"mildy" poems
She'd expect me to describe her freckles.
Believing they were all that people saw; yet they were mildy raindrops of colour that kissed her face.
Or maybe they didn't bother her at all, maybe her discontent for herself lay deeper than so,
so deep her worries were unrecognizable to others,
Or perhaps too below the surface for anyone to take the time to discover;
perchance in the fear of their own suffocation.
Yet warmth still radiated off of her skin, and words of cognizance
dripped off her tongue
in a way similiar to that of lazy drops of water on a closed faucet.
Her eyes,
dark pools stained with swirls of cinnamon,
continued to have the same calming effect as that of a melancholic sunset.
More so,
if looked into at the right moment,
its possible to begin to understand the meaning of companionship,
the mere contentedness of old friends
and laughter,
followed by the yearning of someone to love,
and to be loved in return.
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 4:34 PM UTC
here i am..
walkin the line,
that's blowin in the wind.
suantering down the
pathways of my mind,
not knowing where to
begin.
cause i've seen fire and
i've set fire to then rain
had sunshine on my shoulders
been addicted to the pain
run for the roses
on the glorious road
sat on a dewdrop
carried a ain't too heavy load.
danced in the rain
turned the tables
read the fables.
been another brick,
in the big brick wall.
conversed with
the mildy insane,
went to the chappel.
drank bucksfizz and
straight champagne.
been to paradise.
been to me.
waited at the copa,
wanted to be bornfree.
sat on the dock
and watched the
bad moon rise.
walked 500miles
saw it rain in spain.
knocked on the green door
of the lobstershack.
took the stairway to
heaven,
by the dash board lights.
rode a avalanche back.
built this city,
had a drink at the pub
with no beer.
talked to the solitary man,
about the days of the old
school yard.
laughed a lot.
stood down on the corner,
thinking of fernando
and red red wine.
sent my message via a bottle,
to be heard on the grapevine.
got my self all dizzy,
dancin with myself,
at the the fairground.
but didn't cry out loud
found my true colours,
tarnished and dusty,
in of all places, xanadu.
waiting now with bright
eyes, for my baby to arrive,
he took the morning train
me i am keeping busy
watching the world drift
by on granma's featherbed
all the while the nips are getting bigger. send in the
clowns to run amok
downtown and i will sit on top of the world lookin at bothsides now.
see me trying for
jumpin jack flash
gas-satisfaction.
whilst losing my religion,
after six months in a leaky
boat and four seasons in one day.
all i've really got to go
with is:
obla dee obla da
life goes on
blah......
life goes on.
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 7:22 AM UTC
Mildy distracted by the same song on repeat
I allow the notes to carry me through the day
Whilst I’m chasing sunsets in my head
My feet are planted firmly in reality
I wonder which side of me will reign supreme today
A tug of war between both
But when I look in the mirror
My adversary is always myself
The choice to compete was mine all along
But the moment they unify
That’s when the magic occurs.
Jan 24, 2021
Jan 24, 2021 at 8:08 PM UTC
A GOOD WAY TO GET A WOMAN'S ATTENTION IS TO SCREAM AT HER THAT OH MY GOD SHE'S VERY PRETTY OVER THE INTERNET AND OH MY GOD CAN CALIFORNIA EMANCIPATE FROM THE UNION YET WE'D HAVE A SELF-SUSTAINING ECONOMY I THINK ON A MILDY UNRELATED NOTE MAYBE I AM SERIOUS MAYBE NOT
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 7:17 PM UTC
Mildy unpredictable
Fully unstoppable
Beautiful
Nurturing
Comforting
Destructive
Cold
Depressing
Nothing but cyclic
And anothers perspective
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 10:00 PM UTC