"outplayed" poems
as i stand on this street corner and watch these two roads meet, i finally feel at peace
maybe it’s because it’s my feet at the intersection of two distinct paths,
merging at a point of vulnerability
maybe because it’s a reminder of you and me
and a blissful bond we once shared.
without a care in the world,
your arms wrapped around me to shelter me from the cold.
two souls kept warm by each other’s company.
two hearts dancing in the rain playfully, two minds with the same thing in mind; you want me to be yours and i want you to be mine.
i don’t know, maybe i’m crazy.
maybe time has finally outplayed me maybe i’ve stopped seeing beauty in the little things, maybe i’ve stopped appreciating the gift life brings.
maybe i’m in over my head, or
maybe i miss the familiar contours of your body between the chalk white sheets of my bed.
i don’t know,
maybe this is normal.
maybe i stopped being myself after you left, maybe this is all a test.
maybe i failed and i
couldn’t clean up the mess
maybe thats why the rain suddenly feels colder on my skin.
maybe thats why whenever i try to apologize i don’t know where to begin or
where to end all these that I’ve typed in my mind to tell you i just
can’t hit send
maybe i ****** up and i won’t admit it maybe I’m a coward.
seems like I’ve got all the time in the world, maybe i should do something about it i mean
every minute without you feels like an hour
maybe I’m a fool for distancing myself from you
maybe that why i couldn’t end with that i loved you because for some reason
i couldn’t accept that
maybe
just maybe you might of loved me too
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 5:57 PM UTC
Well now,
I seen you got that look in your eyes
I know you saw right through my disguise
This front, this mask I wear
Trying to tell everyone
"Beware"
Yeah sweet,
I see your hidden side,
That you've been trying to hide,
But please, just be fair,
I'm different I really do
Care
So...
You've seen what's been hidden
Underneath the paint on my face
I guess I'll have to apply a layer again
Can't let anyone touch my grace
I like being a mystery
Trapped in a
Haze
And...
There you are, out of my view
After I had a glimpse of the real you
Now I won't be put off
Or easy to faze
My life's complex
So I love a
Maze
It's true,
I do enjoy a chase
Sometimes, getting caught
Just ruins the game
So, as I look over my shoulder
I begin to
Wonder
I see...
I'll show you respect, admiration and grace,
I'll continue to follow but slow up my pace.
I still have my wits, but that's a wonder,
Considering it's your spell that I'm
Under
Do you now...
You know that I run for a reason?
I hide my inner light,
Cause I'm someone no one believes in
This life has been hard
And I'm the one dealing the cards
But I know now, I'm not the
Queen
Ah,
Unbelieved in is what you say?
I see it from another way,
You deal me the cards, and I pocket the hearts,
And you had it planned from the start,
You outplayed me, my trickster queen,
As we exit arm in arm as our final
Scene
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 7:56 PM UTC
a nuisance
scraping the sallow pavement
is what it was.
P ondering the truth and throttling
A cquiesence like it was a familiar
R use to be outplayed by vision plodding
I rises holding us against the
S ubtle egress of omens.
W arble no longer, paradisiacal birds.
I gnite no longer, city buoys.
T his is where they come to salvage ire.
H arbingers — dark, something fire
L eaves on damp graves
O ver grasslands lay quiet, felled dew
V ermilion eye seeing all
E rupt in a flash of a gun.
Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 5:37 AM UTC
The good ole days were enjoyed with ease,
There was less to enjoy because of disease;
There were fewer people to dress and feed
Thanks to childhood mortality.
The middle-class were few and greedy,
Thanks to needs and poverty;
We could find work and be employed,
But tenure turned to workplace injury.
Illiteracy was common,
Innumeracy, our fate,
Due to the high school drop out rate.
Polio and smallpox kept in check
The burgeoning growth of the unelect.
Minorities knew their social place;
Jim Crow was voting in black face.
Heteros ruled the ****** race,
Alphabet people were an outlier trace.
In summer and winter we were outplayed and beat,
With no Air Conditioning nor Central Heat.
Let's leave the past in the past,
Where history belongs;
Where hunger and sickness
Lasted all life-long,
And the poor and ignorant
Were subdued by the strong.
We can agree times were simpler then,
As time came rushing to an end.
Jan 2, 2024
Jan 2, 2024 at 10:57 AM UTC
long stretches of disappointing time
have turned you blind
to your dreams
X
well, in this time i have grown my vision
now i play life’s game
with better timing and precision
O
blind as you are
you’ll trip on your past convictions
flat on your face, full of regret
X
i pray
i don’t become blind
the older i get
O
resume to live by my unwise heart
manoeuvre to where
my unsure mind sees best
O
and this is how i see i’ll win,
where you have lost,
in the cruel game of life
O
(3 O’s in a row. I win!)
or
is my youth
my fall
X
and i’m unawarely
walking down the same blinding path
as you
X
will i see
that i’m blind
life has got me outplayed and i lost?
X
Apr 13, 2022
Apr 13, 2022 at 4:51 PM UTC
I stand still on the tip of the big hand at one
and the seconds pile on.
I wait for the chime,
it decides not to come,
so outplayed by the bad run of luck,
is it fate?
tucking my pant legs in my socks and spewing hatred at clocks and their imbecile ways which have for so long wasted all of my days.
I take the Sun by the ray which is beaming at me and wave goodbye to the seconds but they're too blind to see and more interested in being the weight that piles on when the big hands at one.
I rush out of the Sunbeams,
it seems like forever but more like that never ever is or can be
and the weight of the hours begin to slide up,
I see the trick now,
to unbalance me,
how cute is that?
Time starts and it ends in a flat line,
dead on arrival or the
fight for survival,
a train timetable,
I am unable to understand that which is clear
at times too far is far too near.
I stand,
the hands will return
time on my hands and too much time
to burn.
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 1:10 PM UTC