#whocares
Memories. Dreams. Memories of Dreams. They're all proof life isn't lived completely linearly. That life isn't purely physical.
It doesn't have to be defined by what we see, smell, touch. We don't have to limit ourselves so much. Who cares if something seems impossible? We've been proven wrong before. There's still so much we don't know. So don't be afraid to explore.
Aug 31, 2021
Aug 31, 2021 at 8:48 PM UTC
Feeling claustrophobic doing emotional aerobics,
can’t breath so I take a breath and breath in,
and if you can’t be with the one you love,
then love the one you can be with,
time is precious,
can’t waste it,
even though I’m at this terminal,
feeling like a rebel that’s complacent,
typing on these keys,
like they could make a difference,
met Jay-Z and respect Alicia keys,
but this New York State of Mind is indignant,
feels like the world is ending,
feels like no one cares,
feeling like no one feels things,
feels like feeling don’t matter any more,
anyways,
you know what they say,
one moment you feel like you’re on top of the world,
the next moment that feeling goes away,
we’ve got pandemics,
we’ve got floods and fires,
we’ve got a worldwide lockdown,
we’ve got misdirected desires,
we’ve got not a lot left to believe in,
see people I know in the street,
and feel like,
I’ve got nothing to say to them,
dead inside,
still sparked and alive,
still I log on just to turn off,
but I’m not grabbed by anything online,
nothing is exciting,
nope nothing at all,
so I try to drown out my anxieties,
with orange juice and alcohol,
wishing I knew which directions to go in,
wishing I knew if life was real or not,
it’s 2020 it feels like that doesn’t mean anything,
feels like we got way but somehow we are still caught,
here in this moment,
with no one except ourselves,
what do you do if ignorance is bliss,
but knowledge is wealth,
which to choose,
the choice is up to you,
I can’t give you any advice,
because I don’t even know what’s true,
though I do know one thing,
when I take a breath and breath it’s,
if you can’t be with the one you love,
then love the one you can be with….
Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 12:59 PM UTC
"Who cares?"
"I care."
"Why?"
"Because I've been there.
And I know how much it means to be able to have someone to talk to when life gets so unfair."
"You have no idea what I'm going through.
How dare you say you understand."
"You're right. I very well might not understand.
But I'm willing to listen. And when you're finished, if you want, I'll help however I can."
Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 8:49 PM UTC
Why
That is my, question
Didnt pay attention, even when I needed the lesson
The mistakes I've made
I thought I was on top but it's only my self I've played
It's almost like I'm afraid
what I can become
I run from everyone
Who want to wait to find out
When you can die now
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 2:38 PM UTC
...but I couldn't recall where to fit the line when I'd finally a chance to write next morning.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCCXLVIII)
Likeas a naked bulb which can't dispense
With all the gloom, but draws up shadows' hale
Forms to leer from aught corners in betrayl,
And close in on that bit of light, I thence
Half realize Instagram details what hence
Has allus been: lives so far distant they'll
Laugh in my face (as ever) that in pale
Excuse I thought comradrie's not pretense.
O THIS just after midnight when in poor
Reply I'm not yet back asleep, though to
Effect I've not been to the app in tour
In lo, some days. It's just that thought I knew
Last time I watched "their" vids scroll by as twere:
I'm fooling but myself, still half blind too.
04Apr19a
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 10:11 PM UTC
I am an asteroid
Stunned by the effects of your gravity
I lose myself in your atmosphere
But you hardly notice as I crash and burn
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 5:51 PM UTC
Though silk is upon silk,
foolish people do not understand
that we glide upon each other.
We need not the roughness,
of sand paper elopes.
Fingertips dream upon the other,
never a rainbow drowning,
but guiding me to the love of you.
We are the masculine of each others holdings,
tightly within the softness that
every kiss weaves between our bird nests..
And the song birds do whistle.
We where never ashamed to hold tightly to each other.
For we are both Adam.. and we nibbled on
the rib of the other Adam.
We're all free to love who ever falls within our
heart beat,
no matter who we are.
All love comes from a singular beat,
and you where the rhyme
that fell in to the arms of me.
And together we found our worth.
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 6:49 PM UTC
Green grow the rushes o
Green grow the rushes o
When it comes to be a song
Let it be then
What is wrong?
Dont you see this forest mind?
Dont you see me come along?
Green grow the rushes o
My confession; me, not drunk
Blue
Purple
So pink and what
Many colors on the top
Moon is shining in my skull
Forest growing
Green and green
But green is drawning inside blood
Blood of haters blood of eyes
Green grow the rushes o
How this song just got my mind?
You don't owe me
Yes I'm done
Last word
My, mind, surreal...
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 5:52 AM UTC
People often forget
to write about their happiness
It's only when they're upset
that they clamor of their madness
because they know
pity comes to the loud,
and ignorance to the mellow
Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 4:33 AM UTC
Y is the second to last letter in the alphabet. Does it ask a question to Z? Why then Z? Do you mean more then me? Y said. But while getting the reply the world ended. ZZZ
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 7:03 AM UTC
My footsteps should have remained static,
but I listened while you were whispering
beyond my reflections.
I was their but my own impression
didn't linger long enough to see the pain
falling like autumns leaves.
I looked beyond the views of myself and saw
a light fading before it was meant to become
a shooting star.
I now wish upon your descending memory,
wishing I had been there more before you felt
the need to become extinguished.
Reminiscing on my failures of what I should
have delicately read.
But I let you light fade swinging like an
extinguished chandelier.
No longer did light breath,
but an extinguished moment
of time that wasn't meant to fade yet.
*"Were both shooting stars hanging silently,
never falling just motionless in grief.*
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 5:09 PM UTC
hi. [funny thing about chancing upon that particular title is my first boyfriend used to wrestle with my brothers and I]
(sonnet #MMMMMMDCXCV)
Ah, silver twilight! mists like to a veil
Down in the valley, maples nod from hence
Their greener boughs as rain 'non whispers thence--
That voice my soul harks unto, low and frail
Yet oh, how sweet! If only in betrayl
I could 'gain lose me on that haunting sense
Which tugs at nary sleeve, yet knows fr'intents
What I sae yearn t'embrace, light waxing pale.
My brother sez thet all does change as twere,
Um, after we are one, though neither to
Effect know truly, 'cept by what, in poor
'Scuse, others say. The Word of God is true.
I'm sick of waiting...yet. Leaves dimly stir,
This half-light all I cherish, without you.
14Oct17c
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 7:23 PM UTC
...there's NO excuse for me.
(sonnet #MMMMMMDCXCIV)
Mists haunt the sodden valley with a sense
I only finger, and you don't know, pale
As mere words ever are, how much in frail
Excuse I love your loving me, and thence
How badly I want: ALL. You won't from hence
Believe me, 'til you own aught inch, who'd hail
My kissing with "so THIS is Jenny--" scale
What you kin have, clothes on, and where's defense?
I'm NOT "in love," though oddly as it were
All YOURS upon the very instant you
Desire, as putty in your hands. But you're
So much a: man, which term denotes why "woo"
Is such a pretty thing is't? So then, stir
Me when you want, and whate'er shall I do?
14Oct17b
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 7:20 PM UTC
wow, wrote this in 12 minutes...
(sonnet #MMMMMMDCXCIII)
My bad...it is semantics thet avail
You of the same affections I've lost, whence?
Oh dear! How shall I ever own defense?
He's Russian' beat strains on whiles I in pale
'Scuse madly type that sonnet in betrayl
Up for you, and how shall I put it hence?
When we're apart I'm strong; together? sense
Is buried and I yield me up sans bail.
Thus leave me in cold silence and, though's poor,
Lo, I thought "curtains!" though my brother knew
Far better. Now rain'd sweetly dance in tour
And I miss being where he is, lost thus to
My world in his, although's too short as twere.
Why can't a godly man want me...um, you?
14Oct17a
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 7:18 PM UTC
What was that about ironic?
(sonnet #MMMMDCXLII)
They swore I should be published when my frail
Attempts proved that my alphabet was thence
Down pat, a couple verbs and nouns from whence
I made a twisted bit of nonsense, pale
And certain notes that I owned more than bail
For their now wasted cries of sheer pretense,
Nor would they quiet down 'til their defense
Was trounced when I could speak and **** the tale.
Yes. Now that I trip off much less obscure
Lines, even sentences which march straight to
The point, I've lost my following as twere.
Come, did they like the early babble? Few
Can make it past the toddling stage, whence fer
The grand achievement, I'm alone. Boohoo.
(sonnet #MMMMDCXLIII)
Please don't say either that I was from hence
Givn this quite fair, though transient gift's detail
To hone its more exquisite sense in pale
Excuse for being alone, nor that twas thence
Deemed fit cuz twould be yet destroyed (whose sense
Of worth was fragile in sheer truth's betrayl),
But grant me something more, as if for bail,
And say that love will pay for my intents.
Walk through the library amassed as twere;
Yea, listen as my spirit filters through
The tapestry of lines, until in poor
Reply its voice half alters subtly too.
Did I leave innocence behind? Twas your
Fault who taught me what life is: loving you.
06Mar15e,f
Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 9:14 PM UTC
Watching anime again lately, the teeny-boppers eagerly asking each other for "contact info" I now think to want that, but it'd do no good since I never call guys.
(sonnet #MMMMMMCCCCXVI)
Not gloaming, but a fragile note that sense
Culls as the maples' silent leaves shift, pale
Light on the waning, and blue's soft detail
Is clouds 'non painted to effect that hence.
Lo, green by dint of shadows deepens, whence
This calm that tiptoes 'cross the moor t'avail
Knows aye, the hollows are alive to scale,
Nor frogs asleep now nightfall beckons thence.
I wonder if Joe thinks of me as twere,
Or whether dreams are mine alone tae stew
Oer, who 'non miss those eyes sunglasses' poor
Blind's kept me from enjoying two weeks now too
Erm, many. I'll just wait, and pray. Assure
Me nothing. He is moving fast thinks who?!
16Jun17b
Jun 17, 2017
Jun 17, 2017 at 12:08 PM UTC
Yes, I teasingly told him "I might even write you a sonnet," never yet informing him I'd already been doing so since the day we met.
(sonnet #MMMMMMCCCCXIII)
O Thou whose eyes perplex me from th'all hail
When you cut into conversation, whence
"Hi!"--and--"I'm Joe." did more than simply hence
Just intro you, but left me in betrayl
In arms oer what that look you gave'd avail,
Yes, who when I was sassy cut that sense
Short with again, a look I'd puzzle thence,
Today--what?! kiss my hand likeas tis bail?!
Call me, "my lady," with a flowr plucked fer
Th'occasion yes, in tow. I fell for't too.
Or rather, sweetly thanked you like in poor
'Scuse that was perfect. O what did I do?!
If any saw they'd know we were what? your
Late project? Shall I be yours now, think you?
15Jun17a
Jun 17, 2017
Jun 17, 2017 at 12:05 PM UTC
By the by, her prompt was summer, with several provocative, evocative poems by other authors. I began this one in meeting, cuz I'd finished that first one and people were not done scribbling, nor had she called time yet, but as the sestet proves, I finished it an hour later, outside.
(sonnet #MMMMMMCCCCIV)
Yes, summer. Blue skies nary clouds 'non fence
While fragile boughs rock to rough winds' exhale,
Leaves whispring as these golden shafts detail
The colder silence we now scribble hence
Through, and it's not e'en eight, but nearly, whence
Ya, what? A train's deep voice in passing'd hail,
And people shift within their seats t'avail:
It's...June, and Shakespeare said "hot," aye, that sense.
Tis early, but the fifth, and cooler fer
'Most nine, as gloaming culls a winking crew
Of robins and lo, who? to lilt in tour
While I wait on this bench, and fading blue
Skies yield to friends in passing, while tis your
Face, arms, I want sae badly, Adrian: you.
05Jun17c
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 2:53 PM UTC
I could swear the way the men clustered around me after meeting they thought this below was a mere pretty fantasy....and perhaps you alone know differently, Adrian.
(sonnet #MMMMMMCCCCIII)
Lo, how I hear the Beatles' cherished scale
Of "Yesterday--" 'non waltzing, like the sense
We know by instinct, though by Shakespeare thence
I thought to ink--what? cycling through the tale
Of prairie grasses blackbirds' rakish hail
Mocks? Or those blue skies cloud fluffs whitely fence
In lazy, um, battalions? Or from hence
As Will said, how I feel, likeas t'avail?
When you say "lacy," to ask me if your
Prompt, erm, hit home? And how I long to do--
Not home-made popsicles, nor when in tour
I lost my first tooth blowing up that new
Um, kiddie pool--but you know. Is it poor?
Cuz summer's so short-lived, but I love you.
05Jun17b
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 2:51 PM UTC
I'm broken
beaten down
worn out
hollow
tired
all those other
synonyms for what
I have become
****
everything is just so wrong
all of my plans burnt down
along with too many bridges
I mean
I've lost everyone I can count on
in one way or another
So I wrap myself up in the hurt
because it's the only blanket I have
against the cruel world I live in
****
Why do I even bother writing anymore
there's only so many ways I can say
I'm a broken human being
Not broken in a good way
But broken in a way that makes me
non-functional
how many friends I lost
know I'm going to lose more
just because that's how life works
I stopped counting
after I lost my lover
then my best friend
stopped counting
after the fourth suicide
the missing
****
it's time to put the pen down
I can't write away all of my problems
there's no value in "I miss you"
no matter how eloquently I pen it
you're not here anymore
and I'm so ****** up
this poem don't even have a single
Person in mind when I'm writing it
I literally can't keep track of
how many different pains
I'm trying to address...
oh well...
****
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 4:36 AM UTC
and you said: "I hope you like chocolate."
(sonnet #MMMMMMCCCLI)
I've not had choclate, nor a taste, in pale
Excuse, for that in days, perhaps cuz hence
You called yourself that, and my hunger thence
Was only for whom stole aught else, t'avail
Me of: just you. And oh! how that detail
In lieu of packaged squares, eats me and sense
Out of both home and hearth, ne crumb to fence
The **** is't? yet smudges in betrayl.
Oh, Adrian! There I must leave off. Were--
What? Savour ah, minutest crumbs, roll too
Across your tongue that darkest morsel your
Soul yields itself up to, and ah, foil to
Glint, crinkle, tease, nor but in silver tour
Hold lo, exquisite heights: what's I love you?
17May17a
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 12:16 AM UTC
When I first heard it was so and was truly for real I did not believe that it could be,
That this egotistical narcissist really did see himself as a leader and team player!!
When it was announced he may take the biggest seat in America, A Has been actor; Millionaire sure some truth there may be!
But *** My mouth first filled
Up tight with air sending shock waves to my
head then I heard what
my husband had really just said!!! huhh what now?!!
This is Legit, This is Real that this
Dumb **** is Really going to try to become president!!;
That alone made the Air Burst 0ut as laughter hit me hard to think this guy
" Your Fired" thought he could rule ovr the world !!"
Although not yet in house
started a plenty to WreaK Havoc
over us many!!!
I thought F No!! There is no way in Hell !!
This guy is for real ?!! I cannot take it holy **** batman his ShizzT do stank; Plans to get all up in there! Great for us Not! With some eating it up this cannot be good!.
what we had F'ing idiots saying Yes he is the one!Shit now our Fing hope
has grown wings and flown flown flown Way beyond and Yonder!!!
This Duesche of a president will soon be forced out and dismissed from his big wig seat & As Gargamel is to the smurfs this **** is to us here on this earth.!
I call a redo with more of a candidate selection lets
get a freakin Re-election.
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 12:43 PM UTC