"frolick" poems
Stuck to the wall
with a pirate cringe, positivity illegal as sin
good vibes that almost hurt
like a wife-beater's undershirt
Tough to clean, hard to keep
even when the ground is getting steep
going up
They say it doesn't slam, gives you chance
it lays the land ahead
But I find the blue skies like to turn scarlet
and slip faithless from my wake
It's all me, all me
driving a stake through every chance I get
At regaining decorum--
which is hard to keep, tough to clean
after a massacre, a true disaster
The lawful bickers
of a girl curling in disgust because...
Because positivity feels counter-productive
Not to mention a little too...
Seductive.
These words are brought to you by a petty fit,
not a frolick, nor even
a moment of in-betweenness--
A damned-darling particulate fire
going up
I'm a lost soul, fingers cold
Stuck to the wall and let out a pirate cringe--
why don't you--
satisfy me with positivity legal as sin
Give me those good vibes, make them hurt
like a lover's wife's lacy undershirt
Nice and clean, hard to keep
especially when you're in. Too. Deep.
But you're only going up.
From. Here.
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 10:27 PM UTC
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oOOo oOO OOo oOo
oOOOOo OOo Ooo OO oOo
OoOoO Oo
ooO •naked feet tread
with nonchalance•unafraid
of what receding tides might
bring•hardened heels soften
to sunlit reverence•children
frolick accompanied by
unguarded peals
that ring•towa-
rd the ocean
vast we halt
to face•we
look to the
horizon and
dream of un-
seen lands•we
lift one foot with
the other in place•
is this all we are...
just impressions
in the sand?•
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May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 7:07 AM UTC
Tick tick tick tick tick
Clock endlessly ticking, clicking in my ear,
On and on, will it ever stop?
Tick tick tick tick tick
Seconds pass, slow, barely moving,
Louder and louder, practically screaming now.
Tick tick tick tick tick
Rolling over, flipping pillows, kicking covers,
Nothing, not a thing, is working.
Tick tick tick tick tick
Eyes squeeze shut, then open, drooping,
Won't stay closed, won't let me disappear into darkness.
Tick tick tick tick tick
How long has it been?
Hands moving on the clock, going...backwards?
Tick tick tick tick tick
My dreamland awaits,
Yet all I can do is daydream about those far off dreams I want to dream.
Tick tick tick tick tick
My mind is my prison,
My cruel captor, my mortal enemy, my unending undoing.
Tick tick tick tick tick
I must be going mad, utterly mad,
Stuck with this insomnia inside my blanketed asylum.
Tick tick tick tick tick
Hoping my tears will bring exhaustion,
But I'm just left in an ocean of hopelessness.
Tick tick tick tick tick
Staring at the inhuman neon numbers
That have come to rule my night, my life.
Tick tick tick tick tick
I try anything, no matter how cliché.
But not even counting coats of snowy wool can help me now.
Tick tick tick tick tick
Please lift me from this retched curse.
I'd take 100 years of sleep over no time at all.
Tick tick tick tick tick
Why won't my thoughts stop? Please!
Leave me be, leave me alone, let me sleep!
Tick tick tick tick tick
Yet they still run on, never-ending,
As the clock tick ticks away to the beat of my heart.
Tick tick tick tick tick
Ba bump, ba bump, ba bump, ba bump, ba bump,
Clock and heart in time together, intertwined as one.
Tick tick tick tick tick
As my heart slows, coming to a final stop.
I am grateful, and the clock fades off once and for all.
Insomnia gone,
I can sleep at last,
And I'm drawn into another world
Where my dreams become reality
And sheep frolick through fields
Along with me for all eternity.
Tick
Tick
Tick
Tick
Tick
Stop.
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 12:23 PM UTC
Do I dare?
Do I dare shatter how you portray me?
Crack the mirror
Breaking how you know me to pieces,
Breaking how you think you know me to pieces.
Do I dare drown you in my pain?
The pain of past losses
The pain of past friends
Successfully attempting their suicidal deaths
Do I dare tell you the truth?
The truth about who I am
The fact that I pretend
Put on a counterfeit smile and pretend everything’s okay.
Do I dare say who I truly am?
That I’m asexual
With continuous social anxiety
Never really sure what to do around people.
Do I dare show my social anxiety?
Pretend everything’s okay when I’m scared inside
Show you how fragile I am
Show you how shattered I already am.
Do I dare break this facadé I created?
Fracturing everything I’ve worked so hard to create
Just to show my true emotions, how I really feel
And to be laughed at by my peers
Do I dare take a chance?
To put myself out there
To care about someone
Just to have them push me aside into my growing darkness
Do I dare care for anyone?
Because the last time this happened I couldn’t save them
They died on my watch
And I had to stand by, left here with the aftermath wondering what I could’ve done
Do I dare share my feelings, emotions?
Attach myself to another
When I feel that everyone I care about
Just leaves me in the end, one way or another
Do I dare care about life anymore?
It’s already wasted on me, a corpse of a being
Already half eaten, wasting away
To the point where I feel that keeping it short is best
Do I dare tell my friends?
How I truly feel
How I hate myself for my past
Not being able to help anyone
Do I dare be happy?
“Frolick in the flowers” is what they’ve told me
“Just release your sadness”
Yet you don’t know me nor have you ever spoken to me before now
Do I dare yell back at you?
Tell you how you’re wrong
How I’ll never change
How I am who I am.
Do I dare love who I am?
Yes.
With all my insecurities and faults
I will always make mistakes
But it’s how I overcome them.
Do I dare stand up for myself? For others?
I will always try my best
Even though some people need space or push me down
I feel that I need to find courage in my broken, bandaged heart
Do I dare speak my mind? Show my true colors?
I’m not sure, nor will I ever be sure
Yet I know that my true friends,
The ones that helped bandage my heart
The ones that helped repair my shattered self
Will always let me be who I am
Thanks to all who have let me be me
But the question still stands
Do I Dare?
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 11:35 AM UTC
want to know whats worse than being "owned" by someone? knowing that at
any
given
momen
tthat very same person can disown you.
relationships arnt a secruety blanke
ttheyre a tightrope
and im afraid of hights.
why in the world would i want to be in that posistion
to frolick after
one person
out of the BILLIONS of different people
but why would i want to frolick
after anyone?i have myself, my art, my own world
that i love
why should anyone else have the self proclaimed
rightto share my world with me?i dont want to be
that girl
on a mans arm
i dont want to belong to
to have to rely on
anyone.
i dont want someone elses feelings
that responsibility
weighing medown
down
down
into the guilty depths below that tightrope.
Feb 23, 2010
Feb 23, 2010 at 4:08 AM UTC
The sun beats
Chloroplasts frolick
Greedy alcoholics
Addicted
To the root stretch feel
Of growth
As neurons
Are ever attentive
Picking up new signs
Surveying others
Gentle kisses
Pressed from the lips of fall
Not a warning
More of a promise
Of a soon to return chill
Jul 11, 2019
Jul 11, 2019 at 1:55 PM UTC
I live my life in defiance.
I defy you with every preference, every decision, every passion.
I refuse to think like you, to dress like you, or to eat like you.
I don't believe in a religion.
I reject modern western values,
I refuse to care for money or for power.
I listen to indie music an electronica.
I read Nietzsche, Walt Whitman, and Diane Ackerman.
I dance to the sitar.
I'm politically liberal.
I ingest psychedelics.
I frolick buck-naked in the woods.
I make love.
I thrive on love,
I rejoice in novelty,
I exalt in sensation in
My defiant existence,
But I eat unorignality.
Jun 6, 2010
Jun 6, 2010 at 10:58 PM UTC
frisky freckles frolick
over his fair-featured face
like a flickering fresco
of furious lusting frenzy
a vibrant flirtatiousness
fills all her fibers
she falls into his arms with finesse
foreseeing fond fantasies
******* with fearsome delight
after failure of foreplay
the foman farts in fectasy
his font flushes fondly
though he almost faints in the feat
for his front has become
far more fragile
than in former feasts
fewer the forays
more frequent the flops
further away
desires formerly frequent
yet his feelings
still flow to flowering females
forever fertile and fragrant
therefore
he never thinks
of a final
farewell
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 3:43 PM UTC
I want to surgically remove the cat in in my liver.
I want to remove the rat infestation in my cerebral line of thought.
I want to let the world know that I am not who you thought I was.
I want you to know I do not frolick in soap bubbles in springtime,
I want to tell you I don't always listen to British 80's rock bands.
I want you to know I don't always sit around and read.
Who planted this seed?
I want to tell you I am not a trollop,
Who does nothing but frolick.
I want you to know I am a contradiction.
I want to tell you that I may very well be better off alone.
I want you to know that I am a bottomless vortex,
I want you to know my endless depths make for a difficult one.
I don't want to be selfish,
But I want to be part of your reindeer games.
My selfish ways won.
You are under my spell.
****** hell,
Most poetry talks about how no one understands.
Thank goodness I'm a contradiction,
Otherwise we'd all get bored.
I thought you understood,
I thought we are sewn from a similar cloth.
But you are just a white sheep.
Only but a white sheep.
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 4:28 PM UTC
Oh awake ye child with starry-teared eyes
Awake to find ye’s torment is over
Thy oppression is over
Thee is set free
Free to frolick
Free to play
Free to wipe
Thine tears away
Don’t entertain memories
Of thy betraying parents
For their place has been saved
In not this bliss
But they shall pay
Tenfolds the pain
Hark! Look ahead
Ye clean, smiling babe
For in the light there be
A new set of parents
Come to smother with love
And mend the tears
Of the scarred up heart
And the crying babe
Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 6:56 PM UTC
my words aren't stable.
They shake upon the nibble of pen before i let loose madness.
They don't frolick around in dresses of blue
over meadows and dews
but they battle and ambush
over my days filled with hues
so i use them as crutch over
my battles with my crew
Only a few know my brave soliders
Only few remeber their name too
I call it - poetry, paragraph, essay
A wording, a doc, a memoir
yet they all bleed words the same
leaving them all insane
yet here i give them space to breathe
they probably see it as debris
Sep 14, 2025
Sep 14, 2025 at 4:27 AM UTC
I shall liken to the fact that I am indeed, alive and not dead,
I shall be satisfied that air penetrates my nostrils and breath radiates my skin,
To be sanctified in Him shall be more than all else striven for,
Yet, incomparable to the fact is how dead life acts,
I am a poorly driven soul that is starving for what I cannot yet have
And to have everything I shall need and want more, is nothing brave of me,
I am a selfish human being, who craves the instant gratification found in flesh
And words, and romance, not Truth and Love is what such men cannot even afford,
What shall I liken to this generation, a bleeding heart? A dulled piano in search for notes,
A key lost without a lock to be had, or words that are endless in my rambling head,
I fear what I am looking for, is what will never be had of me, I fear, that I may be lost among the darkness,
That I may be one-in-of-the-same, a vapor, a piece of pain, a washed up vine thrown among the sea,
Where art thou my Romeo, where o where do you hide your face, where dost thy go to awaken thy graven soul,
where shall I spot my face to yours, where may our eyes may lock and our hearts may soar?
Is there not yet a lover among thorns, is there not yet, some love to be formed,
To be found, to be had, am I not some forgotten old hag, where do dreams liven up to reality and where can satisfaction be met without dread?
I shall frolick the lilies, I shall strike another match, to dance where no turning back is necessary,
And to reach the cup that was set down amongst the parched is where I shall find my reward.
Feb 12, 2010
Feb 12, 2010 at 8:44 PM UTC
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*Remember today,
as the self bides
the gavel-ticks
of the hand.
Celebrating the arrival
of each new second,
while mourning the ones
left unfulfilled
and regrettable.
Remember the todays,
as they might spring forth
or amble along…
Never forgetting
to frolick in the allures
of possibly better tomorrows.*
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Sep 4, 2021
Sep 4, 2021 at 9:23 AM UTC
the storm comes, natures wrath
the meadow glistens, with waters life
drips on the soil, seeds to flowers
spread colors that flow to horizons
you and i frolick so free hand in hand
kiss me now before it ends
Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 10:51 PM UTC
*In silent sorrow the willow weeps
Upon the thirsty ground
A rumble of thunder, Zeus starts to speak
The Earth drinks up the sound*
*She tilts her head up to the sky
A gentle caress of cheek
The sky splits open; a battle-cry
No more tears left to keep*
**Angelic sighs descend from above
Silver droplets from the heavens
They whisper and tell me of holy love
Of the Rose and the Dove**
**The rest seek not the storm’s embrace
But to the sky will I chase
To drown in cloud is my joy
Away from filthy human ploy**
*Leaves soar on wings of wind
Exultant as the bird
It whistles a song; a sweet violin
By mortals yet unheard*
*He paints a layer of hurricane grey
Above the spring-bud green
Wide brushstrokes of smoky display
An emptiness unseen*
**Under the sky, and over the ground,
Silently, peacefully crawling, not making a sound
The children of the storm
The faery mists that hide my form
Reveal my heart, my soul
And allow my spirit to frolick as a blithe foal**
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 8:43 PM UTC
In me begins a new story. Not that I have just finished something old. That's already been done long ago, without me noticing. A new story begins, because I am that which was always there, new to understand and able to reinterpret.
This relief is so complete that I dare not forecast. I'm beginning to believe in the absence of gravity and the delicate beat of wings. In the vastness of my soul frolick hordes of butterflies. I embody spring which has sprinkled me with magnolias, waterfalls and illuminated letters.
Each mental vision would be a surgical procedure into something whole and perfect. I must be true. Gingerly I deal with the echo chambers of change. They are able to turn the smallest tears into raging rivers. And a flower is enough to carry beauty into the world. The void has taken new space - is that intellectually possible? The new story will not be the final version of myself. But it is no less important. My identity must breathe. This is the only prayer that I will speak. For now I dance alone even in the most beautiful nooks and crannies of all the seas, skies and feelings. But I'm glad if you find me.
Oct 11, 2013
Oct 11, 2013 at 5:02 AM UTC
Taste of freshly picked
honeysuckle melting on my tongue,
diving head first into the
smells and sounds of spring,
croaking of insects as they
happily hum on blossomed branches,
I bite into ripe fruits and
frolick under a sun who fights
slumber till late,
my arms tickling against the fresh
green grass as I lay
in the park with my notebook,
dogs barking cheerily as they
run in the open space,
dusting me with pollen and
peacefulness,
the earth
soaking in a warmth about which
I've been dreaming for
months.
Loving you was the emergence of spring,
and thus without you I remain
frozen in a winter that
seems it will never thaw.
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 1:10 AM UTC
why is my love so far from me
why can she not be here
why do I live in a separate world
and she in another sphere
why can we not walk hand in hand
and frolick when we please
why do have to wait in pain
for time to bring release
why did we fall in such fierce love
that ties our hearts so tight
why did we not resist the pull
of that immemorable night
which filled our lives
with sudden bliss
and made the world stand still
why do we ravenously miss
each other's eyes,
our smiles, the kiss
that seals our love
and shrinks all space
and joins us close
as long as we just
will
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 6:03 PM UTC
autumn has come again
so the leaves
are soaked now
with all the colors they have
kept in.
and people frolick while nature
is dying
and under every mask
the eyes, still gleam like they belonged to children
every trick
deserves a tiny treat
greedy gloved fingers are scythes
they are hungry for the harvesting
of rotten teeth
of breathing ghosts
of temperatures dropping
the naked trees
start their shivering
and the cold
cant hold them
the kids carve their names
in vain attempts to console them
as if to say,
"we're all trapped
in between
the shadows
and the seasons
we're all frustrated
and on the cusp
of becoming
we're all waking
and forever waiting
to be born again
curious, brave babies
in the blooms of spring"
Sep 12, 2010
Sep 12, 2010 at 11:30 PM UTC
Let us form new languages,
languages of beauty and love!
Let's make far reaching extrapolations
that'll blossom into blissful bougainvilleas.
Please!
Let us frolick in fabulous fields
of bountiful wondering.
We will speak in the
words we've named birds.
In the names we've worded flowers.
I can tell you now that my pupils are spreading their wings like the center of a sunflower as it grows
Simply because you are
the glory of the morning
and I am because you are
and we are because we are
indeed!
A long blossomed sunshine spiral smile!
I can tell you I'm feelin'
free free chickadee
ya see the tweet tweet
melody?
I am the blue jay in the summertime,
and the junko in the winter.
Ah I'm the melody,
I'm the robin with the
red breast in the spring time
and I am a shiny black blue crow
come the fall. Find me singing!
Find me caw, caw!
Crispy falling leaves come quietlyyy
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 12:16 PM UTC
Half hearted
At least it keeps a beat
I miss your mannerisms and streetwise feet
Thankful to be thankful at least we have a lead
Pointing north or nowhere it's our choice to perceive
Walk on sand turning to rock
Rock to land a grass to frolick in
Thankful for the chance to have this dance I'd let you go if you promise to come back
Don't define yourself with your own mind let the season persuade you to keep god on your side
Sit with me in this undulating sea of concret and center of the continent tides
Roll with me in the green grass of waves that splash us by
never get us wet Say thanks to the Sidewalks and their separation from the street
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 11:25 PM UTC
cool rain falls,
Randall and the
manly cowboy
talk
drink
coffee
frolick about
in the rain
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 6:04 AM UTC
And so they fall
Straight to the ground
Like droplets of light
They make no sound
So clear and bright
But bred of dark
They hit the spot
And leave their mark
They linger for a time
Dark stains on pavement
Proof
Of my every movement
From here to there
As I lope about
Not hearing a thing
Not even the shouts
The shouts of happiness
The shouts of joy
The shouts of those
Who frolick and enjoy
They who love life
And live it so well
They hold it so dearly
As if under a spell
But not me
Not now
I cannot see
How
Maybe once I did
Maybe I still could
Maybe I even should
But I cannot bring myself
To think such things
Not with this sadness
That makes my ears ring
I can do nothing but sleep
I am forever weary
It makes this life
Seem so dreary
A crushing weight
Like no other
It tires me out
In a matter of hours
And the cloud returns
And my mind grows dark
While my heart yearns
For what I have not got
I can never be happy
With stains like these
Bright lines
That trace the contours of my cheeks
Lines that are made
By those droplets of light
Those crystals of sadness
As dark as night.
Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 9:31 PM UTC
The seas are full
of all kinds
of beast
From the the
very biggest
down to the least
When asked to go
for a swim
at night
I look disdained
and full
of fright
For yes I no
Jack and Jill
ran up
the hill
And stoped
to frolick
in the bushes
Ever since Jack
spilled his beans
Jill has been getting larger
Yes I no
Everyone on the corner
was looking
to the sky
Jesus just then
came walking by
and stopped to ask them why
We're looking for
a sign from God
then they turned back to the sky
Yes I no
May 6, 2018
May 6, 2018 at 5:52 AM UTC
You'll never know
where the wild things grow
where crevices meet hands
where promises still stand
where sunflowers
reach beyond heads.
When was the last time
you frolicked?
Will you frolick with me
now?
Grab my hand
let's go
before it gets dark.
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 12:17 AM UTC