"everydays" poems
When I was younger, I saw life
As white houses in neat rows
I loved the chrome, the steel, the metal dreams
The feel of sand and dirt and seams
There was only the meadow, the machine, and me
Now everydays an endless stream
Of cigarettes and magazines
I’m trying my best to be just like them-
A sad sirens song with red lipstick on
A ******* kicker, with a heroine heart
They say I’m dangerous because I don’t know what I want
They say I f@cked my way to the top.
Well we all mourn atop skyscrapers
As they clamor for judgment day
But I’m not afraid of dying
When the words of prophets are written on the subway walls
And the good crawl down to tenement halls
They sing for fame, liquor, love, scream give it to me
Because I thought I was sitting pretty on the throne of metal steel and chrome
Fools, I say, you do not know
That all I want now is to be left alone
So I sit up at night talking to the moon
Becoming so lost its like I never existed in the first place
Listening to the fabulous clockwork of heart and lungs
Listening to all heart’s dints and machinations
Made of metal and tears and chrome
I was lovely once, marred forever by a pair of (heart shaped glasses)
The foulmouthed flower of bohemia
Moonshine, take me to the stars tonight
While I’m not afraid to live fast and die young
Among the whispering , the champagne and stars
Angry yet, half in love
With death in the cooling twilight
Singing an arsonists lullabye with the workers in songs
For I stumbled into trouble, got my makeup on
A red lipstick sirens sad song
Of metal, steel, and chrome
Its real hard to be free when you are bought and sold
And only money makes you smile
They tell me I did it but we blew it
They say I’m too young to worry ‘bout burning out
So come on, let me bite the bullet now
I’m stuck in the landscape, the loveclub
I'll save you a seat next to me down below
This heights messing with my head
The ground calling to me
Like something out a dream
I’m scared to jump but terrified to stay
And this way I’ll never, feel no pain.
my boy builds coffins, don't ya know
of metal, steel, tears, and chrome
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 10:56 PM UTC
Loving you is life,
loving you is having you
loving you is the beginnings
loving you is the cold
loving you is fire
loving you is the storm
loving you is vibrant colors
loving you is gloomy nights
loving you is everydays of joy
loving you is sadness together
loving you is being simple
loving you is a flaw
loving you is noticing the unnoticeable
loving you is loving you nonetheless
loving you is wanting to see a smile
loving you is the mood
loving you is looking forward
loving you is a glimpse of the past
loving you is an uphill
loving you is feeling down
loving you is an adventure
loving you is unexpected
loving you is pain
loving you is mended wounds
loving you is believing
loving you is broken trust
loving you was a journey,
loving you was life.
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 5:19 AM UTC
Experience true love and proper death
in a single moment lasting longer than the average breath.
Feel every emotion under the fake-tan-sun-lamps
for the price of a walk and the Queen's head upon a stamp.
Talk about conversations you had in corridors with ex-girlfriends
with a clouded look back, blurred by your own camera lens.
Preach your side of the debate, recite Wikipedia pages,
listen and retaliate dangerously with more stolen words.
Holding hands under bedsheets and duvets and borrowed blankets
means absolutely nothing, like rain falling around those dog days.
Hot days and cold days and no days and everydays are the final lap,
finish, breath, throw up bits of sick and leave the stadium lonesome.
Walk away when the light is right
so the rings around your eyes look like jovial creases
instead of broken bits of I didn't last long pieces.
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 9:06 AM UTC
*
Everydays
a sunny day
if even clouds appear
Or lightening
streaks across the sky
with raindrops falling near
For as I gaze,
with smiling eyes
upon these skies above
All I can see
are sunny days
because of your sweet love*
Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 10:42 AM UTC
*the elbow comes to rest in the soft
skin coverage of my essence
in the dark, it's easy and free to weep
but still never cheap
everyday is still a word, an everyday struggle word,
echoing like a scream in a cavernous void
her elbow comes to be buried in my chest,
preference for an unavailable, sleeping soft cheek,
this elbow sharpened from years of work, worry &
baby carrying
on this day, of pointing,
take-a-hint-to-be-remembering,
the simple honors life bestows
comes like a pointy elbow poke,
across vastness of a bed of whiteout cotton,
freshly filling up
as I am writing,
with thankful years and thankful tears,
already recording newbie memories
freshly forming up
welcome this sharp goodness
all the days
of our lives,
even those everydays
of our lives
nothing greater than being grateful,
and the re-gifting to others
the blessings of plentifull*
5:26am Thanksgiving Day 2016
Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 5:40 AM UTC
~~~~
Chill electronics
Fervours me forth
From the frost mornings
Over crushed relations
Over the lost margins
Across the horisons
Ending heated desserts
Alienated from lonsome cries
We travel on the cloud called ninth
Of a everydays man turmoils
Turning into naught
Becoming a hoop
Around allured
Swell membrane
Top to bottom
Willing to
Play
Anatomy
Works with
the lucrative
Vibrations
My elation
Our abdomination
Each pace on the drum
Is a hollow awareness
Is a primal bite
Into a predestined
Prerogative ~ the
Love's ethnicity
Till ambushed silk
cotton
Tambourines
Start to jingle
Floral essences
Burst
Into
Dark curls
Azam Magnetic Magma
Charming one thousand
And one
Free from misery
Mystery Nights
Equanimity
Oriental
Ambiental Ali
Opened space
Spell~bounded
Sounds Alluring Affirmity
The woman's
Darkling alto
Swims into me
Dear saphir's lean
voice
Permeates into me
~~~~
Feb 12, 2016
Feb 12, 2016 at 2:57 PM UTC
Angels are crying
as i stand on the edge of this bridge
i pray that i have the guts
maybe i shouldnt
but what am i living for?
nobodys there
nobody will stop me
but still my heart sputters
a beat that doesnt sound right
but i hurt so much
everydays a struggle
i fight back the suffering
choke back my cries
i look in the mirror
a face undeserving of
happiness
trying to hold myself together
trying to hold them together to
wish i could cut these suffocating strings
wrapped around me
binding me
chaining me
here
wish i could spill everything im feeling
but the words dont exist
i wish i could take this all away
but theres no way
i can only silence them for a minute
as i stand looking down at the swishing swirling
water below me
maybe it would be fast
maybe it would last
Sep 29, 2012
Sep 29, 2012 at 10:58 AM UTC
You visit me at work.
I kiss you hello without
My workwear staining your
Outfit. You put on hardhat
And steel tipped boots
And follow through
Corridors of neatly demolished
Offices prepared for
Rebuilding.
This is my life during the
Everydays. These rough walls
Are my home away from our
Homes. Now you have a face
To the name of my Work.
I think of us. How
Demolition hurts. How
The clean up is hard, ***** labour.
We have a few ghosts left from
Previous days. Here, take gloves
And a shovel. I'll help you carry.
Then I'll help you rebuild.
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 4:54 AM UTC
dont take life for granted treat it with respect
then your life will give you whatever you expect
dont take life with chances think before you act
take life as it comes keep your life intact
take it day by day as it comes along
treat life with respect and life will keep you strong
everydays a challenge you must learn to cope
treat life with respect and life will give you hope
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 6:30 AM UTC
Nature's Math is Relative:
to each of us - - democratically
your speed of light - - the same as mine
no matter what - - do you place
yourself at the center of things.....
at least of your experience?
time and space - - shrinking - - expanding
justified to velocity
true for one - - likewise for all
in synch with stars - - our eye's perception.
Nature's Mind is Flexible:
with this we play dramatically
life as process - - always flowing
morphing - - surprising - - do you find
your everydays forever fresh.....
at least for one beat of your heart?
one idea - - fading - - growing
briefly a subject of contemplation
clear to one - - peculiar to all
ever evolving - - delight of conception.
Nature's Essence Waves and Points:
appearing demographically
ripples swell - - taking on
locality - - do you take up
space and author consequence.....
at least enough to make one point?
a single wave - - rising - - receding
articulated in commotion
thrill of I - - solace of we
heart and face of realization.
Aug 13, 2010
Aug 13, 2010 at 9:29 AM UTC
Ego is top priority
if it isn't for me
then its for the fakes
the one who blast their stereos
and fluff their noses
whiffin' on a whim
better learn how to swim
learn to catch their falls
in a continuous call
back home is where they run
because no life starts with fun
Mama screamin in agony
just to push you out
so you can deliver her joy
but is it for her, or is it for me?
I know it seems shallow
but your too blind to not see
The plastic thoughts
that make up my forehead
gathered and strung out
like a stream of city lights
sitting below as I look down on
all the ones who float around
seemingly lost in the world we took over
Its the human species who is the virus
the ones who hone in and take with out asking
Is this mine? money is the answer
if you got no dinero
then you got **** for answers
Everyone has **** too bad its not tender
yours is so bad it could knock out the lenders
but again, **** is not the answer
so you better save up
and buy all the world up
and drink it all from a shiny cup
and then throw it all up
and do it again and again
for we all are alcoholics
winning a race
against ourselves
in a sin of thought
its you who bought
that necklace
that pretty dress
that watch
that new phone
that mansion in the hills
that ugly ******* poodle
But what does it boil down to?
the classy environment
we are all accustomed to?
Try and wonder what is truly rich
for its heavier than gold cinder blocks
and large jewelry rocks
Its what you have deep in your mind
I have one, now you try to find
if you adjust the lifestyles
the lavish everydays
than maybe you can be rich
without working a single day
I really don't work
and I'm pretty happy
but give me diamonds
and then we'll see whose truly happy
Feb 21, 2011
Feb 21, 2011 at 6:42 PM UTC
You look me in the eye
Say you love me
That's a lie
Everydays a new issue
And you break me up
Just another crumpled tissue
You promise me sweet thing in my ear
Then tell me that they were fake
Everything that I hear
Is putting my feelings at stake
How could you **** me like this
When I give you everything
How can you shove me
When I just wanted you to see
But you're blind
And just won't listen
I wish that I could find
I hate that I am drowning
And you don't even care
I hate that my words aren't ryhming
Because I can't see or hear through my tears
And my hands are shaking
Because I hate knowing you're here
And that you can hear my sobs
And you just don't.... Care
Jan 17, 2013
Jan 17, 2013 at 9:22 PM UTC
Every five minutes they come
whirring like copters for war
slashing through immaculate peace
you crave to blanket your day with
Those speeding three-wheeled
gadflies
are kings of small streets and
act like you must pay them to
Extricate you from a cluster of
doomed and dusty eggs and bacon
deliver all that racket
in your head
every time you think
about buzzing
drones
on your meatloaf
in your heart
in your dreams
on your hopes
on your thoughts
about how marriage
should be
a man and a woman
now one soul in
two bodies
living together
committed
fighting for stable
“everydays”
The roses look damp
bouquets of mums
on the kitchen table
you pouring hot coffee;
the mug you took two
hours to pick out
is punctiliously stained.
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 10:49 AM UTC
Kick it smash it
destroy it
be a word assassin
Rumble and never crumble
be the best of the best
the cream of the cream
Work like everydays your last
strive to your ultimate dreams
be more then what is seen
Take everyday as a battle
like your life depended on it
and work your *** off
Be that word Assassin
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 1:12 AM UTC
i cried a million teardops when you walked out on me
you just broke my heart left me in misery
and my soul is empty now i dont have you
just a million teardrops in my world of blue
i look at your picture thats beside my bed
thoughts of you and me running through my head
then the teardrops start rolling down my face
where there was once love is just an empty space.
everydays the same in my world of blue
gone now has the love that i always knew
all the times we shared are just a memory
deep down in my heart your still a part of me
all i have is lonliess a heart thats broke in two
life is not the same now i dont have you
just a million teardrops is all i ever see
as i think about the love that there used to be
just a million teardrops and an empty space
each and everyday i find it hard to face.
nights are full of sadness in my world of blue
with a million tears crying over you
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 9:59 AM UTC
Em ' I Static??..I dont want to be the same...unmoving... But I dont know where to go..I have no google maps..no Siri to guide me aloud...But frozen feet...Shock From Static ways....of normal everydays...How I've lost adventure...No Oregon trail surrounded by Amazon river...but a concrete road and wooden desk. A shower head and a full sized bed..The static...Eligible freedom but shocked by metal knobs..Static person...afraid I will never change...it is comfortable here...Lovely..But I want crazy, exciting: almost breath taking...Charismatic...But It seams I remain static....
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 1:24 PM UTC
Tired of starting on the bottom
Knocked from the top
Work hard not given what's mine
Everyone pampered and handed theirs
You may not like me but I'm best for the job
You won't have me motivated by the rest of the insecure opposed
You say jealous but tired of being ******* over
You talk big but when I confront you
Your very small you over look me because I'm not tall
You hate me but I don't need you at all
Wasted day wasted night everydays a fight
Give me what I've earned stop taking what's mine
Take my chance but I'm not done
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 4:23 AM UTC
Blame your desperation on the weather
Match the gray with gray
Allow yourself a smile or two
Don’t overdo it
Don’t force something like this
Try to make this all less crazy
Wash your face. Tighten up.
Forget the blade, the poison, the stars
You overhear someone tell someone the time
You’ve let that slip into
the background
in the spaces where the unseen meets
Blame your low-key troubles on the
T.V. shows
Watch the skinny giants starve
Someone’s changing the heat up and down
in the pearl-sized world
And someone’s taken all the colors out for
some other playground
those invisible hands, it follows, have too much
pull and force on the everydays.
Keep yourself alive with twice strained coffee and sunny days
Cut your hair with the kitchen knife
Grow a beard, fake an accent,
Fake Silence.
Pretend to make it mean something, the collapse, the choking
Clean the living
room
wipe all the fingerprints
No one’s coming for you but you’d take a hug from a hired assassin
You’d sympathize with the serial killer about his sin
You’d be impressed by his breath which smells of green mints.
Blame the sickness in your blood
Which warns off love with sores and fevers
On boredom and hunger
Make something of yourself, make yourself last
Peel off skin and let it dry like *** pourri
Forget how to love the ones that hurt you
Forget to how to hurt the ones that love you
Bite your lip to keep it all in
Bite to the bleeding, then
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh
Build fires out of sofas and the kitchen table, make a vacancy of home
Laugh at humanity stuffed and suffering on its stilts
Smile at the honey moon you’ll never get to
Show your teeth at the ***** Death
Make the damage worth the price.
Mar 29, 2011
Mar 29, 2011 at 6:32 AM UTC
These suicidal thoughts are not even mine
its ugly *** force that's wants to take what's mine
but this demon can't have it
so I gotten keep spittin
jus so I can grasp it hard on myself and I need to let up
I'm champion and there is no giving up
I'm the best *** the rest I'm just writing this **** just to get it off my chest
and if you ever had these thoughts yo put em to rest
kuz everydays a new day for you to do your best
*** this demon it can not have my life
that's not the way I'm going kuz I'm headed to the top
I got the world on my finger and its spinin like a top
there's no such things as failure
I'm shipin cargo guess you can call me a sailor
ain't never been to jail so I ain't speaking to the bailer
suicide thoughts yeah they all end to day
I'm on the rode to success some how some way!
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 10:00 PM UTC
Wandered eye over weary scenes of contempt.
Lost to white noise of familiar content Everydays' freshness has long since been spent
Eyes search for pastures new and to reinvent.
Mar 27, 2021
Mar 27, 2021 at 9:12 AM UTC
Worlds change. Everydays forge
Themselves harder to relate to.
Whose world is this now?
What time of era is it?
Millennia tic like seconds in
Eyes and ears large enough
To behold aeons.
Solar systems atoms, planets gears in
Perpetual automata.
Life experience has no
Value; time and age grow in
Different directions.
There are no Complete
Encyclopedia-
No Great Answers, no cold hard
Facts of Life, Death or
Other States of
Being or not.
Only vast waves; myriads of
Poetry, and in the innermost
Center of it all:
Mother Voice:
*Shhhh...little you.
Relax.
All is as it should.
No thing could ever be out
Of place.
Or time.
Or out.*
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 6:53 AM UTC
Everyday
is built on lies
The kinds we
turn into truths
that we despise
We wake up
at uneven hours
Restless , bothered
with a stomach
that's soured
Everyday
turns out the same
so we make up
more lies to deal
with the pain
Such beautiful
sunsets spell out
our demise
So we crawl
into caves
just to let
loose the cries
You can't take away
from the already given
With empty hands
you stand and call
this living
Aug 11, 2022
Aug 11, 2022 at 7:38 PM UTC
Ever wonder about the hurricanes...
Huh??
Ever see the thunder and the rain...
Fall??
I think its just the world crying...
For...
Asking what the hell we dieing...
For??
They spend up all our money, on the rockets in the sky, but they dont have a reason, so they generate a lie...to destract us from the time....
I hate to see the whole world cry, I hate to see the whole world cry, If it was up to me...I would wipe them from your eyes...I hate to see the world cry...
So sick of this ******* earth, That i wish...That i could hitch hike to heaven...go to gods studio and put in work....
Lay down my melodies, Give the whole world one song to sing...
Hatreds got not sentimental...Love cost five cents less than a nickel...im talking about
One voice
One law
One caller
No bodys rich
No bodys poor
No bodys less
No bodys more
No bodys winning
No bodys losing
No categories
Were all music
If we cant come to see, that the whole world needs peace...And if we cant touch and agree...Then we are the true enemy...
I hate to see the whole world cry, I hate to see the whole world cry..If it was up to me...I would wipe tears from your eyes....
Looking in the mirror, Sinking in the peace, Everydays a constant battle, Between whats wrong and right, I was born to live my life....
My praise for the future? Is that we learn from our mistakes...
Halfway into destruction, But its not to late...to late to make a change, So ill say...
I hate to see the whole world cry, I hate to see the whole world cry, If it was up to me...I would wipe them from your eyes...I hate to see the whole world cry..
I dont wanna see you cry...
I dont wanna see you cry...
I hate to see the world cry
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 5:26 PM UTC
everydays a struggle when there is despair
when you need someone and no one is there
no one you can turn to to tell your troubles to
just a world of lonlieness in it only you
everything seems grey life seems such a mess
mind is in a turmoil nothing but distress
everything is a struggle when your in despair
no there beside you on one there to care
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 9:13 AM UTC
I put on a smile,
I burst out a laugh.
I look happy in the photographs.
But that's all a cover, non of its real...
I'm dying on the inside,
I cry myself to sleep at night.
I'm breaking down piece by piece,
But no one cares no sees.
Everydays a new start,
But they all end up just the same.
First I'm happy,
Then someone comes and lights the flame.
I'm burning on the inside,
The fires bright but there's no light.
I'm drowning in the darkest sea,
Praying to be set free.
I thought I could do this on my own,
Face all the hardships and no one will know. My mind is shattered,
My thoughts are scattered,
My heart is so worn my heart is so tattered. There's no one here to guide me,
To do what friends do.
There's no shoulder here to cry on,
No help to pull through.
That leaves on choice one voice,
Only one turn to.
The one inside my head,
Saying things better left unsaid.
I'm breaking on the inside,
Got no more tears my eyes are dried.
I'm done trying to pretend,
I'm done trying to comprehend.
But I put on a smile,
I burst out a laugh.
I look happy in the photographs.
But that's all a cover, non of its real....
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 8:48 AM UTC