"spotlighting" poems
You'll love her with all your skin, tongue and lungs.
The way that the air is just so much more crisp whenever she's in proximity to your hands.
It turns the scattered dust in the atmosphere into magnifying glasses
Aimed directly at her
Spotlighting everything you wish you could put into words but can't
Because she's just too ******* unbelievable
That even if you tried, you would offend yourself and the gods with how little it compares to
The love she makes you feel in reality.
You would do everything for her.
Hold her until your bones start to crack
So that she'll understand just what you mean
When you tell her that you'll never let her go.
But she still doesn't get it.
She'll never understand that when you tell her that you want nothing more
Than to let your dust be her dust, her words to be in your cheeks
Her nose to be your daughters nose
You mean that you want nothing more than to keep her forever.
But you never will.
Because you never stood a chance.
You thought that by giving your whole self over to her she would offer you the same respect.
That's not how this world works.
It never was.
These valiant efforts of yours are now dubbed selfish and inconsiderate by others
For not taking her feelings into account.
Because she doesn't know what true love is.
She never felt the need to have you near.
For her daughters smile to be your smile.
For your hands to cradle her head when she's sad.
To let you talk for hours without listening to a single ******* word you're saying,
Because she's lost in the sound of your voice.
Because she doesn't know how to accept anything she isn't willing to give.
Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 2:17 AM UTC
***** from the bottle,
Warm.
Hot dogs from the package,
When your down and *****
The grotesque becomes magic.
Pawning a guitar for a pellet gun,
To procure breakfast.
Squirrel stew in the back of a scamper camper.
Spotlighting bullfrogs,
And mopping floors for a hot meal,
And a cold beer,
And a sympathetic ear.
Nights when the blacktop turned into void,
And the painted lines became a tightrope to nowhere.
Full circle,
Bangor to Frisco,
Any woman who was willing to sleep in the bed of a truck
Was a queen for as long as she stayed,
Always had **** concealed on me,
The copper piece of road currency,
To the gold and silver, of *** and gas.
The exchange rates would change overnight,
But syphon some gas at a truck stop
And it all will be alright.
Misspent youth, following bands
And getting lost along the way.
***** from the bottle,
And hot dogs from the package.
Sep 26, 2012
Sep 26, 2012 at 6:35 PM UTC
Such colors yet again. In a black night sky at a beach at midnight. I explain the colors to everyone.. I spin and spin these colors behind clouds.. so beautiful this world.. I then fly over the oceans.. With colors spotlighting me from above..
In such a shift the floods have trapped a school bus.. the colors above are still there.. I go and help and jump into the raging waters.. I create a strong pocket of glass air around the bus.. no water can get through..
The waters calm and the children are saved.. but such sorcery has left my body floating and lost.. we search for it with spirit eyes. a water tiger floats beside it and sleeps with my body.. He has a job to guard it from law..
I awake with colors again..
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 1:38 AM UTC
Turns out the joke's on me yet again...
Monsters don't really disappear when the light comes on.
And they don't hide when you shine the light on them either.
No. Instead they rise up. They grow to fill the space that was created by spotlighting them and become ready-
To be the star of a show that you helped to curate.
I thought for certainty that talking to you about my depression would somehow alleviate it in some way...
but it didn't...
I actually feel more like I'm recessing further since we spoke about this
Like I just let the demons out to run a muck instead of putting them down to rest.
So instead of hurting me when I'm alone, it happens any time now.
When ever it likes
It feeds
and I feel it eating me...
and I want it to
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Dec 30, 2017
Dec 30, 2017 at 9:29 PM UTC
His Star.
I chased this evening
evening's fade in sunset clouds,
silver tin-foiled filigree
tied to grey-as-granite mountains.
Tinted skirts of hazy
daytime's late farewell lit night's
ballooning moon parade
displayed as fire on quiet shoreline.
Invasive scarlet-swathe
hued day's best forgotten noon
when darker stronghold's rain
rolled dust-cascades forming gloom.
Drifted with waning sky's
azure came memory's beams,
pain-shot their spotlighting
shadows still haunting my dreams.
Yet I chased tonight
night's demons away by love's
recall when I saw brighter
his star winking at me from above.
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 5:18 AM UTC
That first Christmas,
We cut four branches,
Under the clouds,
From the three pines
On the other side
Of the backyard hedge.
If I went there today,
I'd see the nubs.
The pail full of sand
Came from Daddy's
Circle of cement making.
We firmly planted
The four branches
And wrapped them
With newspaper chains,
Made with the extra edition
From the morning's route.
That night, the moon streamed
Through the bay window,
Spotlighting our tree.
In later years,
We bought trees from the Farmer's Market,
Roping them with twinkling lights
We plugged in.
Daddy never bought a gift or a card
For any special day;
But he annually re-gifted Canada.
This Christmas, the full moon
Will stream again,
And I will tell
His great grand-daughter
The story about the tenacity
Of paper chains,
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 2:26 PM UTC
Tonight's clouds hang in the sky
Starstruck? No - part of the evening's performance
Understated. Reflective. Refractive.
Background? No - choir
Spotlighting the solo act.
I see where the inspiration for cotton candy came from.
As she descends into the horizon
The supporting cast takes their leave
The lights go down
The stage goes dark once more
Sep 16, 2025
Sep 16, 2025 at 8:12 PM UTC
If you looked back now
you would see
all the times you
lost faith in me
Forgetting the flowers
wishes, warm dreams
spent wrapped in my arms
Only spotlighting the
things that went wrong
And when you left
it stung your heart
burned your head
but you told yourself
it's for the best
There is one thing you didn't know
That I would get better
I would get better
I would get better
but I wouldn't come back
Here I am better
here I am better
here I am better
but I'm not coming back
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 3:28 PM UTC
Oh, when you can stare off into space.
Without a single thought in mind.
Just lost but conscious enough to know.
That for a single moment you had satisfaction of the mind.
No worries.
No problems.
But a smile spotlighting selfish joy.
Oh, when others question your self happiness.
Asking?
How do I get that?
And you explain the ways.
But still others question the things you say,
If they want satisfaction of the mind.
You smile.
Oh, how you smile?
Especially when it's something you enjoy.
Like a gift to a child of a brand new toy.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 6:43 AM UTC
"Inhale, breathe, and hold."
Her eyes and smile brighter than the sun spotlighting her.
I did as she told to reach a feeling I've never experienced before.
Surrounded by fresh air and THC filling my lungs.
I look at her, eyes glazier than ever, smile wider than the horizon.
Her laughter and smile cause a fluttering sensation in my veins.
An hour or so later we're alone.
The giggles and feeling still striking.
The room feels as if it's spinning, and I swear the music sounds better.
...if like you should sink down beneath
I stopped hearing the song and soon felt your touch on my body.
"Stop." I say softly, though we both know I don't want you to.
And you don't.
...I liked it at first but the more you laugh the crazier I came
All I remember is your lips on mine now.
All I remember is you crawling your cute self on top of me.
The moment was surreal.
But you had to stop me because it was wrong.
He couldn't find out, I couldn't play along.
But we did it again and again, a bit further each time.
I don't regret it at all, in fact I yearned it.
Your giggling and long hair mesmerized me for a minute.
And that minute felt like forever.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 12:20 AM UTC
I chased this evening
evening's fade in sunset clouds,
silver tin-foiled filigree
tied to grey-as-granite mountains.
Tinted skirts of hazy
daytime's late farewell lit night's
ballooning moon parade
displayed as fire on quiet shoreline.
Invasive scarlet-swathe
hued day's best forgotten noon
when darker stronghold's rain
rolled dust into cascades of gloom.
Drifted with waning sky's
azure came memory's beams,
pain-shot their spotlighting
shadows still haunting my dreams.
Yet I chased tonight
night's demons away by love's
recall when I saw brighter
his star winking at me from above.
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 7:50 AM UTC
Let me introduce myself
I am a poet, but I am in the group with everybody else
Yet my talent surrounds a heavenly gift
Priceless in being thrift
Dear Diary Poet
Our emotions are strong
Our words are exactly where they belong
Please help me take the reader on a journey
It’s a secrete place
The journey is hidden in our minds along with the deleted waste
A Poet only knows
Yet inner thoughts perhaps dreams with wording spotlighting that shows
Well there is a plateau we must get through
A pause being although
It’s that's uphill climb that we must slew
Our words that must stand out
Yet be calm and not shout
As a destined Poet, we have an obligation too our selves and the World
Write, Believe, Achieve, Confident and Excel
We are individual’s having no name to state of who we are as the world will tell
It looks like we have convinced
Oh my, look at the time
Look at what we discovered as a Poet
We have a reason to write and that is come out thinking on a maybe plight
Another idea has popped into my head so let me rush to turn on the light
But to the reader, we must say “Good Night”
Continue to write well and sleep tight
Just a reminder, you must be out of the house by eight.
Nov 27, 2016
Nov 27, 2016 at 2:11 PM UTC