"forgots" poems
Dissected lip served in grained and pictured fixtures cracked
Spider webbed and spider trapped
Talking in forgots named of slayed littler things, as strewn about in the worms in hand
Slight of seethe in bulls horned speak
In Blackened eyes and turns of cheeks
In seek if speak of need
Weaker keyed of broken nobs in a doorless windows dream
Sing in singing
Sang to other trees
Trees of broken branches
Rootless mud of rockied roads, detoured to a cliff slide view
Face the rain with open eyes and not blink
Jan 5, 2013
Jan 5, 2013 at 8:20 PM UTC
Each generation of we-bots
installs an app called "Been Forgots"
(of-the-wheres), we came from long ago.
So, each can play their special part
in life, just one great big, freak, show.
Hairies, fairies, ordinaries
hybernating with trolls and stealths.
Hypertexting to alternate selfs
churning, burning, always, on - the - go.
Grinnin as-if all is peachy.
"It's like they have and endless supply
of hi-grade hy-dro!"
So, drink eight ounces e-v-ery day,
Eat an apple every night
(you add ten gigs with every bite).
Bytes! Liquids help the data flows.
PS: garbage in, garbage out,
power down nightly, for upgrades of, your "knows".
Blowing, wafting, in the cool breeze,
the exhalations of the trees.
Solid ground on which we walk,
becomes the tongue, with which we talk.
The seeds we planted last December
will bloom into beauitful fragrants.
Take a sniff. Now, remember.
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 8:19 AM UTC
She stood there for over a hour
people walking by
all she wanted was for someone to say hello
that little word..
it could mean so much
exspecially to someone so small
her tears started running
its like a marathon on her face
still everyone walks by
not a speck of worry
not even a trace
she takes one more step
she's close to the edge
there is no turnning back
she can never go back
she freezes just standing there
so close
so close....
is it possible that the world has stopped?
her heartbeat is all she hears
She forgots about her worries
she have no pain
no fears
for a moment she is happy
and then she forgot to breath
that jump wasnt so bad
could this be a dream
she sinks to the bottom
her body hasnt moved
but then the next thing she knows
you're takeing her from the blue
you scream her name
whisper your love
her heart belong to you once
you told her she wasn't enough....
Oct 19, 2013
Oct 19, 2013 at 7:17 PM UTC
Love is like a precious thing
That man could keep and bring
With his eyes forever on it
And brags to those who look at it
O Foolish man of courage and Wit
Forgots he could not keep a bit
Cause all days pass and by
In due time he will die
Like the flower that withers and fades
Is the fate of man he can't evade
And surely it won't be that long
Where he rest on the place he belong
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 8:09 AM UTC