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b e mccomb Sep 2022
it's like suddenly
the dam has burst
and the words
won't stop tumbling

and isn't that what
you get after
a drought
the flood?

my scalp itches
but i just washed my hair
it itches
begging me to do something

a dozen half-baked
thoughts accumulated
a blank space in the
narrative of my life

to recap
what i missed
the things i
never wrote about

a toxic job and quitting it
watching my friends
and former friends
get married

watching myself
get married

that time when
i almost died

the constant struggle
between myself
and the body i so
tenuously inhabit

my boring job
where i sit at a desk

there's a lot i haven't
let myself think about
and maybe now
is the time to do so

my doctor told me last
time i went to see her that
she understands why i don't
want therapy right now
therapy is just a tool
that doesn't work for everyone

(it certainly works
if you find the right
therapist and the odds
align to keep them
but i've done this before
and i will do it again)

so i should do
something that
restores my soul
to maintain myself

and i must have forgotten
how calming
it is to put things into
words on a page
in lines and rows
to let myself happen

hate that it took me
this long to realize
what i'd
been missing

after the drought
comes the flood
copyright 9/6/22 by b. e. mccomb
KT Torres Mar 2019
Here is where I met you, in our space, in our sphere,
but I appropriated it from you, didn’t I?
You liked to stand near the pungent water pipe behind the building
Just under the flickering neon.
Here is where I witnessed a whirlwind in still life, careful but creepily
Analyzing your ways.
You are something dangerous but sparkling, something I should not need
but alas, here we are.
Here is where you stand and look straight ahead, boring into my eyes. Your voice, melodic,
distant, tinged with some almond liqueur
‘I’m not yours’
You do not know that, do not worsen the dragging of life, please.
There is a coppery, slick taste on my tongue, you do not know.
Here is where you stood but now you are gone.
I don't love the "manic pixie dream girl/boy" trope.
Third Eye Candy May 2018
As magellanic clouds collapse into a spoon
i wander off... my satchel strapped to my salubrious stride.
my eyes unmanned. now binary soul nova
resting on my cheekbones... boring holes in the landscapes
to catch a glimpse of the carousel underneath.
spinning on it's side.

perpetual.

While bathing in the last rays of a bright idea -
receding; in accord with epiphanies of mellifluous delight.
my lifespan, now an Always without a comma -
blessed by new bones... thin as reeds to take flight and escape.
where other worlds gleam in the Labyrinth -
night deprived.

unfathomable.

[ can't wait ]
POETIST Aug 2020
I hear a name,
it is called covid 19.
i think it was boring,
but i hadnt seen the covid roaring.
after a month i saw it,
that when we realised we had split.
We can fight it,
or it will hit.
let us be one,
as the pandemic has begun.
dont be scared,
because we are prepared.
one for another,
because we are alltogather.
we have fought this before!
as we can again restore,
dont forget to be far from each,
because i dont have a speech,
or it will reach you,
let us not fight it like an issue.

lets be one!
We dont need to fight. lets be one and fight this pandemic yes and #covid-19willgo
Bellvadear Nov 2017
Illuminating your dimming lights, may I shed some enlightenment?
Refusing to let you just fade away, May I borrow your brush to paint?
Excuse me while I brighten this.
You shine so many colors, brilliant prisms of aura's.
Got me pulling you out the dark, with,
a flashlight, with a backpack and map like this Dora.
Exploring. Paint over spilling like my heart out pouring.
Walking on your rainbows are anything but boring.
Can't wait to envision these once technicolor's restored and,
I've never seen a masterpiece as Mastered in pieces like yours.

Chorus
Just follow the flow, no signs or arrows,
Up over the horizon, over the rainbows,
hold you, treasure, at the ***,
I don't seek to steal your gold,
just thought I'd paint you a less painful thought.

So 'cheer up coloring bug','look on your bright side',
your contrast is so abstract, Beautiful characteristics, intense and vivid,
variegated, an artist of this expertise, is definitely dedicated,
Luminous, radiant, perceptional, beams shimmering brilliance,
anyone who breaks your stencils or steals your utensil's,
will get bladed by a sharp pen 'er or, filled with lead like a pencil,

Chorus

I'm honestly just happy you haven't stopped envisioning success,
your often late, but I'm always waiting patiently, to invest,
you might learn something new in the classroom today,
I have no credentials but I can brighten your page,,
redirect your view, and I'll paint, more than a few, scenes but none,
as beautiful, as the colors your shining through,
as the slide shows, show slides, any, whatever colors shapes or forms,
any, contrast, depth or shade, it's yours,
let me brighten up your image, lighten up your embrace,
light up your world like.
I'm your,
Thomas Kinkade!
Haylin Jan 2019
I never cared for blue eyes.
a simple, dull tone of boring pens
and pale skies and puddles.                    
a common color among a million eyes.

until yours.      
then pools of shining ink spreading across plain pages,
filling chapters of my life.
a bright summer horizon expanding before me,
everywhere eyes can see.            
a huge, infinite ocean of sparkling blue,                      
blue that fills my eyes and mind and lungs,              
voluntarily drowning in your color.
Rory Apr 2019
I'm sorry I cry so much about it but I literally can't stop

Every day it never changes but it's always something new

Cancer. Heart attack. Stroke. Aneurysm

Stress is eating me alive and there's not much of me left for it to even pick their teeth with

Fear, delusion, panic, obsession

Oppression and compulsion

An ingrained response

Paging Dr. Google. Click the same links. Old information

Old fears

Old tears

It gets so boring after a while. It deludes you into think it's fresh

'That's new.' No it's not. Fears repeat themselves

Wasn't I worried about you a couple months ago?

The reactions are tired

The horse is dead

Please stop
I know it's irrational. I'm sorry. If I could fix this, I would.

More of a stream of consciousness rambling than an actual poem.
aldo kraas Aug 2021
Why am I  inflicting pain on others?
What did they do to me?
That makes me so angry?
And when i am angry I feel like i want to hit somebody
That is terrible
Because I am hurting the other people
And that alone is called assault
Yes I can be charged with assault
And I will end up in jail
I been in Jail before
And it wasn't a nice place to be
God I know that I have to apologize to those that i hurt
God I am not sure if the people will accept my apologies
God I don't like to hurt people
God I  am a strong men
And I know that when I hit people I could **** them easily
God I need to stop hurting people
God I want to have friends and not enemies
God I love you
And I want you to know that
God I have lots of friends in my life
God my friends respects me
God why can't I respect my friends
Because my friends need my respect
God I am a human being
And you created this human being that is me
With your holy hands
God I feel more relaxed now
And I am happy to be relaxed
God I know that you love me
Because I am one of your children
God I promise that I will behave now
Because I need to behave now
God I need help with  my anger
God I am having a good night sleep
God I need to go to bed early every night
So that I can have a proper sleep
God I don't wake up tired anymore
I wake up feeling refreshed
God I want to worship you every day
God I have feelings
God I am taking my medication for depression
God I never miss my medication
God I am a good person
God winter is here
And I must tell you that I hate it
God outside is very cold
God I need to write my thoughts on my computer
So I don't forget it
God will you give me another chance
God I love myself
God I will pray for my dear friends
God I love the moon shining in the sky
God I can't wait for this day to end
Because I want to return to my bed
God I love my bed
God my bed is very cozy and warm
God don't ask me to sing you a song
Because I can't sing
God will I be here tomorrow
Because I just want to live
God I need to live my life now
Every single day
God I will meditate because by meditating it will help me to stay calmer
God I want to learn to forgive people
God I have to learn to have patience with people
God I want to stay out of the hospital
Because hospital is a terrible place to be
God there are people that supports me in my life
God I am feeling bad for hurting people
God I don't even know if people will accept my apologies
But I feel that I need to apologize to the people that I hurt
God i got money to buy my food
God I got to learn to love people
God I hope that I can forgive myself for doing bad things
God I know that we can't put a price on health
God I love my home
God my home is my sanctuary
God I want to live in peace
God I am a good Christian
God I need to have a balanced meal
God I know that you died on the cross for my sins
And came to judge me
God I don't mind that you judge me
Because that is your job to do
God I want you to bring the sun for me
Because I need the sun
God let me tell you how I feel
God I am feeling good about myself
God I am so sad that the birds had flown back south
Because I miss their symphony
God we said good buy to summer a long time a go
And now we said hello to winter
The winter is very long and boring
God I don't judge people
God I accept people the way they are
God I never smoked a cigarette
God I have healthy lungs
God I never drunk any alcohol
God I will stay sober
God life is tough
Good I have a hard life
God soon the morning will end and the afternoon will arrive
God please tell me that you love me
Because I want to hear from you that you love me
God in the winter it gets dark very early
And I hate that
God I have plenty of love to give to my friends
God I want to learn to deal with my anger
Because I feel that it is getting out of control
God I am hungry for your words
God please preach the bible to me
God use me where ever you need me
God I been sad now for a long time but I never cried
God I want you to end this day now
Please bring the night now
God let the moon shine in the sky
God I want to see the moon shining in the sky
God I want to be a part of your world
God I can't live without food or water
God please feed me every day
God i feel very bad about the things that did
God I want to hold you in my arms
God I want to kiss you
God we belong together
God we have a good relationship going
And I feel that we need to work together on our relationship
God please guide me where ever you want me to do
God I am not good with money and that is why I never have money on me
God when I have money I spend it very fast
God your my father and I am your child
God what more can i do for myself
God I am not feeling depress right now
God every Sunday I come to your house
God you are the healer and I feel that you have healed me
God I believe in you
God I trust you
And I know that I got to take care of my health
God I have to say good bye to you right now
Because I am going to bed
Don't worry God because I will take care of my hygiene
God right now I have lots of energy
God I am not feeling stressed out
God the trees are now bare for the winter
God this year is ending fast
God I worry about my anger issues
God I worry about my health
God I worry about my sleep
God I promise to be good
And not harm any body anymore
God I am not a killer
When I need you God I will pray to you
And I hope that you will answer my prayers
God the time went fast
It is now mid night and I still up writing away on my computer
God here I am praying to you
Today it is dark and grey
There is not much sun during the winter
God I am happy to be alive
God I know that I have a good life
God you never let me down
But I let you down so many times
And I want to say sorry  for letting you down
God it is hard to express my feelings when I talk
I prefer to write my feelings on my computer
God I already made so many mistakes in my life
And I have learned from my mistakes
God I don't want to talk about the past
God I want to talk about my future
God I need to talk about my future now
God it is only winter and it is a warm winter night
God rescue me when I am feeling depress
God I don't want to feel depress anymore
God I have so much to be thank full for
God I am very generous when I give something to others
God I don't want to fight anymore
Because I find fighting to be very bad for me
God I want to live that life that I live that is full of freedom
God I don't want to think about bad stuff
God I want to throw the bad stuff in the garbage can
God the world needs freedom
When will there be freedom in this world?
God mental illness is not a joke
God I have a mental illness
God there are countries that have war
And th innocent people are dying every day
God please tell me when the war will end?
There are young children being trained to be soldiers
In this brutal war
There are shortage of food and medical supplies
They are blowing up churches houses but not hospitals
The people who make the bombs to use in the war are getting rich
People it is time to stop the war now
This brutal war is going on for so long
Some people are suffering from post stress disorder
Why kids can't be kids?
Why kids can't play?
Kids have the right to their education
It is time to stop child labour in the third world countries
We are polluting the earth
We are killing the wild life
And marine life
The oceans are already polluted
What are we going to do when there wont be anymore fish in the oceans?
I don't think that we will be able to save the marine life and the wild life
Soon I believe that the fishermen will be out of jobs
We have so many refuges living in Canada
And Canada is their home also
We are so lucky to live in Canada
Because there is no war in Canada
There are people from different countries living in Canada
God I am not afraid to die
I know that I will die some day
I don't know the hour or the day that I will die
God I still have a life to live
And I will live it
God I love my life
Because it is simple
God I need some fresh air
I will go out soon and get some fresh air
God I never took peace for granted
God I don't take my health for granted
God I am taking good care of my health every single day
God put  smiles on my face
So that I can smile
I think people want to see me happy and not sad
I know that I have a beautiful smile
God I want to live in the real world
Because I need to live in the real world
God I am a dreamer
And I don't dream big
Yes God no body will pay me to dream
God we will praise you every day
God there are times that I need a break from people
God I never lied to you
God I am always telling you the truth
God I must say that I am  a bully
God I am feeling so ashamed   for have behaved badly
Do you understand me?
God I need to be a roll model for others
God I don't know where to go for help when I am upset
God should I turn to my friends and tell them that I am upset?
Will my friends understand that I am upset?
Will my friends help me to calm down when I am upset
God I know that I can turn to my friends for help
God I very to live my life to the fullest every day
God so many people had broken my heart already
God can you fix my broken heart
People don't call me a saint
I am not a saint
Because I am always hurting
God I want to live la vida loca
God I am not hearing voices
There is no body talking to me
When I sleep I snore very loud
It is terrible that it is happening
I sleep all thru the night
And I never wake up in the middle of the night
Sleep is very important for me
I need to go to bed early every night so that I can get a proper night sleep
God watch me while I sleep
God I will get over with my sadness
God I believe in children
God I am the hero in the children's life
God I  had dreamed that I reached the sky
And I had written my name on the sky
God I  am feeling rested today
Because I just woke up now
God i am not a stranger to my depression
God sometimes I feel that I been on a roller coaster ride
And it keeps moving very fast non stop
God I am afraid of heights
God I never want to sleep in during the morning
Because if I sleep in in the morning I will be waisting the day
God you gave me a blessing with your holy hands
God I am not selfish
God I will never hurt you
Please try to understand that
God I  will try to keep mii cool
I know that will be hard to do
But I got to do it now
God I blame myself for hurting people
I will forget about it now
And move on with life
It makes me sad to know that i hurt people
God I cried so much today
Because I am sad
And there are tears that are falling from my eyes
God please wipe the tears from my eyes
God I  never bottle my feelings up
God I let my feelings out
God I  must tell people when I am angry
I don't know if people will understand that I am angry
God I  am up already and it is a new day
It is two in the morning
I am full of energy
I sometimes act on impulse
That is a terrible thing to do
God I am a people's person
God I want to be around people
God you gave me a brain to think
So I must use it
God it is winter time
And the weather keeps changing
That is how people get sick
People tell me that I am a good men
And I believe that I am
God I hope that people are praying for me
Because i need some prayers
M e l l o Mar 2020
now we're asking back
those normal days
we think was
boring before
Pray for better days. Stay at home and be healthy.
Olivia Kent Apr 2014
You are the king of hearts.
In your dreams you try to be.
You do everything you can to help.
Jesus, this got kinda boring.
During conversation, she isn't listening.
She always ends up snoring.
She wishes, she could love you back.
In the real world she really can't.
For she has eyes for only one.
Her heart's ablaze, but he has gone.
She must say sorry and take her rest.
Promising him, it's for  the best.
(C) Livvi
The Red Woman Oct 2019
it would be so
easy
if we were numbers and
figures
but how boring would it be
if we could calculate
each other
Mr Silence Apr 2020
The more I spend time with you, the more I like you.
Is it wrong for me to fall for foolish love?
The more I get to know you, the more I fall for you.
Is it wrong for me to want to be with you?
Then please don’t let this linger on…

I can only say that life seems so boring here for me,
but if you were to be a part of this life of mine.
I can only say that life would be full of joy for me,
but if you were to deny my existence and love.
Then please don’t let this linger on…

Because the more I dislike my desires for love,
then the more I will push myself away from you…
Leave any comments or critics, please.
CL Fjell Jul 2019
A rock sat still on sunken cloth
Dull and boring, shineless in her form
She had no cares, no wit nor love
Ignorant and heavy she sat still
Like a rock, forever staring at nothing
But taking in everything
And rejecting it all
Avestani Sep 2018
Look through the glass can you see me
Look through the book do you read me
Can't stop my flow it's revealing
Let's both break through our ceilings

Can't stop this symphony
(The opera clock started at 1)
Cant catch the melody
(who told you, that this was gunna be fun)
I want a killing spree
(the story they told was about true love)
Get this away from me
(the last scene is boring let's go do drugs)

With you and me there's something special
Note I didn't say it was good or bad
You and me need to see some professionals
Objectively speaking you drive me mad
Im shining gold, your aura is red and blue
I see you sidestepping my words you crab
Let's take a vacation I'll be right next to you
**** all your feelings, pack seperate bags

Taking tests to see who's the best
I'm lost in an ocean my arms need rest

Fall down and ill pound you in the ground
I'm hopeful today cause you wore a dress

Take two am I acting like you
My friends just all told me I'm playing the fool
Why the **** is the spotlight on me
I'm just in here crawling to try and get free

Kick open the trapdoor on the mainfloor
Phantom is here and he's scaring the crowd
I guess I get real loud when I'm angry
Don't you do the same

I got a million little pieces
Who helped pick a title to your thesis
I know you favorite candy's Reeses
Just tell me, do we even need this
Andronicus VI Dec 2024
Arthur knew his mother had died before anyone told him. Not because he was particularly close to her—in fact the opposite was true—but because there was no other reason for his sister to be calling him at eight o’clock on a Friday morning. Arthur looked at his phone vibrating in his hand. He was standing on the corner of Queen Street and early morning commuters rushed around him this way and that on their way to whatever very important business they had to do that Friday morning. Nobody noticed the man standing on the corner with his old-fashioned homburg hat, briefcase in one hand and phone in the other who was at that moment imagining yelling at the crowd, ‘Here, you answer it. Perhaps you’ll slow down a minute and remember your own mother and how many days it’s been since you spoke to her last’.

It had been eight hundred and forty days since Arthur had spoken to his mother. Anna, his sister, would text him every now and again to give him updates such as, ‘Mum’s been diagnosed with cancer,’ and ‘Doc says she won’t make it til Xmas’ and Arthurs personal favourite, ‘Don’t you think it’s time to make amends?’.

Arthur’s phone was still vibrating. The street crossing bleated and the throng surged around him. He looked up at the flashing green man and back at the screen in his hand. He would have preferred a text. Anna would judge how he reacted to this phone call. No matter what he said, he would be unequivocally wrong. Would she be crying when he answered? Probably. Would she expect him to cry? The crossing signal subsided. The green man disappeared, and a red one appeared instead. Arthur shuffled away from the road and answered the call.

He was right of course. He’d been around the block enough times to predict people’s behaviour though he was still a little unclear on how they expected him to react. Mirroring Anna’s wails of anguish seemed inappropriate. Instead, he attempted what he hoped would be a comforting approach by pointing out that their mother was no longer suffering. He’d intentionally kept his voice even, yet he could taste the bitterness in Anna’s voice as she retorted that it wasn’t the point. He hadn’t even been there while she was suffering, she said, and she supposed he wouldn’t be interested in attending the wake on Saturday either. In fact, Arthur had no problem with attending the wake. Now his mother was dead, she could hardly do any more damage.

Eight hundred and forty days ago, Arthur had had no intention that it would be the last time he’d see his mother. He’d gone over to see her like he did every six months or so, sitting in his childhood home at the table where he grew up, drinking tea out of the floral-patterned mug he’d gifted her for Mother’s Day back in 1982. It was all very familiar. And as usual, Arthur felt a smouldering in his stomach as he listened to his mother complain about her life and telling him how he should be living his. You’re selfish, she’d tell him. No wife, no kids; all alone, just living for yourself. Arthur didn’t live all alone. He had an aquarium of fan-tailed guppies, but he didn’t bother telling her that.

This day as he sat at the table only half listening to his mother, he noticed a pigeon had made a nest in the tree outside the dining room window. He watched as the pigeon fluttered down to the nest and two tiny gaping beaks popped up, squeaking for food.

‘Pigeons,’ he told his mother, motioning toward the window with the floral mug.

She and glanced toward the window and narrowed her eyes. ‘Vermin,’ she said. ‘I hope a storm blows them out of the tree. We don’t need pigeons around here.’

The steady smoulder moved from Arthur’s stomach to his chest. He drained his tea, stood up, walked the kitchen, rinsed the mug, and put it in the sink.

His mother shuffled after him from the dining room. ‘Where are you going all of a sudden?’ she asked.

‘I’ve gotta go,” he said. I’ll see you later.’

And he meant it. He thought he would see her later. But in the months that followed, for better or for worse, a peaceful kind of apathy set in before the smouldering subsided. He didn’t hate her. He just didn’t want to see her. Or hear her. Or interact with her in any way. Even when he heard about the cancer. The silence was too beautiful, like a spell that shouldn’t be broken.  

At the wake, Arthur sat down again at the dining room table. People wandered around the house like ghosts that didn’t belong. A few elderly ladies patted him on the shoulder and told him they were sorry for his loss. Anna glared at him and said nothing at all. She was preoccupied playing the mourning daughter. Dressed all in black, she went from person to person showing them how distraught she was by dabbing a handkerchief at her smudged eyes. Her husband and their two teenaged daughters solemnly distributed cups of coffee and sandwiches cut into triangles.

To Arthur, the whole masquerade felt like the final scene of a B-grade movie; predictable, boring, laughable. When the credits began to roll—the boring parts like cleaning up afterwards—all these spectators would get up and leave. This wasn’t their problem. It never was.

Arthur glanced over at the window. The pigeon and nest were gone (that didn’t surprise him). But the tree was gone too. There was nothing. Arthur stared slack jawed at the empty space until he found himself wondering if he’d imagined the whole thing.
KID23 Jul 2020
I’m pan, yes, that’s what I am
I’ll fall in love with anyone
Anyone
That’s what You said
But that’s *******, isn’t it?
i’m anyone but
i’ll never be an option to You

you could say I’m bi
Yes, maybe that’s it
I don’t care if they’re a boy or a girl
I’ll fall in love with anyone
I can love anyone
But can You?

Or is it just me
Am i never going to be
Good enough for
You
Am i too
Unappealing, too
Boring, too
Ugly,
for You to love me
To give me the same amount of attention You give–
HIM

I’m gay, yes, I’m fully out of the closet
Nine words i want to hear You say
(But You never will—maybe)
Because i’m waiting. But
What’s the point .
What is the point when
i am never going to be
Good enough for
You– When i am too
Unappealing, too
Boring, too
Ugly,
for You to love me

Let me retaliate, i think You’re
Mean,
Stuck-up,
Unsophisticated,
Selfish,
Bossy,
Attention-grabbing,
A whor-

No.
i cannot.

i don’t care what You are
i like You enough for me to Disregard
Every Bad Quality
You can be my perfectly imperfect devil
The Tom Buchanan to my Daisy
The cockroach in my bedroom
The cancer metastasizing in my body

Do whatever You want to do
Say whatever You want to say
i don’t care
i will try, to
Forget You, but You will always
Rein me back in, and
i know that i might regret this, but
Just remember

Cue music,

If You’re lost You can look
And You will find me
Time after time

If You fall i will catch You
i will be waiting
Time after time

Anytime.
just a heartbroken gay boi...
~ "Time After Time" by Cyndi Lauper
Apostrophe's Aug 2019
An overabundance of mobile devices
Gets overlooked, wonder how global suffices
The impact it has and most of the crisis
Might just get worse if we don't crumble the righteous
Stumble upon some new found glory
Poor me what the bumble bee's swarming
In the morning it's the same old story
Chores and boring laundry
Calming music for me affords me the sight
Of the light that's moving towards me
Cordially disagree with downplayed
Thoughts of your achievements for your own sake pause and file a grievance all the while reconciling with your choice to leave us
Mara Kennet Sep 2021
Everything is an illusion
The baby birds live on my balcony
I sleep there too--my confusion
I read Julio Cortazar
I shop at local Bazar
I dress at the second hand store I drink
in the park
Nothing can be more pretentious
but I fully embark
my emptiness, my fullness and my despair
I sleep on the coach, and I sleep on the chair.
I read many books and I know many words
nothing can be more sinful than serving two gods
Yes, I am so unusual but I am boring too
The Immortalist is in my purse
He is my king Tutahkhamun for the night
he is my curse
my interplanet flight
I drink *****. I am turning hands,
and I am burning my gods.
I am burning my guts.
I am making fans
Nothing can be more pretentious than
to die alone
Sunday Minsk, and despair
and I sleep alone...in the chair...
zxndrew Oct 2020
I hate the need to always make myself look interesting
The feeling of needing to make myself look cool or fun washes over often
“If I can just do X, Y, or Z than they’ll wanna see me”
When’s it gonna feel okay to be boring?
I know I am not infinitely interesting but I constantly feel like I need to be
If someone’s gonna love me they’re gonna love me in my silence
They’ll love me when I’m quiet and we can just enjoy each other’s company
I won’t always have something say and hopefully one day someone will understand him
It is okay to be boring
If I asked it would be awkward,
What you're thinking,
If I'm boring you,
If you loathe me,
If you're having a bad day,
If it's awkward because you have Feelings for me,
It so awkward.
Why.

I try and I try
To read into your dismissive
****** expressions.
Why are you so disinterested?

You laugh with others,
But never with me.

I'm angry because
I simply do not understand.

I'm angry because
An answer I cannot demand.

I'm angry because
My mind must be broken.

I'm angry because
Your thoughts must be spoken
If I'm to understand.
Nonverbal communication goes over my head, and awareness of that fact is torture.
B L Costello Oct 2023
Is that a woman?
I am really not sure,
I guess, for now, I will call them "her",
Is that a man?
Where do I begin?
I guess I will start calling them "him",
"Them"?
Oh no....that's a new story,
Somewhere we decided two genders were boring,
Sometimes, its confusing,
But, it will change soon,
"Those were the Days", called the tune,
"Girls were girls and men were men",
And everyone...
Sometimes...got called THEM
So confusing now.  First, it was just a recognition thing.....now I don't even know how to address people without offending.  God Bless Us All
Yitkbel Dec 2017
In the Woods

For all I know, I could be in a dream right now, no beginnings, no once upon a time, no long long ago; and perhaps no endings, no happily ever after, no the-end, and no non-arbitrary answer to the question. Of course, no one wants to read that, no one wants to be told that all they’ve ever believed in is a lie, what it is in the end, is what it was in the beginning, hopeless.

Everything is trivial, at least at the moment, at least that’s what I feel, well, I am who I am, is that not correct, or am I suppose to be someone else, or feel like someone else, the other I do not understand, the other I do not care for or about, the other I would never want to be, or the other that embodies, mimics, and mocks, all the sources and ends to my yielding to the scorns of life. No, I am only ME. That’s all I will be. Except, at the moment, and as

The Girl

Sitting in the subway, taking a stroll around the lake, all that time away from actually writing, your entire purpose of existence will-not rush to your mind-but simply all make sense.

Whether or not that is actually constructive is again, trivial at the moment.  Whether or not the fact that the absentmindedness afterwards undermines all that insightfulness that had came before it makes the entire conversation unworthy of being discussed by its entirety, is not important, or just not interesting enough for me to ignore the fact that I am, at this very moment, running through a endless territory of barely anything other than stripes of forests away from the occasional darkness that most would call night.

If there were anything beyond the soft grip of the crisp emerald fields of molds and fungus, the soft shower of the gleaming silver moonlight, the tanning hides of the shading elms, an occasional joy of a little wilder beast, and the deadly silence, it is not within my sight, and I must be heading towards it. Yes, there must be something else.

Something beyond this stillness, this stock-still, never fleeting moment in time; there must be an end that is not an end for all this seeking of the seeker. There must be a meaning in all the seemingly meaningless continuation of a standstill.

There must be a gift, a present, well just a difference, to be the spark in the storyline, but what is it? I could guess, but that’s expectation.

Expectation, the tail of the tale you will be chasing after that exists not, because, all that you would have believed in only exist within your mind.

Anyway,


The Tree

One of my branches caught beneath the cape, and scratched at her ankle. I shook, and she did too, but only so slightly. Perhaps it was the wind, well, for me, but for her, I would rather, it was the instinct sensing of pain, or may be just a itch. Whatever it was, it was to be felt; she felt it, and so did I.

She did not, however, respond in anyway, and quietly she passed on. This is a disappointment to me, sadly. Actually, it was more than that, I felt a downing of emotions, from the curiosity of a child to the most slight, yet the most intimate pinch at the heart, a sharp pain.

What did I expect, was she to stop and grant me a part in her story, in the flight of the has-been worldly, and leave everything behind.

Have I forgotten, once more, that I am a tree, the ultimate metaphor for permanence? Even at that, the fact that I cannot move is not the question, what should be asked is what more could be there for a tree; yes, will I always remain, when all have passed on, the response as always, is probably yes.

What is there then, to all this, why do I still remain? As a tree, where did I get a hope that there is a hope, and what exactly is this hope. Perhaps I just always tell myself to wait and see, yes, maybe that is it. I’ll wait and see.

I turn around, or I just turns my attention back around, expecting to see her vanishing into the distance, however, she had not yet passed me. This time, one of my other branches caught at the cape, threatening to tear off the shield, I tried to stop them, but again, I cannot move. As she defends, the instrument of disguise, also known as the mask, almost yields, and unveils the mystery.

She quickly stations it back in place, nonetheless, although my appearance is as still as stillness can be, with my quick wits, I stole a look beneath the golden disguise, and I was surprised, yet not so much as I was delighted.

She was gifted with a natural pureness in her features, plain, yet, upright, proud, and inherently, and elegantly innocent. The nobleness draws the most fear, shame, and sorrow.

If I could, I would, lower down my gaze, and the crown-how ironic-of my tree, not in admiration,  but in shame, the despicable, inevitable taunts of my conscience.

It is only now, that I have noticed as she had passed my way, that there is another player in this game, another character in this story. On her shoulder, sits the stereotypical shape of a petite and bright star. The light, lights my veiled blush of humiliation; she seems even more innocent, even more careless and naive, even more happy.

What is it, what is she smiling about; what is she thinking about?

YES, WHAT IS SHE THINKING ABOUT?

The Star

Well, I am her, so I would, or just, I should know.

The dreadful thing is, her identity is still a mystery; it doesn’t matter how close you gets to her, whether or not she is a princess, a ordinary farm girl, a boring city child, a dangerous assassin, or whatever she is, doesn’t just suddenly hop out in the clear for you. However, you can still sense from the baseline of our so called humanity, the little insanity our souls call intuition, an indecipherable comfort of our inner most consciousness, and subconsciousness.

I can see my own reflection from the back of her mask, funny how I can’t still see Her. Does it matter if I see myself, if all that’s ever going to change is my consciousness. Perhaps not, perhaps all I need was a sense of being, a sense of existence, to feel that extra undecipherable sense of bliss by mere proximity, I am with her, feels her existence, and that is all I needed.
Leah Shatzer Jul 2017
I've written this over and over but the words never seem to justify everything you are.
They only sum up who I am.
They are bleak and full of loneliness and even if you read in between the lines you can conclude that I am nothing more than an empty space to make this ******* letter seen full.
And maybe that's the problem with me.
Maybe I'm always going to be the one who goes in between everyone's lives so they have stories to tell, but I don't have a story of my own.
I'm the fill in.
And so I suppose that's why you left me because I was useless to your story now because you met her who is smart and beautiful and has the potential to write her own masterpiece.
So go ahead and forget me because I know I was and never will be nothing more than someone to fill your sparingly lonely nights and your sparse boring days.
I know I will never be more than a waste of time.
Zywa Dec 2020
At last in love again, wonderful
My girlfriend keeps asking
to filter out my pink

and to compare him critically
with the man of my dreams
but I leave to her the sober

and boring plainness
I prefer sweet whispers
and secret kisses

open me to spread fragrances
stretch me towards his eyes
and nestle me in the wind

of his stories, catch
life in full sail, endure
storms, cleave the waves

with double ribs
Ribs: the transverse frames of a ship
Double ribs: of man and woman (Eva), which makes the hull extra strong

Collection "The Big Secret"
DC raw love Dec 2014
If we  all felt the same
We would  not be different

If we would all agree
We would have problems

If we all like the same things
We would have no variety

If we all looked the same
We would be boring

If we all thought the same
We would be robots

If we never no love
We would be zombies
AngelAutumn4 Feb 2020
From dreams to sleep she drifts between,
Where visions dance of what has been,
In symbols marked by fates decree,
What strange things will she see?

Visions of old, or something new?
Connected thoughts of me and you?
Under light of lonely moon,
Bathed in pale and longing hue.

Or maybe wild chaotic fun?
Dancing with fairies to belief of none,
Perhaps there she’ll meet a king,
Both proud and twisted, a scheming thing.

And there they strike a bargain deal,
To a baser nature will he appeal,
To make a star of boring youth,
And place her next to lonely moon.

All to wish that she had not,
As lovely dreams are all but lost,
And in their place a nightmare state,
As startled sound jolts her to wake.

For hours there she longs and yearns,
For land of dreams to please return,
She thinks of him, the fairy king,
And casts aside the suffering,

Surely it was only dream,
You can’t make real a mythic thing,
Hours pass and she ventures back,
To the wonder of a dancing pack.

Around a throne of golden trim,
They make a play at behest of him,
They pause at her, but carry on.
For none dare cross great Oberon.

She takes a step and suddenly,
From behind a curtain she bounds and leaps.
“Great fairy king, ‘tis I you seek,
For a hand in marriage I offer thee.”

As if compelled she speaks the words,
With puzzled look as they are heard,
And walks onto the center stage,
As other actors seemed to fade.

All at once both there and gone,
Appears the great king Oberon,
To take her hand and lead away,
As per the deal that there was made.

An instant passed and there they were,
Amongst the stars above the earth,
And with a smile the king declared,
“Let no one say I am not fair.”

She cried in fear and looked around,
But from her lips there came no sound,
Too late she saw what she’d become,
A star opposed to glowing sun.

All to wish that she was not,
As lovely dreams had all been lost,
And in their place a nightmare state,
As startled sound jolts her to wake.

She looked up then towards the sky,
To catch a twinkling in her eye,
A lone star she’d never seen,
Had taken place where none had been.

For hours there she longed and yearned,
For land of dreams to please return,
She thought of him, the fairy king,
But cast aside her suffering,

Surely it was only dream?
You can’t make real a mythic thing!
Hours pass and she ventures back,
To the wonder of a dancing pack.
Chameleon Apr 22
I suddenly felt like
I needed to scream
or explode or
both.
I was hunched over
trying to coax a teeny tiny
***** into place,
listening to the two women
I work with be
scandalized by some girl
doing Onlyfans.
What a *****!? What does her man think?

Ugh YUCK SHUT UP
I wanted to burst.
Instead I hurried up
to finish this menial job.
I am surrounded by
boring people who
talk about boring ****
all day.
It is killing my soul.
ConnectHook Apr 29
Most poets now are boring clowns
Meandering, confessional;
Their muses quick to pawn their crowns
Claiming to be professional;
Credentialed by some stuffy place
That ruined all poetic grace.

Miss Chang is one. The current breed:
Murmuring, sighing in her tea—
Exhibiting neurotic need
To tell sad stories. Let her be.
She’s found her niche. She does her schtick
Repeating endlessly one trick.

We note the symptoms and the signs:
Turning dull maudlin thoughts to prose,
Then making of it ragged lines
(Post-modern sickness clearly shows.)
But adding line-breaks here and there
Is simply words in disrepair.

Poor dear, it’s clear she dwells in grief
(And follows funerals to the bank…)
We realize, with some relief
It’s not her fault. We have to thank
The avant-boring visionaries
Praising her obituaries;

Milquetoast academic schools
Of well-degreed neurotic fish
Who spawn such vapid bubbling fools
As fit for neither hook nor dish.
And thus, we’re left with Rupi Kaur
In this, the muses’ dullest hour.
PROMPT #29:
write a poem that takes its inspiration from the life of a musician, poet, or other artist.

...In which I turn my burning eye upon Victoria Chang
johnny solstice Jun 2019
"Chooze now!.." she said in a tone that left no doubt she meant business
"Would you prefer to be scared to death or bored to death?"
A wave of panic swamped my brain as I realised
being bored to death was the scariest thing I had ever contemplated
and being scared was about the most boring thing I could imagine

"infurra penny infurra pound" sez I,
as I tickle the clutch and hug the camber……….
the GS responds with her usual throaty grunt and wiggles her tailfeathers as I rattle the cats eyes-.
The soft-bodied moths bounce off my cheeks as I hit the ****-switch and all becomes bible-black
The bike leaves the descriptive part of the ****-backed bridge and I wait for touch-down…..

I wait……….

I continue to wait………….

All is still….. somewhere far off a badger is trying to dislodge a pistachio shell from one of  his nostrils by employing a series of short sneezes that sound like someone scratching vinyl…

still I wait……………….

And wait………….

The badger has resorted to cross-fading and a slight reverb but to no avail.

Time passes ……..

"Chooze now!.."
"a shooting star or a star gazer?"

the pistachio is evacuated with a satisfying "plop"
and the ground rushes up to meet the rubber………….
……………….and misses by fourteen and a half  feet.

I wait…………..

And wait…………
Johnnyqu33r Nov 2016
Scotch tape and super glue,
To keep me all collected.
Chewing gum and safety pins,
Those also work in a pinch.

Cement strapping me down,
When I just want to float away.
Counting sheep gets boring,
These days everything is dull.

Feelings are hard to organize,
Sometimes harder to express.
I can be really fine on the outside,
But this interior is a mess.

Some days I want to unravel,
Let everything just slip away.
My hands are calloused and dry,
From gripping too **** tightly.

I wonder how it feels to be weightless,
To forgive and forget and breathe.
To wake up refreshed and ready,
No glue or gum or pins or tape.
Brandon Kellems Jan 2020
Waiting in these lines
Can be quite boring
At times
Any person in their right mind
Would find something to pass the time

The thing that I found
To occupy myself
Is to occasionally pull one off the shelf
Give it a look
Peculiar are these things
That fill the book
"they are powerful"
"i try to use them"
"to liften my mind"
"maybe someone will find"
"these confessions of my mind"
I wonder... if I wasn't too scared to cry
If someone would have helped me
Bare my mind

But within these lines
Are the thoughts
That cross my mind
Well, just the ones that prevent rest
The ones that keep me up at night
To say all, there would never be enough time
The lines are how I cope
With the things that tug my rope
Callamasttia Jan 2023
I'm staring at the same sky again
I thought it wouldn't be the same
The air is cutting through my cheeks
The stars laughing down on me

Another year
Same story
Press repeat
Kinda boring

I'm staring at the same sky again
I thought I would be with you then
Hot summer night
I'm don't even feel sad but stoic I cry

— The End —