"tripled" poems
I thought Van Gogh had it figured out
he fell in love
and cut off his ear
he died july 29 1890 from a self inflicted gun shot wound
He painted
He painted the sky
He painted men women bedrooms flowers shoes street corners chairs boats and fields
I thought Basquiat had it figured out
******
NYC
He painted memories in the present
August 12 1988
NYC apartment ****** overdose
I thought Picasso
I thought Warhol
I thought Stalin
******
Buddha
Had it figured out
but sand fills our shoes in dry texan sun
and the dog howls
howls for its mother
howls for its brother
howls for its sister
I thought the dog had it figured out
eating insects
smelling my hands
eating the ham on the floor
I thought Hemingway had it figured out
Late at night
reading Old Man and The Sea
Suicide July 2 1961
12-gauge English shotgun
I thought Fitzgerald had it figured out
I thought Ginsberg
I thought Kerouac did too
drinking across the neck and back bone and gutter lips of America and back
I thought Bukowski had it figured out
the cigarettes
the wine
the women
the type writer
the sad nights accompanied by cockroaches and a city that is indigestible
I thought Phillip Glass had it figured out
Beethoven
going Def
Mozart lost in his grave
writing symphonies for Death and his cruel tripled eyed angels
I thought
The drunkards were lost
The Junkies were ankle-less
The Mothers were done for
The Fathers had given in
The Young
True
The Elderly
gazing through the bifocals of heaven and hell
The Prisoners cemented in Time
I thought the Dead
were the ones who published our Dreams
I thought the painter
had it figured out
So I painted
I thought the pianist
had it figured out
So I played the Piano
and listened to the bilingual codes of the keys
I thought the Ballet dancer
had it figured out
So I watched her
I studied the movements
and the bruised toes
looking for a design of an answer
I thought the Poet
had it figured out
So I wrote a poem
and I saw the world.
Apr 4, 2013
Apr 4, 2013 at 12:13 AM UTC
My skin has been itching for three months
I’m not sure why this is addicting
I’ve crashed a car in my head 3 times today
My mental awareness consistently letting go of the wheel
The Anterior teeth of my mouth have started to yellow in disapproval
I’m not sure why this is satisfying
I’ve been taking toxic psychotropics in light doses more than twice a day
It’s warmth is comforting as the jittering and hyperactivity become null
Bags have formed under my eyes
If you were to open them, their roasted smell would overpower you with stimulation
Constantly on my toes for risk of Insomnia and Narcolepsy
I’m not sure why this is outstanding
Adrenaline is being forcefully factored into my body
If this is the bullet, I’m biting it after an appliance pulls the trigger
As the high passes, it ripples through my mind
An otherwise calm sea, tidal waves pound the shores of my subconsciousness
Vacuum sealed can are filled with awareness
Sleep has become a rare odyssey
Warm comforters are replaced with long trachea trips of boiling beans
I’m not sure why this is alarming
Double trips become tripled and troubling to my mother
Arguments over the hours I shall harvest from the night are increasingly frequent
Slow to roll out of bed in the morning
I don’t hit my carpet, I splash into sugared preparedness
In my backpack hides a cup full of GI Joes
I’m not sure why this is troubling
If anything, I’m drinking a medicine that prevents death by 10-15% for 13 years
The New England Journal of Medicine was happy to acknowledge my existence
Till they announce anything different, you’ll find me taking a mud bath
I’m not sure why this is disgusting
Tell me everything that’s wrong with it
Because from where I’m standing
There is nothing wrong with
Coffee
Nov 19, 2012
Nov 19, 2012 at 11:58 AM UTC
There is a blue stain from my pajamas blotched upon the white wall from where you pushed me up against. From when your hips gridded against my thighs, a graph with linear equations that doubled and doubled and tripled. From when your fingers found the furrows inside my skin, planting seeds I am eager yet scared to see blossom.
There is a blue stain from my pajamas specked upon the wall, from when our hunger was too ravenous for even the wolves I tried to suppress. From the sweat I licked off and tasted sweeter than gumdrops coated with honey. From when my legs found your waist, squeezing, Medua’s hair demolishing a man too good, too tasty. From where your palms collided with my wrists, blacks and blues and yellows shooting through closely knit pores.
There is a blue stain from my pajamas splattered upon the wall, and I pass it with a smirk, feeling the presence of you. What will be our next victim, I wonder
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 12:28 PM UTC
Paper unfolded is by far
the most beautiful possibility
Before it is folded
Twisted, refolded, untwisted
Doubled, tripled, bent and unbent
To be beaten into a form
A claustrophobic form.
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 9:12 PM UTC
I can feel the world,
stripping itself apart,
the soft paper mache of it's sanity,
being pulled apart to show,
the truth of this harsh world,
_
the generation before us,
tells us how easy we have it,
you, you didn't have wars,
hanging over your head, like dead weight,
you didn't have, the tripled problems,
why, why, did you leave this for me?
_
All I feel is horror,
a constant horror,
of what we can do,
of what we are capable of,
_
history is repeating itself,
over and over, we repeat,
the exact same mistakes,
no one sees, at least,
no one who has power,
they are too preoccupied,
with the petty worlds that they,
occupy,
_
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 10:33 AM UTC
365
Three simple numbers, a lot of meaning.
365 the number of freckles scattered over your body
365 the amount of times you told me you loved me in one day
365 the last 3 didgits of your cell number
365 the amount of times I watched your chest rise and fall until I fell asleep
365 the total ammount of days since you left
365 May no longer be the amount of freckles you have, she may have found one I missed
365 the amount of times you've said you loved her, it may have multiplied or tripled
365 no longer your last three digits, believe me I've checked
365 days of living without you
365 has tore me down and brought me to hell and back
365 no longer stands for the total number of days in a year
365 stands for how may days my heart has broken and how may times you've said goodbye
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 7:31 PM UTC
I sit in my cage and wait for you to open the door
I've hidden away so long, that you don't even know who I am anymore.
But I see your face and it conquers all the rest..
I wish I could have realized that, for me, you were my best
But I've changed so much since the day we met
And when you said you loved me, I didn't think it was true
How could you love someone you barely even knew?
Since you've been gone, I locked my heart away
But now I'm gonna expose every inch of it
So I cant stop hiding and so the pain will go away:
I love to write poetry
I find comfort when I'm in the dark
I used to cut myself
And I believe every person is a work of art
I've tried to commit suicide
I never had a lot of true friends
I'm terrified of gorillas
And I'd really love to see the oceans
I have tripled the amount of people you said you had slept with
At least four of them are people you know
When you met me I was ******
So you can imagine that I didn't take things slow
I hung out with the "wicked witch" of your group
And she introduced me to something that helped me not feel so low
And as I was up for days, hiking and praying to find love
Pupils dilated, lying to the ones I loved
I kept think of you, and why I wasn't your one
I stopped taking my pills,
Which were for Bipolar Disorder, not my thyroid
I didn't tell you the truth because I thought it made me sound crazy
I made out with your best friend..
But at the time I didn't know his ex was pregnant with two babies
I slept with your dealer
I dropped out of college
I'd rather have love than knowledge
Hard to make possible, when I'm addicted to ***
I crave human touch
Especially from the one person whose love I will never get.
I understand if you hate me
I hate me too
But I also love myself for finally telling you the truth
I'm afraid to grow up
Afraid of being alone
I'm afraid you wont show up
And that I'll forever be in this cage that's called Home.
But I've been sober for more than two weeks
I'm rebuilding myself
I have to take the initiative and take care of my health
I miss you like crazy..
And when I see you on Facebook I think back to that day
when you told me you loved and then I walked away..
I know that we'll probably never be together
And I guess that's okay
I just hope that you'll be able to forgive me someday.
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 6:31 PM UTC
The children would be packed and ready days in advance.
At first, we packed for them, but as the years passed,
They were experts at rolling clothes for twice the space,
Using laundry baskets rather than luggage tripled our carriage.
We'd leave early Saturday morning, almost night,
Departing from the Ontario weather like a bad odour.
Kathleen was away at school.
Mags and Andrea were in their teens now.
Ten years of March madness was terminating.
Herself would sit shotgun with Triptik and thermos.
The kids would awaken south of the Ohio,
Hungry, grumpy, and eager.
She had it all planned out.
Crosswords, colouring, wordfinds, books, Gameboys, lace,
Sandwiches, juice boxes, treats of all sorts,
For another twenty hours on the road.
I invariably imagined our Mini in the return lane
As we crossed the Bluewater Bridge into Michigan;
Trip over, kids exhausted, us, quiet, subdued,
Just wanting our own bed.
But twenty hours on the I-75 lay ahead,
Turn left at Knoxville
For Myrtle Beach, sun, tennis, seafood,
Separation.
I found no peace in our final escape.
Conversation with her had halted.
A round-trip of dialogue in my head.
She'd said, I bought a house.
Words wrapped like an egg-salad sandwich.
It was our March break.
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 10:38 AM UTC
As I lay here and gaze out at the moon light
Imagery of day dreams and flashing stories **** the ticking of time and useless frights.
In my dreams I am the warrior with his magical sword.
I'm the captain of the "enterprise" or the traveler to distant worlds.
I sense the other creative hearts as I start to drift to sleep.
Floating from my body
My soul takes flight.
I am only bond by limitations, upon myself, in which I set.
Flying with the other "astral travers" in "projection" I feel less and less bound...
To hopelessness and worries.
I left that behind at the start of my journey.
In dream and soul travels I am profound..
An energy tripled as I catch up with other astral travelers
Who are not afraid to let their souls lose to travel.
New lands to explore. To see, feel, and experience.
Even without a seat on a jet, a green card, or what we bond ourselves down with what "reality" is never true logic.....
But an old and useless line drawn by a picked fence.
Until my soul returns in morning
To my body when it awakens.....
The spirit and dreams are sometimes more than what we can explain.....
For newest of inventions are descoverrd and written in history's books....
Due to daring souls who allowed themselves freedom in astral plains....
Never needing to grab their coats from a hook...
Edison, Socrates, devinvci, and the like....
Are still living spirits to open eyes that look past what is and is not supposed to be.....
For like me, we live forever....
Free spirits.....
Not just in our dreams.....
But, as we build or write to life our inventions...
Because reality was a closed eye....
The free spirits of the astral traveler and creative inventor
Could do such bright miracles....
As they left an open eye in which, for all this wonder, it sees.
Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 6:36 AM UTC
feet glued to concrete
limbs shaking wildly
pulse has tripled
i cannot move
terror surrounds
jaws locked
anguish cries out
i am surrounded
the perfect storm
anger swirls menacingly
doubt trembles in fear
loathe strikes electric
i cannot focus
my eyes have blurred
was that a smile
or a bullet?
i am lost
narcotic-induced
incapacitation
nebulous days
followed only by
tenebrous nights
with evil thoughts
i am the afflicted
a victim
my emblem exposed
naked, they see me
for the child i am
their tears have dried up
just empty words remain
i am alone now
stranded with shaky hands
and too many orange bottles
the words will not come
they, too, have left me
so i sit
and i cry
but nobody hears
nobody cares
my salty tears slip
down my cheeks
and sizzle away
into nothing
how fitting
Jul 11, 2012
Jul 11, 2012 at 4:27 PM UTC
There will be a many reasons why, he is really suited to be a good leader to his views on church reform, poverty, climate change and divorce that had shaken up the world opinion. A leader who is an influencer to other people like just Pope Francis that he want a real leader does not shy away from crisis and debate, but embraces them as part of finding a solution.
As a follower of Pope Francis, I really admire his characteristics that he is reaching out to non-customers or non Catholic. That is why Francis makes sure to reach out to non-Catholics as well, for instance by declaring that God has redeemed all of us, not just Catholics. He embraces the risk he did like when he was young, he became very ill, and the nun who tended him disobeyed the doctor's instructions and tripled his dose of antibiotics, because she knew from experience that without that higher dose he would die. We can't be an effective leader if you're always playing it safe. Last is to listen in diverse voices. He is listening to his cardinals all over the world they consult with him to help him make decisions. He wants to get other people's opinions that he can gather ideas about their own experience.
That is why I choose the Pope Francis a good leader for me because I am a religious person and a follower to our dear Pope. To help all the people in need of guidance of God and a world needs leaders who are just compassionate and merciful.
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 10:05 PM UTC
To partake of a strange feast where the price claims haughty
too, bits of sanity
or decline.
Courage must be the face to the lion
in a pool of fear
and recognize the unacceptable.
The scorpion waits, a grumpy nip the heel
going round, sprain in soft sand
dessication tripled, slip in butter.
The search via crumbs to secret root
underlining hefty conditions
undermining liberty.
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 5:39 PM UTC
When you have no money nobody wants to know,
Being made redundant, my morale is feeling low.
Waiting on the government to process my claim,
Can't pay my bills, I'm panicking, but I am not to blame.
Creditors chasing me, letters piling up behind the door, powerless to do a thing, but this I can't ignore.
Loosing the will slowly, my head hurts from all the pleading, my children and my dog they will soon need feeding.
No support available, this walk I must do alone, crying myself to sleep, I could have been prepared if I had known.
My world has suddenly collapsed, the domino effect has begun, rippling through my cash flow, this summer isn't feeling fun.
The days are feeling empty, to broke to go anywhere, trying to scrape together copper so I can treat my children to the fair.
Relentless job searches, I'm tearing at my hair, when you are left without a penny and there's no one around to care.
Holding my head in my hands, trying to keep things together, depressed and down I hope this isn't forever.
Fighting off the feelings, trying not to take it to heart, hurt that I worked so hard, from the very start.
I was always there, worked overtime for free, helped out when things were bad, stupid, silly me.
Its ok for the big boys, their wage it tripled mine,
They may be in the same boat, but they will just be fine.
Pacing the walls I'm slowly slipping into madness,
Clinging onto hope, getting lost deep inside the sadness.
A temporary glitch, I'm hoping I will be able to recover, its times like this we need help from one another.
Scared, more terrified but what's worse is I feel alone, trying hard to keep upbeat, trying to remain in good tone.
My children too young to understand, and my dog just looks at me funny. Not realising the world is dominated by that paper stuff called money.
My thoughts are racing vividly, trying to capture an idea, paralysed by the sudden shock along with intense fear.
My world has collided, my heart begins to fade,
All of this could have been prevented, If only I'd been paid.
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 5:54 AM UTC
i try to remember
who's hand first touched my innocent skin
not my doctor or my mothers hand
the touch that on one end innocent and the other intimate
i try to remember who was first
somedays i can't stand the weight of clothes on my body
feels like soft hands
with ill intentions
with a motive
i can't stand covering up the invisible bruising
if anyone would listen
id yell
can you see them?
can you see the hands?
they rest upon me when im alone
the hands doubled and tripled
as my innocence swept away
i still don't now who's hands were first
who's hands have bruised me in places
blind to everyone but me
Apr 22, 2021
Apr 22, 2021 at 11:42 AM UTC
it took a year and five months without you as mine to make me realize that i broke your heart.
and i am so sorry.
when we've tried to be friends in the time apart,
and you told me you didn't want to come see me because you were afraid your heart would still bleed for me, and mine wouldn't for you,
i should've known.
but it took until now,
when you said you still update the playlist you made me
called "hers"
and i saw that i took your love and squeezed it
juices dripping over my fingertips
and i realized that even though i had gone numb when we ended our little romance novel,
you hadn't.
how was i so blind?
how did i miss that you were missing me?
and now i feel my heart beat backwards,
i feel everything i felt in the three years i knew you come hurtling back to me
my stomach is heavy with you again.
but the miles between us are tripled now,
and i don't believe in going back,
and i can't believe that i hurt you
in that order.
but i miss you, miss you
and i can't help but feel regret weigh me down
---
i wrote this days ago and i didn't have the courage
to make my thoughts public
to admit a little bit of my heart still bursts with love for you.
and my pregnant pause has reared its ugly head,
because now i know that someone else loves you too
she is beautiful and kind and everything
everything
you deserve that i could not give back to you
and she is right there,
something i could never be for you, not for more than two days at a time and here's what hurts:
i only ever wanted your happiness
but now i watch from my phone as someone else kisses you and
laughs with you and
thinks of you and
i hate that you are happy with the life we deserved
and i broke your heart and she has fixed it and nothing in my world is fair but this
this is the worst of it all
my first love, my most tender bruise.
being absentmindedly pressed by another
Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 1:39 AM UTC
1
Grisham John
my artist friend
is a sensitive chap
so a year after my wife dies
he gets me a date
2
Turns out at the restaurant
the woman walks up to me
like she were a floating jelly -
her left eye flying, her right eye sinking
her arms wild like horses
and her nose tripled;
each finger like a bullet
and she looks in all directions all at once
3
I call Grisham John on his cellphone
and I roar:
You paired me up with a hideous woman!
Relax! he intones
*You either hate 'em or love 'em -
that's how it is with a Picasso*
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 9:09 AM UTC
We are
moved
by the
lives of others
We are
affected
by things that aren't
happening to us
We
feel
emotions
we didn't
conjure
Our pain is
doubled,
tripled
& intensified
Through the constant stream of
E m p a t h y
S y m p a t h y
Agony
But
without
it
there is no
love
And
without
love
what a
b o r i n g
u n f o r g i v i n g
world
we'd
exist
in
Drifting
lazily~
through our own
self pitty
Realizing
only
the
wetness
of the
rain
And
not giving a care
to the
life
it creates
Yellow roses
And tall willow trees
*You are the rain in my heart
You fall with fear from your sky
I catch you gently on my tongue
You give life to my existence*
**I need you to grow
You need me to matter**
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 9:11 AM UTC
is it too much of an onomatopoeic dissonance that this is synonymous to
regret dubbed as slouched nirvana. Across the bonfire, there’s volition
as glare, light as judgment. Why they call her
Luningning, I know not.
Take excess for jaunts and flesh, and pay no heed to illusions. The mirage
on the wall is but fire-dance on the bitten lip of true company.
heady static pierces pinecone. Soon the moon will sink like **** to **** Or felled star as tripled glaze of salted lip. Or the ****** of the butterfly.
Are we here to metamorphose these tiny susurrations into a commune?
Dank and stale as piss-laced pavement, the whole world now
spires in uneven strobes. The last song on the karaoke as memory. The knead
of temperamental air on the scalp. Take pork rind for bread, intemperance
as tribute. The night dons its silken robe and shows her pair: two moony eyes
piercing the noise.
Mar 3, 2016
Mar 3, 2016 at 12:54 AM UTC
You gossiped around
And you put him down
Since he wasn’t as rough
Was in no way as tough
As other guys were acting
You continued the trashing.
Bullying is always in fashion.
Alawys some wimp needs mashing.
His clothes were impeccable.
You found that despicable.
He kept himself neat and clean
You did with that something mean.
He was good at sport games
You reviled him just the same.
He got high grades in classes
Still you all acted like *****
He won awards, your taunts tripled,
It couldn’t be worse if he was crippled.
We can see now his incipient fame;
You never let up with the ugly names.
An A student, who never did wrong
You let bullies lead you along,
Another poor schmo for you to dismember;
What do you suppose he will remember?
Will you suddenly call him friend
When school and the torture ends?
Will you go see his lectures and shows?
Isn’t that the way it always goes?
Suddenly the bullies are good guys?
And you think nobody ever catches wise?
Go on and hope that is how it goes.
He’s an elegant guy. So, who knows?
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 3:13 PM UTC
If only my eyes never tickled when it saw you,
If only my heart beat never tripled when it sensed you,
If only my body never shivered just to feel you,
If only my hands never quivered just to touch you,
If only my nose never itched from the scent of you,
If only my soul never hungered just for you...
If only you were single, I'll tingle and mingle only with you,
We'll soar the skies far above the eagles... If only...
*If only..... you knew its only you
Only You...*
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 9:27 AM UTC
i pray that today
you will read my words and concern
i will write happy, i will mostly write sad
we both know there is a dark spot in my mind
surrounded by the light you have created
but you are the reason for my happy words
and the inspiration for my sad
because you are that contrast
-
i pray that tomorrow
you will read my words and smile
i will write happy, i will write sad
we both know there is a dark spot in my mind
surrounded by the light you have created
but you are the reason for my happy words
and the inspiration for my sad
because you are that contrast
-
i pray that next month
you will read my words and be proud
i will write happy, i will write sad
we both know there is a dark spot in my mind
shrinking into the light you have created
but you are still the reason for my happy words
and the inspiration for my sad
because you are that contrast
-
i pray that in a couple years
you will read my words and reminisce
i will write happy, i will write sad
we both know there was a dark spot in my mind
emerged by the light you created
you are the reason for my happy words
and still the inspiration for my sad
because you are that contrast
-
i pray that in the future
you will still read my words
what would i write, what would i write?
we both know there was once a dark spot in my mind
unsure if that has endured
tripled in size
or simply non-existent
perished by the light you have created
or the light you have substituted for dullness
will you be the reason for my happy words?
if any remain?
or have you truly inspired my sad
because you went from black and white
to simply black
-
i pray that you would not continue to read my words...
...out of pity
i would write sad, i would write sad
we both know my mind would be dark
pitch black
a lack of light
i would have run out of happy words
because there would be nothing but sad
filling the empty holes
you have dug with your absence
everything is black
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 2:14 AM UTC
Seven times seven to the seventh power
Will tell you how much I love you this hour.
If you tripled the stars and a few more could borrow
It would give an idea how I'll love you tomorro
*****
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 1:45 AM UTC
i am composed
of rotten pomegranates
a rich stench of sweetness emanates from my pores
loose-limbed,
i am glistening, in my prime, about to free fall into my own undoing, like a flower slick with nectar
just waiting for the bees to swarm
reaching towards the sun
and, in vain, turning towards you instead
and i'm crumbling into desecration,
my honeyed blood churning
tripled suns
I swear my body is illuminated
I swear that i smell of flowers
and i know that i have reached the point of no return
so tear me,
your slender fingers
severing me from everything
everything i'm rooted in,
tear me away from the dark musk of earth
and fill your senses with my loosened aroma
as i fall away from grace
crumble into fire
and turn away from the sun one last time
Apr 29, 2022
Apr 29, 2022 at 12:08 PM UTC
The tips of my lips curve toward the stars
but the words on the tip of my tongue
and too heavy to bend upwards
So that's where they remain
at the end of a thought but never
floating to your ear
because I can't let you hear
the things I've been holding, saving
for a time that I realize now
will never come.
Because they were heavy before
but now the dust they've collected
has nearly tripled their weight
and though they try to break away toward the sun
it is a futile to try to break through
years
of bottling up.
There are things that will never be said
some things are impossible to understand
with or without words
and we must let them be.
Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 12:16 AM UTC