#spinner
"I will beat this," I swear.
No one else has,
as there is no end,
but there must be an end.
I'll find it.
Watching everyone spin
on their axis,
touting their progress,
there must be a someone
or some thing!
Watch me spin.
Spin and fidget.
Watch me spin,
spin and fidget.
Spin the blades
to your right.
Now you're loading. Now
you're spinning.
"I will beat this," rings obsolete.
Now, "I will secede,"
seems pragmatic.
Is it romantic to
be at one with nothing?
Cross legged on the floor,
I whisper,
to myself,
"Oh,
you
bet."
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 1:42 AM UTC
Simplicity is not often with me,
For I am constantly spinning myself
Into a labyrinthine web of words.
(It's a problem - the spinner in my head
Cranks out WAY too much thoughtful thread.)
But I know how pointless it is to live this short life
without openly sharing my truths,
So, full of ambition,
I endlessly aspire to keep the door open
To this messy box.
So I wade through the mess
Collecting anchoring chords,
Endeavoring to weave them
Into an elegant and refined tapestry,
Ready to be presented to you.
One that says,
"Ever see the sun as the star it is, hanging in the sky?"
"Imagine giant glaciers bowling over these plains,"
"What's stopping us from staying out all night?"
or
"Let me list all the ways you are a beacon to my spirit",
"Please tell me about everything you love,"
"I look forward to these moments with you every other moment."
But that's always, like, way too much.
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 10:46 PM UTC
Round and round my fingers
complex patterns and moves
humming like an pop rock singer
with nothing left to prove
I may have my issues
ADD or hyperactivity
distracting, and annoying
but not that way, to me
Round and round, in perpetuity
the bearings in melody
blurred and whirring, invisible
so you can barely see
Just another way, to ignore my mom
and also, ignore my lame step-dad
these toys are the ultimate detachment bomb
yea, I know that I've been had
I'm it's latest fan, and that don't mean, I'm bad
Succumbing to the beck and call, of the latest ******* fad
Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 2:19 PM UTC
I could do tricks with those fingers
balancing acts of precision breath
was controlled for this moment.
One false move, and that moment lost,
sighs were heard, head shamefully hung.
As I would have to start over once again.
"OK fingers don't fail me now, I rotated
getting a rhyme, I heard the excitement
as she released her ecstasy on fingers.
I was her fidget spinner, fingers fine
tuned to do those tricks to make her
world spin, she fidgeted in ecstasy.
Jun 10, 2017
Jun 10, 2017 at 5:55 AM UTC