"misc" poems
10/12/2008, FOOD
Tom Yum Soup
how you held my hand
growled in hunger
how I didn't know
if we were a couple
15/12/2008 FOOD
how happy I was
to convince you to diverge
from healthy eating
to Vanilla cream and wafers
21/12/08 MISC
a tinsel hoop
and drawing pins
for a sock to hold
a chocolate reindeer
to your door
02/01/09
new year
we were a couple no more
Sep 21, 2011
Sep 21, 2011 at 4:27 PM UTC
STAND AND MARCH
FACE YOUR ABUSER
SHOW HIM YOUR WORTH
SPARE HIM NO PAIN
HE SPARED YOU NONE
/
MARCH BEHIND HER
SHE STANDS TALL
EMPOWERED BY SUPPORT
SHE WILL PREVAIL
THE PATRIARCHY WILL FALL
/
HIS REIGN ENDS SOON
HERS WILL SOON BEGIN
THE ERA OF THE WOMAN
HOW NEEDED IT IS NOW
SHE IS ON THE HORIZON
/
SHE IS THE HORIZON
MARCH BEHIND HER
Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 5:00 PM UTC
he was forty but lied about his age,
told everyone he looked young for his age,
and still shopped at hot topic
he is in late forties now, still thinks he looks young,
and still shops at hot topic
he buys the same stuff that people were buying
in the 80's before hot topic existed
he describes himself as having such a brilliant mind that he is easily bored with people. he is an intj, so this means that he knows everything. he is very intelligent according to the re-occuring craigslist misc. romance ads he has been posting for the last decade.
when he gets inspired, he updates his fetlife profile
(or his ok cupid profile)
i met him when i was too alone, but not numb enough yet
he kept on telling me that depressed people were really just narcissists who couldn't stop thinking about themselves
i couldn't tolerate him, but had nothing else to do, so i had to be drunk and ****** at all times in his presence and i don't drink very often
prior to that i was only a weekend stoner,
but that changed real quick
he made himself too comfortable
and bought me a bob dobbs book for my birthday
because he thought and still thinks bob dobbs is hilarious
he kept on using my bathroom for long periods of time
and bringing the bob dobbs book in with him every time
i told him he could keep the bob dobbs book
but he said, "no, it's more the kind of book that i want to read when i come over and use your bathroom"
so i swallowed the throw up in my mouth, asked him to leave, threw the book away, and never had anything to do with him after that.
shortly thereafter, he started diagnosing me and every other woman who is not attracted to him as having borderline personality disorder via craigslist missed connections and/or his fetlife profile (which i still read for laughs).
then he broke into my apartment through the back door the night before he got married to a woman who needed a green card. i'm not sure why he did that, i'll never know. he broke the door, so it wouldn't shut properly anymore and i smashed my fingers in it once while trying to shut it. my fingernails fell off.
and this is why i have been celibate for the last 7 and half years.
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 12:41 PM UTC
To sit and stare
Going here and there
Is how I tend to exert some flair.
To try and pass the time
With solutions to some crime.
For example on a bus
Where there is usually more than one of us,
I delude myself with the notion that I can save the day.
By way of applying some misc aid
Without the luxury of knowing it’s a charade.
Like now the lady affront of me could get mugged,
And in my delusion, my fear unplugged
I'd bust a move and bust a jaw.
Thereby giving him the what-for.
Or maybe just a mirage of lust?
That involves one with ample bust.
Not attempting to be seedy or deplorable
But to enjoy company so adorable.
Is one a lad can't miss.
Especially when it leads to steamy kiss.
Perhaps, a vision more complex?
Maybe axles laced with sem-tex.
To throw the vehicle into disarray
That’s how I could save the day.
With flames and smoke
As people choke.
Carrying the near dead
To a temporary bed
There will be no death
When life is resumed with a simple breath.
And all at once I awake in shock
As it appears that I have missed my stop.
Jan 5, 2011
Jan 5, 2011 at 3:24 PM UTC
Pinks, purples and blues;
A bubblegum daydream;
Warm breeze wrapping around;
A gentle hug for a slow beating heart.
Incandescence a faint memory,
A gentle hum in place.
The smell of freshly new ironed clothes.
The inhale of perfume; enveloping and a long exhale escapes lips.
The sweet sound of birdsong and the calm that nature brings is easily rivalled by you darling,
I am home.
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 7:12 PM UTC
love shame and
it will heart break,
eyes hurt and
confusion hurts
lovely falls
and kind cracks.
times broken
and healed clocks.
all lead me
back to you.
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 9:14 PM UTC
Sometimes I get a thinkin’
About all in life that’s stinkin’
And yet at other times
I start spewing out rhymes
Some parts cease to make sense
But they serve as emotional vents
For my feelings on the day
That have been held at bay
Yet to think I could compress
All of my stress
Into a few simple lines
People must be out of their minds
Yet that ain’t what this is about
This isn’t a way to shout
For help or attention
Its just here to mention
Anything in my head
From baked beans to bread
Or a man without a clue
To why he’s coughing up glue
It could be about
An animal’s snout
Or maybe sometimes I think
About the color pink
Perhaps there was a thought
About a battle that was fought
Between a chair and a lamp
And a fat kid at camp
Maybe there’s a story
All ****** and gory
Of an accidental chop
Taking the head of a fop
And there’s the Grim Reaper
Taking the soul of a sleeper
Who wakes up to find
He has retained his mind
I could write like this ‘til the end of time
About Bigfoot or cupcakes or the hind of a mime
But eventually I’ll cease
And maybe then I’ll find peace
For anything out of my imagination
Could have laid the foundation
For these things I have penned
And thusly I finish with a simple
The End
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 4:47 AM UTC
"Moments"
That moment
or is it this moment,
the next moment,
That defines how you define, that moment, in your life? ~SacredInkedveins
"Moments," written in a moment on 04/25/2017 in another moment of sleeplessness. Okay enough of that word. Blessings, me © 12 hours ago life • moment • family • random • misc
Apr 25, 2018
Apr 25, 2018 at 6:17 PM UTC
every note, a reminder
of you
every note, a reminder
of why i have to leave
______
wait for it
that's what we say
when we don't know what to do with pain.
_______
if i could undress your thoughts
and disregard your arms for armor
we could go there every night
we could go there every night
if i could undo this love
would i want to
(as armor)
we could go there every night
we could go there every night
understand that things got lost
understand that i got lost
understand that things get lost
understand that i got lost
__________
in this moment, i don't exist
make me forget
holding my own hand
just for the sake of it
this modern truth
was not made for you
______
father, make me new
just like your used to
take me blindly
forced to understand you
and you can have what's mine
you can have your time
take me blindly
forced to understand
you
you
you
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 5:38 PM UTC
I knew she was the one for me
when I fully lost my sanity.
I was the lowest I had ever been
and never thought I would find love again.
/
I found her on the internet
and never thought she would be my wife.
I wanted to keep it casual
but she soon became my entire life.
/
She was waiting for me when I left,
when I thought I had found my cure.
When I finally first saw her
my heart skipped a beat I'm sure.
/
She was just as I expected
and as caring as I hoped.
She understood my illness
without the need to keep it cloaked.
/
She will be the one I marry
and I will never doubt our flame.
I cannot wait to wed her
and could not be prouder to give her my name.
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 4:56 PM UTC
fantasize about the veins in your wrist popping
like his eyes did when you said the words
"i love you."
grow uncomfortable with the lasting silence
within yourself
an itch that you can't scratch.
a self that you can't love.
know that though it may be temporary
you feel like glass has settled in your lungs
a metallic edge to the blood in your heart.
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 9:23 PM UTC
It feels as though I never knew the person you've become
A black and white chicanery that's breathing through your lungs
The only thing I think about is how this came to be
Forget the present as it were, there's nothing left to see
I must've spoke a thousand times but nobody could hear
I tried to make myself believe before you made it clear
Uncertainty would linger in the spaces you would go
And leave me with an emptiness that lived inside my throat
I had my words and you had yours, the conversation's changed
We may have once been lovers but our hearts are now estranged
Jul 8, 2015
Jul 8, 2015 at 11:09 PM UTC
you can let your body be fragmented into one hundred bleeding pieces
and sewn back together.
you can see the future,
the past
and humanity’s frenzied crusade through them.
you can grasp the infinite complexities in the world.
simplify them
you can make constellations from the stars.
Sep 9, 2016
Sep 9, 2016 at 12:05 PM UTC
I found love in the loneliest place.
At the absolute end of the line.
I had no will to continue,
and for nothing did I pine.
/
Then I saw her and was taken
with her presence and her stature.
I was transfixed upon her aura
and the notice she did capture.
/
It was not supposed to happen
but I fell in love abruptly.
She was far, far too special
for the rules to constrain me.
/
She was not without her flaws
but never once did I see them.
She was the one for me.
She was my uniquely beautiful gem.
/
Sadly I had no courage
and I never did approach her.
I will forever love her from afar
but I will never go near her.
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 4:36 PM UTC
-Trampled Under Hoof-
Thick dust kicks up from this sulfur tar,
Suffocating the fools dim enough come near,
Ultra violence breeds screams from afar,
Thunder Puncher gored on a topaz field.
Trampled under hoof,
No escape from this fate,
Wishing he was saved,
Filling up with hate.
Even mutilated by nature his fists rose high,
Thunder Puncher still has the will to fight,
Standing as the warm blood still escapes his thighs,
Bloodied and muddied, fists flying with all his might.
-Trilobite-
Ripping and tearing,
Scorching and staring,
Never with bearings,
Always out scaring.
Who is he to fear,
Violently attacking all,
Sharp as a spear,
Hand held in a ball.
Now they've all fallen,
Trilobite the victor,
Blood falling like pollen,
Death the constrictor.
Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 4:36 PM UTC
I take sleeping pills every night
and I don't really remember when this started
but I don't think it's such a bad thing.
I like them because they help me fall right asleep and
I don't have to worry about what awaits for me behind my
drooping eyelids.
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 1:31 AM UTC
still waters rage cold
ice bears no malice this night
fire warms tired hearts
stars wheel across night
moon glows brightly to reveal
waves crash silver dark
worn hands outstretched
waiting for gifts ungiven
quiet desperation
warm rain falls swiftly
the approaching torrent comes
washing away fear
leaves fall orange red
trees barren whistle in wind
grey skies lingering
If the crows shall feast
I won't be alone, two corpses
Will be in grave need
Raised by poets
Through the long summer
To wreak havoc now
Perish the thought
Of my demise, dream on
I will one day rise
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 10:51 PM UTC