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betterdays May 2014
they are like,
amorphous things,
these thoughts, these half remembered dreams
floating,
like lilypads upon a pond
luscious green rounded fronds and shooting,
ponted drafts of sun....
luminescence, drifting on.
i dream in monet, today.
all fuzzed dots and pastel hues....close up, nothing new
but from a few steps back,
a picture...gorgeous to behold...
let me now... dream....
somemore....mayhap
i soon will see, immpression:
             soliel levent
written 4:18am..sat morning
Nomad Apr 2014
SohereIwastalkingtothisgirl
andshewasall"Yeahbrotellthestoryagain­"
buticouldn'tbecause,likeanidiot,iforgotwhatijustsaid
shecalledm­eanidiotwhenitoldherthosewords
andthenshesmiledandlaughedithought­itwaspretty
wellshewasprettybutthatreallydoesn'tmatter
no,wait,ju­stkiddingYEAHitdoes!
Butreallywetalkedandtalkedforhourslikeshedid­n'tmind
wellididn'tmindlisteningtohertalk
andneitherdidsheinthatr­egard
sowetalkedtillthesunwentdown
andthenitookherhome.
itwasgrea­t,butshewantedmore
soinsteadofwalkinghertoherdoor
wewalkedandtalk­ed
andtalked
somemore!
wewentaroundtheblockafewtimes
thenitwaslik­e
twointhemorningsoiREALLYhadtogetherhome
soigotherhomeandshesnuc­kinrealquietlike
itwassadtoseeherdisappear.
but oh well.
I never saw her again.
After she had moved out.
Micheal Wolf Jun 2015
Waltzing with fire
watching the priest,
drop to his knees
and a boy screams with fear

All I see in the press today
Waltzing with fire till he goes to jail

A fear of all
he prays to a god,
for if he is caught
he won't have a job

All I see in the press today
Waltzing with fire Rolf Harris again

Oh the tide rolls in
with crashing waves,
the Daily Express always says
"Prepare for the worst!"
or
The torys are great

All I see in the press today
Waltzing with fire their expenses claims

Well someones dog
**** outside my gate!
Made the page
Not Nepal's earthquake

All I see in the press today
Waltzing with fire Everest a grave

What to do
when it's all gone wrong?
Oh I'm Traped in the vesel
that I got at birth,
as age contorts
and changes its shape

All I see in the press today
Waltzing with fire another *** change

Oh mistakes a plenty
and then somemore
as I made decisions
like a needy *****
Try and keep up
we march today!
Just where are we going
I couldn't say

All I see in the press today
Waltzing with fire labour lost again

Direction lost
and the maps on fire,
my souls ignited
by another's fire
Another who warms
at a different grate,
no wonder people run away

All i see in the press today
Waltzing with fire a teacher caught again

So waltz with fire
and quench the coals that burn
for loving only makes you cold
Cold in spirit, cold in bed
and distorts all up inside my head

All I see in the press today
Waltzing with fire Mr speakers wife again

So what was that all about,
I say that daily and often shout!!
Wish I knew I would share the plot,
but like my soul...It all is lost

All I see in the press today
Waltzing with fire the popes lost his faith
aviisevil Apr 2014
"stop, Avi you make no sense,
What is so wrong with you, eh
when will you understand?!
You, your words are chaos
You don't write poetry,
you write crap man!"


That's how it is, I am but a kid,
My words make no sense,
My thoughts?
They say i've to get rid of it
The world outside maybe cruel,
But I thought i'll be whole with the ones my kind,
But no!
To them i'm just someone with no depth in his rhymes
Maybe I never read enough,
So my words don't echo the dead voices
I just began to write when I first learned to spell
But again I never had many choices
I tried to break away from the herd,
Those rules and conventions never held me down,
But they always found faults in my method,
Made me turn around


"wait, Avi haha what is this ?
Do these words even mean a thing ?
Your poems are so bad,
Mate, you are good for nothing
And what's up with this one over here,
Do you think anyone will read it ?
Even if they did by mistake,
Don't you think they'll find it stupid ?


He walks on the lonely trails,
Forgotten with passage of time
Every sight is a word,
Painting a picture in his Mind
He picks a blade instead,
Time to draw some scars
Even if we run to the end of the world,
We can never escape who we really are
He makes a wish and lets go,
May the winds reach their place
He looks in the mirror and stares hard,
But he can't recognize his own face


"today I feel like dying,
Its 3 am and everyone's asleep
I guess i'll go for a walk
Been weeks now but I just can't sleep"

"it was quiet dark and lonely,
But the silence held some kind of magic
My hands ache to write something,
But I won't, I know it'll be too tragic"


Take me as I am,
If I am nothing else, i'm pure
Even though I can't write
I still feel like a poet down to the core
I know you'll frown,
But I cant lie, I dont want to live anymore
But I know someday i'll die,
So i'm 'gonna put up with life somemore  
All I want is to be heard,
Guess that's not too much to ask
To move someone with my words,
A quiet feeling that would last
I don't want to be remembered
But I want someone to know who I was,
That I always found my way back, alone
No matter how lost I was
That even though I kissed the blade,
It never was a friend,
that I am sorry for all I did,
But sometimes I just wanted it all to end


"why are you sad , Avi ?
Don't you have everything ?"

- I guess something's wrong with my brain,
It just keeps coming back all over again


"why don't you opt for therapy"

-them drugs could never make me happy

"you don't have to be so ******* yourself"

- sometimes it's the only thing that helps


"Avi, remember we're all here for you"


-I don't care, i've fought all my battles without you


"if you go on like this you'll even lose the ones that are left"


-I guess it's true what doc said, no one can save me from myself



I wait in the hall,
She calls my name out
"he is ready for you"
Rings a little loud
I walk inside the door,
There he is , so old and grey
I wonder what he'll say
But there's just silence today
"Avi, i saw your reports
It shows improvement
i guess those sessions are working"
-what about my inner torment ?
"it's all in your mind"
- i know
" these pills will help you "
-i know
"take one in the morning
And one in the night,
One when you feel sick
And one when you feel alright"
- will it ever stop ?
"it's hard to say
- why me ,doc?
- Avi, you were born this way...




"avi, I'm sorry but i can't stay"

- i know , just go away


"i wish you could change"


-I'm comfortable in strange


"you don't have to be this way"


- but that's all who i am today..




Take me away and bring back my remains,
Standing on the other side won't make  the winds change
It'll all be as it was and I'll be lost,
Burning me won't fade my name
Hurt me with your lies,
And **** me with your truth
If i had a chance to be happy
Trust me, i would
But there's no hope,
I can't live in lies
This is all who i am ,
And i don't even know why
Maybe I'll learn to pretend,
Maybe I'll die
But no matter what happens,
I know there'll be no one by my side





" you're at it again , don't you?
You just make a fool of yourself,
Stop showing them your work
Or they'll start making fun of you themselves,
What's the matter, Avi ?
Did my words made you cry ?
Now write a poem about it,
That no one will ever read , oh my!"


I always struggled with words,
They were so hard to come by
And when they finally did,
I froze and couldn't write
But when I did write,
I never stopped to see what they meant ,
I could finally fight my demons,
And I could do it over and over again
I wish I was better,
And could fuse beauty in my lines
But I know i'm ugly
And this world never misses a chance to remind,
That I am not a poet
I am but a kid
That no one will ever take me seriously,
And I'll have to live with it


"avi, do you think they understand?"
-some of them

" do you feel alone?"
-no,i have my pen


"Avi, you have to stop writing so dark"
-why ?

"it's not what they want"
- a lie


"so you think they like it?"
-i don't care

"are you any good?"
-no, but I'm getting there



I speak to you with all my heart,
Oh, let me be, just let me be
If I ever write my heart out for you,
Close your eyes, don't you see
if I ever try to make you understand,
Remember, I am not what I claim
Even if I think I belong somehow,
I know, you and me are not the same  





I am but a kid, one sad sad kid...



Bleed away and sleep away,
All your nightmares, dream away
Oh child, step down
From your bed of thorns, walk away...
As personal as i can be
Vivian Grace May 2017
i'd be dead long ago
fossilized in memory
of my mother
maybe of another,
like a crisp cubicle
amber snapshot
lost
and a sunken rusted corpse
rotting,
if I'd given
unconditional control
to the alabaster breaking curiosity
streaming my veins.

worm food too soon
but brave sturdy bones
reluctantly deteriorating  
with such luster wished to hold on
like Venusian locks
breaking down unwillingly
into their amino acid state,
informal fertilizer for woodland's mirth.

so i am here
instead
away from the earth
near a foreign border
a flight
line unlinear
where my heart lept off
for regions uncharted,
not just to Rome or
was it Greece
clogging this train of thought,


but i can remember all of this
do not think i won't

i will not deny what i heard my left ventrical plotting
on raiding the pulpit
of life
a ceremonial teaching from leaves
to live with the oxygen
and it's pulp
and the recommendation to drink it together
together
for optimal optical evolution.

my resolution is to daily
gaze into my orange juice
the sun
that lick of sour
sweet release in time
its nothing to an hour
but an infinity in a day
of trials
and try agains
and oh wait
we went the wrong way
and realising but wait
the plum tree is fertile
feeding us plenty fruits,
endless fruit,
okay.

there cannot be only one
staged divine
except when seasons cut short the seasoning
of harvest,


unless you mean us,
then time survives
just to give us another line
to muster somemore condaments
but not compliments
for our dining
to spice up our ripe oozing confection,
our confessions,
our rhythmic happiness.

another play
I am attending today
this stages higher
this stage is indigo
with orchestras,
no heart string harps will be hurt
in the making of our film
when i pluck yours softly
from the black stuccoed darkness
no lead roles
or precious rings of metal
or unholy hymns
of god knows what descendence
will dictate the future
or the past
what lineage?

arent we the same?
so it seems

that all that this is
is truly a metaphor
for the greatest
of all
most spontaneous
of my glances
at death
and the death of my ego
in the west and

here today

the graduation of our children
hearts who may have already left
but found each other
somewhere along the way

and somewhere along the way
we will get them back
in the amount of time it takes me
to trace your spine
I'll trace the universe
to see souls
gaining there wishes
like eyes reincarnating
into others heads
and there we be no pain
just a safe shot
no radical injections
or vaccinations
to save us
from this love

that while glaring at the sun
and whining for a return date
or address
or something with
a conscious
in sleep lip shivering,
the warm grasp of my resting heart rate
will place your arms at ease.

so rest now,
easy baby
my sweet Zues,
and when i wake you
at an ungodly hour
let us fervently light the sky
eternally, yes, eternally
after a goodnight's rest
because someday that rest will,
well,
it will be the only hour
stuck on midnight
our only thing to live on
and our eyelids will have died long ago.
Micheal Wolf May 2015
Waltzing with fire
watching the priest,
drop to his knees
and screams with a fear

A fear of all
he prays to a god,
for if he is caught
he won't have a job

Oh the tide rolls in
with crashing waves,
the Daily Express always says
"Prepare for the worst!"
or the
"Torys are great"

Well someones dog
**** outside my gate!
What to do
when it's all gone wrong?

Oh im Traped in the vesel
that I got at birth,
as age contorts
and changes its shape

Oh mistakes a plenty
and then somemore
as I made decisions
like a needy *****

Try and keep up
we march today!
Just where are we going
I couldn't say

Direction lost
and map on fire,
my souls ignited
by another's fire

Another who warms
at a different grate,
no wonder people run away

So waltz with fire
and quench the coals that burn
for loving only makes you cold

Cold in spirit,
cold in bed
and distorts all up inside my head

So what was that all about,
I say that daily and often shout!!
Wish I knew
I would share the plot,

but like my soul...
It all is lost.
David Nelson Apr 2013
My Lonely Heart -Day 4

Tuesday
after early day sun
the day turned dreary
stormy and rainy
I tried keeping myself
busy
trying not to think
about the one
who fills my heart
with joy
sometimes with sadness
that's my fault
expecting more
much more
than I should
much more
than I have a right too

I painted somemore
on my room
until it got
too dark
from the storm clouds
looks like
I will need
more paint
I sure need
more sunlight

as the darkness
crept into my room
I found myself
at the familiar place
looking once again
at her pictures
I become
more amazed
everyday that I look
she is so beautiful
you can see the beauty
it is behind those eyes
I get lost
looking into those eyes
trying to read
the message there
sometimes
it seems to say
help me
I am a lost little girl
I have gotten older
but I am still that
little girl

I miss her
I miss her so bad
I wonder if she thinks of me
across the miles

  Gomer LePoet...
the 4th day of the journey into an emptiness that surrounds
Cole Hearn Oct 2015
Here goes draft twenty-four,
Should I rhyme somemore?
C an I c a use Rouge words to reset?
Look I'm a youth barely twenty-two,
I'm tired of the same **** things.
I just scribbled sideways,
I can't fix the problem on time,
I'll be back tomorrow,
To take down twenty-five.
Odd Odyssey Poet Feb 2019
Hello
Haven't spoken in a while,
Tried to give you most of my time.
Could I get but a smile,
What you call yours was all mine.

Hello
Looking for a glass of water,
At the corners of my heart by the border
My life's a messy dream. All out of order.

Hello.
I know I'm not the best at times
I'm just too stressed sometimes.
This glass was my fellow.

Hello.
You ignored my text on the phone,
I don't want to die alone
Blew out my birthday candles all on my own.
Hello.

Hello.


Hello.

Ooooooo,

I tried to hold you just a little bit closer,
But just in that embrace I was open to your bitter exposure.

To cross the depths,
Of my past steps,
A whole lot of regrets.

It's a mess, looking for a female,
For my lonely house retail.
My heart gives her the detail.

To lose my thoughts in the crazy mess,
Really I'm too **** depressed.

Go through stories of my life, just flip through every single page,
In a small box of my dreams trying to see the bigger range.
But it's a trap, I don't know much cause you used to be my sage.

Caught in the wind, blowing my troubles every single day,
To tear down your walls if you try to get, right up in my way.

Caution to trouble but I ran into danger.
Glad that we met but you act just like a stranger,

It's not your fault, cause I let you in & said  it was okay,
You want somemore but I'm sorry not for you. Not even today.

Cause I took you just for pleasure.
Only in times of leisure.
Last drink I took was by Christmas's December.

You probably think you left my whole life pretty shattered.
But now I realize you never did matter.

Oooooo,

Hello,
You were just a lonely bitter drink,
Used you only to help me think.
You were gone in just a blink
And your after taste just really had a stink.
And I would never look your way or give your eye my wink.

Hello,
Haven't spoken in a while,
I drank your body for a smile,
But left my mind before you said goodbye.
I never asked you why.

Hello

— The End —