"righter" poems
I’m a righter – not a fighter.
Things will end how they may
But I securely believe
That some day
You lot will leave;
Every mismatched rhyme
And unknown connection
Will have its time
Shrugging off all signs of affection
Therefore dismissing any reason
That might reside in that mind
And I will ease on
To erase all memory of your kind.
I won’t choose this as my battle
Because I know where it ends –
It’ll inevitably shatter
And these shards don’t tend
To smooth themselves out,
Nor will you take it
Upon yourself to try a differing route –
A new escape – but the same ****
So I’m left wondering why
It’s always my job to make it right.
Feb 8, 2023
Feb 8, 2023 at 6:48 PM UTC
I can hear my neighbors through the walls
And my roommate downstairs
Finding new ways to make salad unhealthy
The kitchen is filthy
Why does she do this?
Why am I here still?
260 is full of idiots
With their highschool girlfriends
258 is a broken laundry machine
And loose screens
And fake happiness for all the college kids
And fake nails
And fake ID’s
256 goes BANG! BANG!
Study harder
Get smarter
Gotta make that money
Gotta buy your own wonders
That’s what they’re all working towards
Nowadays
Anyways
254 is on the porch
I don’t want to live here anymore
254 is cold beer
Come over here
You wanna be my baby?
I think he’s righter than I’ll ever be
Mar 23, 2012
Mar 23, 2012 at 9:40 AM UTC
And sometimes it comes my way
and I smile, I feel, I shake
You showed me your own kind of fairy tale
But I am a punk and I ripped it to death
The Sun did; I just allowed him to do his sacred deed
This is life, you know
So different from what you've been taught.
It is the best, and sometimes the worse.
Full of ecstasy and pain, and ups, and downs.
A ride to not forget, for sure.
Prettier than right, righter than law.
Law written by tyrannic mores!
This is life, not what you were told
so
try your best, forget about the rest
drown in it, till you're whole
most of all, have a ball
Oct 25, 2020
Oct 25, 2020 at 11:56 AM UTC
He forgot how to help himself.
He forgot how to love,accept,and respect himself.
He now loves feeling his pain,
and wishing things were still the same.
Exchanging brains,
for drugs with names,
that will land him under the ground,
or inside of a cage.
It’s a crime to wait,
for life to take,
the righter path,
with a mind that hates.
At night he’ll pace
his mind will race,
yet sit in place,
designed to waste.
Why does he do it?
So self destructive.
He claims he isn’t an addict,
but isn’t above it.
The future is bleek,
so no need to recover.
A bleeding heart bruises,
and is misleading in color.
At the moment before,
the moment he snaps,
and right before he’d lose it,
**his music oozes from the loosest of nooses.**
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 12:56 PM UTC
I thought she'd be nicer, less tired of living
The bright spot in a daydream I don't just do when I'm bored.
I've been schooled yeah, all the righter.
But I won't stop beating upon her door.
Oh sweet child, I was born to live with
I need a little lovin, then i need a little more.
Breathing what's life, what have you to brought to begin with?
A knight in shining armor, but forgot his sword.
Days turn to nights, who have I to swim with?
I don't need no money
just you and a cord.
We leave temptation, trek high in the mountain
Wild as the children we would often scorn.
The water is rising, Alas some life to live with
The Gods will be watching, don't let them get bored.
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 7:13 PM UTC
righter
written down
all my weathery
carousel personalities
get a spin at the roulette
pen pushing chorus
into distillation
dipping 10,000 toes
into spectrumland
while I feign motions
on the outside
paper refuge
breathing trees
play with me
out there surfing
glowstick rainbow rings
in this bizarrebeyond
custom branded atmosphere
that only I could breathe
until we dropped
formality
and for some strange reason
felt free to be all of me
you jumped on board
not skewing my orbit
and all the members
of my lonely hearts club
ascended the stairs
to get a good look
at this kindred enigma
twin lucid in the sky
they pushed me forward
when feet fumbled
they wanna break free
architect realities over
trace-paper dreams
wordarts n' crafts
changetheworld dates
they wanna sit
next to your troupe
silently
gaze into open
continuum siphon
where words cannot go
exhale in sync
eternally
'cause behind mâché
is already seen
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 12:58 PM UTC
I'm reading this book.
It says that little boxer puppies are never taken to their vet
When they get their ears cut.
It says "The point is, whoever cuts your ears off is the one you'll hate for the rest of your life."
Go ahead, watch me.
Watch me go down.
All Knowing One,
With your sage advice and that smirk that means you're righter
Than me.
Go ahead,
TRY
To make me quail
Try to twist the knife and force me to give up on her,
I dare you.
See what happens.
I will go up in flames
With a terrible beauty you've never seen.
I will die like a star,
Smash so completely that
You go blind from the light of my explosion.
I am a nuclear war of a person.
You want to press the red button?
Think it's a decoy?
I don't play games.
I go down
I go down hard
I see it coming miles off
And I never
Ever
Back out of it.
You want to warn me?
You couldn't wait to say it, could you?
The words you knew would rip through me like shrapnel
You couldn't wait to be right
That I will fail.
You want to drive me off,
Hurt me into giving up,
Give me the advice that saves my life?
Oh, **** you,
I will burn in hell
Because it is my choice if I do.
Was it satisfying to see the coldness creep into my eyes,
My heart turn to stone in defense?
I tried to cut you off-
I knew any mention of her from your lips would be a knife edge-
But you barreled on, cruel and eager,
And it hit me like you knew it would.
Once I told you
That the mention of her name makes me shake.
Once I showed you
That.
And maybe you're
Just stupid as hell
And you forgot,
But I think you never forget.
I think you knew.
It's not your right to rip my heart out.
It's not your power.
It's hers.
And when you steal it,
You deface me,
You defile me,
How dare you?
And this will pass, I will cool like lava into rock,
But let me tell you
Right now I
Hate you for knowing
And saying it anyhow.
Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 4:33 PM UTC
Blind skies have gleaned
their stories from the strumming of the bored,
but they do change them.
They rearrange them,
their outcomes, slightly,
and, when they retell them,
the words fall back to us lighter,
delightedly so, than they were before.
It's just us.
We've heard.
It's just us, more called,
and they shared this secret:
*Those blind skies aren't blind at all.
They only pretend
not to see, as they bend
the wind to help us.*
They let us think,
The movement's thanks to me,
when we tell our shortened tales
where the Lord doesn’t deliver us.
We tell them to no-one
and anyone in particular,
by pecking our thumbs with an irregular,
scratched-out beat.
It happens too when they slow us down,
and we punch-in our excuses.
*I would have gotten here sooner
in fact, but the tactless crow I followed
took a crooked path.*
That's when not-blind skies wink
and they lift our rhythmic letter-breaths
to become the stuff of linty pockets.
Some day, one day,
not a spare hour or minute
but the splittest second before
a glory-less death,
our stories will snow back on us.
We'll hear them
and the words will feel
familiar, though a little more gray.
Then the smallest voice
we've ever heard,
somehow both ours and theirs,
will say, *The gist is got
but the endings are not
quite right. Yet,
I admit they're also righter
than my telling's long-ago was.*
Apr 27, 2011
Apr 27, 2011 at 5:28 PM UTC
we watched the sun spill the sky ******
and we painted pictures in the sand.
we watched the ocean i so feared wash the shells
a different color, ruder and ruddier than before,
duller with each passing wave
like blue jeans in the wash
or hearts on a string.
you were the moon, pulling me on and pushing me back,
and i was the sun, laughing at you.
we ran barefoot over reefs and rainclouds,
never minding that we tattered the hems of our pants,
and i had to remind you that there are still stars in daytime.
we watched white-black clouds over pink-and-purple skies
and we laughed to see the birds just wheeling.
we watched the ocean i so feared wash the shells
a different color, brighter and righter than they were before,
lovelier with each passing wave,
like stars in the night,
or hearts on a string.
Jan 5, 2012
Jan 5, 2012 at 6:07 PM UTC
A happy wife is
A happy life
And the make it even brighter
Remember that while
You may be right
Your wife will always be righter
Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 10:25 PM UTC
You must make up your mind to be passive or a fighter.
A complainer or a righter.
You must stand your ground when you're right.
When authorities wants you be totally silent.
By advising you how to get ahead?
By lying instead.
You must adapt to responsibility after years of none.
Regretting for that day to come.
We all have plenty things to avoid.
You must confirm to your faith.
For hopes and prayers to work.
Substances moves when they have reasons too.
You must determine to be the BEST dad, mother, father, sister, uncle, aunt or brother.
By knowing what's require of those titles?
There are a lot of must in life we must do.
But the best and the hardest but easier than we think.
Is to be you.
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 10:10 AM UTC
could it be my tummy
trying to digest all these
heavy conflicting feelings
the love and the pain
the missed and the discarded
the conjoined and the severed
the forgiveness and the blame
the righter and the wronging
the know and the dismay
or maybe
the wine and the pizza...
I'll go with
C) All of the above
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 4:46 AM UTC