#youre
I'm inundated,
Bifurcated,
No! Truncated....
Or merely fated.
To be graded,
Indicated,
Validated.
My thoughts so dated,
Imitated,
As over rated,
By those whose lives
Are somehow cratered,
By my insistence ,
Now somehow hated,
Ridiculed!
Laughed at!
Paraded
As nonsense.
In timely times I may have stated,
Words not really syncopated ,
With worldly spawn
I've so misstated,
I'm curious,
Bout whom it is you might have dated.....
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 5:38 PM UTC
I wake in the morning,
I think of you
I'm out with friends,
I think of you.
I'm here with family,
I think of you.
I listen to music,
I think of you.
I look at the moon,
I think of you.
I'm watching a movie,
I think of you.
In the moments of quiet,
I think of you.
I go to bed,
I think of you.
Nov 1, 2025
Nov 1, 2025 at 5:59 PM UTC
one of a few, mutterances;
*you're "killing me!"
every poem of yours delights, enchants,
you are blossoming
and i ear and eat your poem petals,
your white rose petals,
so tritely perfect,
to the hard word floor,
freshly enlivening,
freshly dying,
and hope
my, my mind stays quiet.
though my
breathing pounds,
an overboard sailor,
washed ashore
by the surf in a
Baltic Sea storm*
i read you,
and I am there,
i read you,
and then i'm gone,
taken,
i'm taken,
i'm taken away
but my body yet lies,
a fallen victim to the power,
your word~ly empowering,
to imagine
Sep 24, 2025
Sep 24, 2025 at 5:48 AM UTC
You're my happiness,
You just don't know it yet, honey.
I'm your life-force,
You just don't know it yet, honey.
You're my happiness,
You just don't know it yet, honey.
You live close to my heart,
You stay with me on my mind,
If you are not here, oh beauty,
What's my biography?
If you are not here, oh beauty,
What's my biography?
You're synced with me,
You just don't know it yet, honey.
You're synced with me,
You just don't know it yet, honey.
You're my happiness,
You just don't know it yet, honey.
I'm your life-force,
You don't know it yet, honey.
Jul 23, 2022
Jul 23, 2022 at 2:49 AM UTC
Keys speak letters but not words
And sentences don’t make paragraphs but full stops end.
Stanzas stall and commas halt, but
Sometimes there’s just nothing to say.
But sometimes nothing blurts everything
And everything sometimes says nothing at all
Because that ampersand always sits there
But never leads to a paragraph
Or a verse
Or anything
Because every time. There’s just nothing to say.
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 9:39 AM UTC
Today is July 4, 2020. There is not much to celebrate. **** Trump leaves us in a Polynicean gloom. Fireworks remind me of wars. I would rather, and therefore will, listen to Rachmaninov's PIANO CONCERTO NO. 2 tonight.
I will celebrate beauty rather than killing. And I will give thought to Antigone as well, for she willingly gave her life for doing what was right. I shall listen to Yuja **** arpeggiate notes. I will again become fixated both by her light-
ning dexterity and the glorious sounds to which she gives birth. Humankind has this dual potential: it can either **** or care. So why, I ask myself, does it always choose the former? On this national holiday especially, why do we now not celebrate Thomas Paine and Walt Whitman and Harriet Tubman and Eugene Debs and Martin Luther King Jr.? We do we not collectively ask forgiveness for all the covert, sinister, malevolent interventions into the affairs of other nations, resulting in unjust overthrows and war crimes aplenty? Fireworks? July 4th? We did defeat the evil of ****** and his unspeakable genocide. Let us be sure to give unending thanks to all those who lost their lives in this moral victory. But Viet Nam? The lives of 58,000 American soldiers lost for the lies of our leaders? And Kissinger and McNamara and the Bushes and Cheney and so many others in our government never held accountable for their war crimes? And yet tonight we have fireworks instead of Nuremberg-like trials. Antigone knew she would die if she buried her brother, Polynices, and yet she went ahead and buried him and died for doing it. And the 4,000,000 blacks who were slaves in 1861 and the 500 indigenous nations that covered for centuries from sea to shining sea what we now call America--did they have anything to celebrate on this day, on this date? Fireworks, that's all.
Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
Jul 4, 2020
Jul 4, 2020 at 10:10 PM UTC
I don’t think you realize just how much you mean to me, and my biggest fear is that you never will.
Dec 29, 2019
Dec 29, 2019 at 12:02 AM UTC
The reddish tinge in your eyes
Betrays your mouth
Overflowing with words
Like bitter sweet champagne
I now your name
Now
That I'm awake
Woken from a dream
Where you were perfect
And I was weak
Oct 21, 2019
Oct 21, 2019 at 4:12 PM UTC
In mind a young mans fortune told
His sky colored and emboldened by light
Though the story is winding like a forest old
Falling into complexity at every summers end
It's in discovery And time
Which you are found
Lest I find
That I loved not you but this image of mine
Oct 3, 2019
Oct 3, 2019 at 7:50 PM UTC
Sleepless as I am
The nights keep me awake
Like magnets
Aug 17, 2019
Aug 17, 2019 at 7:09 PM UTC
You're not alone ...
you're not in a good mood ..
stuck in memory of those days ...
desiring and craving to those days ......
feel as you got lost ...
no baby ...
here I am, baby ...
i'm here for you again ...
to bring back those days ..
Yeah ..
let's get back the days of love ..
and live the most beautiful lust ..
yes darling ..
I am with you ...
and you're not alone ...
come baby ...
let us together ...
get back ...
those days ..
days of love ...
and feeling''s lust ...
we deserve to do ...
to live our love ...
with no fear ...
sweetheart ...
you're not alone ...
i'm always here ...
here only for you ...
come baby back ...
it's our love ...
let's save this love ...
let's feel together now ...
our Feeling's lust ...
as we did before ...
good morning ...
hazem al ..
Aug 13, 2019
Aug 13, 2019 at 1:57 AM UTC
Please write back
I can't save you
Until Wednesday
But please write
I still have dreams
About seeing you
Sometimes
And it breaks me
I saw you last night
At a Panic! concert
You were hurting
Even there
My mind is reaching out
But I don't think
I can reach you
This time
It's been thirteen days
And I swear
I'll never stop thinking
About your purple hair
And your bands tees
All the reasons
I gave you my number
To begin with
I want to sing to you
With my awful voice
To make you laugh
To draw on your hand
Is all I need
You're beautiful
And funny
And I'm nothing
If not a cliche
I guess that's okay
As long as you are
Still with me somewhere
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 11:55 PM UTC
Nothing is really
All that strange
If you think
Too much or
For long enough
If there really is
A great big man
Who lives in
The clouds and
Watches our
Every move
Then why
Is it such a big deal
When people love
Each other
In a way they're
"Not supposed to"
If an immortal
Presence graces
Our every moment
Then why do we
Care if someone
Cuts their hair
When there are
Wars and natural
Disasters why do
We prioritize
Someone's abortion
In the news
Besides, who is
This "God" guy
Why the hell
Should we trust him
He "created" us
But we don't owe
"Him" anything
Aug 3, 2019
Aug 3, 2019 at 8:02 PM UTC
When you're tall
You unfold like sunlight
Stretch like silicone
And unwind like the outstretched cobbled road
When you're tall
(and you apply yourself)
You become something else
You don't just gain a strength masked dangerous, no
When you're tall
And you have conscious opportunity
You grow
Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 11:41 AM UTC
Don't you dare
Think that the miles
Matter much
You're my
Cataclysmic
Landslide
And I'll
Never stop
Thinking of you
Your face
Will always
Be in dreams
And there's no time
That when I close
My eyes
You won't be
On my mind
Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 12:00 PM UTC
"I never thought I would ever escape
At times, I wanted to die
Feared that it all was just a little too late
For then, I wouldn't survive
I let you in and let go of the hate
My heart recovered now, I
Owe you a debt that I can never repay
I still believe 'cause you're mine"
Jun 1, 2019
Jun 1, 2019 at 6:27 PM UTC
I could reach out to touch you
I could lie down to feel you
But you wouldn't be there
Cause you're an illusion
That keeps me from being delusional
The brighter you shine
The faster you die
Maybe, all you're is just a lie.
.
.
.
Mehek
May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 5:57 AM UTC