"senseful" poems
The forever-stench of hoboken
The most composed... undress
Loosened to a senseless smirk
Keep walking...
The prettiest eyes droop to a cool low
Posture is hard to keep with them shots!
Keep walking...
Messaging another senseful planet the boring absurdity of now
Watch your step!
Her fine italian dinner is inches away
Or is it fine thai...
It's vulgarity kills any sense of definition
Uh oh... now there are more puddles!
Keep away from those leaking lakes
Of sushi... sashimi... heineken... absolut!
Absolutely acceptable in this town!
Come on! We're almost out of it
Out of the town we were once so happy to visit just a couple of hours ago
When everyone was efficient, and not venturing *****
When communication wasn't fogged, but clear and easy
When men didn't dress like 14 year old boys trying to score at a house party
And women didn't give away their IQ so easily, heads slightly bent forward with a lack of direction
Maybe it was home, maybe it was danger, maybe it was fun
The zombie within arose with a wretched stench of alcohol
Yet this will never stop selling
People are sold this "treasure" of acceptance, rank, a strong sense of esotericism, all lies
Yet in reality, they are simple facades, regular people like you and me.
O Hoboken, you stink
Mar 14, 2010
Mar 14, 2010 at 9:40 PM UTC
begging for a senseful win
we offer everything and wait
but much too late and we've been
expecting our getting worse
no rehearse, that is the curse
of our too well hidden fate
sleeping to forget the dream
we won't remember anything
but pull the sting - well, it seems
there's still the better way to choose
no excuse, we all did lose
the time that only hope can bring
once we found we were stranded here
stumbling through a spooky sphere
strangely changing, growing weird
leaving even all the best ideas
behind
hoping that there is some hope
that could stand against our fears
and all the years down the slope
that we implored so soon to rise
but it denies and frightened eyes
cannot guess what seemed so clear
turning away - the world won't stop
and history is a part of us
but present fuss will blow up
the concepts of our fathers' minds
no rewind, we cannot find
'cause there's no sense in our must
seems every reason's caused by dust
but even now these dreams don't rust
'cause meaning is the wildest lust
since we woke up by looking just
behind
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 3:57 AM UTC
I don't know
You know sometimes
What's it's like to feel reality
When you're too overwhelmed for anything
I'm just like this
Thinking in my head
Confusion in my mind
Life man hits you like a stoner
So motivated to do crazy **** in life
And taking that opportunity to get there
I've always felt so trapped in my existence
Nothing felt right since I was here
There's just no connection to the vibes I have,
but just never come out
Dude this music is hitting me
In a way that talking can't complete
What would I do without it?
I just wouldn't feel right
My thoughts right now are insanely prepared
His smile makes me light up like a sunflower
**** he's so just what id catch
One in a million
This summer tho
Probably going to be the best
Finals aren't done yet
Just one week left.
Gonna be hittin the beach
Laying in the sun
Playing volleyball
Spending all night
Outside, watching the stars
Having picnics on sunny days
So bright.
**** what has gotten into me
HIGHSCHOOL is driving me sane
Into a way that I've never imagined
I'm just gonna sleep and eat and watch tv,
Reminisce on all of my senseful dreams
Or maybe write a letter
Or two
Don't know exactly what to do
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 8:28 PM UTC
There is no senseful way to destroy a life.
To do it is senseless, ignorant, hateful and selfish.
Whether or not it is human or any other species.
Chicken,cow, pig, camel, turkey etc.
To dismember and sever it's parts piece-by-piece is cruel.
Dead or Alive, disrespectful, sick, wrong & unjust.
No political laws for it would never make it right or accepted.
That should protect their well-being lives & how they're treated.
Living creatures are all holy vessels in my eyes.
Their souls are priceless.
Their lives are not worthless as a society believes.
Each one deserves a full and happy life.
The cow & pigs tongue should not be severed and sold in grocery store meat departments.
Their bodies should stop being butchered for carnivore consumption.
Society is ignorant, greedy and two complant.
Just as sheep, all followers no leaders.
Butchers, poachers, & meat eaters should all be treated as a defenseless animal that is tortured and killed in the same exact way to justify their deaths.
With the deaths of their killers.
Endangered species are bred for slaughter
the animals should all be considered holy and valuable, priceless, pure, innocent, & defenseless.
Death ends life.
Life is a gift deserved by every being born in this world or any other.
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 3:34 PM UTC
The grass; flat.
Autumn leaves; scattered.
Two birds; pecking.
Firm trees; tall and grounded.
Charisma boys; young.
Senseful girls; fair.
Insightful elders; straint.
Do not doubt the older,
For they were once like you,
Except now stronger
And still are wiser.
My boundary of flesh
Being dragged around
My soul, heart, and mind
Trapped inside
Yet I feel so empty
Don't smile unless you're happy
Don't cry unless you're sad
Don't drink until you're thirsty
Don't repent unless you feel bad
There's something more here
You can guess your best
Be my guest
But no answer will satisfy
There will be no more rest.
Goodbye my sweet;
I said goodbye
But stay with me
Until I must die.
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 2:36 PM UTC
I’m almost a poet.
I almost make sense
Enough to impress
Others with my senseful nonsense
I’m almost a poet
And I almost understand
Others’s poems and other poets
In the end no use, I tried to no end
But I like to pretend.
I’m almost a poet,
My metaphors are almost immersive enough
And my edges and corners are almost not rough
I’m almost a poet
I’m almost there
But not quite
I’m almost a poet
Almost - a man.
_M
Feb 23, 2025
Feb 23, 2025 at 10:06 PM UTC
On days like these it
makes sense to lose the common
sense of mine by you.
Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 6:51 PM UTC
one of these days
I will try to see without being obtrusive
I will try to breathe without much heaviness
I will try to hear without being unheard
I will go along with much steadiness
the irreplaceable is never to be
forgotten
almost impossible to take back
as the grateful recipient
the irreplaceable is never to be
forgotten
almost possible to give back
to soon-to-be recipients
one of those days
I will speak with assurance
I will feel with dauntlessness
I will think with resourcefulness
Dec 25, 2017
Dec 25, 2017 at 2:44 AM UTC
*sometimes it feels like i'm the one
and all the worry has a reason
i should do something here
something senseful
across the border
over the line
but it's all such a haze
can't see through my eyes
what's happening
maybe someone else can see
help me
the questions of life
i don't belong because
the most people don't let me go
and didn't let me.. so there i go
back into the closet of thoughts
there should be something more
can't believe i'm wrong
or this feeling wouldn't exist
at least not this strong
why am i here?*
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 2:37 PM UTC
A conversation can save a life
Maybe it's not that easy to make one
But when you do,
It can make you feel good to make it longer
Especially when it is senseful and poetic.
Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 2:07 PM UTC