#sneak
It's a little quiet
One day it'll be an all grown up big quiet
But for now, it sneaks around in the brushes
Avoiding predators and spreading anxiety.
The birds hush as it passes,
The wind stops bothering the leaves,
The cats lie flat against the ground
and the dogs bare their teeth at empty spaces.
Then at the behest of some mysterious conductor
The world burst forth into life with renewed vigour,
The little quiet passes and successfully survives the day
Tomorrow It'll be a little bigger until
Jun 21, 2021
Jun 21, 2021 at 2:36 PM UTC
it's 2:56am, and I'm lying next to a stranger.
when the sun rises, I'll already be gone.
I'll have already climbed out of his bed,
found my clothes, tiptoed
to the front door, and vanished.
the house will be left exactly as it was.
his car will still be parked in the driveway.
the curtains will still be drawn.
the withering houseplant in his kitchen
will remain unwatered.
everything will be left untouched.
when I leave, it will appear
as if I had never been there at all.
but I was.
two weeks from now,
he won't remember my name.
he won't remember anything
besides the feeling of skin on skin,
of a warm body pressed up against his.
in his mind, I will have been
nothing more than another body.
I always imagined that going home
with a complete stranger would feel wrong,
would be terrifying, that not knowing
who is next to me when I am falling asleep
would be scary.
a few months ago, it was 2:56am
and I was lying next to a stranger.
this time, he wasn't a complete stranger.
this was not my first night with him,
far from it. I knew him. he knew me.
I wasn't gone when the sun rose
in the morning. the house was left
exactly as it was the night before.
the only difference was that this time,
I was still there.
two weeks after that night,
he would remember my name.
he would remember my laugh,
my freckles, my eyes
my voice when I was tired,
how I talked too fast
whenever I was excited,
the way that I looked at him
when I was in love.
and I would remember all
of those little things about him,
the same way he would remember
all of those little things about me.
I always imagined that sleeping next
to someone who I loved would feel safe,
would be comforting, that knowing the
person next to me when I am falling asleep
would be wonderful.
for the most part, my imagination
wasn't incorrect. I was right when I pictured
how incredible sleeping next to
someone who I loved would feel.
I was right when I pictured how frightening
sleeping next to someone
who I didn't know would feel.
I was right about most of it.
but I was wrong about one thing.
while lying in a bed at 2:56am,
I realized that the memory
of sleeping with a complete stranger
hurt far less than the memory
of sleeping with someone
who I once thought I knew.
Nov 9, 2020
Nov 9, 2020 at 10:26 AM UTC
Did you hear what that old man was thinking?
Morphic resonance is the experimental name,
I think we are served by nodes on a net
not spread in the sight of any bird,
a chthonic net of stone,
girdling the globe in granite, crystalline granite,
take it for granted, these boulders are the witnesses,
the scars of catastrophe,
causing us to wonder
how came this to be? Think Yosemite, Ansel Adams POV
Think Matterhorn und Mt.Blanc,
Old Rockytop, and
Dos Cabezas and Long Valley Mountain, all that granite,
old as earth.
Listen.
Time is the idea we share at the moment,
Earth's is the life we share at the same time.
This is Spaceship Earth, looping Sol as Sol loops Sirius,
and there is no mothership,
no resupply.
This is the only earth, it has survived several civilized
monstrosities. As you know, some mortals can't
imagine not surviving with it, so
we words of earthbound muse,
let slip the bands of pride in time to see,
we are the music,
we make beauty behave as will believes, voluntarily,
it seems,
we choose beauty with little de
liberation, no need to
unlock ledgers and boxes of known safe knowns,
we imagine ourselves
defying the
de-ified con instituted authorities warning,
given us, they swear by the very vicars of the oil:
We warn you…
hell's the price, they swear, that we,
the people, pay for heresy,
dare not think those-
no, no, nor hear and see, or never imagine thinking
a selfish thought,
one you find curiously comforting, for you, your idea,
but
stop…
one heresy breeds another,
soon we shall have a collective
of individual minds agreeing at once,
as all see a particular arranging of colors, in a sunset's
single effortless existence as a thing
with mortal mindable beauty,
did you belive the sunset, or may you, if you wish?
__ unravel, and re ravel to save the thread,
it has lead through the maze before,
I have a witness who tests ifies.
Great unquarried granite, but that forms another story
upon precepts as yet
unglued, un-coagulated, ah, curdled, precepts cultural
curdle and clump together.
Biomes are adjusting the rethinking of pathos,
ethos shall follow,
as night follows day, just wait.
Patience is formed from memes more than experience,
you bet the old man was not lying.
Slow and steady, wins the grace. Take it easy. Fade away…
Sep 19, 2020
Sep 19, 2020 at 5:03 PM UTC
If you want to get into someone’s head,
Have a sneak peek on slices of his life,
Get into his room.
Sep 2, 2019
Sep 2, 2019 at 5:12 PM UTC
I tried to be a secret agent
I smuggled the keys to your heart
Little did I know
You had changed the lock
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 1:12 PM UTC
When you see someone you like get asked out, you might be upset.
You would probably do whatever you can to keep them apart.
But if you stop to observe, they might realize that they would rather with their friends than some person.
You just gotta learn to trust your friends.
And cherish the moments you have with your friends.
That part of your life will be gone before you know it.
Don’t grow up quicker than you need to.
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 7:50 AM UTC
The back door is unlocked so you can make yourself at home around noon
My parents are out and my friends don't need to know about you
It will just be me and you and exactly whatever you want to do
Grab me hold me kiss me throw me have me love me, see the night through
It's half past noon
Just me and you
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 5:46 PM UTC
Always at night
When the thoughts flood my head
Keeping me up
Thinking bad things instead
I try to force them all out
Though they sneak their way in
Night after night
Again and again
May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 2:50 AM UTC
You know. . .
I used to cry about you. . .
But, now I have the sudden urge to thank you.
Because if not for you, I wouldn't be curled up next to the hottest guy I've ever snuck over while my parents are out,
And I wouldn't be having the adrenaline pump through my veins while his hands mess about.
If not for you, I wouldn't be smiling from ear to ear because he mocks how badly you messed up letting me go,
And I wouldn't be in his arms while he swings me around promising to see me tomorrow.
So thank you for messing up so badly that it has allowed me to finally grasp how to live my life so happily
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 7:27 AM UTC
Demons…by Jessie
Out amongst the unseen, there is a force that lurks
Attempting to disrupt my life and gum up all the works
Hiding underneath the rocks, in shadows cold and black
Waiting for the proper time to engage a sneak attach
These sneaky little demons, vile as they can be
Cut me off before I start, right below the knees
Just as I am lead to think, I’m going to get ahead
They change the course of fortune, and kick me in the head
I’m on to you Oh demon seeds; I know your tricky games
You’ll have me looking stupid, you’ll have me feeling shamed
I know just how to beat you; I’ll flank you from the side
I am after you now demon… run you demon, hide
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 8:15 PM UTC
"pain comes and goes,
leaves and stays.
but he is the one who makes you forget you were ever in pain.
he never goes,
he just stays.
no matter where ever he is,
the feeling of his skin on yours never leaves.
his lips,
his fingers,
his voice
it never leaves."
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 1:20 AM UTC
"if you want angry, blackout drunk fueled fights with strangers,
that's what he'll give you.
if you want nostalgic, sugar-filled summer sunsets,
he'll give it to you.
if you want to sleep into the late afternoon and whisper during breakfast,
that's what he'll give you.
if you want police knocking on the door at 2 am after an assault report,
he'll give it to you.
but if you want him to choke you, shove you, even strike you,
he won't.
because the last thing he'd ever want on this planet is to hurt you.
but he'd definitely hurt anyone that'd try to hurt you."
May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 5:58 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
All you've ever asked for was a silent night,
With unholy antics to feed the dead,
All I ever wanted was to see a tear but not quite,
And it was all in my head,
You could make a blind man
See,
You could make a shy man
Speak,
In the night serving the unholy beast,
You're making me,
Yeah your making me,
All I really wanted was a night in bed, to rest,
I pack my soul up,
Get up,
And go,
This would be the night that you are at your
Best,
but your spirit is feeling old,
You could bring back senses
Of smell,
You can make 12 men melt,
In the night serving the unholy beast,
You're melting me,
Yeah your loving me.
Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 12:00 PM UTC
Tip toe quietly on yout feet
Don't you dare you miss a beat
Make around the floor-set traps
Wide awake as the rest of the world naps
Creak the door open just a slight
Enough to sneak away into the night
Ignore the clatter of bottles and breaths
Soon enough they'll be just deaths
Climb the barrier that separates care
For that courage resides somewhere
Tip toe quietly on your feet
Don't you dare you skip a beat
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 12:46 PM UTC
That night I snuck out to get high
but I was only trying to invite some
new feelings inside to feel something
instead of being so empty all the time.
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 4:22 AM UTC
Pssstt...
Hey you ...
Yes you,
With the hazel eyes
what if i tell you
i'm planning to
capture the moon
in my glass container
and a little bit of night
and a few stars
a trickle of mid night breeze
will you sneak out with me
will you ??
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 4:11 PM UTC
I always go incognito
But I still get scared though
That someone would creep behind
And then they would suddenly find
The things I wouldn't dare
It's too much for them to bear
The reality of this internet-freak
She wouldn't dare speak
As she is ashamed
For the lewd stuff that can be named
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 5:40 AM UTC
If I ever talk
To anyone,
I always weigh the facts
Is it worth it?
For they will always leave
Is this conversation
Worth it?
I almost always walk away
But with you
I had no choice
It was a sneak attack
Before I knew what was happening,
We were talking
Then,
We were friends
Now,
I don't know what is happening
It started with a sneak attack
And ended with a sneak away
So was it worth it?
I don't know
Let's see the ending
And find out
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 12:17 PM UTC
Sneaking in silently,
whispering
secrets and conspiracies.
This is a puzzle,
scattered by
your thoughtless actions.
Voice still as stone,
I am held
prisoner of my mind.
The hands around my throat,
are not your's
but my very own.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 4:37 AM UTC