"excape" poems
A normal kind of guy
Just the guy
No cosmologist
Sans Christian
********* the droplet suns
Distant in the blackened sky
Gotta 'and'er some
The bristled gristle
The cryogenic iris
Steel teeth gnashing
Right-toe left
Ardent in an autobiography
Good man
Soft man
Locomoted his GMC
to the Sea
Thought maybe
With precise aim he
could undertow away
paradise.
No pick-me-ups
In copper-channels
That Ionized the pick-up-truck
With archaea iron
that ugly duck
Reminiscent of the man
In all but--
A castaway
Stowaway
The man who never hesitates
Bop upon the interstate
Lost within
concritical maze
Shoring up
Going home
Giving up
Turned to stone
Marble chin
Solumn grin
Chlidren sing
Seeking wings
How'd he know
Where to go
Will he see
What it means?
He's the guy
The one with the lollipop lap
Licking the syrup off the lip
Of a sweet polished sapphire
Gin
And the kids
My god
They think he
ODYSSEUS
And his dog not yet
Dead but depressive in the gloom
Howling into the midnight grass
And the creatures that stalk
With their ******* youth
Soon their weight will hit the deck
And like a noose,
Break the joints
The planks of which would stress
And bend his eyes upon his head.
God willing
Should he be exhumed
His energies excape to the river
And float,
Penultimate,
into the sea.
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 5:03 PM UTC
Sweetly she speaks of freedom
And then lies down to sleep
Within a den of thieves
Sweetdreams are replaced with nightmares
As she awakens to herself
Tomorrow she will
Excape from
All that she has created
Apr 4, 2011
Apr 4, 2011 at 12:47 PM UTC
A pile of miles, standing before my eyes.
Watching waiting as the denial excape down the endless miles. And onwards into a weary smile.
Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 11:02 PM UTC
So back again
Walking the shadows of sleeplisness
This time
Tablet in hand
An answer maybe
But not the one you may assume
If only you could read my mind
Probably best not to
Confusion has taken up residency of late
Such a strange moment
When technology astounds us once more
And words change their meanings
Ok I'm waffling
Sleep comes not fast
As the wind hounds bark
And the silver moon plays havoc
With my instincts
I would walk the moors
But there are no moors around here
So in dreaming I must excape I guess
First to down this tablet
Technology
And I don't even need water
Infact I'll just place it on the bedside table
That's all there is to it
Once I've switch it off that is.
Dec 29, 2012
Dec 29, 2012 at 8:28 PM UTC
They say I've always wanted to be a poet.
That's true,
at least in part.
I love writing beautiful words,
expressing mixtures of emotions,
turing words into extravagant art,
confessing my love,
but never actually expressing my love.
I love the safe excape that it gives.
The excape from abuse,
self-harm,
shame,
disappointment,
and fear.
But if I'm being honest,
the thing I want more than to be a poet...
Is to be someone else's poem.
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 12:32 AM UTC
There's not a better fealing that I ever felt I'm dreaming
I believe in forever together
Never ever leaving
There's no one else 2 help me find a better reason how
I found myself under a spell and now I'm reaching out
Yeah... I need a remedy can't reach my destiny
The best in me just lets me see how fast these seconds leave
Baby baby I'm crazy dont hate me take these maybes I keep saying I'm making day dreams relating I'm fading
My aching bones. pain
Unexplainable brain
Cant take control and the chains are unbreakable flame indulged
Faded soul u keep saying what I hate too know with no place to go
Can't excape the cold when u embrace the hold
Ice pick thru the heart
Your the reason I'm making art
cant erase those marks
Right from the start I knew this was ganna be hard
Wanna be stars are ganna depart
If u wanna be smart then u gatta recharge .
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 1:39 AM UTC
My voice is locked up
The Key is gone
All that is left is my thoughts
If only I could break free
Excape this trap
But its got ahold of me
Dragging me back
Picking at me piece by piece
Taking every cell away that is me
Without these cells I am nothing
My thoughts flow away in wisps
I have no voice
I have no mind
I am nothing
I do not exist
Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 2:59 PM UTC
Whispering hope and fate
I cried for help
Trapped in a maze of world
As the dark upon me
Begin to rise
Searching for a love
All have fade and dissapeard
With no left exept me
None of these people were a friends
I'm alone in this difficult world
That moment when you're come
Whispering comforting words
Cover my hands with a gentle warmth
I watch for a breaking of day
When the sun rises in beautiful light
Between the mountain I see
A hope for me
For my future and destiny
But it won't last for long
Now it's the time
When you have to go
Tears from my eyes
Falling as I watch the sunsets
But I know I have to wait
Till' the raises of the sun
I don' care anymore
Nothing can stop me this time
I grab yout hads and run
To excape down in to the sea
I know I'll drown
I know you'll be too
Once I doing this
I can' go back anymore
God, I know
We can't be separate
Even by the death
It's the time for us to leave
Even now we're not exist
Our soul will stay together
Forever
Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 10:11 PM UTC
Let's escape
urban scorching days;
hot cement,
sirens,
and flashings from red to blue
then blue again
Let's excape
where a cool, cushioned green hill
in quiet and stillness awaits
across a narrow steel blue-green bridge
A bridge crossing,weeded, rusty,
broken railroad tracks
that beckons the call
to the other side,
from warlike city
summer shouts and cries
Let's flee abandoned pill-box look-alikes
these homeless homes
Let's flee boundaries of barbed fences and stone,
these monuments of a choking society
Just the same
paradise one block away
denied by our madness
vacantly awaits,
like a non-seduced wooded hill
what impotent partners
we are
And almost never remembered,
those whispering
leafy archways,
where those bending canopy
branches spread
to protect from the sun
the absent human head
A head filled with rememberances
yet forgotten
childhood days of tranquil green,
the smell of grass,
And birds that sing and fly
Forgotten way-up-puffs
of white against blue,
a musical buzzing bumblebe
And a little dancing ladybug
on a mushroom table top
Forgotten parachute seeds,
that fly
and a branch upon the ground,
your swatting stick,
your staff,
your royal rod
All forgotten
KINGS and QUEENS
we are in paradise
just one block away...
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 4:48 AM UTC
I dont ever wanna make you feal like u werent enuff for me
Im Stuck on beats eternaly searching deep for the love beneath
Something keeps calling me no apologies follow me
Accept all of me maybe take the fall for me this wall is weak lets break it down with an ice pick
Lets reshape the crown for ur highness
Excape the crowd till u cant find us
We keep these scars too remind us dont fall 4 their blind trust
spine crushed without ur divine touch
Im done
But ready too start again in no time
A ghost writes my lyrics while u borrow ghost rights the game is so grimes you'll go blind
from staring up at the sun shine
One mic is all that is needed too become prime one time for my second hand addicts right winged savages on automatic why panic when u feal gigantic walking around on my ghost planet taking no damage
U wont manage acting so frantic
Invoked madness
In every pesant and vagrant
Becuz my essence is sacred
With every sentence connected
This headtrips defective im restless not connected infested the surface on purpose im wreckless confessions of an mcs lost sessions hoping that u.got questions im not stressing
These thoughts are weapons
Mic checking u too death your less im more when I press record check the cords before making a.mess on the floor opening the store knowing that youll receive more
I.dont wanna let u in
Your like toxic oxygen
Its ok. Its the end my friend
Lets runaway pretend
im here again
X3
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 1:46 AM UTC
I was im my car vroom vroom here me go away from the yelling away from the fighting
My only excape
The way was unone, tell i saw that turn, my life was unone. i took that turn a little to fast
My only excape became my only nightmare
im kinda bad at this but i crashed and this is the only way i can let it out right now
Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 1:43 AM UTC
I think it is strange when people change
in ways you are unable to explain
Was there always a ticking in their head
wanting to excape all the hum drum they've created
Nov 8, 2010
Nov 8, 2010 at 1:42 PM UTC
The worst thing about school is that you cant excape it. You can't break down, or cry. Cause then you look crazy. Emotional. Because nobody knows that you never eat and you are lost in sadness, nobody cares if you lost a lover or if you're hated for no reason. Nobody gives a ****
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 1:23 AM UTC
The night falls so swiftly the darkness over comes
As the moonlights up the sky the transients begin there cry
The motor bikes soar as they are looking to score.
Greed, theivery and dispair floats thru the night air.
They are watched from a distance Indulging in sinfull ways
with begging brings a penny or two to get them thru the day.
asking for
assistance as they are watching your every move.
We close our eyes and turn away
Life is starving with dispair Is their no repair
The streets are lonely and ***** no where to sleep pushing and pulling carts full of stuff we throw at their feet.
Everyday struggling to survive.
Uniforms push them around making life more shallow as they are already eating off the ground.
Lost souls walking ,waiting for a chance to excape
People have no refuge
Scamming to get high hoping for the next free ride
Always confused and no self worth being criticized ,boy if only they had a clue.
You will Surely be changed living life in the dark,smelting heat ,dusty wind ,darkness is here this is all they have now.
Once you land here stay your distance the forces will pull you in and you will never get out. Dont even try to be a scout.
So forget who you were and rest assure.
The heat will melt your soul
Always watching behind you and nothing's ever there.
Is this what the future fortells ? hold on to your shirt tails.
Hell on earth is what they say
No one lends a hand and no one cares as they are only thinking of themselves
Warp sense of morals all for a buck or the next hit.
What a ***** horrible place this life can be in this city in AZ
Poor you poor me its not the place to be.
Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 11:16 PM UTC
I hate the way this game we play makes me hate your beautiful face
Eye Use you for my excape aint ready for change the pain always helps this music I make we are getting used too the pain
Cutting the roots so no food is obtained
Telling the truth when we blame
Begging for change like a *** with a sign
That says people cant change
Evil insane keep you in flames like a heart on fire no water for hours leaving this race
Running away with a sour taste another hour too waste hoping too devour a trace of that pain we incased in a painting today
Saving the grains evaded restraints taking the pain then
Staying awake
For a couple of hours taking meteor showers falling down on your surface till your earth splits fealing underpowered like a nervous coward
Dead flowers om the table my angel. I don't think this demon will save you ill take you beyond your limits its vivid but this spirit wont break you
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 3:08 AM UTC
Do you know what it feels like to fall out of love? to be a stranger in the world once more?
its an odd feeling to have memories of a life that doesnt belong to you now.
walking past places and seeing that memory of that place you used to adore.
you look back and while you know what all happened, you dont really know how.
feels like you exist in another dimension, an extension of comprehension that gives you a new intention.
you start seeing everything so differently, you excape the captivity and emerge from invisibility.
its at the point that you knwo you're gonna okay that you have hit the ascension.
you realize your true capability and work towards your own reassembly.
you feel the tides changing and the moon phasing.
with each inhale your thoughts reorganize.
you start walking forward as the path is rearraging.
and you realize that you can visualize the otherwise unrecongnized.
that you've only cut the ties of what suppressed your progress.
but now you possess the equation for success.
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 2:44 AM UTC
I wake up in bed
but I'm still in a dream.
Trying to excape,
what I just can't face.
I'm trapped in my head,
where everything is not what it seems.
It feels so real these words take shape.
Not sure what to make,
of this one-two mistake.
Trying to erase,
the times I couldn't be brave.
When I couldn't save,
the me I couldn't become.
When I was just too young.
I couldn't understand.
Why.
It was already too late.
Oct 28, 2021
Oct 28, 2021 at 10:37 PM UTC