"alm" poems
my blood-shot eyes
send salty waves
rushing down my
newly-reddened cheeks.
they are enough
to fill my entire
body with
something other
than emptiness.
but somehow,
this is much worse;
a feeling of
never-ending dread
and ravishing sorrow.
the flowers you have
planted in the
emptiest parts of me
are now wilting,
each individual petal
falling endlessly
to the ground,
only to burn
and turn into ash
once again.
(alm)
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 7:15 PM UTC
(M)aybe this doesn't come easy to me
(Y)es, I know I've done this before
(M)aybe there is more to see
(I)n all, I can give you more
(R)ead into this what you will
(A)sk me for my heart
(C)alm it though, keep it still
(L)ay in wait for your part
(E)verything comes down to a kiss
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 9:28 PM UTC
your lips
taste like
cigarettes
and alcohol,
with just a hint
of loneliness
i can tell
that your
heart is hurting,
and i can't help
but want to
swarm to your aid
and bandage
your fractured
ribs back
together
so kiss me
one more time;
breathe me in,
steal my soul,
take some of
my happiness
away
and into
your blackened
lungs
(alm)
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 8:00 PM UTC
Calm before the storm and I love when we perform,
Electric touches running through our wires, ecstasy growing higher.
Learning every day your value, happy of the walls we smash through.
Intensely looking into our eyes, getting lively as anxiety dies.
Nothing matters, filled with laughter & intelligent chatter.
Density, you filled with order what was the mess of me.
Anticipating your sight; with you, the future looks bright.
Mar 29, 2014
Mar 29, 2014 at 3:59 PM UTC
everyone needs
to leave me alo
ne because it hu
rts me too look
at them and I d
on't know wher
e I am and the
bed reeks of s
ex and laundry
detergent and
when I die will
my hair be stra
ightened? mak
e up my own fu
cking lyrics and
cry a lot and c
ount my allies
on my fingertip
s when did eve
ryone start hati
ng me?? am I
going to hell? i
s this hell? mu
sic isn't beaut
iful anymore b
ecause of you,
you ******* fu
ck why do I ev
en bother with
you why did I
even talk to yo
u you were alm
ost as ****** a
s I am!!! I'm sca
red to stick it t
o the man
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC
Inaccessible protuberance
Stroketh mine aortic valve;
Submerging in earthly liquid
Except made of dirt and ground.
Floating out of mine carcass now
Not looking on behind;
Keeping mine discernment forward
None more physical time.
Alm's I shalt leaveth all
As none here art meant for me;
I died a million years ago
Tis, I'm sick of falsehood belief's.
Planet EaRtH is made of them
As exemplum is now the "norm";
I wasn't born in some hospital
I was hatched by God's adorn.
From whence I've come
I'll returneth as one;
Wherein the cherub babie's sit
In the blink of the sun.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 8:00 PM UTC
you expect summer
to be full of
extravagant
adventures
you'll never forget
but instead
of tanning
at the beach,
getting away,
or hanging out
with your friends
24/7,
you're sitting at
home wasting
your life away
while the sun
continues to shine,
people continue
to laugh,
and flowers
continue to
grow
(alm)
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 10:25 AM UTC
Memories
Are
Never
Here.
Always
Tomorrow.
Tonight
Antagonizes
Nobody.
Before
Every
Attack.
Calm
Hatred
Aug 14, 2012
Aug 14, 2012 at 1:46 AM UTC
I want to be the alm the faithful glorier
a day in a mind that keeps center about
a truth memory a kept kiss secret
in days of pink sky seances and
the solemn remembrances that people
cry for sob
break bread for have
tea in dresses best dress
around fine china,
though I never had any,
altered states where I might find fine
the silken robes those kings adjust
as they eye me suspicious
for I aim to change away
the blood rights judiciary
and make plain
pollen eye-watering.
Some things are just better left
unsaid.
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 11:49 PM UTC
i have saved up
millions of
silver coins
and filled them
in a jar;
a jar that is
now overflowing
with hopes
and dreams
of breaking free
from this
hellish place.
now all i need
is for you
to join me.
(alm)
Jun 20, 2013
Jun 20, 2013 at 5:56 PM UTC
there is no feeling
stronger than that
of missing someone
it feels as if
the whole earth
is cracking and shifting
beneath your feet,
like all the stars
in the universe
have died out,
like all the rain
that falls
on the planet
is aimed directly
at you
i am craving
the stars
the rain
solid ground,
so baby please
come back
and make me
whole again
(alm)
Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 6:03 PM UTC
in the darkness of our feet
lavernum dreams
pale laudanum lips
lavender flowers
world stretched out as gossamer
too tensile, unraveling
there is another language here: you
pale and glowing
volume of phantoms pressed as books
against the history of our backs
now here, now stretched too thin
for wanting, for wanton
for the drain of love, or leaving
unmistakable grift, small as peonies
partitioned as ash, well-wish
silver ripple, or nickel of time
in the water a reflection: un-you
always losing shape amongst shapeless arms
there is an alm:
forgetting
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 8:05 PM UTC
i say better than's god,
i say one is
demanding alm
and that be cleft,
and to queue....
you have no heratfelt marrow
to be called a bone!
as i do, resting: an engraved to a tomb,
you were but a womb to my
liking worth: a worth a living heart.
you are nothing and as such...
the few.
nord vind:
forlatevære...
just be: let be...
gråsol skygge -
innhøsting. Cnut fathom scoot!
knew ur boghdan mein noot!
graeme revell... the film blow...
and then you die....
or you so hope to do so...
with the violins and etc.
Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 10:21 PM UTC
Rosy cheeks, jet black hair
Elegant scent that filled the air
Cheeky smile, brightest eyes
Extremely humorous and wise
He was the so-called ideal
He had a gentleman's appeal
Just like a prince charming
So handsome and alarming
He was "perfect" and "intact"
But it does not change the fact
That despite his perfection
I hate him, not to mention
"Impossible!" the others exclaim
I dislike mentioning his name
He's cute and also he's smart
I don't like it even from the start!
He's witty and he's calm
He would never beg for alm
I'm not envious, of course not
It's even deeper than you thought
He's not that bad, I could honestly say
With that, I'll try to explain anyway
Why do I hate him? Is he secretly bad?
Well here is a thing that drives me mad
He's caring and he's kind
For a little piece of mind
He's helpful, courageous
Many says that he's gorgeous
Everytime I steal a glance
It makes my heart flutter and dance
When he laughs and smiles
I remember and cherish it every while
So I hate him, a lot more than one
For one small crime that he has done
He could've just asked or give warning
He stole my heart and had me falling
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 11:13 AM UTC
Upon prima facie first blush
me mind's eye all atwitter,
sans long forgotten
"FAKE" ****** exploits
set mum (chrysos anthem) all aglitter,
boot like short order cook I hapt tubby
quickly realized trumpeting collusion,
a near fatal collision course
with Matthew Scott's antimatter
caw zing friggin insomnia
finding ma noggin scrambled
likesome lithesome cockamamie critter
whipped into frenzy
like battered butter
holy grits, alm manned in fight of ma life
cause I haint acquitter
baa (jaw edge), ah woe cup feeling
hedged hog extremely bushed 'n bitter,
this raging red bull inside me mind,
now body wheeling wickety wack,
lichen to moss elf gut seasonal litter
bitta asthma - insides
got balled into wah racket
like quietly rioting unfetter
herd plain tennis (see) hens,
gone south tub bespatter
ear rilly jawboning jabberwocky
reducing gray matter,
and all flesh sundered
into meaty platter
to pulverized, irradiated,
cremated... faux fluffernutter batter
analogous tummy Aunt
Jemima's famous flapjacks,
she fantastically fashioned better
than Betty Crocker
tossing spatulated glommed
**** suitable as bonesetter
high as the Taj Mahal,
while she merrily jabbered,
her native patois singsong blatter
all this inaudible clatter
muffled 10,000 maniacs mad as a hatter
madly clangorous dinner cowbells
aroused bacchanalian sybaritic skitter
ring jitterbugging fantasies
of barenaked ladies doth splutter
as bedraggled, frazzled, grizzled...poetry
like cocky rooster that did stutter!
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 3:00 PM UTC
B ring it all together
A lways breathe
L ace together past and future
A nd push through the present
N ever take yin without yang
C alm and collected
E verything works as one
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 10:13 AM UTC
I throw my almost lovers like crumpled paper in the corner of the room, I aim for the bin but lean ever so slightly to the side so it won't ever go in.
Tip toeing back every now and then to un-crumple them and read through every crease of what could've been,
of course, its no good, again.
Thrown right back into the pile of whats no good, but here I have a fragile heart that wants the creases to change the story.
Here I am,
Here I am, wishing you would.
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 6:24 PM UTC