"messege" poems
Last night Gary Facebooked me:
11:03 PM
"Can I ask you to be crazy with me?"
Gary said he had been flirting with this girl, May
for six months.
She wanted to see him in person tonight,
And he needed a ride.
Gary and I met 11 days ago.
Strangers brought together in the streets of Freeport by pokemon GO.
he spotted me holding my phone out from a mile away.
"Team Instinct?
TEAM INSTINCT!"
Lightning cracked above us
as we cryed in harmony:
"THERE IS NO SHELTER FROM THE STORM!"
My knowledge of him consists of three things.
1. He works as a security guard
Is first responder for medical emergency
Tackles felons and escorts people with restraining orders.
plays it up like he's a security guard for something mysterious
He is a security guard for Wal-mart.
2. Gary buys peoples affection.
Throws his money aimlessly
Pointing at his trophies
Prooving he too is expensive
3. To Gary,
there is nothing better to do
from 12 - 5am
Than wander Looking for pikachu.
With me.
besides visiting this May.
"A taxi would be $80
but I'd rather pay that to you, Bro."
On the drive there,
He is Squeeing, Singing,
Flipping out.
"I've got knots in my stomach Bro."
Upon arrival,
He readily jumps from my car
"Go catch 'em Brock" I say.
When I get back to Freeport
he sends me a messege.
1:04 AM
"Dude.
I think she fell asleep waiting
I'm not inside yet."
I park my car in Freeport,
Finish catching a Weedle.
"I'm on my way, stay safe."
"Man I'm so down."
"She's not coming to the door Nick."
"I'm just gonna curl up on the ground and cry."
"I've called her 24 times"
He heavily thumps his backpack into my backseat
Slumps down into my car.
"There is"
"no shelter"
"From"
"the storm"
"In my heart."
We stare out the window.
At the two homeless men
With no teeth
That he didn't beat.
He's holding night vision binoculars
And a clean Knife.
"I'm sorry I got you involved, Nick
I asked you to be crazy with me."
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 11:22 AM UTC
To be heard
To be listened to
Both portray the same act,
yet serve a different purpose
"They hear these words that escape her mouth,
but they dont listen..
"They listen to the song she sings,
but they dont hear the messege it brings"
For she is trapped deep in the gutters of her soul
Voiceless.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 4:52 AM UTC
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me,
Mistakes and setbacks only become facts when I tell myself I'm not worthy,
Of the beautiful lesson hidden inside when perspective finally shifts,
Opening our eyes so we can recognize that truth is our greatest gift,
There is peace and light when the time becomes right for you to acknowledge love,
Experience gained from hurt and pain is a messege from above,
That's just a figure of speech designed to teach us our true place of origin,
Its not about becoming so just stop running and then life can truly begin,
There's nothing to do no goal to pursue except letting go of what your not,
To become your real self and collect all the wealth of everything you've already got.
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 10:32 PM UTC
Ive joined dateing sites,
Ive seen hundereds of females of all size and shape, national origin, skin colour, and beliefs.
Swipe
Swipe
Swipe
Messege after messege,
hellos and goodbyes.
Swipe
Swipe
Swipe
I look at each face and stare into their eyes and think to myself,
"will she make me happy?
Swipe
Swipe
Swipe
Stop.
My heart begins to desend to the lowest viod in my soul.
Its you.
Its been months since ive seen you,
My heart can not take it anymore.
We live in the same city,
No more than a few blocks away.
You were my world, and now youre gone.
But you're right here,
Behind this tiny screen.
The closest ive been in a while.
As i read your bio,
whatever that is left of my heart that still remains in my chest, slowly crumbles into dust word after word.
I feel as it floats away in the dark emptiness of my mind.
You look happy.
Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 1:15 AM UTC
4/8/2017
Monogamous Cat
Today I met a monogamous cat.
I was twirling the keys to my Black Saturn
Sauntering from my Clients home After making him breakfast
And In the wide paved road
sat a fluffy orange cat with a pink collar.
Staring at me.
I put my keys away and knelt down in the middle of the road.
My red converse cracking a bit As I bend down to present my hand.
The cat came over when I called
Sniffed and let me pet her on the head, neck, and back
Nuzzled into my Khaki pants
I took this as a sign of friendship
naturally,
I went to rub this cats belly
oh, boy,
was that the wrong move.
The messege was clear.
I was not this kitty's owner,
And she was having none of my ****
She left my hand,
more blood than skin
I pet her on the head
one last time to let her know
We could still be friends.
I shouldn't have been so forward.
But how am I supposed to know
a species notorious for hedonism
produced a monogamous cat?
I am greatful she knows her boundaries
that she is comfortable
cutting a man
When he crosses them.
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 11:06 AM UTC
by Arcassin Burnham
Society wants to keep bending us over and have their way,
Like cracks in the living room,
throwing Molotov's at the windows,
let it burn,
we must not only take back our america,
But we must stab the man where it really hurts,
Aiming Mack 11's At park benches,
the news feeding us consumerist garbage and false Submissions,
tumbling Over cars just for fun of independence,
We Must Fight
Random Acts of getting the messege out,
too much desperation will bring too much doubt,
No brotherhood,
Just the enlightenment Of seeing them Fall is all,
so **** your arrangement,
**** your penny pitching,
And **** your cold world,
We Gotta do whats right for our world,
Do whats right for our people,
Do what the great people that made america what it is today Would have wanted us to do.
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 11:23 AM UTC
I want to tell you,
"you're mine" but
I only look away
These words couldn't convey the love
That I feel
when you're around
So I lie my head on your shoulder
And hope you get the messege
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 9:23 PM UTC
Wrong social media I know but I don't have facebook or twitter and that's how you post what you feel on foxs website
Glee has given me this sense of family is supposed to be.
Its ups and downs that people actually resolve
Its not always a happy ending but having happiness
Its always being there for the people who are always there for you
Its through every heartbreak and happy ending you always have a family to support you through both
Its about making incredible friendships that no one in there lives would ever forget
It has and will forever give me so much hope
I will mourn the loss of this show forever.
It has helped me so much.
It taught me unity, never to judge anyone before knowing how they are,
Always chasing the stars and never giving up
This show has me a large part of who I am and I don't feel ready to give it up but I know I have to but I really really don't want to.
It made me feel like I belonged, and as everyone knows
I don't
So thank you so much glee, you have made my life great for 6 years and I can never repay you for that
So just
Thank you
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 10:17 PM UTC
every night
i dream of you
i recall your dreamy eyes
the scent of your shampoo
i trace your lips
kiss your jaw
but then i wake up
every night
at the same time
your memory is so alive in my mind
and it is crazy
how the mind can create such wonders
never did i kiss your lips
never did i held your hand
yet all i feel when i close my eyes
is your touch
it has been years now
i must be a ghost to you
someone that you used to know
a faint dream never to be re-told
but to me you are my sun
i wake to see your eyes
i touch to feel your hand
i smell to inhale your scent
and when i rise
all there is to do
is write down four words
and then head back home
never will i send that messege
never will i see you again
but wouldn’t it be a wonder
if i ever hit ‘send’ ?
Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 10:36 PM UTC
i never cried like this before
my heart slamming against against my sanities door
no more
you
i cried so hard
my eyes were sore
when i thought you left
and slammed the door
my tears were on the floor
while i was trying to get god to help
send a messege through his doors
the only thing i said was
"God please help her"
when i thought you were gone
i wrote a song
saying exacly what was going on
though i didn't know the full story
i still thought i could help
but then you came back
this is my first time
witnessing a miracal
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC
Part time bartender
Full time escapist
Left to spare her daughter
From a life of engagement.
She'll never know
If her time here was wasted
Before the verdict
She Prayed for church basements
Nobody noticed.
Except the bar fly
His tab stayed open
She clocked out, out back
before he could close it.
A memorial,
he was outside smokin'
didn't realize he lit a candle
When the cherry was glowing
She'll never see it.
In the paper they read it
hearts bleedin'
like a wound they weren't treating
By breathing.
at the tip of a needle
wings spread like an angel
Wrote her name in hebrew
Left us a messege.
"malakh"
How much time you got
How will you spend it
She bet him on her life
That it's less then intended
If I could reinvest it
I'd pay for my sins
I'll be ****** If it
Wouldn't take every penny I have.
But I'll be glad for empty pockets
When I stop losing friends
I'm not sayin' her life was wasted
I'm just sayin' live.
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 1:27 AM UTC
Imagine yourself before your first taste of heartache
Heart made of butterflies your brain feels as if it's on morphine
You never thought that it wouldn't work
Imagine the the pain you felt
The deepest cut that could ever come from a text messege
heart draining from failed loves knife wounds your brain is on overload
Imagine yourself today
Neglecting what could be your happily ever after
Your past experiences have made you into the executioner
Another Hopeless Romantic Turned hallow
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 8:09 AM UTC
Indoors again in this summer day
the warmest of winds violently blows
and peaceful memories, remind me of May
painting the image
of ashes and snow.
Ashes and snow,
the Spring was my Fall,
bullet shaped snowflakes
shoot through my view,
and splatter my heart
staining the wall
leaving a messege -
"I'll always love you..."
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 6:02 PM UTC