"unsuspectedly" poems
I covered walls,
desks, windows
and even bathroom stalls
with poems.
I just wanted someone
to unsuspectedly read
what I had conjured
in this broken
imagination of mine.
I wanted them to feel,
To be happy, to be sad.
I just wanted them to see it,
to read it;
I didn't want them to know it was
me.
I didn't want them to know
I was slowly
changing the world.
Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 3:36 PM UTC
None of my jobs felt like a career choice from the start,
But I've come to a personal jack *** of being an alarm technician!
I have met so many different walks of life,
And so different housing layouts,
While adventuring many different life styles.
From hoarders to the ultra rich CEOs,
To crazy cat ladies to earthly persona,
But never a dull or same scenarios!
It is super gratifying to meet different personalities,
And most people with heart warming characters.
Not all are sunshine or *** of gold at the end of a rainbow however,
For some like to dictate my professionalism with their know it all,
Because they are a customer and they surely know what must be done.
Some would go far as accusations of me being mean,
Or tantrum equal to a terrible two!
I swear people live in their world within a world,
Not even living in a moment or enjoying the present,
But perception is a silly social standards of expectation.
Like when I met the rich couple where the wife was more like a secretary,
While the husband was an emperor of his domain,
And money was what kept them together.
Older couples who were ultra rich with gated entry to their drive way,
Or their 6 bedroom from top to bottom secured by better alarm system,
But fooled into purchasing our security without a proper knowledge.
Good thing for them, for they got me, the honest man!
In return the couple felt obligated to tip me unsuspectedly in my jacket pocket.
Recently met a beautiful married lady with a nice house,
And she was like poetry,
Speaking spiritually of higher thoughts,
elegant in her voice!
She told me I was a kindred spirit,
Me a kindred spirit?
As far as giving me her spiritual book from India!
"The Fall of The Human Intellect," I shall cherish it with all my heart!
Nothing in life is perfect,
But my job now my career seemed to have picked me.
While there is no guarantee my job is secure,
But am super glad this job has brought me from Minnesota to the south,
And culture with location that expanded my horizon!
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 12:32 AM UTC
We bicker like an old couple,
But we talk like two good friends,
And I can't help but secretly want him,
Because out of everyone I've ever known,
It's also been him,
To call me unsuspectedly and chat,
No matter how many times I try to push him out of my life,
For God sake's he's in Florida and I still think of him every now and then,
Was it just false hope,
Or still a solid dream I should pursue,
Am I just nuts?
But I still look back to that night,
That first night when he put his arm around me so randomly,
I had glasses on and my hair looked a wreck,
Still…
For some stupid reason it felt right with only him
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 10:54 AM UTC
I'm just completely torn up,
With all this ******* bad luck,
See there's this guy,
And of course it's always a guy,
But anyways,
He won't call…or fb or txt…
So I'm left here thinking what the heck,
I wanna ring his neck,
For making me need him more then necessary,
I don't even know whats wrong with him,
Or happened,
All that messed up ****
I don't care,
But really why?
It was all going so swell,
Why didn't it have to suddenly drowned in a heartbreak from hell,
And why am I even in tears,
I should've expected such disaster to occur,
Unsuspectedly everything was going too well,
Now I'm alone,
Wondering why I even try
Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 6:57 PM UTC
Unsuspectedly it creeps
Into my brightest days
Absorbing my joys
Turning highs into lows
Silver linings morph
Into storm systems
It swallows me whole and
Regurgitates out a weak shadow
Until I become a shell
Each tear representing another lost hope
I won't answer your inquiries
Reasons why get lost in the storm
My laughter is feigned
My energy is drained
My status converts from warrior to fraud
Noir is black, and so am I
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 8:44 PM UTC