"blum" poems
He likes the blue collar,
Pants with the stains.
Comes home from work with black hands and back pains.
There's just something not there, a difference in taste,
Which makes me so different from him.
I'll wash the whites but not white wash a lawn chair.
I'll read a book but I won't shoot a black bear.
I know what I want and I know how to get there,
Not by chopping down trees and developing chest hair,
But by using my mind
And taking the time
To make sure the words at the end of the line rhyme.
C. Alexander Blum
Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 12:53 AM UTC
A dark night, lit only by snow acting as soft moonlight,
Leaves one feeling the stiff air,
making itself comfortable inside one's bones.
There are no birds here, to delight with their songs.
Nor is there life- the winds pulling it from the leaves which hang so effortlessly on a night in June.
The only sound being of dry, cold air
sweeping through black branches.
With overwhelming tones of emptiness in the air,
It is a wonder that, in a few short months,
the life will be bountiful and the snow
will be missed.
C. Alexander Blum
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 9:46 PM UTC
Those sleepless nights,
Those petty fights,
The look in your eyes
When I held you tight.
How our hands fit so well
When they clasped together
I think of your voice,
But I just don't remember.
I think of your face,
I can see it so clear.
I think of the three words
I once held so near.
I remember your scent,
How your touch was so tender.
But the feelings I felt,
I just don't remember.
C. Alexander Blum
Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 9:42 AM UTC
I'm not a poet, i just pretend to be.
i string some words in a line
to make you understand the impact of my empathy.
to give you a sense of security, ambiguity
that manifests the power that only creativity can make you see.
this diction means only what you want it to
but you have to look inside yourself
to find that certain thing you really want to do.
Never limit where your mind can go.
don't give power to your hesitation
fuel imagination in a world of gray.
its the causation that gives you augmentation.
don't settle for simple non fiction
when the world can give you pure affliction
embrace it.
cause its that pain that makes you grow and
see the best in every situation.
its those vicarious moments that help to keep you on your feet.
you should never have to choose between
the person who they want to see and
who you truly want to be.
i know you but you don't know me.
yet...
i've tried to be a thousand people in the time i've been alive.
the most important thing i've learned is that it pays to be yourself.
when everybody else seems to have their whole life figured out,
its hard to focus on what counts
when self-created clouds of doubt begin to shroud
the one thing you're allowed to be proud of and that thing is yourself.
i'm certainly not in the position to provide a dictionary definition
of overcoming opposition.
but my first hand admonition
is to have full faith in your own ambitions.
you have these dreams for a reason.
C Alexander Blum
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 2:15 AM UTC
Sitting in the asylum
voices of the infirmed
call to each other.
A young man hums to himself,
keys jangling.
They carry their preferences under their arms,
judging each other by the objects in their hands.
And here I sit,
in the atrium
listening to the mad men heeding the sirens that call to them.
They obey
and beat their rhythms upon ivory tables
bone-wracked as wooden bridges slip out of their grooves
horses and trees united
in the Sistine Chapel ceilings of the lunatic's mind
epiphany and entropy painted on the skull canvases
of bridled souls.
The floor shudders as a hundred feet tap their heartbeats
in different moments.
Seizures of enlightenment
are what brought them here,
and similarly,
what will keep them.
A sired calls from a locked room
and the ivory tables shatter.
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 2:18 AM UTC
I thought u loved me as i love u babe bt know my heart is as broken as a broken home with no one talking 2 each other,i loved u,U were the 1 u bring life 2 my world the 1 who make the wind blum,U were the sun shine of the flowers that grow in my world knw without u my world is diying as a world with no sun the is no longer life in my world
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 3:03 PM UTC
Your like a flower ready to Blum as the sun sets in the middle of June , the leaves fall as I saw a young beauty,beside the tree of dream; shook as my
Eyes stop and stare as wind blows her hair, she smiles as I get close her eyes schange to hazel blushing; as my mind was open.
Opening the door of her heart, bit by bit kissing her forged, she smiles..
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 4:21 PM UTC
Arrive to leave
Salem.
Asylum.
For all.
Reaching.
Frantic.
Friday.
Evening.
Someday.
Antisocial.
Never.
Rush.
Flash.
Such.
Wandering.
Navigating.
Endless.
Vibrant chaos.
Crusading.
Blum.
Continuos.
Relinquish.
Embraced.
Distortion
Within.
Grasp
Taunting.
Disappeared.
In agony.
Collection.
Mural.
Saga.
Certain of.
Past.
Parasite
Of waves.
Confined.
Seeking.
Redemption.
Garrett Johnson & Eleesha Mayo.
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 2:39 PM UTC
Wind whips me
Sharp blades against my skin
Maybe I'm a *********
I don't mind
This icy thrill
Cold air
Sleek against my lungs
Filling me up
With a frost
I can't get enough of
Oct 29, 2019
Oct 29, 2019 at 12:39 PM UTC
the breeze is cool
my skin is rose
I'm alone and
you're a ghost
the sun, it sets
and color fades
my night kissing
shades of grey
...
even though
I love this life,
I can feel
such pain inside
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 5:14 PM UTC