"laidback" poems
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Once upon a time
In a land so far away
There was a wretched kingdom
Were a vampire held sway
He was very ancient
Handsome as a knave
Dressed in black and silken garb
Was said to be quite brave
But such a cruel creature
He devoured the towns
The soldiers were all petrified
Would not defend the crown
So the King of the castle
Searched both far and wide
For mighty men of valor
To defend the countryside
Finally up north
He found a daring band
Of golden headed Vikings
To defend his failing land
The company of Norsemen
Could not be laidback
They rallied their army
And decided to attack!
They put no garlic round their necks
No ash stakes did they carry
They knew not the vampire ways
And so they were not wary
But oh! What valiant men!
They made quite a sight!
Scaling the vampiric castle walls -
IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT!
The vampire, Vlad the terrible,
Made a crimson flood
Destroyed every one of them
And feasted on their blood!
It was before morning
The darkest witching hour
Vlad finished dispatching them
His countenance was dour
Then a light came streaking
From the pitch black sky -
It was a Valkyrie!
She made a fearsome cry!
"You! Vlad the terrible!"
The ghoul looked up, aghast!
"You feasted on my Norsemen -
But I am here at LAST!!!"
The mighty female warrior
Shook back her golden mane
"You've killed many villagers
But won't do it AGAIN!!!"
The brilliant armored woman
Faced off the evil lord
He laughed, "You cannot slay me!
No! Not with that sword!"
"And for all your armor
What do you suppose?
Your sweet delicious throat
Is slender... and EXPOSED!!!
The Valkyrie laughed
She threw back her hair
She let fly her sword
It scissored through the air!!!
The dreaded Vlad was impaled
But NOT through his chest
Through his very garments
The great sword came to rest
To a TREE the monster stuck
Like a fly caught with a pin
He could not free himself!
And he saw the rising SUN!!!
He struggled against his cape
He'd have none of THAT!
But Vlad could not break the sword
So he became a bat!
Up he flew to escape his fate
But a ray of sun broke through
With an arc he burnt to spark
IT DESTROYED VLAD AS HE FLEW!!!
The Valkyrie, triumphant,
Cried out, "it is I!!!
For when there is a battle,
I decide who lives and dies!!!
I decide the outcome!
Tis not by happenstance...
Won't see you in Valhalla
*You never had a chance!!!*
So ended the battle
The Valkyrie WON.
The outcome was decided...
...Before it was begun!!!
SoulSurvivor
5/6/2015
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 11:50 AM UTC
My biggest fear has nothing to do
with monsters, the dark, death,
or any of those usual frights.
No, my most intense scare comes
from the anticipation that one day
you may see me the same way
I see myself.
For you see I'm not the girl that guys
conjure up in their daydreams.
I could never hope to pass as one
of those flitty girly-girls who know
of quizzical things such as
make-up
cute hairstyles
or fashion.
My blemishes show, and honestly
I haven't a clue how to hide them
anyway.
I look at braided hair, beachy waves,
and effortless updos with envy
My hair has two styles: up or down.
I've never in my life looked casually cute,
and am obviously uncomfortable
in a dress. Please just pass me
my jeans and t-shirt back,
I'm much more myself in them.
How does one even walk in heels?
I'd like to think I'm one of those
"cool" girls that guys claim
they love, the low-maintenance
type chick, but I don't think
I'm "cool" at all, really.
When guys describe those chicks,
they do things like
play video games
quote Star Wars
read comic books
like some ideal gorgeous geek.
Well that's **** sure not me either.
I **** at video games,
love Star Wars, but
I'm terrible with movie references,
and have never read comics.
Does manga count?
I'm kind of starting to get into that...
I'm not the nerd's epitome of perfection
either, the everyman's ideal.
So what am I? I'm just boring,
little ole me.
I love to read, and would rather
spend the night reading
or watching something than go out.
I'm shy and self-conscious to a fault,
so don't try bringing me around
friends, I'll just bring you down.
Honestly, I'm basically a child. I love
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Gargoyles
Tom & Jerry
Animaniacs
and cartoons in general.
I'm quiet and contemplative, often caught
writing in my notebook,
detailing my observations
about the world around me.
I have a ***** mind and a messed-up
sense of humor, giggling
of the worst times occasionally.
But all in all, I think of myself
as pretty boring. Laidback,
but with the most capricious of moods.
I'm both low and high maintenance.
I don't know why you think positively
of me, but I anticipate the day
you realize I'm really nothing
special at all.
The day you discover the truth
I already know all too well.
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 3:56 PM UTC
You...
To me...
Are the essence,
of the earth mother...
As you watch over your pond,
with an easy, laidback, grace..
and help us see it grow and
chart it's every, every season.
Turtles, weeds and all...
I adore the fact, that you,
write love with an earthy lust
And you lust with an earthy abandon....
You have an intelligence,
That always expands my mind
All the way over there
on the other upside...
You and I share old friends
Writers of art,
livers of life.
those who mark....
and make the small moments large
Yet, I know you not...
but fervently wish
We could sit and pass time
Over tea or coffee..
You are one of many....
Who write voraciously
With life and passion in your pen
But so too,
You are one of the few
Who I go to read ....again and again.
So I thank you...
My very own female
Walden...
For the lessons
of the earth, life, loving
and humbly implore you
write again and again..
Til the world stops turning...
Then....just write it's begining again...
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 12:32 AM UTC
Clouds like ice on water
Shield holding heat
Between the ground and
Itself
Car is here for the
Container
I am the cold mouthful of
Coffee I throw on a smoking
Sigarette **** on the
Concrete, remembering
Back home
Back then
It was you who decided when
The break was over
So it never was a
Break
It was a laidback lifestyle
Always between two
Achievements
Until remaining
Stationary got too much
For your young, impatient side
(That always dragged us down
Into infantility)
I loved your all, but that part
Being gone with the rest of
You, is the silence after a
Container-car having sqreeched
Tons of metal along tarmac,
Then hoisting,
Then driving off, making room
For another quiet
Coffee
Break.
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 6:00 AM UTC
she went up
and then down,
up again, a twirling cup
with the transparent white,
rising against the black,
a swaying and a laidback push
of more of her
and she would curl
in a dance, light and hypnotic
to sync my time with hers
and we'd float
and sink together
into nothingness
out of which
exist, she and i
two fickle bodies
earthly yet divine,
and she burned me free
with the bare truth forlorn
"i lay a trail of ash,
and so would you,
for you are in a body,
by form and pleasure sieged,
free to burn
and be like me."
Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 7:54 PM UTC
No, I do not have all the golds in the world
nor
Simply the love I took interest in a swirl
No, my parents are not as laidback as yours
but
**** it at least they're always at the door
No, my friends and I don't always hang out
but
When we do, we go out with a shout
No, I do not have the man I ached
but
I guess He still wants me to wait
No, I do not lead a happy life
but
I'm thankful I'm not the one who took the dive
No, this **** won't end here,
You'll see lots more in some years
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 6:21 AM UTC
Laughter, I could hear it through the phone and could listen for hours
A smiling face , one that would make me smile whenever I would see it
Such a way with words, just a whisper of a command and I would surely fall to her feet
An old soul in your eyes, and you would see the world in ways that amaze me
Flirty and bright, you left me in the dust with jokes and witty retort
Intriguing and shy, but never afraid to carve your own path with your personal style
So many things and so many different types of beauty and grace
But how to describe me?
For a writer possesses it muses guise and is never the same twice
Am I witty and comfortable
I suppose I could say I am observant and a ear to listen to the woes
Or am I closer to laidback and rude enough to make a grandma blush?
But tis no fret
I see beauty in all
To walk in another's shoes is a breath of life in the line of imagination
One day I can be the warrior willing to sacrifice all
The next I can be sinner punishing thyself more then any could do to him
Or a parent watching their child grow older learning more about yourself in your little one
Writing is my soul … no need to be good at it
No need to be the best among my many faces
I am a blank page, so write as you will my story
But in my hand and head, I see beauty, hate, and much more
Although it might drive me crazy, I love it to the very fault
For she is humorous with eyes as deep as lakes and speaks with words that make me weep with sorrow or die over again with joy
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 12:47 PM UTC
I often long for death
But it never arrives
It looks at me from far
It mocks me from a distance
I sometimes wonder...how did it get to this point?
How did life become so unbearable?
Who is to blame?
Me or the stars?
Was i too laidback....or was i expecting too much?
Did i not give life a fair chance
Or was it the opposite?
I'm not sure if i'll ever fully know the answer or even understand it
And now i don't even want to
So i'll just wait for my time
Maybe it is yet to come
Or maybe it is lurking around the corner
Whenever it comes...it will be quite an experience...
....looking it in the eye..
...perhaps with a bit of curiosity..
...so this what it looks like
...this what it feels like..
...the heart stopping...the organs shutting down..like i'm in a state of trance
My entire life flashing before my eyes
Wished i had used it well...
...and fear... 'coz i'm pretty sure i'm doomed for hell (unless of course a miracle occurs.)
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 1:27 PM UTC
.......green is so easy on the eye-
oozes laidback comfortable....
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 7:33 AM UTC
Let’s
Lie down, next to each other
Straight with our backs facing upwards
Naked, bare
I will let you feel my spine,
It bruises and bumps, everything in between
From my neck till your back
Connected, like puzzle pieces
And see the dimples it creates on
the bottom of your back
Let’s,
Look at each other
And count the light in our eyes
The tip of your fingers
Tracing down my neck
Soothing my scars out of illusion
So, let’s,
Lie down, next to each other
With our backs facing upwards
Neither side showing the offense
And slowly burden each other with
Your freckles and my bruises
One above the other
Laidback, feel the weight build up
Of emotions and weapons
Till you’re no longer soothing the scars down my neck
This isn’t about love
This is about delusional competition
And trust me, you’re not the only one
With hold of my thoughts
I’ve got my back (and yours too)
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 11:28 AM UTC