"outloud" poems
The musician cries
As he sings a sweet song
He feels the same way
As he has for so long
The feeling of love and
The feeling of worth
Has all been crumbled
And put in the dirt
After a show he gets peace of mind
Finding room to breath
But still not all are kind
That night they caused him to crack
Pushed him to the limit
And that was that
He wrote one last song
Recorded it there, played it outloud
In case someone cared
Noose made from the strings of a guitar
He walked off the staff
And stopped his metronome heart
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 2:25 PM UTC
Today I’m content;
can’t imagine a place
I’d rather be
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 1:51 PM UTC
clanking clank slurp, ka-boom
the slop runs down a throat
merrily merrily terribly chilled
the gunk rolls down a throat.
the
forks spoons knives
plates salts salads
and wines
ding and echo like
soft butterfly tea parties
all gone rabid.
throughout the walls of pictures of food
and the butterfly echos echo
and dinging cups splash
and forks click and clock
(and and,..and!)
hold my breath.
clanking cubes of ice
bing against one another
Gluttonous Pig slobs them down with
a spoonful of spicy French soup
Pigman talks to Pigwoman; spittle flying out of
his piggy chops.
he stares at my forehead
they see my odd selection
she's laughing insanely at a joke
I'm holding my eyes inside my head
while
all on my plate sit the legs
of baby spiders
all on my dish are darting
sow eyeballs
pitcher plant garnish
and frozen grey custard for dessert; (echos still in the restaurant)
I gag outloud
the Fat Pigman scoffs at this
my heart pops inside its cage
and the waiter rolls his eyes at the mess.
Apr 25, 2012
Apr 25, 2012 at 11:59 PM UTC
Read me outloud
It doesn't hit the same without it
Empty room yet mind is crowded
How to sit and stare up at night sky
Without thinking about
All the ground and concrete and skyscrapers compressing chest
So heavy I'm convinced we'll all sink down into the earth soon enough
Not that it really seems to matter anymore
I can still feel doom tugging at the corners of being
Still see dead faces of everyone flashing through mind
"Hello nice to meet you, I can see you rotting in my head"
A brisk break room conversation
Not that it really seems to matter anymore
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 5:31 PM UTC
Sitting there yesterday at the football game,
Watching my son tackling the quarterback,
Feeling the warm sun and watching him earn respect,
From his teammates, made my heart proud.
Looking around, I saw the cheerleaders, 11 yrs old, too.
Yelling and flipping and shouting.
Then from nowhere, "My glitter is sweating off!"
Makes me laugh outloud.
Little kids running everywhere,
Parents watching their kids, visiting,
It was a great scene!
Until I looked down in this sneezing little boys face,
And watched him scoop up some boogers
and have a snack.
Looking back I suppose it is only to be expected
as part of the scenery, and I can laugh now.
Just as watching the cheerleaders commenting,
And the poor kid who pulled a groin muscle,
Hobble off the field, is part of the scene.
All in all, a beautiful day, fun, family, and reality all at once.
Oct 11, 2010
Oct 11, 2010 at 3:56 AM UTC
We used to be best friends.
We used to stay up all night, telling each other it’ll be okay,
Even if we both didn't believe it.
We used to hang out everyday,
anxiety and depression instantly falling away.
We both knew it, but never said it outloud;
We needed each other in order to stay sane.
Yet in the end, you took my sanity.
We used to talk about all our problems and ways we can fix each other,
Even though we knew we couldn't fix ourselves.
We sat leg to leg.
Shoulder to shoulder.
We used to listen to music and fight the urge to scream.
We used to be so close.
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 1:56 PM UTC
(9-24-11 instrumental)
it takes 2 years to forget 6 years,
it takes 12 beers to forget your tears,
and it's those tears that flow so near,
this backyard that you hold so dear,
i held you here in better years,
i'd cheer you up, when i'd hear your fears,
the taste of beer and sky so clear
steer away now, it's in the rear,
view and that feels so cold,
i only see you through untagged photos,
youtubing high school talent shows,
or recitals, it's vital, that no one
actually knows, that i'm caught up
bought to get lost up,
another drink, another think,
i'm just a flawed ****
but i play it cool and act strong,
those other fools won't last long.
another sad song, i make it better,
got a new chick that's wetter cause
she aint afraid of that weather,
umbrellas discarded, in the bleachers,
teachers, gawking from the sidelines,
it's all fine, it's our time,
no need to dodge landmines...
call me minesweeper,
call me mindreader,
call me timekeeper,
call me justin bieber,
call me baby, baby baby,
call me jay-z, call me kanye,
call me all day, call me homewrecker,
call me and say i can do better,
call me about your sweater,
that's still at my place,
call me ghostface, call me action bronson,
call me hot one, call me ******* loser,
call me a waste of your time,
call me and say that this rhyme's, too simple,
call me jimmy kimmel, sarah silver-man.
i'm a better man, i'm business-man, i'm a gentle-man
i'm stan, writing this down in a crazy letter
no ink, self-mutilation and a feather,
better yet, i'm saying this outloud in the booth,
kick this rap game in the tooth with these red wing boots.
Apr 23, 2012
Apr 23, 2012 at 1:55 AM UTC
Suddenly heavy thoughts are caving down in my head
Seems her original plan was entirely false and mislead
She just wants to be friends
But I already got a team
I need a woman who can act strong
When life starts to change scenes
We both complex human beings
Overthinking takes a major role
You worried about your future
I'm afraid if a lie will be told.
Ya last man changed, my personality known too be cold.
But you bring out the best in me and that's just something I don't wanna let go.
I'm here to uplift you
Show you a better man
Kiss you on ya forehead
Become ya biggest fan
Carry all ya baggage and tell you which one is dead weight
Relieve you of all ya stress
And expose your positive traits
but It's hard to see you doubt me and expect me to wanna stick around
Doing ya whole circus act
Turnin my persona into a clown
When I just wanna hold you down
And enhance ya internal beauty
I know being a couple is tough
Trust me, this all so new too me
But this is my last shot
If I miss, it's the end of the game
Then it'll be to late when you have regret and ya mind decides to change.
*I'm just thinking outloud...and talking a little to much
This my last letter to you
Think it's time to move on from this hopeless crush.*
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 12:44 PM UTC
My minds shut, insides ticking and about to erupt
I'm holding in all issues within
Wish my stubborn **** would just speak up
Nightmares in my cup, rolling on a bad dream
Walking alone with reality, my perception of you ain't what it seems
Ask "are you a human bein?"
Maybe he's still a villian..
Don't hide what you have inside, please...tell me your "true" feelings
As my ego remains in intense healing
With jokers I continue dealing.
Criticism as my decor, with old habits thrown on the floor
Clipped wings, so I jumped. Knowing ill plummet and never soar
Pushes becomes shoves
**** I've lost so much potential love.
By the way, I'm still a hopeless overthinker
Nothing has changed much.
But it has. I no longer feel I'm a spawn of my dad
I've grown into my potential
I can feel now what I couldn't reach
I listen to what people say
I no longer care to preach
I'm sorry to my uncle, I was lost without respect.
I apologize to my family, who never knew what was coming next
For my deception, lack of perception
I'm sorry to my ex.
With many words and few steps
I'm giving my all and nothing less
It's just so hard to improve your past
When people rarely saw your best.
With god by my side, I can't lose any fight
I will remain humble in my journey
I will help guide dark eyes to the light
I beg for the world to not quit, continue to doubt but learn to accept me.
It's not my family, it's not a woman, it's not my friends...I'm the only person who can reinvent me.
**Learning to enjoy life, if you work hard, it's okay to be proud
Excuse me for saying so much in a silent room...I was just thinking again...outloud.**
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 1:41 AM UTC
A newborn father
wears a path to heaven
in polished holy marble
'neath the pedestal
of stoney saints.
Deific overseers
cast artificial glory
incandescently.
A slice of dimly lit
hospital heaven
is framed with two candles
and the incense of Betadine.
Saint John's shadow
shares confessions
and supplications
over a once-immortal man
now unashamedly broken,
bartering trade with God -
his life for his son's.
This shoebox chapel
is starking cold.
Cold enough to preserve meat,
and doubts
which mock peace
against nun-hardened walls
echoing Satan's laugh.
Hope drowns in the ripples
of a basin filled with water
to wash our sins
but not our fear.
In the air hangs
the promise of eternity
(which is spiritual code for "death", but no one says "death" outloud. The more they don't say it, the more it sounds like "WE AREN'T GOING TO SAY "DEATH", WE CAN'T POSSIBLY SAY "DEATH", UNTIL IT IS SO UNCOMFORTABLE THAT WE MIGHT AS WELL BE SAYING "DEATH, DEAD, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DEATH AND TO TOP IT OFF...ON YOUR MOTHER'S GRAVE").
Yet piercing through
the promise of eternity
is the frail wail
of his baby's voice.
Legacy lingers in a
plastic manger down the hall.
Resurrection is more
than a prayer, it is his spirit
rising for one more miracle.
Faith is summoned
like a woozy fighter
demanding his will
to go on,
beaten,
half-concious
on the mat
refusing to lay down
for the count.
"God, I believe.
Help my unbelief."
The weeping man
stares into a statue's eyes
for salvation.
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 7:49 PM UTC
The twitch starts off small
A need to step outside.
My temper slowly coming to a boil,
Soon the need is out of control
and I do it again.
Just one more hit,
Just one more pack,
As I gasp and cough for air,
My breath that of an ashtray.
As my lungs blacken and my wallet empties,
I curse every puff, every drag.
"I don't want them!" I say outloud
As my body screams at me, angerly,
"Smoke 'em if you got 'em!!"
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 5:15 AM UTC
Like....
the first day of summer
finding yourself in a new exciting place
the moment in between jumping and landing in the water
singing my favorite song outLOUD!
baking the perfect pie
swimming with dolphins
finding a hidden waterfall
waking up to snow
falling asleep to rain
chocolate
truth
love
Nov 16, 2012
Nov 16, 2012 at 7:42 AM UTC
I cannot be gay, say
I cannot be gay, just say
I cannot be gay, gays
Think I'm pretty ugly oddly.
No guy crush can change my mind,
Say this outloud over one thousand times.
Given his kiss didn't beg for it,
That kind of affection could confuse a Pope or priest;
Could make any insecure boy think into it too deep.
Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 6:05 PM UTC
we’re riding in your best friend’s car
where yah tell me that I’m cute
I just bow my head and say
you’re pretty cute yourself
you put your arm around my shoulders
and tell me I’m adorable
my body responds by touching your leg
my head just thinks “how can he be mine?”
he sings outloud, “please fall asleep so I can take pictures if you
& hang them in my room”
I just close my eyes and bob my head
to this tune that reminds me of you
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 2:03 AM UTC
It happens every Tuesday night
As faithful as can be
Her mama comes to spend the night
Just to torment me
She sits in my recliner
Her stinky feet, up high
She'll always pass a little gas
Each time, as I walk by
With her false teeth on my table
And hair all over her back
She grunts outloud when she chews her food
She sounds like a half starved yak
My toilet has to be replaced
It's never quite the same
That woman's as blind as she can be
And doesn't have very good aim
She falls asleep in my favorite chair
With her bladder like a thimble
She always pees where ever she sits
Then smiles, and starts to tremble
My wife just sits and shakes her head
Knowing, that I'm in pain
She says it's just an accident
As I clean up the stain
It happens every Tuesday Night
Old faithful, at its worst
Some men love their mother-in-law
But me, well, I'm just cursed
Mar 8, 2011
Mar 8, 2011 at 10:17 AM UTC
You may not know this,
but I think of you often.
I genuinely miss you
but I don't know
what to say anymore.
Mar 12, 2021
Mar 12, 2021 at 11:22 PM UTC
On the bus,
the other day.
I saw a man who had nothing to say.
He was talking on his phone outloud, everyone could hear.
I never get that.
How can people be so open?
Are you one of those people?
Do you talk like that on purpose, trying to show the world who you are?
Like you do with your clothes and hair and music
This is ME, Look, I'm fun/interesting/intelligent
I'm a little quirky, I don't give a **** I fit in
I BELONG
You what?
I BELOOOONNNGGGG
Or is it just where you came from, your family?
They were open - they were loud and confident so so are you.
I guess, like most things, it's a bit of both
W
E
L
L
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I listened but as I said he had nothing to say.
So I looked to my music and pressed play <=========Super Cool Rhyming, So good at poetry
- to listen to more people with nothing to say.
But at least the way they said it sounded good
Nov 9, 2011
Nov 9, 2011 at 3:09 PM UTC
I’ve found myself feeling sad at night.
This is not something I say to make myself sound poetic or wounded.
Because no one should ever try to be those things.
They just are.
But as I was saying.
I’ve been feeling sad at night.
And I’ve tried my hardest to find the root of this emotion
Because every morning I wake up with the sun on my shoulder
And I swear I couldn’t thank God enough for the chance to breathe again.
For the chance to see and feel another day.
But I’ve felt this emptiness lately that the night seems to share.
This feeling of unfullfilment.
I’ve thought a lot about the cause of it.
The reason for this.
But there is none.
If anything I have every right to feel fulfilled.
I’m breathing, I have family who are very much alive.
I have friends I speak with every day
And still.
There is something
Missing.
I don’t know what it is.
I haven’t the slightest idea.
And this alone is the most unsettling part.
No root.
No cause
Nothing.
A perfectly healthy 18 year old girl
Who finds herself unhappy at night.
Sounds strange to say outloud.
But there it is.
And I know some would call it selfish.
Stop ******** about your feelings when people are suffering
People are bleeding
People are starving
People are cold
And I’ve found that it’s very easy to say these things about people I don’t know.
But I don’t know the struggles of others , and they don’t know my struggles either
So I can only pray that people don’t say these things about me.
Selfish isn’t it?
Nothing worth talking about.
But still I am.
I’ll just wait for the morning.
Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 12:37 PM UTC
There is a song that few have learned
That make the fairies dance
A secret spell that must be earned
That puts them in a trance
Late at night, when the moon is full
The queen will soon appear
All the fairies push and pull
In hopes of standing near
For tonight, the queen will choose a king
When the song is sung outloud
As all the fairies begin to sing
She passes through the crowd
They bow their heads as she walks by
But each one steals a glance
Their wings point high toward the sky
As the queen begins to dance
They sing her songs of romance
In the meadow where fairies dwell
Hoping the queen will give them a chance
As each one casts their spell
Her king is finally chosen
The queen has picked her king
The fairies voices are frozen
'Til the next time the fairies sing
Feb 22, 2011
Feb 22, 2011 at 12:43 PM UTC
The alien aborigines ,
They are a foolish bunch
Who do as they please.
The alien aborigines ,
They are good at everything,
Like spreading ****** disease.
They don't see me standing there,
right beside them.
That's because they're so easy to scare.
I don't want to have to **** them..
But for the planet's sake. .
Their future is uncertain, and so dim.
I should clense the planet earth,
Before they spread..
Stop them all at birth,
Till their kind is dead.
I don't want to have to **** them..
Starry-eyed and saddle footed,
The cold wolf's gaze is grim.
Cut the throat in the sleep,
Press real hard,
So the blade sinks deep..
You cry outloud,
As mountains lie naked,
Your species is too ****** proud.
The alien aborigines,
They know I'm here now,
Theres overwhelming fear and unease.
I need help badly,
You must come and save me!
They are looking at me madly.
Think they are gonna **** me, sadly.
These are the last days,
Of a forgotten world,
This is the end of a faze.
Everything crumbling and dying,
All the broken spirits,
Even their souls are crying.
If I die,
Send another one out here.
This is goodbye.
Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 11:10 AM UTC
I sit in the waiting room until I hear my name
“Jennifer!?”
I stand and follow the nurse into the tiny room
As I sit she asks,
“Last name and date of birth”
She takes my blood pressure and temperature
“Do you feel safe at home?”
I answer yes for I live on my own.
I feel safest by myself.
“Any thoughts of suicide or self harm?”
A pause
“No” I quietly mutter outloud
And on she goes
Little does she know what’s going on inside my head
I can just imagine the look on her face if I had spilled out everything
“Well you see, I have extreme anxiety, I overanalyze every situation I’m in, I get panic attacks, I think about cutting at least twice a day, I contemplate suicide on the worst days and am depressed beyond belief
But you’d never be able to tell just by looking at me.
Even she wouldn’t know what to do.
No one would know what to do
Not even I
For I argue with myself every night
Back and forth
Back and forth
I don’t think I have the courage too
Every time I get close I just can’t.
Deep down I know the people who care about me would be devastated
Maybe one day it’ll all go away
And my mind will be clear
Maybe... just maybe
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 12:30 AM UTC
Ironic how the only thing to sober me up is the intoxication tasted from your mouth...
and funny how the all of the words I wish to say outloud spew from my mind onto this paper but when you look at me, I'm speechless.
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 2:29 AM UTC
A crooked jaw through the middle of my bottom teeth
is a reward for a night well spent.
Charisma and charm,
the loquacious chasm between a visionary and a car salesmen.
Spent time, people, and energy
on credit
so that no one was left to stand between me and the pavement.
Now a canyon runs through my jaw
and I can’t smile right,
and my ear always hurts,
my chin clicks,
my eyes sit deeper,
my neck aches from looking over my shoulder,
tongue bleeds from biting,
mind’s weak,
linguistic chess,
anticipatory dialogue ripe with plastic fruit.
It leaves me nourished with doubt to speak outloud
and move outside my shadow.
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 2:13 AM UTC
You were the FINAL straw.
I refuse to to be SILENCED anymore.
My word speak VOLUMES
And I'll PROVE it to you.
I am SICK and TIRED of being stepped on,
Being JUDGED,
LIED to,
Taken ADVANTAGE of
like I'm WORTHLESS and USELESS.
I am NOT gonna believe that lie anymore, I know I'm SPECIAL.
I am not afraid to EXPRESS myself any longer.
I have people who CARE about me, who LOVE me for who I am,
Not for who I may have PRETENDED to be.
The choices in my life are MINE to make, because
I CONTROL my destiny, not you, or anyone who says otherwise.
I have the POWER to PERSEVERE,
To PREVAIL over any odds.
And GUESS what?
So do you you and you,
We all have a CHOICE.
I'm stepping up so my voice can be HEARD.
What about you?
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 10:17 PM UTC