"arond" poems
we create worlds
here on the internet
connecting we those
we will never see
chatting over virtual
back fences about
children, cats, recipes
we meet those who
have similar views
and those who don't
discuss things of import
show sympathy with
sad faced emoticons
we wish each others pets
happy birthdays with
cartoon characters
we share our art, music
and photography
then there are us poets
who write our hearts
for others to see
it is a melting ***
of thought and culture
of the full spectrum
of ability.....
it is a place of secrets
or exhibitionist excess
it is in many ways a wonder
and many ways a curse
the internet, really
just like the bottom
of an old ladies purse
full of useless lint and
used tissues, but if you
ferret arond long enough
you will find a dollar
or a hard candy
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 2:22 AM UTC
I look out into the world and see all this beauty
And my heart runs wild
As sensations I’ve never imagined rush through it
And I want so badly to create these wonders
I want to mould beauty
So I start
Eager, young, naive
I begin
Trying, working, struggling
My teacher shows me how
I try some more
A kind soul corrects me
I continue trying
But before I show anyone my beauty
I see a version more perfect
More beautiful
And I let mine fall
I wake up
No longer young
or naïve
or eager
Doubtful,
Aged,
I wake
my dream shatters
I let it fall
And I sit and try to shed tears
But can’t for I am too old for that
I sit
watching this version of beauty pass by
I know you will say
We should not compare ourselves with others
You will say
there will always be greater and lesser people than ourselves.
But in truth
what is to be human?
To live amongst people
To be thankful when around those with less
To find it hard to do the same when those arond have more.
I know you will say
We each have our type of beauty,
One we can give,
One that will move someone,
One that will belong to someone
It will be their version of beauty
Their perfection
And I think
I decide that you are right
I pick up my pieces
Get back to work
Finally I’m done
My beauty is perfect in my eyes
I lock it away in a place where none can find it
I keep it.
Once in a while
I look at it
Once in a while
It moves me
Once in a while
It makes me smile
For none else can see it and find fault in it
None else can crush it
Since it is mine
I can never destroy it
Once in a while
It’s my perfection,
My beauty
I say all this
But I Lie to myself
For each time I look at my beauty
Look at my perfection
It looks dull
Unpolished
And no matter how hard I want to try
Always unfinished.
Though I have all the time in the world.
It hurts
I am my own worst judge.
Beauty is the reason we create
Why the vampire lives forever
Why a single note of the orchestra
freezes hearts for one breath
Why a simple melody will move souls
Yet stop the evening breeze from being felt
They are all perfect
that’s what I want
Laughable
How can I possibly get there?
What was I thinking
Assuming.
I should just let it fall one last time
For beauty is clearly not meant to come from me
Just observed,
Some are made to create beauty
I was made to be moved by it.
So what do we do then?
For I had dedicated my life to creating beauty
Now what?
Why did I have to see their beauty?
Why did I foolishly look?
For the funny part is
They are my image,
or maybe I’m the cheap imitation of theirs.
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 12:06 AM UTC
It was a year when I met you
It started of with a notification on facebook
I wanted to be your friend reaurdless of your looks
You replied to me and so it began
I woke up everday to begin our endless chatter
When I talked to you, the things around me didn't matter
We saw each other in the hallways everday and waved hi to each other
One day was like no other, we went to the coffee shop,just to study
I knew I liked you more than just a buddy.
We walked together with our arms arond our sholders
The sun was bright and it was a beautiful day
While we were walking, I picked up a flower for you on my way
We steped in the bus and contiued our journey
you liked my hair because it was curly
I saw your lips as you spoke
You said your heart is sad because is broke
I wanted to say something but I chocked
I was told that you liked someone who i knew
I moved slightly and said" What if i said I like you"
I was expecting a slap across the face
Instead I say your lips curl which looked like a smile
I smiled back and the world stopped for a while
Since that day we were close
We played, screamed, and had a few laughs
Oh by the way did I tell you I was jelious of your calfs
One december you drop the weight on me
you said " I feel like our love is gone"
"so because of that its best we move on"
The air suddly got heavy
My eyes started to fill with tears
I thought we would be together for years
I called to apologies to get us back together
You told me " it's not you it's me"
I woundered this is life and we could never be
No this isn't life, I won't sit and watch
I will make my life and it won't be the other way around
I will still stand even when i am beaten to the ground
I went to her place and begged for a second chance
We talked and i said "i really love you but i don't want to be a bug"
"If this is our last can i have a one last hug"
You sobbed and said "i want you back"
that momet the ***** beneath my ribs started to beat
I realize now that you would never cheat
And now look at as us today, its going to be one year since we went out
Sure there are times we don't agree and sometimes we fight
but at the end of the day i know that we will be alright
I promise you I would make you happy
Because I know you would love me even when i look ******
You are my first kiss and my last
Everday our love brings us closer
I know that this feeling would never be over.
Sep 11, 2011
Sep 11, 2011 at 11:16 AM UTC
Comfort is questioned.
As another story unveals tonight,
the uncharted road not explored.
A familiar image appears.
With a flash of lightning
on both the left and right.
Breathe in.Scent of Pure bliss, with a hint of carpe diem
Though it is not our home.
For we do not have one,yet.
Not caused by anything, but our true desire.
Constant change and chance.
Solely living life.
Where we'll end , who knows.
Fate is devious, but tasteful
and factors out what does not accommodate you.
A sudden noise begins.
Eyelids open.
my alarm has waken me.
I sit up fast.
Why was this dream so concealed?
Buried so deep, unseen to even me til now.
I look arond in a new place, alone.
remembering the first road explored.
So easy. Simple. So 'Normal".
Thoughts pop as if it were popcorn thrown in a fire.
Love is infinite and blind,
but aquires true ambitions.
Happines doesnt grow.
It is inevitable,
if its genuinely you.
Another chance as a taste arises.
Do you go for it or deny it?
Similar devotion from both sides required.
Hearts get taken and then shattered.
As it is a part of LIVING life.
Being scared of it is a silly choice.
Human nature makes it so hard to deal.
Doesn't make it impossible.
Living Life and finding self-fullfillment isn't easy,
for if it was, being alive would be just as unreal as a DREAM.
May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 3:50 AM UTC
We all have done it.
And would be a liar to say we didn't.
You know told something.
When we shouldn't have.
But, I still hate the friend.
Who claims they are speaking for you to the press?
Where they place their own opinions into the mess.
If, I really wanted the news to know.
Then, I would have confessed the story months ago.
But, then someone people loves to be before the cameras.
And that have never been me.
Because many gossipers loves to create a variety of things.
Just to see you respond.
What they always seems fail to realize in the end?
A lie stays around while the real true fades into the dark.
And then the friends will say they never believe any of that.
Except,they fail to tell you they was getting paid behind your back.
We all seem people smile before your face.
And stabbed you in back without a glance.
Things that you probably only told to one.
Is now heard all arond the town you live in.
All because of the gossiper.
Feb 18, 2011
Feb 18, 2011 at 4:19 AM UTC
Do you need me, in the lonely hours of the night?
Let my love consume you, and your soul will be at ease.
With the a swift touch, the feeling of your affection, I beg of you, don’t be a tease.
As I lie awake and think of you at night,
I feel fine, everything’s alright.
Your touch makes me feel like the only girl in the world,
I know that’s not true, you’ve got your way around,
putting the other girls’ minds in a whirl.
I get excited when you come to my window at night, to see your eyes gleaming in the moonlight.
But your breath reeks of *** Spice, i’m gasping for air as your hands around my neck grow tight.
Your words that hurt me are forgotten as I feel your kiss against my neck.
The sensation you give me, makes me feel like I can fly,
But the days your hands find their way arond my neck, all I want to is die.
I know you love me, I know that you do.
You only forget to love me on the nights you’ve had a few.
The next day you always approach me at school, full of apologies.
I lie and say there’s no excuse for your atrocities.
You know I love you too much to let you go,
This thing I’ve called love has kept me at an all time low.
You call me at night, say you need to see me.
You tell me to be quiet, as you force me down and kiss me slowly.
With the smell of Mike’s prominent on your breath,
All I can think about is my time of death.
You never love me when I ask you to, you act like it’s a chore,
But you expect me to respond to your beck and call when you come knocking at my door.
Physicality isn’t another word for love, you only use me when you feel unwanted;
I want you all to myself, but you make me feel disheartened.
The love you give me is not from within, but the alcohol that reeks off of your skin.
As I stand at the top of the bridge, jump, drop my weight, go down full throttle.
You take a smooth sip from your brown rimmed bottle
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 11:15 PM UTC
I could write of many things, I could say it in the right jargon,
But I am doing this for free, so consider it a bargain.
If you spend the years ahead, as determined, when you did this job,
Your dedication to retirement will be, full and completely yours,
You have a home arond which to putter or you could go to a golf course and repair your game,
but Don't change. You have often said, "I am not the man I used to be, or maybe I never was."
If you get bored or lonely just don't file, your tax returns and one of us, is sure to call.
I have learned that when I have a problem, and I must "not hesitate to deal with it."
Whether it be your quiet effective wit or your common sense wisdom,
Or the few words exchanged, I would turn, and see you working hard at the job again.
Dedication, you never punched the clock, you would leave when the day's work was done.
Retiring will pay dividends, you are dedicated to a plan, and you have a plan,right?
Having no list of things for you to do or "how to" occupy your time.
You could take up writing poetry, and I have a spare dictionary on rhyme.
You are at the pinnacle, peak condition, the top of your game, quite a climb,eh?
From now, whether you travel far or travel near, each day, enjoy the view!
I have much enjoyed working beside you, thanks for putting up with me.
©DWE012014
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 1:03 AM UTC
..plase dear..don't go
so arond..
..you still find yourself in the same place..
--is it home or somewhere more near to you..
.. ..to yourself again..the
...mirror doeesn't ever lie..
..so go with it..
..nothing in everything..
,,boo.boo.boo..
Feb 11, 2017
Feb 11, 2017 at 2:12 PM UTC