"enoughs" poems
Genau, enow, enough
after the confusion,
we all could make a sound, okeh,
yeah
and we still
knew a shaken head or hand or fist
had meaning beyond words and noise
my words, their noise, barbarians all, but my
loved ones, still,
my nana Even , none could say a meaningful word
Ah, papa Eber, eber he be waving sayin'
Shhhhlome. wow. a word, I was
re connected re tied re ligamented re tendoned
re nerved re *****
re bled
re breathed
inspire me, expire me, think me immaterial, no mattah
nomattatall we stick together, gone bealright
begrudge me not a bit o'livit ity, a st-utter here'n'there
words, in wars, we always win. We are war's
raison d'etre, as they say, its
rational grounds for existence, its
excuse for being.
words are the instigators, provocateurs
no wordless insult results in war,
words are needed,
otherwise
fugitabowdit, how long? Seven times? 490 times?
no,
once, each time, no more.
enoughs the evil enoughs enow.
the weapons of our warfare, how can I say,
watch
we see salient leapers trampling the vintage, seeping
from the heel wound in the beguiler's head.
That's results.
Angels sing and dance, they never tremble in the night,
the hope we never lost,
we just forgot, they remember as if it were the same,
yes, today, forever
they whisper,
go on,
there's more to living than meets the eye.
enough has always had a plural, ask Sam Johnson.
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 6:07 PM UTC
This is for the forgotten ones
For the in-betweeners
For the never-good-enoughs
This is for my strong people
Who struggle daily to find their footing in a world that seems to take pleasure in seeing them trip
For the second choices
For the I'll-date-her-if-I-have-no-other-options
For those who always feel alone
For my fighters
I understand you and I am so proud of you
It is not easy to live the way you do and yet you are breathing
This is for my forgotten people who simply exist while no one cares
I'm with you and
I care
Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 8:19 AM UTC
Fiery free moments
Are coming for me
They took us to London
Then New York City
As clear as the gel pens
You had while you lived in the sticks
Along with Slip'n'Slide
All the boys you played with
Always paid for your tricks
When the bizarre ill-willing troche
Trap men in their snares, and everywhere
it seems everyone's begin to stare.
Into my eyes (As a tug boat and its bride)
My dad's corduroy ties (In the closet upstairs in the basement)
You wouldn't dare, would you? You wouldn't dare
I embraced the tide that took away our guts
our stuff
when enoughs enough
enoughs enough
So carry around your game in handwritten pamphlets
While you delve into the reasons you didn't want them laminated
When I spoke to Commander Owens ("Let's say the town didn't go wild")
But rather you and I I
Left too long perhaps another time
Remember, Remember
Recital time's at noon
The pianists' laminate cut off the last bar and he's starting in 2(2)
The priest asked Justin if he'd come in earlier too
Venomously he cast aside the bride and groom
So we played Slip'n'Slide for the wedding party in our living room
Dancers start on the left then double-back with the left inside
Turn their bodies, dip their hips, restart and double-back to the right
But before the wedding party, she proposed to him with his favorite song
In the San Francisco Airport arrivals, when he turned the stereo on
Parked at curbside pickup laid down and started Slip and Sliding.
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 6:26 AM UTC
i used to be sad
i used to be sad
all of the time, gnawing at my nails
and bleeding burden in my mouth
as i daydreamed disasters, always
straying from words like "love."
but you taught me that happiness
is not anything that you ask for
when you see happiness,
you seize every crevice and angle and
corner of it, it is yours -
but only if you do not ask for it
you taught me that
there's too many creeps of sunlight
hiding between raindrops
as they fall,
too many open oceans offering
anchors on their beds to pull
us down under,
too many "not enoughs" and
not enough of anything anymore
because everyone is always
asking
you taught me that
if i want to glide along railroads,
i musn't turn into a bullying engine
that shouts and kicks and pushes,
but i must turn into the girl
who knows exactly what
freedom sounds like
and you taught me all of this,
you taught me
everything about love,
without saying a
single
word
Dec 30, 2011
Dec 30, 2011 at 10:55 PM UTC
As a child I never knew the colour of my skin made a difference to the person within
I never looked at myself wishing I was someone else
I never had to stand in line or in a place sat behind
I never had to take a seat, at the back that was there only for me
No one ever refused to serve me because my hair was black and curly
No one ever made a joke because my eyes had a slope
I never had to appologise for the colour I was inside but judged on the outside
That's because my skin is white and hides all of me that's inside
It hides the struggles my forebears had for being foriegn and blended black
A mix that was made from love alone when someone said enoughs enough!
So the colour of a loving heart that joins another to give a child is all in all who we are
No white no black just what's inside and no more from fear should we hide
Look inside we are so much more than a label another put on us
Close your eyes we are all the same
Is it so hard for you to love that way?
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 2:45 PM UTC
We stand,
Drawn ahead by the light,
We seek it,
It shines for us like a seductive saviour,
Because in it, we see repentance.
We walk,
Pushed forward by the screams of our pasts,
We move on,
It is what we are raised to do,
Because looking back would hurt too much.
As is the attraction and rejection of living,
An insurmountable sensation,
Like iambic pentameter of a Shakespearean play,
We are loathe to stray from it,
So we draw from what we have learned,
Our trials, our triumphs, our "not-quite-enoughs",
But we never turn back,
We keep our eyes to the sunrise,
Because we have nothing if not hope,
Of a better day.
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 1:29 PM UTC
There's not enough chocolate
to fill this gap
you've
left
There's not enough tissue
to dry these tears
I've
cried
There's not enough pills
to numb this ache
I'm
feeling
There's not enough sunlight
to warm me
as
you did
There's not enough moonlight
to comfort me
as
you did
There's not enough words
to express how
I
Miss YOU.
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 10:59 PM UTC
The Slobber Mouth lives deep down south,
hunting the Ner' do wells.
with candy canes and wooden trains,
with buzzers and with bells.
With fur of green, that's never clean,
and eyes so big and red.
Four filthy paws with unclipped claws,
he fills the woods with dread.
Spiked tail and horns and teeth like thorns,
fixed in a scarey smile.
A big black nose and ragged clothes,
make up his unique style.
Baiting his traps with midday naps,
false promises and lies.
with wasted hours and April showers,
and soft spoke lullabyes.
Dust bunnies hop but never stop,
and never are they caught.
For they are wise to slobbers lies,
and all the gifts he's brought.
The Mites and Motes in winter coats,
so quickly scurry by.
for they too know never to go,
where Slobbers presents lie.
The feather bed floats over head,
the carpet thick with fluff.
He stamps his feet knowing he's beat
and screams enoughs enough.
He packs his sock and checks the clock,
so soon the house will rise.
Stomping away to sleep all day,
and hide from prying eyes.
Beneath your bed this sleepy head,
sits down to scheme and plan.
Tomorrow night if all goes right,
I'll catch the Bogeyman.
On tippy toes in bedtime clothes,
his teddy in his hand.
He waves goodnight to all in sight,
and leaves for faery lands.
Feb 22, 2012
Feb 22, 2012 at 7:11 AM UTC
Teenagers are unresponsive,rude and destructive.
Mood swings and attitudes are everywhere.
Drama queen stop over reacting.
It's just a phase you'll grow out of it.
Anxiety attack :
there over reacting!
Depression:
just get over yourself !
Self Harm:
attention seeking!
Enough Enough I can't take it.
A jump off a building, a noose around the neck, swallowing pills, and a bullet through there head.
When will you see, that everything you say is killing me.
Stop being weak, stop crying it will never get you anywhere.
Maybe I'm just not built for this world.
To many wants and not enoughs.
Maybe my body should lay to rest.
Stop over reacting, stop letting them get to you.
I'm trying but its not working.
Stop being a drama queen, GROW UP!
freeze
The jump made me feel free
The noose hurt but my last breath didn't
The pills made me sick but I felt better
All I heard was a loud bang but felt nothing.
Society ruined us
I could have a family
I could have fell in love
I could have been a Doctor
I could but never will because I fell victim to the demons in my head and the monsters that ruled my reality.
Just A Teenage Thing?
That thing ended my chances of every being anything I wanted to be.
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 11:31 PM UTC
The thankful eat what they can,
The never enoughs send back every plate
People need people
Masters need servants
Servants don't need masters
The wants have because they have wants,
Beggars can't choose but they don't choose to beg
May 8, 2013
May 8, 2013 at 3:16 AM UTC
I wish I never saw your face
I wish I never heard your voice
I wish I'd never given chase
I wish I never made that choice
I wish I never felt your touch
I wish we never shared those stares
I wish I said enoughs enough
I wish that I just didn't care
I wish for different circumstance
I wish we never had romance
I wish that I could change my stance
So future love could have a chance
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 9:55 AM UTC
I'm tired of the judgement I face every day,
the what are you doings, the why would yous, the you don't knows.
I'm tired of the distance that grows between us,
The once a week chats,The Ks, the byes
I miss the days gone by.
I'm tired of the sadness my self inflicted pain,
The bitten tongues, the doubt ,the you're not good enoughs.
I'm tired of this stagnate cycle,
these confused feelings, this constant weight on my chest, theses thoughts of suicide...
I'm tired of all the things I love dying
My family, my friends , my hopes , my dreams.
I'm sick and tired of all these false promises, ideologies and philosophies,
Life gets better, if you try your best you will have no regrets, patience is a virtue, we are one.
I've fought,
To only lose.
I've accepted others,
But been rejected by most.
I've waited for my chance to arise,
just for it to never come.
I've done everything I can to better my life,
to no avail.
I've kept my pain in me from
effecting others around me,
letting it fester never seeing the light of day.
Now all I am is tired,
And I'm tired of Being tired.
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 5:25 PM UTC
Will I fit?
Or will I stand out in this world made for perfects and filled with not good enoughs.
Will they jeer, and judge, and take this time to make themselves feel better?
I am who you think I should be,
Yet I am me,
And I still think I should
Ignore my pains, and wonderings of
Will I fit?
Jun 19, 2012
Jun 19, 2012 at 6:14 PM UTC
So here's to you,
here's to me,
here's to everything we wanted to be.
In a world of the not-good-enoughs,
the half-remembered-maybes,
maybe we can be enough,
you and me.
Feb 13, 2012
Feb 13, 2012 at 1:36 AM UTC
I don't want enough
I want more than enough
I want one thousand,
One hundred thousand
Enoughs
I want enough to feel like
Nothing.
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 1:47 AM UTC
I woke up this morning and it happened
the same thing at first
I looked for you and I found you
(posting pictures to Facebook with your new friends)
(posing for Snapchats of your shots and your beer pong skills, because it's important that people know you're fun!)
I looked for you and I found you
******* up to others, proving your worth)
(doing what you want in the moment and forgetting about everything else, because you can explain it all away tomorrow)
I looked for you and I found you
and I used to feel
(jealousy, because I have never understood why everyone else matters more than me)
(anger, because I am so tired of the wanting, the waiting, the wishing, the what ifs, and the why am I not good enoughs)
I woke up this morning and it happened
I looked for you and I found you
and finally
I didn't feel
Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 7:44 AM UTC
My face is not that of beauty queens
*the indention in my forehead
shows that clearly*
My hair is not as shiny as most
***** brown and limp*
My neck is not that of starlets
*I have a double chin
when I look down*
My chest is not that of a model's
I could pass for a man right there
My stomach is not a six pack
*having babies
stretched me too much*
My bottom is not smooth at all
stretch marks all over
My legs are not that of a dancer's
*chicken legs
I've heard them called*
My mind is not that of Einstein
I'm still learning everyday
My heart is not made of gold
*there are days
the blackness comes through*
My soul is not white as snow
*it is tainted with life
harsh words thrown to it*
I attempt to overcome my faults
*walk as though I have
nothing to be ashamed of*
*But in the back of my mind
There sits the forever*
Not good enoughs...
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 10:40 PM UTC
Oh sweet astroid giver of relief.
I wish an astroid would hit the earth, everyone goes home together, no one left behind to mourn, to suffer anymore.
Enoughs, enough!
Oh sweet Astroid, I can't leave them behind to deal alone with the terrors of life, please take us all.
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 3:12 AM UTC
.
... cool breezes ( it is so hard
To talk of loneliness )
::
we would **** each other
( & we do ! )
To avoid the agony
""
existential terror !
( we are so confused )
Oh dear dear child !
)(
There are some things we've got to do !
""
What ?
( softly in due time
Dear child )
:::::: :::::
we are here in these
The days of great tyranny
The slaughter of the multitudes
The freedom of greed
//
We are human beings
In a state of great alienation
And all common ground
Is being stricken away
•
This is simply so dear child
And with it we must contend
)(
But we can do so with grace and love
And dignity
And even bring to earth
That peace that we all deserve
Again
;;;
( we'll get to it in due time !
Let us please go slow and easy )
;:;
well
Perhaps for now
Enoughs's been said
::
Time for me to take a rest
And renew my gentle breath
To a state of greater strength
.
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 7:35 PM UTC
My life has been filled with so many almosts but never enoughs,
That my heart is giving up on ever finding love.
Nothing has ever been special or beautiful or wonderful.
Except for you.
You were always wonderful.
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 2:31 AM UTC