"ngs" poems
Au(Or)al Tune
When (O)ppo(u)rtun(e)ity knocks –
Ah, pour that tune into me
n(O)t
just write or speak
but
/zIg:zAg/
gut--
--teral mut--
--ter yarns
With
Mouth-churn--
--ing-beat-lick--
--ings.
Half-grown seedling ([her]bal:e(X)ssen(10)ces)
into sm(O)ke
adolescent (O)re worn from being p(o)(o)r—
it was nE(X)CESSary for:
battles
birds
beats
b(O)(O)ks
bottles
bucks
b(O)nes
boys
being(bad)
sm(O)ke-rings w(ear)y with surr(end)er
stripped
v(O)wel
for
v(O)wel
thr(OU)gh the yawn: (O)nly
“(O)h.”
(O)h
… foll(O)ws
the
You’re w(or)th-knowing-ONLY-(O)nce
type of l(i)ke.
VERSE/VERSUS: the
You’re-w(or)th-knowing-AT:LEAST-(O)nce
type of l(i)ke
VERSE/VERSUS:
for (u)s
it’s the worst type of verse
when it’s
them:VERSUS:us
(verses)
likewise -- (O)r worse --
it should really be about//
a bad in (u)s: Y(O)U:ME
(O)h after a
kn(O)ck
(O)h after a
t(u)ne:://
(end)-verse
for worse – it’s an
(end)-versus-us
type of verse.
(O)ppo(u)rtun(e)ity
pouring
ringing e(X)cesses
like
ear-worms to
hear words to
heat hearts.
Ah::rest that mouth-verse onto me.
(restful//fluster)
Ah::rest that mouth
(silent//listen)
soulless gall(O)w r(u)ng
lipless v(O)wel sl(u)ng
like
ARTS::between::STARS
then
VOICES RANT ON::into::CONVERSATION
then
PAYMENT RECEIVED::yet::EVERY CENT PAID ME
worst-verse:
Y(O)u//like hanging
your dipTH(O)NGS
on (O)pportun(e)ity’s d(O)(O)r
like
sm(O)ke-rings
like
being(bad)
like
Y(O)U:ME
like
(O)h. n(O).
(end)-verse:
worst-verse:
L(I)ttle.Kn(O)wn.V(O)wel::
n(O)(O)se big for (u)s
ALL.
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 1:32 AM UTC
.
•sharpened to • prowling this
a point•made hallowed night
to sink easily •to satiate my
into flesh • hunger pa-
power to ngs• know
maim and my name
disjoint• as i take
spilling flight •
blood, cower
warm as i ba-
and re my
fre- fan-
sh gs
• •
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 12:52 PM UTC
altho
ugh i push y
ou away, yo
u have alw
ays see
med to kno
w that
the truth of the m
atter is, i will alwa
ys need you more
and yet
poets are flagra
nt wastes of space
hem
ming the edge
s of this society
confining it
with hed
onistic needs and wants
and all t
he ridiculous feeli
ngs assoc
iated with the fu
cked system of
emot
ional intelligence
emascu
lating the blac
k and wh
ite i des
ire of
Alas, Alas
I seem to have drowned myself into Kool-Aid.
"Poets are shameless with their experiences; they exploit them" said Nietzsche once.
I wonder how you are today.
Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 2:45 AM UTC
The time moved on quicker than expected
That thing between you and I soon became neglected,
The constant hope and yet constant pain
The nonsensical rules of the game
And would it have been worth while?
Sometimes I think back and remember
That party we both attended in the November
Before you left and I was more confused
The confusion that left me so very bemused
Would it have been worth while?
To tell you then how much it did mean
For you to want me or for it to seem
As if you did.
When I saw that picture of the two of you
That’s when I realised, that’s when I knew
Things had moved on for you but not for me
I needed to change and finally see
But would it have been worth while
To not have deleted you from my life
But kept you up to date with the struggles and strife
I felt at that time.
When that seven months passed and you returned
Those feeli ngs that had begun to disperse
Also began to return and eventually burn
That hideous notion of unrequited lust
Having to see you and hide this just
So as not to make a fool of myself
Would it have been worthwhile, though?
To tell you how much I needed that smile
Of yours in my life every day.
And after these three long years
Feelings of loss, desperation and many tears
For you to tell me that you finally feel that way
Was not actually as incredible or as ama-
Zing as I hoped it would be, but in fact
Made me see
And now I know and can finally smile
Realising that no – it Would not have been worth while.
Feb 26, 2012
Feb 26, 2012 at 6:31 PM UTC
there are some things that lay beneath what is visible,
there are some words that are not said yet understood,
there are things invisible to the naked eye but are still felt,
there are some things you never thought were there,
there are some words never spoken, never uttered,
but these are those words that give so much feelings and emotions,
those are the things I want you to see.
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 2:44 AM UTC
Dear Taylor,
Things are not the way they used to be.
Don't get me wrong I do love you
Just not the way that you love me.
I've never had a friend like you
One I could tell EVERYTHING to
but you, you keep secrets
Things about you
You say I can never know
It hurts me
That you don't let your full self show
The first time you told me you liked me
I didn't know what to think
Or what I should say
So I told you the truth
That I'd never thought of us that way
I confused my feelings for you after that
Because when my mom walked out and life got tough
You stepped up to bat
You where always there for me
Day or night
Whether my issue be money
or that my dad and I got in another fight
You were there for me
And my little brothers too
And for that I sincerely thank you
I didn't know how deep your feelings for me ran
Until I split us apart
You then told me you loved me
And that I'd broken your heart.
It was then that I decided
That we had to be divided.
I chose that in this world
There was a you and a me
Because I knew that an us
could never be
I never wanted to hurt you
I love you
I did what I did to keep our friendship together
But that wasn't possible
Because things between you and I
Have changed forever
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 3:26 PM UTC
I... how do I start this?
Okay, I'll just, just get straight in...
I think of nameless things,
Weightless thoughts with withering strings,
Faithful thoughts of my distressed links,
Boneless thoughts now surfacing,
Stressful 9, and He stopped winking,
No two's and no signs and I'm singing,
So here's now what I'm invested in:
I like to sing, I like to write, there's a Sılver ın my mınd,
I also like to talk in rhymes, and keep the meaning behind.
No, I don't talk like this real life.
Just a little sometimes :}
Not so socially smart and strong,
That's why I like to stay between my walls,
It's a lot easier.. being you between ya walls, ya know?
I love to know, but am I capable at all anymore?
Lately I've gotten a little time-out,
And I thought it was a nice life treat (becuase, wow, obviously I've always been a lucky me.)
But now I lost my inner light, n my speed's somewhere at school & sixteen,
And I...hate all these I's... I use too much of those, don't I? sigh
So, well, here's my why: I enjoy writing because inside I'm.. just...
Well.
T.Swifting on my surroundings,
And 'my feelings, all my findings,
Schizophrenic analysis,
Drama addict's falls and lightnings,
A hundred more words off a Draddict,
But they'll fall out where the light's in,
And I struggle to finish my writings,
A quick toggle in the dark, a little change in heart,
This great flow of my voice... sometimes. I have to confess of my heart for the dark.
How did I get to write this section?
And since when do I blend songs & introductions?
My winter infection?
A little more than I should, I'm enjoying this dive down deep to the darkest dark. A little more than a little more than I should.
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 7:00 AM UTC
I wish to topple wicked kings.
Rage and slice the hidden strings.
Watch the temples burn and fall,
lead revolts and breach the wall.
I have no wish to take control.
There is no "greater" noble goal.
I have no plans to own the land
I want no people to command.
The only thing my heart desires,
is truth unbound, unyielding fires.
To see the world without the veils,
as evil dies and good prevails.
The kings of man who lie and scheme
to spread their fear and vicious dream
will watch their statues disappear
entombed against a new frontier.
I wish to topple wicked kings
rage and slice the hidden strings.
I'd gaze upon an empty throne
if I could just defeat my own.
Jun 10, 2017
Jun 10, 2017 at 10:04 PM UTC
t
ire
swi
ngs
and s i d e w a l k s
etc.
up
||
fill
my
mind
through-------------------mytime
you're so
precious
so beautiful
like diamonds only
m o r e s o
as the sun shines
d
o
w
n
n
o
p
u
the ro
cks
death and destr/ction
may devour my mind
but no one can take my time
and etc etc tire swings and sidewalks fill my mind
beauty and your lips on mine
and beautiful I think we're doing just fine
May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 8:17 PM UTC
there once was a girl who traveled in curls
she saw this whole world like her mother
As everything whirled, she learned how to twirl
she swallowed the things she had smothered
Her grandfather knew her heart split in two
so he mended the break with his Life
And now she is new, she knows what to do
with each day when it's bitten by night
The moon is a song, the sun sings along
and each ray has a story to tell
"If ever I'm wrong, expose me upon
the rocks on the road to the well"
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 9:52 PM UTC