"hastier" poems
I ran through the near dead fields
Turned my face to look at the approaching sun
Saw a friend up ahead who'd taken the lead
Man, I remember how that ****** could run
He saw my eyes then glanced away
Running with hastier speed up ahead
I lurched my back, holding a minute to stay
Then pushed my corpse forward like pencil lead
Crashing gulls flicked their beaks skyward
Waves soared worriedly & quietly
I put down my pack, scanning the horizon skyward
Searching for a message that lay discretely
The God's had planned this place with no certain goal
An experiment made from the cauldrons of the unknown
A transparent figure dances with smooth dead marble
The echo of my voice becomes a fond youthful warble
Tell the cities, the farms, the outhouses, and all of nature
That the beauty that lay there is all we need
Money is nothing but a cat n' mouse in the pasture
The grinning Devil's heavy hearted plead
He reached the peak of the mountain
He sat there high & proud, taking out his fountain
Eyes meeting he stepped off, a note left, away from me forever
He was always stubborn, always so ****** clever
Feb 10, 2011
Feb 10, 2011 at 11:38 AM UTC
There's always been something about that feeling of books
Books rotting away beneath laminated covers
The fingerprints from hundreds thousands of ***** hands
All turning the pages, some slower than others, taking their precious time
Some hastier readers, eager to consume knowledge, there's not enough time
But me, I am caught in between
When I read, everything is still
The story pours out filling the emptiness of now
Frozen in a vocabulary paradise, a language of dreams
Not thinking about where I have been, where I am going
Just a limbo-land serenity
Where memories are freed and replaced with new fictional ones
The characters become my friends, my allies
The villains my villains
I feel their kisses when they kiss and the taste of food when the narrator eats
Absorbed in a false reality more so than this one
Some people drop acid and watch wonderland
And I prefer to dive into a sea of words
The waves lift me carefully and carry me away into a far away place
A parallel dimension, a paperback time machine
An hour fades into three, hunger pangs and missed phone calls but
I am on a cognitive vacation, having intellectual ***********
And I want to stay here forever.
Jun 12, 2010
Jun 12, 2010 at 12:58 AM UTC
Lumpy Lora was never known
She went through the halls unseen
Because the name brand items, she didn't own
Everyone she met was mean
Fast forward, it's junior year
Lumpy Lora is no more
All the weight she used to fear,
the dorky glasses and acne traded in for
Skinny jeans and crop tops
Micheal Kors and BB Cream
She soon began to pop
Lora became everyone's dream
The popular girls became her "family"
She drove boys crazy
Parties and alcohol became her melody
Everything began to get hazy
Boys wanted in quicker
Pushing for late night fun
When she would say no, they became hastier
They'd whisper, "It's just a good time, ***
Pills began to be the new game
Late nights in prison cells
People would gawk at her new fame
But at night, her tears would fill wells
Lora didn't want the glam
But simply wanted to know when
She could end the nightmare with a slam
And just become Lumpy Lora again
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 1:43 PM UTC
Words bled in the ocean of his sorrow
Waves clashed against the ships on the water
The light is impaired and destroyed by the storm clouds
A deep sense of loneliness is cast against the ships
As whispering voices floated through the waters
“You’re not good enough.”
“You’re too emotionless.”
“You won’t amount to anything.”
The waves damage the boats as every hasty and bad decision is made
1 cut
2 cut
3 cut
4 cut
1 wave
2 waves
3 waves
And 4
The sunlight is wiped away as tears are shed from the feelings of despair
The ocean of his sorrow is flooded with damaging insults
The ocean of his sorrow is casted with the acts these words caused
The ocean of his sorrow casts a dark forecast over the bright sunlight
His beliefs that there way be a brighter day somewhere
are smothered by the overwhelming words that bleed into the ocean
His acts are getting hastier and reaching far more drastic
His ships are being smothered by all the negative
He fears that by the time he asks for help
They’ll be too far down their sinkhole of sorrow to be heard
before it’s too late
Feb 25, 2021
Feb 25, 2021 at 11:29 AM UTC