"unatural" poems
Is not equivalent to a broken leg.
Who came up with that analogy?
Someone who hasn't experienced either
Seems the only probability.
It's far more akin to a giant spasm,
Contorting your leg against your will,
And stopping it seems highly unatural,
And each doctor prescribes different pills.
Nobody has fluctuating broken legs,
Or fractured limbs that cause them to count
The precise number of steps they take,
And despair if it's the wrong amount,
Or healing bones that turn reality
Into hallucinatory nightmares,
Or make you stay awake all week,
And start berating chairs.
But the worst of that analogy
(It drives me quite insane!),
Is that broken legs are quick to heal,
And cause a lot less pain.
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 2:00 PM UTC
Oh, Genocide
A nation bathed in blood-
white flags now become
a leaf shaped body bag
With faded eyes, through screams and cries-
we sift through falsehoods speech...
Colonial,
North
Holocaust:
Unatural Eulogy;
Ancient
Island
Soul,
Turtle's Mind-Spirit
The Land,
no slave to man
From far and wide,
oppress those left,
We sulk, in shame and greed.
Oct 10, 2024
Oct 10, 2024 at 11:01 PM UTC
I'm awake for the moment.
Lingering into forever.
I'm over tired - but in this state I'm wired.
Energy surging - unatural vigor.
Naturally extracted and abused.
This stuff it calls me and begs.
Not to be refused.
Take a shot maybe two.
Open your eyes wide.
Keep them there just like glue.
Bring you to the early hours.
Daybreak and no sleep.
No off button to the mind.
It always ends crashing in a big heap.
Coffee how you affect me.
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 2:53 PM UTC
I long to hear the sounds
Of nature uninterrupted
Heard pure and clean and clear
By mankind not corrupted
I long to hear the waterfall
Flowing down the mountains face
To hear the rushing water crash
By no unatural sound disgraced
To hear the gentle winds
Blowing through the mighty pines
Untouched by unatural sounds
Be they yours or mine
To hear the falling of the rain
Colliding with the thirsty ground
The thunder as it roars
No hint of man made sound
To hear the silence of the night
That is ruled by star and moon
The sound of the great abyss
Peace it's only tune
To hear the choir of the feathered singers
Singing their beautiful hymns
Free of outside sounds
From their stage high upon a limb
I long to hear only the sounds
Of the nature that God created
But everywhere I go it seems
They have by the sounds of men been permeated
O Wouldent it be a joy to hear
Natures voice pure and true
With no sound made by man
To tarnish the sound or view
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 8:47 AM UTC
Eyes thick with prophecy
Things only I can see
Fire burning
No ones learning
The wind howls
Straight from hell's bowels
An unatural cold
Watching death unfold
Its spreading its dark cloak
All clouded with smoke
Simple subtraction
A toxic attraction
Flirting with death
Savoring every breath
We fear what we can't understand
Fear and hate go hand in hand
Demons rising
Supernatural uprising
Fear shall plauge the Earth
And we shall give birth
To hatred and fear
Tainting all who are near
Evil in all we see
Only wishing to be free
From paranoia rises insecurity
A wish to return to obsecurity
Evil in every glass of water
Like lambs to the slaughter
We shall turn on each other
Brother against brother
insanity shall rule
Fear is an incindery fuel
Ignition results in a chain reaction
Jan 18, 2012
Jan 18, 2012 at 12:18 PM UTC
My Moms a little *****
all she does...
i mean stop
im not even in the mood for writing
like back the **** up off me ya little *****
go get some ******* friends
all u do is worry about me
on the school website 24 ******* 7
til you "saw" a 2 hour delay this morning
its like your my roomate
like an annoying *** buzing in my ear
i try to wasp you away
but its like your their
i dont feel comftorable even when i am
and im done with the unatural feelings
if its comftorable it is
...and if its not....
it isn....
ya know i dont even know why i stress...
like why...
why i even care
...like my feelings...
are my ******* feelings
....i do what i do....
i am who i am...
and its like?
like ya know....
like im in the shadows
but i have a big *** sparkly unicorn entertaining everyone
that either love it or hate
its like im fake as ****
but genuinly nice
but out of a sorta obligated way
like nice but ya know i dont wanna scare you off nice
or i dont want you to think im aggressive or anything nice
.....
you feel
its weird
my mind
...its like
whewwwwww
life tho.....
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 7:44 PM UTC
I obsess with unatural desire
I want to brush up against you
accidentally
and run my fingers through your silkyness
be engulfed in your fragrance
Oh Hinoki Cypress
you are such a beautiful
pleasant tree
Apr 15, 2021
Apr 15, 2021 at 6:44 PM UTC
When a rainbow appears in the sky it appears as a rainbow. Never will you see it broken up into individual colors. It is all the colors. Not one individual Color. Therefore it is all or nothing.
We humans are EXACTLY the same. The only way you can see another person of a different color is when they are standing in front of you. (Besides the unatural way of a screen)
Therefore the only time you have the ability to see people of different colors is when you come together. We are the RAINBOW. We need every color in order to be complete.
WE STAND STRONG TOGETHER. OR WE DONT EXIST.
PERIOD.
Sep 20, 2021
Sep 20, 2021 at 4:59 PM UTC
You disgust me
your so unatural
Refuse to adapt
just be like everyone else
on this planet.
Your so cocky
don't care if your in the basement
in a penthouse
or a castle
YOU
are the wold's
8th wonder!
And right here
at the end of the rainbow
YOU ARE
With you'r see ME attitude
Eyes glued to your smartphone
Screaming, almost as loud for attention
as the café latte your trying to order..
******* ****
sapiens!
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 4:11 PM UTC
Why does one write?
What fickle emotion caused an individual to pour their thoughts into this fickle little beach we call reality?
Is it joy?
Such a blooming emotion that sends gentle waves that lap upon the shore,
Changing the way it looks over time,
Until one day it is unrecognizable lest you squint your eyes really hard,
and turn your head just-so.
Is it love?
That soaring thing that can bring new perspective to a shore that you have seemingly memorized through years of meandering along it's lengths,
Making everything bright and new again.
Is it anger?
A maelstrom that drives into the shore with an almost unatural fervor,
Furrowing and scarring the shoreline in a single night,
But it's effect lingers for many years to come.
Is it nostalgia?
That message in a bottle that you always seem to stumble into while exploring the shore's short length,
Only to realize that the messages have arrived always just a bit too late,
Not enough to cause a noticable impact upon the beach to an outsider,
But brings new meaning to the person who finds it.
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 10:24 PM UTC
Sometimes in life, there are ups and there are downs
some things can make you as happy as a clown
while another thing can bring you straight down
and force you to parade around
with a fat, unpleasant frown
But such is life
and such are feelings
sometimes they'll string us up as high as the ceiling
but also bring us down so low with no clear meaning
but, through our life we must remember
that these unatural feelings won't last forever
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 11:16 PM UTC
my hand are cold as ice
there shakeing like runing mice!
my hands are the color of the dark moon
as it becomes dawn
as i fight the unatural
of the powefull nature
as i go into the wind
i take my last cold breath
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 8:16 PM UTC