"skimp" poems
1. Sit down and cry. Cry until you have no more tears and don’t even remember the reason for your sadness. Realize that nothing, not even misery, is permanent.
2. Close your eyes and imagine your dream home. Don’t skimp on anything, not even the tiniest details like the doorknob or the lampshade pattern. Keep it always so that whenever you are somewhere heartless and cruel, you have a retreat.
3. Discover a song you love. Listen to it as loud as possible, listen to it as softly as possible. Listen to it backwards, forewords, sideways, and upside down. Extract from it all the truth and magic you can until you’re sick of it. Repeat.
4. Try and realize who your real friends are. Not the ones who will smile at your jokes and laugh at their own, but the ones who will walk with you even in the darkest of nights and never have to reassure you that they’re there.
5. Cut your hair. Cut it as short as you can without making your mother cry. Recognize that when someone says they don’t like it, what they’re really saying is that your appearance is for their pleasure. Know that it is not.
6. Choose a day just to watch. Watch the wind whispering to the trees, the grass reaching for the sky, the clouds hanging on by a thread. Make eye-contact with the moon and see that everything is watching you back. They’re rooting for you.
7. Learn how to make your favorite food. Learn how to make it exactly like your mother does. And every time you taste those familiar flavors, know that home is wherever you are.
8. Draw yourself. Don’t look in a mirror while you do this, draw yourself as you truly think you are. When you’re finished, take a photo of yourself. Compare the two. Realize that how you perceive you and how the world sees you will always be different.
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 6:42 PM UTC
Fa-la, la-la, figging-la!
Deck your halls, don't skimp on the holly.
It's the season to be jolly -
Shelve you woes, wrap up your ills,
use your credit, put off the bills.
Follow us for merry pleasure,
you know we're all in this together.
It's just started, it's one long trial,
but we'll get through it, just fix that smile.
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 1:11 PM UTC
*True Friends
A long time ago in China there were two friends, one who played the harp skilfully and one who listen skillfully.
When the one played or sang about a mountain, the other would say: "I can see the mountain before us."
When the one played about water, the listener would exclaim: "Here is the running stream!"
But the listener fell sick and died. The first friend cut the strings of his harp and never played again. Since that time the cutting of harp strings has always been a sign of intimate friendship.
From „ Zen flesh, Zen bones“*
the gallery of your luscious qualities
do indeed killing me
there is no one scolding you
like they doing on me
for such nonsenseal guilt, that
i sometimes use imaginary
but alas it happens far seldom
usually i am indeed just infinitely
diminutiv towards your very boldship
the severe prose of life dont
let write astute fantasies
yet my punk *** is vernacular towards
your upperclassed way to speak
its like dog's bark near
your charming chant of melodies
to be befriended with you
yet listen your compliments
I am getting perplexed
cuz i see you stiff giggling on me
you would better doubt me for my narrow horizon
where i type only about hopelessely of resistance
yet about that love is dead
how bore!!
it trully not what may enterntain!
Better I would dont coment and dont write anymore
Better I would skimp this beggarly text
instead only picking nose behind of barricade
and let you hear nix beside my
Perro Semihundido's
WOOF!WOOF!WOOF!
….but, I wrote this lolololong locomotive,
since its obviously my pretty fun to **** off myself
bye
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 12:33 PM UTC
She served him red ripe cherry pie at dawn,
Oven warm,
With a skimp of cheddar cheese,
Curled up and asleep on the side of the plate.
He captured the first whiff while strutting through
The maze,
Of a last minute dream.
On stage, lead guitar, **** Jagger, Brown Sugar.
She held a fork full of promise near his nose,
And smiled.
He woke humming, strumming, ***** and confused.
What more pleasure could desire be.
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 4:59 PM UTC
Making stops from the sun to the moon
Who'd say i'd fall in love with you.
I'll land my feet on its dusky grey surface
Tell em Haze sent me,
Message you that i need better communication,
More assertion, more voice.
I'll skimp through 900 degrees,
I need the feminine energy to suffocate me
& i'll assert my drive across the reds
I'll write love letters to demos & phobos,
While i hang from the rings.
I'll take responsibility for falling in love with the stars, the moon and everything about you.
Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 4:26 AM UTC
Without you
I no longer fight.
Without you
I no longer stand straight.
Without you
I no longer do what's right.
I find I fade while you're away,
Becoming less of myself,
More like I was.
Without you
I wander about.
Without you
I drift free.
Without you
I have doubts.
I sit in my unpreferred solitude
Reliving cherished memories
Through a veil of pain.
Without you
there is no light.
Without you
there is no silver sound.
Without you
there is no day
or night.
The orchids will not bloom,
The owls do not hoot
And the stars skimp
On their twinkling light.
2010
Jul 29, 2010
Jul 29, 2010 at 6:27 PM UTC
Do not skimp on your compassion,
" But for the grace of God go I "
is no forlorn truth of freedom.
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 2:15 PM UTC
we just grew apart
i was never enough for her
she will tell me how wrong i am
that i filled her cracks with cement
in reality i was a thin plastic
on a bridge that demands steel
demands a good unselfish man
the cracks in my plastic snapped
underneath the pressure of desire
you and i are not the same
we tried
we tried
in the end she wanted a love from me
too powerful for me
too emotional for me
a love she gave and hoped for in return
hopefully she waited a year
and the more she fell in love
the more i drifted apart
i could only give a skimp excuse
it really is not her fault it is mine
she believed in me put her faith inside
and i never returned the favor
she wanted a real love
passionate
fulfilling
enduring
i am none but a false sense
i am the eye of the hurricane
you will not hear me roar until
i am gone
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 10:59 PM UTC
Serving birds
Got me walking on egg shells
If I don't skimp
Night class, I might last
I bike back - alone
To build this nest
To leave this place in the past
To see you smile
I'd wish away, the world -
Got a fortune
Zip locked in a locked locker
This is torture
Making love, I just watch her
Smile.
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 2:31 AM UTC
In such a way I love myself, that his life does not skimp
Until the end he gave himself and to death was because the master
In such a way I love myself and there is no way I can pay
The price of your great love but my whole soul I want to give.
For your love I will live, of your love, I will sing
With my Jesus, I will walk because I love myself
For your love I will live, of your love, I will sing
With my Jesus, I will walk because he died for me
I will follow.
In such a way I love that his life does not skimp
Until the end he gave himself and to death was because the master
In such a way I love myself and there is no way I can pay
The price of your great love but all my soul I want to give.
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 5:24 PM UTC