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Dawn of Lighten Dec 2014
All those eyes face upon my movement like a circus monkey,
Laughing at the uncontrollable flailing of my arms and head.

How could I express my embarrassment of so many entertained by my misery,
Like the stabbing of needles around my whole body.

So much movement and sound moving in thousand beats per second,
"And this desire to release sensory overload by hitting against my head."

This solitude of being alone is overwhelming,
And I wish I can convey my deepest emotions.

Only if I can communicate my world to you,
And tell you how I feel.
To dream like you,
And have many aspirations.

How could I express these thoughts to you,
I am a human being stuck in a different body!

Please be patient with me,
Show me the right way,
And I will show you my deepest thoughts,
My dreams.
I was watching a video about this autistic girl, and how people thought she was less than human who could not convey her thoughts, but until she reached 11 and started to type on the computer.  Wrote this in thoughts of this autistic girl's perspective, and some lines taken from her own direct context!



Youtube video

http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=vNZVV4Ciccg
Riptide Aug 2014
She has a way of tormenting you
In every direction you try take
She gives you a curfew
Hoping, probing, that you, too, slip through the cracks.

I wanted to be a astronaut
To explore the universe
To find my destiny
Through the black hole
And out
Spaghettified or not
When my now cuffed-mind
Soared the air
With wings dispersed in the wind
Still when she didn't care
And thought I was harmless

She tried shooting me down
And got one through a wing
Now I think I want to be an accountant
Mediocre and sane

But who wants to have sanity
When you can be in it?
So I crashed into Hyperion
And as high as I am
She still sends her vicious winds
To try and cut me down

But her torment crafts precious stones
So in the interim
I'll hold on
Hoping that I can un-cuff my mind
Keeping a birds-eye view
Like a leopard waiting for its ****

So that one day
I can glide the universe
Wings distributed out wide
Skillful and experienced
So she can never shoot me down

Now
Perched on Hyperion
Patient and vigilant
I wait
#Hyperion is the tallest tree in the world. If you have any questions, just inbox me or comment.
Lexie Jan 2014
You wrote me a letter it came in a box
A box with no key a box with no lock

The words on the outside were as formal as could be
But I was exited to have something just for me

I ripped up the paper and put it aside
To exited to see what was inside

You asked how I was and how I was doing
I told you of my latest plots I was brewing

The letter riddled with X's and O's
But nothing sappy enough to blow my nose

I wrote you a reply written on some paper
And put it in the mailbox the day later

I signed my name with hugs and kisses
And lots of pointless heartfelt wishes

I wait and wait and wait some more
Until the mailman knocked on my door

A patient emptied from my lungs
And as I read the words I sung

Kisses are dreams from your face
And nothing ever shall take your place
Earl Jane Aug 2015


Let me have an introduction to this long letter for you.

1 Corinthians 13:4-7 (NIV) “4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.”

First of all, I wanna say that, “I REALLY LOVE YOU SO MUCH.” This is not some joke, Brandon. This is real thing! I truly know deep within me that you are my soulmate. Like what you said “IT IS REALLY AMAZING” that whenever we feel that something’s really wrong, we do feel that one oF us has troubles, problems and struggles going on, and YES! We really do have! God will wake us up, even midnight, early in the morning, and He will give us that strong feeling that I should check on you or you to me ‘cause something’s not right, and yes. There’s really wrong going on. And “OH MY!” as I remember never did I felt that. I was so AMAZED and so GLAD, like WOW, you are really the one. I never expected this kind of happiness I have never felt, seriously I am so much happy with you. Really happy with you a lot! So much! You should know that king! :)

Please, don’t ever say again that you don’t deserve me. Guess what, I DON’T DESERVE YOU! You are saying I am so perfect, NO, I AM NOT. I am no perfect person, I am just being me and doing things which I think is right and good. You know, I have never met anyone like you, you are not like those worldly man out there, your light shines brightly in me, in the darkest corners of my life, you became my light. If you read my poem, “MY FIREFLY” yes! You have been like that to me, that you have light up my darkest corner and you give me hope! You are my happiness king, my life, my everything, the excitement I always have when I wake up every morning, my soulmate, my best friend, just MY ALL! Can’t you see that king? I am so much happy with you, a lot!

We are humans king, we do commit mistake, and I 100% know and understand that! I don’t know why you are begging for my forgiveness when in fact, I ALREADY FORGIVE YOU! No reason to be sad king, ‘cause I am here for you. I am not going anywhere, I will NOT LEAVE YOU! You are the only man who made me this happy, who made me feel that “OH YEAH, I HAVE MY WORTH IN THIS WORLD, I AM NOT SOME TRASH.” Yes king, you made me feel my worth, you made me feel that I still have done good in this world, that I am worth more than anything. It’s only you king who made me feel my worth. Only you!

Brandon, I am waiting for you. Yes, true love means waiting, and I can wait even forever. I do believe you are worth waiting, worth sacrificing, worth caring, and worth loving for. Please, let’s overcome this demons that is trying to destroy us. We have each other and yes, WE HAVE GOD ABOVE ALL! We can overcome all of this. We will! OH YES WE WILL! Just remember no matter what happen, I WON’T GIVE UP, hear me?!! I WON’T GIVE UP! I love you much more than you think, ME MOOSSTT!! ME MOSSSTTT!!

Please don’t think that all you did was hurt me. WHAAATTT?!! Are you kidding me? LOL. You are kidding, I know! Oh my, Brandon! If you only knew how happy I am being with you, If only you knew how blessed I am to have you, If only you knew how thankful I am to have you.. URRRGGHHH! Please know that.

I am doing my very best for you king, I knew you know that. I am just here when you need me, when you have troubles and burdens, I am here. {Well, we feel there’s wrong going on, no need to call out our name ‘cause God will just push us to check on each of us.} Yes king. You deserve happiness, you deserve all good things! You do deserve all!
I just wanna thank you for everything you have done for me. I know words are not enough to express how happy I am, not enough seriously! But just wanna remind you I am happy with you. I am waiting for you my future husband. HAHAAAAAAAAA. I am really waiting for you. I really love you. You are the one I love, I don’t want any other, only you king. ONLY YOUUU!! Only you I longed to be with, only in your arms I wanna be, Only with you I wanna be with like forever! :) I am praying a lot for you king and your family. Just know I love you a lot. A LOOTTT!! ME MOST!!

Xoxo
~Earl Jane
For Brandon <3
Persephone Oct 2014
Arrived late to the early bird special for the heavens of my mind
I'm a hard boiled egg in a soft shell crab waiting to be swallowed by a ***** swamp filled with ugly crocodiles in the same vein  at the same time 

Looking for a broader spectrum of potential unknowing whispers 
whispered a sweet something about a whole lot of maybes in my ear lobe.
Caterpillars sing songs to September 
slowly crawling back in time encouraging a butterfly of memories 
where two left winged hearts collided making supper with our doubts 
about unconcious recollections where we are mapping out the signs of new breakfast and bedrooms.

Investigate the vacancies of hearts you wish to keep with an open ended pitch of the other ones who seek you out.
Heart's for rent here
Who's the last tenant that moved out? Blur kaleidoscope of old addresses with similar layouts 
Because you're looking for French bathtubs in old Victorians 
And with the right selling line 
It's just a vintage room lined with dusty curtains and a sunroof with penetrated ceilings 
A character of wills you say,
blueprint of rented feelings.

Stir a cocktail of shock waves 
from stone cold realizations
while i mull steadily on my unsure 
recollection of what you meant when you said I'm the best thing
you've found in a long time. 
But that's just a new line
you've heard wiser men say
So you say it without hesitation and
make earlier reservations.

God, this could take an hour 
Or a second if your patient 
Adapt to different payments
Unusual affective statements
Encase it in sarcastic shell
crack it by the cases
Sew it at the seams make sure 
I seem real sure of your supposed
intentions.
Leks Jun 2014
I am a sunflower**
I am not a rose -- the bloom of the rose does not need to proclaim itself loudly to the world -- its very perfume is the witness of its own sweetness.  

I was a psychiatric patient for awhile. This long period of enforced inactivity induced in me a love of reading which stood me in good stead.

It made the inner life of thought and imagination intensely real to me at a very early stage.

This used to absorb my attention so much, when a book was in my hand, that I became almost oblivious to what was going on around me.

During these early days of rapid mental growth, a glorious treasure-trove suddenly opened up to me  (like a flower) a whole new world of fantasy and gave me its right of entrance into fresh realms of thought. My heart feel victim to my past lovers like the drug you were supposed to leave alone for awhile cigarettes became my only companions ; Lielanie too she helped with a sunflower like conversations I was enlightened and now I must grow again for my roots are starting to rot once again - my twitter followers and friends are the reason why I'm alive for I could vent and you; subliminally listen                                            Thank You.
Ps. Leks
mushroom faerie Feb 2014
I don't think I've ever been in love
I've fallen, though.
and by fallen I mean into a dark pit of months of agony,
waiting for my phone to glow in the instant gratification of our generations definiton of "love".
i'm horrible at being patient.
like really.
really
b.a.d
I've realized that if I do what I always have done : I will always get the same outcome so something obviously has to change.
I need to relax and enjoy my crafts
and enjoy the sun
and listen to Elton John
and not base all of my happiness on a member of the opposite ***:
thinking that a kiss from them will really fix all my problems.
because will it?
will it bring my brother back home and help subdue the religion that consumed him?
no
will it help all of the seam ripped threads on my broken heart somehow mend together again?
no.

If you could selfishly change three things in your life to make it perfect, what would it be?

I've heard many answers: most of them being

"You"
"You would make my life perfect"

But two weeks later with tear streaked pillows and an absence of makeup removers I need a break.
I can make my own life perfect.


Low expectations are better days.
The sleeping teeth therapist episode 3


For the last two weeks, Ros was having arguments with Brian Worrell, who was a coca cola addict and he had loads of cavities with some teeth rotting away, and despite her boss considering the pill will work for Brian, Ros says that the teeth are pretty bad, his mum and dad, who he lived with were prepared to pay as much as they want to fix his teeth, but if Brian doesn't give up or cut down on Coke, there is not much that Ros can do, anyway she was starting to wonder what can she do, and then Brains came to her, and said he has the resources to fix every one of his teeth and keep doing so whether he gives up coke or not.
Ros wondered exactly how he can, baring in mind she still doesn't know how he does it, she just prescribes the pill, and she can't understand that, nor will her patients, and Brains said send Brian to me, I can fix his teeth and keep fixing them, and Ros said, mate, you haven't even seen them yet, you don't know if it will cure him, and Brains said, well,yeah, but when I was alive, I drank too much coke, maybe that is what killed me, I dunno, and it was me drinking Coke, was the reason that I had to be the skies official dentist, please send him to me.
So the next day, Ros went into work and her first patient was Brian, and she discussed the pill option with him, and Brian was saying he heard this on the TV, and yes, he will be willing to give this a try, it will be cool, he thought, and he took the pill home and when his parents first knew about this pill, they went over to Ros's surgery very angrily saying how can a pill do this and she argued with reception for 15 minutes before Ros came out to try and explain to Brian's mother, and of course she knew nothing about how this works and Ros figured that it sounded to unrealistic to tell the truth, and ended up saying, just trust me on this, it's his only option, his teeth are too rotten to save, and there are a lot chemicals in this pill, to work for your son, Brian, I am sorry, but Brian's teeth, really got really bad.
Brian's mother left the dentist very angrily, not really at Ros, cause it's not her fault that her son drinks too much coca cola, she really wants her son to try harder to look after his teeth more, because she believed in being healthy, the natural way, and it's hard to see a son who needs a stupid pill to completely clean his teeth.
When she got home she went into Brian's room and Brian was fast asleep, which was unusual, because he never sleeps during the day, but what happened was Brian took one tablet and at this moment Brains was operating on his teeth in the sky, this was hard to do, because when Ros explained it, she made it sound better than it actually was, and Brains had to ask Brian to take another pill, luckily the pill was by his bed, so his mum doesn't see him popping pills, and when he did that, Brains operated a bit more, and this was hard for him, but after 3 more pills later, Brains managed to fix Brian's mouth, but said these pills will make you drowsy, so don't rush out of bed to check them, you could fall, and we don't want your mum thinking your a drug addict, and Brian, if you don't want me to repeat this procedure, stop drinking Coca cola, because the amount of pills you had tonight, could **** you if you have them too many, I really made this pill just for people to have dental care, without the big bill, so I know that no ones perfect, but you shouldn't drink too much Coke.
Later that day, Brian woke up and had a look at his teeth, and by jingle by jangle by ******, his mouth was completely healed and when Brian showed his mum, she was a bit worried when he said he had to take 5 pills, but she liked the result, and then said to Brian, please give up Coke, and you might go back to Ros, and be healthy as you look after yourself,
Ros and Brains, started to enjoy their partnership, and Brains told Ros to make sure she explains the dangers of what drinking coke does to teeth, and Ros said it will be her pleasure as soon as she hung up on a very happy mother of Brian, yes another person's teeth was repaired by the sleeping teeth therapist.
I no longer have a mission,
A patient without a condition;
My objective has been cancelled;
A river whose waters have been quelled;
I'm a traveler without a map,
An MC at the mike without a rap,
An engineer without a blueprint;
A runner who cannot sprint;
But at least I'm a picketer with persistence,
Living through others my existence;
I am here listlessly awaiting,
Her arrival time obliterating;
But she just left not hours ago,
So what I'll do I don't know;
Sift through tasks unscheduled,
Tend my garden find weeds un-pulled;
Take out the trash, wash the dishes,
Play magic eight ball and make a list of wishes;
Without her I run circles round and round,
A puppy without a collar tag waiting at the pound;
Till she comes again; leash in hand,
To lead me; like a lost sailor to land...
© okpoet
little Bird Feb 2015
I don't like him as much as he likes me, but it's comfortable and I haven't had that in so long. It's been years and he's loved me since he met me. I've always known but would never admit it. The first time he kissed me he said,
"I have wanted to do that for so long!" and I hailed a cab alone. I sleep in his bed on Wednesdays and Saturdays, but we act like it's not routine. I still haven't invited him to my house. He hasn't met my best friend. I talk about her all the time, but I never mention him. I wonder what his friends know about me. If they tell him to leave me. I skipped his birthday and he wasn't mad. He can't help but kiss my head, my back, my ears, my toes, my... He's patient. I met his family when we were friends. He always smells my hair and cooks me dinner. I miss him most when I'm on the train. He remembers all my stories that no one ever listens to. He wants to keep me warm--my hands, my feet, even though they rarely are, and I barely notice. Except when my feet are touching his and I don't want to turn his warmth into my cold. I have poor circulation. And isn't that how it's always been? Poor circulation.
His warmth, my cold.
Catrina Sparrow Dec 2013
i want to douse you in the muddy water
of the balckfork's patient trickle
     at the crest of spring
and baptise you as mine to keep

     my own semi-precious stone to bring to the table

let me carry you around in my pocket
like a bottle cap
from the last bar you sat at
     while you were day-dreaming of me

          some treasures are far too great
          to try to hide from the world outside

          and more often than not
     a good bargain
isn't what we bargained for
LJ Chaplin Jul 2013
I've got 99 problems and you're 98 of them,
Would you like me to repeat?
Shall I tell you again?
You frustrate me,
Irritate me,
You really do deflate me.

I'm trying to breathe hard
And swallow down the swear words,
But it's getting to the point
Where those sweet words need to be heard.

I've been a patient guy,
So give me some credit,
But I will be ripping into you
And when you read this I would've already said it.

I'm not a mean person,
I'm actually quite passive,
But if you tick me off,
My response will be massive.
B words,
F words,
And multiple more I shouldn't say,
But I've had enough of being treated
Like I'm the leftover cigarette **** at the bottom of your ashtray.
A Gouedard Jun 2014
impatient for your arms again i rise
to sit and watch your secret sleeping eyes
what dream is this that keeps you lingering there
with smiling parted lips and tender sighs

what joy in sleep fills your so captured heart
while i wait here alone, to watch apart
and gaze upon your much loved gentle face
more lovely than a work of perfect art

i wander in the garden late at night
to gather perfumed roses, pink and white,
while I my patient lovers vigil keep
to bring your morning wonder and delight

the dark, the stars, the moon are gone away
across your sleepy pillow sunbeams play
in this new world refreshed, renewed, be mine
awaken to another golden day
WickedHope Dec 2014
Be real
Be original
Be classy
Be traditional
Love your family
And save me from mine
Tell me nerdy jokes
Make me snort out laughing
Let me adjust to your touch
Be patient enough not to rush
Remember the things I tell you
And open up to me too
Ask me questions
Bandage my cuts
Be my two A.M.
Be yourself
And let me be me
Because I never really told him,
even though he never really asked.
Liam hopson Sep 2018
SOME FOLK SAY IM CRAZY
SOME FOLK SAY IM WEIRD
BUT LIAM SAYS BE PATIENT
LIAM SAYS DONT FEAR

MY MIND IS INCREDIBLE
MY MIND LOVES TO EXPLORE
WITH TIME I WILL GET THE ANSWERS
WITH TIME I WILL OPEN THAT DOOR

I SAY TO ALL THAT BELIEVE
I SAY TO ALL THAT WILL LISTEN
MY DREAM IS MY REALITY
MY DREAM IS MY VISION
I believe in myself even though others do not. My words are my feelings and dreams. Im not sure if they are just random words thrown together or they have meaning ?? Only you can tell me ?? I'm only writing what I believe honestly. You choose to read, you choose to interpretation.
v V v Nov 2015
I.

She’ll drive through the parking lot
at quarter past eight tonight;
but first she’ll put up the gravy
and throw away salad.

There is something amiss with the sun.
The angle through the window,
she’s never noticed it on
her plate before

because by now
they were usually seated in the den
where the sun would greet them there,
not here.

It’s not like him to be late.
She worries while she sits,
waits a little longer,
watches the sun slide over
the edge of the table
and drift toward the empty den.

She feels as if she’s
stepped off a spaceship
after landing on a different planet
and the simple act of breathing
requires exaggerated effort.

She looks around at nothing that’s familiar.

She gets up and clears the plates,
feeds the dog, loads the wash
then heads for the door.

Its no surprise
she finds his car parked
in space 138.
The same place he always parks
when he goes for a run.

She shakes her head  
and checks her watch,
confused by the clock
on the dash, 8:31 pm.

It doesn’t make sense.

25 years of routine behavior
makes her think that it is morning.
He parks in space 138
in the morning.

Troubled by her fractured norm
she calls 911 and waits for
the police to arrive.
They tell her that they found a man
and ask her to go with them but
she cannot, or will not go with them
to identify a dead man,

lifeless on a concrete slab
in a cold city basement
under blue neon buzz
above refrigerated drawers.

They will need to find another way
to break her heart tonight.

She refuses to hear what happened,
how a mental patient ran from
behind a tree and hacked him
with a rusty machete.

She will not go with them,
she will not listen to their story,
she will not turn on the television,
she will not speak to anyone but

she will hang on to routine.

She will hold it tightly
for as long as she can.

II.

On a random Saturday at 5:15
she rushes to prepare dinner by 5:30.
At 5:35 she stares at the kitchen clock,
the one they calibrate with Greenwich
once a month.

At 5:36 she takes off her apron,
folds it carefully so as not to wrinkle it,
wipes a bead of sweat from her upper lip
and wonders if its menopause.

Her heart is racing as
she jumps at the sound of the telephone.
  
When she hangs up she is calm.

The coroner has confirmed.

She heads toward the back door,
spots her keys on the left hook while
the right hook sits empty
and she begins to cry.
    
She takes her keys into the garage
but leaves her purse behind.
She won’t be driving anywhere tonight.
She starts the car,
    
leaves it running and gets out,
lies down on the cold cement floor,
curls into a fetal position and
slowly drifts toward sleep.

She finally admits the truth.

He sleeps on cold cement as well.
A very sad story that has stayed with me now for several weeks... I wake up thinking about it, I am haunted by this story..

http://www.dallasnews.com/news/metro/20151027-for-wife-of-white-rock-slaying-victim-pain-was-unbearable.ece
Sean C Johnson Aug 2013
Let's bury the lovely inconsistencies 
Leave the intimate fallacies to mystery
Then my perception of your passion fits with me
Red brick to mortar 
you laid your deceit in a building order
Despite the inherent wrecking ball tendencies you chose to utilize
Blind to my youthful eyes
Let's brush the displaced fervor for lust under makeshift throw rugs
Void of emotion until you know no love
As exhilarating as the love you left long ago as leaves of dogwood trees in a late Pennsylvanian november
Rigid structures that wait a season to return to the lively form they remember
Bare white bark and dead extremities 
Bare as your stockpile of passion meant for me
The surplus became a short supply when I left your graces
Amidst the sea of faces
You encounter in the places
You replace me to fill the voids and spaces
My memory laced with traces
Of your gentle touch, a cool spring breeze to my sun soaked skin
Recalling the ominous climb before the downward spin
We always seem to find ourselves in
Perhaps the fact the rush of the climb washes my mind of the inevitable collapse
I all too often push the moment from thoughts of past
The sinking in my stomach peaking the point of no return
As I set my eyes to the horizon and watch us burn
In the setting sun of an Middle eastern summer
Your lightning fast decisions to leave never compared to the rolling thunder
That swept over my soul
When you tore the hole
In the hazel eyed sky of my perception
with your ill fated rejection
Casting projections 
Of your likeness in the constellations 
Trembling fingers wait patient
Making comparisons and relations 
Between every aspect of you I savored
To Orion's belt, cassiopeia, ursa major
Every slight shift in its luminous glow
A subtle reminder to me of the love you will never know
Intergalactic representations paint the stage for supernovas
Expunging the lovely aroma 
I grew accustom to
Coming to harsh realizations there's no reciprocal paid in full for the love I loved for you.
Bee Mar 2018
It’s not about fitting it all into the car;
it’s about fitting the pieces together
against the agrestic trunk space.
It’s the way we hungrily wait
to spit up our influence It’s
the patient extraction of
a cat cornered conver
sation that is easier
to  shove  under
the innate rug
that is this
chaotic
l i f e
I thought I'd catch a wanderer,
As sand through glass was seeping.
I'd use more time than I'd afford,
yet perhaps he'd be worth meeting.

I waited for him here and there,
his restless soul kept straying.
My patient words and hopeless love
could keep him not from staying.

But far unshaken, my heart desired
a wanderer I'd be too.
Inseparable voyagers we soon became,
'til the dunes at last fell through.
Jason Harris Nov 2012
Through the stars of time I called your name
Out to the heavens I reached so far,
I felt your spirit as I lay,
To find your heart is what I pray.
On nights of pain, through Hells deep heart,
I fought my way to where thou 'art.
For you are a beauty, that splits the sky,
A glimmer of hope lay within my eye.
A patient being is what I forever am,
until the day comes that I hold your hand.
For if not now, the time will come,
The day I yearn for dawns with the sun.
I feel you now within my soul,
A broken tear has become whole.
I knew I would find you, and that I have,
To you I now lay my heart in your hand.
zoey glass Jan 2013
I used to stick my tongue
out often,
pointed and flexed,
at the culprit. One time,
yours touched
mine, or mine
touched yours--
a pinprick of infection
spread up over
the soft pink bumps,
blooming onto my round
child's cheeks.

But I soon forgot
your tongue, its feel
or taste replaced
by the sand
paper rubbings
of the others
removing the layers
of polish I painted
my tongue pale blue

like my tilted bathtub,
like jake's eyes,
so it was, as if,
I really had
licked the sky.
Swallowing the plaster
of the cracked clouds
over my baby bed,
swallowing it
like rain that cures
the thirst of sailors
with only salt
water in their
blood. In my

blood
running marathons
from tongue
to toes, past tendons,
making blue
red again, making red
blue again. My heart
and lungs a patient
paint factory
with only two
primary colors.
Mike Essig Mar 2017
I am often asked this question in comments, private notes and emails.

The short answer is: I don’t know.

I don’t know if there is an answer or if I’m the man to even try.

First, there are probably as many ways to write poetry as there are poets. I can’t imagine any one size fits all template. That is too horrible to contemplate.

Second, my method is actually a non-method. I will describe it, but I doubt it will be useful or transferable.

I have been a fanatical reader all my life. I still am. I probably read an average of three books per week. This has been going on for decades.

I have been reading poetry seriously for perhaps 43 years, including being taught how to read closely by some brilliant professors as an undergraduate and graduate student.

This has deposited an enormous mishmash of poems, sentences, images, phrases and fragments in my brain. Add to that mishmash decades of reading across disciplines, especially history, philosophy, religion and novels. Imagine that mishmash slowly marinading and fermenting.

From that random accumulation, without provocation on my part, poems emerge. There is no order to this and not much effort. I just channel what shows up. I do some retouching, but little serious rewriting.

And there you have it: my non-method. It should be obvious why I doubt it will be of much help to anyone else.

I can give a bit of advice, but only based on my experience.

Love words. Love to learn them. Love to play with them. Delight in them.

Read as much poetry as you possibly can. I doubt anyone can become a poet without doing this.

Be patient. It takes a while for the marinade to work. I’m 65 and I only began writing seriously eight years ago.

Find your own method and your own voice. You’ll know when that voice is authentic.

And then, sing out.
Silence Screamz Oct 2014
Crying asylum,
swallows me whole.
White coats surrounds me,
taking control.

Forcible pills,
from lady insane.
Swallow them down,
or wrenching in pain.

Rooms smell of *****
and ***** and such.
Banging your head,
it drives you just nuts.

There's Sam in the corner
counting the bugs,
Alice walks around
giving false hugs.

Look, standing there,
Mike's tearing his face.
Sue's so surine,
screaming in space.

Lights go dim
bed time is bout.
Voices are silenced,
cuz the needles came out.

Strapped to my bed,
I am piercing the dark.
Orderly walks by,
sharp as a lark.

Lying all quiet,
alone and not proud.
A squeal from the speaker,
quite vocal and loud.

Scurry in the hallway,
drinking from his cup.
"Dr. Smith to the Psych Ward!!!"
"Hurry, the patient woke up!!"
JDG Mar 2015
I'm a patient devil
it's been years
since my malignant gaze
first fell upon you
years
that were spent honing my edge
breathing smoke
drinking fire
waiting for time to cross our paths
more meaningfully
wading through waves
of temporary lovers
until now
I've reached the shore
on the other side
finally
I've reached
you
sharp
with intentions
both pure and impure
I won't let you slip from my grasp
easily
I've waited too long
I require recompense of some sort
for biding my time
so well
if this won't last
I want to be sure
I want to leave it beaten
and bloodied
on the ground behind us
if our roads diverge again
so let's sink our teeth in
our nails
let's be sure
low poetry Feb 2021
you should have an intention
to own yours attention

be conscious of your species
be unpredictable like dices
use more spices
smell your faeces

constant flow of changes
be with it, don’t try to hold
write your own pages
be patient, free and bold
Tap Head Jun 2017
Welcome to the self centered,
health center.
A hospital treating,  
ailments of the ego.

A patient with a bruised pride
having been chastised,
a marred mojo
and a hubris overblown.

X-Rays uncover,
the damage caused
by humiliation and regret.
Bones fractured by
that 'thing' he shouldn't have said

Miraculously, he did not die of embarrassment.
He's expected to make a full recovery
jerely Jun 2013
Love is like a Rain
That suddenly appears of nowhere
That suddenly changes your entire life
A rain that wraps with soft voice as well as sadness

                                                        ­ Love is like a river
                                                Always flows from you
                                            You dont need to touch 
        But always embraces you when you are alone

Love is like a mountain
You reach the highest thing or experience that you less expect

                                                 Love is like a spot light
                                      The one that shines so bright
                                               And there I saw YOU

Love is like a wind
It blows and appears in front of you
Out of somewhere else

                                            Love is like a sip of coffee
                      When you just relax at the coffee shop
There's a mystery that blooms around your table


Love is like a thorn of roses
You always end up hurting yourself
But in just ordinary day
There's someone who will comfort you out of the blue
                                            
               ­                      Love is like a piece of puzzle
                       You always struggle if you can't fix it
     But when you know you are falling you always   
                                         end up smiling for a reason


Love is like a puzzle
You like and love two persons
You end up confusing your mind
But have you realize the most important person
with you is just next to you?

                                  
                        ­                                Love is like a derp
                                           You like to do silly things
      Someone makes you laugh and happy out of a                      
                                  reason that it made your day


Love is like a big crap
You are stupid falling in love


                                           Love is like an ice cream
                                 You need to lick it before it melt


Love is like a mosquito
Once it bites you
You can never escape it

                                        
Love is like a handkerchief
Someone held you a hand while you are weeping and sobbing
So destiny comes and save you 


Love is Patient

Love is kind

Love is sad

Love is painful

Love is bitter and a sweet memories

Love is a happiness to be found




Cause Love is **Y.O.U.
I ran away
In spite of myself
I pushed back
From your selflessness

You were so good for me
I couldn't bring myself to believe
I guess I just didn't see
The good in you or the love in me

I'm left to wonder
What could have been
I'll continue reading over
I'll continue to listen

I'll remember you
Forever and always
I gave you me
Now I've gone out in a blaze

I'll fizzle out
Like a firecracker
I'll drizzle down
And burn the earth

You're there watching
Waiting for me to come back
I'll promise you this
I'm well on my way

Be patient, please
I'm trying, I swear
Soon I'll be
Nowhere but right there
Feedback would be appreciated.
jeffrey conyers Aug 2018
Never been in a rush to do it.
Too patience to not rush it.
Just to speak to you if my vice.

I could stay up all night just speaking with you.
And all the subjects we talk about.
Is so enlightening to me.

That the thought of anything else.
Is a far distance thought to me?

So until that moment come when I touch you.
I am patient like I said to not rush you.

But the more your lips speak.
The more I feel the need to kiss.
And just a slight touch from you.
Make me want to make that move.

I be smooth like Smokey singing that Cruisin' tune.
Just riding that wave until you feel comfortable being driven.

So until that moment come.
You have no need to worry.

No need.
No need.
No need until that moment comes.
Tuesday Pixie Aug 2014
Thing is. I wouldn’t usually even try to figure this one out.
She’s so different.
So special.
And I get nervous.
The butterflies take away my eloquence.
They make me stumble.
And with her I would stumble anyway
Because she comes from a different mind
I want to understand
I want to understand
I want to understand
She humbles me.
I’ve hardly ever felt so humbled
It’s like she knows.
Her perspective
- I wish to taste it
But the butterflies
- And there’s this wall there
I’m learning
Please be patient
I stumble
- We all stumble
And you humble me and I stumble again
Your achievements fill me with pride.
And they’re not even mine.
Pride and happiness for you.
Because you deserve it.
You deserve greatness.
I want to understand
I want to understand
I want to understand.
Aisha Zahrah Dec 2013
Morn hath come, and I rushest out of my bed;
I washest my hands, and striketh my fingers wet;
I cleaneth out dust, which keepest falling from 'em stilll;
I greetest lone dew, clouds, and yon usual mornin' shrill;

I washest my face, and ponderest over Thy Grace;
I soaketh my lips, and saith Thy love verses;
Verses of love, my florid comfort and solace;
Best of wonders, justice, and solar miracles;

I slideth hastily into my white gown;
For dawn hath come, and greeted me when alone;
Night hath but been a dream and a tiny song;
With chords unreal, and words t'at were not long;

When winds are gurgling and my fantasy is torn;
I still wantest to think but of Thee alone;
The verses of love t'at hath long been gone;
Leaving me deathlike, and breathless on my own;

My blood is again thirsting for Thy love;
Whose enemy hath been dishonest all t'ese years;
When I boweth to th' floor and looketh again at Thee above;
Within my chaste gown, I recalleth my prudent inward tears;

Tears t'at hath never real faded, nor waned;
Tears t'at hath hitherto kept me all sane;
Thy verses of love made me once more feel loved;
And healed my congested soul t'at was sorely halved;

Within my heart dwelleth but one lump of scars;
But all t'ese years I'th known Thou art ne'er t'at far;
With Thee only, my past regrets might just seemeth fatuous;
My whining heart cometh relieved, and my virtues turneth joyous;

Ah, Thee, Lord of th' Worlds and of nights and days;
Ah, Thee, Whose verses are prettier than what we hear;
Ah, Thee, Whose Light is tenderer than any poems I might say;
Ah, Thee, Who ruleth but alive and always stayeth here;

Ah, Thee, Who engendered earth, hell, and heaven;
Ah, Thee, Who tamest wild souls, and enlightenest the chosen;
Ah, Thee, under Whom enemies canst be our best friends;
Ah, Thee, under Whom misery canst be glad, and hearts are patient;

Ah, Thee, by Whom an infant shall healthily grow;
Ah, Thee, by Whom days shall fade, and be braced for tomorrow;
Ah, Thee, by Whom th' luminous shall win and as ever glow;
Ah, Thee, Who always listeneth and heareth and ceaseth not to know;

I praiseth Thee and Thee only with joy;
I claimeth my blessings and honour to Thy Prophets;
Thy delight is th' sweetest t'is life canst employ;
Thee, by Whom I was created--and by Whose Mercy I am fed.

And I boweth again and again to the floor;
I criest my deepest tears, and cite t'ose anew from th' core;
Thy verses of love t'at were once then thwarted;
But as I ever know, Thou shalt always leave my heart rewarded.
Jessica Jan 2018
One day you will love me like I love you, it just seems like you don't have a clue. My heart has been broken for so long, I pray that you are the one with some glue.  That's your biggest  of all the test, to see if you can be true.  Don't need no whites if that's the case, I can surely fly that infamous kite.  Time to bring  ourselves out of the dark, and finally find our light. **** though, I don't want to worry, just because I'm not in your sight.  Please ease my mind.  I am trying so hard to be patient, respect, loyalty that would be polite.  Just bear with me, and stick by my side, but if you have to hide it then it's wrong.  You will just leave me broken, cause you couldn't come through with the words that you loudly spoken.  The new Bonnie and Clyde, don't prove to me that you just lie. Then I will for my well being have to give up on the fight.
Alex Coleman Apr 2010
In my drama class we had to right an, "I am/ I come" from poem/story.
We had to write 3 things on each of these categories: places, names, accomplishments, pet peeves, aspirations, fear, colors, foods, and religion. this poem/story is supposed to depict who you are, what your life is about. this is my story.*

I am the ridiculed, I come from eternal happiness.
He is my place, the safe harbor I run to often. That warm, soft place that invites me in, that which lives within myself.
He is my name, when people see me, I want them to see Him. He is the name I call onto when I'm scared or sad or even in my happiest moments.
He is my accomplishment, being loved by Him, and walking with Him is my greatest accomplishment, the only one I hold close to my heart.
He is my aspiration, all I aspire is to be like Him; be with Him.
He is my fear, I fear His mighty right hand and judgement. He is the fear that protects me from all of my other fears.
He is the gentle reminder to be patient with people, and forget my pet peeves.
He is my favorite color; the light to my life. I stand in awe of His brilliant colors.
He is my food, for He fills the emptiness in my soul, makes my heart whole again.
This is not my religion, this is my relationship with Christ. This is my walk of life, and I intend to walk it with pride.


I am the trees, shedding all my leaves. I come from the fall breeze enveloping me, the way His love does.
I am the lost and broken-hearted, my life cold and dark, which He has now lit on fire.

I am the ridiculed, I come from eternal happiness...
I wrote this in 20 minutes in my drama class. My drama teacher put us in a circle of chairs, dimmed the lights, and there was a chandelier right in the middle. He made such an aura in the room, that we couldn't help to be serious about it. I volunteered to go first.
I read this from my heart, and at the end, when I explained what this was about, I choked up.
Sometimes, I still want to choke up when I read this. Because I've fallen out of step in my relationship with Him. I wish people knew how happy He made me, how different my life was with Him. I know all of this, and yet, I still go on with my ignorant ways these days.
What am I doing

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