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alexa Aug 2018
i see visions of you in my subconscious,
words tumbling out when i see your face,
fumbling to find
the proper adjectives to describe you
i can’t
because there is no one on this planet
who can love me so intangibly,
so inarguably i can't
even focus because you’re always on my mind,
every other thought tinted cerulean,
every thought turned
patterns of your words so weaved into
my life i thank you
for being the one constant in my life,
so consistent in bringing me up
from the depths of my own darkness i don’t mind
that the pain is draped over my heart when
your face is draped over my mind.
-a.c.b
but i still hung up the phone crying....
Varying in character, wisdom and in some other things that we inarguably bare.
And our individual attitudes are as different as the things that we like and care.
Lo us, a clique that no one can break or tear.
United in camaraderie and with every bit of compassion to spare.
Empathetic to one another when the only color there is to see is blue.
Some times we fight but we get reconciled in a few.

Older as we may grow and wiser we may become.
For all as we know, we are still children longing to play under the sun.

Forward we march to greet every new day.
Residing in our hearts is a forged unity that even death cannot slay.
Insatiable are the desires that within us may grow.
Enthusiastic'ly we float to where the water flows.
Neat smiles and laughters that are photographed in our cerebral nodes.
Dancing under the moon and the bright sun as if our hearts could explode.
Scenic moments that are framed within our heads.
Hangs in all of our memories like a spider's thread.
If time ages us and someday we all just fade.
Put your hand on your heart and remember the oaths and promises that we have made.
You’re inarguably beautiful
In every aspect of the word
And my wording is very crucial
Presentation must not be slurred
For you are becoming my fall
A real woman, not a plastic doll

You care, you care, not many still do
I guess that adds to the beauty within
And in truth, I must say, I really like you
I’m afraid of rejection, as I’ve always been
But you’re worth the jump across these worlds
And talking to you, has created these swirls

Within all of this I must not deny
That you’re the epitome of wow
You created hope for a boy, so shy
Describing you, my words just wont allow
Because you’re beyond the words I speak
Just know you gave light, to my world once so bleak
This was for a girl, I read it to her in front of my entire biology class and asked her out. She said yes and trouble soon followed
cosmo naught Mar 2021
the deep & sultry sorrow of missing you:
my favorite thing to do.

it is indulgent.
sickly-sweet,

dark & vacuous;
full, and wholly incomplete

rich & luscious,
it is crushed and crushing velvet —
crushing me.

swells of existential love
like a photo negative
it's all there,
and it still Is.
inverted, inside-out, and twisted;
but inarguably evident.

dwelling in your absence,
delving deep in pain of life,
to bask in such sensuous strife,
you're hardly missing.
Chock·a·block discombobulated poem
for your reading pleasure
dashed off ad hoc
my final literary endeavor before
hour hand affixed
to intricately carved cuckoo clock
displaying carved leaves, birds,
deer heads (Jagdstück design),
other animals, aquatic militia man,

etc feigns firing flintlock
(announcing onset of
daylight savings times)
said French soldier christened Jacque
dipping paddles of oarlock
into time stream
as the sun beats down,
he doth shockingly unfrock.

Once again modest wily word wizard
sports, struts his stuff inarguably
a blinding blizzard
of poetic gumbo mumbo jumbo,
his convoluted crafted vizard
easily misinterpreted as offal
lee batty, quirky, snooty, trippy...
who honestly doesn't know A from izzard.

The ticking seconds will not wait
while yours feebly cobbles etches
across blank figurative slate
lame resultant impasse I narrate
experiencing disappointment
earlier spurt of balderdash,
gibberish, *******... which I hate
yet must suffice impossible mission
to complete satisfactory poem does agitate.

Vainglorious idea to employ
daylight savings time
even a mediocre reasonable rhyme
futile effort finds current strife prime
juncture to breakaway
and resume later nighttime or
call writing aspiration quits
crowded house that for being sublime?

Unlikely literary pursuit or aim
will find yours truly a best seller
never experiencing accolades
nor remuneration to claim
truth be told, cuz I haint seeking
neither fortune nor fame.

The principle impetus explaining zeal
to discipline generic human to hone
his ability, where basic blocks of English
language (words) linkedin incorporating
mental cogs and gears mesh
making (mishmash) as figurative wheel
in the sky keeps on turning

perhaps divine intervention
intercedes as yours truly takes
lock, stock, and barrel of himself, one
bumbling, grumbling, tumbling schlemiel
cue hapless characteristic vagrant *****
as viewed courtesy black and white newsreel
enroute to meet cobbler, cuz worn out heel
actually kind individual stopped to offer hobo
an uber lyft courtesy fancy automobile.

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