"uncategorized" poems
Many things in my life, unsorted
many thoughts in my life, uncategorized
many mysteries in my life,unsolved
many potentials in my life, untested
many emotion in my life,unlabeled
many problems in my life,remains unresolved
many days pass away, unnoticed
and still, my life continues...
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 10:06 PM UTC
He gave swerves to uncategorized happiness, with spins that ******* back into his despondencies. He was never given a chance to applaud himself for being a second-long happy or get back to the spotlight where he did belong to his whole **** life. He's properly beautiful when he dances, or when he's proud of his weakest points. Him singing, even the most heard songs will sound re-engaging as if he owns it. Our eyes pace head-on against our cars' contraries. Every scar I had given to my wrists soothe when we wrap our sinful hands in an ill-starred manner.
Love, for him, is altruistically pouring around like sudden downpours on a midsummer day; he had everything to offer yet nothing for himself. He invests a lot with what he wins back. He's the grandeur of a boring ensemble of actors yet still believes he's the subpar star when in reality, no such star existed like it. No one would ever dare to leave him with a river to bleed, or cherry wine bottles with teary send-offs.
Anyone who does that will rest assured have a slot in his own obscenities - oh, how I wish hell would be a lot better than that.
I wasn't briefed for safe keeping such recherchés, that I had to jilt. A handful will be curious, why my decision is a ****** or rather, why am I a **** up. But I would say people with better anything deserve his still-endearing dissonances. And all I have are lyrics while he gives song compositions. All he ever needs are happy mornings who hugs him back so right. Behind their curtains are joy-tinted windows with episodes of cuddles and husky 'Good morning's'. I am not that person, so I had left him in his most heightened situation yet - loving me. In a bed full of my inconsistencies, he was sleeping beside his hard-to-swallow Ecstasies.
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 11:18 PM UTC
But there is a place in the west of Africa,
Named after a river called the Niger,
The people wander in random confusion,
In perpetual experimental commotion.
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 4:21 AM UTC
There is a revolution,
going on in my brain.
A battle
between the thoughts and the feelings
of misinterpreted events and actions
in reality, and state of mind.
Formed by the basic movements,
and uncategorized pattern of the uneven rhythms of your heart beat.
The fluctuating flaming bullets,
of these things that are called words,
coming from a loaded shotgun,
called your brain.
Thoughts gather,
to revolt against the army,
of ample lies
that have taken control of the whole battlefield.
While the truth is overpowered by the lies marching towards them wearing a suit of armor,
but have a very sharp sword
to stab them in the back.
If this was a real battle,
there would be bloodshed
and tears
and torn apart realizations of a reality,
that isn't even there.
Perceptions coming from those who don't exist,
and from those who don't want to.
The hills they march over with the smoking guns
and ammunition, are getting higher and rockier and bumpier,
and the truth can't get past to the other side to attack the lies
But they are already too late,
there are are,
the truth is blindsided,
lies hidden inside bodies and behind friendships
until you are deceived by the actions of the moment and all of a sudden
BAM
A bullet fires out of that shotgun
The lies will eventually overpower the truth,
leaving it to bleed out on the battlefield called life,
which will soon become the final resting place.
The revolution, has been lost.
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 12:50 PM UTC
unruly, swarthy, dark and
full of Spaniard descent, I
never looked good on your
side, not that I was a mexican
trinket, but all your new girlfriends
are made of cotton with bluets in their
hair, slender fingers that slip through
your ribs where mine always got jam
med
I
am
falling
into the uncategorized, the
ethnic gap
unraveled at the end of the
stairs
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 4:00 PM UTC
14
DEC
2010
by John Smallshaw in Uncategorized
Would I feel free if I were a tree?
To feel the wind?
To feel the rain upon my naked skin?
To write the leaves upon my many arms?
To hear the beetles crawl?
To watch the caterpillars fall into butterflies?
To watch the forest as it dies?
And when the axe bit
Would I scream?
Would I feel free
When I fell?
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Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 12:29 AM UTC
Pushing through feelings of sadness
like giving up
it's a hard life out there
but no one tells you
when you're hidden away
in a system where learning is at value
but not learning about the real world
just learning how to memorize
just memorizing facts
so many facts
that your brain wants to explode
go to work
put on my mask
leave work take off my mask
or was there a mask at all?
can't remember what my first mask was
don't have time to categorize all of them
masks floating around
floating all around inside my head
until I can't choose just one
it's just an amalgamation of all of them
floating around inside my head
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 9:39 PM UTC
One night
as I pondered the stars
and let my heart reach
up and out
A wish made
into the night
unto the Universe
for Life
and inner peace
to truly come
For the zest of living
and all its workings
to take place
I received a special signal
an inter-galactic message
and answer, if you will
without expecting
without
even being
fully aware,
my head turned
to the constellations,
to the planets above
and my heart became
one with the stars
spiraling into
previously unknown
orbits
and taking my soul with
for a ride
A trip that is still
spinning me
on my axis..
as I try to hold on,
I am tripping on the light
as it pours into
this sacred vessel
A molecular re-working
that is building up
lost tissue, found
Bloodflow restored
and roaring like a river
And I am
opening up
like
a rare species
of flower
a breed of vegetation
uncategorized
unrecorded
by humans
I never expected
this to happen
Perhaps my spirit guides
do watch over me
Angels who know
darkness
while shining light
who know
pain
yet beat out
healing
from their
wings
Oct. 11 2015
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 1:36 AM UTC
"It's hard to pretend that you like someone when you don't, but it's harder to pretend that you don't like someone when you really do."
Staring at me like
it has those meanings,
Staring back at you
when it doesn't have meaning
at all.
Can't get you off out of my mind,
Insane feeling and let it bind,
Liar to myself,
Why can't I be true to myself,
Maybe I'm Insane to you.
You like someone else,
But I'm not inlove
with someone else,
I hate it when I don't recieve the same amount of love that I give to others.
I stared at you but I saw
you staring to someone else
and I saw the girl you like staring
at someone else too.
The truth tried to hurt both of us,
And it succeeded,
We develop feelings to someone
we know we can't have,
We're like living in a rusted chain.
Love me before I gave my
heart away,
My mind is already blown away,
I continued to chase you,
But you kept running away chasing
the girl you like.
Slowly trying to get you out of my
mind,
I know that you will never be mine,
I'm not a fool,
But it feels like I'm swimming in a
pool.
Someone drowned me,
I kept on sinking,
No one saved me,
Just like the feelings from me
that you didn't save.
I wan't someone else to
save me,
My mind kept on shouting
for someone to save me,
But my mouth kept on saying
I'm fine.
I think I need to stop,
I don't want to hurt myself anymore,
But my mind kepts on wanting you,
My mind can't stop thinking of you,
When my heart already wants to stop.
My mind told my heart to go on,
My heart told my mind to stop,
It kepts on beating,
And it hurts,
Suddenly my mouth
murmured that I want you,
That means I don't know
what to do,
And I know that doesn't have
value to you.
Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 2:26 AM UTC
I heard the wind in the trees
As I walked along that old wall
Weathered by time and storm
I ran my hand along it
And soon came to a groove
Between two damaged stones
Curious I put my eye to it
I peered through the crack
In that ancient crumbled stone
And what I saw
I could scarce comprehend
Uncategorized geometric shapes
Rotated in place
Encompassing a single point
Of pure darkness
The point gave off
An almost visible aura
That filled my head
With an unknown emotion
Which I could only label
As a type of fear
It pulsated
Gently at first then grew
Until it rocked the very air
With its movement
As its stength waxed
The shapes began to twist
Contorting, falling apart
And then reforming themselves
It came to the point
Where I had to cover my ears
But it did no good
As the very fluid in them
Vibrated with the strange energy
Yet in an instant it was over
The darkness aswell as the shapes
Folded in on themselves
And took a new form
The form of a man
Moulded in eternal darkness
The entity seemingly looked
Directly at me through the stone
With midnight eyes
As dark and irredeemable
As the void itself
As quickly as it arrived
The being disappeared
In a wisp of smoke
And I heard the wind in the trees
Aug 26, 2016
Aug 26, 2016 at 12:39 AM UTC