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Nyl Jun 2015
I was sitting in my porch
Forgot that dreams run on roads
I'm a withering flower
My bloom has not started;
yet it ended so soon
And the lines of the years
were drawn on my face
I believe that it is not too late
But what else can I add on this pallete

Age added up, my friend
I am just beginning to realize
That all people who I'm with
are all walking ahead of me
I wish I had took the first step
When it was needed long ago

Wish me luck on my journey
Maybe, I will not be able to climb mountains anymore
But what matters most,
is that I walked with those who are behind me before
Brian T Baker Sep 2015
Default mode is quiet
Thoughtful. Often
mistsken for aloof.

But I’ve seen glimpses,
Crackle campfire flames,
wisdom behind frames.

Old soul remembering
Everything today forgot.

Intermittent expressions of
Vitality, torture, and love.

And today as she rests
I send a few texts
Fanning fiery memories.

I know she smiles when she reads
These casual truths: pretty ****,
Show-stopping smile and eyes.

As time goes by,
Timing remains awry
But she’ll always
Reside in my mind.
Portland, OR @ MoMo's for Happy Hour.  Well, actually this poem started at home, took a trip to the Apple store, then resolve itself over Miller High Life and my inconveniently placed charger.
sometimes I have trouble getting out of bed
I have to remind myself that’s it easier DONE than said
and every thought that manifests negativity
pulls me down the ocean -heavy weights made of lead

On the best days, I wake up in a dance
popping up in a quick shimmy- boogie- smile at hand
no second glance, or worry of the stress of the Mundane Monday
I speak romance to the mirror at every passing chance

The weather may first try to gain my trust
bird songs, licking light, no signs of gust
than it erupts, black doom lurks in front of careless moon
to the south it hid behind the mountains musk

no worries, it’s a good day to say I’m feeling happy
****** snappy moody or grumpy is not available in my vocabulary
i’m still on the groove, slipping off clothes that reflect my CAN DO attitude
slip into the shower, shifting hips to the soul tunes groove

sparkled and wet, otter of the lake, dam it feels great
Circumvent the loops, bypass the dead thoughts, like a dog i shake
bitter bumps of sand traps- sad masks- quiver at my deliver
towel away empty dreams- ugly memes that act to turn me bitter

brush away the plaque attacks in nightmare fashion
practicing faces, singing freestyle lyrics into the brush i just mentioned
ecstatic on cold marble floors- tapping toes -no closed bathroom door
easy on the pitch but ******* the message with strength rattling ROARSSSS!

I want the neighbors to hear my dynamic e-lec-tricity
hoping the good vibes vibrate past time; spread e-ccen-tricity
unique to the core, spit out dead days from sleepy heads
never going back to bed, life is outside the sheets so i greet ser-en-dipity

no job, no re-spon-si-bility EXCEPT the passions i create
truth, wonder at my superhuman shadow- outline of a cape
raise pumped fists-strangle lips quick- quit bitchni- leave complaints nonequipped
write that one down on your skin "never make the same mistakes again"

BUT gather up the courage to make mistakes and invite failure
allure bigger challenges- results become grander -risks don’t matter
obscure past EVIL deeds - misused time -walking turns to running with ease
take a photo, say "cheese!" post the groove of happy on the line of loves lure

brushed hair is dry- twinkle in the eye -[Wink] I’m superfly!
rick james playing on spotify! ******, who says life can’t get you high?!
rock into the rhythm- step stage center- spotlight -dance solo -practice makes better
i’ve SILVERED into bliss -no remorse -forget remiss- gone without ever puffing at the spliff

shoes are shined -laces wound tight -green socks :) the days feeling alright
just might take a chance on one fear everyday -365 a year -"achievement" place here
smiling like crazy- no lady in the bed- not a problem inside my head
I’m not lazy just no game lately- and its better that way- time to refocus on myself instead

I’m working to be perfect or at least better than last
morning awaken the spoken energy of the daylight to pass
out the door by nine o clock -sun shine warms on the spot
first foot drives home the message, right foot cleans up leftover wreckage

down the block- leaves glisten green- butterfly- bees- heartbeats open at the seam
good morning trees -concrete streets -sleeping lights- leftover evenin cool breeze
I’m at ease with the reality created, manifested happiness -behind me shadows faded
beat the drums to my footsteps-cars burn down ozone so i chose my feet over keys

its too easy, too easy to feel this good, dr. seuss rhymes -everyone should
or -wish they could read a book -excuses are like time --if they could find IT they WOULD-
i make few plans to keep action in a blink span
I have a list for today-it started when I awake--It read:

TO CAPTURE NOW:
1-SING SHOWERS
2 DANCE ******
3 SPREAD LOVE

understand?
TreadingWater Dec 2015
how the ache
seeps in...
it's gradual...assault
of senses/and/reason
of rational...
thought

consuming and maddening
Each breath some
...l e n g t h y ...chore
I'd pray
for some mercy
...but I'mnotsure
whatfor..

If it meant I'd
{ ^^forget^^} her
...lost; our tan!ger!ine!
kiss
Only vague recollec_tions
...Never knowing...
all...that I'll... miss

Than I'd rather
live r/a/g/g/e/d
I'll skip... moving...
...on...on...on...
There's a hue
her.mouth.granted
Despite the raw
of hergone

no,...I don't really want it,...
although,..
Mercy; might
let me...sleep
being locked
/in/our/moments/
istheonlypartofher
I
Can
KeeP
idk Oct 2018
e·lec·tric·i·ty
əˌlekˈtrisədē/

1. i want you to promise me that when you fill your veins with ice water you won’t ever forget. till death do we part.
2. im knocking at your door and you’re there, your eyes a peculiar color of green. you hold my hand and fire comes down my arms in waves, it hurts so much but i would never dream of taking my hand away.
3. pulses of white hot lighting electrified your tears. running down your cheeks they seem to glow. this is the moment, you are the moment. paralyzed, i stand in front of you, you are the magnet and i will spin You. together we light up the world like firecrackers.
TreadingWater Sep 2016
sitting #myfloor
AgaiN
nothing new
THaT. song. comes. on.
《I'm《 back &
| locked |
in ~your ~smile
breathing-you-in
such a love[ly]
re\col\lec\tion
soFuLL
& _ so _
sc'at' ' ter' ed ''
<°in °pieces°°>
all at. the. same.
Ti }me{
the ache = a small matter.
play it; a_gain
(let's)

XY
TreadingWater Dec 2015
we didn't talk. of. the. weather.
except to concede
its power over sub//lime sleep
Our hushed
Whispers
of what
Set
our
Skin
on
f...^^i...^r..^^e
,,...the wet
longing
in the the pages of
a French harlot
,... the empty spaces left
When love
Is 》》》 gone
& how kissing
Should be done only
by,...°°hours°°...
How melodies
can leave us n.a.k.e.d
& time and space
are tiny matters
when the stars aro{we}und collide

no,...we didn't speak of
^little^things^
We lost our hours in
ThE WoRdS
and it's the teary
re// col// lec// tion of this
That has me typing
At 3 AM
..._again
Endi Jun 2020
A ghost of heartache and loss
that wanders into dreams
and kisses me So Soft
there's  E-LEC-TRI-CI-TY


And we live out all the life
'He' chose to never be
And we dance until it's sunrise
Bathed in endless summer breeze


And we say 'Goodbye Forever'(or until another dream)


For a ghost can always reason what the living strain to see


                That the living live in cages
                Made of bone & flesh & sea
            And the man who owns his spirit
                Well,...he never...chooses me

— The End —