"noland" poems
Imaginary adversaries are emanating from the alcohol to facebook walls, in temporary solutions for the vibes polluting my constitution, in the willful regrets atop my onset of contempt itching my temples cleft in my futures vision of itself.
I am myself and to no-one else do i answer unto hallow cancers ******* my bones away, and my mind astray in the straight laced fates of the other players who played their cards right, the same.
I go all in with the pocket deuces, atop intrusive verbal abuses, serving useless satire to the tired faces of try hards, bleeding of inadequacy.
Im a runon and on sentence of rambling weaponous vapors from the fragrant flatulence breaking from deflating colons, swollen like Noland's ego, when hes drunk and grumbling about life, lolling as he whines of the wines flavor, savoring the bitter for betterment of the sweet, neatly wrapped in sheets of plastic for later.
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 11:20 PM UTC
Faintly, a force is forming from an abyss of nothingness.
Swelling with the waste of wanton warriors, whaling of a withered world, curled, in the carriers to a scarier dilemma.
Brimstone, fire, a panorama of pandemonium, with jackals projected from podiums, and its right there on the screen.
Gleaming, on the seemingly glorious display, the loops play, and replay, in gorgeous indefinites, frayed in their tethered need to define our sentiments, so in kind, i severed it, and joined the collective.
Much better.
The machines now clever and draws my every breath to this ******* vortex in the sky.
My fruitless efforts defy, the physics of my inner cynic, if only i would get with it or just try.
Watching us just die.
And I feel fine.
Everything's alright.
I'm not in it to win it, but to survive.
Just assisting your suicide, as i'm resisting until i die, just don't resurrect me to the hive, and involve me in the lines, or the triviality of your times, that you are so proud ...
To squander, over yonder, pondering the fonder things, with bonkers themes, spread through out your memes, like a god ****** teen, burning tinfoil seams, on the street with thieves over a live feed.
Please.
Just keep drifting into the black hole, until its fed and full, or just blow out the lights of my futile fighting, and make me Noland void.
Dec 16, 2012
Dec 16, 2012 at 8:57 PM UTC
Join "The Writing Club" on facebook for yet another outlet of your beautiful words. We are down to maybe three regular posters and I dont want the group to die. :(
Or, add me and i will invite you to the group. My name is
"Michael W Noland" on Facebook.
The Writing Club
Jun 15, 2013
Jun 15, 2013 at 2:30 PM UTC
You're happy, really happy
It took .5 seconds for that happiness to disappear and here comes the sadness, the fear, the guilt
You were doing things right, not all the way right, but you were getting there
Now the darkness has come
It barried a hole in your chest and never wants to leave
It talks to you, tells you, this is it, this is what you're here for
She's never leaving, never shutting up. Never
A lot can happen with a phone call, but you never expected this
You never expected to fall apart. Again
"it'll get better" they say
It doesn't feel like it will
I'm just sad all the time Noland it won't ******* go away!
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 10:41 PM UTC