"concretes" poems
Flashing numbers; this isn't a binary
sequence but the universe has got me
wondering. 01001011010101011
combinations of 2 create infinitesimally
complicated creatures, craters, croutons,
castrations, cancers, colons, concretes,
convulsions, corn-cobs. 'Where is my
mind' by the Pixies; wish I'd never heard
it before. No simile metaphor for what's
next, swooping ultraviolent. Almost like
skin being ripped off so I'm nothing but
bone and muscle. 'With your feet in the
air and your head on the ground,' the
dam snaps and floods my Amsterdam
cheeks like New Orleans; scrambling for
roof I drown. Scrambling for roof I drown.
'Try to trick and spin it, yeah,' polka-dots
and floaters; bacteria in my eye dives into
the ocean and makes me wonder which
flew bottom and rounded-dust to eat *****
on sea-floor. 'Your head will collapse, but
there's nothing in it, and you'll ask yourself,'
mashing cellphone numbers now; mashing
cellphone needed now dad pick up please pick
up worlds end pick up mom pick up I need
to know I'm real I need to know there's truth,
'where is my mind? Where is my mind? Whee
erre is my mind?' the world fades into itself and
what crosses mind is death but no, why? No,
need. Dad picks up to my heaving sobs. Rational,
collected. Collect call. World freezes.
Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 9:13 PM UTC
uncomfortable itching skin
wooly sweater clung around
my neck. closed fist around my
chest. tip-toeing, balancing
upon eggshells around myself.
unwilling to utter the two
syllables. thoughts tugging on
leash, restricted corners too
dangerous for venture. fear
of the uncomfort, of acceptance.
but there are times where
self-control is out of reach
where it strays, undetected.
heaviness of slumber suppresses
barriers, finding my way
back to you. and for those
eight hours i find me
in your arms, dancing to
jazz tunes. and for those
eight hours you lips taste
of peppermint and cigarettes.
and for those eight hours
i finally feel the comforting
warmth of your voice and
the musical tones of your
laughter.
to my dismay, the sun
ultimately rises and time
comes that i must wake once
again. brief moments of normality
and confined happiness. once again
the cold sinks in and
my chest concretes, lump
in throat and strained vocal
chords. once again i
find myself on the ledge of sanity
and hysterics. and then i
realize i've always been
this way.
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 1:05 AM UTC
And I'm suddenly terrified
As your life collides with mine.
One move this way or that,
You always appear.
You're my unspoken focal point,
Where if you were suddenly to vanish,
I'd be lost in my own world.
I didn't ask for this;
So is this a cruel twist of kismet?
A subtle realization?
Or am I simply over-thinking this?
And I'm suddenly terrified
As this fatal absolution concretes itself.
This can't be a tale of Wonderland;
No real mystique or query in sight.
And I'm suddenly terrified
As every moment
We become closer.
However,
Closer only under sincere observation;
We share no same feelings,
We share no common beliefs.
All we are
Registers in the brief moments...
So here we stand,
Always in sight,
Always in mind,
But never together.
Oct 12, 2011
Oct 12, 2011 at 8:51 PM UTC
the hours pass like minutes now
I collect them under the covers
as their pressing persistence
deafens with each dream.
my mother enters the room
in an effort to wake me
from the dead, to try and
mend the broken bones
you yourself left.
why does she have
to clean up your mess?
my own guilt concretes
my chest, paralyzing me further.
to hear my mother’s concern,
her worry. but I have felt
this heartbreak many times
over. your fracture lines are
all over my body, some are
just easier to hide than others.
I stay in bed and dream
of how you stayed. of how
you chose me. back to
Sunday mornings under covers,
our smiles visible by the gray-lit
sky. I can still feel you skin
running beneath my fingertips.
so I stay in my bed. and that
should be none of your concern,
it’s the only way I know
to survive knowing you.
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 12:01 AM UTC
I am forever lost among the boys riding bikes
under an orange sunset
On the concretes next to the spires
and the old shingled rolling roofs
to this sparsely populated plaza,
mid-afternoon of Winter
in another hour it'll be dark and rainy
we can taste it in the air
but now I am alone in abandon
singular light casts a singular shadow
because they are no longer with me
I think it's meant to be this way when we grow old~
At least that's how it's always been
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 3:43 AM UTC
Sun does tickle his dreams on the blazing pave
when pass by him countless feet honking cars
fires don’t burn him nor do elements make him slave
upon him the street dirt is powdered stars.
In the luxurious cushions bed is a veritable thorn
sleep defers or visits not eyes’ awakened nightmare
men burn power to being breathing to the morn
while his eyelids at dreams’ wonder gapingly stare.
There’s a kingdom carved by him where gods don’t reign
a few picked crumbs magically brew metabolic bliss
fairies stir laughter misty angels wipe out pain
the moment his head the concretes kiss.
It isn’t hunger that in his deepest bowel gnaws
but a gratitude not battered by existential flaws
for being gifted a mind broke free sanity’s laws
be just there amid rush an island of pause.
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 1:20 PM UTC
I see my breath upon the air
out into space my eyes stare
I find myself without a care
Let us hope this moment never ends
The world is what my mind transcends
Millions of stars shining so bright
My feet lift, I am up in flight
Go towards the moon, follow its light
I go so high but suddenly drop
I fall to earth I cannot stop
Falling down at incredible speed
Flailing my body in the air
The concretes embrace is what I need
That is how I end my astral affair
May 14, 2010
May 14, 2010 at 12:26 PM UTC
Can the man in the iron mask feel this emotion tonight?
Can the shiny face, the living place expect to make it right?
Through the metal, through the handsome, ugly, living dead.
Through the cortex, all these thoughts are floating through my head.
To die, to life, a toast, we see,
The way we meant, the things we sent,
Were not too great to be.
The trips keep going, whispers flowing,
Can't escape it, tried to fight it.
This level, not so high,
Pressure builds, so does the lie.
So does the torture and the sanity,
Greed, the lust, the sloth and vanity.
Too much hell to walk at night,
The concretes hot and turning white.
Cracks and canyons break the surface
Of your morals of your purpose.
Time is leaving, clocks take flight,
Wings of steel that shine so bright.
A heavenly body to steal from my dreams,
Or so it seemed.
As he had deemed.
Don't want to die but I'm to young to live.
Don't want to lie but I'm to selfish to give.
And it's far too late,
The wall is too great,
The bricks, the mortar,
Marble, and slate.
Said you dreamed of blue and gold,
So your dreams could soon be told.
Green, green star, green, green nightmare.
Don't resist this green, green nightmare.
Feb 1, 2011
Feb 1, 2011 at 4:46 PM UTC
I miss wet rain on buses
I miss crowded subway stairs
I miss noisy streets in public
I miss breathing ocean air:
I miss walking in the snow
I miss snowmen building high
I miss concretes slushy flow
I miss children stepping by:
I miss eyes of pretty girls
I miss old men sitting too
I miss seeing squirrels creep
I miss streetlights switching hue:
I miss walking to and there
I miss waiting crosswalks tick
I miss coming home all wear'd
I miss sleeping after six:
I miss waking up at nine
I miss dreading morning days
I miss my recurring life
I miss living life again.
Jun 4, 2021
Jun 4, 2021 at 10:37 PM UTC
devouring fires
the sky's made vast
ask eternity to heal
from those whom desire bleeds
the smiles decaying
the universe filled with the remains of stars
use days embrace to melt those with glass hearts
with a haunting mornings breath
time concretes over life's color
bring and give
While I lay here dead
Jan 23, 2020
Jan 23, 2020 at 2:23 PM UTC
In this jungle of sky scrappers
Mountains of concretes
Surrounded by the dark air
Noise of cars and all you hear is the fast pace of life
Give it a break
Look ahead of you or maybe tilt your head up
Don't you see a beauty?
Something magical awaits your attention
Hey there pretty!
Oh you reveal so much
A unique feeling every time
And I can stare at you forever
Thanks to you I could still have a glimpse of nature
Your existence is marvelous
I close my eyes and still have that image of yours
You bring me peace from with in
Each day I look forward to seeing you
And how you would look today
It's giving me a different hope each time
Also a peculiar story that leaves a smile in me
May 16, 2017
May 16, 2017 at 8:28 AM UTC
The forgotten handshake is already embarrassingly serious; as the imprint of chalk-faced faces will you be an aggressor, or perhaps a conciliator who will redeem your loved ones?! Conscious fear runs through the rails of your laid soul! The effort to get there is everywhere! A family home may not be waiting for who really deserves it! Everyone stops near the top of their careers if there is no broker or protégé behind them! Confidence can also be gained with insufficient professional qualifications!
What makes a man of shipwrecked spirits disappointing and wild is the prediction of **** Fashionable idiocy, which, like a good thing, sticks to the human character and leaves a pimple behind as a cold! - Chirping nymphs, flirting with prostitutes as flirting prostitutes, while having a solarium pass instead of a mind! Fallen prophets, as a rigid rule, tend to flee from wolf laws; the Vibrant hits the exposed concretes of firewalls!
In the throbbing glands, the vigor arises; phlegm disguised as help Promise! A crisis that replaces ambiguity; awareness is roaring among sizzling critics! The double cordon raises an objection if you really want to know others! Kushadnia wonder why in every Age a person should be, who is average?! The child of flattening compulsions is back! In the vegetation below, everyone is scratching and flattening their own benefit and there can be no more procrastination; what kind of pathetic over-regulation binds us to the Present, in which the living is forced to bribe ?!
It is always a surprise to snag a bump! "The temporary throbbing is tired once I have the ingrained fear in me!"
Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 2:07 AM UTC
some concretes break,
for a wildflower to thrive.
IA
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 9:48 PM UTC
Depression,
some said that it is a problem with the mind
but for some, it is just merely a term for sadness
that taken for granted, it just became a norm,
that should have never been, because
it is more than a word spoken at midnight,
a label for the shattered concretes left inside,
not a song for the dead waiting for sunrise,
it is not even written at the back of drugs,
or *** or loneliness. It is not an alarm clock
to hear first thing in the morning because
all you ever wanted is to finish the day.
It is not even written as disclaimers
on boxes of blades, or pills,
or wishes of being gone. It is nowhere
to be found in maps for people
wishing of a home from the coldness.
Imagine, voices owning yourself
as you hear mutterings at unholy hours,
and a war inside of yourself as if
you were taught how to win a war.
Your fingers tremble like twigs almost broken
by the wind passing through.
Still, you wanted to be drifted away,
somewhere far, where you can be free,
from the whirlpool stirring inside of you.
It is not just an excuse for someone to
lock himself inside the bathroom,
and think of ways of killing himself.
It is not spoken by the sound of electric fan
buzzing to break the silence of absence.
It is not a seesaw at a park because
no one would push, and there is no force
to pull you back, and gravity
does not always keep you in-tucked.
Depression is trying to loosely tie
the laces of your shoes - anytime
you would lose at one end or another.
It is pulling rubber band, with
elasticity pulling you that you do
not know how to stand in between
because you would always fall
at one side.
And you tell it to people
not because you want them
to tell you that you are okay.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 2:07 AM UTC
A bird once flew
over a sun lit sky
concretes of golden
and towers he flew.
Distracting for a moment
my peoples worried woes-
distracting for a second
the way our child grows-
I know now whenever
his wings of silver pass
I know our sore silver
will forever last.
<3
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 5:51 PM UTC
i remember
sitting on the curb,
sipping a venti café latte,
and pulled
the last cigarette out
of my patched-up
leather jacket,
i waited on you,
but it rained
my hand upon
my head, i placed
and ran fast
to the side street
near the crossroads,
the rain pummeled
the concretes,
crackles of thunder
at the distance,
i was
on my way home,
i supposed,
but i missed
the taxicab,
i remember
sitting on the curb,
soaking wet
in the rain,
tried to light up
the last cigarette,
and the coffee
gone cold,
i waited on you,
but you never came
Jun 15, 2021
Jun 15, 2021 at 6:47 AM UTC
Your Mount Olympus fortresses
Erode and then they crumble
When my Trojan horse of truth invokes
Unholy Roman rumble
From down under to the jungle
Made of concretes I be steppin'
For the Amazons I'm reppin'
Down to earth, I'm crackin' wise
To the starways I be trekkin'
With a metalcore aggression
Down a dead end street oppression
Up the chain
Of command
A Hindu caste ascension
I'm a lion-hearted man
Cub learnin' from Bageera
I don't fear ya'
cuz' I'll sheer ya'
Khan on some Tarzan drugs
Aheeeyaheeeyaa'n all the Clayton outta my lungs
With a wicked tongue
Venom fangs
Icy veins and monkey brains
Acid spittin' bigger bangs
Where the silver surfer hangs
You will find me chillin'
Like a villain
Drawin' blanks? Let me fill 'em
With the guts that I be spillin'
I be killin' your God willin'
Let me finish, you diminish
What your faith can not replenish
Are the energy resources
You relinquish to the menace
That the devil still endorses
This four horsemen rule enforces
An apocalyptic foot race
To the end of days
End of times
End of all the real divines
Locked inside the mind confines
Imprisoned by the color blinds
Open up and step outside
The system's crooked party lines
Left is wrong, wrong is right
But freedom's always black and white
So leave it, take it, you can't fake it
Higher powers? Easy bake it
Peace through war, you do not make it
Law and order? Fuckin' break it
Rock this world which'yo earthquake ****
Feel the supernova sun
Explode within as you become
The impetus of synthesis
The universe of life and death
Creator of the infinite
Dimensions in a single breath
Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 2:32 AM UTC
Sometimes life
Builds up to a point
Where you feel
You can't
Ever reach the top
Sometimes life
Rolls on ahead without yah'
Rambling so fast
Rambling so hard
You don't know if it's
Ever gonna' stop
Take a step sideways
Take a step back
Loosen your grip
Lessen the slack
The stars are burning phosphorous on the horizon
She's got that blood red colored hair
Listen as the moon laughs yellow and bronze
I'm only thinking about you darling
I'm thinking about what you said underneath the moon
Can it be our ship has sailed?
Can it be our letters have all been mailed?
I'm at a loss without you
I'm at a standstill with you
What do we need to do babe
To take this pain between us away?
What's there to do
When there isn't anything left to say?
I've got a nickel in my pocket
A quarter in my eye
Lately, every whisper I hear
Turns out to be a truth
I wished had turned out a lie
The world keeps turning
With or without us
The wind keeps blowing
Indifferent to our own opinions
If we're up to ***** or not
To die today.
To
Die tomorrow.
It really makes
No
Difference to me.
Concretes warm
Underneath my feet.
With shattered chandelier eyes,
She winks, beckoning me
To follow her to the vent.
I'm a mystery
I'm a fool
I've learned all I can
But I still don't
Have the tools.
It's all too serious.
I'm too late.
What was once clear is now
Opaque.
As I burn the letters we never wrote,
Outside my window is a boy
Who wonders what their life would have been
If he'd never spoke.
Searching again for that
Right
Note.
Standing on my tip toes
Neither hating or
Loving:
My neighbor
My brother
My sister
My mother
My father.
All the light through the blinds
Is blinding me.
Every sound I hear
Is a rumpus cacophony of half-promises
And incoherent swears.
I've made amends with my sin.
There, on the other side of the room, lies
The bin.
See to it it's empties,
Cleaned, and left back the way it was
Before you leave.
Absolute terror.
A knot of guilt and sadness tied
So tight,
It feels glued together;
You feel
Scared.
Eyes are languid,
Heavy, fluttering.
These voices all around me
Are unclear, muttering.
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 8:19 PM UTC
I do not understand what "in the moment" is
I've always drowned myself in the past, focused wholly on the unpromising future
What is happening right now, does not matter to me
What will happen in the future, scares me
Everyday I wake up surrounded by the same concretes
The same ones that echo my silence when the moon greets
I am tired, I am exhausted
I am tired of this momentary bliss
*I despise living this life of pretend,
forever wishing to start again.*
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 9:35 AM UTC
Is it wisdom, age
Or pain of gravity
That concretes Heaven
As an unwavering
Sacred place to be
Memories of my past
Life quite divine
Each New Year to come
Swells forth wisdom
Silencing my heart
Setting my mind to numb
My soul longing for the spring
Blooming youth once again
Freshness of discovering
Who I have become
Where I long to be
My swells with nostalgia
Comprehension my true
Destination is heavenly
Befitting blissful beauty
PEACE
Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 12:25 AM UTC