"outnumbers" poems
I’ve more love for you than the galaxy has stars, the place where heaven must lie. a vast eternity of beauty so unfathomable, only a fraction of souls seem to accept that one cannot understand it.
likewise, you will never know just how much I love you. everything that makes you who you are makes me love you more. my love is as infinite as the universe, it goes as far as the east is from the west, forever.
the dust of the stars are in your eyes, reflecting worlds you yearn for and of places so unearthly, so unimaginable. the longer I contemplate on my soul’s adoration for you, the only result I receive is a plethora of renewed love. a commitment to love you beyond the stars, push beyond the boundaries of what one can comprehend and give unconditionally.
because my love for you is as timeless as infinity and it outnumbers the stars. and the universe is but a mere speck in comparison to all the love I have for you.
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 1:14 PM UTC
Spoken word.
It ain't about
rhymes
sonnets
Shakespeare, Dickenson, or Poe.
It ain't about
the iambic pentameter flow
or the 5-7-5 of a haiku.
It's about
the heartbeat
the pulse that courses through your very soul in a rhythm that is completely
you.
It is YOU that falls from trembling lips
into the figurative and literal microphone before you;
YOU who breathes life into words that would
otherwise be considered
scribbles on a page.
It's an essence
a way of being
and beating
the drum of your being
that would otherwise have you hanging---
on tenterhooks,
waiting for permission
to raise your voice above the rest
just so you can feel
like you've got something to say.
And child,
you do.
You got a story all your own
a thunder that outnumbers
the roar of the lions that are too busy
with their 9 to 5 to stop
and listen.
So don't think you have to shout
just to be heard
but don't you whisper the words
that mean so much
but can seem so small.
They ain't.
Those words are your fists,
balled up tightly and raised high in the air
demanding the attention of anyone who will just
listen.
They strike
again and again
breaking the air and airwaves
with a newfound
beat
so don't you think
your fists are too small
to mean something
because child, they ain't.
Raise your words high
with that of your peers
and chant them again and again
like it's the last war cry that will ever
be heard
around the world
your voice is strong.
It echoes
and shakes the earth to it's very core
like a stampede
so don't you stop
don't you stay silent now
just step up to the mic like this
will be your legacy
your last words to live by
and the first words to make you
reborn.
Aug 5, 2011
Aug 5, 2011 at 2:31 PM UTC
Hard times are everyday
yet your smiles are so wide
I pray to help everyday
because your smiles help me
you are brave because you smile
you look at all of the good things in life
instead of the bad
even though the bad outnumbers the good
most of the time
I look around and see all of these people
complain about there day
when you smile and say the good things
that happened in your day
I wish everyone could look with your eyes
because of your brave smiles
and optimism
I will smile, laugh, love, and spread happiness every day for you and because it is something that I would have no problem doing!
Apr 17, 2010
Apr 17, 2010 at 10:29 PM UTC
Forest views
Awaken at sunrise
Piercing the clouds
As the day is reborn
Birds come to life
In wild interaction
Like a rainforest surrenders
And tropics unwind
Trees in transition
Calming the spirit
Relaxing the tension
As sunrise begins
Evergreen mem’ries
Outlining the skyline
Feasting on dewdrops
Forever again
Maple leaf forests
Defining the landscape
Perfection outnumbers
The harbinger boughs
As forest views remind us
To open our daydreams
To passion surrender
Another day found
5/26/19
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May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 11:03 AM UTC
A path I am on
The one I was scared to be on
The one that's a Frost's road
Different as they call it
The one i was taught about in class
(For the sake of literature
I think)
Difference though is omnipresent
(But for the sake of science i think)
Difference is dangerous
Prevented and taught to that
But still so immense in me
Running, I run fast from it
Still those tiny ants
Ride me and creep on my chest
I slap and I recoil
Not realizing they would bite
Just afraid of a possibility
Under influence of tales of history
Where tragedy outnumbers celebration
Difference that is lovely
A dog or a pet I adore
I embrace it on some units
In cases it makes me revolt
Against groups who think differently
**** differently
And I am proud to insult them
Their inheritance of unevidenced values
Suddenly, though, and mostly
I hit headlights
The dog bites my flesh
I am short of arguments
To support my difference
I am short of theorems
To prove what is right
As I shake my peace flag
Weak in doubts of my wrongfullness
Difference leaves me alone
I am disappointed
I am disgusted
By the different crowds
More even by myself
Difference leaves me alone
Not always
But when does
It blows me down
With contempt and longitude
And i wither back to doubts
Beginning like a shower
Taking up, thunderstorm fashion
That 'I must be wrong'
Differents - hated by many
Maybe because they think it is a disease
Maybe it is going to convert them
Maybe they'd feel isolated
Left alone on a planet
Where everyone is on a screen
Screens might be too many
And you lose your owness
In that melancholy
Maybe scared,
The apparent parental foundations
Blown down to dust, now they mean nothing
The social cycles breaking apart
Storms of worry corrode and perforate
Your soul,
I understand its difficult
As I stand wet at the pavement
Staring at my waterlogged road
(I understand)
I was born with this monster
Feeding on my psyche
Leaving me deficit
Leaving me dumb
It taking my advantage
I taking its name
When i have to name my life
In one word
No matter how much
I tried shooing it away
Putting up acts, masquerads
It's impossible to let it go
It is me, the difference
And I feel like everyone is
Only either I am too insistent
For making my difference
So significant
Or I am a fool
That can't get over itself
Pk
Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 5:15 PM UTC
Blood, blood, blood
Drips the colour red
They who have killed all gods
Save themselves
Drowns the masses in silent waves
Those who do not mourn the loss
But give thunderous applause
To the slaughter of themselves
Those who are free in body
Are chained in mind
Yet know nothing of their shackles
They Shoutout
Glory! glory! Glory!
While they themselves are slaughtered.
Their blood fills the streets
For the colour red still reigns
And ignorance remains.
They who have killed God
Worship themselves.
While others do the same,
And shout out
Death! Death! Death!
This beast they have tried to tame
Only grows.
Though still the red river flows.
Now the beast outnumbers them
But they themselves do not know that they are the only monsters
And the beast is innocent of blood.
Torn apart yet still growing
They cannot stop the beast.
For it is good and they are evil.
The beast primeval.
They who shout out
Hooray! Hooray! Hooray!
Have turned the prayers into prey.
And kneel before new gods
For the one killed for them
They refuse to serve
Driven by lust
And void of trust.
Now they have come to the final place
Their river has become an ocean
The prayers are slain
And the colour red reigns.
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 1:33 AM UTC