"breifly" poems
I dream of a society
Where the ideals of beauty
Are less focused on superficial concepts like one's waistline
Or how decrepit their smile lines made them appear
But rather one where the focal point of unanimous adoration is,
As corny as this may sound,
One's morals and where they land on the gradient of human compassion
In this utopia,
The elderly aren't seen as catalysts for repugnance and a wrinkling of noses
But rather as symbols of eruditeness and beauty
The type of beauty that influence or money can't obtain
And it may be conceivable that instead of wasting my days squandering over my physical appearance,
I can just fritter away the days
Strumming my ukulele along to the tune of my American dream
For I have yet to actually awaken from my adolescent slumber
Breifly enough to grasp my dream from the bubble floating above my resting head
And nestle it securely in my pocket
So it doesn't forgo me
In search of someone less complacent with bewilderment about their future
Who dreams of social and economic prosperity
Instead of someone who's apathetic at best about whatever career choice they've chosen for the week
Maybe that's just it
That maybe I don't want the conventional American dream of fame or fortune or recognition
Is it feasible that maybe my American dream isn't to rise from sqaulor into a soulless mansion
Whose corridors boast success
But lack warmth and presence?
I suppose that my American dream encompasses more than just America itself
It lives in the eyes of every human being on the face of the earth
It's nestled in the gaze of a starving child
And the stare of anyone who's ever felt a tongue's razor edge
And all I'd have to do is delve into their eye sockets and plant a seed
A seed of hope and compassion
Or whatever I deem fit
Perhaps I just want to shield myself
From the world's disapproving glances,
Those fleeting moments of eye contact that convey condescending judgement
Maybe I'd just like to make a difference to things sans the media’s snide opinion
But despite my juxtaposition to society's critical assessments,
I know that I can't run away from my fears or problems
So maybe I dream of a society
Where I can remain headstrong even in the face of opposition
Because I'm aware that not everyone's going to love each other
And spout sweet nothings about peace and understanding from their hind quarters
So maybe I'd like to help be a driving force
That wards off the world's shadows
So the sun can continue to shine on my American dream
Aug 14, 2012
Aug 14, 2012 at 11:14 PM UTC
Heavy footsteps pacing past my door
Stopping breifly, only to start again.
Slow footsteps moving down the hall.
Stopping with soft sobs.
Soft sobs nearing my door.
Light footsteps following closely.
Light footsteps falling silent.
My doorknob starts to shake.
Everything goes quite.
There are no sounds.
Only glances.
Heavy sobs break the silience.
Only deafened by the comforting hug.
Heavy footsteps retreating down the hall.
Echoing the heavy sobs.
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 6:03 AM UTC
this is a love letter not a goodbye.....
it has been a year since our argument
and so much has changed.
maybe it's because we are on different sides of the revolving earth
or maybe it's because you just don't care any longer.
but i thought i'd take the time and write you this;
i still love you.
and i’m sorry my last letter made you feel nothing
and i’m sorry that i had to leave and i never tried again.
this past year i’ve been thinking about us, you;
where we went wrong
and where we didn’t.
and i guess i still don’t have anwser; all i know is that you gave up on me quicker than i gave up on you.
i hope next summer when i visit we can finally close the wound
because to me it doesn’t feel like it’s been bandaged, only sugarcoated…
but i guess that’s what we do for love.
when i picture my life, still at home,
i picture you and i;
and what we would have done together.
everyone says we would have gotten together; they couldn’t guess for how long; but they knew.
and mum says i would have taken you to my dance and we would have laughed, kissed and made terrible jokes and pulled pranks on people we didn’t even know.
i heard you’ve been hanging out with the wrong people;
i always knew that would happen.
and it pains and disgusts me that you’re throwing away your life;
i want to fix it so badly
but i don’t think i can from my dim lit desk halfway around the world.
when we’ve talked breifly;
i try to make your life a living hell
so you know what it feels like.
but then i remember that you just don’t care.
and when i asked if you remember what happened that cold july night;
you respond
‘no, i just don’t care.’
and why would i want to be with someone like that anyway?
my last letter was confusing,
i admit.
i was angry and upset and i just wanted you to love me.
but i’ve learned now that you can’t make people love you.
and i’ve learned that if you really want to say something…
...say it…
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 8:06 PM UTC
It was not love at first sight.
I was not immediately grasped.
Intimicy only breifly binding.
We are like animals
can't get enough.
Nature is silenced
I see you, for the first time.
Intimacy is oh so blinding.
We are like animals,
nothing more.
My feelings have no sound.
Expectations I know can not be found.
My feelings shut.
But all they want are to climb.
To reach you and find you.
Wanting to feel something,
buT no nothing, nothing at all.
My feelings like vines.
Only brush the surface,
but they want to tug at you.
They want to take ahold.
Just to feel something, something at all.
I want to wrap around tight.
You have vines too.
They are starting to intertwine,
but its getting tight
to tight to breath
I can't make a sound,
I am silenced
My affection starving to run unbound.
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 3:40 PM UTC
I don't think a lot,
but I do a lot of thinking.
I don't drink a lot,
but I do a lot of drinking.
And it doesn't seem to stop
this feeling from sinking,
or my all seeing eye from blinking.
Breifly breaking my hindsight of the future
and disrupting my focus,
but you know what the joke is?
I'm fine with that.
And I find myself finding that,
absolutely hilarious.
So I laugh in the face of the scariest
demons and monsters
that your insecurities can conjure.
I believe I can beat them
because I know they can't defeat me.
I have an army of faith,
swarming and storming towards the creatures
easily slaying the doubts and questions,
hesitations from transgressions
attempting to slow my march.
But amidst all this bloodshed,
I must admit my head
is quite clear of all fear.
Instead filled with knowledge,
and if not that then belief,
and if neither are the case,
faith takes their place.
Oct 4, 2011
Oct 4, 2011 at 11:18 PM UTC
Into the thicket of brambles and thorns,
Where the weak hearted die, and the stronger mourn.
Tread softly my lamb for you know not what it poses,
The danger of stopping to breifly smell the roses.
The start maybe green and vibrant with life,
But the farther you go, so greatens the strife.
Tread softly my lamb for these thorns don’t abide,
To the laws of our God and great pain they hide.
Hold to the trail and center your path,
If you stray but one step you’re subject to wrath.
Tread softly my lamb for a slow wit entices,
The evil surrounding like simmering spices.
In the day travel and find shelter at night,
For the dark beings fester in the absence of light.
Tread softly my lamb and ignore all thier pleading,
For the shadow filled brambles can be very misleading.
Avoid other faces like the tell tail smoke,
None stay friends and hands will constrict as you choke.
Tread softly my lamb and be wary of vices,
For all will strike back with much higher prices.
I have trod on these trails and wisdom I earned,
But I’d have none if I hadn’t from misstepping learned.
Tread softly my lamb but do take some chances,
For with every mistake your knowledge enhances
Aug 15, 2010
Aug 15, 2010 at 10:11 AM UTC
The Government's World Wide want to appoint a Spiritual Guide Of the New Age...he is already here. Known by many names "The Anointed One" the "New Ressurrected Savior" behind his Mask Of Purity & Benevolence exists a thin veil that only the TRUE followers of Christ shall be able to distinguish when everyone else will be doomed to believe a LIE for the TRUE Nature of this Mortal Man. He will dominate the Nation's with a powerful voice and will entice and bewitch whole Nation's into believing in him due to his Accended Power. That power is UNHOLY and shall allow him to speak in tongues, prophecy things that will come to pass, heal the sick, revive the dead ...even so much so as to say and Blaspheme in the Holy Tabernacle Of God claiming to be "GOD" his multitude of miracles and wonders will make people question their TRUE SELF & their Faith. A man of stern character a pieus man who will dignify his Zeal among the Nation's as Ruler Of The New World. The Holy Bible talks breifly of such man who's sole purpose of confounding the masses and creating a false system of protection, peace, prosperity & love. This Final AntiChrist will walk inside the Temple Of The Holy Of Holies...and in turn gain new powers and create miraculous manifestations of Angellic Like Beings on Earth. BEWARE because his final objective is to manipulate the most powerful man & woman in the World to overthrow GOD'S WORD & his books. Powerful Pawns with powerful demonic influences are moving this World slowly creating a system of what may seem like "peace & protection for everyone" when in all reality they are staying the Earth for Christ's Return. Brothers & Sisters in Christ...remember to do good and pray for one another & genuinally love that neighbor it's all coming to a bitter end. Perhaps, out of reading this someone will see it the way I do...in Black&White Crystal clear. God Bless You & your Families,Communities and Land. GOD IS IN THE JUDGEMENT THRONE READY 2 JUDGE EVERYONE ACCORDINGLY...BE PREPARED!!!
Sep 11, 2019
Sep 11, 2019 at 8:08 PM UTC
Affinity for the moon I suppose.
the fireflies
cold air.
I've felt happier at night my whole life
Sitting in elementery popcorn reading
Headphones plugged into a PSP
Blaring mindless self iindulgence
Putting me to sleep
So I could level up my nightelf hunter in World of Warcraft
watch Naruto until 5am
And sleep through social anxiety.
For awhile I woke up at 4am to serve you coffee.
Seven years addicted
I loved that too.
Traded coca cola for bkack coffee
And an eating disorder
Now Im a graveyard shift worker.
Manjc smirking at untold stories in assisted living
Goldmine of consentrated Wisdom
Parkinsons orchestra Doctorates
Politicians preparing for death
Rabbis still flirting with nurses and remembering the whoke torah service by heart
When they cant remember their wives name.
Wives of Men that played god until they met him.
Breifly
Before the trap door unlatched
For my death.
I like to imagine a big desk
A wall of glass
The top of a grey tower.
I want to Birth a skyscraper.
I want to stand staring out my wall of window back turned to my desk.
And
watch how beautiful stasis can be
As the trap door caves beneath me for my sins.
I want to leave someone behind to tell my story.
My journal is someone.
I'm a night owl
I am alive most when the world is either sinning or silent
And I refuse to die quietly.
Or before I get my Desk.
Or my window.
To watch the sun rise and fall
But never stay.
I am not meant to watch things last forever.
I am a night owl.
I enjoy this world for all the endings.
This is my favorite part.
Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 12:51 AM UTC
Fell into a red hell,
Unintentionally, as I lay on the brink of "awake" and Dreams.
Others could not tell,
The coherence i keep, save for them, as I lay
Not fully asleep.
These dark hours,
I observe with my ears and wonder.
Has it melted down?
The things that i feel in the air all around
Has their sanity drown?
The way that they speak to each other...
Caught in this house of ghosts
All i really want is to get to sleep tonight.
Honestly, I've tried
Approached by black salvation,
I arrive to a new time beyond what it was before
Venturing forth,
I see the friends that I left int he dark have not moved at all.
Perhaps they are drunk,
Acknowledging their stasis and return to my sleep.
Has it settled down?
The stench of madness engulfing the halls
Wandering around,
They have become intruders.
Thier spirit hovers high,
Confused as thier bodys,
struggle to survive
This Demonic metamorphosis,
The light has gone once more,
They've returned to what they were before.
The body and minds united once again.
These people, I know
But THESE demons, I don't
Last night, leaving their stain on EVERYthing.
Madness still runs thick in the air
My,
vision narrows,
embraced,
by darkness,
ambiance,
is altered,
by,
surreal noises,
Desires to feel and dispense this terror,
Breifly haunts my mind.
The bottle is empty, save for 6 red tears
of memories still held tight.
Soaked in from those whom I love
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 10:03 PM UTC
And there's something that happens
When we talk
When we touch
As our buttons unfasten
Pour feelings into *** and such
Trying not to overthink each action
No matter how I try
Cannot avoid distraction
Sounds of ecstasy amplify
When our hot blood flows faster
Worlds halt breifly and stand still
Irresistible desire becomes my master
Leaves me desperate for your thrill
Mar 11, 2020
Mar 11, 2020 at 12:26 AM UTC
The dial clocks in at smooth jazz
And out the window californias
a smudge of wild finger paintings.
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 5:30 PM UTC
gray grace, it grows on you a certain
days taking tolls making us bend and bow
strange bedfellows become us as we go
the smiles come easier with every
belief we held when young to see anew
through falling hair and cataracts like dew
on misty memories held close and left
to go to where we are on a way to
go very breifly, so we gather rainbows
try to learn new languages pass on the
little bits of life we learned experienced.
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 10:52 PM UTC