"othertimes" poems
I lye awake at night,
Sometimes listening,
Othertimes i'm seeking,
Looking for any clues,
Maybe finding some ghosts,
Past, Present, Future...
What is time?
Why does it go by?
Why does it stand still?
Am I living in the Past?
Present?
Or Future?
I would like to say i'm living with time,
Where ever time goes..
I go!
I wish I knew your thoughts.
I could comfort the bad ones,
I could persuade the good ones,
I want to be your dream catcher,
Send all your bad dreams to me,
I will send my good dreams to you,
My love, you are the most important person to me,
I will lye awake,
Thinking,
Time ticks by,
Soon I will be by his side!
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 5:05 PM UTC
Sometimes I'll go for walks
long walks
down long roads.
Sometimes I'll have a nap
not a long nap
and just dream.
Sometimes I'll read a book.
a big book
one that takes me weeks.
Sometimes I'll phone a friend
a close friend
one I left behind.
And other times I'll just sit and think
for hours
about you.
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 1:38 AM UTC
I know how it feels
How it feels when there’s a gremlin gnawing on your side
It sits behind your eyes,
And pushes out tears
It comes from nowhere, and anytime
From the middle of a lecture
To being held in the arms of the one you love
And it’ll push you apart.
And away
Its little claws grasping at invisible threads connected to your mind
While logic cowers in the corner
And you're left alone
There you’ll turn to the one holding you
moments ago
And they’ve turned too
turned away
So you lay in defeat,
letting the gremlin crawl back into your ear
latching back on
this consistency is the only thing coming up clear
draining you more day by day
but you let it
because
control seems better then the inevitability of the water that surrounds you when you take a dip in the deep end
-but othertimes-
when you're feeling braver,
finished submitting to the shallow end
you'll try and settle it down,
or at least help it sleep
meditation
medication
breathing
tea,
but
these start to ring up useless
hope becomes your ploy
so maybe one day
those bite marks in your side will heal
This gremlin is not biased.
it does not care about race,
or status,
or gender
it has no consistency
it may plague you for weeks on end,
no relief
or room to breathe,
and disappear without a trace for a couple weeks more,
but it always knows the way back
it knows you
This gremlin is inconsiderate.
It does not care of your disposition
towards life
or academics
or your career
It does not care of who you are
and at times it will try to define you
use you against yourself
but just as a tree may lose its leaves,
and blooming flowers
you define yourself from your roots
so sleep tight,
and settle in,
because
although your fight is far from won,
you've always got one thing to hold on to,
to cling to
and coddle in the dark
when the gremlin is quiet and still
dance in the solitude
and laugh
because you are you
and beautiful
down
to
each
and
every
root
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 8:16 PM UTC
Sometimes I feel like I'm wearing a crown.
Othertimes I feel like I want to shutdown.
Give me what I need,
that special kind of seed.
The one where I get lost and can't be found.
Jun 5, 2019
Jun 5, 2019 at 2:46 PM UTC
Life is multiple games of palace
You do the best you can
with the hand you're dealt
and it all comes down to
the three cards face down in front of you
Some say palace is game of luck
but I'd argue there's more to it
there is strategy in how you
set yourself up to succeed
Only you can put yourself
in the best possible position
to deal with those buried cards in front of you
Sometimes those cards are 3's and 4's,
if you're lucky they'll be 2's or K's
but you won't know until you have to flip them
Othertimes the odds are against you
the best way to combat a poor hand is more strategy.
Unfortunately, strategies aren't always easy to find
the more you practice, the better you get.
Eventually, you'll know and perfect them all.
With all the strategies up your sleeve,
statistics would say your odds of winning are the highest
While it's still possible you may fail, the likelihood
is so much lower.
Life is like multiple games of palace.
You may not know the cards face down in front of you,
but after perfecting the strategies
the likelihood of you winning is so very high
Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 11:46 PM UTC
Sometimes, a laugh
can also be a cry.
Sometimes people want to live and some of them want to die.
Sometimes we have to lie in order to survive, even though it's not right.
Sometimes, a beautiful person can be ugly if their attitude worsens.
Sometimes, getting advice isn't going to affect you right.
Sometimes, we gotta learn from whats right and what's wrong.
Sometimes, we didn't know that we're brave and strong.
Othertimes, we managed to hold on, but throughout life, we should carry on.
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 7:50 PM UTC
Be not afeard. The isle is full of noises,
Sounds, and sweet airs that give delight and hurt not.
The Tempest III.ii.129-130
Be not
Afraid
Iambs
Are just
The way
We speak
They are
Our natch
Ural
Rhythm
Or:
Be not afraid; iambs are just the way
We speak; they are our natural rhythm 1
Sometimes they must be squashed a bit, and then
(Hear “natural” as two syllables, a pair
Othertimes “natural” is read as three) –
Be a skilled artist in your poetry!
1 “Rhythm” is a trochee, not an iamb
But let it stay, that poor, little lost lamb
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 4:20 PM UTC
Sometimes I walk a mile,
in my enemies shoes.
Sometimes I think about my life
in my enemies view.
Sometimes I smile,
when I don't know what to do.
Othertimes I just want to strife,
But yet I have no clue.
What do I do now,
that my life is done.
Where do I go now,
I've had my fun.
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 11:06 AM UTC
Be not afeard. The isle is full of noises,
Sounds, and sweet airs that give delight and hurt not.
The Tempest III.ii.129-130
Be not
Afraid
Iambs
Are just
The way
We speak
They are
Our natch
Ural
Rhythm
Or:
Be not afraid; iambs are just the way
We speak; they are our natural rhythm 1
Sometimes they must be squashed a bit, and then
(Hear “natural” as two syllables, a pair
Othertimes “natural” is read as three) –
Be a skilled artist in your poetry!
1 “Rhythm” is a trochee, not an iamb
But let it stay, that poor, little lost lamb
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 7:43 AM UTC
Sometimes I wish
Hearts had warning labels on them
That showed on faces
Like mine for example
"Soft and fragile
Handle with care"
And yours for example
"Hard and brittle
Don't come any closer"
Othertimes I wish
There was a hard reset
And I could choose
whatever setting I wanted
At different times
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 4:45 PM UTC
Sometimes everything is okay
Othertimes the world eats you up.
The turbulance of flying
The rough waves on an angry sea
Life.
An ever moving unpredictable thing.
Somedays you feel like a new person.
The sun makes you smile on the coldest of days.
Sometimes you don't know why you bother.
The funniest joke won't make you smile.
God why is there more downs than ups.
Why can't we be more content with this amazing life we have.
The feeling of so much love with out the means or words to show it.
How can love be so restricting.
If we could only express ourselves better.
But how...
Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 4:06 AM UTC