#upbeat
Whenever my family and I,
Prepare to embark on a fair drive,
I grab my phone with my playlist along with my headphones.
Filled with excitement that nobody knows.
We set out on our excursion,
I put my headphones in,
I turn on my music,
And let the symphonies enter my head.
If I close my eyes,
I can visualize,
An ancient city filled with song and dance,
Amidst a sacred feast with the finest band.
I see the dresses swirl, and I smell the wheat in the fields,
Along with the fresh bread that they created with their yields.
The song changes to a more melancholic melody,
I envision a final stand, one with honor and dignity.
The knight fights its hardest, but is overrun,
The piano’s keys, haunting me, as it dies under the setting sun.
Another change, more upbeat, a comforting, catchy symphony.
I wish to dance, but I am confined to the car seat.
I open my eyes and look to the right,
At the sprawling landscape we’ve been passing by,
But instead of farmland and trees, guess what I see,
The same mind-boggling envisioning!
More songs play, various tones,
From joyous to somber, sacred to monotone,
Threatening to empowering, all on their own.
The drums beat to the piano’s keys,
As a rare mandolin strums in harmony.
A glorious symphony,
An undertone for creativity.
Oh, the power of envisioning!
Sep 18, 2025
Sep 18, 2025 at 7:17 PM UTC
Much thought, that I've invested
into the disposal of my fleshy, mangled hull.
Exquisite cadaver, worn and tested,
infested with maggots, fattening themselves
on marrow, digging through my skull.
Take your pick upon my passing,
most I've shared my plans with.
All you who know what to do,
though it might be a minute.
Those plans were made in dire times,
expectant of winter's end in a blink.
Strap my sack of bloated meat to
a float, equipped with fireworks and gunpowder.
Light the fuse, send me to sea, make it rain.
Feed the fish, marvel at macabre shower
of total annihilation and colors of
bliss, rainbows and proud refuge in
endless abstract nothing.
Grind my bones into dust, feed the earth,
grow your plants and inhale my essence.
Satiate your curiosity, save a finger,
fry it in canola oil and do tell
what I taste like
once you're down here with me.
Pick a painting on my skin,
it's yours for the taking.
Frame it, jar it, keep me around.
For the curious occasion that
I rise from the ground
and observe some patches missing.
Stuff me with wool, embalm my cadaver,
set me up in grizzly stance.
Whatever you do, don't mourn me.
I've seen the nature of this world,
enough for seven lifetimes.
Mourn the fact that
we lost one more degenerate
but don't mourn me out of love.
If you feel so inclined then
mourn me out of spite
and take a clue from Thomas,
same as I decided
to rage and not give in.
My plans have changed, I'd
like to stay around. But
should the void ever find me,
read this poem out
and take your pick
upon my passing.
Make my exit
strange, massive, morbid
and wonderfully loud.
Jul 27, 2025
Jul 27, 2025 at 12:51 PM UTC
a clay coloured mug
with the dregs
of now-cold coffee
swirling with bits
accumulated dust
and a fallen fly
left on the side
it needs to be washed
but will be ignored
time and again
each time i pass by
because of how
it is stained;
not by the rings
lining it's inner surface
from top to bottom
with striations of brown
but because of
the lipstick smudge
on its outer edge
a sign of her presence
of all the memories
that a smear of red
can conjure
and a reminder
that she will
be home soon
Jul 4, 2025
Jul 4, 2025 at 10:07 AM UTC
A poem to start my journey of verse;
A life with no words would surely be worse.
To express your joys and woes in this way,
Can change the mood of any a-day.
So forgive me if this is a little bit trite
But I hope for my first one, you'll think it's alright. :)
Nov 19, 2021
Nov 19, 2021 at 12:50 PM UTC
My emotions pour out in a torrent
with the sound of this magical night:
as you move in a trance, in the moment,
I embrace you with bright disco lights.
Hear the beats of my heart, of the music;
touch the notes of the dance, of my soul;
lose yourself to the rhythm, amuse me -
on the dance floor, for you, I'm the song.
Sep 5, 2021
Sep 5, 2021 at 12:32 PM UTC
Walk along the Riverbed
Down in the Valley
Is it real or in my Head
What is life but a fool's Folly
Ha ha, Ha ha, Tis' life naught but a grand joke
Seeing this, I feel as a bull being released from Yoke.
Wild and Free, unconquered by life's pains
In such a short time in such a wicked world, no reason to refrain
Maybe the joke is on me?
We will have to see
A laugh here a tear there
Life is naught but a Fair
A fair of laughter and love
Of hate, anger, and sadness
It is so fragile like a Dove
Tis Tough and Pitiless.
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 2:36 PM UTC
#*
Therapy for one
Can be a cause of worry, anxiety
For another
Living off your mind
Your learnings
Makes it easier
Limiting boundaries
Avoiding encroachments
Live free and together
In this big world
Prosper forever
*#
Aug 10, 2020
Aug 10, 2020 at 1:27 PM UTC
there was a lot of love
in this decade
the people joined
a peace parade
the air was filled
with an upbeat atmosphere
the flower children
were on a higher sphere
tunes started to sound
like they'd been set free
the musicians weren't
bound by a formalized key
fashion underwent
a considerable change
whereupon the beaded
look wasn't so strange
may these scant clues
aid all of you
in finding what decade
I'm taking you to
Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 11:32 PM UTC
Well, well.
What am I experiencing here?
A growth in my personality,
Or am I reflecting my peers?
As a shy small bug,
I felt as if my mouth made no sound.
But recently, that's not the case.
It feels as if my life has turned around!
Because, I am no longer afraid of what I have to say.
I am no longer afraid of what's inside!
Because that fear has grown exponentially,
To become something outside of my own mind.
I am no longer afraid of myself.
No, I am afraid of you!
I am afraid of what could happen, yes!
I am afraid of what you'll make me do.
I am afraid of the dark,
Yet I simply won't sleep with light.
I am afraid of these monsters,
But if I live without them, I might die.
I am afraid of endless possibilities,
A burglary happens every fifteen seconds!
I am afraid of what you'll say to me,
If I tell you I am not perfect.
But, ha,
You already knew that, didn't you?
Silly me.
What am I afraid of?
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 11:40 PM UTC
Happy happy
joyous slappy
passing by
the desolate
and ******
Waving flags
so elated
rising above
the dark
and crated
Waxing ecstatic
automatic
soaring clouds
over glum
dramatic
Fully mirthed
energy astounds
a sense of worth
I'm passing round
I won't be ever coming down
at least to earth
I won't be bound
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 9:18 AM UTC
Randomness is a rhyme of loves vibration.
A singular beat is monotonous,
Stagnation of verses that repeat becoming
bad tempos.
Loves an unpredictable rhyme that changes
upon occasions, keeping the tempo swaying
like the randomness of a hearts echoed beat.
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 5:56 PM UTC
Nothing like, a cat soiree
Dancing cats, it's their forte'
If you're ever in thoughtful doubt
Need to smile, but can only pout
Find the cats, at their hangout
As they sing and dance about
Doing jigs and Rumba ques
Square dancing, a happy view
Tapping out to follow thru
Catty moves, line dancing too
Here Merengue, there is jive
Frolicking free, fully alive
No better joy, of feline scenes
Kittens cavort, like dancing fiends
Dec 22, 2016
Dec 22, 2016 at 9:02 AM UTC
I don't have the answers
If I did I wouldn't be in this situation
Sitting here with a blank sheet of paper before me
Looking at the moon wishing it could speak
So bad I wanted to impress you
But at this point I'd be impress if you even noticed
I mean look at you
You're like goddess
One who was put here just to make everyone jealous
You're so perfect
That smile
Them eyes
Even the way you sneeze has a certain cuteness to it
I know this is sounding kind of corny
So I guess it's a good that this is just me thinking to myself
Though for the records my thoughts speak the truth
You're just beautiful in everything you do
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 12:23 PM UTC
Heart of gold?
Heart of sin?
So much to hold,
Can't take it all in.
Turn around and let it go,
So many tears need to flow.
Cry it out,
Or throw some things,
Just don't decide,
To end everything.
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 8:19 PM UTC
So full of care and love.
Precious time given to others.
Even when you're not wanting to.
Cuz you're a person of nice quality.
I have so much respect for you, friend.
And you should know I will never let go.
Love imbues your essence and your spirit.
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 7:13 PM UTC
You don't have to...
Cut
Drink
Drug
Have ***
Lie
Work
Or be popular to fill that hole in you.
It's not about being perfect, but being vulnerable.
Maybe if you open yourself up, let go of your control
You could find a piece of that peace you're looking for.
I'm always here if anyone needs me.
-JJ
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 9:09 PM UTC
I see millions of fingers curled up as fists protesting death everyday but, believe me friend, my hands will be one in very few biding farewell to life
Because every breath that I take, takes me a step closer to death,
Every breath that i hold makes me feel like a fool refusing to believe that it will come to me someday,
Life is a garden where death blooms
So don't tell me not to drink, jump and smoke because I don't want to die wanting to live more,
Its not because I am not happy
I just don't want death to surprise me,
I wanna see it coming
And live
I wanna run through narrow lanes, through alleys, through staircases leading both ways and through highways
I wanna swing through ups and downs, twist and shout, stumble and stay to redeem the imbalance and run again
I wanna live as long as I am alive because deathbed is a bed of regrets but believe me friend, I will be smiling
I have befriended hundreds and hurt none,
I have grown up right from the spot I was wrong,
I have loved and been loved by some
So I will remain, as memories and stories for generations to come
And be remembered as the man who never died
Because every time I question life, life hits me with another question just to teach me that life is just for living
Live until you die
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 7:03 AM UTC
You got me on the top of the world
And I don't ever want to come down
I got a smile painted on my face
You got me looking like a circus clown
I can't explain it in words
Not ones that can be spoken
You got me under a spell
And I know it can't be broken
But God, I'm begging,
Please don't ever break it
'Cause I'm thinking about losing you
And I know I couldn't take it
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 1:29 PM UTC