"pedastal" poems
wrapped up in aluminum foil
head resting on cracked concrete
surrounded by winking lights
and blinking eyes
warmth from the glow of humility
basking in the rays of a two dollar toaster
cardboard dwelling and trashbag scenery
paper towel t-shirt, styrofoam socks
salt and pepper lunchtime
pedastal reconstruction
hot coffee burnt tongue
peanut allergy and poisoned water
locked cabinet, rotting condiments inside an unplugged refrigerator
dying romance read only in magazines
purple heart scrawled on my arm
syringe full of bourbon plunged directly in my eye.
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 9:03 AM UTC
i have a headache. i have sore arms.
from drinking at 3 in the afternoon.
from holding you up on a pedastal for hours.
i dreamt about a salty girl
riding in a parade & confetti
made of dollars.
the golden rainbow is no bigger than my fist
and is blinding the dangling lovers.
next march the taste of flowers will
return to **** the garbage men,
they will be struck down by
flying swords of grass.
you will see the way the calvalry
becomes twisted up in drugs,
like a tornado singing a misty song.
it will let the dancer drift into orbit,
and i will watch as a pirate dies
of laryngitis.
Jan 18, 2012
Jan 18, 2012 at 8:22 AM UTC
I blamed the universe... Before I blamed you.
You held a blindfold over my eyes with tears in it; allowed me to sight only part of the scene before me.
I blamed the trees with the burnt branches; they bent ever so slightly to tickle you and lure you out to play.
I blamed your tribe; they put you on a pedastal, a pedastal that did not stay still for you to lay.
I blamed the leaves and the salt; they coerced you to mould into someone
Unknown to me.
Unknown to you.
I blamed myself; as I knew the blade would not go as deep as it would, if I Confessed to blaming you.
But
In the end..... You made the choices that brought a shard of glass down upon our ties.
I say you blindfolded me... But in reality I know, it was me, me holding that blindfold....allowing you to recite all those lies.
If only I knew how colourful the world could be without it obstructing my view.
Red and yellow and pink and green
Purple and orange and blue.......
I can now sing a rainbow,
Sing a rainbow,
Sing a rainbow too.
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 5:27 PM UTC
In my life
I have been
Lifted onto an impossibly high pedastal
Puffed up to fit the mold of perfection
Inflated with false hopes
Filled by others’ expectations
Blown out of proportion
Stretched beyond capacity
Pulled until I am nothing but papery skin and bones and air and dreams
But at the sound of your voice
I melt.
Never have I felt smaller than when the whisper of my name rolls off your lips.
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 1:50 AM UTC
I heard you broke the cassino
I heard you made them pay
I'm sure that many
Lost their jobs that day
Now I hear you are flying
In your brand new Lear jet
Somewhere to the south of France
Hoping to make the set
"So how's my little girl now
Do you still remember me
Or am I now just your
Distant . . . memory"
We grew up with all of nothing
That you could ever want to buy
But on nothing' sake
We did give it a try
Now you've hit the big time
I hope you never fall
Your pedastal rising upward
Ever . . . so tall
"So how's my little girl tonight
Do you sometimes still remember me
You gave me your locket
I gave you my key
Do you ever . . . remember me"
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC
i laugh
as i watch
you
fall gracelessly
from the
pedastal i
naively placed
you upon
at first
i think you
flawless
no imprefections
mark you or
disfigure you
but turns
out you are full
them
i think though
i placed you up there
as a distraction
while i tell you
all the things
you want to hear
i cross my
fingers and
hope to hide
all the flaws
that ive been
trying to hide
so jokes on you
my inadequete
vision
of useless
perfection
Apr 7, 2010
Apr 7, 2010 at 3:39 PM UTC
At sea level once,
I placed myself on a pedastal,
but the nosebleed was a river,
a torrent greater than
one found
in the jetstream
& now I stick to the ground,
keep my feet plastered
firmly on the ridgeline
& stare up
into heaven
graciously.
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 3:07 AM UTC
The drunken dance of our war torn hearts are just the echo of a better time in my shattered mind....
The laughter of the peak of hapiness is just a cruel mask to temporary solitude...
Bring me back to my home or at least the castle in memories and stay safe in my arrogant tower...
Let your pedastal stand in hoarded surroundings so my clutter looks up to something...
Ill pull myself together and break the spell of shattered dreams only to make the moment seem beautiful....
But dont look back or the five oclock shadow of a broken man will engulf the joy i see in your eyes....
I disappear into the nothingness created by my wisdom to let her be free....
And as i watch her leave she takes the last breath of pure air in my vaccuum of heartache...
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 3:56 AM UTC
Your condemnation
of hands around my throat,
swept my consciousness underneath your pillow
and let my body drift arount your word.
On more than one occasion,
I was excited by the attention you gave my worth
and let my achievement dance around your tongue,
my belonging hung off of every word you offered.
Hands behind your back,
you choked the ambition from my throat
and pulled me closer with every tongue that uttered the four syllables of my name,
until they forgot how to fit me into a sentence.
Twice I frayed the knot you tied around my neck and down my back,
and at my strongest, you recalled the crease in my side that made me double over in laughter until it hurt,
and it hurt.
For the best part of what I thought to be my best days,
you forced my head to stay above the water so that you could balance on my shoulders,
and see your world from a pedastal,
while I drowned, and saw it as my only support.
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 1:03 PM UTC
I wonder what it's like to know that two and a half years later, you're still the center of his heart. I wish I could have that space, to finally take that place. Because despite his reassurances of being mine, you're still the one he chooses everytime. I've come to despise the month of May, for those are with you, his best of days. He mocks me with your presence, disrespecting the time we share in the present. There's a child in me that wants to beg, but here I lay in my sorrow instead. Wanting for him to let go of his dime, to finally wield his actions kind. I wonder why he chose me, to stain with such a jealousy. Your beauty is on his pedastal, a treasure I can never be. I hope one day he'll end his jest, of making me known that I am less. But I'm shown your memory I'll always have to contend, so someday he'll reveal it's all until then. I hope it won't be too late, when there's no more anguish left to wait.
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 4:37 AM UTC
First the sky
lets loose a cloud,
suddenly I'm drowning
in the emptiness of shadows,
the silence of alone.
Vacant now
but revisited often,
the space within
once occupied by you.
The love we shared,
a beautiful mess
of memories
I can't forget.
A grievance of time,
I waste days and nights on you,
pen of black ink running,
writing poety
to express how much
you meant to me.
Truly
words fall short,
a fraction of these feelings
of love,
fragments of heart
devoid of you
yet hopelessly devoted to you.
It is an odd thing
to fall in love with Winter,
the realization
moments are now memories,
a beautiful tragedy.
In the end
what was once freshly beginning
is now rotten and stale.
I stink of regret,
an ache with a desperate wish
I could forget you.
As the night drags on,
the hole within me deepens,
a hollowing sound,
the echo of the moonlight
disappearing into the sea.
Chill wraps around me
an avalanche of snow,
like all flowers destined to decay
without light,
I sink into cold shoulders
of midnight blues.
Missing you.
Is there no fate worse
than death,
except in the suffering
of the living left
grieving the loss of what was
or what will never be?
Perhaps
someday
the sun will see it fit
to shine again,
revive the dead,
wither the pain
within me;
place my heart
on the pedastal
of love's elusive bloom.
Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 8:36 AM UTC
It does not matter to the world,
Who you are
Or
What have you DONE!
There will always be someone
To take your place
No matter
What you have WON!
It does not matter to the world
what you are made up of.
If
you do not do it for yourself
It matters to no ONE!
Not even Einstein or Bill gates
Or
any other man with a million traits
Could keep a pedastal for too long
It is the way it IS.
If you keep quite and fade away
It is you,
who will be wasted
It is you,
who will loose your SAY
It is
the reality of this world.
The wheels of destiny
are at play.
It is
JUST YOU FOR YOU
Bend low
And have it all your way.
Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 1:49 PM UTC
I am really confused this time around
Why did your love take so long?
Was it because I was weak?
Did I think I was strong?
Maybe I was blind at that point
Now I sure do see
I cannot believe that with you
I ever disagree
I fell from my frail pedastal
Flailing hard, far down
You picked me up
From where I lay on the ground
The crash happened fast
I did not know I had been hit
Until your hand made me realize
Now I will never quit
Should I tell you
My feelings have grown?
More than I say
More than I have shown
You uttered the words first
But now i am unsure
Love is a beautiful disease
For which there is no cure
I think I will take a risk
I want one chance
I need to inform you
That I have changed my stance
If we start over I will
Care deeper than before
Give our love one last shot
Do not walk out the door
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 3:37 PM UTC
Her feelings caused by you scare
A mere mortal.
Can not possible endure the weight
anything less than a divine would tire
Yet she does not share
to anyone that could help her lift the burden
Burden?
She has placed this on herself
Her lips frozen, cemented
It is all her doing
Did feelings really cause this?
How can they take away
A humans most treasured prize
It is not them it is her.
She has placed the devil on a pedastal.
Stupid girl
He is not really there, they are not really frozen
You are not really frozen
Were feelings even shared?
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 10:51 PM UTC
Don't trust trains
They take you places, shuffling
Across steel paths cut for them
And take you for the pleasure of places
With no thought of the coming back,
Not of home
Don't trust trains
They sprinkle your sense of home
Across a wilderness of bright faces
With a sense of shallow humour, dark as
You'll never meet them again, like all
Upon rare returns all has changed, trains have swept all on, flash
Don't trust trains
Don't step to the pedastal, platform
Lest you've been warned a thousand times and
Disregarded every word
For the churning of wheels, you
Have laughed with a wheeze at the choke of belonging
And wished for more, I
Wish not to see you on the train
For just one time, if you are ready
To love and lose me
I'm here, bitterly tossed
At your sweet lap to take some hours of each other
Sprinkled on our lips like momentary dew
Until we evaporate and leave only the salt of loss
Adding what we can to life, no
Unless you really are ready for that
Never trust trains
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 4:54 AM UTC