"epically" poems
I swear I'm leaving right now
Yet I'm still running around in a rush
&& STILL no pants on
They lie somewhere on my floor
If I don't leave now I'm going be late for sure...hmm got everything.. OH WAIT!!!
SERIOUSLY...again..WOOOOW
FUUUUCK quit messing with your hair & put down your BRUSH!!
**** 15 minutes later **** & I'm still NOT gone
Almost out the door...
SON OF A BITCH...WHERE THE **** ARE MY KEYS..GREAT!!
Now speeding like a police chase
Weaving in & out of traffic lane by lane
Trying to beat the clock & it's tick tocks
A sound I SERIOUSLY ******* HATE
I'm barely on time, a few minutes to spare
It is a WAAAY too familiar race
It's an endless ******* trend, driving me insane
It's like a whole day of me wearing matching socks
SOOOOO, SO WHAT if I'm occasionally always LATE
At least I'm always never not eventually there but still at least there
&& DOESN'T MATTER where it is I'm going
If there is a specific time of arrival expected
Don't tell me that correct time
UNLESS..... In all actuality the arrival time is actually irrelevant
Since I know you have a "PARTY ALL THE TIME" way to celebrate
Then please keep on shuffling when my face is showing
Lateness is something I've so EPICALLY PERFECTED
If I had a nickel for every time I was early, I'd have a MOTHER ******* DIME!!!
Being on time & I have just always been so distant
That's why punctuality & I will never relate!!!
A WHITE RABBIT
GO, GO, GO
NOW IT'S MY ******* HABIT
WOULDN'T YA KNOW
ALWAYS IN A HURRY
YELLING "IM LATE! IM LATE!"
BUT I UNDERSTAND THAT FEELING OF WORRY
TRAGICALLY IT'S NOT THAT EASY TO ABOLISH OR ANNIHILATE
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 3:27 PM UTC
Things I like nowadays
are: one, the way you look at me when I laugh non-stop.
You would tell me to stop or,
"What is so funny?" or "It's not that funny"
But you dare to stare at me and smile.
two, the way you stop me from running away when I am ****** off
but fail epically
three, the way you chase me when I successfully get out of your hold when you stop me from running away
four, the way you say 'I love you'
five, the things you say that made me smile
six, the comfort I feel when you hold my hand
seven, the way you suddenly call me to say 'I miss you';
eight, nine, ten to infinity; there is a lot of things that I like nowadays.
But there are things I hate nowadays
one, the worries I have thinking of us
two, my tears
three, the way I always forgive you easily
four, your bad habits;
thankfully it does not reach infinity.
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 7:26 AM UTC
It’s like spreading your arms in hopes of flight –
Catching the wind and holding it just right…
Every subtle gust grasping your body like a sail,
Winning the battle against gravity without fail,
Fighting through the impossibilities, the improbable,
And entering the realm of weightless freedom - unstoppable…
Soaring above the clouds of an orange sky,
On passed the day and into the night we fly –
From here to the moon and beyond the stars,
Floating through the cosmos - leaving the world afar…
Gliding passed this adventure like an epic dream,
Not bound to conventional rationality, or so it may seem…
We find each other dancing amongst the clouds,
Circumnavigating the universe like gods, reckless and proud –
Revelations of astronomic proportions are manifested…
Escalating our feelings, as we now become more invested,
An Armageddon of emotion, epically destroying the world; vying,
For your love – for my Darling, your love? Well, it’s like flying.
Sep 17, 2012
Sep 17, 2012 at 10:43 PM UTC
who is the toy in this delicate, intimate, savage game
the player or played, the dom or sub, the boy or girl
who has the power, the control, the authority when holding another’s heart
lay down, surrender, savor the sweet intense distillation of love and lust
what is the price you pay for limerence my dear
power lies with whoever cares the least
in a landscape of open graves
every love story are tragedies, always will be
tomorrow is never promised, not ever
you can not fight who you are
you will lose, tragically, epically
when the pain is greater than the fear
meaning, feeling of infinite hope disappears
the light fades to black, you plunge to the emotional depths
unbridled passion becomes overwhelming fear
ask lady Murasaki, “autumn is no time to lie alone”
the blossoms have fallen, the sweetest fruits picked
winter is coming , days grow colder, nights darker
the fire dies, only embers glow, in the center of the hearth
who has the power, the control, the authority when holding another’s heart
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 10:13 PM UTC
dear friend,
trying to participate
falling and failing epically
perks of being seemingly invisible
to the only one you see
don't want to wake up on your own
so you accept the love you think you deserve
put them first and now you know
this is how a wallflower grows
your friends they see it, live it, breathe it
smokey parties and poorly lit rooms
synthetic happiness, the only way to get by
fragile hopes and dreams
you know everyone and no one
watching their daily lives happen
but nobody stops it takes a second look
at your wilting petals and falling leaves
below average, psychos together
"welcome to the island of misfit toys"
somehow a place of belonging
and now in this moment, you feel infinite
love always,
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 11:04 PM UTC
*Good sir, I remember when our adventure first began
At that party, among many hugs and the odd “I love you man!”
After that life has never been quite the same
You brought another sun into my world, for me to bask in its flame
In time we got to know each other and it grew brighter until
You made me a Protagonist, and I joined you in battling evil
However, you were so sad for reasons only you can really know
For its true the greatest enemy lies within, and it’s not easy to show
But we all cared for you so much, and again our days grew brighter
After all, you are a Protagonist, and at heart the greatest fighter
Together we overcame all, defeating the darkness we ever faced
With the mages power, the warriors skill, the ninjas stealth and haste
And while you may sometimes feel sad, as the good-hearted often do
I will always say; this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you
For when you tire from life’s battles, and all others fail or flee
I will always be by your side, for you to lean on me
Even when I leave the world, and am set free of this mortal coil
My spirit will be there to guide you, through all hardships and toil
Though I think you will seldom need me, no matter your feelings hue
Because you possess a unique soul, one Beautiful, Strong, and True
Though yet many sunny days and moonlight night lay ahead, filled with laughter, good times and a friendship most epically won
I think our adventures, Sir Brandin, have only just begun*
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 8:04 AM UTC
The Beatles are your jam,
I like pink Floyd.
I see the music scam,
Controlled and devoid!
My idols, once much loved,
Such talent, what sounds!
Their ***** hands once gloved,
Their lows know no bounds.
How epically great they are.
How cool and unique,
Each one such a shining star.
Now I see how they're weak.
They'll no doubt be exceptions,
Won't follow the the rule,
Most built on deceptions,
I'll sing and dance like a fool!
Can't unhear such lyrics,
Nor forget their beats.
Won't break into hysteria,
Nor allow such defeats.
To whom would I get my groove on?
What song would I belt?
Ok so it's all just such a con,
Songs I've grown up with and felt...
Feb 21, 2019
Feb 21, 2019 at 9:25 AM UTC
Refused to leave me
Couldn't stand the thought of losing me
Turned to the only sub to try to stroke his ego
Disposable blow up dolls
(Some more blown up than others mind you)
Then he says he opened his eyes to the epically perfectly imperfect angel who was flying at his side the whole time
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 6:11 PM UTC
this isnt real.
it cant be.
happy things in life i cant see.
im lost in Oz without my toto.
now lifes a record deal i cant make solo.
mental stability is scarce.
i feel like a soulless shell.
i might be better off
if i was shot straight to hell.
my hearts not in my chest anymore.
from me its been ripped.
my soul is like a pitcher of sorrows
and it had finally tipped.
if i see a knife, i'll cut.
if i see a cliff, i'll leap.
tie a weight to my foot and jump in the ocean,
whichever one is cheap.
i just cant dwell anymore.
not in this place.
im trying to escape the memories, the pain.
but im epically losing the chase.
Mar 31, 2011
Mar 31, 2011 at 2:11 PM UTC
such words that rhyme
and line by line in epic time
i saw you there, upon my poem
i thought myselfe, wonder if i knowem?
i saw not, but my brother doth so
i find myself here, tis you i wish to know
pentameter shmentameter, free verse is king!
epically rhymed and everyone can sing!
to moon so high and sun beyond
greetings milady, my name is Leon.
May 11, 2012
May 11, 2012 at 10:28 PM UTC
it all adds up
but you can't love
what you can't
have mock
you.
you most certainly can’t do that.
you will not consume.
Consumption will usurp you epically.
your talismans are annulled eventually.
your bulimic heart will divide shadows
with darker shadows.
a darker
dark.
cut them like cake. divide your passing into long spikes of utter void.
it all adds up
but you can’t love
what’s not there
to love
you
but quite the opposite.
and the opposite
of love
is watching Nothing
die -
but you thought
it was something
before it devoured
you
like a morsel
of speck.
like a light.
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 2:20 AM UTC
a rootin'
rowdy eye
Indian toeing
sundance in
democratic blue
muslin fires
them but
villagers nigh
Tolstoy that
defy their
chief epically
in those
Woodlands with
southerlies that
only sway
their embassy
with ambrosia
Mar 10, 2018
Mar 10, 2018 at 9:06 AM UTC
epically long threads
are spun--
to clothe
the body of
Ardhanarishvara.
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 12:25 PM UTC
spine numbs along the palm of my hands
they say love is contradiction
and I'm epically sinking
containing my heart within, breathing under your skin
under the sea
I'm afraid to flow
I'm blinded by the brightness of the crystal waves the sunset forms
you're planting pieces of you within me and I'm watering them
I don't mind breathing the air
as long you're their
-I'm already floating-
shifting to paradise
reality is the fiction
for now the image is leaking
letters are flying of the book
possessing us
the main characters are flesh
and blood
skin to skin
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 6:33 PM UTC
The truth about you is that
You ****
Epically
Period
Apr 19, 2012
Apr 19, 2012 at 8:19 AM UTC
She's a scientist
She don't look back
She's really a 🍕 gourmand,
but genetically,
Gourmet is where she's at
She loves being a statistician,
Calories count per pizza slice
(scientifically, toppings atoms don't matter)
A-good theorem excites,
Especially epically, when she
disproves it in tour face
Knows a lot of big words,
That nobody else understood
(but flaunting feels good)
She's an artist,
And a poet, always looking forward
(chasing sunrises)
She gets overloaded with advice,
So knows how, to give it back
(but only tidbit sized)
She knows the world is flat,
When running, she really likes that!
unlike me,
i'll quit when
out of stuff,
but a woman,
well. that's-he, be,
something else
Aug 15, 2025
Aug 15, 2025 at 4:43 PM UTC
just a day
but feels more epically
awful
than many
here i stand
looking at the rubble
of the failure of this thing
this love
you're gone
we're broken
and so am i
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 7:43 AM UTC
"I don't understand you seem so happy"
"Didn't you go to school to learn how to deal with people like me? I project what people want to see."
"Yeah but look at you, you understand why you're acting this way, you can logically decipher it, you don't even need me sitting across from you taking notes or telling you what you need to do, you already know. But you still want to die. You still sit across from me every week with new scars, new stories and I want to help you but how do I help someone who already knows?"
"Ok, but that's my problem. I can logically see what is happening, I get it, I'm ******* depressed, we're all ******* depressed and we all die, and inevitably the happiness I feel will disappear and worse things will come my way ----
and god forbid if worse things don't come my way, I'll live a meaningless, numb, long life. Doesn't that thought keep you up at night? Doesn't that just epically **** you up? It's all I can think about. And if I go home and finish the job I started 3 years ago and actually end it, I will have lived a short,unfulfilling life that left nothing on this planet I was proud of, except for the grief the people who love me will feel
..........and well. I don't want that."
"Yeah, you're right."
**** So what do I do?"
"You keep living and endure it."
Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 1:28 PM UTC
Dear future me
Hey we did it. We finally had the confidence to face a fear (well I mean hoping because this is written to a future me and I can’t predict the future). This is the fear of loving someone else,after the shitshow which was past loves. Now, I have some advice for you. DONT **** IT UP THIS TIME!!!
1. Don’t talk about past loves
2. Stop ******* apologising all the time for been cheesy or worrying you epically fail at being sweet
3. Try hold yourself together and don’t let nerves get the better of you when you want to ask if you can hold their hand
4. If you talk about politics, don’t go on a massive rant about how capitalism needs to be destroyed and end up looking like a massive left-wing revolutionary wannabe
5. If they feel like they need space, let them have it without constantly asking “have I done something wrong?” Or blaming myself for it and once again constantly apologising because not everything in their lives is to do with you
6. Comfort them when they need it and prove you will be there for them without butting into problems they don’t want you to get involved in.
7. If they make mistakes don’t cry and scream at them to stop as they will blame themselves for hurting you andwant to push the blade further into their scars
8. And if it doesn’t work, dont drink to hide the pain. Embrace it and accept they werent the one.
I don’t know when you are reading this as like I said earlier I can’t tell the future but honestly please listen. You may look back on your youth as the mostly-immature guy you were. But you were 21 when you wrote this letter and at that age you had already gone through so much loss and pain. You were full of life experiences when you had only just become an adult. Look back and learn from you mistakes.
I AM YOU
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 4:12 AM UTC