"brite" poems
Let's get some sunlight
Let's start a bar fight
We'll take our problems and forget we have to solve them
Let's take two tabs
Let's start a **** lab
We'll cover up insecurity with promiscuity
Let's sleep 'til Sunday
It's only Monday
I have to work at 2 but I think I have the bird flu
Let's call the drug store
Ask for a couple more
Insignificant reality crashes into banality
Let's make a hash pipe
Out of Brite Lites
We'll quote Pulp Fiction with Ezekiel's conviction
Let's start a fight club
Where we can make love
Punch me in the ear and then I'll disappear
Let's start a new life
But after midnight
There's a whole universe waiting to be uncovered first
Let's make a difference
Let's make new friends
Let's go where the wind blows but first I have to put on clothes
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 2:22 AM UTC
Stand close to me
I want to remember us
right here
right now
in that dress you’re wearing
in this light
or with a filter
ya, probably with a filter
we will immortalize this moment
in digital eternity
put ourselves in the back pockets
of all our friends
let them see us
we will become stars tonight
and though the skies are full these days
of lite-brite impersonations
I’m certain we will burn into forevers
I haven’t really noticed where we are
let the world fit itself into the top two corners
of our rectangular existence
like it matters anyway
I need to remember us
tomorrow you won’t be here
we won’t be here
wherever here happens to be
tomorrow I will hear myself again
with those lonely songs and cold hands
of an all-too-present reality
I need you to stand close to me
if I look back and see the world in between us
it will look too much like the truth I’m avoiding
tomorrow I will need to convince myself I’m living
and this will be my arm-length testament
there was a time and a place when we were smiling
pushed close together behind nostalgia inducing filters
if we can look convincing tonight
dress ourselves in starlight
block out the world behind us
maybe tomorrow I’ll believe it
shout your picture into my hollows
before the lonesome deepens
I need you in my back pocket
for those days my lonely soul gets wordy
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 12:53 AM UTC
*yonder wave wants to come on in
can't make it go away
try so hard to chase away
steel reserve*
1.
don't come cryin' on yo broken shins
who dat talkin' ova der?
yo muvva just ain't home rite now
take ya scraggy bags
and vamoose outta here
pick up dem rings 'round yo trappin' eyes
and lasso 'em round dat red fin
tackle yo chapped lips
afore dem ships fall in yo calyx-cracks
quit dat naggin' bitch-mouth
here, have dis apple, ma piggie
and dems eyes o' yours dat shine so brite
might as well switch off dat lite
hide dem leather-hands dat look like dry branches
wat, even da desert don't win dis contest
pack dat stupid head in a box
der ain't nuttin' inside a see-through noggin
hide dem silly hopes under a hevvy sea
or bury it under da soles of yo crazi hart
take yo blasted treadin' to some udder place
some dark mine where dey can use yo help
and all dem purty words on pages yo just lurve a-spewin'
ain't no party here for fools no more
2.
den, der some funny rhydm 'gainst ma door
pushin' dat big wave
pushin' dat big wave
I'm a-pushing back jest as hard
but dat wrestlin' wave jest a-growin'
keeps a-knockin'
always rockin'
gonna come crashin' rite in
*ain't no good wishing, ma beloved darlin'
so many fine dreams
running silent
in dem luvverly veins under yo kick-startin' tongue*
yah, yonder waves gonna make a breakthrough
some day...
(mebbe)
S T, 21 augury 2013
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 1:18 PM UTC
my party hats have been hacking this green ****
pitching these ill bent ravens and Q-tips
jinxing the midday with famine
and lightning
a brite spot of bother and dead garlands...
hard garters and soft mottoes
murmured in wisdom of dimwits
a false lovely.
needing things kills
and kills often
god ponders yonder as we dismiss...
but taunt.
you gain a third world
to keep your clean mind soiled
in brine
to pickle the pickle
indeed.
and
you haven't any sugar
in your tea.
Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 2:15 PM UTC
I'm Home
*I got my own place today
And I did this without you
Turned the key and unlocked the door
And saw the empty rooms
The empty rooms reminded me
That although you wont be here
I'll have a chance to fill the rooms
With memories I'll hold dear
I can paint the walls with colors
Brite and pleasing to my eyes
Cover up past pain and hurt
Now knowing I'll survive
I can look out each new window
Or look in and see the views
And never see a memory
Of the times I spent with you
I will place my pictures on the walls
Let your memory fade from view
And rearrange my future
To allow for something new
This new place I have will be my home
Where new memories will be made
It all began when I turned the key
As I walked in today
I'm Home
I'm Home*
**Carl Joseph Roberts **
Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 6:27 PM UTC
We will meet under the cheesy moon,
And candy stardust.
In a sea of dark chocolate.
Feb 10, 2011
Feb 10, 2011 at 7:45 AM UTC
Love listening to loose lips
Slowly sinking ships.
****** Babble from the rabble
Rousers. Staining their trousers.
All lite and brite.
All nite can't act rite
A rusty liquid ooze stain down the temporal side of tin gilded craniums.
Group think
Ramant
Me as fly on the ceiling.
Them as fembots reeling.
Wielding well honed scalpels
Between scapula. Smiling in faces.
Smearing feces.right left and center.
Enter at your peril.
Me.
I'm just a squirrel
Trying
To get
A nut.
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 10:42 PM UTC
A Straw Man Accessorized with Exclamation Marks from the Eighth Grade (Rainbow Brite™ © Glitter Optional)
I heard it, dude; it’s part of the nexus!
A floating island as big as Texas!
All made of straws, there in the Pacific!
It’s on the ‘Net, dude, it’s there, specific!
It’s a Russian plot, sponsored by Putin!
It’s on the ‘Net, dude, sure as shootin’!
Them plastic straws will soon bring down the grid!
They **** the whales; they even got a squid!
The science is settled; let’s make some laws:
The source of all evil is them plastic straws!!!!!!!
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 4:12 PM UTC
Deutschland
So many countries
der Deutsche die Deutsche
So viele Nationalitäten
All meant for memorization
Großbritannien
as if
der Brite die Britin
students are
Schottland
Robots
der Schotte die Schottin
But hey
die Schweiz
at least
der Schweizer die Schweizerin
I now know
Luxemburg
them all
der Luxemburger die Luxemburgerin
in German.
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 9:02 PM UTC
I Hate My Friggin Isp
I hate my friggin, ISP,
it's a source, of aggravation
down for this, or down for that,
satellite is in, wrong constellation
the sun's too far, or it's too brite,
can't seem to find, the moon tonite
that piece attached, on the left,
should have been put, on the right
Yes my ISP is a royal pain, I'm sure that you know
but you see it's always the same, no matter where you go
gave a call, said they'd be here,
if not today, then real soon
said can you please, be a little clearer,
same old song, with a different tune
so hot today, got jobs stacked high,
gee I'm sitting here, wondering why
excuse me sir, but I have to go now,
it's time for lunch, gonna eat me some pie
Yes my ISP is a royal pain I'm sure that you know
but it's always the same no matter where you go
two days later, this guy shows up,
says I'm here, to fix you good
studies his diagram, I says hey, wus up,
somethings wrong, doesn't look like it should
you gotta be kiddin me, are you nuts,
don't understand, how could this be
let me look more, while I smoke some butts,
then I'll have to call it in, while I watch TV
Yes my ISP is a royal pain I'm sure that you know
but it's always the same no matter where you go
Gomer LePoet...
Jun 29, 2010
Jun 29, 2010 at 4:09 AM UTC
Hurt
What a bad word
Worse then ****
Rip my heart out, it bleeds anyway
I'm gonna pack my **** and go
Down the road. To a place where a man can drown his woes.
The fluorescent Bud sign shines brite tonight.
I walk in.
Gimme a shot
And another.
Maybe one more.
I wanna see double and feel nothing
Cause I'm full of hurt
I'm torn apart
and that black hole in my chest is spinning
I'm sllluurriing my words
The ground feels crooked. Its at an angle.
I catch myself from falling
People are staring at me.
Don't look at me like that. Who the **** do you think you are?
You can all go to hell for all I care
Just as long as I got something to sip on
Or some hole to feel warm in
Or some stranger to wake up with.
I don't care.
I am full of hurt
I'm gonna take my **** and go
And on to the next one.
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 7:53 PM UTC
You have to admit, the future's looking bright
- with corona seeming to fizzle out a bit, with
cryptocurrency, the metaverse and the futuristic,
kiss-your-sister quality of lab-grown meat to
save the planet - yep, things are looking up.
Feb 14, 2022
Feb 14, 2022 at 9:12 AM UTC
Liking or licking hmmm maybe similar
Pain or pane smash one get the other
Steak or stake drive cattle or a post
The English confuses me most
Lite or light, bright or brite
Understanding is all that is write or wright or write
Oh who gives a ****
Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 8:28 PM UTC
he's made it to the leaping-off place
it was a beautiful stroll up
and the wind
makes hair feel free.
he's made it to the leaping-off place
the sky tides the wispy white dreams
of faraway things
but the ponderous rote
of the dirt
binds him and bids him delay.
and he writes—
*life looks so good in green, friend
a feet-light frenzy in polychromatic feelings
white white fingers on a lite-brite brain
pull out the pegs—time to feel insane
to let it all out.
sunshine rain from your cucumber eyes
if only the littlest drop
will make me whole
i'll make my soul an impluvium.*
the faraway below, and the folded wings
the sun, the moon, and the unimaginable pinpoints
of what wishes are
everything in the sky and earth
is in his head
and his hands are empty.
he's made it to the leaping-off place
and grass stains his jeans as he stares
lost in thought
wondering, pondering in a storm of
lethargy
the implications of leaving the ground.
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 1:15 PM UTC
Break Tiffany,
girl of the night
Holly go-lightly
pseudonyms delight.
I am catwoman
DC comics brite.
||shoo.shu||
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 12:44 AM UTC
A rosy-cheeked woman has a Light Brite cradled in her lap.
I see a handsome young man with a missing arm.
On rolls a beautiful paraplegic.
The woman next to me has a real fur coat stuffed in her Nordstrom bag.
I loathe this woman immediately.
A skinny girl across from me has a McDonald's bag full of food.
Three young Asian girls sit together giggling
while the one in the middle takes a selfie -
then the others critique.
A lady standing in the front looks like a fat mouse.
Miss McDonald's is on her 2nd Happy Meal
and fur hag is writing a grocery list upon her knee.
Lots of rare flesh, I'm sure.
The beautiful paraplegic has the token plump lesbian girlfriend
complete with a trendy faux hawk.
I bought Daniel and myself vegan cupcakes for our 6 mos. today.
One is lavender with toasted coconut lime frosting.
I hope he likes it.
Oh, here's my stop.
Until tomorrow....
Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 11:30 PM UTC
i remember every carefully constructed smile
that i composed for you
a melody
that i prayed
would snag you.
my eyes crinkled
into rainbow smiles
all their own
plump lips shaped
perfectly
dimples placed
with practice
just in the right spot.
you told me
over and over
"don't look at me like that"
jokingly
"you're destroying me"
you'd say
as you laughed
and smiled back
into mine
i wish i had known then
that every carefully composed smile
was wasted on you
you took my smile
and smiled it at a hundred other girls
you not only stole everything
that had ever made me smile
but you took my lips, too
no more
smiles
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 1:41 PM UTC
The silver sliver of a crescent moon
Cringes for its solitary state
Staring longingly into the city
The sky is black cardboard
With white shining holes
Like an old school light brite
Large white moths circle the lamps
Like little suicide bombers
While skeeters stalk and bite me
The night stills to the speed of silence
Even the shadows stand motionless
In fear of disrupting this peaceful repose
The long thin branches
Wave up and down
Saying good by
To that last good night
Light blue sky
Leave the leaves in the tree
Fluttering like spirit fingers
The night passes
Like the old year
Bringing in
Singing friends
And baby rays of
Sunlight
Going from cool blues
And black skies
To lighter and warmer
Morning colors
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 1:54 PM UTC
Sun shining brite, on the mountains below.
Light breaking through, on the new fallen snow.
Valleys and foothills, are impressive to me.
His love shines through the clouds, for all to see.
He worked so hard, six days of the week.
For all to live here, and for him we should seek.
The clouds are all floating, along the horizon.
Mountains are black, against the morning dawn.
Trees are all strung, along the mountain side.
They run from the mountains, up to the ocean tide.
The beauty of the mountains, and trees I can see.
But I also know without him, none of this would be.
And so I ask you, to help save planet earth.
None of this would be possible, if not of Jesus' birth.
The birds of the air, and the creatures on land.
We all would be extinct, if not for Gods hand.
And so I ask you, again I make this plea.
Because Jesus is comming, for you and me.
Oct 26, 2010
Oct 26, 2010 at 4:27 PM UTC
She Likes to Watch
her eyes are brite
with a smile of love
she is perfect in every sense
the wonder is there
you can see it
in her every movement
she glides on the air
seemingly without a care
like a smooth jazz saxaphone
she warms every heart
she makes every day worthwhile
every night a holiday
the depth of her knowledge
goes beyond any book
it is in her observation
she cannot speak
nor can she hear
but she likes to watch
Gomer LePoet....
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 9:50 PM UTC
whatever you are, allow it
wherever feel creeps, follow it
whenever rage leaks, catch it
ever in your spiral, route it
under your spectroscope
finesse the focus until
your pupils explode
Original Lite-Brite
patterns magnify
stills emerge
inner space
traversed
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 4:22 PM UTC
she came home with me &
we played with the lite-brite
until morning
happened.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 4:56 PM UTC
mmm... let me think
take a breath , and give my brain a tink
hold on ... let me speak
so ... I'm weak
everything I see , is a slap to the cheek
**
the days are fine , but your always on my mind
bringing me down , and I feel less then Devine
I know indue time, and all the signs
will bring me back up to the light
and bring me back to feeling Brite
they tell me it'll be alright
**
I'm tired of this mask , I can't breath
and I'm asked " how are you?" ...I'm good
but I'm doing worse then I preceive.
these feelings and emotions bleed out of me
every second feels like a eternity .
**
my days have stopped
and everything is unfamiliar
since my heart dropped
I wish I understood her
my field is cropped
with no minerals in my dirt
no matter how many seeds on top,
they all just get hurt
never will I gain that crop
it has all stopped
**
let me reminisce
on the past , that got me all ******
you got me wanting to not exist
and you welcome me not with a hug
but flying fists
luckly you missed
and we fell into each other for our last kiss .
and every bit of the respect , love , trust
was set aflame , ashed up , and dissed
we had a kid " yea we can do this "
then your gone and took everything
even my mattress .
no home , no car , no wife , no kid
still racking my brain for everything that I did
**
but it's alright , it'll be another quiet night
I'll drink my self to sleep like I do every night
and forget about all of our fights .
some day I'll be alright
even if its somewhere not there holding you tight
I may show wrath apon my self tonight
but my love is yours , unlike any other guy .
**
And I still hold tight to the blade that thickens it's might
Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 9:15 PM UTC
I am the streaks of red-green light refracted and reflected in the raindrops on the window of the night bus, hurtling through the city as it sleeps. I am the lonesome hum of a generator in an empty stadium. I am the orange buzz-hiss-buzz of a streetlamp in a quiet parking lot. I am a first kiss, a last dance, a slow sway towards death, a black butterfly ****** into the engine. I am the green fields, seen by aeroplane on descent, bisected by fingers of muddy brown river. I am the pain and the joy of a young girl, the shame and regret of an old man, the flight and the howl of a stray dog. I am the brite-white ice cream clouds, the heavy, hungry ground, and the gaping, gleaming, shimmering, sideways sea.
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 1:15 PM UTC
She takes the stars up in the sky
And connects their dots at night
Like a giant Etch A Sketch
Her own Galaxy Lite-Brite
Using neon highlighter
All the colors she can find
Drawing close the Cosmos
She closes both her eyes
Adding a bit of the abstract
She changes hands from left to right
On this giant Etch A Sketch
Her own Galaxy Lite-Brite
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 8:21 AM UTC