#weeks
The morning
Sinks its bite
Into a lifeless stuffed toy,
Yanking it across the room
For its owner to throw
Me again.
Sep 24, 2025
Sep 24, 2025 at 3:20 PM UTC
There's a smell of food
in the hallways, it's Monday --
meat wrapped sausage day.
Apr 8, 2025
Apr 8, 2025 at 4:00 AM UTC
Snow falls heavy on head of Earth
Weight added as this mighty rock spins
Might be spring according to the calendar
Icy powder covers the dancing tree limbs
March choreographing slow routine
Time taken to feel sun's warm glow
Movements meticulously placed
We patiently wait for greenery to grow
Each morning rises giving way to new roots
Relying on heat that stays out of sight
Looking forward to the colorful weeks ahead
Good weather to melt the frozen cloak of white
Mar 23, 2023
Mar 23, 2023 at 7:18 PM UTC
waiting for months to pass
and then, i’m blue
and am labeled ungrateful.
waiting for months to turn to dust
in my rusty palms
to set straight my wonky emotions
to soothe my ferocious oceans.
counting days till my cage is opened
reciting rhymes until i come back to life.
waiting for months to disappear
become marks on the calendar
can’t wait for this year to be over.
waiting for these months to stop dragging
my laden feet
upon the creaky floorboards
resisting the torture.
waiting for the months to surrender
to the year’s higher rule
succumb to the power.
waiting for these months to blow by
to relocate out of my eye view
to package up and leave.
i can’t endure these months anymore
Aug 27, 2022
Aug 27, 2022 at 5:09 PM UTC
i think
i'd rather be at school
than on christmas break
i don't want to be stuck with my family
who will constantly yell at me
for a whole two weeks
Dec 22, 2020
Dec 22, 2020 at 6:02 AM UTC
can't be put through the same thing again
i need a little change.
can someone or something come along
so that i can be free?
Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 7:53 AM UTC
Day and night
Night and day
Keep on going
It's just been two days
Count in weeks.
Why not months ?
Because it's been long....
Since we last talked
Dec 5, 2020
Dec 5, 2020 at 11:50 AM UTC
One day,
I thought about you.
The next day,
I iust can't stop.
The day after that,
you haunt my dreams.
A week later,
My are around your lifeless body.
A week after that,
I found a new one,
And turned you to ashes.
Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 10:44 AM UTC
Time is what we want most
We all need it
But time never waits
Time never stops
Years
Months
Weeks
Days
Hours
Minutes
Seconds
Use them
Live
Time is now
Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 1:13 PM UTC
We’ve had promises broken
Words left unspoken
Tears on our cheeks
Lonely weeks
And yet
It still surprised me when you left me.
Dec 12, 2019
Dec 12, 2019 at 11:54 PM UTC
Hurt me,
I’ll recover.
Call me a ****
That works.
Call my phone,
You hear a dial tone.
Won’t answer,
You treat me like a taxi driver.
May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 12:50 PM UTC
He truly is everything that I have loved
And as days turn to weeks
And weeks into months
Time is running shorter and shorter
I'm not ready to be alone again
I need you
Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 6:29 PM UTC
Wrapped to our wrist
Pinned on our walls
Dawn till dusk
Time is always present
Before we were born and after we die
It’s measured by memories, effort, split second decisions
It’s of the essence
Apparent to its incapable yearning to stop
It flies by.
Days we spent angry
Hours dreading our jobs
Regrets and what could haves
We’ll never get it back or be there like we once were
I could say enjoy today and take everyday one step at a time
Or I could be righteous to the ever longing tick
Why should I
With the time I took to write this is now gone
I’ll be tired once morning comes
But I did what I wanted to with my time
Choose your time wisely
Because forever is unkind
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 9:13 PM UTC
It’s something I think about often,
Do we fully understand the fragility of this life we possess?
And suddenly a loved one is taken …it inflames you to think.
Every consciousness is a precious and fragile gift.
These lives of ours are fleeting, gone in a minute.
When you suddenly understand this, everything fades into the background.
Pushing 70 now… I choose to soar out of bed joyfully rejoicing each morning,
That life has granted me another day above the dirt.
Life is strong and weak…it’s a paradox.
Keep your mind strong my friends, don’t hide behind your fears.
This life of yours is an amazing gift….live it with a smile!
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 3:38 PM UTC
every
day
you
live
on
earth
is
pointless
without
love
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 1:41 AM UTC
lately I walk in to work alone
I go to break and flop down on the bench and light up a cigarette and if I feel like talking I can
or if I don't I can just sit for ten minutes
I get to be just purely me
fresh start, new people, new opportunities
it's actually refreshing to do this on my own this time
I leave work alone
I rush out to my car like I used to in the old days
turn up the volume on the radio to all my ****** songs
roll the windows down
smoke a cigarette
and sit in silence
I've never been happier
Aug 9, 2018
Aug 9, 2018 at 6:48 PM UTC
Rise and shine,
Time to start a new!
Or as you could say,
How long till you go your way?
I'll be lucky if you don't start crying, whining or lying about your everyday work.
You could've found better but it's just the beginning so of course it's gonna have it's qwerks.
Barely the middle of it and I can't take ****
Just take it down and trust me, it'll be real quick.
Quick, here's a tip, don't try to give lip when miss is sick of your trip to this 15 hour shifts cause you can't take a hint that this ain't it your gift or your payment, even though you've been ripped and played and yet you wonder why we shame your decisions.
Oh and don't worry, I'll be here contemplating when Daddy comes home and think, it's just his beginning to an end.
See you tomorrow cause it's the end of just one day.
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 2:13 AM UTC
In the hot, blistering, orange summer haze,
I’d once again been left;
Left in a haze
And the calming effects,
Of words you had left,
Grew on,
Into a haunting repetance
I lack in any response
In the light, reminiscent autumn breeze
I’d been held to watch again;
Watch again as you leave
And the dazzling effects,
Of the touch you had left,
They fade,
Slowly, into a wish for such again
I lack in any response
In the cold,
Monochromatic ice,
I grasped just too late;
Too late to think twice
And the chilling effects,
Of assurance you’d left,
Vanished,
As I failed to accept it
I lack in any response
In the first light,
Brightest of spring,
You return to me,
This to cause me to gleam
And the way I effect,
Your return from having left,
Wordless,
I glow before you
You lack in any response
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 9:04 PM UTC
Another brand new day, a chance to start again
But if i did so then I'd have to discard all this pain
And as much as it pains me to hold it like so,
Without this experience I'd have nada to show
No stories to tell, no stories to share
No stories from drunken lips spilled without a care
You want to know the truth of it, the world is often cold
And those among us oftentimes succumb to icy holds
I've done so too, dragging my feet
Every day was an encore, every hour on repeat
So the days came, and so too they left
Nothing but a hollow sorrow leaking through my chest
Porcelain became my actions, stone become my face
A facade for my every move, a wolf with naught to chase
The darkness in the skies became the darkness in my eyes
As the darkness in the night became the darkness held inside
Shadows grew longer, so too did my inaction
An enzyme gone cold, with minimal reaction
This lethargy that enveloped every thought that crossed my mind
I crossed off all the pain and laughed, urged the struggles to hide
So struggle i did, so exhausted i grew
A plant of my previous self, all i did was grow roots
Stuck into the Earth with no intention to leave
I found myself worthless, this became my belief
And when i crossed out all my mistakes
These actions shown through carelessness made
An S.O.S called for, a flare launched in the sky
Shining ever brighter than the stars that lit the night
Uprooted and carried, burden i felt
Looking at my limbs satisfied with damage dealt
But hungrily lust for more, so more and more i drew
My laughter marked upon my arms in delirium renewed
Every step and every breath has pushed me off the edge
Until i fell and climbed back up, learned to walk again
My funambulism established, my lifetime the ropes
That once upon a time wound its way around to choke
With every moment left behind, my resolve grows evermore
Mentally i mark myself rather than count a bladed score
And when I've had enough, I'll not give up no more
I have a divine partner whom i love to my very core
And so I'll drag myself upright, so that i die with dignity
And make every day feel like a brand new beginning
Forgive my troubled actions, wish away my pain
Wash away these scars, and let us start again
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 5:05 AM UTC
I think
The fact that I haven't
Written a poem
In nearly two weeks
Is causing me
To lose touch
With reality.
Reality
It's a funny word, isn't it?
REAL-EH-TEE
Real
But I lost sense
Of what was real
The same day I lost you
But let's not talk
About you
I'm sick of writing
About you
I'm fed up
With every one of my ******* poems
Including the word
YOU
Maybe that's why I stopped writing!
Yes
You were in my life enough
And I got sick
Of putting you in my poetry
My heart
Yes
So you see
I've lost track now, haven't I?
I was on about
Losing reality
And then…
Oh never mind that
I just…
I lost what was real
The same day I lost my sanity
And it's been
So long now
That I'm not sure
I'll ever get it back
But there was a question
Yes
How do I know
That I'm losing touch with reality
When I haven't known what was real
In such a long time?
Good question.
It's just a
Feeling
I suppose
The only thing humans
Were ever really capable of is
Feeling
The only thing that is
Real
To people
I guess
Because emotions
Often feel more logical than logic
Even when I act on them
Illogically
Or…
Does that not make sense?
I can never be sure
My pencil always races
Faster than my brain can dash
My thoughts forgot
How to run
After you stopped being my coach
Yes
You pushed me
To work harder
Be better
So what happened?
What happened to make you leave?
Why did you…
Why did YOU
**** “you”
I can't stand that word!
Why can't YOU
Leave my mind?!
Leave my paper?!
Leave my poems!
Just leave it blank!
Instead of writing this wretched word
Over and over
Y-O-U
Maybe I'll just leave it blank!
Is it worth losing myself?
To leave the pages empty?
Is it worth losing my real-eh-tee?
Because
I haven't written a poem
In nearly two weeks
And it feels like
I'm going numb
Because
The only real thing I had left
Were my feelings
And now
They seem to be melting away
All the same
As my ability
To write
A real
Poem.
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 10:05 AM UTC
This flower cut,
Whilst in full bloom,
Now rests in peace,
Within this tomb.
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 2:24 AM UTC
In early eighteen-forty-four,
In Cornwall’s heart; on Bodmin Moor,
Charlotte Dymond, a young farm maid,
Had her throat slit with a steel blade,
She crossed fast streams and deadly bogs,
Found her way through mists and fogs,
But couldn’t stop that fatal blow,
That stole her life and laid her low,
She walked to meet someone that day,
Just who that was ... no one would say,
Found days later beside a track,
Laid on a cart; her shroud a sack,
The surgeon, Thomas Good, was fetched,
Had in his mind, her white face etched,
Charlotte untouched by fox or crow,
Had she been moved ... he did not know,
No evidence was ever found,
But her young boyfriend had gone to ground,
Fingers so quick to point his way,
Matthew Weeks panicked; ran away,
The hapless ******* was soon caught,
No other culprit was ever sought,
The judge was just a rubber-stamp,
Bodmin Gaol was dark and damp,
The scaffold built, the crowds arrived,
Matthew swore he had not lied,
The floor gave way, the rope drew tight,
Was justice done ... the verdict right?
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 2:34 AM UTC