#turbulent
Space grey minds – made complicated –
These hotel mind-mansion muddled mud-bloods’ migraines, migrate through marble madness in a world where mirrors set a wide mould...
Bouquet of the fitting brain,
these silverfishes, odd souls, under glass mass,
forge their separate ways -
to avid void identities,
paving stone by paving stone, thought by thought,
scar by scar, screen by screen, smelling and selling our spirit...
Like the gold smoke whispered clouds from her serious clown mouth...
and the deep blue sky night turbulent feeling,
We’re stone dragging dreamers,
born gutter of the night,
eyes always feeling...
With roof rows of crimson,
these car attached mannequins,
Wake up where magic meets music -
Strange sheep soft in the glitching hope hearts of these sugar plane crash cities.
Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 5:41 PM UTC
Is thy unworthy of love
Or is it merely fate’s desire?
Boiled down from skies above,
Temporary burning fires.
A meteorite was falling
On her lighted pure aura
Her heart is crawling down,
Though blends in with the aurora.
Oh cold hearted souls
Ignoble dreadful princes,
Creatures of the underworld
Here to squeeze your inner voices.
Shall thou leave to be
Or wait some time to see?
Thy idealistic sense of greed,
Manipulates the love in me.
Oct 8, 2024
Oct 8, 2024 at 1:33 AM UTC
My Nan taught me a lot-
but two lessons/phrases were uttered the most.
“Don’t trust men, they only want one thing.”
Problem solved Nanny, I’m as gay as they come
and never gave one man that one thing.
The other thing she’d often tell me was
“We get two gifts in this world; people we love
and sleep to save us from missing them when they’re gone.”
The second lesson I think of often and relate to heavily.
Both were true for my Nan;
she deserved a better life.
Sep 14, 2024
Sep 14, 2024 at 5:56 AM UTC
The earth is changing
into a turbulent world
by man's heedlessness
_________
Apr 12, 2024
Apr 12, 2024 at 1:45 PM UTC
Standing on the shore
of this big wide sea
Looking at the horizon
as far as the eyes can see
All my life in front of me
Little ripple waves
Big foaming thunder storm
I stand there facing all
Shakingly cold
watching lightning touch down under
Standing there await
other days of wonder
while the storm has gone
and the sun goes under.
Shell ✨🐚
Mar 7, 2021
Mar 7, 2021 at 7:01 PM UTC
Psychological warfare
been there
been square
ain't fair
but you gotta run with it
listen, i know it is hard to be different
But we s'posed to be
this the life that we livin
livin, Are you really living?
Are you really listening to the words i say
take it day by day child
And it ain't breezy to be bold
to be the type that will speak up loud without the choke
And it ain't easy to be the punch line that can't be told
an absent cough preceding a milky ****
Dearly departin'
I'm not a g but i move how the move with a head full of smarts man(j.s.)
Just remember that when your self care gets put on hold
you leave your own fire out in the cold.
And what a shame you're always learning
opposed what you were told
dear child don't let them steal the light emitting from your soul- you can't even put down the shovel to realize you diggin' yourself deep ina hole
Before you heal it's gonna be a while
I know it's gonna be a while child
chin up child don't let em win
protect yourself, love yourself and nurture what stirs within
and man ignore the knocking- don't open the door
in the fifth dimension you still rocking the crown that your ancestors wore
but with it comes the blood sweat 'nd tears that they hoard
don't get it twisted you're simply a new vessel that your family bore
Don't explain anymore.
watch your company mama they clouding up your aura
too many people claiming to be woke whilst walkin' in they sleep
sometimes all you gotta do is close your eyes
to unmask the wolves disguised as sheep
we livin' it up but when the street lights be flashin'
we dashin' we ain't be lookin' back to notice who is or isn't laggin'
Ya son's been running the streets
then runnin' the sheets with loose babies makin cursed babies
Dear child
Sometimes i try not to make the song cry
Jay Z
baby
my own mama hate me
But i don't sweat a drop
cause I grew into the cream of the crop
Destined to find the path that will lead my flesh to the top
and with each day that passes by i'll laugh i'll cry i'll learn
became the flame- now watch me burn
AHG mama we made it!
AHG you really hate it!
you n your mans can get up, get down
AHG wait
ya'll way too faded
Dear child
and when the song starts to cry I don't hold back
in fact
i let it seep into your souls
only my art can fill these holes
despite ya'll moles
im out
Nov 5, 2019
Nov 5, 2019 at 12:44 PM UTC
Surrounded by a turbulent world,
by introspective-philosophy
I strive to achieve
peace of mind.
Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 9:01 AM UTC
"I fear of having my turbulent waves crash down upon you. I fear of having my chaos entangle you in it’s mess. I fear my darkness enwrapping, engulfing and entrapping you in it’s depths. I fear of leaving you bewildered by the cryptic words that slip my tongue."
- excerpt from an open letter
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 11:48 AM UTC
I feel the ebbing flow
of venomous pain in my veins.
I feel the thoughts like bullets to my brain,
the emotions crashing down like turbulent waves.
I see the scars
rawer than before.
So here I am,
listening to music
louder than before.
Painting my heart
with more colors than before,
because it all hurts more than before.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 9:31 AM UTC
Welcome, dear mysteries
My one and only planet is here
Here for no particular reason
We are turbulent creatures
Speckled with interesting features
Each so similar
Each so unique
Our minds race with life
The need to enjoy life
The need to create life
The need to help life
The need to live
We ebb and flow
Our tides enclose our minds
Thinking on two different sides of the same ocean
Often not in sync
Loud heads
Yelling out
Fear
Anger
Laughter
Dreams
We have a way
A way of including anyone
Yet excluding everyone
And this means you, hopeful friends
This means us.
May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 11:29 PM UTC
Guess you're gone again
Watched you walk away;
You always said breathe out then in;
Know you'll be back someday.
Same seeks same to find its home
Not meant to chase the vogue
Some souls are surely made to roam
Rebel always chooses Rogue.
And rebels need a reason
We can’t abide bad laws; yet
Against the heart there is no treason
When standing for a Cause.
Always loved unspoken things
Like the thrill of open sky
Every bird must find its wings
To let go of fear and finally fly.
Beneath your chest there beats a fire
A powerful creature that needs to be free
Weave these words into the pyre
This is who you’re meant to be.
And I refuse to be your cage,
Won’t bind your feet or blind your soul
Won’t consign you to dance on broken stage, ‘cos
You’re meant for more than that role.
Can’t hide a sky of stars in a box
Can’t bottle a boundless tide,
Can’t block nature behind black locks,
Though I’m ashamed to say I’ve tried.
If you must fade to find your grace
Because you’re made of art,
Just know you always have a place
Wherever waits this heart.
So,
You’re always free to go, and
Seek each untraveled road;
Build your dream abode.
Just please hear this song
That I’ve been singing all along:
I’ll always prove your fears were wrong, for
Some things will not erode.
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 4:32 PM UTC
Rhythmic incessant thuds,
Drum rolls of flowing blood.
They ringed in my ears,
Welcomed my deepest fears.
A fragility of the flesh,
Shredding open with each new lash.
A fortress of stones, bone-brittle,
Shattering like an overflooded skull.
Haemorrhage, haemorrhage
How they gush,
Bright red, lovesick
Always in a rush.
To think that each wall I built
Only heightened the fall.
Each scar was a sensation,
I know they watched in awe.
Of flesh and stone,
They contest my throne.
Non-consensual,
but eventual.
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 7:58 AM UTC
riding out the highs of life
with manic ferocity
until
the minutiae of life
drag you down into the depths of despair
a pure loyalty like no other
hidden by a dramatized emotional facade
always there to bring you up,
simultaneously bringing themselves down
it's a slippery slope--
emotional support
Oh, to be Mercutio--
is to be the eye of a hurricane,
winding about a center
--that may not be
as stable as it seems
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 8:33 PM UTC
Before one asks if she could give love,
One should first ask if she could accept love.
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 9:15 AM UTC
"Sonnets From a Conversation With a Friend XXIII "
You theme you are the only one and crap
A conscious **** excreting mindflex mobile
Bone bag commercially impregnated
With a semblance of life called existence
Firmly pegged in this moments suffering
Or relief of suffering called happiness
By most swimmers in the we turbulent
Through cause and calmed through cause to each their own
Journey a needless needful thing of our
Humanity etcetera moving
So we must go no where or now here to
Be the undiscovered country glowing
Light forms solidifying matter forms
Melting cyclic wonderment of what's this
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 1:44 AM UTC
The sun kissed her
skin to a passionate burn
******* all the energy
from her
yet she was able
to float with the
turbulent waves
of that ocean
as they
complemented
those of her
heart
May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 8:09 AM UTC
God, I wish you'd look at me like that.
As if the sun was kissing the ocean,
and the moon was embracing the stars.
The only problem was that you were immersed
in someone else.
And I'm drowning in your eyes,
as you're swimming away to the safety of the shore...
Not the turbulent waves that surround me.
(-DF-02/10/17-)
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 9:30 PM UTC
With all the world in constant motion,
And new adventures to be embarked,
Take your time and enjoy the moment,
Breathe deep and then depart.
When the waves of emotion make you anxious,
Strong like turbulent winds among a stormy sea,
Finding safe passage to calmer waters
Sometimes takes determination, resilience and bravery.
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 11:31 PM UTC
when the word ****
resonates from the lips of
any teacher, i cannot
help but perceive
how many students' heads
fall downward, staring at
their disquieted hands. i am
wondering how many people are closing
in on themselves, lips pressed together
in thin lines, burying themselves
six feet under into graves
constructed however long ago.
somewhere within the catastrophic enclosings
of their minds, they are the people
reminiscing violent robberies, not
of television sets or radios, but of
innocent souls. they are suffering
from the post-traumatic stress
of feeling naked skin and cracked
ribcages and heaving lungs
never burn in the turbulent
wildfires left
behind in their burnt
lives; a simple word
is enough to have them
reliving the mournful
affair forming their
empty chest. i glance around the
room for students whose
memory gnaws at their
scarred skin, and
the problem is
is that there are too many.
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 9:50 PM UTC