"strangly" poems
Driving thru lots of
Parked cars, many un-
Aligned...
Ask you?
Askew...
Wow. There oughta be
A law or two to keep
Those cars in lines.
(Let's get Google to
Drive our cars for us!
They'd behave better,
Until they became self-
Aware, that is)
Googo-
Pocalpyse
Navigating parking lots is
Gambling against heavily
Uneven odds, the House(s)
Eventually winning by de
Fault of small electronics
Merry Christmas! Used
To hear that from just about
Every mouth and furry pair
Of lips. Now, the ubiquitous
"Happy Holidays" or as Seinfeld
So brilliantly mocked,
"Festivus for the Restofus"
The mocking is now
Knocking on our
Cultural Door to
Heck
Driving past a Fitness
Planet: the misspeled
Word "Judgement"
And the irony poking
Me in the eye is that little
"E"
That SHOULD belong nestled
Snugly in the deep middle of
That word, but, strangly, isntt...
And I'm doing what that sign
Admiringly attempts to cajole:
I'm judging. I'm judgEing.
I do this, constantly, all
My waking minutes:
Not passing on judging, but
Holding 4 aces and 1 joker...
(Me)
Hands clenched in rage as
(Again)
I steer obliquely thru parking
Lots, doing the very same
Crime I accuse everyone else
Being guilty of...
I scream...
THERE IS NO 'e' IN
JUDGEMENT!
Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 8:55 AM UTC
He was evil
Worse than the devil
He cut my soul
And tore it to shreds
He laughed at my depair
And cried at my rejoicing
But my rejoicing is a thing of the past
He made sure of that
My sorrows cloud my mind
And all the while I hear his cruel evil laugh
Intertwined amongst the melodies of death
I hear my soul cry out to my heart
He wrenches and the sound is gone
My heart batters at the wall
The wall I put there
To protect and safegaurd it
My heart cries out
Intertwined amongst the melodies of death
I hear my soul scream out in suffering
My heart attacks the wall again
And I feel it crumble
Strangly I do not care
That wall has caused me pain
But I kept it there with the illusion
That without it the pain would be tenfold
So as the wall crumbles
I reqch out and pull it down
My heart soars
Power flashes and radiates outwards
I rejoice and he cries
He screamrs and challenges my heart
My heart attacks and ............
Intertwined amongst the melodies of life I hear him and I smile
I won
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 8:26 AM UTC
Beneath the Iron Gates,
A story so dark and twisted.
Never ending tunnels,
Greif hung in the air.
A black curving stony path,
Awakens every sense but sight,
Hear the air around you,
Steady pace, keep on.
Destination unknown,
But the journey,
Strangly is set.
this arbitrary determination.
Bare feet fall,
Upon the cold gems of the earth.
Guide them to the end.
That never will be reached.
What is that in the distance?
Chance of light, I believe.
But will the casted shadows grab you,
Before you make it to the end?
The Reaper stands above you,
But to someones surprise,
To you, He is invisible,
Run. From. This. Place.
Dont. Go. Beneath. The. Iron. Gates.
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 10:01 AM UTC
I don't know why my emotions are acting up like this.
I usually don't think so deeply and want people to like me.
I don't want to feel this way, or am I feeling at all.
Are my friends as evil and cruel as my emotions say they are?
Is my mom as important to me as my emotions say she is?
Maybe my emotions are correct on these subjects, maybe I have to hate my friends so I can make new ones.
What my emotions don't know is that I don't have a huge selection.
I don't want to get out there at all, I'm too antisocial.
I don't want to meet new people, I want my people to not be so mean to me, to not be so careless of how they treat me, to have more brains then fun and actually be a considerate person.
My friends **** my emotion were right.
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 11:47 AM UTC
Don’t you ever think its strange,
How personal a thing can be
but is so distant once on paper?
I used to be hurting, too much to speak,
And yet this one poem from years ago
Rang out to me. It told me to keep my head
Held high and keep pushing through.
But I can remember at the time, my life
Felt as if it were going to end.
Broken hearts soon mend, true they echo hard
But they soon are filled in with sweeter men.
Still, don’t take caution to the wind, you’ve learned
A lesson once, don’t fall for it again.
You don’t want to look back at two poems written
For the same pain, when it could have been easily
Avoided. Yet hell no don’t hold back, let yourself
Be free; hold your head high and keep breathing.
Its finding the healthy in between that’s the hardest
Part. But that’s all part of the roller coaster ride.
Keep healthy, stay safe, don’t fall down if you
don’t expect to get right back up, always keep
bandage’s handy for those times you get scrapes
and always keep that smile on your face,
Cause trust me, reading what you once were
Can lead you to what you will be,
Broken hearts mend and sweet hearts send a
Shiver down your spine. Just be sure to keep
That head high and don’t scare them off too quickly.
Don’t you ever read something you wrote and wonder
Whether it’s ending the way it started?
Jan 25, 2011
Jan 25, 2011 at 2:47 PM UTC
I have a
disconcerting.... habit.
not drugs Mind you
or the like,
its a phrase- or more honestly a turn of one.
"Come Along." Strangly simple right?
For the life of my life i don't know
WHY
I repeat it.
Am i perhaps
reMinding my Mind
"be Mindful of those landMines planted by that Mindless mad man"?!
in honesty,
i doubt it.
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 5:49 PM UTC
December 26th, 2015
how strangly empty the sites I visit are
no-one seems to be around
my first thought
the folks I normally see
they've received gifts that they didn't like
now they're at the stores
returning them
exchanging them
to meet their own desires
I know it's allowed
it's also pretty common these days
it seems that there's just no appreciation
not for the givers anyway
I guess those days are gone
it's the thought that counts
isn't very popular anymore
Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 12:56 PM UTC