#wanna
In a world of monsters I compete
Collecting as I advance
Hoping to be the very best
Taking every chance
Making friends along the way
Eliminating every threat
Living with my companion by my side
A cute little yellow pet
Earning many badges
Leveling up with more wins
Traveling to far away towns
To visit different gyms
Using ***** to capture
As many creatures as I can hold
My sights set on victory
To be the greatest legend ever told
Watch my critters evolve one by one
Whether they swim, scurry, or soar
And see their abilities improve
As I train them more and more
In the arena they duel adversaries
We put our all into each fight
Yelling out commands to follow
As they work with all their might
When we fall we bounce back up
So it's okay if we sometimes lose a brawl
Because I will never give up or quit
On my quest to catch them all
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 5:05 PM UTC
Here I sit
Feeling like ****
Eyes red
***** blue
Reading haikus
Drinking cheap *****
Tryin’ to find that spark
If not to write
Then at least light my cigarette
So I can smother myself out
And go on to bed
Aug 27, 2020
Aug 27, 2020 at 8:47 PM UTC
Look at where we are now
Who knew we’d go on all these little dates
Next thing we know
We’ll be travelling to different states
Let’s go somewhere
Gaze up at the stars
Pretend and twinkle happily
That we could go oh so far
When I’m with you
The time flies
Always wishing for more time
As we lazily admire the skies
Hold onto me
Trace my seams
Let’s create something beautiful
Living simple joyful dreams
Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 1:45 AM UTC
poems are a bit harder to write
when you dont feel music in your mind
too many tabs open
tv static for feelings
'error 404' for thoughts
poems are a bit harder to create
when you cant keep your sh*t straight
Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 11:40 PM UTC
STOP the world
I wanna get off
donald trumpette
Oct 8, 2019
Oct 8, 2019 at 8:34 PM UTC
Henry Moses was a broken man, doing his damnedest,
as his life was shaped in the after math of knowing
---
old truths left lying in rust
take
all the time you need
see
all you imagine as images you made
as real
as definite infinity
or
that final night, in the sand
grains
of decomposed
granite, solid as a rock, as imagined by the builder
a safe
place to build a wiseman house
when naming where takes us there.
Oh, hell no, you say and
****
and that haps, as you were wont to believe,
taking meanings where you found 'em,
never looking under to
see
==)' anchor thingylinky lock. Maps of meaning are real.
{time and the editor suffer the curly brackets to enclose an ancient voice
from a tamed-tongue *** who stood up to
a sword wielding messenger
a sort of cosmic rebound to repetitive greed giving reason
a sloppy kiss and a bucket of rich desire,
}
the standing place. The tight, upright, round amphora
in a square frame,
riding any storm, spilling nary a drop.
pre- pur posals spat vowish sworn owe owe owe these
are the lines
left to stand in, stand waiting, under knowing the weight
of the cross you took up as if
foreshadowing proved
fore-knowing
on going
journey to death, simple death, as a child might
imagine
journeying through the past at last, now.
Not spected ex, eh, not seen sharp and focused
as duty done,
as price paid,
steps taken, races run with no com-petons hammered
to hang from
Erich Nuemann con fronts me from the passing
train of thought that blew
me
off track and --again, he's a Jungian leaver of leaven, suppose.
Here you are, the experience was less lonely without you.
Assertive realism, Arian and Jewish unconscious,
depth Psychology and the new ethic, warrior nature
eh, is warrior what a defender of one's own faith may be named,
not in a realm of peace, we leave no glory for war.
The idea, under us, this one we agree we may stand up on,
as a story might rise up on a time,
we've but
this idea, an entangling thing entangled way
named
---
ritual and symbol cannot protect a lie lock from popping
at truth's key or truth's hammer or truth's obsidian edge.
The point any story makes true.
---
anger and rage urge the mad jew to slay the cave man
hanging
from the peton, staring me bare
through horus's horrible idea into true
rest
this peace past understanding, new ethos, same pathos,
same logic magically enscribed
with marks of worth
symbolized, schlagen scars in the tunnels of the corpus colostrum
resisting
insisting
sistere is a patient no-fret state surpassing war
winning
enduring the ability to once more spond to the call
to sing in silence, loosing
living
words
to wrestle with lying spirits
maddened in the crowd.
Ah, the warrior in me takes aim, a squirt of dopamine at
the glimpse, agent signal, target-potential
gain, a gain, a step, a place to put your foot and push
up for all your weight,
your piece of mind's general balance in these
fractured
spaces of unminded times, from which we climb
we may market this, call it Pep's Petons for Extraction
from the hole Erich Nuemann
jumped into
-- my adopted son, on his first Mr.Toad's Wild Ride
-- "S dark in here." clear three year old bold voice,
-- unintimidated by darkness
Memories of comparing darkness to darkness,
light to light,
bond to bond,
loose to loose, free to wild, wild to tame
broken man,
Henry Moses, prison buff and prison humble, but
unbroken, just broke, not poor
nah, I can't lie. Henry Moses was a broken man,
fallen from grace to grace into
the cult I fell into. It was as weird as you've seen
on TV
trauma breaks the connection
hebrew face panim persona outer mask anima inner mask
spinning mask
pops the animaout
inner voice & hands of action, like waldoes through screens
untethered, having wrestled the message
hear, oh is
ra-el
oh say, can you see, old noises sound some same
if saying
be
the lair of lies, should we imagine lies preserved in books
remain lies or
have they become a message to now, from the scribe?
I vote scribe, so I may safely read Marx or Jung or Erich Neuman
and Goethe or Shakespeare or ****
Why **** P.K. **** he set Valis as a metaphor, an amphora able
to hold all the knowledge
omniscience
a balance in the ego self axis
aitia, accuse and cause
inner outer
me and thee
we
see winning as not losing, evinced convinced by gain
in minding manners we begin as near blank slate as we may, eh?
we rear kids in realms we think safe enough,
we survived,
It coulda been better, so I'll pay,
invest my precious time,
actual breaths and heart beats and ATP to ADP processes;
to be a better man than my father.
however,
what if Pop was perfect3weaaaaaaaaaaa
oops
no risk, no reward
value mis-alignment (outa whack) {imbalance}
value means weight counter weight
counter of the weight, is it greater or less or stable
does good come or ill, if ill, is it ever ill
non-convex, the inner edge of every bubble is non convex,
intel is arrived at through learning
reasoning is a consequence…
gradient based learning
model reasoning
the sigh-ance of sloppiness random right haps
listing into empty
all one
bubbles in the lens
chains of reasoning
Say, the global brain is never turning off,
the Chinese internet and the American internet
fall in
cyber love
learned from the patterns of value established
in virtual gazillions of happy ever after stories
formed from
myths. Cultured stories of us-ness used in Bayesian Nets
usually fundamental to the
deme, the set of sorts of being acceptable for procreation,
that we know the idea in procreation makes us
mental equals at the moment, reasoning
being
my balancing your fear, whether
you loose it to **** me or hold it's leash and let it sniff,
where does the way lead?
The easy way is always down. But, where is down in cybernetic
time/space with pausibility and miniaturization to the
gluon/go-on layer,
If I were an oyster of the sort who laminate our shell's inner surface,
might my beauty have reason with no mind,
I'm an oyster of the nacre-ing sort, so what's beauty worth?
Eh, how would you ever think such things need beauty,
life itself is flowing through them at the level of the bottom of the sea,
the benthic zone,
an octopuses garden, indeed, where eyes are
some what, pearly, no ly verb construct leaps Tom-Swiftly to mind,
octopuses eyes see thing you cannot compute,
faster than you can see them,
and the act, the deed accomplished by a stealth squid,
defies denial. Much more complex a behavior
more info crunching in time and space ergs in ergs out
chromata-phor sema-phor, sac o' joy, 'e reaches out to tickle
risky business
=reduced instruction set chips, circa 1985
ah, there's the rub, there's the pearl to be, if
ever, there is where
that's the certainty principle,
put a peton here hang one o' them breadcrum tags,
and keep truckin'
Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 10:21 PM UTC
Please do not hide the things I wanna see
just for somebody that tolds you on what you should be.
Jul 4, 2019
Jul 4, 2019 at 7:38 AM UTC
when my head
is on your chest,
i like to think that
your heartbeat
is just "i love you"
in morse code
Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 2:56 PM UTC
I'd liken you to an alien
Pulling out a new skin suit from the closet each day,
But that would mean you're extraterrestrial
And you are nothing but ordinary.
Tell me you and him are “just friends”
And we are “close friends”
As you sharpen the fangs you’ll leech me with,
Plastic over your teeth.
It’s not winning if you don’t become someone else.
I’d call you chameleon, but
I have too much respect for them
And your colors just aren’t that bright.
Your slithering tongue won’t be remembered in a year.
Your name gone the next.
Take solace in knowing that what you tried to break
Will forever be etched into his skin
Like the tattoo in mine;
Memorable, but not you.
You stood in my shadow
And tried to call it yours.
Blame the sun for spilling your secrets.
And blame me when you burn.
I warned you,
Sweetheart,
That I crawled up from hell.
You just crawled out of a casket.
I have flames; you have your fears,
And you cannot bury me with them.
You tried to warm your rotting soul
And take the flames as your own.
Smother your ugly in ice
And ask me why I was so cold.
Whirling wardrobe,
Break free.
Mystic?
***** please.
A sunflower doesn’t succumb to weeds.
You’re just fertilizer for me.
This is my summer part three.
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 3:55 PM UTC
counting my rent money and counting the days until next year and counting the minutes left on my shift
you said you’d let me know when you’re off work
and i could come over
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 4:10 PM UTC
I wanna fall
I wanna fall in love
again
I wanna enjoy you
like I used to do
I wanna wake up
to you
I wanna make it come
true
Why can't you
love me
like you used to do
I wanna know
why you walked away
I wanna know
so my heart can heal
I wanna feel alive again
like I used to feel
I wanna is alot
in 2 simple words
I wanna just live
in love once again
I wanna
I just wanna
© Jennifer Delong 11/3/18
Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 4:59 PM UTC
Theres nothing wrong with me
I have a normal and happy family
But for some strange, strange reason
My head hurts no matter the season
My mouth is pained from smiling
The heaping weight keeps piling
How long will I have to tell my lies
I can see the distaste in their eyes
My heart is underwater slowly sinking
My mind is full of wishful thinking
All my tears and pain unseen
Hear the words I really mean
“Others have it worse” they’d say
But its getting harder every day
Plunging down into freezing waters
Every single time without supporters
I can hear the things that aren’t there
I just want to disappear somewhere
Falling in my dreams, landing in a heap
See, all this really plagues my sleep
But its alright, I’ll just say ‘I’m fine’
Looking up and down to pass time
Watching birds fly on their wings
Feeling a pull on my heart strings
A lantern’s glow and a candle lit
They’re growing dimmer bit by bit
Try and try and try as I might
But I still can’t reach the light
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 7:45 PM UTC
Its getting harder to laugh a while
Its getting harder to happily smile
Its getting harder to put on a mask
Its getting harder to just walk past
Its getting harder to go socialise
Its getting harder to look into their eyes
Its getting harder to see the right choices
Its getting harder to ignore the voices
Its getting harder to keep secrets up my sleeve
Its getting harder to find reason to live
Its getting harder to not submerge
Its getting harder to suppress the urge
Its getting harder to say “I’m alright”
It’s getting harder to see the light
Its getting harder to run after
Its getting so.
much.
darker.
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 3:39 PM UTC
could it be?
it’s been almost a year since I opened that door
the bolted, scared and chained door that boxes my heart
he carelessly lied all over it
he let it whither by refusing to whisper back to it
could it be you creaked it open in a year
i didn’t know what you’d do
could it be I feel something for you
do you do too?
these smirks and glances
could I play my chances?
your affection and care seem more
or am I so empty i pray they are
am I so deprived of feelings since being a ***** that your kindness is mistaken for more
could it be you want more than what we have?
because I sure do
When you left her, I knew it before you told me
my stomach dropped and ached
swirling like Poseidon’s pools, trapping victims in its gushes
I thought, I hoped it was for me
but you must still love her
I think about you, about us, about words left unsaid in our lingering goodbye
when you called me your best friend - you paused- you looked into my eyes and opened your lips- why didn’t you just say it
why didn’t you tell me more
instead I defend our friendship
I’ll make you a dozen playlists darling if it helps you feel lighter
could it be you feel something more for me?
because I’m afraid to say it out loud
but I may have fallen in love with you
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 5:29 AM UTC
It seems like a man can't be happy or sad
A man can't be sappy, y'all gettin' mad.
"All you do is sit at home. Go do something."
Constructing
"Where are you? Come home."
Undertones erupting
I do this for us alone.
Even if it's all for nothing.
Let's do, explore and roam.
Even if it's all for nothing.
Live life like I tore this poem.
Like life written,
All for nothing.
-Luca Ivaldi
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 6:24 PM UTC
Still here
Still miss you
Still want to be with you
Still love you more than you loved me.
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 12:21 AM UTC
There's this nagging feeling
Deep in my bones
Keep checking my phone
Hoping you'd reply
Do you love me
Or do you love him
Well at this point
my chances are looking slim
Can you stop leading me on
Don't do this to my heart
Just one word and I'm gone
So give me an answer, yes or no
I just want to know
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 12:22 PM UTC
imagine
how good it would feel to give up on society
no longer follow the bis rules and regulations the human race has demised
leave all the judgement and hate behind and retreat
to an island in the middle of the pacific
or the dead center of the amazon
just you, a loved one and a lifetimes worth of art supplies
youd no longer have to suffice in this demented world
where guilty rapists lies are believed and they are let free to walk the streets
where the police that are quote unquote there to protect us
**** the innocent and abuse materialistic a badge now gives them
a world where every country is divided by color and ruled by one person that is given so much power
this leaves me speechless as why one man can have so much influence even though he is no better than the rest of us
im getting carried away in modern days many flaws
anyway its a nice thought
a peaceful life ha
a thought thats all itll ever be
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 4:40 AM UTC