"ryhm" poems
Its Torture.
The cruel
painless kind.
Torture,
like watching her
from the shadows
as she
Loves her new Lover
while you're
still so alone.
Within my
mind Ive said
a word then
spelled out
in ryhm.
It sounds so perfect
within my
mind,my quivering lips
mouth the
word in silence.
Im afraid to try,
listen to my struggle
and you shall see
why it
is I hardly
speak.
Its the stammer,
the god given
gift which has
held my
opinions hostage.
Prevented me from
approaching her
and telling her
what she secretly
longed
to hear.
Forced me at times
to remain silent
when there was
so much more I
had to say.
This stammer
provides
cruel children
reason enough to be
even crueler.
I speak around certain
words and
communicate
more with the hands.
Kind souls
finish sentences
for me as I fight
for my voice.
Never knowing that
their attempt
at being helpful
only drives this silent
knife even deeper.
This Stammer has
barricaded what
I need to say
somewhere
within that dead
and maimed space
between
my mind and
my speach.
I'm tunneling my
way out of this
self contained
prison.
Word by
written word .
Im slowly
finding
a way for
this silent
and crippled
voice
to finally
be heard.
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 8:50 AM UTC
The sadness keeps me up at night
while the memories of ******* up
seep through
sober doesnt look far from drunk anymore
now I cant tell who you are
or how far I'am from hell
they always asked me what I want
to do in life
im a college drop out,
theres nothing to do now
so ill sit here in the dark
hoping these words find a ryhm
im nothing but a failure are the words
that travel by storm
but those are the words that help
the sadness stay awake at night
there's nothing more that would seem
much better
then death itself
but to fall asleep forever
would mean never waking up
the sadness that keeps me up at night
would be finally put to rest
but what would happen to the
best things
that could suddenly turn around
i guess I'll never know
i have the barrel to my head.
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 12:18 AM UTC
Its Torture.
The cruel
painless kind.
Torture.
Like watching her
from the shadows
as she
Loves her new Lover
while you're
still so alone.
Within my
mind I've said
a word then
spelled out
in ryhm.
It sounds so perfect
within my
mind.
My quivering lips
mouth the
word in silence.
Im afraid to try.
Listen to my struggle
and you shall see
why it is I choose
to hardly speak.
Its the stammer.
The God given
gift which has
held my
opinions hostage.
Prevented me from
approaching her
and telling her
what she secretly
longed to hear.
Forced me at times
to remain silent
when there was
so much more I
had to say.
This stammer
provides
cruel children
reason enough to be
even crueler.
I speak around certain
words and
communicate
more with the hands.
Kind souls
finish sentences
for me as I fight
for my voice.
Never knowing that
their attempt
at being helpful
only drives this silent
knife even deeper.
This Stammer has
barricaded what
I need to say
somewhere
within that dead
and maimed space
between
my mind and
my speach.
I'm tunneling my
way out of this
self contained
prison.
Word by
written word .
I'm slowly
finding
a way for
this silent
and crippled
voice
to finally
be heard.
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 11:13 AM UTC
please..?
not often will you get me to toss my hat in the ring and dance a jig and do it as carefree and upset, and well, run the gambit of real emotions and motions of thought as they truly and in the moment bloom for view and place no filter in between the me , windows roiled down and you. so..
If you have it, then post it ,type it up, ( like I said, spelling, yes I **** at it and will totally ***** it all up) but maybe the honesty of the moment can cause one less to find me so loathsome and just maybe remind them that some of us dudes are not interested in testing the macheesmoe of a guy, and actually wish and hope success finds and smiles on you, even though you a side too, cause I am not out to take yours not critique hows you does it and makes it ryhm the rhythms that are your kingdoms and families, friends and good **** ends and interests. and **** it, you know this by now. and I understand all things have a time they shine and that time comes more than a few times in any mans life for more than he find that time a changing of life thing. so hope I recurve a link to that diatribe of what boys and random thoughts, that I did openly say, ***** it, here, now let us see how bad I blew it. much love and well, only human and a stumbling dance of chance seems the time I tap my knee told and bump my elbows into all my not so funny bones and fumble about all goofy eyed and were pushed the hell does anyone get ugly ads feet like that , and all. smile, cause I am.
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 7:58 PM UTC
A perfect little ryhm you see
to inshure domestic tranquility
but it seems to me
evry thing i see is a little off you see
babys crying , people lieing , children screaming
but yet what els do i see
certintly not trainquility
bombs flying hear and their
bodys liying every where
fear in every bodys ear
no one can clearly hear
but dose that mean its vanished
no it cant be banished
it is still thier , but are we
think about it and if you finde out could you lend a ear
so everyone can hear.
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 4:02 PM UTC
She was free traveling
From LA
Up the west coast
To the AK
There was no hurry
No real plan
Visiting friends
On route to
Ketchikan
(Chorus)
Along the coast lines
Most of the time
The dreamy sunsets
The waves talking in ryhme
Bonfires at night
Strong breeze all day
While on her journey to the AK
She left nothing behind
Just her mother's memories
She never thought of her father
While on escapes like these
She never looked back
Just moved constantly
To the last frontier
Called the AK
(Chorus)
Along the coast line
Most of the time
The dreamy sunsets
The waves talking in ryhm
Bonfires at night
A strong breeze all day
Along her journey to the AK
When she arrived
She went to my cafe
That's when I met
Her in the AK
She told me about the coast lines
(Remaing chorus)
Most of the time
The dreamy sunsets
The waves talking in ryhm
The bonfires at night
The strong breezes at day
And her arrival at the AK
Dec 30, 2019
Dec 30, 2019 at 9:08 AM UTC