#writingagain
I’ve noticed
you haven’t written poetry in a while —
at least, not published any.
You’ve gone quiet.
And yet, without words,
you’re still poetic.
It’s stronger than you.
You only ever wrote about our love.
Now that I’m gone,
you’ve lost your inspiration.
Thank you —
I’m flattered.
But please,
go back to writing.
I’m still here.
I miss your poems
making my heart skip beats
every morning.
Aug 15, 2025
Aug 15, 2025 at 1:08 PM UTC
Some days I am so convinced that I hate him that I can feel hell in my blood
But it's the days of weakness
Those rain filled, grey-scale days
that have me writing with the residual stardust
left in the corners of my eyes
left from when I was star struck myself.
I think to myself,
"if I can just get these words out, maybe I'll finally be free."
But the words never end
they are the never-ending flowing music of the spheres
and I begin to understand what "all truth is song but not all that is sung is truth" really means
They sung that boy's praises and I joined in until I learnt what a lie was
It's in that moment
I wondered if I perhaps understood how Lucifer felt as he led worship
May 6, 2018
May 6, 2018 at 10:14 AM UTC
*It’s been a long time
Looks like it’s been a very very long time
It’s haunting me
Wanting to break free
I always leave
Then comes back
Sometimes it’s the other way around
(What’s the difference?)
I always stop
Then starts again
Sometimes it’s the other way around
(What’s the difference?)
It’s the tide, the high and low
Washes what’s on the shore
Then returns what I thought I already lost
-memories, emotions, words
I comeback then leaves, I start then stops
I am coming back, again and again
To free the emotions, the words
To meet the shore, where I always belong
It’s the waves of poetry
That brings me back, always
To my first love
Writing*
Jul 20, 2017
Jul 20, 2017 at 12:29 AM UTC
Words in my head
Stir up with the thoughts of the day
Mix into torment
I am looming around
Nowhere but inward
Deeper into the oblivion
Of unspoken poems
But they
Eventually
Will be out
Explode in sparks
To rattle the existence
That wraps my destiny
To set me
Once more
Free...
I’m back
Though never really gone...
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 5:48 PM UTC
I'm not going
To sit here and lie
That like apple pie
Gone from a window sill
I missed you,
Like all those socks
The minutes that escape
From all the clocks
How I feared
You wouldn't return,
What time could ****
Without our knowing
What we couldn't do
What we couldn't shape,
What I wouldn't endure
For a tenure
Next to you,
Night comes
But once a day
But you,
You are
My blue moon...
APAD16 - 008 © okpoet
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 11:38 AM UTC
I won't ever leave,
Not because
I have nowhere to go,
But because
Next to you
Is where I truly want to be,
You are
The other side
The just right,
Fuckin' perfect
The just one reason,
You are
The lemons
And chips,
Right side up
My good side,
All the hell and darkness
Gritty skies
And the bitter cold;
My insanity and distress
Is the absence
Of you...
APAD16 - 007 © okpoet
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 10:26 PM UTC
Overthink
Overthought
What am I
To get over?
She is the real Durden
Everything that I am not
But an apple turnover,
Spickle and spackle
Listen to the crinkle
And the crackle,
What plays the mind
If the records
No longer spin,
Retreat retreat retreat
On repeat
No baffle
To this wiffle
Waffles in the AM,
Pockets empty
There is nothing to collect
Unemployed dreams
I question the sparkle,
The sweet of the sprinkles
This life long ago wrecked...
APAD16 - 006 © okpoet
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 3:41 PM UTC
Drowning
But can't
Won't
Fight the current,
Let myself sink
To the bottom,
Hold my breath
Until I either surrender
Or come up,
But I won't give up
And I can't figure out why,
What's the prize?
High price
To pay,
For the light of day
To shine,
Breath in
Can't stop
To choke,
Laugh hard
Even if I don't know
What is the joke,
There is no reward
For this pain...
APAD16 - 005 © okpoet
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 1:00 PM UTC
He comes
Under the stealth of night
Dark as darkness
In the absence of light,
As she dons
Nothing
The beast within
Unveils herself,
A want
Not unlike a thirst
Is it soul against soul
Or a moth burning
To her light?
What does he take
If she has but one thing to give,
Is this what
Is this all
That we come for,
On all fours
Bare all
Can't take nothing back
Is there any depth
To the smile
As her heart beckons?
APAD16 - 004 © okpoet
Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 1:50 PM UTC
I engineered
And I constructed
Towers majestic
Rising above all
The clouds shrouded
Like steps to the heavens,
And on the highest
Of pedestals
I placed her,
Thought her a queen
But that crown
Was not golden,
Oh how she has fallen
Bruised and broken
A landing that shook
All the foundations,
But I can rebuild
Quickly I can cobble together
A wall to hold and hide within
The truth that has been revealed,
No one the wiser
Least of all her,
Shambles and ruins
Cloak her as she shivers
A cold she cannot shake,
Where she aimed
I do not know,
A moving bulls eye
Perhaps,
I'll still kneel before her...
APAD16 - 003 © okpoet
Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 5:16 PM UTC
She spreads
And he butters
If he can't keep it up
As long as she is down
It's all gonna end
In burnt toast,
Her better side
On the floor
He'll get the door
I'll get the dough
But what does she knead
If I am the **** on a crescent roll,
Maybe
It's all baloney
I've got to go H.A.M
Cold turkey
Like she cuts carbs,
Temperature is rising
I'm crisp
Out the Oven
And into the fire,
I just cannot
Believe it
Is not margarine
Thin layers of fakery
Who's running this bakery?
Everything has come
A long way in the baking,
Is it melting or burning?
Don't know
Until you slice,
Take a bite
It'll be alright...
APAD16 - 002 © okpoet
Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 1:02 AM UTC
Never a surer grasp
With her it's all flow,
No pistol whippin'
Just steering wheel grippin'
Flying high
Looking at the world below,
Even if the end is nigh
Always say hello
Loosen the clasp
On time,
Though my path
Is straight and true
I'd deviate
From discourse
Just for you,
No reason or rhyme
Or logical math,
Where we gravitate
There's no need for roads
Just bring your own source
Of happiness to the plate,
At the door leave the hate
Come on in the ambiance is fine
Don't mind the hearts on the clothes line...
APAD16 - 001 © okpoet
Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 4:22 PM UTC