"usesless" poems
I'm your pawn
Usesless and used
But I don't seem to mind.
You're my king
My everything
But now...
You have your Queen
I've tried Knights in shining armour
All have been quite a charmer
But I would still do anything for you
Even though you have no clue
Maybe one day
I'll make it to the end of the board
And I'll be your Queen
But then again
That only happens in my dreams
'Cause I'll always be your pawn
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 8:46 AM UTC
Mornings,
The blessed shroud of sleep lifts,
Ones usesless limbs
Have filled in the nocturn hours with mercury,
Not swift Olympian Mercury,
But the toxic fluid metal
That nearly weighs the same as lead.
A new day,
A new day
Weighs in
Without volitional choice.
Sep 7, 2012
Sep 7, 2012 at 1:51 AM UTC
I'm sure that
When the world ends
The sky will be beautiful
One of those days
That looks like a
Dollar store
Painted landscape
In a chipped and dusty
Golden frame
I'm sure that
Everyone will probably
Have gone to work or
To the pool or
Out to eat or
Just sat like some
Seem to do
I'm sure that fog
Will settle on leaves
And bark in
A forest
Where deer and
Birds will graze
Unseen
Undisturbed
I'm sure that
The people
Will think about
All the stuff that
Sits in their houses
The cornucopia of
Usesless **** that they
Spent all of their lives
Trying to amass
I'm sure thoughts will
Wander to the
Dusty knickknacks
On bookshelves
Filled with those
Books that they
Meant to read
About the
Pots and pans
And cans of spam
The gourmet
Frozen meals
The fridge
The stove
The whole house
Melting into goo
They will think
About watching their
Ambitions
Hard work
Time
Money
Love
All going up
In flames
Subsequently,
It will
I'm not so sure
That you will be
With me when the
World ends
If that's true
The world has
Already ended
And I may as
Well be a pile of goo
In some wall street
**** birds mind
As the skyscraper
Crumbles from
Beneath his feet
Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 7:59 PM UTC
sky,
answers
earth's call.
water...
parched am i,
with out your grace
and precipitate love.
i will curl up,
shrivel and die
then you,
will look upon
dust and death
and the tears,
you spill
in grief,
will lie usesless
upon my brow.
sky,
is a fickle
and
flighty thing.
but
today
hears wisdom
in earth's words
and lets her tears
flood on down.
silence,
except for rain's
rhythmic coda.
sky's love song for earth
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 10:06 AM UTC
It's been a while
It's been so long
It feels wrong
What are you?
What have you become?
What are you since I've been gone?
Shall I see growth
Or regression
Is it safe to call that progression
So much is different now
Who am I
To tell you what code to live by
Who am I
To judge your journey
Because at the end you will be worthy
But the return
The return
These painful scars, they burn
To carry these burdens
So far
But back here how usesless they are
The return is never what it seems
No welcome for the hero
Just pain that they must never know
I return to emptiness
Scars and pain no one can heal
I am alone in my battles that no one can feel
So we carry on, drag our feet
As we journey on to places no one has ever been
To things no one else has ever seen
To each his own
Battles to carry
Demons to burry
And we return,
We return to the things we used to know
And find they no longer suit us like they did all that time ago
Where to we go from here?
We only wanted to go home
But home is no longer the place we had known
Where to then?
For heroes at their journey's end?
Is there no place left for them to mend?
The return
The return is never what you dreamed
You come back and more time has passed than had seemed
And the return is painful
But you come and anyway you smile
Because after all that you know it is worth the while
To have left and grown
To witness what you left behind
For the greatness you came to find
The Return
It's been so long
It feels so wrong
But I think this isn't where I belong
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 3:45 PM UTC
I smile
And laugh
And talk
Along with everyone else
But inside
My head
Is churning
With thoughts
I know are not welcome
I hold it in
Try to shove it in a box
And throw it in the back of my head
Where I hope I can’t find it
But my wishes are ignored
And they come tumbling back
To the front of my mind
Where they whirl around
“Are you okay?” They ask
“I’m fine” I say
I’ll just try to hold it in
For a little while longer
Until I snap
And slowly disappear
From the life I used to live
I scream and shout and cry
Tired of thinking I am usesless
That no one cares
Trying to trick my self into thinking I don’t have depression
That those people I see in the pamphlets who look so hopless
Couldn’t be me
Maybe if I say that
“I’m fine”
Enough times
I will be okay
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 9:32 AM UTC