"rightest" poems
x.
understand that nothing is real.
**
search for art in all that you see (for art is present in all things).
***
art is everything, nothing is real. we are left to conclude that art is nothing, nothing is art, or perhaps everything is nothing-which makes art more real than nothing, because it is in fact something.
xxxx.
when we smoked cigarettes in the alley way during winter, our backs against the cold brick wall; well, darling, that was art.
xxxxx.
you made poems and paintings and songs and dances, but i’d never seen anything more real (or perhaps less real) than the way your eyes looked when they were in love. and that, well that was the truest art there could ever be.
xxxxxx.
understand that your love is everything, and everything is art, but nothing is real, or art is nothing. my words will never quite be right, but your eyes in love were the rightest thing that never existed -(or existed more than anything).
May 21, 2012
May 21, 2012 at 8:17 PM UTC
Welcome to the club where there's no clapping
And shouting's just beneath you
when you've raised yourself so high
And not a soul here is into moving--
Just standing with crossed arms
Because it's all "alright (you) guess."
Now be careful with your mouth corners,
A smile could crack your face
You're not a joke unless you make one,
and we "don't get it anyway."
Your pedestal is comfortable
And comfort's where it's at--it isn't boring...
It's your birthright--
You do things the rightest way.
Always so amused, but never laughing
You're not having any fun
'cuz it's business anyway
Doing the right thing for the wrong reasons
Don't make you Chief-of-Scene--
Just chief on its list of flaws
Now, be careful with your egos, boys
They're fragile. Say you hate--
all that ******* rockstar ********
I'm getting all your "jokes," today
Your pedestal is lofty and
You built it all yourselves--"That's D.I.Y., kid."
You're all you've hated...
You do things the "rightest" way.
Oct 26, 2012
Oct 26, 2012 at 7:32 PM UTC
There lived a witch in olden times
Of the quizzical variety
A firm grasp of the arcane arts
Though sadly not sobriety
She hatched a certain theory
Causing general consternation
But she turned away from doubters
And towards her new salvation
Go deosil, never widdershins
Avoid a deadly plight
For turning left is sinister
And that just isn't right
Rotating anticlockwise
Is officially redundant
Keep turning right for victory
Examples are abundant
My cousin said she knew a man
His name is immaterial
He turned left one too many times
Whilst searching for the cereal
Reality was torn apart
And through the gap he fell
He landed in a tangled heap
Outside the gates of hell
Go deosil, never widdershins
As daytime follows night
For hard to port is oh so gauche
But starboard's always right
Moving counter to the clock
Will ever be unwise
So keep on going rightwards
And away from your demise
Wendy failed to plan her route
With careful dedication
To turn only the rightest way
And reach her destination
Her lack of forward thinking
Led to tragic complication
She came upon a roundabout
And died of dehydration
Go deosil, never widdershins
Stay right and on the level
For only flaccid penises
Hang limp towards the devil
And those who turn to face the dark
The gods will surely smite
So if you think of turning left
Instead, go three times right
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 4:47 AM UTC
I found a note of long ago promises
Made of words like smoke floating into nothing
Yea! it was foolishness but my eyes were blinded
I thought of it as sweet as chocolate
But its sweetness is temporary
bitterness of pain remains
with that of our long ago promises.
With maturity, I come to realize
never build love with words of fairytales, fantasies & make believe,
never build love with words of promises that were never made to come true...
rather, build love with words of willingness to wait for the rightest time
Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 11:56 PM UTC
[ in-kuhn-sis-tuhnt ]
Adjective
Contradictory, irregular
I call my self inconsistent
and despite the way that I fluctuate between
one thing has always been
the way that I can see
the world that spins madly around me
when all is said
and all is done
I will always be the one
that can see through the fog on the overcast day
or that can always guide the way
I may not be the best
I may not be the brightest
but when it comes to me
I'm the rightest
Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 6:21 AM UTC
I dream
of sweeter skies,
of spotless lies,
of silent cries.
I dream
of darker days and clearer nights,
of shallow insides and deeper outsides.
I dream
with the perfect imperfection,
the rightest of sins,
the beauty of everlasting dreams...
I live
with the wrong being right,
with the pain feeling nice,
with the sun shining in my heart
and under my skin
this Darkness owning everything with its pride...
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 12:49 AM UTC
Today I was reminded of America's greatness.
The greatness that is truly just an idea.
The greatness that is truly fickle.
Fickle enough to be crushed by a mouse's nibble.
That a caricature could become the leader of the free world.
Indeed, the world will see how free we will be.
I was reminded that we are mentally enslaved.
To a media onslaught that trains us how to behave.
We are conditioned, on our own conditions.
We relinquish critical thought for a pre-programmed intuition.
Welcome Mr. President, to your dining table.
On it you will notice a sumptuous oyster,
The world is within.
Treat it carefully.
Or don't.
The choice is yours, sir.
The consequence is ours.
Because we love propaganda
More than a proper agenda.
We fiend to be the rightest
Instead of being righteous.
And we're eager to give a piece of our minds,
Instead of gaining collective peace of mind.
Welcome American people, to the first day of a new legacy.
A new tragedy.
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 10:15 PM UTC
Ours was a set of wrong timings. It started with us. We met, unfortunately. I was happy and contented until I met you. We were something impossible still I hoped for the best. It was wrong. It felt so right.
And everytime I think of you I feel so happy yet so sad. Its so euphoric I could fly right out that rooftop and into the sky. I'll shout your name, let it be known that I'm exploding into my happy thoughts of you then dive into the pits of hell. All this pain's making me feel like burned out to pieces then burned all over again until I won't know how to feel anymore.
We had to end. We're a tragic story but I'll talk about us like a lover talk about his love, like a painter paint about his masterpiece, like a writer trying to write his best. I'll talk about how our roads were only meant to cross for a second then forever gone. It was a second worth remembering. A second of infinity. We've separate destinations. We're never meant to be. We tried. It wasn't enough.
I'll miss you. It's funny how I could feel so much for you like I've known you from when forever began. But I'm glad we met. I could replay us over and over and over and over again until my memory sinks into the deepest of the earth.
Ours was a set of wrong timings. But you were the rightest of all my wrongs.
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 1:30 AM UTC
What is love I asked a stranger?
What is faith in time of danger?
How do you know at end of the day
If the one beside you will forever stay?
What is love I asked a friend?
What is faith when you‘ve reached the end?
How do you know if the feeling is true
If you should stay or say adieu?
What is love I asked my mother?
What is faith when you have no other?
How do you know when to make the turn?
How do you feel, how do you learn?
What is love I asked my father?
What is faith when life gets harder?
How do you make the rightest choice?
How do you speak without a voice?
What is love I asked my sister?
What is faith when your life is blistered?
How do you tell which one is right?
How do you sleep without a light?
What is love I asked my lover?
Do we have faith, could we recover?
Do we have hope for the time to come?
Are we believers or are we just numb?
Love is believing in the other one
Love is the light when there is no sun
Love is the potion that we all should drink
Love is the script in inerasable ink.
Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 4:39 PM UTC
Don't settle for the wrong love
Learn to wait a little longer
That magical moment will come
You will find the rightest person
Who will see your worth and who
Wont leave you for anyone else
You'll be more than enough
For that person to stay.
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 7:20 AM UTC
Id compare you as summers day but you are not always inviting,
Heavier then the burden of a deadman,
Not the eyes of a blind man,
Or the smallest molecule,
Could you be sweeter than death to a suicidal teen,
Maybe if hell wasn't always a truth,
You are not the sweetest summers day or the most beautiful of people, But to me, you are nothing I could ever describe and get it right, cause' I'd always be wrong in the rightest of ways
Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 3:07 AM UTC
Resistance is futile
so they told me.
They came, saw, and conquered all!
All those who did not flee.
So I did.
I was afraid
of them
of them
of them all.
I ran
and ran
away from their siren call.
I heard them
so I hid.
I ran far
but not enough
never enough.
"Join us, Join us, Join us"
They chanted and sang
the prancing of feet
and voices so loud
all the sounds my ear did they meet.
I was found.
And I regret nothing!
I lived a lonely life,
running around
running, running, always running.
And I suppose I hid in actual hopes that this power would find me.
Now I have kids and a wife!
Now they have.
And now I'm happier
than can be.
This power, this force that moves me so,
what is it, what is it that
I could be speaking of?
Love.
Aye, Love most wonderful,
delightful indeed.
Love most powerful unstoppable, unshakable.
Starts with a seed.
For resistance is futile,
don't you see?
Being in love, seeing that now,
I'm the happiest and richest I could ever be.
So don't run,
don't hide or fight,
trust me friend,
this was the rightest right,
I've ever felt.
Resistance is futile,
you will see,
soon you too will be happy.
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 12:13 AM UTC
This isn't meant
To reach
Their eyes
Nor am I
It's a little
Late now to
Consider
Common courtesy
I might as
Well speak
I've nothing
To lose
But everything
I failed
At failing
That's the worst
Failure of all
And some
Nights I still
Dream that
I'm back
In that hell
But in my
Mind I stay
Behind and
I never
Let him go
But that's
Not the truth
I don't know
Where he is
Or who I am
Just that
This mind
Is empty
Of everything
In a way
Tormented
By the things
I swore
I watched
Fade
It's hard
To say that
I won't let them
Break me
When all that
I want is to
Break and
Break and
Break
Until I'm
Shattered down
To a piece
Of sand
Waiting for a
Wave to take
Me away
When I think
Of home
I think
Of pain
There's no
House without
Blades
There's no
Love without
Shame
I'm falling
Away
From all
My drawings
Sketching
Of ideas
I once thought
I had
I can barely
Step in
The rightest
Direction
When every
Which way
I am faced
With the same
Mistakes
I keep on
Making
Maybe it's
Fate that I'll
Leave like
They didn't
Maybe it's
Best that I
Bow out now
Maybe it's
Will that I
Throw caution
To the wind
And myself
With it
This life
Is a hell
That doesn't
Mean it
Has to be mine
Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 6:39 PM UTC
I think you can find the right guy,
the one who holds your hand in public,
tells you he’s gotten something for you,
and even though it’s hot chocolate,
it says more about him than a five-star dinner from another.
You can find the right guy,
if you let go of all of the wrong ones,
the doctor-like type who buys your love
more than he gives it,
or the guy who leaves you hanging,
wondering when somebody will untie you from the monkey bars.
The right guy won’t be perfect;
I can promise you that.
But the right guy, he will be right,
at least for some time.
If that seems to be exactly what you want,
then go find that right guy.
Don’t stop until he’s holding your hand
and bringing you hot chocolate;
however,
if you want more than that,
don’t stop until you’ve gotten more,
more than a hand holding yours
or hot chocolate in the cold.
Find the one,
the one who’s driven you mad,
the one that you’re dumb enough,
dumb enough to leave the right one for.
Find him. Find him in the local restaurant,
the one who wears those beige shorts,
with the big cross across his neck
that guy smiling when he sees you join him,
to leave for a concert, or a drink at the bar.
The one who doesn’t say everything right,
nor tries to.
The one who makes more mistakes than you would like,
but you wouldn’t leave for a million other rights
because you know his one right is more like left,
but his left is also the rightest right you’ve ever met.
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC