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228 · Jan 2019
High Coup #26
Rowan S Jan 2019
Contortionist thoughts
Lurk, deep in the recesses
Twisting "good" to "bad"
220 · Jan 2019
High Coup #20
Rowan S Jan 2019
The necessity
Of filthy lucre: money
Oils the world's hinges
212 · Jan 2019
High Coup #28
Rowan S Jan 2019
All I can do now,
Is a minor distraction.
My brain is too loud
And it is especially loud today.
210 · Jan 2019
High Coup #5
Rowan S Jan 2019
I want to change me
Too bad I'm a piece of sh*t
My brain tells me this
*using asterisks because apparently the "normal settings" won't allow profanity in your feed unless you change it in your settings*
209 · Jan 2019
High Coup #2
Rowan S Jan 2019
Little by little
I will reclaim all the songs
That bring you to mind
Musical re-association is hard.
208 · Jan 2019
High Coup #7
Rowan S Jan 2019
My fast racing mind
Unbridled zeal for the past
To fix far gone acts
206 · Jan 2019
In My Wake
Rowan S Jan 2019
I've always thought
        myself a ship
With all others
        caught in my wake
My life, a black hole
        a gaping vortex
There is no hope of escape
        
And I the captain
        drunk at the wheel
There might as well
        be icebergs
I hope to god
        this journey ends
I'm tired of the wreckage
203 · Jan 2019
High Coup #8
Rowan S Jan 2019
I'll take all the looks
The cold, penetrating stares
I guess you're angry
200 · Jan 2019
a poem about lust
Rowan S Jan 2019
Electricity
My flesh hums in anticipation
I'm completely
Losing
My mind
Literally shaking
My intelligence goes
Out the window
Very
Very
Quickly
Until all that remains
Is the desire
    for
        your skin
            on
                mine.
197 · Jan 2019
High Coup #25
Rowan S Jan 2019
Someone I know said:
"Our phones are just a small world."
I crave the large world
Look up. Be in the moment.
196 · Jan 2019
High Coup #6
Rowan S Jan 2019
Taking my deep breaths
Inhale, exhale, in a square
Pulse slows, patience comes
Square breathing works wonders for me. Better than only taking deep breaths because it gives me a focus to put on my breathing patterns.
193 · Jan 2019
(duct tape)
Rowan S Jan 2019
Time
Can't Stop
My Racing Thoughts
About Your Curved Lines
Our Tragic End
My Brain
Clings
So
I'll Rip
Those Sultry Memories
Off My Aching Mind
In The Pursuit
Of My
Peace
193 · Jan 2019
High Coup #17
Rowan S Jan 2019
Sterilized flesh burns
While colored ichor drips, drops
Buzzing needles hum
I need some tattoo work done ASAP
191 · Jan 2019
Mudslide
Rowan S Jan 2019
My mind is like mud
   slow, sliding down
      a
         H
               I
                     L
                           L

I feel like
      my brain
and all the
      canyons
are being filled
      with

   memories
I
don't
want
189 · Jan 2019
Bad Gratitude
Rowan S Jan 2019
Ungrateful
Garbled and gassed up gall
Finding flaws for free
I need
To find
Strength
In
The little things
Generally, if I am a more grateful person, mentally I am at peace. When I start finding things to be upset over I typically have little to no gratitude for the good things in my life.
189 · Jan 2019
Its own drummer
Rowan S Jan 2019
With time on my wrist
It now creeps
Crawls, not cruises

Slow moving sap of
Eternity marching onward
Forward little ants, forward

Such small life
What can I
Possibly
Change?
184 · Jan 2019
Some Are More
Rowan S Jan 2019
Some are more wild
The will to fight life and its control
Some are more beautiful
To others' eyes
To others' desires
Some are more wounded
Carrying past penetrating pain
Pulling powerfully, preventing prayer
Some are more watchful
Gazing so intensely
Their own life is rooted on patches of blind earth
Some are more
Than life
Than love
Some are more
Some are more...
181 · Jan 2019
Early Morning Habits
Rowan S Jan 2019
Grit down deep, the final dregs
Looks like I've lost sleep again
Burning fumes, and barking dogs
With hopeless reminiscing

Home is where my pillow is
And not where I can find a friend
So why spend time still wondering
If luck had never left me
180 · Jan 2019
High Coup #22
Rowan S Jan 2019
Break. Break cruel sea waves
'Cross my brow and back: ceaseless
I hold hope for air
178 · Feb 2019
(tune)
Rowan S Feb 2019
Re-listening to this music
To find some hidden melody
And rip meaning from its depths
172 · Jan 2019
A Codependant Coat
Rowan S Jan 2019
Swinging from this place, I never thought I'd leave
I craved the welcome comfort, that sense of purpose
There was no end in sight, who else did you have?
But one day, I saw you look at me. With no need.
You had no want, for me to keep you warm
With all my patches and holes, I couldn't help anyone
But I didn't see that. How could I?
So now I hang here, silent
And no one needs me now
A codependant coat
171 · Jan 2019
High Coup #12
Rowan S Jan 2019
Get out of the way
Self judgement coming through here
Creation blocker
171 · Jan 2019
S l o w
Rowan S Jan 2019
Take life
              s l o w

Move like thickened molasses
I slip step by step
'cross the thinned ice
Testing for the cracks
Gaping holes that lead
To my icy end
This slouching snail'd pace
Comes from past life
My bones still chilled
From former submersion

Take life
              s l o w
168 · Jan 2019
High Coup #14
Rowan S Jan 2019
I need to recall
What it felt like to look up
And always see hope
167 · Jan 2019
High Coup #9
Rowan S Jan 2019
Being open blows
Blah blah, talking, feelings, blah
Verbal vom session
On the topic of therapy.
158 · Jan 2019
Out of steam
Rowan S Jan 2019
My feelings leak
Through this hand, through this pen
My feelings crave
For reprieve, for an end
To echoed voices
And venomous critics

But maybe
Not
Today
This is all I've got for today. And I've been trying to twist this one around for a while now.
156 · Jan 2019
High Coup #18
Rowan S Jan 2019
Don't know what to think
Just need to let my acts speak
But I'm conflicted
Not my best work, but I'm trying to crank out one more poem for today and I'm experiencing some major writer's block
151 · Jan 2019
Perspective
Rowan S Jan 2019
Much like the stars
My light from the past
Is only now reaching me
I'm at peace with my past.
150 · Jan 2019
High Coup #3
Rowan S Jan 2019
Should I stay or go?
What I want and need aren't clear
Someone help me please
Indecision, at times, has been the bane of my existence. On matters small and large.
150 · Jan 2019
High Coup #10
Rowan S Jan 2019
I'm an idiot
Open my mouth, remove doubt
God f*cking **** it
My foot should really start paying rent to my mouth.
149 · Jan 2019
Old Whispers
Rowan S Jan 2019
She twists my name
In a welcome greeting
The lilt, a pleasant change
To an oft' heard word
And when my thoughts
Boil and steam my being
That crooked name
She calls out
And reels me back to sanity
139 · Jan 2019
Mantra
Rowan S Jan 2019
Grip the wheel
         Hold Fast
Waves will crash
         Hold Fast
Take your time
         Hold Fast
This too, shall pass
         Hold Fast
139 · Jan 2019
The Beach
Rowan S Jan 2019
The azure horizon
Stretching, grasping at infinity
Sings some song of promise
A welcome melody to the
Ancient aches
And creaking
Of my soul
With damp grit to guide me
And
The waves' whispers of hope
133 · Jan 2019
(wine)
Rowan S Jan 2019
The sweet wine
Passed
Your lips to mine
Breathe
You into me
The wild fire
Called
Our passion
Salted skin
Quickened pulse
Heavy breath
Curved flesh
With
Two
Heart
Beats
129 · Jan 2019
Sweet
Rowan S Jan 2019
I interpret your every move
Twitch your eyes and
Speak volumes
Smile and tilt your head back
Laugh with a honeyed tongue
A tongue to taste
A tongue to bite
120 · Jan 2019
(wrinkled)
Rowan S Jan 2019
I dream
Of you and your failed attempts to reach me
And I relish
At the thought that in my righteous anger

I
could make
you love me
again.

I awake
Saddened by the reality of a world absent you
And dreams slipping swift through my fingers
As sand

For one day
When I have more creases from too many smiles and frowns
I’ll think of you
And I’ll weep
Because I’ll remember how much this version of myself

Craved
and ached
for your touch.

But for now

To sleep

and

To memories.
115 · Jan 2019
numb
Rowan S Jan 2019
If there is a thin line
Between love and hate
There must be a thick one as well
And on that uncaring hill
I built my tower for you
113 · Jan 2019
Anger Observed
Rowan S Jan 2019
You scribble, frantic
Your pen, a fragment of the ship
Torn from the wreck
Floating for survival
Clinging to escape the
Angry Seas
Burning Cold
Stinging Salt
Your hand furiously slides
'Cross the page, venting your
Pain
and
Rage
Squeeze those eyes shut
And pray to the gods
For land
For a reprieve
86 · Jan 2019
Music Knows
Rowan S Jan 2019
Music knows me.
Knows my struggles and victories
My passions and prospects, promising
Music knows me
Understands the lies I hide in a cyclical shell game
As I try to hustle life
My attempted con on the universe
Because fear is perpetual these days
And I must escape life's lidless gaze
Penetrative exposure of deception
Because life is played out in music
I can fake a tune
Can fake an answer to,
"How are you doing today?"
But music knows me
Knows I have nothing

                 -i'm fine

— The End —