"pilled" poems
Like spools of thread, pilled in the midst
Darkness draws attention to the danger
Up few miles, is that place
Where the sign reads, welcome stranger
Curiosity jumps on each step
As the enchanting forest gets deeper
The sun rays sparkle the early dews
And awakens the sleeping keeper
Birds chattering, singing melodiously
Giant rocks, stand as guards of century
Silent kills the morning songs
At the dark weaved, heavy grown entry
Myth say, it may be a portal to another world
But reports and researchers find it their own way
What's there to be afraid of
Besides an approaching thunder day
A torch in hand, walking cautiously
Humming sound follows through, alerting my ears
Tripping, few times on dead branches
Triggers my lost unwanted fears
It's almost past mid day, but not a single string of light
The passage seems like a hell deep
Strange scribbles on near stones, alert
"Do not fall asleep"
Hours of walking on turns and paths
Tiredness and hunger grasped in well
Don't fall asleep rings in my ears
I was not alone, I could easily tell
Within this labyrinth, mysteries lie of all kinds
An evil crackling laugh, shakes my fears
Looking in the direction of the sound
There is an "it" and it hears
Run out now, my gut feelings kick in
Hoping for sun rays, but thunder beats the sky
Peculiar heavy steps seems to follow
I wish, I could just fly
One exit, echoes another entry
A swirl labyrinth has woken today
Running in circles, lost my routes
I can't find my right way
A small spark of light in a corner
Disguised as the suns ray
Traps my vision to walk forward
Like a poised lucidest prey
What happened next, I do not know
But not alone now, as more walk my way
Finding their own possible routes
We have become abundantly stray...
©sim
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 8:12 PM UTC
Money makes the world go round
if you don't have enough, debt gets pilled on
if you have too much, your spending goes crazy
just the right amount and your stable
but it seems more and more people don't have enough
money makes the world go round
but will there ever be peace?
When will everyone have food on their table?
When will everyone be able to support their families?
When will the world finally learn the money can't possibly make the world go round?
Such an unstable business, money is
yet we all need it to survive.
It drives people mad
People get greedy
people get needy
people don't need money
they need love
they need to work hard
they need to eat
they need to survive
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 10:54 AM UTC
This is to all those misfits
To the Romeo car-washing in Inglewood inlets
To the Hippy selling crystals on the Venice boardwalk
The Magician swallowing 8-balls at the Huntington Beach peer
The Rapper selling CDs in the Ranch Market parking lot
The **** tatting in a makeshift garage
The Poet slinging chapbooks at cafes and rec centers…
Not androids pontificating from lecterns
But grimy roots burrowing deep
Seismic rumblings toppling down
Insured ivory towers
Smashing pilled-paradigms beneath Docs
Hustling and slinging
In the forbidden outshacks of civilization
In tents, over barbed-wire, beside shards
Desperate and burning
For neither Truth or Beauty
But for LIFE
They do not tap wrists
No, they thump chests
To feel it beat
To feel it rage
For fugitive fugues
For new eternities
They embrace
********** romance
Graveyard necromance
The holy hunger for change
Defying commercials and charts
Shivering and howling on streets
Waging guerrilla war
Liberating cubicled-hearts
Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 8:20 PM UTC
keeping warm by that old stove
kicking back shots and
always a beer in hand
we lived as if nothing could
ever matter for nothing ever
changed the same man sleeping
at six or seven having passed out
from half-a-days work
and a hard days drinking
sitting around there for warmth
some kind of something men
don't often talk about much
women there were hard to
find, not for lack of trying
they just always seemed so
out of place when they
did actually appear
extending the night was
the main concern making
the most out of the ample
time given to us
trying desperately to squeeze
out juice from every instant
with anything free at hand
retreating back to sofas
for sleep waking up with
head aches intolerable beer cans
all around going hard because
there was no where to go
debasing our minds with the nights
succulent spoils tabbed pilled or
powder madness feels like sanity
at the right moment
knowing full well it can't
be caught as it slips
through your fingers only
to be inhaled the following
friday then blown away
once again at day break
a perpetual mind ****
was the goal with actual
******* just secondary reasoning
living to forget what it
means to be alive in
this world where identity
has been distilled to mere
pages in an infinite book
that doesn't really exist
what else to expect from
shattered youth abused mainly
by design but also by choice
you could class it all up
increase the age and ornament
add black books, black dresses
black ties champagne & chandeliers
still dormant at its core
as time passes and falls apart
the fire still there burns
even in museums at midnight
Dionysus consumes Apollo
so warm your hands for as
long as you can it
only grows more insipid
increasingly cold and bitter
both the truth and the liquor
till everything’s but a pause and black
Jan 2, 2012
Jan 2, 2012 at 2:27 PM UTC
Oh I think it was a Tuesday
You were sleeping
In almost the highest spot in the building
Your ghosts never disturbing
The seams of your dreams
Oh what a day to ignore the mourning
I awake since Monday
Stitch my jeans for they keep
Falling apart by the knees
I try to hide the pink and purples
Of each thing pretend I don’t need
Then out of something I can’t dream
I see this red all around me
maybe I should gather my things
But instead I throw them out on the street
I burn in the building
Just to slip out of sighting you
So I start to
Transform in my dorm
Catch the flame and let it
Cool me
Oh how I used to be boiling
Steaming I see the leaves and grass
Oh I think you would call this crass
Now you are just so worried
That all this ash might
Color your back
So you speak your to forest of agrees
Until you see the fire of me
I so welted so red
So sore so losing
So much breath
I think you cheated
But you just took the steps
So I let the piece of me be last
thing you feel of me
I make you choke
then you speak
About how I
Hurt you
But somewhere
maybe a kitchen maybe the stairs
There were pages written by you
Pilled up but there’s only one
You wrote it mostly for fun
See it was so late
So late
That I would calll it Mourning
you were writing
By the light of the candle
Because electricity is just so boring
So at 4:49am on Tuesday
Maybe morning
You
Left the stair
Left the light and the pages there
Then when to sleep
Without a single worry
Jun 1, 2023
Jun 1, 2023 at 3:18 AM UTC
*It's 3 P.M, Sitting, staring at the reruns of Jeopardy and Seinfield
a microwave steak and some potatoes
sit gingerly on the tray, crunchy and frozen....
It's 5 P.M., a bottle of room temperature beer
cuddles itself around my hands
some potato chips spread across my lap.....
the television remote and I sit inches apart
yet, the separation feels like miles
It's 7 P.M., cold, rusty water pelts my naked flesh
the bath towels feel like steel wool
every little fiber, scratching and tearing at my skin
the soap is as tough as rubber......
It's 9 P.M, bed bugs have swarmed my mattress
scratching and biting, I smash one and a million more follow
some are flat and dry and some explode with leaking blood....
It's 11 P.M. I slip into my dungarees, there's a ***** spot
in the middle of the seams.... my shovel is rusty....
the van leaks exhaust and it bleeds gasoline
It's 1 A.M., I gaze at the tombstones and they gaze back
a foggy midst looms from the hills, it's raining....
a flash of lighting strikes, bright as the sun itself
thunder rumbles the earth.....
It's 3 A.M., strolling by the red light district
a back alley ******* no condoms....
ten dollars for one hour, twenty for two
I only have five.....
It's 5 A.M. the sun begins to rise
beer bottles pilled at my door
saliva, drying at the seams of my mouth....
back into my bug infested abode.....*
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 3:11 PM UTC
watching her deep water,
pilled sleeping,
her chest congest,
her cough, orange,
clockwork regular,
watching tv,
an old Law & Order fav,
major crimes gets an
innocent man freed from jail
watching me
in the tv screen reflection,
write bad poetry,
and laughing at his own hair,
rebelling in sticking up shapes
that would make Einstein jealous
occurs that this mot not
multitasking, that multi-inaccurating
Nope
multi-sensing, multi-asking
for
moments of quiet crumbs,
of seconds of satisfactory,
merely passing unpadded grades
would be sufficient
life needs no cogent reasoning,
no over arching philosophy,
but if Sheldon were to
find the unifying string theory
that could tie and string these moments
together,
that would be most excellent
cause "whatever"
just don't quite cut it
as a way,
a purpose to exist,
but moments like this
do
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 5:07 AM UTC
electric wheel chairs and electric wires in your brain,
blood filled clouds shower on the insane.
unfinished projects pilled in your garage,
the pain in your spine could use a massage.
ribbons glue head to neck,
they connect like a child's
cheek and a mothers' peck.
tiny hands
full of life
and unstructured strokes
soon to be a house
full of unknown smokes.
these lights are painful,
like cold sores
and it hurts to kiss,
and it tastes like dirt.
I've read your books and I know your worth,
but now you're discolored, and your heart lost its beat.
and you're freezing, slowly, and becoming a piece of this earth.
I feel so alone, and I miss those beats.
Is it sad
that I can still smell you in the sheets?
May 6, 2010
May 6, 2010 at 9:55 PM UTC
Paperworks and junks pilled into mountains
on top of my ruined desk
“I wonder what had went wrong
for me to stack up such a mess?”
Indolent, Oh! so petulant!...
But still I digress
Saying I didn’t have time
To sort out the cluttering hefty mess
Jesting around with the things that avert my gaze,
Such a child I was,
I paid no mind to it all day
But...
Night came too soon,
and instantly I say...
“When will I ever sort out this mess?”
Perhaps never, but still I say
“Someday, okay?”
May 4, 2021
May 4, 2021 at 12:22 PM UTC
It had the smell of love
It had the hot sticky sweat of love
It had the urgency and reckless
passion of love
It had that god awful feel of love
It had the perfect illusion of love
But the madness was missing
And without the madness
there was no music for their
demons to dance to
No moon for their monsters
to howl at
It was just flesh pilled on top
of flesh
Loneliness dressed up in the
guise of love
Imitating love, moving like love
But never falling like love
Never tempting that danger
Never tempting madness
Never tempting the promises
of forever
Never tempting true love
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 2:45 PM UTC
There’s too much you in the world
Capitalistic ****
Running around
Buying and stealing
Material possessions full of transgression
But I digress because this isn’t really anything
But a test for the best to accomplish
The end result is said to have some underlying meaning
But the end result has been fabricated greatly
Deep in some office shed
We shed the light away from our prying eyes
Always keeping silent
The new discoveries that take away from the almighty dollar
And keep the fat cats in Washington wealthy
Keep laundering their ***** misdeeds
But the suits keep getting more expensive
And the poor get pensive
Wondering what they’re doing wrong
Trying to make ends meet
And put food on the table for a growing family
Of twelve or more
Of twelve or more
The way the holocaust looked
With dead and starving
Pilled high as Buffalo Mountains
And the TV is switched to the news
But there’s nothing new to hear
Here is always what’s pre-approved and sugarcoated censorship
Prove to be abundant in thousands of tentacles
From the octopus of government and social media
You are a trend that is replaceable
And if you stand against their collective
You will cease to have ever existed
Sep 18, 2011
Sep 18, 2011 at 9:36 AM UTC
I tried to describe you to someone
The other day
At a loss for affectionate nouns that
Would string together adjactives
Of how much I miss you.
Words sat deep in my lungs
And puffed out squeaky and small
Smoke-tainted coughs
Laced with conversations we had
When I first put that smoke there.
Words pilled up at the base of my gut
Twisting my insides the way you said
Yours did when you thought of planets.
Words that if formulated in my mouth
Would tell you I would ****
Just to be a moon circling in your orbit
Picking up rocks of you
You thought had fallen off forever
And were meteored through the universe.
Words that you once spoke to me
At night on a bench
Carried in my moon-hard
Lungs as smoke
That when I speak of you
Heat me thaw.
Apr 17, 2012
Apr 17, 2012 at 6:53 PM UTC
The backseat driver's lips began to chap
And his jaw locked
Thank you Based God
The people pleasers asked to hitch a ride
They had no mode of transportation
And the lack of communication coming from the backseat driver was concerning them even more
I thought I was about to be bamboozled when they started to clean the interior
I decided to pull over and check out an antique store on the side of the highway
They had used toothpicks used by President Eisenhower
The word "Anagram" in all upper case letters made of lacquered balsa wood
While we were there I tossed out all my unpaid speeding tickets
Then I saw a sign the said "Continental breakfast $2.50!! 3 miles thata way!!"
I zoomed to the diner and ordered that continental breakfast for the backseat driver, the people pleasers and myself
We each received one coffee, one buttered roll and one danish
We all had the same irritated, sour look on our faces
We flipped the table in disbelief
Attacked the waiter and held the innocent patrons hostage with a fully loaded sling shot
And demanded the cook whip us up a gross of spinach horderves
As we left the back seat driver called shot gun
So we all pilled in with our horderves
And I gunned it to 95
The backseat driver held on to the "oh **** handle" for dear life as the people pleasers cheered me on with their mouths full
On to Massapequa
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 8:53 PM UTC
I tried to describe you to someone
The other day
At a loss for affectionate nouns that
Would string together adjactives
Of how much I miss you.
Words sat deep in my lungs
And puffed out squeaky and small
Smoke-tainted coughs
Laced with conversations we had
When I first put that smoke there.
Words pilled up at the base of my gut
Twisting my insides the way you said
Yours did when you thought of planets.
Words that if formulated in my mouth
Would tell you I would ****
Just to be a moon circling in your orbit
Picking up rocks of you
You thought had fallen off forever
And were meteored through the universe.
Words that you once spoke to me
At night on a bench
Carried in my moon-hard
Lungs as smoke
That when I speak of you
Heat me thaw.
Apr 17, 2012
Apr 17, 2012 at 6:53 PM UTC
Through thick and thin, through loss and sin
You held my hand and encouraged me to look within
You're the one that knows me as I've always been
You've kept me together throughout every weather, acting as my safety pin
We've had out ups and definitely our downs
Needed more than books as pick me ups to turn around our frowns
When I pilled high molehills into mountains
You helped me knock them down to size again
You're the smile behind this ongoing uphill mile
You're the laugh that revives my hang on for a while
You're the encouraging words behind every verse
You're my compass for every course.
You are most importantly my mom
Who is approaching an age where the years are not as long
You're turning an unspeakable age
Finishing an ancient chapter, turning a desolate page
There is one last thing to say
An obvious, over used cliche,
So here, without anymore delay, is your...
Happy Birthday
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 12:08 AM UTC
They ****
They Mame,
They steal,
They play,
They laugh,
They covet,
They test
Hell as an oven!!!
They backstab,
They backbite,
You pulleth and grab,
They moan in delight,
They cheat,
They lust,
They thrive,
Of bones and of dust!!!
Their uncharitable,
They murmer,
Their a narcotic using world,
Their explorers,
Their punks,
Their freaks,
Their madmen,
Their geeks!!!
Their warlords,
Their pacifists,
Their hatred,
Is all nonchalant!!!!!
They get high to get what they want,
Their complainers,
Their lazied!!!
Their pilled out,
Junkies,
Crazy!!!!
Their low,
In disguist,
They use perfumes of sixty dollars of more!!
A delightful expensive musk!!!
Their cheap,
Penny pinchers_
Their losers,
Their winners_
Their warriors,
Their jocks,
Taking selfies of shame,
Of perverted stuff!!!
Their tounges are asps,
Their hands are weapons,
They'll meet you in hell,
I looketh forward to heaven!!!!
Their babies,
Scaby infested,
Some get off on ***
Others love molestation!!
Their racists,
Their rapists to!!!
Of mother earth,
And mankind's tombs...
They turn on each other,
Sister and thy brother,
They gaze in mothers purse,
As with dad arguments stay cursed!!!
They are disobedient,
Disloyal in their love!!
No god do they worship,
Just Shaitan's to Satan's club!!!
They eat on organics,
They eat pesticide!!
Some live on freely,
Others seek thy easy way out(suicide)
The have no one to turn to,
Except their vain imaginations,
Their nonhumble,
Proudfully tumbled!!!!
Their fall is bound to occur!!!!
These are the humans!!!!
Welcome to earth!!!!
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 9:04 AM UTC
parties, drinking, hating one another
these are teens lives
but not mine
yes I like to have fun
but I want more than wonder if boys like me
drinking till I don't know where I am
I want long walks, deep talks
world travels, music shows
book pilled up to my nose
I want more than the average teen
and I am so happy for that
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 6:10 PM UTC
You know my faded legacies.
You know my long forgotten glories.
You know all my tall tales and never ending stories.
You know me and the air I breath
The I's from which eye see.
The warm heart from which I bleed.
But you see only the image I let you see.
You can't see that the air is choking me.
That my stories lack a silver lining.
You've forgotten that my eyes are no longer shining.
You don't know that this heart is the reason that I'm always denying.
You recognize my voice but you don't hear the words I'm saying.
You won't hear the words I'm praying, the words that keep me lying.
You see my smile but not how broken it's become.
You'll never see the seems threatening to come undone.
I'm bursting, bursting with secrets,
Secrets screaming my truths with all the proof of my weakness.
I'm pilled high with tears I refuse to cry,
All I've ever done is turn a blind eye.
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 12:06 AM UTC
It Would Be a Cold Day in Hell
by Mutasem Amayreh
You heard my story
Tongue-tied
My crowning glory
In a World-wide
Eye-folded
Yet in a cottage
tied
One day
The owner scolded
The bushy eyebrows
Frowned
On the scent of treason
Yelped the hound
During the peak season
Different colored Inks spilled
One iota of sound reason
The Mantle it pilled
What follow that I
detest
While sight-blinded
Began the Rorschach test
The process, long-winded
I didn’t hesitate
That one-sided picture
Of the issue
Started to imitate
Composed a tissue
of lies
Didn’t freak
Cut my ties
Promised Ink won’t leak
Believed the wiseacre
That talent spotter
Never become a risk-taker
But a life-long voter.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 6:19 AM UTC
I know what it is
All the ********
Pilled up inside
Cramer in to a bottle
And shoved down my throat
But I did it to myself
I put it in the bottle
I shoved it down my throat
I caused it all
The bottles cracking
But I seal the cracks
Because I don't want to hurt anyone
Some of it leaked through the cracks
I say things
Things I would never say
To my brother
To my sister
To my mother
To my friends and family
I seclude myself from them
I stay away
I lock myself in my room
And I sit there
I could **** myself
But I can't put that guilt on her
Her, the love of my life
The one I might lose
The one I want to keep
The one I can't lose
My insides burn
And my heart
What's left of it
Is falling apart
I'll do anything to keep her
I'll do anything for her
But I've said that
A million times before
I'll let her choose
I can promise her anything
But it's her choice
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 8:54 AM UTC
palpable tension
in the bank
tellers rolling eyes
and rank and file
of stinking
value
pilled high
the sighing why?
and a mile of road before us
getting to the point
is a round about way
of feeling something
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 2:32 PM UTC
Some where between the perpetual isolation
that we created in the name of personal space.
The wounds that were never healed,
Because they never received the ointment of attention.
The misunderstandings
That pilled up into a giant rumpus,
And ignited the dubious disposition,
turning the intimate conversations into constant fights.
The love that we lost,
To the demonic darkness of our egoistic nature,
Still exists,
But only in the fragments
Of some moth-eaten memories.
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 12:31 PM UTC
It's hard,
and I know none of you deserve it
I should probably send a card
its not that I am pilled up in a ton of ****
Life is fine,
my only problem are parents that I don't deserve.
Hopefully, the sun will shine,
and maybe there is some love between us I can preserve.
The greatest parents on Earth are mine,
they are just trying to show me the best was to traverse.
To bad I've been taking wrong turns since two thousand and nine.
Unfortunately, I do not feel bad,
it has given me time to think...
all about what I have had,
the strong loving link
between me, ma, and dad.
Beginning to believe I belong in a room walled with pads.
I do love you,
that is true.
Who knows if we will ever work out issues,
if I cried about it I would waste a box of tissues.
Problem is when we talk all of our lines are reused.
We fight all the time,
not sure if it is a crime.
I don't need someone's two sense, I need advice worth at least a dime.
Not sure if I can think of any more rhymes.
Nov 21, 2012
Nov 21, 2012 at 10:14 PM UTC
Bonds of paper pressed and folded
Bringing with it such paper planes accurate
Dipped quills, ink splattered across the white ream
Lanterns lighting, defeaning silence of the whispers of the wind's realm.
Entrusting aflame candles, flewn for enlightenment,
Trembling with the breeze's whistling accompaniment,
White as newborn clouds, creased lines across it's edges,
Books pilled up with history and insights, torn pages.
Storms swirling ever so swiftly,
Drifting folding paper dancing to the wind gracefully,
Following the rhythm of the hurricane,
Remaining resilientㅡ free from stabbing pain.
Tint overflowing each ream precisely,
Tainted with dreams crafted so idly,
A little push, realising grip,
A wish fleeting away, once one to keep.
Dec 2, 2018
Dec 2, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC