"mys" poems
i cannot fathom
the (i'd)ea
of you (go)ing away
and leav(in)g
me here,
i(s)olated ,
unable to st(an)d
by mys(e)lf.i cannot fathom
the (i'd)ea
of you (go)ing away
and leav(in)g
me here,
i(s)olated ,
unable to st(an)d
by mys(e)lf.
n.d.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 1:25 PM UTC
i cannot fathom
the (i'd)ea
of you (go)ing away
and leav(in)g
me here,
i(s)olated ,
unable to st(an)d
by mys(e)lf.
n.d.
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 6:41 PM UTC
It took only a few seconds to
f
a
l
l
in love with you.
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It took only a few seconds for us to be,
meyou
, side by side.
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It took only a few seconds for you to
d
r
o
p
me from your life.
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Why can't it take only a few seconds to pick
myself
mysel
myse
mys
my
m
up again?
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 4:12 AM UTC
What is fantasy?
False fantasy confession
Understanding by analogy
The fantasy of me
Counter brainwaves
With thought guns
Deceive me
I am a self agenda
Schools are found
In the background
School mask
Real me
Real mask
School me
Fat
Sad
and
Bad
Submissive
Fantasy
Villain
Happy he should be
Look down
Straight Shot
Straight up
It's up
Fantasy is theater
Acting like a character
How many writers in a snare.
One by one making a dare
School of thought thought up
Subscribers indentured to strange
What a hollow soto
A thin man's polo
Stripped with dread
Woe on theater
Theater is the past
Back in history
****** get hit by disarray
This is a history made this way
Only character hits from these paypools
Not so obvious doc!
Try to be less conscious!
Tu lewai to LA FENESTRA
I'm playing the tropes
That I loathe and despire
Even I hide my own words
Get a thought recorder
Shipping and packaging is free for the day.
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Words arranged in draft sentances
I am a fantasy! U play in.
Don't worry
I am an expert attorney
Trained in exquisite self fantasy
Proffessor of Future Fantasies
Or maybe Garfield the nat
"Sneekky rouououttttt. I know the truuttthh.
It's a parks and rec
Adventure sketch
I am declining
I've lost my health
This issssnnn'tttt FAIR
Director "CUT!"
IT COMES FROM THE HUMAN MIND
HAAUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
How can you
Teach
Them
That
CAT
IN
THE
HAT
???
??!
?!?
!??
!!?
!!!
@
#
$
Fantasy
Divorced
From mys
elf
Argumentative
Prentinsuous
And
parsimonious
Who buys it?
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 5:31 PM UTC
Pai n voi ces b od ys c o r p s e s gu ilt hat re d ang er sad ness blo od gu ts ste nch de a th he ll peo ple ene mys all ies fam ily lov ed o n e s fri ends se arin g pa i n b r ok en b o nes to rtu re N O mer cy
men tal sani ty L O S T m in d br o k e n HIM I am HIM n o i c a nt b e ple as e just
ki ll M E?
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 4:02 AM UTC
The mystic Mys-Match of Mew Manor mounts the moon at midnight. He flies freely, forgetting the faltering fallacies that fold this failing facade of figments of the imagination and inglorious nations into a crooked caricature of creeps, clowns, and carcinogens to our culture. From crack and **** to casual deaths, the population prays for post-pissing match days.
What's the reason of rhyme if you don't have a reason to see a new season of sweethearts and treason? The mystic Mys-Match of the planet Piblatch has snatched nary a glance of this reprehensible romance. He hums happily, hovering over the homes of the hurt and the helpless, unaware of the ugly and untrue souls of the suffering below.
Due in part, perhaps, to the planet Piblatch, whose population prowls playfully amongst the pipperplitz plants and the tinktertip trees. A civilization unaware of Gods and demons, Guido's and dip *****
At sunset, the Piblatchians partake of rackaday root and crushed up clibber clatch cuttings. They see the psychedelic sky ways that sing of sweet things and spacey swings.
As mankind manipulates, murders, and maims itself, the world which waivers with weakened wings is consumed by the carnivores that **** off the common crowd and leave only the corrupt and cantankerous crooks that fall to the depths of despair when the bomb goes off, blotting out humanity's light forever.
But the mystic Mys-Match and his planet Piblatch live on, past the end of time itself. The peaceful people continue to enjoy their lives and never know of the negative notions that drove the dimwitted denizens of Earth into a violent and gruesome grave.
Mankind could have learned something from the Piblatchians, if only they had opened their eyes and seen the light.
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 7:30 PM UTC
On top of the stairs her silhouette dances,
She sways with the beat making her hair flow with rhythm.
Good God Oh God
she moves with such grace
I can't look away I want her embrace.
She pulls up a square straight to her lips
takes a long drag and lets the smoke fog drip.
In one bony hand she grasps her own bottle,
constantly taking swigs she would be my favorite model.
Her arms swish back and forth next to her sides,
boys keep approaching her left and right.
Their mouths keep moving but it doesn't reach her,
she never stops dancing like shes been in a trance.
My palms get sweaty as I watch them walk away,
Now mys chance as I stand from the floor.
I try to catch her attention shifting in front,
but like all the others she ignores my approach.
I stand there awhile embarrassed of failing,
noting the shine in her long black hair.
Oh God Oh God,
why not me Evanjellion?
I take a few notes before I saunter away,
turning my back I'm hoping she'd watch,
Glancing back I catch a blue eye,
my body burns with passion.
But I just let it fly,
I'll remember this night and try again next time.
Do my best try harder,
than maybe just maybe,
she'll love me like no other.
-Alicia Hubert
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 9:29 PM UTC
I'm green with those I leave behind,
This world I have, where all seems mine.
I vacillate as their world keeps thriving,
Leaving the living live with the alive.
But I'm gone, I'm dead,
The colorful globe will spin;
The living will die;
Not now... by and by,
With O whys and O mys.
It's a curse I've bequeathed
To the loves of my life,
When they leave their loved ones behind.
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 9:54 AM UTC
What for? For what am I waiting so long?
It makes absolutely no sense. Without you I felt
the walls built out of plaster and tasted
coffee from countries that I haven’t visited, with soft hands
I am planted in the earth on the edge of your river.
Yes, so even, yet outflown as I am, degraded and unnecessary.
A thousand thorn centered tributaries.
I would like to feel your thoughts on me and
mys-- “mys,” what does it mean to adhere?
Yes, I know you have them still, these whispered thoughts
they are the seams that hold my feathers beneath your head.
You can lie the same way as yesterday, but without follow up.
“I am not flying toward you!” I call. But it’s no use
You escape me. Shame, Sweet, that we
are together so short.
Apr 21, 2012
Apr 21, 2012 at 8:42 PM UTC
left
right
center
what should i choose
bold thin or italic
which will it be
public private draft
who could think
mys perspective or someone else's
who knows
who cares
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 2:26 AM UTC
Earth abundant with Oh Mys,
Oh my belly, oh my thighs
Oh my sensory surprise
Oh my hips, oh my lips,
Oh my palm, oh my wrist,
Oh my action, oh my whips
deviating from the script
More Oh Mys than I can fit
Or maybe this multiplicity
Crossing all with all
Simplifies to one love
A universal go, cosmic come
Cosmic to, a universal from
These Oh Mys meld
Do not be deceived
Feel the universal energy,
But oh my!
do not leave
May 24, 2022
May 24, 2022 at 7:08 AM UTC
Always tried to live by "don't let your worries ruin your days"
Becomes quite the task when your worries are your days
And you're stuck in between conversation in a hungover afternoon haze
Can't ever get anything out with your constant interruptions
You couldn't ever know what I want
Because all you want to do is talk about you, flaunt, flaunt
Constant conversation, you mys as well mark that down in your monolog
The only one I can talk to is myself
Makes for some interesting morning jogs
Sorry about the hate mail but it's the only way I could get a message across to you
Miss my dorm room for once, everything before I met you
It's better to think about how lovely love is than to fall in it
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 1:59 PM UTC
It's only cables that tie me to you now
Everytime I try to contact you I get shocked
My phone sits there on the coffee table, but it mys as well be my noose
Every text message I sent was just time spent induced
The idea of being with you is so abstract light bends obtuse
But we tried government and it became to powerful
Our markets were privatized and our thoughts of trade were never exchanged
Oland our military minds built thought tanks from broken memories
I remember those October clouds were like the fog of war
When the sky ripped open and tore the ozone
The conflict was swift but it would take time to repair it
You won the battle though, and your sovereignty became apparent
And here I am with this telephone just calling in air strikes
Missing every time
Because you don't care
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 1:37 PM UTC
Chewing the same gum for a while now
Late nights, and parties, and fights
About time I spit it out,
Douse the fire, and flare the smoke out
This is an S O S to brain control
We're getting a lot of alcohol down here
It's time to exhale and breathe in fresh air
Kid, you mys as well dig yourself a hole
I speak words, but my words wear masks
They mean more to me, you'll never see what's underneath
Maybe they'll be clearer after we share this flask
And then I can wake up in the morning and breath
And I'll be ****** if I see you show up to my party
I was just trying to reach out
Now my veins run like a still river in doubt
My heart has beat itself out
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 1:53 AM UTC
After visiting the lava-tree
I washed my hands with toile-trees
The weather outside, was sort of win-tree
Affording me no pleasan-trees
As my thoughts become arbor-tree
But hear no words of bigo-tree
So studied the elemen-trees
Looking for some asymme-tree
I sat within a conserva-tree
As i pondered on the fores-tree
Wishing to write something complemen-tree
It all became a mys-tree
I thought for a while on trigonome-tree
And the sciences of chemis-tree
Got completely lost in microcircui-tree
So sent myself to Coven-tree
So i'll finish this piece of coque-tree
As dwell upon my ances-tree
As i delve into lost his-tree
Then return again to the lava-tree!
by Jemia
May 23, 2022
May 23, 2022 at 2:53 PM UTC