"optimisms" poems
Shimmering gleams of hope
Dance across the shadows.
They show no fear and neither do I.
I know there are only good dreams to come.
Whispering optimisms,
Tell me I'll prosper.
Their silent hints make me
Hopeful and rosy.
I've danced with the devil
On many occasions.
He's convinced me I'm home,
But I know that he's wrong.
I'll follow my heart and
Always see the sun.
For the shimmering gleams dance
Across the shadows of my soul.
Oct 15, 2011
Oct 15, 2011 at 2:45 AM UTC
WALKING FLAMING CHEETOS
Family intention
It’s amazing what one can accomplish with a little love, a pocket knife and soft words.
Frogs and crickets sing as rain drops fall.
I wasn’t creditable she wrote.
Looking ignorant optimisms make you. No water, just the tracks of a girl becoming a lady.
The irony of that is just breathtaking.
Bear hugs, dancing on my feet, being her personal jungle gym and hot limon crunchy flamin Cheetos.
Science might contest the will, putting the blame on me
As mommy's kisses save the day
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 4:52 PM UTC
When externalities are potent,
I ask myself.
Things never go my way
Anticipation is disappointment
In disguise.
And my hopes?
Instantly smothered into false optimisms
And the ashes;
They pile up,
They form a mound,
My rememberance
Of unjust and sighs.
One day, I too will become those
Ashes.
Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 8:14 AM UTC
I am madness contained in a vessel
A chaos sequenced as a man
My mind is a nebula of beliefs
A soup of confusion, understanding
And a dash of awareness
I spit my fires of idea like a volcano
Or I will implode and die in my bubble
I worship and **** my mind
That concocts my insanity and undoing
It is brimming with conspiracies or optimisms or
Lies
And sometimes all at once
Dancing like wildfires in my skull
But then my hand sought a pen
Gripped it
And never wanted to let go
My insanity was now written
Visualized in a beautiful black ink
That was to be the link
From my walled spectrum
To the limitless world
The shackles of having this mind
Freed eternal words
from a prison of imagination
A passion now burns
In a mere dreamer that is
Who I am
A longing now lingers
To be known
To be spoken
A purpose is now uncovered:
I must write
To leave a mark
I must write
To tell stories
I must write
so I can tie with
The brokenness, the joy, the imperfection and
even the contradicting beliefs
Of strangers, of friends
Of murderers, of victims
Of idols, of the outcasts
Of the loved, of the abandoned
And of people, just normal, coexisting people
So finally, finally,
We might understand
One another
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 8:31 AM UTC
A young man was struggling to keep his home and support his family, yet life was still filled with optimisms and desires, typical for someone who was trying to please his wife and raise a child during an economic downfall. His life, however, was about to take a different turn, a twist from the accustomed to the unfamiliar, even hopping through space and time. In pure innocence, he was living in a parallel universe and what he thought was the center of it all was just a small part of the fabric of the whole creation.
Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 7:21 AM UTC
simply recalling better days before the torment of your perpetual tyranny that scratches at my soul
youre so frumpy mister, i don't know why you think we rely on you for criticisms oh sorry did you think they were optimisms? don't make me laugh. just hush your snarky mouth, your cruel tongue and calm your flashing eyes. take a look at the world around you, it's beautiful i promise, just open your eyes and see it how we do.
what would you rather..
a patchwork daughter full of stochastic emotions that bubbles up frequently in sadness, or one that's stony faced and glaring trying so hard not to snap out or yank off her marble facade?
it's a no brainer for you. you're supposed to care, but you don't. SO STOP PRETENDING LIKE YOU DO, I CAN SEE THROUGH YOUR PETTY LIES.
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 5:23 PM UTC