"soliloquys" poems
Soliloquys of repitoires
He pulls out the demon-arm
To see if harm
Feels better than being alone.
His hearts at "home..."
He roams...
To feed...
Lion.
Poet.
Warrior.
We...
He has needs.
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 12:03 AM UTC
She counts down from a hundred to one,
Clutching her love like a crutch.
He fumbles,
Hunting for his hunger.
They blot out doubt
And muster up their trust
"I'm fine" she cries,
As a child dies.
He learns,
He spits in her gritted eyes.
She reminds him that they're dying,
Burning while they turn
Spinning in his sheets
Struggling to breathe
Smuggling their dreams
In apologetic sweat
And ***** epithets
The infant actors beg for ******
Whispering the wishes that are listed in the script
Quoting moans that catch on choking throats
Pleading for release
Reading of futility
And mutual defeat
Delivering a finish
In pillowed soliloquys
Adolescent in the stillness
Adolescent in the heat
Adolescent in the promise
Adolescent in belief
She stutters love in ****** butterflies
On his rasping chest
As he gasps for breath.
She grasps at death,
While he grabs a cigarette.
Cast away in brackish blanket seas
They wrap themselves in fallacies
And laugh at their realities:
The cult of love belongs to Morpheus
And adulthood is an orphanage
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 12:00 AM UTC
3-1-2015
I remember yesterday.
The morning birds notes gleefully played.
I remember yesterday.
I remember yesterday.
The brightest morning there was seen,
And yet there was no sun to beam.
The wispy air and tired eyes,
The devotion we all strive and try.
My God, Selah.
I remember yesterday.
I remember yesterday.
The day less fatigued from creaking souls.
A new perception, new sights, and new goals.
Classes flying, life goodbye-ing.
Joyous day filled without even trying.
I remember yesterday.
I remember yesterday.
The jokes he told.
Simply comedy gold.
The smile he gave.
Mentality leaping from a grave.
I am renewed and alive.
I can't wait to see him and thrive.
I remember yesterday.
I remember yesterday.
Two laughs blended to a familiar tune.
Those girls brought me hope, and good fortune.
To see them laugh, and smile;
So hard, so deep, it's been a while.
My sun and moon and stars above
The pattern of their love.
I remember yesterday.
I remember yesterday.
Yet yesterday is yanked from possibilities.
Only reminiscing in soliloquys.
Pointless to wish for it reoccurring.
Now for new memories with a base for ushering.
But I will always remember yesterday.
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 9:45 AM UTC
Sitting on trains plastered in rainbows
Hues of the fairest gray periods
Heart tired
Eyes glued
My grandmother always said not to stare...
I got caught in the naps of his hair
His 6 foot awesomeness
Maybe he's texting about business
His holiday arrangements...
Maybe his locs long for her
Maybe he tells her she's amazing
That he cant wait to see her
He'll kiss away her fears
Install the mirage of his emotions
Hold her, rub her back
3:00 am "you're beautiful"
Dreams of morning oral soliloquys...
Awakened by his agenda
She's remissed she couldn't wake earlier
To spend those last moments glancing out
Into the moments paradigm
To play a lil' house within his eyes ...
Suddenly
A faint streak of saliva on her cheek
muah
He's off...
She walks into the lavatory
Wondering why the hell the bathroom light's on...
LP
Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 3:08 PM UTC
I sit by my self
Talking to moon
Constellations crown me the Queen of Soliloquys,
The universe applauds!
Heaven is proud for i am who i am
On purpose and
Without permission!
May 19, 2021
May 19, 2021 at 8:27 AM UTC
Sometimes I am, at moments
Lost within myself
Taking refuge in the ruins
The utopia of my own creation
Limiting conversation
To different shades and colors
Unhinged soliloquys
Bickering amongst each other
I dream my own dreams
In a strange way
The creation causes the fantasy...causes the creation
So attainable, so intangible
Feb 27, 2010
Feb 27, 2010 at 6:46 PM UTC
Lyrically lacerated, by the audiological addiction in which I feed,
Those Hazardous Harmonies ring into my waking thoughts,
scared, I am towards my future deeds.
These meaningful melodies tie them selves around my neck, forming knots, with a dark plot leaving me distraught.
I enjoy the self inflicted pain brought upon my heart when I push play,
wishing to forever be lost in the chorus, I close my eyes and pray,
That the songs on my playlist tell the story of how I lived,
And not at the shiv that I kept hid.
Waste a few brain cells,
To forget about times like this,
Wish love was like *** and would sell,
But today,it's like a hit and miss.
Late-night soliloquys stops me from any having any form of tranquility,
As I search for a safe ability to find any means for stability.
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 12:53 AM UTC
words are not easy now
they turn their back an slink away
i mutter soliloquys of gibberish
hoping to entice them home
but no, they laugh and belittle me
my muse has taken to reading
other poet's work and nags
about the good old days
flouncing about and swaering
there are many theories, about
this dry spell, this soon to be drought
but really all i can do is sit
out on the back deck,
watch the dustbowl
and wait for the smell
of petrichor....
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 4:29 AM UTC
sonatas soulful, soothing, softly somnolent:
i kneel in surrender to their swells —
slipping under the spray, slow submerge of sound
soaking my eardrums
sealing sight
the sea’s silence deceives, concealing
songs so solemn, solace’s sorcery suddenly suspends:
sorrowful solipsism sublimates —
i seek stupors soporific as soliloquys
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 11:25 AM UTC