"nacks" poems
Hid behind curtains in fear , hard to take a second glance, my arch nemesis waited at the end table , reflecting light from the space heater
guarding nick- nacks , pictures , Bible and other what -nots , outside
to a frigid November with stair stepping Georgia Pines , frost in battle with the early morning sun , Mama Kuhn is calling for her missing , frightened great grandson !
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 9:49 AM UTC
We all have a place
that we keep
(just in case)
our hord
or our stash
our clutter.
Things that had purpose
or by some chance
may be used again.
Oddities and nic nacks
Old candles and keys
obsolete rechargers and batteries
cables and thimbles,
coins of foreign currencies
manuals and letters and lint.
And they are stored
in shoeboxes,
beer crates
bottom drawers
wardrobes,
on garage shelves
or in hearts.
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 12:00 PM UTC
I keep everything bottled up, like the alcohol. I kept bottled up until the perfect occasion. words are like wax, the way they soothe your skin. Just to be ripped off. Beauty hurts, and my brain is like the junk drawr your mom says is pointless. I've got more than one, some have nick nacks. Others have yellowed pages with an 8 year olds signature. 47 questions to a dad she'll never meet. My mom found them and asked if I stll need these. I shrugged it off, but later that day she found me in a pile of trash gripping those wrinkled pages. Because if I let go of the grief who am I? I eat mini kit kats, and get drunk with people I don't know. To pass the time. I watch strangers in the streets, know me more intimstely than I ill ever let a boy. My mom asked me what the matter, the world shook into a great perhaps. I look away, running my finger down the cracks in the pavement. My dad never wanted me. She said, oh please. Huffed away. But what she doesn't understand. Is that she understands perfectly. But selfishly she puts it behind her. Because the men she chose to put in her daughters life, didn't belong there. In this spectrum. And everything was built up on pity & rebellion. Emotionally & physically abused since 02. I crushed that sea shell dad, the one I got from the sea. I guess it got bad connection. Maybe you never could hear from me...
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 11:44 PM UTC
We continuously make a fool of ourselves, unconsciously for the enjoyment of others, not lacking the self esteem self belief on the contrary we're encouraging individuals who slide through the ******** getting nicks an nacks ticks an tacks on our hearts an our backs slaps an pats patronized for our looks an our hooks the way dance or we cook we guide you through life like an open book but then treated like an unknown crook, but look I'm not shook I won't be that crook I slide through ******** getting nicks an nacks ticks and tacks on my heart an my back because I don't lack and I won't look back I'm way stronger then that.
D.J.Turner
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC
What's yours
Years such tears
Hearing the strike
After midnight
clock to love
anyone
Admiral the General
Truly mine belong to
Robin birds pasture
Words in Thou
seeds different
needs in nature
The flocks of
opportunity
Truly-Knocks* indeed
Tic tac those nick-nacks
Hot fire in the nook
Face to face the crook
inside the book
Bomb goes
tick tock
Down the docks
Chicks the great lakes
To give whats to take
deadly
hike to be like
Them chances
Bone-chilling slim
Oh! Yikes
Two I pods before
Red heart bikes
The movie picks
yours truly is he
Truly yours caring
What about sharing?
Drinks lion den cubs
So bearing
No tricks more flicks
Beyond your
wildest dream
tearing
Paws and pubs
Cute labs jump for
Tips lips lean
Happiness changes
so mean in between
The obsessions
Divination digging
hearts
The worst part the
cremation
Truly ours the
fun vacation
Those Gratis tips
Truly delicious invitation
Heavenly coffee sips
"Happy Hips"
Forever to be mine
Your Lips
Orders and top secret
Those "Jetset Lawyers"
Child of mine
Bonded forever like
Valentine lovers
What's yours to be mine
We thought love
forever or whatever?
Truly the dweller
All the time who was
the liar pour the drink
We got ******* to be loved
Truly yours sips the
Screwdriver
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 9:51 AM UTC
Despite all his missing teeth
And bombed out cavities
He can still eat bags of
Bricks and speak
With perfect diction.
Somedays we crave
Revolution when
He crosses the line
And we the
Comittee dream
Of removing
His authority.
but theres nothing
Left. So we press
And pull our cigarets.
and curse the birds
and talk about
Whatever *****
Our fancy.
Inside our own jokes and theraputical
Humor:
We wait for him (our boss)
While his briches swell more
And more every hour
Till his buttons burst
And his yellow fork
Lifts final suicide attempt
Becomes a sucessful send off
After to many
Years it finnaly
****** out
All the unchanged oil
And passes out in the
Mainconcorse next
To all the pigeon ****
On top of all the knick nacks
Behind customer service.
Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 11:49 PM UTC
I forgot
I have forgotten who I was
and why I came up onto this roof
why I do this so often
I come up here to simplify
In my house, there is internet and music
and my computer, TV, nick nacks, memories, the past,
the future
the now
it is all down there
Up here...
up here there are clouds
sometimes stars
trees, grass, a shed, two sheds,
a road that no one travels on
occasionally music in the distance
from a house near the lake
the one that parties too much
full of the nows
but here
birds, crickets, cicadas, bats
the earth moves around me
Up here
I have what I always will have
even if I lose everything
I will have this simple beauty
and they will keep believing
that as long as people come to their party
they have it all
Aug 7, 2016
Aug 7, 2016 at 9:18 AM UTC
Click clack
Skeleton in a shack
He's got so many Nick nacks in his head
But he's still only a walking dead
Tut Tut
He's just a fading memory
Walking among the living.
Alas what you are blind of
Is the fact we all will be like him in the end
You will be a skeleton among men.
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 2:47 PM UTC
in my words,
they found solace
an uproot
purge of wild-powers
why can't I
be walking on ceilings
Rage Rage Rage
tricked to think
the float is insanity
and finally a contact
from my beloved
invisible, unsuspected
desires of virtue
whilst entailed
with sister tremors,
you cross, draw on me,
make translucent hearts
of my wrists
for how long shall
your marks not rinse
in my dreams I am you
and you me
repair my lucidity
as the damp ornate
sacrilege overcomes
all that we've forever
rarely been
every semblance is lost,
scramming towards dust
maybe there I'll
be able to scream
play my tempered,
vicious songs
to earn distaste,
a glance from strangers
fuzzy teenaged tendency
of trailing a
finger on walls
why do they
despise of the essence?
that won't ever reach,
merit a place
at the bottom precious
my box
filled of nick-nacks
and for fewer decaying
fevers and marvels
of eternity,
when keeping sanity
as a raid
against truth-telling
but it won't matter when
the world forgets
and would-be birds
still sing profanities
in echoes of a symphony
Jan 2, 2021
Jan 2, 2021 at 8:47 PM UTC
I want a new challenge, cut me some slack,
The wordsmith of ********
Found scratches on my back,
I was scarred anyway,
That's without a cat.
I'm lonely, that's a fact,
Driving Titanic with a bomb attached,
They say I'm explosive,
Can you picture that?
Given too many problems,
Papering over cracks,
Covering little faults and Nick Nacks,
I miss them cheap Tic Tacs,
Find the understanding that my head lacks,
Only The Lonely,
One of my favourite tracks;
Crying me to sleep.
But that's fine,
I think about it all the time.
*People Help The People,
Don't wanna know me*;
Sick of being lonely.
Need to be doing things,
To keep my mind busy,
So many problems,
Take It Easy.
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 7:07 PM UTC
Santatize
When you decorate
Lights ,ornaments
Nic Nacks
Everything accumulated by a lifetime
of memories
So much love
Your house
Sparkles
And
Shines
With. Who
You. Are
Then. Now
Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 4:32 AM UTC
Empty is the formless being
All that's needed is to be
Free, a bodiless container
I can not be contained!
Empty are my feelings for you
I have burned with passion
And it hurts
Love always hurts
Empty are my drawers
Of nick nacks
Single socks
When does the cycle end
Empty is my mind
Unlearning lines and phrases
Full with reason and logic
Remind me to forget to remember
That I knew it all along.
Empty is my heart
So it can be filled with love.
Love that knows no boundaries.
Overflowing in the sea of you.
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 11:48 AM UTC