"reachers" poems
To kiss someone's lips
Or grab them by the hips
One must enlist
In the power dynamic
Inside every relationship
There are surprises
Of different disguises
I must ignore the lies of
Reachers and settlers
Stalkers and meddlers
Those who are aloof
And those who are goofs
The process never foolproof
When animals hide their hooves
I took that dubious bet
I thought it'd be fun
A game of Russian roulette
With a fully loaded gun
There were unfair rules set
That's how you won
A one hundred percent threat
I'd be hurt a ton
It started effecting my health
When I couldn't be myself
Because my self emulation
Amounted to self immolation
So I sought your consultation
For the vacation
Of placation
But you took advantage
At least from my vantage
I could see your rampage
Straight from the Stone Age
Like a time traveling mage
That summoned a cage
There was a pattern
We kept going around
Like the rings of Saturn
Until I hit the ground
You made me foolishly wait to test me
And then hated when things got messy
Now you claim that you're a blessing
For what you do after **********
You must be jesting
Confidence cresting
Never confessing
Or addressing
The emotional underbelly
You just like to undersell me
Saying that I'm underwhelming
I'm talking to a tundra telling me
That it makes me a better me
Apologizing not part of your plan
You tell me you don't understand
You must think I'm stupid
To treat me so putrid
My patience you've used it
So the dead weight loosened
Once I let go of your noose hand
You come back begging
You incorrectly pegged me
As forgiving not petty
I guess you never met me
Or at least said goodbye to the best me
After never acting on the behest of me
And making me think less of me
You've become a pest to me
Not part of my destiny
Just part of the generic sea
Of those I let be
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 3:23 PM UTC
Emotions are yellow rain boots splashing through puddles
the small pothole left in the ground
broken from the season before
as the rain rushes down to fill up the hole
the warm water gathers and stays
the young child skips by to jump through
the warm water that was left in the sun
rises up and hits the child's body
her rain boots filled with water and mud
she splashed again, harder
the water reachers her head and she found herself soaking wet
wet because the little puddle that sat in the hole
that was left there from the season before hit her
but she smiled.
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 9:44 PM UTC
When I was young I was told to shoot for the stars
but once I got older I was told to climb a ladder
a tumultuous ladder
with rungs of compromise and concession
some of them just pointless lessons.
Ascenders climb to reach happiness
or escape misery
but I climb to climb
to occupy my time.
I spend all my energy climbing
while jet packs and rocket ships blast by me
their exhaust is blinding and suffocating.
I see bodies fall just as fast in the other direction
reachers who lost their grip
now fall to the bottom
reminding me of the gravity of my situation.
It's hard to say if I'll survive
when some people survive a fall from the top
while others die slipping two feet off the ground.
The fragility and resilience of life
seems arbitrary and random
but everyone ends up in the ground eventually.
Those above me constantly add to the ladder
so I make no progress.
Those below me constantly dig beneath it
so I keep sinking.
Climbing and going nowhere
suspended in air
at a certain point progress
becomes not falling off
and maintaining my grip
through extreme turbulence.
My hands are calloused and ******
the further up I go
the more intense the turbulence
until fear shakes my body
harder than the wind ever could.
The ladder starts splintering into my hand
until I don't know how much more I can withstand
so I devise a plan
to utilize my fellow climbers.
I find companions for assistance
I call them helpers
they're the top shelfers
I want to surround myself with.
They help me up the ladder
lifting me with encouragement
or their arms when words aren't enough
just to help me up.
Whenever I'm knocked down a few pegs
they give me back my legs
and hold my ladder steady
making life on the ladder livable
but they don't hang around forever
because this ladder I climb is mine
and everyone has their own ladder to climb.
I didn't ask for this vertical trajectory
but when my options are die or climb
I choose the ladder.
Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 6:38 AM UTC
Passing by what's worth it, it all makes a bitter sense.
Sticky little liars, sticky little souls,
with a thirst for attention and a long mane of hair.
**** of, marrow and slurp the bone,
no no no no.
The pique of my attention,
is aroused, there's something beneath my bed,
it's gripping the sheets and ripping the threads,
extracting the blood from fingers,
it's making me sweat.
**** you demon I'm not ready for this yet!
Missteps are for the hungry,
mistakes for the reachers,
and I wouldn't **** up if I didn't try.
Liars you keep me in a rut,
sticky little liars.
Confuse me and I'll give up,
not anymore.
Stumble no more,
drifter, I saw you eat the words in your room.
Write on the wall, **** out the nonsense,
let the real stand raw.
And stopping, wont hurt me.
And stopping won't **** me.
And stopping will save me.
And stopping will help,
now, don't let me survive on my own,
help me surprise myself from time to time.
Don't be scared of what makes your heart loud,
don't be scared just be proud,
you can stand on broken feet now.
Picture me, one more time,
on a wire, one more time, make me stronger.
I've got my feet all scarred and here I stand
on the ground soaked with my blood,
now I wait.
Aug 6, 2011
Aug 6, 2011 at 10:01 PM UTC
descend into the shuddery pressure deep
a still cold and pac like in sound reduction
unmending
arms folded over arms break loose for my way
my heart matter is here somewhere
below the level of finks of bioluminescence
below the predatory depth
fonds of rubbery reachers
snags of life
vented elements from the earths magma
Apr 14, 2025
Apr 14, 2025 at 6:38 PM UTC
When juiced a spore sized embryo, early in utero; fetus
evinces atavistic miniaturization,
where nascent differentiation wrought
physical resemblance to - seek reachers,
sans Tarzan and Jane forebears,
or exemplification of religious embodiments writ upon taut
lee helical real to reel strung nano deoxyribonucleic acid,
where dome min ant
ander recessive traits pop sic cull, and/or mom genes sought
took comb hing gull, where foxy fiery hander chrome hat tick
microscopic threads ineluctably
hired bot to weave warp and woof for naught
heard interpretive soundcloud issue onomatopoetic beat,
whether as:
the Marseillaise, muezzin, or reveille blown in the wind
by alimentary mechanic, *** killed in all manner of ought
tow mobile craftsmanship, which possibly inflated and made pregnant,
when one seem n
thrashes within timed zona pellucida drawbridge,
hooping an ova to snag,
though odds stacked against the most basic cell fish competition fought
in the **** z of evolutionary biology informing **** sapiens
one errant or defiant game gamete perhaps hinting a gamine
tubby wonderfully woven with wisps viz The Idler Wheel Is Wiser
than the Driver of the ***** and Whipping Cords Will Serve You
More than Ropes Will Ever Do a ha at last that renegade oocyte
nabbed, analogously the Michael Phelps re: among the flagellated
madding crowdsource qua squirming sperm-faction caught
thence the commencement when trappings for a newborn bought
years later reviewing prenatal sonograms with grown son or daughter
pointing out how ***** editorialized, epitomized, and exemplified
in miniature (no bigger than any letter of the alphabet),
and closely resembled many creatures extant throughout the briny deep
such as an amphibian, reptile or Argonaut.
May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 8:24 PM UTC
Never mind… a few more starving civilians that were gunned down to quench their hunger…
A few new gas chambers…
A few more parasite bombs dissecting the flesh of youngsters…
It will all sort itself out soon…
A few less teachers…
A few less writers and reachers…
People that can tell us what life means to us…
Never mind….
It’s too late now to turn this around… At least in the interim…
Soon there might be another intermission…
That’s fine, that will work in my favour… buy me some more time to waver… I can deal with this global assumption that I’m a monster…
I can quieten this down, phase this one out…
I don’t need collective cohesiveness, understanding and education…
I just need a good lawyer, some good half truths, a suit and tie and my foolproof patter…
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 5:11 PM UTC