"tendancies" poems
Schwinny, Baby,
You were supposed to be
my
Bicycle.
So I don't ask for anthing special.
No dark Harley divas
To whisk me off into the sunset.
But I thought we were at least
On the same road together.
So please.
Don't go droaning on how
Life got too complicated.
I mean,
You've got one flimsy gear.
And don't go moaning how
The road got too bumpy.
I mean,
You went blind bonzai batshit
over burnt black tar pavement.
You just
Let go.
Threw away your
Chain of reasoning
Faster than I could brace for impact.
So am I bleeding?
Yeah, I'm bleeding.
And the worst part is,
I still need you!
No, No, no.
Not like Pom Pom pammy
Needs her purple-plated pogo stick
Nor like Princess Paris
And her prissy pink prom queen limo,
No.
I mean I need I need you like
Alibaba needs his golden cherub camel,
Like Ben Hur his crimson-fury chariot.
Because work is 37. Blocks. Away.
And it starts in 16 minutes.
And the bus is really unreliable.
So we ride again,
Guts against the wind.
But now I've got all ten fingers and toes
Crossed,
Two by two,
And point in fact,
Racing down Guadalupe with
Forked Philanges
Gets really hairy.
But your suicidal tendancies simply scare me.
Your thirst to incur first degree burns,
Fractured femurs,
And flayed skin whittles my patience
To tire track thin!
Think I'll
Roll my dice with a Segway.
She'd be a quaint, play it safe kind of girl.
Type to show off
To a Mom and Dad
Reveling in rosemary jubilation.
Aw, son.
We knew you'd land a keeper. That's my boy.
But in ten days tops,
I'd begin to miss your fiery imbalanced breath.
I'd yearn for your bipolar 180 turns that
Make my heart skip that terrible, syncopated beat.
So let's just say,
I'll give it one more shot.
But ***** just promise you'll stick around a little longer.
It's storming outside and
We both got a few blocks to go.
Feb 4, 2010
Feb 4, 2010 at 10:17 PM UTC
Our fates await us today
Or another day, perhaps
Well, we've got to do something
Necessity is a mother
Let's run away
If nothing else we'll have a change of scenery
At least that's something
We'll get coffee
We'll grow the stuff if we have to
We'll feed our neighbors dog until it favors us over anyone else
Then it will be our dog
But we won't have to clean up after it
Or lets stay right here
We'll build walls
We'll not let anyone in, ever
We'll have our own island and it can be surrounded by sharks
and electric jellyfish
We won't get hurt or listen to so many wildly ignorant people,
Because we'll only listen to each other
Maybe what we need is balance,
like that of an alley cat
Or a circus performer
Ugh.
Let's just do what happens.
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 5:01 AM UTC
Stumbling across the periphery,
Escapist tendancies surface henceforth and again.
Deafened heartbeating thunderously infectious.
Caution to the wind.
Caution, in the brittle spirit of intermittent heartache.
Slanting sideways in the wind.
Battered yet standing have,
Caution. The winds of change blow away.
Strung along the periphery.
Tighter than pianostrings.
Pluck, pluck away,
And listen to my songs for,
My crescendo has yet to come
May 8, 2021
May 8, 2021 at 3:07 PM UTC
The emotional undercurrent is a
Turbulent storm of spite.
Dark as night, cold as snow,
This heart is a wasteland,
So plant me the seeds that will grow.
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 2:28 PM UTC
Hiding behind angry tears
refusing to let out my fears
the pressure of being one with the crowd
makes me want to cry out loud
Anger is now my facade
To help me get though the day
Hiding insecurities
with fantasies of violent tendancies
How I wish to wring out their necks
and show them what a wreck
they have made out of me
but soon the feeling begins to flee
hiding behind a mask as an innocent girl
this disguise makes me want to hurl
when will you learn to look past and see
the girl underneath that's the real me.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 8:55 PM UTC
Had we never met before today,
I would speak to you with ease
for I would not be afraid.
There would be no nervous shaking,
as this would be a brand new exchange;
an interaction between strangers,
not old lovers, or friends.
I could query your name,
while you inquire of mine.
Perhaps you would even smile,
when I mention the certain green shade of your eyes.
We simply met too early,
and acquired a past,
which lamentably lingers,
regrettably:
at rest.
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 10:11 PM UTC
Love?
What is Love?
I'm not talking about
What she wears Above
Low cut shirts
And tight fitted jeans.
Just to use what's In-between
But what she says.
Listen
Dream
Believe
But it's how we show it
Because Satisfaction
Is always defined,
by a persons Actions
Not two people that have
Vaine Tendancies
Two people that have,
reason to Believe
The people who show no
iNtelligence
iKnow
iPads
iDontTouch
"I love you soo much" Click
"Let's see what you're wearing above" Click
A couple with
Intelligence
Knowledge
Great Conversation
So we both have more,
to talk about.
Instaead of...
What are you doing tomorrow?
Or...
How our day went
Because we all have to borrow,
we're all in debt for the time
In our lives.
And that - First time smile-
Where cheeks are turned,
hearts are burned
With the same response
whispers
"It took you a while"
It takes the right person
To take just a while
To see if the smiles aren't,
fake to see if they don't
Shatter and Break
A kiss?
A kiss is the biggest,
human weakness.
It means I'm defeated
It means I'm the weakest,
human being.
Because it has more meaning
Of the greatness
Of just locking lips?
(With You)
Do you see, what I'm Seeing?
See because we're Free
And not just
Free
As in
Free?
But we have Free
Reason to Speak
And it gives us Free
Reason to...
Learn
And
Teach
Words like
Baby
Beautiful
I Love You
Are chucked into the wild
And used soo freely
Would make a person melt
Inside
The feelings are warm.
They feel soo familiar
To me
So be careful how they're used,
because the words also ****
Are they Free now?
With jewels, clothes, and
materialistic things don't
Bring the Love she brings to me.
"I've been Broke(n) all my life"
Honest(ly)
All the points
Point you in the right direction
For Success to Succeed
This is Reality
Think Positively
Listen...
Dream...
Believe...
Beauty
miles
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 5:38 PM UTC