"rubiks" poems
you don't know me.
Maybe you think you do.
I'm that tomboy who loves videogames
and can solve a rubiks cube in a mere minute.
I'm that girl who talks a lot to boys.
Because that's just where i fit in.
I'm that ****
who flirts with every guy she sees.
But that's not the truth at all.
That's not me
Actually I love nail polish and videogames, but in this society you have to identify as either masculine or feminine.
You can't be somewhere in the middle.
Actually i don't fit in with the boys. they're just better
at accepting that I'm who I am.
I don't fit in anywhere.
I have a flirtasious personality.
But I've been in a realationship with a guy that i Love for a year now. And I haven't even thought about cheating.
I don't even know if that's who I am.. the only thing i know is that i'm not male, but I dont feel female either.
That I'm not alone but still feel so lonely sometimes.
Who am I and who do I wanna be?
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 4:12 PM UTC
falling in love with her is like taking the square block and trying to put it in the circle slot
i got the premise set in stone but the execution was poor
like twisting and turning a rubiks cube to find that four colors of each side are missing
but im trying to solve it in spite of forgetting what the colors were
so i ****** up
really bad
and i guess romance is dead and there’s no extra lives
and now im playing hide and seek with my smile
looking in places that she smiled
where sunsets lie that even van gogh couldnt paint
but im not drinking yellow paint to make way for some fabrication of euphoria
because my euphoria sleeps with her
they’re really quite the bedfellows
but everything inside me is just the way she left it
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 8:12 PM UTC
I trace my fingertips
along your neon facets.
I twist and turn you
to make a match
or make a mish mash
of coloured squares.
You bring me back in time
to 1980's plastics.
I cannot solve your puzzle
for i lack your cuboid logic.
But just to rotate and
feel your shape in my hand
is sublime and fantastic!
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC
walk firmly looking up front as if there was no problem
i walk in front of you because i want you to see how fix i am like a rubiks cube.
i want you to look at me in the eye while i walk passed you. and i want you to remember how you messed-up every color in my life.
i want to tell you a story of how much morphine i took just to numb the pain i holding, while you seem like nothing happened.
i remember the pain i'm holding, while you holding someone hands.
while you are content and i'm not
while i'm suffering in this pain like a fire, burning in my heart.
i want you to remember the memories. the memories that haunt you till the rest of you life.
i want you to look at me in the eye and look down on me and walk passed by
Jun 20, 2021
Jun 20, 2021 at 12:04 AM UTC
I'm playing with the rubiks cube of my mind
Moving little colored squares,
Lining up a few rows
Looking at it for a second,
Realizing that will never work
Pondering over it,
Moving it some more
Absorbed in the focus of my work
Lining up another row, **** no
That ***** up this other row
Starting over, working slower,
Forever fiddling with this hopeless puzzle
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 1:47 PM UTC
No one understands me.
I'm an intricate, unsolvable maze.
I'm a grain of sand lost among the shadows.
A particle caught up in the haze.
No one understands me.
I'm rocket science to a child.
a rubiks cube with ten colors.
The leader of parliament in the wild.
No one understands me.
I'm undefined by the laws of physics.
I'm illegible handwriting.
Undecomoposable by chemists.
No one understands me.
except the words on the page.
the thoughts of the mind.
The music on the stage.
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC
Whisked away in the night
And yes
The sights
Are blinding
And inclined to know their way
Rest
And breathe smoke
Once gone
Now returned with fervor
Your dance mixed with mist
Lights
Not withstanding
Leaning in
To whisper a vow
Given
And kept with such magic
Slow and still
Walk with me
Be not the same
With your eyes like wild-fire
Mine
With blazing child-like patience
Can you save me once more?
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 10:01 PM UTC
I feel like an unsolved rubiks cube;
higgledy-piggledy.
Indecisive and confused,
Chaotic and muddled,
Vague and hazy.
Tongue twisted is what I feel
When someone asks;
for I can not say
anything for sure .
I am lost in the galaxy,
wandering through the forests -
I don’t know what path to take
to reach the destination set for me.
Oblivious to what I want
or what to do,
everything feels
unsure and unsteady
“It’s just a phase” is all I say .
For one day I will know,
the floor will not be unsteady
and it will be clear.
For I hold on to the hope
that one day
the rubiks cube will be solved
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 1:27 PM UTC
No matter how hard I try
My heart remains
the unsolvable
rubiks cube
Oct 6, 2024
Oct 6, 2024 at 5:32 PM UTC
this rubiks cube
is spinning & dancing
and im always ******* grasping
empty hands
clasp again
im tired of this grey noose
house of straw
built once more
or will it take root
share your words
share your thoughts
help me navigate
Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 1:07 PM UTC
global street art by aroe kentish town 15.06.18
have to be very cautious
now entering legal
need help from my mayor to be obnoxious
mr loose must focus the eye that's eagle.
we have a beautiful reception
clear and colourful like a rubiks cube
its the first criminal deception
catching your eye so pick pocketed as leave tube.
now calls for removal
its going to tare kentish apart
this was not given approval
like poetry being no art.
not welcome by camden
the compromise is narrow
just appeared like poetry that's random
i respect and appreciate and credit aroe.
to the artist that's noble
have to wait for decision on greet
will email through to global
they are responsible for art on street.
Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 6:44 AM UTC