#unlike
In life stories form
all informed knowing, be it
beautiful adversity universally
re-co-known
acknowledged with smiles, and
nods, sense of yes, I know, I think,
I see you think, so, I know, I did
finish writing something meaningful;
or, be it in every way some other way.
I think you may imagine you agree.
In conscience used, we take science,
knowledge of beauty, chaotic clouds,
bending rays of sunshine, evening
the heave offering, leaving smooth
cool of the day
white sugar desert dunes, to an ant or bee.
{KJB, viable Bible archetype, declares phonetic
remenants of Eber's unconfused use of letters,
towb rah translate as good and evil, but better see
טוֹברַע good and bad, useful and useless to the point
of wasting effort, in a take it easy world, where we
know enough, drink, remember when it was,
plenty of water, no real enemies yet, and only
one barrier, over which those beautiful wild
seeds have been carried, by ravens, and doves
and rodents who surface only in the night.
Let's recall an old told tale, how folks
skinned in many colors we continue to be coated with,
all lost the knowledge that lying was used, to steal,
during lives times when we are parts in wholes,
until all things continuing, combine your will
to wonder what I imagined I am continuing,
with my own will to wander on, meandering
through the substance of hope, by my own
faith, fi, upright, balanced valence in chemical
terms, fit to fight for your right to think wrong,
confident my pride has been filed to a point,
not my right to be wrong, or do wrong, or lie.
To give good reason for cost of learning.
The faith that gives reason its point.
To tell the truth, sheriffs were good guys,
when I was a kid, a wild little goat, indeed,
I have seen myself in seven grandchildren
and their little heathen friends, so I know,
we get more like ourselves, my mother in law said.
And now, I keep the peace, wu wei easy knowing
towb ra' beautiful efforting life demands in return,
for freely eating from all the trees in the garden, thank you.
Aug 28, 2024
Aug 28, 2024 at 4:35 PM UTC
They say girls are like flowers,
But I’m unlike any flower
That you have ever known
Flowers bloom in the spring,
And use the sunlight
As a light source
And a means to grow
I bloom in the darkness
Wrapped underneath my covers,
Beside my pillows,
In a room,
Locked from the inside,
So that I
Can be alone
Flowers need water
From streams and lakes,
From clouds through rain,
After which a vibrant rainbow,
Always awaits
My water comes from pain,
But has the power to heal
As it falls
From the eyes,
As tears,
Drop by drop,
To the roots
Beneath the surface,
And far below
Make no mistake,
Like all flowers
I bloom,
But I operate beyond constructs
Like seasons
Or time
Or weather,
Of the physical
My journey is that of
Patience,
And growth
That can only be seen
By the beholder,
And to those
The beholder
Decides to show
Feb 22, 2021
Feb 22, 2021 at 4:15 PM UTC
Consistency was never my thing,
Any context says so,
Certainty was just a fling,
But anxiety is waiting at home.
Consistency is repetitive and boring,
Always knowing what comes next,
But I found solace in its simplicity,
So I didn't like the sudden text.
The text was short but not sweet,
Dark in its words,
It only consisted of one question,
'Hey...have you heard?'
It was from someone I didn't expect,
A somewhat old friend of mine,
But from those four words,
I knew it was time.
She was going through alot,
From what I remember,
And we both lost a person,
That late December.
It ruined the consistency of things,
What happened then,
Because all were left were rings,
And my heart empty and aware.
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 9:29 AM UTC
My Dearest
Love Me , As I Love You
Cherish Me , As I Cherish You
Offer your mornings , As I do
Redeem your nights , As I do
Only and solely ,
When it’s our beloved truths
Not replicated to appease fate.
Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 2:23 AM UTC
This is a childish play
Well, i guess you could say
It's a bit immature
But how can I be sure?
Honestly I forgot the day
The time I first saw you.
But you were noticed by my eyes
At that moment then I knew.
Questions filled my head
I think a hundreds of them.
Making sure it wont get in my way
Trying to push you away.
But I know I can't.
I already liked you now.
I tried to gather up my courage.
I should but how?
You knew before I come to say it.
Let's just say I was to obvious.
Actions speak louder than words.
If only you'll notice me, Yan.
I found out something.
You are already waiting for someone.
It hurts, I know.
Now, will these feelings be gone?
I said it. Now what?
Limited time is all I have.
I haven't talked about it yet.
Please turn back the time.
You were going to wait for her.
That was what you told me.
I feel so crushed and broken.
But I'm okay, as long as you're happy.
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 8:09 AM UTC
He was the weeds
standing next to a Rose.
@)--'--,---
@)--'---,----
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 12:14 AM UTC
Yes, we can talk in secret
You brought me flowers?
Thank you
No, you're not like them
Not like the other guys
Yes, you're special
Why?
Well, you got a mole right there
No, the one on your forearm
Serious, though
I like your mindset
Open-minded
Oh, more?
I think you have the prettiest eyes
You blinked
Yes, I love them
Close my eyes?
Now, me
Really? Kind?
That's lame
Okay, fine
I do believe you
Cool, I'm cool
You, too
I'm down
We can go now
Yeah, just us
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 10:54 AM UTC
there's a passion in my veins
burning through me like liquid fire.
I rise to the top
so close I can taste the sweet taste of stars,
but then the taste turns bitter,
acidic,
and I am second best.
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 9:19 PM UTC
Is so much enjoyable,
If you got no soft ego,
And it may look like this number.
Read Immoral.
This poem of mine is numbered 969,
But let me warn you,
It is really dangerous.
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 11:01 PM UTC
Its great that you're taking care of yourself
But sometimes I wish you'd just realise that unlike you, I'm not doing so well
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 4:07 AM UTC
I was once a rebel
I did some things I wasn't expected to do
I am a hard headed kid
Don't know how to listen
Don't care if someone will get hurt
Or if someone will be harmed
Then one day I saw my mom cry
And all of a sudden everything's change
I tried hard to be good enough
For my works to be sufficient
For her to be proud of me
For her to be happy
Though it takes so much wounds on me
I took all the risk
Somehow people can change. I thought so
Cause once a Black Sheep
Will always be a Black Sheep
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 5:58 AM UTC
If you give a wishing stone,
she'll travel out all on her own.
She'll leave behind the fear and pain,
and keep herself from going insane.
While her friends are getting diagnosed,
she'll be somewhere in her boat.
Maybe she'll have tea for two,
but at least she'll know what to do.
And they may ask, and plead, and beg to be in her world,
but she'll certainly say,
"Be gone, be gone, or off with your head."
Which should be said, since they cursed her be dead.
If you give a girl a wishing stone,
she'll truly feel all alone,
and for those who never cared "be gone!"
The queen has finally sang her song.
She was never a fool, just a withered small bud,
and those pigs would throw her around in the mud.
So sure she dreams and dazes off,
but she can do whatever she wants.
She earned a bit of recognition,
for all antagonize and inhibition.
Give that girl some cheer,
she fought a war for all those years.
Stop the hate for her being crushed,
unlike some, she had no love!
The glass shattered hard,
it's no surprised it became shards.
Giving time and yells,
doesn't heal, it kills.
If you give a girl a wishing stone,
you've given her one happiness finally of her own.
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 3:43 AM UTC
Hey now
I've forgiven you
But I still don't like you
I think you're disgusting
Quite honestly
A pure sociopath
Which is fine
As long as I don't have to deal with you
And to think
I once considered you a friend.
Ick.
The thought of you
Of your name
Your face
Makes me retch
And hell
We're all human
We've all got our own ****
But you're pretty ****** up
And you make me feel
Exactly what you are.
You make me sick.
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 11:27 AM UTC