"reengage" poems
whoa whoa whoa
hold up
love addiction in progress
exit to the left
wave goodbye
to rational thought
buckle in buttercup
this ride has highs that feel like
20 hot rails
like getting away from the police when they gave chase and you're riding
hot as ****
it takes you to bliss but watch out for the tail
that fall from ten stories high that withdrawal
I internally panic and do nothing to avoid
the craving
the need
the unrelenting urge to reengage and get another hit
to avoid that 4am empty as a shell feeling
like
the whole world
caved in on itself
and
your ego is dying by eating itself alive
I play this game and tell myself
not
this
time
but it is exactly
when those two words form
in my thoughts
that my head feels
like the mind of ten psychotics spouting word salad
at full volune
all at once
cognitive dissonance is a *****
oh hell yes the pleasure is exquisite but the pain is
the pain
the death knell
that sweet little reaper
that comes to gather the pieces of your heart spilled on the inside of your Honda civic because you're practical afterall
Nothing to see here
Keep it moving
Mar 4, 2022
Mar 4, 2022 at 6:11 AM UTC
It seems that the fight was already won—
All passion is done.
They still conquer and oppress,
But now we just recess.
We all know something must be done,
But will we ever change?
Will we ever awaken from the trance
For long enough to reengage?
We would rather not wake up,
Because massacre
Has replaced breakfast
In the morning.
It seems that the media is just radio static—
Turn the dial and headlines come in and out of tune.
The rest is noise, but that's how some like to have it.
The nonsense and noise are just charismatic.
So radicalize yourself to simply speak.
Smash that radio and become one of the first
To wander into the streets.
You'll see, these streets are where people once protested.
But darling, you must first wake up.
Wake up.
Wake up.
Get up and go.
Go scream at the top of your weak lungs as you run.
Cut through the static with your own kind of rebellion.
Your efforts and those of the others are all that we have,
But they will surely part the static sea.
Change will come eventually.
On what side of history will you be?
Aug 20, 2025
Aug 20, 2025 at 9:44 AM UTC
the darkness of this road seems endless
headlight guide me through quiteness
songs on the radio are about us
of lost love and trust
was it I who smothered you too much
with morning notes of "I love you '' and such
did boredom of me set in too soon
when you realized you need something new
encountering the rising sun, the brightest of day
warmth of her rays, as I start to reengage
you stand by the road, trying to hitch a ride
to set up a new man, and his ultimate demise
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 9:11 AM UTC
Where to start
with this project of mine
been too long
since I refined
line after line
on a page
at this stage I want reengage with myself
disengage with all else
and write pages of elegant rhymes
but sometimes it's like my work lacks conviction
my words lack distinction
my mind's fraught with friction
this confliction between
my head and my pen
must end
I have no time for writer's block
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 9:49 AM UTC