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My eyes glittered like diamonds in the rain
I watched you leave and grow
Into the person you'd always wanted to be
I'm so happy for you
No really,
I am
Trouble follows you around
So you know I'll always be right with you
But the neighbors keep asking if I'm alright
If I'm going to make it this time
If I've lost my ******* mind
I'm addicted to your messages
Glowing on a wretched screen
I wish you'd write to me
To tell me that your ok
But I'll keep praying that he makes you happy
And that he's here to stay
He's right for you
That's what your mom said
I know he's not, but he's the right shape
I'm all wrong and condemned
But you're on the path to heaven
Even though I know that I'll look at you on your wedding day
And we will both know it should have been me.
When your complaining to me
About your husband of ten years
You are going to ask why I never married
I'll tell you plainly, that I only had room for one love in my heart.
And that was you
You are going to sigh and touch the cross around your neck
And I'm going to nod and re-read you the scriptures
We are going to leave it at that and never speak of it again
Not until I'm on my deathbed
Feb 10
Feb 10, 2026 at 5:54 PM UTC
“I will it to be,” /
Says He: /
The days our lives /
Shall resonate mellifluous musicality, /
The euphonic poetry will wax everlastingly, /
And the magnum opera, the creativity, the artistry, /
Shall effloresce, burgeon incessantly; /
Moreover, the days when finally /
Love shall reign from sea to shining sea. /
“I will it to be,” /
Says He. /
(—Se’ lah)
01-16-2026
Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 2:28 AM UTC
My best friend is a liar
She sits awake at night to pray
My best friend is insecure
So she taught herself to manipulate
My best friend can be scary
And oh how formally she talks
My best friend may be estranged
But without a doubt she loves me
Feb 23, 2020
Feb 23, 2020 at 6:07 AM UTC
"indeed,"
or,
what she says when she doesn't want to say what she's thinking,
denying me her angered feelings.
by all your judgmental metrics
the title alone
is a poem,
done
indeed.
the original
"whatever"
so many stanzas on this,
ramp up my manly ragings -
all begging to say
"I have been released"
but I daren't unleash the hormonal
masculinity
feelings
so, borrow her word
that says nothing while saying anything,
e v e r y t h i n g
you don't want to hear.
indeed.
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 11:06 PM UTC
this peculiar notion transmigrates into a startling potion,
one that creates, not slakes human thirst,
a consequential first position for those who are in possess
of a direct line to gods who hide in the pitch black,
perforce one must make discrete deferential inquiries
avec une politesse indirecte
just in case we are wrong
(honest aside:
as composition proceeds, ear buds fill me with
Music of Transmigration, notably Op. 11, of S. Barber making
contradicting souls passing through me tenable and malleable)
naturellment,
loud radio silence, was I naive to expect otherwise?
perhaps god is not the subject of this poem
but perhaps the author(!) who's
just keeping his "hand" in the poem game,
spoofing human memes,
with a spot of fun even in
New Z--l-and-other domiciles
after all who has more
nominalistic titles,
is cursed and blessed,
by almost everyone
at least once a day, and in
a thousand different names
with an impishly
cruel sense of what this human gig
it created.
is about
tonight
I am a composer,
tomorrow’s decomposer,
or just a funny named follower
ah,
the answer is in the
data
Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 4:55 PM UTC
Silence, Isn't Ignoring
Someone
Sometimes, It shout loud
and everytime
It whisphers
If you listen
U’ll the voice of my silence sayin'
How are you?
And you feel that Heart
Listen Calls,
You Heart will start showering
me the emotions of Happiness.
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 12:48 AM UTC
within Zieglerville, pennsylvania
genuine snow white hair
upon her noggin doth adorn,
perhaps she will divulge to me (in private)
after i croon (to said lass),
the melody of Jimmy Crack Corn
hmm...or, maybe this mission
perchance twill be doomed from the start,
and hence finding me forlorn
thenceforth, a backup contingency measure,
would warrant me to don my thinking cap,
and for extra ordinary reinforcement unfold
each Taj Mahal shaped ear flap
plus (for reinforced ironic steeliness),
aye also resort to buttress
any aural "stormy Dani yelling)
via walled in interlap,
which accouterment functions
as a double agent i.e. (or,
to be rather crude),
an audiological jockstrap
to vet or figuratively kneecap
any unwanted infiltrating leaping lap
ping "FAKE" distracting news
inducing madcap
mass media circus
driving this generic teetotaler
to pour himself a nightcap
essentially providing wig gull room
with very little margin of ear err, or overlap
against bigwigs to trumpet pap
pill low ma rendered free and clear
asper insidious (mama mia) paparazzi
charting imp pea ching fear
bringing out bare arms
most likely something internuclear
simply to discover visa vis authenticity
if cute employee
(sporting hair
white as the ****** snow),
which doth simmer and glare
blindingly, thus necessitating sunglasses
(I choose the Ray-Ban brand)
as recommended by cited
all time favorite pharmacist
who unwittingly (or simply because
my myopic eyes didst stare)
fixedly - drawn to such a darling (doll ling)
explaining any reason to go THERE
to CVS - that tis where.
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 5:58 PM UTC
he looks at the stars
and back at me
take me, i am yours
he says.
i look at him
and back at the stars
how i wish they
took me.
-- Eleanor
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 10:15 AM UTC
I came back
you wouldn't believe me
Receive me as gods messenger
I saw crucifixes
You left me there on that cross
Not listening to a word I said
Left me for dead
Like the wisdom of ages
Shut in a books musty old pages.
You thought I said the kingdom of heaven was within you
It was mistranslated you are the kingdom
and this could have been heaven
If you'd worked together
But instead you sever
the ties and die
reincarnated as yourself
In a different body.
To all who have ears
and a mind which isn't blind
We are the rainbow and white light
All colours every shade
arrayed in splendour
a flame is still a flame away from the fire
It still burns and the light yearns
to burn in burning desire
We all burn for love.
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 6:30 AM UTC
Inspired by Devan Ducasse, fellow HP writer
"You're upset, I can tell,
You know I'll never hurt you, right?
Just stop crying."
He says
And I stopped crying.
"I hate always fighting with you,
It's my fault babe,
Why don't you just apologize."
He says
And I apologized.
"We need to stop having ***
I want to focus on you,
Take off your clothes, bad girl."
He says
And I let him take off my clothes.
"We spend too much time on our phones,
I'm sorry I don't make you a priority,
It's nothing babe, get off my case."
He says
And I believed him.
"I need to do more for you,
Would you like red or pink roses,
Go buy your own **** flowers."
He says
And I did.
"I'm going out with the guys,
I promise to stay out of trouble,
I'm not drunk, *****
He says
And I didn't say a word.
"I should compliment you more,
You're the most beautiful girl in the world,
Wow, that chick has to be a model."
He says
And I didn't state my opinion.
"I can be your shoulder to cry on,
What's wrong with my baby girl,
I swear I'm listening."
He says
But I know he isn't.
"I love you for your heart,
Your personality is what caught my eye,
Your body is mine."
He says
And I didn't disagree.
"I want to give you the world,
You do so much for me darling,
You're so selfish."
He says
And I tried harder.
"I hate my family,
You're the only one who understands me,
I will never let you help me."
He says
And he never did.
"You never give up on me,
I know I'm really hard on you,
How could you just stop trying."
He says
But I never did stop.
"Please don't ever leave me,
I couldn't do life without you,
Just leave."
He says.
And so I did.
"I made a huge mistake,
I need you in my life,
If you love me, come back."
He says
And so I walked away.
Jun 23, 2017
Jun 23, 2017 at 11:34 PM UTC
You Never Know The Clout You Have
You never know the clout you have,
Clout being a blow or target -
Most of all effect or power
You exert by being you.
Take care! Be careful, scared! Be wary!
Everything you say, you do -
Each word, each vow, an influence.
In circumstance you radiate an ambience
You pray will be benevolent.
You, you
In all you do;
And you have impact.
Make a pact with mental you
To be a kind and, gentle you,
Giving out rewarding vibes,
Enriching, beneficial, fruitful.
You, yourself a scribe imbibing
Influences from abroad,
From world untoward – in discord!
Take some in and turn them ‘round.
You abound in power.
You can be man* of the hour
Just by being who you are.
You can be the lucky star
Of every person you encounter.
So remember!
You ne’er know the clout you have
To save what ever may occur.
* of course woman too!
You Never Know The Clout You Have 4.29.2017
Definitely Didactic; Coffee Book II;
Arlene Corwin
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 6:24 AM UTC
"This poem,"
She says,
Her words a waterfall I could fall asleep to
And never hope to dream of sunlight brighter than.
"It is so sweet,"
The word rolls off her tongue and onto mine,
Strawberries and coconuts and paradise.
"She must be very special."
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 2:02 AM UTC
You don't want my pain
You have enough...
How morbid must you be, he says.
-- Eleanor
Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 4:07 PM UTC
Everyone always says that the other side is greener.
But sometimes the green is neon,
and how real is neon?
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 3:07 PM UTC
Daddy says join the football team.
Daddy says answer me when he talks.
Daddy says be the best.
Daddy says be a man.
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But I wish not to be a footballer.
Or any kind of sportsman.
I wish to write.
I wish to read.
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As much as I long for the words.
The ones that form in my head.
They cannot be spoken.
They cannot be heard.
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Being the best is what I want.
Yet it is so hard if you know not what the best is.
I am not the best.
I am never the best.
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How am I to be a man if no-one will show me what a man is.
My father is a strange man, one who beats his son.
My father is not a man.
My father is not a man.
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Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 3:58 AM UTC
throwing papers
up in the air
everywhere
wonderful bliss
4 years for this
I miss you now
we talked about how
this would be us
kissing
throwing it up
not giving a ****
i don't give a ****
i really don't
graduating next week
and i pretend to be sad to go
it really doesn't matter
ill walk and ill bow
ill get my diploma
i really don't know how....
I got the papers from the recycling bin
it says a lot doesn't it
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 3:20 AM UTC
Sleep.
Sleep child,
til' the light overpowers the darkness inside,
where I secretly cried.
I secretly tried,
but no one would guess,
and I never put my cards face up.
It's only ketchup.
Used to patch up,
the cut and scratch ups,
caused by the dull
of my pencil,
and my soul.
I fell,
but I dragged myself up again,
back into my daily skin,
and I'm that burden.
That one whose not fully there,
told by everyone, "you just don't care",
with a random shudder scare.
The words I despise you all think,
even the shrink,
and it drowns me to the sink.
I'm that disaster,
everyone's after,
maniacal laughter.
"Am I losing my mind?"
"Is this mind really mine?"
"Would dying be fine?"
I'm not so refined :)
I can see the things in perfect imagery,
things I don't want to see,
always worried everyone hates me.
I can't see,
I'm not me,
I'm not even a somebody.
Maybe inside is some other ghost,
I'm the host,
at my death let's just have a toast.
Til' death do we part,
take it as a new start,
buy the roses to my grave from walmart.
I didn't think I mattered anyways,
sleeping through these pass-me-by days,
my mind playing simon says.
I always secretly try,
but I am still I,
and now simon says ".....goodbye."
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC