"snowballed" poems
Time or the essance of Death
distilled.
No matter the who -
Someone , some force
snowballed.
The greatest daylight robbery -
that of our TIME.
TIME.
is not money
"At least in my books"
-me.
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 5:44 PM UTC
I was the daughter of winter
when you began to whisper
in my frigid ear. I lifted two
snowballed hands and chiseled
through the solid ice; bitter
words pierced the raw mist
surrounding me, but you were
not disarmed. I tried to stop the
thawing, dreamed lustily of a
rapidly approaching sleep,
that deep freeze and muffled
silence. You stayed, shivered,
and I was suffuse in tender
sunlight, for you were an
Indian summer, a falsehood
by very nature—false hope,
false promises, false warmth.
Your lilting birds and sultry
air enchanted—I was dizzy
and drunk, melting slowly.
You sang in the soft breezes,
danced frantically in the wake
of falling leaves, and swore
with each delicate blue sky:
It will always be this lovely!
But you were just a charade.
I was no more than a pool,
heated from the diminishing
glow of your fervor’s twilight,
and Autumn waited, patient,
as the mask finally slipped.
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 1:10 PM UTC
On behalf all of us who make bad decisions,
and worse excuses for them
I’d like to say that I’m sorry
I heard about how hard you worked on that science fair project
and how the teacher didn’t believe you
Because a week ago, someone like me used the same excuse
to get out of turning an assignment in on time.
And I’d like to say I’m sorry, for all the exams you studied for days to get a C on
and all the ones we aced without trying.
I promise, it wasn’t our fault, we’re just lucky guessers
I guess we could be little Irish
Like four leaf clovers are running though our bloodstreams.
On behalf of all of us who cried wolf,
because we fell asleep
and lost track of a few sheep.
I’d like to say that I’m sorry
that the boss didn’t accept the puncture wounds as proof
because we went too far one too many times for anyone to be trusted anymore.
For always taking the easy way out.
For every little white lie we told, that snowballed into an avalanche
and took you with it as it raced downhill.
On behalf of all of us whose dog did not, in fact, eat our homework
to you, the kid with a genuine excuse.
I would have liked to say I’m sorry.
I even had this whole apology written out
-It was cool, and rather poetic, if you ask me-
But there was this freak accident this morning
involving traveling circus, a ******** and a ham sandwich
-Trust me, you don’t want to know the details-
Okay, you got me
I guess some old habits die hard.
Dec 20, 2009
Dec 20, 2009 at 5:18 AM UTC
Your name
Snowballed once inside my brain
And was gone –
(I don't know the Russian for 'one' or 'two'
But for a minute I knew the Russian for you)
So go spend my winnings on the days you've lost,
Your blind-eyed perfect smile is worth the cost,
Good fortune means more to me than luck
But don't sit so close, love,
My poker face is ******
(You were so good,
Your taste went on for days as no taste should)
One day soon I'll recall your name,
Where I'm from
All the snow melts in the rain
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 9:39 PM UTC
I've been coasting quietly with an eye on society.
One eye's looking out for the hazards tryna blind me.
While my third eye is looking in, using intuition to guide me.
Sympathetic responses in an exchange for a shot at your wonder bra
I try to veer my course away trying not to expose those manipulations I saw
*In myself I invest as a capital and so I'm brushing all the ******** off.*
Your 8th pair of shoes? Yes, another great investment.
I can't help but be disgusted as I bring on feelings of resentment.
So I let go, I gain control, and set my gaze ablaze on another page to vent.
Everyone's in the know, but the quantity of info is so little.
I can't help but scoff as what's viewed as importance is really artificial.
Eye can rise above, but at the same time I'm still in the middle.
Disrespectful kids, with blind belligerent parents.
You want change? Just look at how your time's spent.
Calmly, look into the past and focus on where the care went.
The assumed superiority is a widespread, and welcomed disease, I'm sick of it.
Most of the privileged majority are better than everyone else and I'm right in the thick of it.
I've gotta change my ways in this maze, now that I've realized how I was depicting it.
The attitudes on display to all,
While you carry around your expensive worthless items at the mall.
Almost makes me wish your exterior reflected what's inside.
The sneers with pride show that to none you abide.
Sitting on your high-horse, yet ungrateful for the ride.
I'm repulsed by the shit-don't-stink mentality.
In a game of the minds I'd love for some to battle me.
Bring your inner ugly to light and not even find it challenging.
This has snowballed into one big calamity.
Which means it's time to step back and breathe.
If I let it best me then only anger breeds.
So now I close my eyes, and shut out any lies as my mind secedes.
Just work on yourself, Ryan, for only then can the collective truly succeed.
Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 5:19 PM UTC
She was beautiful
rolling of silken tresses
cascading her delicate shoulders
as if Niagara falls
i drawn of her beauty from afar.
She was unkind
her feet was bitten with wanderlust
i could never fetter those feet
with letters written
from her flighty dancing and bouncing.
She was skilled
she snowballed inspiration in her hands
caused diarrhea of ideas in my head
she laughed at me
while i made a mess
over my incompetence.
She was
a past, a history
abandoned her starving soul
till she left, died
and now my hands are left paralysed
paralysed in reminiscence
of her sweet voice...
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 11:37 AM UTC
A slip of the foot morphed into
an excruciating plummet into a void.
Before YOU know it, everyone else does
and you're bandaged up and tucked in bed
You've snowballed. It was out of your hands.
The word "Inpatient" echoes in your head
and you can't help but wonder:
"What did my parents say?"
There you are, still disoriented.
You're prospected expectations have
naturally become an escalated reality.
Now you're flooded with more
Diag-Nonsese and counterproductive
There-Rape-me spouts and handouts.
I didn't go down the road this time,
so how did I get here? Oh yes,
the ultimate phrase indeed "It's going to
get better, you just have to be patient."
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 3:49 AM UTC
"You don't wanna have stiff fingers, you want to feel the flow of
Him in them!
So stretch your fingers."
They said to Oscar.
"You'll be able to feel how vast the blue sky is and how beautiful He is if you do it enough"
And Oscar obeyed. He stretched them, and measured.
He was getting better at it and could feel a sphere of warmth in his hands as they clasped together. The flow was real, it was! His hands
glowed and eyes turned up to the Sky of Promises.
Spring bloomed on the petals of his fingers and at last
Oscar knew what it was like to hold peace in your hands.
Summer drowned him in light and Oscar
spent more time stretching than ever.
The warmth licked his legs as he ran past the world, grazing the bitter asphalt.
The tranquil ball bounced with him and snowballed with heat. Decay sank into plants
and Oscar watched as Cold fed on the soil.
Frosty grass glittered like the asphalt used to in the summer, but
Oscar's sphere got lost on the cold terrain
after he dropped it,
when he saw that the blue sky he had been promised
was not in fact blue at all and that
it would never be infinite.
Jun 6, 2013
Jun 6, 2013 at 2:56 PM UTC
He might not ever get the best of her
She might never ever get the best of him
The phrase "hope floats" is like kicks to the shins
Hot, cold, rain or shine...
thats the weather and how the world spins
Bend, fold,try to intertwine...
live's together, cant tell begginings from ends
In and out
Up and down
Left, right, all around
They both start to recognize the sound
The onset of rot to rotten, remembered.. But forgotten
Like a drop of water to cotton, its absorbed, but drips keep droppin'
Heavily involved the situation had snowballed
As it dreadfully disolved, both wish the other still called
Nobody's fault, no reason to set the bar higher in life's pole vault
Tried stalling longer after already being stalled...
Its too late to light up these darkening halls
-J.A.M
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 2:04 PM UTC
i could suffocate you with clever wordplay
and say that i'd pay to lay with you for another day
but i'm past the point of the paradox and price
in that skirt that first night you looked so nice
i couldn't imagine what i'd done to see that
your walk is like a bash to the skull with a baseball bat
so lay me down and cut me open
let you see inside while you still can
baby, lets just vibe in the moment
baby, you eliminate all my torment
you're just a blip on my screen now
double-tapping your pics and asking myself how
how could things have just snowballed
i just wish you would've picked up when i called
now my heart is filled up and tapped out
but, my death, you won't know about
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 2:08 PM UTC
First and foremost, the thing I am the most scared to say. I've always been hesitant to say this for fear that I'd be wrong but the fact is every day I get more and more sure of this. The more I live and breathe and smile the more I realize I love you. You have no idea how much courage it took me to write those three words down even though you may never see this. Truth is, when I met you I started developing a crush on you, but that just snowballed and every day I started falling more for you. I don't know what it was. It wasn't simply your outward beauty, though I admit you are a very handsome, very beautiful person. It might have been the way your voice sounds singing behind me in chapel in the mornings. It might be the little laugh you do when you're embarrassed or that gorgeous smile you always have on your face. Oh, my goodness, that smile gets me every time I swear. It might be your sweet, quiet, yet happy personality. Somehow you swept me off my feet when I had convinced myself that I wouldn't let anyone carry me away. But now it's 6 months from when I started having a crush on you and I am sitting here fairly certain that I am in love with you. And all my friends tell me that you like me too and sometimes I see it in your eyes, in that smile you get around me. Sometimes I hear it in your voice when you talk to me. But sometimes I can't find it anywhere. I can't tell anymore. My friends all thought they knew you would say yes when I asked you to snowball but you said you wanted to go with friends this time and that's cool. I get that but that night I cried for a good half hour. That's okay, I'm not upset now, but I just want to know what I am to you. What am I? Everyone's telling me that the two of us will date someday, not to give up but I'm lost. I'm in love with you and I can't really turn back now, but I feel as if im wasting my time. Soon I'll talk to you (maybe) and find out where we stand but for now I guess I'm stuck here daydreaming. If there's anything you take from this, and yes I know you're not reading this, it's that im crazy for you.
Is that so wrong?
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 8:48 PM UTC