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I'm watching my every single step
I'm careful not to stumble and fall
One stone on the road
could lead to a landslide
And one broken bone
could ruin it all
I'm watching my every single move
I'm careful not to scare you away
The faintest blow
could lead to a hurricane
And one wrong word
could be the last thing I say.
I never knew where I had you.
Heath Leonard Aug 2013
Piece by piece, a broken heart shatters,
collapsing on itself, splitting apart;
Though there is no time to waste mourning.
Piece by piece, it separates,
giving itself away, to others;
Just to fill the holes in theirs.
Now just a chip, a fragment remains,
owner curled up around it for warmth,
hanging on by a single vein.
Nothing is left to give away,
without throwing away a lifeline;
Nothing can be harmlessly lost,
until people start returning what they borrowed.
Jeff Gaines Feb 2018
Hello everyone,

  I'm so very sorry … I feel horrible doing this, but I have no choice. You see, I have published my first book on Amazon/Kindle! This piece (and many others) had to be taken down because they do not allow published material to be available online for free. (Go figure) I wanted to leave the shell of the posts because I felt compelled to leave all your helpful and loving comments. (Silly sentimental, I know), but I also didn't want to just have the pieces disappear without an explanation. I feel bad enough as it is!

  I owe ALL of you so, SO much for all of your reads, love, and support. It was YOU that gave me the gumption to FINALLY get off my **** and publish! Thank you all for the warm comments, camaraderie, and encouragement! I will still be here, reading, uploading and just being the Rascal that I am. How could I EVER leave you guys?

  The book is called “The Way I See It – FictionPhilosophySoul Food” and it will be FREE for the first few days on Kindle Select, so watch for it, if you are interested. I hope that you go and grab it. If you do, I would also hope that you find it worthy, you would leave me a good review. That will help me get in the public eye! Soon afterward (2-3 days or so), it will be available in paperback.

Find the book(s) here: www.amazon.com/author/jeff.gaines

Or find the book(s), and all about me, here: www.JeffGaines.world

  Soon after, I also hope to have my first novel (a supernatural thriller), called “Wanderer” available as well!

  Wish me luck!

                                Big, Biggest Love,

                                               Jeff Gaines
The original title of this poem was "Sentient". After learning the meaning and concept of "Sonder", I found it was a far and away better title.

~SONDER - n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own.

https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/sonder
Big Virge Apr 2015
Be ... Careful what you say !!!
Be ... Careful what you say !!!

Don't talk about ... **** ...
in homophobic ways !!!!!

Don't talk of ... Terrorism ... !!!
unless you seek a vision ...
........ "Where" .........
Your form of Religion ...
is locked ... inside a prison ... !!!

Don't talk in ways
that state a case
for ... Shutting Down ...

" Guantanamo Bay !!! "

" I say I say ! "

"Yes, you say what !!!!?!!!!"

" Can I use my brain ? "

"Ofcourse you may
Just use it in,
A ... Certain Way !!!"

" A ... Certain Way ?
I'll go insane !!! "

"Well either way
you'll end up caged !!!"

" What, just for thoughts
I put to  page
excuse me saying,
but are you deranged !?! "

" Don't I have a voice
to express joy !?! "

"Of course you do
but we're watching you !!!"

" What, like Big Brother !!! "

"A little like that
but we call it undercover"

" Like Mr. Macintrye ? "

"Don't you ever get tired !!!"

" Well excuse me sir
I just don't concur
with the thought
that my brain
should just refrain
from talking of things
that bring me pain !!!!! "

"Sir, your form of complaint
now requires restraint
and if you don't, STOP,
you'll be detained !!!!!"

Now ......
I've just watched ...
Yes .... " I Robot " ...
and am ... A little disturbed ...
by ... Modern Plots ... !!!

Now actors are seen
on stage ... as machines
I ... Never Ever ....
would of ... dreamed ... ?!?

But ... that's the way ...
Things are ... these days ...

Robots ...
Now taking ...
Roles in ... Plays ... !!?!!

It ... worries me ...
that ... we may see ...
A ... Whole New Breed ...
on our .... TV's .... ?!?

X Factor ... Robots ... !!!!!!

PLEASE ... Surely Not ... !!!!!

IN FACT ... that's wrong ...
THAT TV Show's .....

Already On ... !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That's just ... A Joke ...
I'm sorry folks ...
Had to get that in ...
In Truth ... i'd really ...

" LOVE TO WIN !!!!!! "

Did I just say that ... !! ? !!
Man ... I Need a ... SLAP ... !!!!!!!!!!!

" Be careful what you say ... !!!
Okay ... Okay ... !!!!!! "

I ... " NEED " ... to write ...
....... " Nice Poetry " ........
before I meet ...
The ... " Censorship " ... Police ...

Those ... who claim
I should ... REFRAIN ...
from being a ... PAIN ... !!!!!

and should talk about

........ " LOVE " ........

and ... " Sunny Days !!! " ...


...... " WHAT " ......
World are ... THEY IN ... !! ? !! ? !!

They're ... NOT ... in the one
of my ... " Black Skin " ...

Problems ... I face ...
Don't  ... Lie Within ... !!!

Can't I talk about ... Sins ...
of ... New ... Racists ... ? ...

"Virgil son,
you must resist
you know your place
so just, accept it !!!"

What do you mean ?
I see .... I see ....
Hidden Away ... from ITV ...
and ... CLEARLY ... Yes ...
...... " The BBC " .......

" Indeed " ... " Indeed " ...
That's the place ... for me ...

A place where ... I ...
write poetry ...
and do not feed ...
" Deluded " ... Dreams ... ???

" They'll " ... have an end
to suit ... their means ...

But .... Will it protect ...
"Freedom" .... of speech ... ?

...... or ......

Fill a slot ...
Just ... because .........

I do hope not ... !!!!!

Is poetry dead ... ?

Is freedom locked ... ?

Is the answer in ...
My head of ... Knots ... ???

I'll do my thing ...
until i'm stopped ...

NOT ... by Those ...
who ... sit and plot ...

But .... Father Time ....
and ... all our Gods ....
who feed me ... words ...
to .... " Sit and Jot " ....

I hope ... that they ...
with ... " NO DELAY " ... !!!!!

Decide that .... " We " ....
have right of .... way ....
to say ... The Things ...
We ... WANT ... to say ... !!!!!

Those who choose ...
to ... " Entertain " ...

and those like me ...
of a ... " Different Strain " ... !!!!!!

Just like ... Blood ...
runs through ... My Veins

"So Do" ... My Thoughts ...
inside ... my brain ...

To ... Relinquish ... that ...
would ... Drive Me Mad ... !!!

Isn't that ... " Essential " ... !!!
to being ..... " Human " ... ?!?

Sharing views  
with ... Woman and Man ...

I'm trying my best ...
to ... " Over-Stand " ...

Why we'd want to ...
change that ... plan ... ???

It's hard these days
to live in ... " Peace " ... !!!

But ... it'll be much worse ... !!!!!
with ... NO ... Expression ...
or use ... for ... Words ...

These plans ... disturb ...
and seem ... " Absurd " ...
and may just ... Hurt ...

This place called ......

..... " Earth " ......

We need to express ...
to ... Ease our ... " Stress " ...

and to ......

" Communicate " ... MORE ...

NOT ... do this less ... !!!!!!!!!!!

That's just my view ...
But ... What about ... YOU ... ???

But remember ...

" These Days " ...

"Be Careful What You Say" ... !!!!!
Simply, a poem that relates to our ... " Apparent " ... "Freedom of Speech"
em Jun 2015
Woven over every girls
heart
are the words,
*handle with care
especially those who are going to date my little sister ;p

ps the poetry slam went pretty well, i won :) i really liked the expierence, i was just so into reciting those words that i poured myself into that i just forgot what everyone might be thinking because in that moment i was bare, i was me in my truest form... it was cool to be able to be myself. spoken word is amazing if you have not tried to write like that i encourage you to. even if it never leaves your bedroom. the process will give you clarity.
Umi May 2018
Walking on shoes of glass,
Will I find any hold, or will I find myself breaking down into pieces ?
The phantoms of a night's serenity rage to the nihilism within my questions, as painful wind brushes to the tip of my averted, eyes..
Breaking down into to the pieces of shattered glass, I cannot move,
Our dreams spilled and vanished when you let go of my hand,
Restoring the shattered pieces I can't leave you, I don't want to!
But even if I continue walking on these crystal heels, I'll fall once more, won't I? Yet I choose to step on this fragile, frail foot wear,
Though, the real question is, if you will be there to catch me again,
Careful steps, in order to maintain an elegant glance, to not break down again and shatter our hearts with the broken glass of misery,
Swaying back and forth, unsteady and unable to lower my guard,
I stare at the sight of the abyss next to the bridge we are crossing,
If the glass shatters and you are to catch me again we surely will fall,
But even so, verily we would fall down together,
And that is what I find very beautiful.

~ Umi
Jesus A Jan 7
Your picture is engraved
in my heart,
moving between our
light and darkness,
a sudden silence envelops our bodies
and your hair falls upon your face just so.
Adilson Smith Nov 2017
I would say
I love you with all my heart.

But that's not quite right.

For I love you with far much more
Than just that one part.

For instance,
I love you with my lips:
They pucker lovingly like filled balloons
Rising skyward in a knot.

I love you also
With my eyes. Like a ruly clerk,
They sieve your frame with careful affection,
Vitalized by every detail.

My ears, too, are full of love.
I can feel them during the night;
Thumping with blood
As you rise and decline
Asleep in my nook.

There are many others.
My eyebrows, so enlivened,
Agitate my face
And my toes, so excited,
Tense in my shoes
As though afraid of getting wet.

Other parts aren’t so conspicuous.
My arms plot in the dark --
They long to swim around your waist
And link us back to breast.

And my fingers, naughty things,
Scheme to tease your dress
Above your pretty knees
And above your pretty chest.

Would you believe,
Even my ****'s involved!
Though he’s more obvious
With his *****, open smile
And cheeky morning breath.

But chief of all my loving parts
Is my un-run soul
Unkenneled, at last,
Sprinting furiously
Next to yours.
# love #silly

Note -- this is very much a rewrite of Watsky's splendid and original "love poem" (worth checking out on YouTube).
erwood Jul 2018
"Careful, it burns." you warn
And you tell anyone who will listen
You post on the news and shout to the world
Of the flames that dangerously glisten

"Careful, there's fire." you cry
And you tell everyone to watch out
Because once the fire starts
All around you are screams and shouts

"Careful." you say "Careful." you caution
But you don't do anything about the flames
You throw water balloons in futile attempts
You think this forest fire's simply a game

"Careful!" you scream. "Careful, it's urgent!"
But no one hears you anymore
Because you're the one who started the fire
And no one sides with the wager of war

You tell me to be careful
And keep the lighter locked inside
But then you dump a gallon of kerosene
And look on at the flames with pride
Cné Apr 2017
the Internet
is how we met
it begins all the same
the devil in me is to blame.
again,
I have sinned
but where will it all end?
rhetorical
it may seem
historical
but like a dream
starting out fresh and new
with a flirty how do you do
and **** talk to ensue
but now with another who.
I think I am clever
dancing forever
but the devil
is not careful
with my artist's soul
swallowing me whole
not special or unique
one of many you seek
sneaking in my heart
to tear apart
when will I learn
that **** will burn
my eyes are blue as is my mood
Holding on to life with clenched fist
Worrying unnecessarily over this
Having sleepless nights over that

Why get thrown here and there like a dart
Mind wavering like a piece of feather
Blown haphazardly by the wind

Clinging to the past
Bothered about that which is to come
Missing out on the beauty of the now

Trading a firm ground for sinking sand
Wishing to turn back the hands of time
If only he would live in the moment

And let tomorrow take care of itself
It's not a sin to plan for the days ahead
But now is the only time we have
Who says tomorrow is guaranteed
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2018


-
I lived and loved someone
I suppose I loved the lie
But I officially closed that door
I hear you clearing everything
before storming out
I don't need to open it;
I'll always hold onto the memories
And I'm super glad that I moved on
I won't pretend
I don't need anything toxic
I've locked that door and
threw away the sodding key
A chapter I'm glad that's closed
Now, I can breathe and focus
on me
What's done is done...
-


Another chapter closed...
I'll keep my eye on the horizon.
Be back soon!
Lyn ***
Cné Nov 2017
Lies and deceit, it's all around me
Lies and deceptions, two bad surroundings

I see no point, I see no end
Those are enemies, who I thought were friends.

I see and hear it, find it hard to believe
They don't want any good, but only to deceive

I don't know who to trust, everyone's a target
The things they'll do it’s hard to forget

Deceit and deception, over and over
The chances of good friend, like a four leaf clover

Be careful of personas or alters unknown
Hidden behind a profile not wearing perfume but rather cologne
aih Aug 2018
Do not crave me for the petals bloomed around into a beautiful bright red spread.
Do not crave me for the leaves decorated around my body in a dance with the light breeze.
Crave me for the thorns around every part of me for that is where my truth lies, where all of me is real and vulnerable.
Definitely written after Anne Bronte: “he who dares not grasp the thorn should never crave a rose.” My all time favorite quote.
Her face displayed a smile,
Her skin made out of false matters,
She painted herself in gold.
How beautiful where her skin,
Her skin striking in the sun,
The paint shone bright,
And inchmeal, she melts.
How could you paint
Plastic out of gold?
Have you dreamt of a world
Filled with her infamous thoughts?
Have you lived in a world
Where her existence
Is just a living nightmare?
Beings? Night terrors?
All because of a
toxic Barbie doll.

You sit by my wooden dresser
There in the corner of my bedroom.
Sweeter you look in front of me,
Than the way you chatter behind me.
Every piece I hold onto,
Thee steal and smirk...
Doing it as if I have not yet caught.
You loved taking my heart into your palm.
Breaking them into pieces
And would make ******* out of them.
What a waste for me to let you
Break it for me.

Call me bossy,
Maybe I’m just clever.
You could be so jealous
I guess I’m just smart.
Do you have those brains, too?
I’ve heard you had none.
You’re pulling me down,
While you had nothing to brag about.
The best of me,
Oh that **** of yours,
I give it my all,
While you had none.
Responsibility, what a word.
Recalling the first times,
You seemed to look innocent.
It was memorable
for you never liked me,
Neither did I.
“Best friend”?
It is such a believable name,
Isn’t it? But, I don’t remember it.
“Stop being my friend”
******, then leave me behind.
I would not be the one doing it for you.
Opening your diary,
While you never read mine.
You ask how I was,
I answered, “I’m fine.”
Your concern? Angelic yet fake.
Look now who’s a Barbie in her smile.
I  am not playing puppets,
I just knew what to do.
I just had a lot of things in mind,
Wishing you told me yours.
I saw those words you held against me,
“She’s this girl and she’s that.”
You little ******, don’t be such a brat.
My mother taught me gossiping is bad,
Why do you do it to me?
I looked like a villain
but I was just a victim.
Oh, I learned in my life...
How I could say “no”,
It is brave, little one.
And to learn is to never trust
And to never talk to a Barbie doll.
Never talk to a Barbie doll!!
Careful, guys. I wish for your safety.
Never love someone who doesn't deserve that love.
Some people are just fakes.
The zeros and ones, all the zeros and ones
It is time to dive in to some binary fun
Just the zeros and ones, all the zeros and ones
We're not ready for this
But too late
It's begun...

In this game that we play
There's no way can be won
And no doubt that someday
All mankind is outdone
But "no way" they will say
"Just relax and have fun"
'Cause there's always a way
Not the absolute 'none'

Good luck never can stay
Of the minimum one
An anomaly may
Find a way to outrun
All the safeguards in place
What you spin is now spun
This new enemy faced
Can't be beat with a gun

Giving birth to a race
Artificially one
That's not from outer space
People smart are now dumb
We can't keep up the pace
So we will be outrun
Relegated to slaves
Or perhaps we're just "done"

Nothing more than a waste
Have a purpose that's 'none'
Masses taking up space
Can not hide or outrun
Destined to be erased
Yet somehow we're still stunned
Ending the human race
For A.I. has now won
Written: November 9, 2018

All rights reserved.
[Anapestic Tetrameter format]
I became a ******* because my parents are *******. Their ******* lifestyle inspires me. My house is decorated in celebration of lesbianism. My friends are ******* who live in similarly-designed homes. My family's coat-of-arms depicts 2 ******* in moral combat with an abortionist.
D Awanis Oct 2016
I remember they once told me that
music is the best time capsule

It's where people keep their secrets and feelings;
of their insecurities, their mistakes, their sadness, their first cut,
and even the wounds and bruises that invisible to the eye

It's where people let their wildest dreams alive;
of the one they can never reach, the one that will never come back, the one that got away without proper farewell

It's where people store their most sacred memories;
of their first kisses, their first love, their first dance, their first bucket of roses, their first heartbreaks

So they were right after all,

Music is dangerous, yet addicting; it can either tear you apart or put the pieces back altogether, it depends on what kind of ghosts living inside the interlude

Thus, be careful who you listen the music with
some melody is louder than the others
Today I played the music box you gave me on my seventeenth birthday. How odd it is to realize that music sometimes can be a time machine, how every strings and clinks bring me back to you—towards you
Nick Stiltner Apr 26
The lotus, I choose the lotus!
The ebb and flow the shore it goads us
Static focus, a layer peeled off and cast aside
The tide it whispered it spoke to me
but I turned I looked the other way
Upwards roads and downwards roads
Set the rock aside Sisyphus,
Bear the weight no more
Stare in lost, in vacant eyes at a boatless shore
The lotus, I choose the lotus

Wayward streams, down and around it floats us
And spits us out,
Our isolated Elysium or tortured chamber
It’s a matter of where you spend your days, in or out
On what you rest your eyes upon,
The whirlwind, the spinning cannon
Fates bolt it shoots us in twirling spiral
And all along from the corner lit dim
Float the soft tunes of a harpist,
Deft fingers pluck the taught strings,
And her eyes overcast, cloudy grey
Stare vacantly out like person drowned

The lotus, I choose the lotus!
The sweet nectar it covers it soothes me
Puzzled pieces glue me, paste me together
Pluck me, toss me, say that I flew
Let’s play who knows who
Be honest who really knows you
Reflection from the lake,
a familiar face it greets me
Whirlpool tides, how they rip they pull us
Oh the lotus, give me the lotus!
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