"amounted" poems
word of your alleged affiliations reached me weeks after it was all said and done; she was now queen of your world and I became a mild sore in your side like I feared I would
I don't know why I'm surprised. I never amounted to much anyway. I often let my feet burn in the running bath water just to feel something besides a building wall of anxiety in my chest.
I often dreamt about you. also about her - that walking prayer with a Devil's torch. I could've handled my tears if it weren't for the coffee shop you two were admiring in my dreams. do you remember my favorite place?
a nightmare is a dream until it becomes your reality. sometimes when I wake in a cold sweat complete with tremors, the breeze still smells of expresso and pastry
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 9:58 PM UTC
HEAR YE HEAR YE:
It's a wedding bell for bedding well cause' we're crushin' the illusion of Russian collusion! CNN wets on Russian bedding but Trump bets on Russian wedding, and you're invited to the bridal shower. Punking the monkery, dig the debunkery; from Rasputin to Putin it's time for some straight shootin'. Hillary looks old and glowers at Donald's rumored golden showers. Our media owes US an explanation for streams of steaming urination, but we are willing to forgive and use their wet diapers as debt wipers. My poem's appeal may take a toll, but let its little peal now roll:
****** ****** rings the bell
A Fake News warning; time to spell
out what was wet with Moscow girls.
Putin's putas ? Wisdom's pearls
were pried from Truth's reluctant shell,
banishing Hillary straight to hell.
None. It's what we want left over
from this hag. We now discover
beds were dry; it all amounted
(all those golden tricks recounted)
to less than a tepid bowl of kasha. . .
Russia laughed from her summer dacha.
InfoWars was on it first
while Dems spun lies from false to worst,
awarding cash for faked dossiers
embellished with the CIA's
well-trained performing circus-seal.
The FBI endorsed the deal
as RINOS horned in on the action:
Washingtonian distraction;
a democrat-concocted fuss—
. . . but we ALL paid Hillary to **** on us.
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 4:47 PM UTC
The last time we had *** it caused something of a
deforestation, I realized that I love men so much that I could not
possibly do their work for them. Double the amount of
calluses on my fingers and toes than there should have been:
two for every inch of hair cascading my back
when fifty-year olds would grab me and make an ocean of trees.
I cannot count how many times we have left someone
ourselves or others for ourselves, there is no difference because I
feel goodbyes in the same way that I do when I think about
missing my subway train or having hot tea
burn my esophagus on the way down. We leave people as often
as I fall in love with my thirty-six inches of hair cascading.
Moments that did not matter, forgetting I was the one who
could have a second heartbeat in my belly
even stronger than the pulse felt in any man’s ****
I do not want to remember you as the man who broke my heart
not long after breaking my ***** so I emptied everything
for you and pretended it was only the phone bill
I racked up that we had a problem with.
Every call amounted to a page worth of reasons why we did not
break up when maybe we should have, there were fifty
year olds making my hair cascade like rain down my back.
A precious later reminded me that I am a woman
and so I do not have to be empty:
as full as a god, there could be two lives inside of me from you.
Jun 15, 2013
Jun 15, 2013 at 1:36 AM UTC
Pythagoras taught that reality was
but one among an infinite number
now u've got the quantum multiverse;
& Pythagoras thought of it first, saying
all it amounted to was a line leading to
& through a point, like a thread through
a needle; & so the Universe was
stitched together like a multi-directional
dream catcher; excluding no area
in space & miracles taking place
when the strings
are manipulated according to preset
patterns or improvised designs;
what else did the ancient ancients
do that make ur high-tech gadgets
look like the simple-minded toys
that they in truth are; the ancients
told time by the movement of the
sun & shadows & communicated
w/ unseen higher spirits, conferred
w/ still higher spirits, higher than
those both above & below; spirits
taking the form of sacred prostitutes
& poets, geniuses every one of them
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 12:30 AM UTC
" I ran into a homeless man with a bag filled with
empty soda bottles and cans.
They amounted to fifty-five cents, i
took them out of his hands.
I saw the anger in his eyes, as he began to
shout out his why's.
I quickly told him. "I'm here to help."
The fear went away, as he started to cry.
We talked on the side of the road. A
lost soul from the Viet-Nam war.
I too am a Vet. He now felt very comfortable
with every word i said.
I then opened the door to my car, asked
him to hop in, telling him were not going
very far.
I noticed his fingers, tanned from nicotine stains.
So i drove him to the nearest 7-11 asking what
was his favorite cigarette brands?
Kools was his answer.
We left, and drove to Mc Donald's to buy
lunch.
We filled our stomachs, he lit a cigarette, and
said. "Thank you so, so much."
I asked if there's somewhere i can drop you
off? He replied." No, the outdoors are my home.
i'll be fine, and you Michael. You are one of a kind."
Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 12:31 AM UTC
To kiss someone's lips
Or grab them by the hips
One must enlist
In the power dynamic
Inside every relationship
There are surprises
Of different disguises
I must ignore the lies of
Reachers and settlers
Stalkers and meddlers
Those who are aloof
And those who are goofs
The process never foolproof
When animals hide their hooves
I took that dubious bet
I thought it'd be fun
A game of Russian roulette
With a fully loaded gun
There were unfair rules set
That's how you won
A one hundred percent threat
I'd be hurt a ton
It started effecting my health
When I couldn't be myself
Because my self emulation
Amounted to self immolation
So I sought your consultation
For the vacation
Of placation
But you took advantage
At least from my vantage
I could see your rampage
Straight from the Stone Age
Like a time traveling mage
That summoned a cage
There was a pattern
We kept going around
Like the rings of Saturn
Until I hit the ground
You made me foolishly wait to test me
And then hated when things got messy
Now you claim that you're a blessing
For what you do after **********
You must be jesting
Confidence cresting
Never confessing
Or addressing
The emotional underbelly
You just like to undersell me
Saying that I'm underwhelming
I'm talking to a tundra telling me
That it makes me a better me
Apologizing not part of your plan
You tell me you don't understand
You must think I'm stupid
To treat me so putrid
My patience you've used it
So the dead weight loosened
Once I let go of your noose hand
You come back begging
You incorrectly pegged me
As forgiving not petty
I guess you never met me
Or at least said goodbye to the best me
After never acting on the behest of me
And making me think less of me
You've become a pest to me
Not part of my destiny
Just part of the generic sea
Of those I let be
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 3:23 PM UTC
There's a place between society and the wild
Where aimless bodies are piled
We call it the Wastelands
All creatures die of old age
Or hunger inside this cage
The deer are never hit by cars
For they never travel that far
The Wastelands use fear
That's what keeps them here
The Wastelands are a scary place
It's horrifying how nothing happens
It becomes too much to face
So we hide under satin
To provide comfortable resting
And avoid Wastelands testing
The Wastelands are a barren environment
Solitary coyotes learn from the cacti
Who soak up meager moisture
And become prickly to protect it
Never knowing if nourishment was near
They grew prickly because of their fear
We inhabit the Wastelands
We're trapped here
Where the walls of the city
Seem to mirror
The walls of the wilderness
So it's here we build our nest
But surviving is a constant test
Because we have useless hands
Here in the Wastelands
Wastelands
Interaction
Is reaction
Create a faction
And never leave
Even if love cleaves
It lies behind ramparts of containment
And the fear of society's arraignment
Even if peace calls
It stays behind walls
Of trees hiding predators
That keep us embedded here
So we ***** barriers to protect us
From the barriers surrounding us
We find our connections through hatred
And build teams around it
We made foolish deals with Satan
This is what we're amounted
Scavengers from both worlds encroach the Wastelands
Journalists and artists mine our souls
Vultures mine our flesh like gold
Taking what they need and going home
Our rabid mouths begin to show foam
From the frustration of loss
But inactivity is our cross
While we watch carrion feeders
Carry on eating
Our friends
Until we turn and look away
Knowing that'll be us one day
Because in the Wastelands
Friends are just creatures who are near
There are no animals to hold dear
We're afraid to lend an ear
When Wastelands use fear
The Wastelands are hell
Dry river beds tell of a time
When the rain fell
But now we're plagued by drought
You can tell by looking at the trout
They flop on the ground
Wondering where to wander for water
The cacti remain still
It's the Wastelands will
In the Wastelands we wait to die
Although we really want to fly
We're just afraid of heights
Which impedes our sight
Where we can't view over our own barricades
It's fear that prohibits our ability to elevate
And we see that the order is too tall
Back into the Wastelands we fall
Sep 12, 2017
Sep 12, 2017 at 9:30 AM UTC
Departure lounge. Crown of tears
probably dried upon my father’s shoulder.
One year before I touch down again.
Everyone will expect some change.
Tried to swallow consciousness on the Bangkok streets.
Too much heat. There is no familiar face –
I cannot even read the road-signs.
There is no culture shock:
I had lived with that my entire life.
Made friends with the strays
for we had a common place.
Caught in no man’s land:
a need for hunger,
some awful drive to be free.
Left Bangkok for the coast.
New faces to hear old stories.
Born new, kissed each night on the mouth,
shared a hotel room for the month;
relinquished every memory
in a flood of beer,
old tears, the reservoir
to cleanse ourselves of doubt.
Dictated each depression
to a room full of strangers
until I could frame every disgrace,
put them to bed
until I slept full and new.
Fell in love with a singer,
red hair and a voice
that climbed a ladder to heaven.
Bid farewell in a country of mourning,
wore black until I found colour again.
Descended each rung
until I found that rock bottom
was still much higher
than where I had come from.
Wrote poetry and songs
nine hours from the foundations
I had built upon.
Black-eyed and clueless,
wrong side of the classroom,
I tried to teach a foreign tongue
in a place where I knew nothing
and no one. Far from every addiction
that once anchored me in place,
I shaved my face, pressed my shirt,
made amends for every cigarette end
that once painted the frame
of all I had amounted,
all I had done.
Fell in love with a town,
a pink sunset, stretch of rice-farms
and apple trees that patterned the view
of all I could see.
Still broken, still maladjusted,
still craving those twisted words.
Take my motorbike off into the drumlins
each time that I fear the worst.
Still broken, still singing
a song I cannot sing,
yet each muffled string,
each half-worn verse
is a half-formed reason
to rehearse
the melody I gather
each fateful, live-long day,
I cry out for meaning
before it fades away.
Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 1:02 PM UTC
I met a girl named Tequila who had a crush on Jose. It was like an icy crush but the whisky would wash it away. On a grey night a goose flew my way staying up late but the *** would make it fly away.
Too many 40s amounted. Too many, no one could have counted. But it was a party so we partied and brought out the Bacardi. It burned but didnt stop us hardly, someone screamed LETS PARTY!
Whispers from around, "man this party is narly" Passing around the yegger, text messages asking "hey, is this a kegger?" Jack showed up and met Tequila, pushed Jose aside and watched the moonshine...
On a southern, comfortable night, they possibly could have had *** on the beach but that was to explicit to speak. So drinking more wine till our legs got weak felt like the right path to keep.
No one seen that ***** was a sneak at 1:51 the time was so... Ever clear but the excitement didnt stop here. Mary got introduced to Molly and the ecstasy was colorful and jolly.
The excitement was rising but no one realized the girl crying, who was holding her boyfriend that was nearly dying.
"Breath!, breath!" she screamed. "I'm trying!" he gasped.
Upstairs they're kissing and fondaling, downstairs they're puking and wondering.
Neither Jose nor Jack attended the funeral of those kids that brought them out that night. And the baby conceived that night wasn't named Tequila, Molly or Marry, she was just deemed a mistake, of that night.
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 9:33 PM UTC
Theme: "Laughter for Breakfast"
A Duet by:
Bard Oluwateniola Adeniyi (Faderera)
Fuad Opeyemi (Gemini)
A free Verse Poetry
🚹🚺🚹🚺🚹🚺🚹🚺🚹🚺
Quite a yore, when the snail crawl in the open
The birds fly, oblivious of the stone
The heart so calm,
Not threatening to break out of the rib cage
Yore, when we have peace as the housewife
And laughter for breakfast
💪Gemini💪
Days are gone, when we arise at the hissing of the vulture,
When we patiently wait for the owl to hunt silently at night,
Or joyfully await the folktales of the aged,
And enjoy the moment of moonlight chit chatting while playing 'ayo'
👊Faderera👊
The thunder might clash
Storm may roar,
But the breeze of tranquil,
Still find its way to soothe the raging heart
Indeed, laughter for breakfast
💪Gemini💪
When we assemble at the manor to celebrate our unity,
Wine and dine without fear of being poisoned,
When we dangle our waist to the rhythmic beats and get autem,
Or twerk our butts to the sound of the music and not get *****
👊Faderera👊
Days, when the crop rose,
To kiss the morning light
Plants welcome the dew with joy
Felicity is brought to us on a platter
And the heaven smile its grace down
💪Gemini💪
Gone is the time, when we fall to our knees or one's face to greet,
When we have eros love to opposite gender not same gender..
When we honour the church and respect it's doctrine,
When giving wasn't a problem and kindness wasn't scarce
👊Faderera👊
Time so long, when smiles glint through the eye
Danger not friends with darkness
The chain of slavery,
Not tied to our neck, living fully
In a house not haunted
💪Gemini💪
Long gone are the days, when the richest man is one with a shilling,
and a pence could earn quality education and utilities,
When feeding wasn't a life taking occupation
Or shelter a life threatening need
👊Faderera👊
Now, lost to the feeling of nostalgia
Giving knife to demon of today
On knees, begging to be euthanized
Oh, long gone are this days
When we had Laughter for breakfast
💪Gemini💪
Now,a shilling amount to nothing; even a pence is worthless,
The leaders now dish out war and serve themselves peace,
Corruption is now added to the list on our menu,
Our food isn't complete without massacre,
Favour is now amounted to cruelty or being diabolical...
Alas! gone are the days when laughter was for breakfast
👊Faderera👊
©Oluwateniola Adeniyi™
©Pen of A true Gemini™
Do Rate this piece of Art 🎭 🎭
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 4:21 PM UTC
A thespian
In a play
A strong man
But not strong today
Leading girl gone away
One act
One scene
One line to say
His kōan
"What is the sound of one hand clapping?"
Silence.
Pretty girl
Gamine thin
Her Ribs
Bent staves
Round a coopers bin
And at the clubs
She picks up men
Who leave her
When they’ve
Had their fill.
And still
It’s courtly love she seeks
A treasure trove
That is for keeps.
Her kōan
"The moon cannot be stolen."
But maybe if she seduces it…
It will be hers.
She’s middle aged
There’s not much left
Her ******* aren’t firm
She’s barrel shaped
She watches soaps
And talks with friends
And fights the fear
That if it ends...
She hasn’t amounted to
Much at all
She could have been more
If she just had the time
Her kōan
"What are you doing?"
Nothing.
Jan 17, 2010
Jan 17, 2010 at 1:06 PM UTC
You'll Be ******** Your Teeth Out For Months If You Cross Me,
Can't Believe He Stepped Up Here's My **** He Can Toss Me.
He's A Cheating Dog That Never Amounted To ****
Remember When You Grabbed Me In The Club & Mounted My ****
I'll Dismember All The Lies & Bless Farewell To This Ship,
Hit A Whole Ice Berg Let His Views On Life Tip.
Always Had It Soft,
Your Parents Paid The Cost,
Now It's Time To Grow A Pair I Know You're Not A Boss,
Treat Me Like A Joke But You Know It Is Your Loss.
I Am Like Whole Inferno You're Just Made Of Rust,
Obliterate What You Reiterate
While You're Throwing Dust,
Fictitious As Fiction So There Is No Trust,
If I Go In Then Be Aware It Is Just.
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 3:10 AM UTC
Internal battles meant to be discounted
And anxieties rumored as dismounted
While nothing could have amounted
To the tales within those mountains
Regarded and enabled as fountains
Of flowing wisdom which hasn’t counted
The melody of life yet to be sounded
A treasure seemed and well-rounded
Apr 22, 2021
Apr 22, 2021 at 3:24 AM UTC
It’s been two decades and I’m still sweating out this fever
My eyes haven’t stopped watering since my family tree fell over,
branch by branch we collapsed into the river,
rushing faster and faster to mutually assured destruction,
no one is getting out alive here
No one is getting out alive here in this world,
so we might as well get it while the going is going because one day the going is going to stop and we’ll be left holding on to as much as we can,
We’ll feel so sorry for ourselves then
I’ve walked with snakes on my shoulders for as long as I can remember,
All my hearing has amounted to hisses,
and all of my bones have broken to bend and expand to hold all of the feelings I’ve eaten
Made love with the ****** and prayed to every angel I’ve seen in my paralysis,
In my dreams I see flowers,
Red like blood,
but clean like a mended heart,
Slowly but surely I’ll likely tear myself apart
But I like it like this,
It gives me a reason to wonder,
and wander,
So I’ll continue to wonder,
and wander
We all just drink to get drunk,
We’re all just ghosts without a house to haunt,
I’ve been feeling this sickness creep up into my throat,
and it’s been drying to get out, and I think I’ll let it
I’m still learning what falling in love feels like,
Still coming to grips with realities that don’t involve bruised eyelids and unforgivable I told you so’s,
Sometimes it feels like I’m coming to the end of my rope but then it frays all over again and I’m stuck trying to wind it back up,
How selfish to think I can fix something that’s too broken
Cut to my grandmother getting dolled up for her closeup because the church taught her how to become her own messiah, now she doesn’t know how to love the right way,
I’m starting to think that none of us do
I’m starting to run with the wolves,
The moon speaks in tongues to me,
I keep asking her to take me back where I belong,
Every painting hanging in my room is blank,
Blank and powerful,
but afraid,
I’m starting to think we all are
I’ve been sweating everything out,
It’s taking longer than I want it to
I just hope that by the time I’m laying on my deathbed,
I’ll be as dry as this all bled me
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 7:30 PM UTC
“your body is so beautiful,” he whispers to me, 2:30 am parked in my driveway, breath heating up the windows, hands tracing patterns on my skin
your body is so beautiful. this is a body that has stepped on the scale eight times a day, brain noting every slight change in the number that blinks back. your body is so beautiful. this body has cried from hunger pains, has sat on ***** bathroom floors with two fingers pressed inside my throat, praying for strength i didn't have
your body is so beautiful. a body that has spent countless hours in front of the mirror, picked apart and scrutinized from every angle; a body that’s been stuffed and starved, emptied and filled, hated and cursed – this is it, this is the body he means
i’ve known boys who have used words as nothing more than keys to unlock doors inside me, who have strung together letters and sounds as nothing more than a means to achieve an end. i’ve known boys who have made promises never intended to be kept, whispered words in parking lots and quiet cars and city streets that have never amounted to what they implied
“your body is so beautiful,” he whispers to me, and against all odds, he means it. and even if he doesn’t, to like this body when i’m with him is enough, to feel at home in this skin is enough
and to hold his hand in mine is enough,
and to see him smile at me from across the room is enough
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 9:59 AM UTC
I spend days in a room
The impression of a tomb
No one ever talks
No one ever calls
I keep staring at these walls
and in the moment I just pause
I’ve got to crawl before I walk
but in my mind I start to
shelter all my thoughts into an 8ball
Wish that I could make it but if I don’t
I don’t hate y’all
Somethings gonna break soon
Talking to myself inside a break room where music is my outlet
Plugin all these holes inside my chest like it’s an outlet
Wont let my flame die
or be out lit
Everyone’s different
I still wear the same outfits
Too lazy to be out fit
At least if I don’t make it
I’ll be out lived
Cherish what I have until the storm bears an outage
Out-aged with no fear to climb up a mountain
So high but I still remain grounded
Collect rocks till I feel like I’ve amounted
Can’t see what I’m heading towards
To ward the light from my darkness
I need a sword
Never had a lot of money
I was always poor
I know there’s people in this crowd
with the tears that I poured
Like one day I’ll go on tour
with broken promise that I couldn’t afford
in a broken down car that resembles a ford
I go to battle with myself but I’m still
Losing the war
On what planet do I meet my accord
Tie the noose around my neck
All it needs is a cord
I’m sorry I can’t make you happy
I’m still sad when I’m laughing
Jan 23, 2023
Jan 23, 2023 at 11:27 PM UTC
Is it wrong to feel compassion,
for rebellion,
for upheaval,
for revolution,
protests and marches for causes;
gone to the psychedelic winds,
in place come capitalistic mentions,
nominations to the greater things.
Is it futile to believe,
in the triumphs of the few,
against the many,
having meaning,
mentality.
the art of living,
of flowing upstream,
against wishes of authority,
the understand,
but duty dictates,
otherwise.
The people have the right,
but not the motivation,
to enact and will,
through the teeth of,
the oppressors.
We all feel weak,
yet the power struggle cont.
(end of page. arrow)
Throughout time,
Proving ourselves,
Making it through the day,
Has amounted to the probability,
The chance we took,
Have we flopped?
Are we on the floor?
Are we able to recover?
Even fatalistically.
Has anything changed?
Since the works of the older
Generation?
Do we,
Does our are,
mean the same as,
Their output.
It sounds softer, more real,
Tangible and timeless.
Now our mentality has moved to
A lull
Our enlightenment has
darkented,
Our meaning has,
diluted,
And we feel the numbing venom,
of the very real dream,
of how the world ought to be.
10/23/13
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 9:24 PM UTC
Got a condition
Under my skin
Ain't going to be solved
With simple addition
These days are short
These hours are long
I'm whispering to myself
In a tune of a song
Here comes Greg the gong
Standing straight as he cracks his knuckles
His face his old, his robes are grey
He tells me, "Your stomach looks like it's about to buckle."
Outside the cafe
We sip on coffee and biscuits
Looking at a world
Caught up in its own mischief
Lies are spread thin
Truth a little thinner
Then, we see something move
Behind the building of the barber
We go to look and later on
Wished we were a little smarter
We saw
A rock painted in blood
An eye inside of a glove
I nod my head and Greg tries to say,
"Death is a caught fish in a stream far away."
The night fell like an anvil
Onto my sagging shoulders
I was never taught the rules
So I can't say I've forgotten them
Caught in a fix of my own creation
Where the truth and the lies mix
"There's nothing in this life that is quick"
I nodded my head at him and paid my tip
Catch the break in the pause
"Smells phosphorous," she smiled.
I've travled a thousand miles
But what I've seen
Never amounted to nothing
After I saw her
She was the cat's purr
And the dog's meow
The air behind
The desert winds frown
I'm torn apart
Left for dead
Waiting for that moment
When one become two
Wishing I'd chosen
The other instead
Can't see a way out
The tunnel's caved in
Dynamite went bad
Only darkness around me now
And I'm struggling to breathe
There was no light
No way away from myself
I tried to recall
Everything I'd ever touched
But all I felt was
Soot in my nose
And rocks in my eyes
And then a phrase came to me,
"It was all a big lie."
I died and became
The whistling kettle
Of an unreleased song
By a well-known singer
A whisper whose sound would be better
If shouted by a heated young lover
There is a night
Without vanity or despair
Where life runs free
Without injustice or duty or care
Find that Night
Seek it
Search for it
And take what you were born for
Find the Night
Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 4:19 PM UTC
trying to quiet the whispers in my mind
cannot distinguish them from the night
if I said I was happy I would be lying
you want me to try hard, but I'm hardly trying
so many pieces of me scattered I have lost sight
you will find me wherever the dark lies
I am no longer what you think of as okay, just ask the sharp blade
the path you laid out for me I have long since strayed
digging myself deeper, all that is me will now fade
the pain only growing stronger, knowing who I have betrayed
knowing you don't know me, but the person I portray
it was all a big mistake, but I know you are afraid and I can't blame you
I'm driving myself crazy with all my hollow tendencies
trying to bury my rage, but I am just endlessly pretending
time is running out, leaving me restlessly pacing
counting down the minutes, I should die eventually
that's what I find myself hoping for, it should make you smile especially
it doesn't matter, I never amounted to what you wanted me to be
you were always saying how that was all you wanted.
not to worry, when I go I will stay long gone.
whether I'm alive or dead you will forever be haunted.
and you have to live with what you did every waking dawn.
save for the nightmares, without you my life has been better than I had ever imagined.
without me you cry every time you hear that song.
falling asleep is a constant battle
I lose myself so strongly in remembering
that I forget to take a step back
the walls I've built are now a castle
the air so fresh I can finally breathe
my peace and serenity are a matter of fact
Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 4:48 AM UTC
Too hungover to sleep,
Third eye too clouded to see into my dreams.
More broken glass from the night that's passed,
Dealing with questionable decisions that amounted up pretty fast.
Soreness to adorn my body with more colors that can be observed
Health withering and so I head to Mother's nature preserve.
I wonder what I do to my nerve endings,
While I take on all that's mind-bending,
To eventually open it back up.
Seeing a world through more than just squinted eyes
Situations shed light the more you try.
My body is hurtin' but in the woods I come alive,
revitalize, and realize where I'm meant to be through what I can perceive.
The beauty I capture with my scopes on the daily makes think I'm living a dream.
Time to show my wildflower,
Outside with the fresh oxygen that I will devour.
I've given myself signs that point to my true power.
Now, no time to sit,
Gotta make the most of what could be my last hour
Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 10:57 AM UTC
Mindless.
Everything we've had, to you,
It was mindless.
It meant nothing.
But you didn't bother to even mention how you felt,
I guess because you didn't feel anything at all.
Effortless.
Everything I felt and said, to you,
It was effortless.
I gave you everything until I was left with nothing.
I was too scared to mention how I felt, because I was afraid,
Afraid you wouldn't feel the same way at all.
Flawless.
Everything I saw in you,
It was flawless.
I fell in love with the way the corners of your eyes crinkled up when you smiled.
In love with the way you saw life, your humor,
The way you drove me wild.
Obvious.
All the warnings and red flags,
They were obvious.
But I was too stubborn to let you go until we were left with nothing.
Now, I find myself here, telling you how I feel, always a moment too late.
Happiness.
I am thankful for every moment spent with you,
It was pure happiness.
You taught me to be free and to find positivity in everything I could see.
I could never regret all that you gave to me.
Images.
All that's left now of us,
They are images.
But these memories, call me crazy, I wouldn't trade them for anything.
If they are all that I have left of you, at least I am left with something.
Even though truly what you left behind, in the end, amounted to nothing.
But oh well, I guess it was probably for the best.
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 8:17 PM UTC
Once we were able
To lie down together
And forget the world.
But now,
the insomnia keeps me up,
I stare at the walls of my room
As you softly snore
And I wonder
How I ever
Only amounted to
A supporting actress
In my own life.
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 11:44 AM UTC
How would you be,
Like her or me?
Long flowing hair,
Or short and curly?
Small or tall,
Fat or skinny?
Nothing really matters,
Except your personality.
See I'll never know, what could have been,
The cutest little girl, or two boy twins.
It's all in the air, and nobody knows,
An unsolved mystery, a true reality show.
Instead I'll sit and wonder,
About the life you could have lived.
And how it all was taken,
Like a **** Indian gift.
I will always think about you,
And ask myself, "What if?".
Would you have painted the next Mona Lisa,
Or jammed on some killer riff?
You know, I wouldn't care a bit,
In fact, I wouldn't give a ****
If all you ever amounted to,
Was a good and honest man.
I wish I could go back,
To undo what has been done.
So I could someday hug my daughter,
Or shake the hand of my dear son.
I suppose that all of this,
Is my expression of a sorry.
For the mistake that we have made,
Will remain my greatest folly.
Sep 13, 2011
Sep 13, 2011 at 4:45 AM UTC
The clock struck midnight, and a figure stood before me.
It was garbed in black robes with a stench so foul
That my nose bled while a chill encroached my body.
Who are you? I ask while suppressing my bowels.
I am Death, and the time has come for you to go.
There’s nothing left in this world for you to savor,
And your absence will surely go unnoticed … so
Come along now, I am doing you a great favor.
Bu-but, why so soon? There’s so much left to do!
What about my family? I haven’t seen them in years!
There’s so much I’ve yet to learn, knowledge to accrue,
And don’t get me started on unconquered fears!
Death erupted in laughter, as if it heard a timeless joke.
I’ve heard that drivel for eons. Please say no more.
For decades you’ve sat on this couch sipping some coke.
You’ve amounted to nothing; you’re a total bore.
Tell you what, I’ll give you one more chance, just one.
Turn your life around -- give me a reason to spare it.
Fail to value your life and your soul is mine, my son.
You only live once, so your life you must cherish.
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 8:16 AM UTC