#rhymescheme
For naught have'if your life be true,
you ought to seek youth's remaining dew.
The red sea do you consume, with little room to fill for love to bloom.
Yet there are no warming hue's of a mother's instinctual cue.
Far away have you sailed for me,
the messages of open static to interpret upon the sea.
Sang the tales of your adventure, but stuck with such indentures.
Phantasmagorical would be for thee, yet no words of who was he.
Were the days of Irreality, such a lazed maternal banality?
Why did it stick? The sword of duality?
Would death be meaningless? If it were my seasickness?
Hope is lost for the disappearance of my carnality.
Feb 19
Feb 19, 2026 at 1:08 AM UTC
at the end of the day,
with my illusions at bay,
when bound to obey
a truth so gray —
i travel the depths
with sondering footsteps,
to see if they help
or merely cast a vignette
of eclectic readings,
and years of heeding
the lives preceding;
still bleeding —
like a pair of lips,
torn at the tips
in sorrow’s grips;
hardly equipped —
to deal with ‘the self’
blowing dirt off bookshelves,
too dry to spell
the thought of oneself.
Feb 24, 2025
Feb 24, 2025 at 11:31 AM UTC
if i could, i’d let it go -
long ago,
so you’d never know
how i felt
when you had me knelt
before the sinister
price i owe.
i gave you my world
with fists uncurled;
you gave me your spite
with a tongue that twirled
at the whims of a curse
so foul, it reeked
of a bane too vile,
and unreasonably
perverse.
can’t blame you, though,
the things i know
could rip the heart,
and have it show
the crimson shards of
memories jarred,
and a quiver so bare
from all the blows.
perhaps,
there’s still a place for you
in my heart, that’s yet
to know what’s true;
but i cannot allow
my head to bow
to scorn, and spite,
to name a few…
Jan 31, 2025
Jan 31, 2025 at 2:48 AM UTC
i cried a river;
it wasn’t enough -
to whet my wits,
and call your bluff.
i tried a thing,
or two, in vain;
i could not escape
the house of pain.
i lied to you -
didn’t occur to me,
‘t’d be so hard
to agree to disagree.
i hide away
my bother; i coy -
hush the man, and
play the boy.
i ride along -
for i’ve lost my way;
bide my tongue…
do as you say.
i denied myself
the right to speak:
i waived my voice
to the cackle of
the creek.
Jan 16, 2025
Jan 16, 2025 at 2:39 AM UTC
the piano plays a song, sublime:
i believe it is a hateful crime -
to remind someone of a battle lost
fighting for a love, that was out of time.
Dec 30, 2024
Dec 30, 2024 at 8:19 AM UTC
the phone - it calls:
my impulse crawls
back to the moment ‘twas
mighty, and strong;
the tv on the drywall -
knows how to stall -
my mind from its prime;
my body from a shawl --
i feel my palms
so cold - and remote:
the channel shows
a woman in a fur coat;
she looks so sad -
with all she has;
she quits on love,
doesn’t leave a note.
i turn to music;
tune to the rhymes -
my sorrows of the day;
i buy some time:
debt looms over -
menacing, by the day;
volume seeks heed -
i cannot pay.
done for the day,
i put the phone down;
the screens go dark -
make me look like a clown.
i cannot keep tabs on
on all my regrets, so -
i force the ******* laptop
to shut down.
Dec 28, 2024
Dec 28, 2024 at 3:09 AM UTC
shall i scream,
or sing a low hum?
read Poe -
or write a poem?
the clock ticks away -
my fingers go numb;
my eyes wide open;
my voice -
so dumb.
Dec 27, 2024
Dec 27, 2024 at 11:40 AM UTC
i can feel the weight,
on my tongue -
of a heart so heavy,
and a mind so young;
i cannot say -
why i went this way;
i do not know, how to
get off the causeway:
on one end, there’re facts;
though verified, and true -
on the other end, lie feelings,
i never really knew -
i had buried so deep,
i failed to see them through;
the facts - do not change,
but the feelings - they do.
i promised not to rely too much
on one way, or the other;
now i’m stuck, biding my time,
reflecting on shallow waters:
i look, long and hard, and see -
the feelings start to resurface;
but in fact, i see -
a herring’s carcass - floating -
so still, and perfect.
a shadow streaks across my face -
i brace myself for, just in case -
i feel it looming - heinously close;
in fact, it’s an eagle;
i step aside - clear the way:
the eagle tucks its wings
for a nosedive;
it wants the herring -
dead or alive:
it takes what it wants,
leaves nothing behind -
neither facts, nor feelings;
only ripples of lies.
Dec 26, 2024
Dec 26, 2024 at 2:50 AM UTC
walk me down the alley, will you?
it’s so dark, and terribly true:
the walls close in;
the air cuts thin;
on a skin that’s weary of
a diabolical flu.
i’ll walk behind ya, all the way -
for i have nothing good to say -
of the ones who lurk
in dreary corners -
where hope turns bleak;
i dare not speak -
for they can sense
my breathless words;
my every move;
even thoughts, unheard;
you must take caution,
stay low, stay far:
they might mistake us
for who we are
almost there,
just a few more yards…
you may drop me off yonder -
that moonlit graveyard:
will be there, for a while -
don’t wait too long;
the night isn’t over -
things could go wrong.
Dec 25, 2024
Dec 25, 2024 at 1:03 PM UTC
i look at you -
long and hard;
strike one off
the tally card -
of false promises,
and dubious words;
i peck your bud,
and fly like a bird.
i draw the line,
and watch it fade:
every second
you and i are away -
from each others grips,
coming down the trips -
i wonder if there was
another way.
smoke rings rising
up the clock -
show me the times
i forgot to lock:
my impulse for a high;
i’m not sure why -
i was expecting a key
at the bottom of the rock.
Dec 23, 2024
Dec 23, 2024 at 8:40 AM UTC
i shudder to heed the animal i’ve become:
once a wolf untamed -
now a lost puppy, squealing for his mum.
a saintly pelican, i thought meself back in the day,
with a bill so big as my heart would weigh;
now, but a vulture feeding on the remains
of unfortunate cows: with a crooked bill, i prey.
a scorpion’s sting could go in vain
on skin like a crocodile’s - that’s proof of pain.
a chicken on the run?... or the bloodhound that caught her?
nah - more like a pig for slaughter.
a rattlesnake in hiding with its venom depleted,
i long to emerge a phoenix: find my mission, then complete it.
purge meself of the twisted worm:
eat it - like a songbird, mistreated.
a lion on the prowl, i show no remorse.
i sail like a shark that's long been defeated.
anyway - i should get off my high horse;
the parasite’s more... deep-seated.
Dec 21, 2024
Dec 21, 2024 at 3:50 AM UTC
i feign to say
what i cannot share.
bite my tongue
like i do not care.
the demons draw blood,
as i beg for air.
here comes a verse…
i did not prepare.
sullied by half-truths,
the mind lays bare -
to a world of treachery;
governed by distant affairs.
i cannot be a saint,
though i have some
good to spare;
they fuel my incense, as i -
say my morning prayers.
look around -
they’re everywhere.
the sinners crawl from
the devil’s lair;
and though i resist,
i must follow:
how’s that even fair?
**** it -
i’ll end it here.
Dec 13, 2024
Dec 13, 2024 at 11:32 AM UTC
ready or not,
here i come.
count your blessings,
find the sum -
of all the tears
that’re due to flow
from a corner of your heart
you didn’t even know
existed before;
now open the door;
embrace your mortality -
let it purge your core
of all the notions
that vexed your spirit, and,
twisted your mind, well -
not anymore.
i’ve come to show you
the only way out;
‘take it or leave it’ -
i’m leaving with you,
or without.
have you no clue
how profound the disease is? -
it’ll take a while
to pick up the broken pieces.
sleep shall be but a
fleeting dream.
oh yes,
it’s a wicked scheme.
i’ve come to search your soul
like a sleuth;
i’m your fateful reckoning -
your ******* moment of truth.
Dec 9, 2024
Dec 9, 2024 at 10:56 PM UTC
a thousand miseries,
and countless trials.
****** footprints tracking bygone miles.
for all the times you traded a smile;
it’ll all be worth it,
after a while.
spend some time with the guy in the mirror
you both have come a long way together
sure, he’s got a different hairstyle;
give it time - it grows on you,
after a while.
find a way to live through the pain -
like you’re on a burning train,
headed for The Elysian Fields,
where psalms of valor forever reign.
soon, you’ll be on the other side:
grateful for the moment you died,
so you could feast with the Gods,
if only for a while -
then back to grind,
after a while.
Dec 8, 2024
Dec 8, 2024 at 10:56 PM UTC
Tomorrow's sun brings icy wind
And hearts entwined are torn again
The wings of angels bleed and break
Reflections dance on mirror lake.
The stars are falling one by one
Darkness consumes until it's done
And fragrant flowers bow their head
The dancers' feet are made of lead.
And cities crumble brick by brick
And flame ignites the candle's wick
As icy wind begins to blow
The dancers' feet begin to slow.
Tomorrow's wind brings burning rain
All living creatures shall be slain
And after rain comes deathly chill
The dancers' feet, at last, are still.
Dec 22, 2020
Dec 22, 2020 at 11:29 PM UTC
some words go US Eng, some go UK Eng
so inside the word-dividing "[ ]" is the chosen sound
KIND OF A WA[ɔ]LKING...
EMITTER OF ENDORPHINS
INNER-LIGHT-EVOKING
VAU[ɔ]LT WITH
A FORMi̲DABLY ENORMOUS
INFINITELY RISING RESERVE OF
THRILLINGLY PO[ɑ]SITIVE EMOTIONS (wa[ɒ]nt some?)
THE EPITOME OF DELIGHT & ENJOYMENT
——————————————————————————
strolling through some au[ɔ]tumn spo[ɑ]ts
sa[ɔ]w some gyals
being dolorous
stole up o[ɒ]n 'em
once I'm close enough
I'm exploding
with that mind-blowing stuff
I've noted 'bove
ba[ɔ]wling "lit morning, quit mourning"
so ear-splittingly like my ***** just go[ɑ]t
torn apart
they, seemed to me, were in
total sho[ɑ]ck
unloading, giving 'em a[ɔ]ll I've go[ɑ]t
which got 'em a little overpa[ɑ]cked
each of 'em got a lethal cor atta[ɑ]ck
overdosed, they dro[ɑ]pped
on the ground like ja[ɔ]ws of cha[ɑ]ps
at the sight of girls with bo[ɑ]ds
that are smoking ho[ɑ]t
——————————————————————————
ALSO, TRULY HOPEFUL
BORN WITH LO[ɑ]TS
OF OFFERS OF EMPLOYMENT
IN TERMS OF MOVING FORWARD
THE MOTION'S NOTHING LESS THAN HURTLING
ALWAYS, EVERY MOMENT
MAINTAIN THE FIRST PLACE
IN A LIST OF POTENTIAL BOYFRIENDS
FOR GIRLS THAT
ARE INDECENTLY GORGEOUS
AND UNBELIEVABLY JOYOUS
lyrically, these word-co[ɑ]mbs
come close to what a ***** does
performing a *******
[once was told that I have 0 SELF-IRONY]
Feb 20, 2020
Feb 20, 2020 at 5:03 AM UTC
hardest party with floozies & saddo
wrathful wifey is choosing bolt cutter
**** gets naughty with ****** at brothel
problem youngin threw toolkit at father
wanton hottie is looking for lovers
step-son keeps eyeing good-looking step-mother
some cunt-dropping is pooping on flower
punk's just gotten caboose-kicked by copper
dumbest blondies as students of Harvard/Oxford
Trump went shopping with Putin for armor
[oops, the last one is risky]
Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 1:39 PM UTC
A poem is a pathway
Of freedom from your mind
You put a pen to paper
And see what words you find
You end up with a story
From a different place and time
And experience a magic
Of a work you'll leave behind
Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 11:51 AM UTC
This universe so massive, complexities galore
Yet terrified I am, to exit my front door
This massive world beckons, a seductive cry
How can a one-bedroom apartment dweller
Understand the sky
Circulation and life complete with each heartbeat
Each pulse pushes life throughout city streets
Microcosmic revolutions of electron protocols
As massive heavenly bodies orbit
Above us neanderthals
Why do we know so much yet understand so little
As we arrange life's pieces like a puzzle made so brittle
Around us everywhere life continues to be in bloom
We are but hungry ants
And this universe, we'll consume
Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 8:23 AM UTC
Let the hair fall over your face
Don’t speak, they won’t reply
It feels like you’ve been replaced
Try and let the days pass by
If you were to fall they wouldn’t see
You miss how they used to care
It’s not the way it used to be
A simple smile by now is rare
And in your head there’s only black
So tired of make believe
If you smile, they won’t smile back
Why don’t you just leave?
You’ll never be the way they are
Their level is just too hard
Just try and reach that social bar
And keep your feelings jarred
Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 4:10 PM UTC
I’ve been walking down the city streets,
wild night life running on disco feet.
I hear you with every step I take,
the loud cement cannot take your place.
Rushing blood in cracked bones,
your body was my home,
an avenue not of my own.
But people change with the weather-
saying the sun will make them better,
but 3 straight days of rain just left us
wetter than ever.
4 am reflections in the puddles of what
we used to be, imitations of you and me,
I’m so sick of reliving our tainted history.
Dec 15, 2018
Dec 15, 2018 at 6:17 PM UTC
I let the rain cry for me
I'm too afraid of what you do
I'm just a man that be
I want to be more to you
I'm letting the rain cry for me
because of everything you did
maybe I'm too afraid to see
what would happen if you saw me bleed
I'm letting the rain cry for me
because I can no longer shed tears
I've grown old, but good you'll see
I'm getting over these banal fears
so I HAVE to let the rain cry for me
because If I didn't let him do it
I'd be curled into the bottom of a sea
that I filled by myself, so I'll admit
that I let the sky cry for me
let his sorrows wash my face
because you are everything to me
because I'm still sitting here waiting
In hopes of one final embrace
In hopes of one more night of kissing
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 8:08 PM UTC
Headache of a girl
stepping on sobbing floorboards,
rusty pipes and lonely nights.
I start my own fires,
tend to sweat out kerosene.
Rinse myself with ***** water
dripping from cracks above.
Break open a window-
smoggy air love, right hand slug.
You’re still sound asleep,
yet I stand in the city
interrupted by sirens
and memories of you.
What a pity.
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 10:21 PM UTC