#yeah
I bring her coffee, plus a custom made admixture of
kashi-go-lean and fruited loops,
and an almond biscotti with fresh berries,
to wake her up, @9:30AM,
since s-h-e, bad girl, been watching
some Jane Austen stuff (duh) till the AM of Three,
will dare to try to get away with sleeping
the holy moly entire Sunday -a!way;
quite a lot to carry, and sadly cursed with but two hands,*
so various prints from nose, and toes, fingered tips and and upon
an occasional, full on five on five, a free single hand print
on a mirrored bedroom door
behind which she hides
now when the light hits said door,
every smudge is crystalline clear,
and my OCDC insists I tsk tsk take
my sleeve to rub them out of existence
she loves this cleansing idiotick-oh-synchrow-nieceity o’ mine,
and smile lovingly while observing my back acleaning…
what an idiot, she thinks,
she forgets,
I see her every move,
because I am before a rear facing mirror
revealing her
espying me with loving for a man who cares enough
to rid the world of smudges, curmudgeons and peeps
who write poems way too excessively
so clean up this
poetry smudge in aisle five,
and we can both get a laugh n’ a giggle,
on her foible-a-bility
Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 10:43 AM UTC
the phrase buried in some political claptrap that clogs the thoughts,
but I hear a metaphor mystical challenge,
always have a destination
prepped, ready, handy,
with a willingness
to adjust
because potential is a loaded shotgun blast,
needing
constant upward outward bound trajectory revision;
the sin of underestimating said distant edged galaxy,
Requires
you need a reminder that light (years)
move fast because the distances they (you)
must be prepared to travel
are limited by only
infinity
sabbath morn musing Sat Jan 2&4&26
so hit the road jack,
pack your things,
travel light,
take only what you want, need,
and don’t comeback retracing
your dust that is fruit of the spent consciousness,
that’s for others to enjoy, keep on keeping on,
always extend your everything to teach, reach
the light of your potential destination….
Jan 24
Jan 24, 2026 at 8:47 AM UTC
white turns to red
blood covers me.
Thick Hot and Persistent
i'm drowning within
consumed by my own sins
the pool grows,
and with it my disdain is too
I can't cope,
i cant escape
It's within me.
Sep 29, 2025
Sep 29, 2025 at 9:21 AM UTC
The blade glides my skin
like paper,
like sheets at school
My old self is covered with,
permanent unbearable scars-
my youth is now ruined
when i look back i realise,
i've ruined her
the happy little girl i once was
i've damaged her
shes never going to forgive me
i'm never going to forgive myself.
Sep 24, 2025
Sep 24, 2025 at 5:34 PM UTC
I wish for tolerance for
The small that don't have a
Choice than to live. A tolerance
That should come from myself
How dare I to wish for
The death of a little
Being, that flies onto my
hand and makes me squirm
Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 4:31 PM UTC
its not like i didnt try
i killed myself everytime, suicide
still alone with i, pedal pedal my bike
i continue the cycle, self sacrifice
its not like i didnt try
i signal the change
i witness the seasons
the transition of the leaves
the disappearance of oasis
i signal the change
i witness the reasons
the outline of your treason
the disappearance of peace
i know too much
Yeah
Oct 16, 2024
Oct 16, 2024 at 12:17 PM UTC
The caterpillar walks alongside groovy stems; so what do you mean?
the banjo plays on to rusty hymns; what is that supposed to mean? the plainsong of those birds of a feather upends: excuse me, come again please?
but nobody, no one; ever… told you you had
to comprehend. Oh fam, you’re soo mean!
So you can take your suit just in case,
and I can take in the
rain and coat my little dream. What, why? You don’t mind. and I don’t mind metaphors
to explain lyrics across… the bard. You’re speaking in riddles, Man! So what is Poetry
to me, if I can’t take
it’s license and play with my words, words you would discard, I call deuces wild, yeah my friend. Nah, it’s not like that at all child. Yes it is. No it’s not. Yes it is. No it’s not! And that’s the way I feel y’all. I just think a thought and jot.
Jot it all down. Jot it all down. Jot alllllll DoWn… when I think a thought.
Jul 5, 2023
Jul 5, 2023 at 7:49 PM UTC
there’s a rush of something to my mind that drags it’s calming palms down the back of my brain.
now i can hear the rushing of blood in and out of my aorta warming up on my cardiovascular walls.
this is what summer suns leaving final kisses to foreheads before a cool moonlight makes way.
something kind of like end of autumn when leaves transition to dust and dusk feels like the first brushes of winter winds.
i am dragging cool, calm, collected, metal across
hot, heavy, hesitant flesh and i feel
nothing until blood starts pumping and then i feel
this unabashed bliss and this unbearable shame.
it’s akin to knowing without having the knowledge the way i crave a humiliating high.
Nov 2, 2021
Nov 2, 2021 at 3:45 PM UTC
i thought we'd ******
in shared breath, hot and sweet
peach lips parted
not in passing one another
silent
avoiding eye contact
Oct 8, 2021
Oct 8, 2021 at 11:44 AM UTC
my fingers ache with a desire to create
explore the colors of my mind
i beg for it to come freely
but i always end up searching
carving away at the layers
like a caver, trying to see what beauty
could be hidden underneath
the worthlessness and despair
for once i realize i could be something
i no longer am nothing
and i spill from my mouth,
my eyes bloom,
i see what could be and
it feels close enough to touch
all i must do
is reach a little further
i have never felt as warm
as when i am writing
and i have never felt as cold
as when i am done
i pour my heart out into
these virtual pages
and it's nice to see
what i have created
but god, do i feel empty after
Sep 24, 2021
Sep 24, 2021 at 1:06 PM UTC
Yeah yeah I see it now
Your cold embrace
And sweat on the brow
Sure sure it might have been
The sleepless night
Full of wicked sin
Blah blah was your last line
Into a wasteland
And here’s my sign
May 21, 2021
May 21, 2021 at 6:34 PM UTC
I cant go to sleep
I swear I want to, swear I try, swear I did all the steps right
But you know what
There is only one body in this bed
And it's mine,
And it misses you
And it wishes it did not have to.
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 2:33 PM UTC
I am done,
Trying to keep people in my life is exhausting
Whether they try to stay or don’t
Can’t handle myself, let alone someone else
No I don’t hate you or talk of you
No more sad thoughts about you
Stop thinking about me it’s not worth it
Was I ever here, you won’t know
But it’s better that I just ****** let you go
Dec 18, 2020
Dec 18, 2020 at 11:02 PM UTC
Clays are Jumping Up & Down
in Every Corner of Colosseum
Your *** Is Dead, Violence All You See
Your *** Is Dead, Violence All You See
They Drink Flood of Tears of Saints
Certainly, Nature is Church Of Satan
Slave Run Faster!
Slave Run Faster!
Slave Run Faster!
Come & See A Brand New Car Carsh
Full Of Blood make your Brain Dance
Fresh Flesh of once Loved Trash
Window was Open & take the chance
Your *** Is Dead, Violence All You See
Your *** Is Dead, Violence All You See
Bones they Love the most
They want to **** my host
Now There cities are Destroyed
And They all are turned into ghosts
Faith we lead you to promised Land
Faith we lead you to promised Land
Faith we lead you to promised Land
Faith we lead you to promised Land
Faith we lead you to promised Land
Faith we lead you to promised Land
Faith we lead you to promised Land
Faith we lead you to promised Land
Faith we lead you to promised Land
Faith we lead you to promised Land
Faith we lead you to promised Land
Faith we lead you to promised Land
Dec 8, 2020
Dec 8, 2020 at 11:05 AM UTC
If you can’t find a familiar voice,
For gods sake, don’t argue.
Just give up and take an easy route.
Without a belt or needle,
Just a cable and a screen.
You’ll be able to shoot up on dopamine.
So easy to always seem right.
**** it, you don’t have to be bright!
The ease we have to escape strife,
Makes me want to steam clean my brain.
Bathe in disinfectant.
Let hand sanitizer be my imbibe.
Better yet bleach.
You can say anything.
Racist, sexist, misogynistic, homophobic, misandrist, dull, shallow, backstabbing, hateful, and malicious.
Go on the internet,
And find a Fuckyeah.com for it.
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 6:59 PM UTC
Never bein who I wanna.
See thru.
neck kiss.
car hood.
lost a thing.
Don't belong.
don't believe.
all wrong.
have to leave.
don't.
.
Stay.
Garrett Johnson.
Jan 9, 2020
Jan 9, 2020 at 11:27 PM UTC
The rain came down in heavy sheets. He pulled his soaked hood tighter to protect himself and kept walking.
Where the hell was she?
Would he find her in time?
Or was it already too late?
He wanted nothing but to find her in that moment before she did something dumb and regret filled.
Lightning struck.
There sitting on the bridge railing he saw a dark shape he knew was her.
He rushed towards her calling her name.
She looked back and hurriedly went to stand.
He grabbed her before she could jump, pulling her into his chest.
He could not tell for the rain if she had been crying.
But when opened her mouth to let out the most gut wrenching sob he'd ever heard, he knew that her face was damp with salty tears.
Wrapped in his arms she finally looked at him with nothing but pleading in her eyes. He solemnly looked at her and nodded, promising to keep her safe.
He pulled her closer to his chest.
He knew that she wouldn't be his forever, but he would protect her while she was
Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 1:13 AM UTC
Write about the Sky
how it shines
Write about the Ocean
and all its tides
Write about Pain
Write about Belief
Write about Love
And how It's Received
Write about Friends
Write about Trends
Write about Healing
Write about the Feeling
Write about the Cosmo
Write about Speed
Write about Trees
Write about Greed
Write about Memory and how it serves
Write about Honor and what it deserves
Write it once
Write it again
Save the draft &
label The End
Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 5:27 PM UTC
enough with flippant poetry
just give me something heavy (yeah!)
you know as well as i do:
that's what depression's for!
(chorus?, then repeat)
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 3:56 PM UTC
Amongst the leaves I am a conductor
I have guided their hue and told them their future
they have agreed
I am a wanderer, I am Bede and lost amidst the cockles
I have bled and tasted the Salton Seas
I will give my entire wealth of the universe which is replenished
I will show the world the gift of my unknown
It is soft chocolate that has melted in the heat
It is a love that is unrequited and dies inevitably
I am a philosopher and upon my hill I view some lady in the garden
She is beautiful but of the state and in that way I cannot be
I am a trader of knowledge and wealth is the secret I guard enviously
She will never have this treatise
I will grow old and wither on the steps of the acropolis
I will become food for the olivine complexion of her skin
I will be the very foundations of her visions
I will touch the corneal fragments of her children
I am a faker and a figment of imagination
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 4:21 PM UTC
Dear friends its been a while!
I can't believe
It took so long to reconcile.
So often it feels like
I'm only giving off a profile.
so I must say
I’ve missed your smile.
I've been thinking lately
(And you know how
My thoughts can be deadly)
That maybe I
Am lost again already.
I’ll swallow my pride this time
And ask for help before I go crazy.
I can't feel my emotions.
Every other obstacle feels like
a toss into the deepest of oceans.
And no matter what I do
Its like I’m only going through the motions.
It's so hard to be around people
Without feeling like my mind and body are prisons
Help me, please
I don't want to be alone anymore but
this is the only place I feel at ease.
I feel sicker than before now,
How can I cure my self of this disease?
All my efforts drain me.
Why would my heart have a lock without keys?
I am so sorry
I'm working through some
of this explosive self-fury.
I hope you can forgive me
and save yourself some worry
because I know to ask now and besides:
it's not as bad as it could be.
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 9:45 PM UTC