"whatevers" poems
yesterday i saw dolphins
i swam with dolphins
their black knife jackknife dorsal-whatevers
slicing the water, scalpels into flesh,
disappearing, reappearing, disappearing,
reappearing
a herd of silent Lamborghini cracking jokes at my expense
(looks plural to me)
yesterday i saw dolphins
i chatted with an old man
who said they're laughing all the time, diving for *******
"Oh yeah, we get dolphins here,"
he might as well tell me Jesus lives there, too
or some kind of black magic came through
making these creatures appear
his nonchalance is weird
yesterday i swam with dolphins
well, saw, not swam, viewed, not caressed
but
all i want to do is see them
all i want to do is breathe with them
all i want to do is float in the same sea with them
my heart ripped to pieces in appreciation
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 11:29 AM UTC
AB:
Kings that sit on thrones,
We knock them off and take their place,
Mistake material of chrome,
But had to save the human race,
SPT:
For humanity would die
If left in the hands of spite
For the story's long sojourn
Faces of death untold
Handed down to those
Who were only left to morn,
AB:
In a world were born,
Having insecurity and hatred,
Fighting the chronic masses,
Of whatevers being displayed,
Draculas blood ******* days are over,
Overrun with shame and regret,
Like dissing two teams,
And never looking back , amazed by it,
SPT:
As I rise above he ashes
Lifting my spirit to wind
Never looking back again
Defeated they stand
Together we win
As silence summons the horizons
Standing under her son
Triumph births the dawn,
AB:
We do what we desire,
In your dreams there are no rules,
Birthing creations and cable wires,
Knowing there is no limit to what you do,
SPT:
Then cut these strings
And free me to roam
For what life is this
If I can never
Be at home,
These words like wires
String from vein
Is not free will to hone
Learning my desire
Self empower.
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 9:54 PM UTC
We create ourselves,
our lives,
our everything.
We build our homes,
our families, our whatevers.
A make-shift cure for lonliness.
A lil' love hut.
With an open
heart and an open door.
One day you'll
hear a,
knock-knock-knocking
on your door.
& When you open it.
The Bad News Bears
will come in and
break you down until there is
nothing,
even in
your own mind's house.
Right before your very,
bright light blue sky tear-drop colored eyes.
The real-life-dream will end. & You'll wake up.
Until then, sweet dreams. <3
Apr 11, 2012
Apr 11, 2012 at 6:09 PM UTC
This is to pay homage to our very smart calico-color-cat
She talks too much even talks back and on her collar
a heart-shaped name-tag bears her name, "Reese"
being the lover of people...
You see, too many other behaviors so lovingly insane
she bears a reflection in short verse
I can only explain...
You see, she gives a parlor welcome
by rolling on the floor
our feline watchman
for the opening of the front-room door
You see, she sits so
like the sphinx
upon the sea of sand
so reverent, so silent, so grand
You see, she thinks she's Cleopatra
gliding across the room
chasing imagined whatevers
in an endless purring tune
You see, she likes to:
Side swipe, give a loving bite, bump a head,
be on our bed, dizzy dance, be in a trance
kiss her head, eat with love, tap our leg, and
open our bedroom door...WOW!!!
You see, watching furry *****
her crumpled way to sleep
sleeping in many places curiosity to seek
and once upon your leg-bed
so cozy, so warm, so deep
You see, she's the lion in Africa
on an earthy colored rug
chasing toy animals
and an imagined turtle dove
You see, she drops her favorite toy
besides our bedroom door
making trust and love
will forever endure
You see she dashes up our steps
and flies all around;
practicing for tryouts- seemingly-
as a dashing circus clown
You see, with her sorcerer's spell
think or mention her name
then BAM!!...out of the blue
she's walking in your domain
You see, her hiding in foliage
is nothing but a chair
ready to playfully pounce
upon a toy duck in despair
You see, her eyes of staring wisdom
burrow right into you
A beautiful loving feline
from the university of feline U
You see, she gives us orders
what not to do
because her alma mater is feline U
You see, she's cat-dog-human
perplexing as can be
Makes one wanna climb
the highest nearest tree
You see, she licks her coat of colors
of Reese peanut butter candy cups
of brown and dark and milky chocolate
one of her many ups
After all, this list keeps growing
and must be cut short
I must collect my thoughts, for many things to sort...
Thank you and Reese says, "MEOW." (as always)
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 6:46 PM UTC
To paper and pen, he goes again.
To find some truth, or whatevers
akin.
Yet, he writes in circles, no telling where to begin.
His questions grow louder, approaching wits end.
His answers slip through, fingers broken with sin.
Theres so many voices, and none to befriend.
So lost in a world, that continues to spin.
If he could only know,
As long as theres breath,
He's destined to win.
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 4:00 PM UTC
Beyond the bend in the river
Past the mountains and the seas
Far away from the ice sheets that make us shiver
Through the whatevers and the what will be's
There is a place of light and sound
Of good vibes and beeting drums
Where down is up and squares are round
And the slow are fast and the smart are dumb
In this place you have no face
Nobody judges and nobody cares
We are blind to color. We are blind to race
Nobody whispers and nobody stares
In this land so different from our own
We will live in perfect harmony
People are free to search and roam
And whatever will be will be
In The Land of Whatever
-
Close your eyes.
Do you see it?
Those little lights?
You are almost there.
Almost.
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 5:43 PM UTC
Dragging my *** to the liquor store
After midnight on a brand new Tuesday
I sort of wish
That I could sit cross-legged in a desert somewhere
With the sun ripping into me
And sweat out all the cheeseburgers I ever ate
All that yellowy cheddar would ooze out of my pores
All the slippery chunks of meat would fall off my forehead
And sizzle in the sun
Maybe all the tar from all the cigarettes would slip out too
All the whiskey would steam off into the great big blue sky
All the slaves my great great great whatevers owned would come whooping freely out of me
All the meanness and rudeness and all those little selfish thoughts would drip on out
The *** would crawl right out of my *****
And any little pieces of broken hearts would fly back to their owners
And I'd wither into a shrunken pillar of pure good
That'd be nice
A relief
But if there was a shred of me left on my bones
I'd probably just drag my *** to another liquor store
To celebrate
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 4:31 AM UTC
I'm pretty weak.
Weak in body,
Weak in spirit.
Weak in places I never knew I could be.
Your mom screamed at me to grow a backbone.
You were my backbone.
I tried to grow you.
I tried to grow us.
She would have none of it.
Threats, promises, whatevers.
Name calling, screaming and shouting.
I didn't deserve it at all.
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 12:47 AM UTC
There is no more mystery, no hidden gem,
No unfound treasure, no rock unturned,
No land untrodden, no holy ground,
#unfiltered all around.
No want for tomorrow, no story to tell,
No chinese whisper or wishing well,
No unheard tick of a clocks pointed handle,
No unchartered water or unlit candle.
No patience to bare just one more day,
No unscripted plays, leaving nothing to say,
No route unmarked, no map undiscovered,
No unbeaten tune, no songs uncovered.
No sitting, wandering what might never be,
Why bother wondering when google is free.
No crime unreported, yes, a marvelous thing,
But if crimes become nothings is war a greater thing?
No boundaries obeyed, as cultures melt together,
Empty replies downpour with "whatevers"
And we stand back to witness,
Life moving with such speed,
Unable to slow it, barely able to breathe!
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 12:50 AM UTC
In a world that screws us all its only right that some of mine would loosen..
Preaching from the top of a chair reaching for my noose and..
Here I find serenity, death has always tempted me..
Ill give you whatevers left of me..
Not what I pretend to be..
If I succeed I guess there's no regretting see..
I get to escape,leave it all behind..
Keep me in your heart, you were always on my mind..
Keep me sacred and hold me close..
That's me you feel when the warm wind blows..
See my face in the smoke, billowing from ashes..
Only few live the life. but deaths promised to the masses.
Feb 6, 2013
Feb 6, 2013 at 7:15 PM UTC
We often hear about radical Muslims,
And some do pose a threat.
But there are other dangerous radicals
About whom people forget.
Radical Christians and radical Hindus:
Both have been in the news.
Yes, there are even radical Buddhists
And also radical Jews.
Radical WHATEVERS can be a danger--
No matter the crusade they declare.
The problem is not one certain group,
But radicals everywhere.
To see extremists twist religion
Is especially galling;
To see it used to justify cruelty
And hatred is appalling.
All should follow their conscience but must
Let others do the same.
The freedom to choose one's path should be
A universal aim.
If people use religion to condemn
And to stifle query and thought,
Today's relevance of their religion
And values amounts to naught.
- by Bob B
Oct 26, 2016
Oct 26, 2016 at 11:17 AM UTC
Ignore the lyrics:
You can't pursue love.
You don't find love.
Love's not a thing to be kept or had;
it's a doing word that you both have to work at.
Love is a language expressed in deeds
and so clear expression of your love best succeeds when you both discover what the other most dearly needs.
So spend time planting daily deeds of love, every one a fragile seed.
Continue to listen day and night
and learn what each other prefers and what you both like.
And then, when you get it right
you'll be answered by a unmistakable light in their wide glistening eyes.
-
Do it on a date.
Do it with your mates.
Do it when you're tired and it's heavy eyed late.
Do it in the everyday mundane way
you pair your own socks
and clear away last night's takeaway.
-
Laugh often and have fun
especially when you feel life has you on the run
and be sure to surprise each other both regularly and often
Maybe even invest
in a pair of water guns.
-
Share the fragile thoughts
you find at the forefront of your mind.
Reveal your vulnerability, the hurt you feel when life's been unkind.
-
And in response to that revealed insecurity, ensure you tread carefully until you see the healing that comes from interlacing lovingly.
-
Speak your love every day.
Articulate it come what may.
And that way you'll ensure that it stays
at the forefront of each of your todays,
on the tip of your tongues
so when you inevitably take a step wrong
you'll both recall why you're together
and why it's worth the endeavour that it takes to push through that unexpected foul weather.
Love one another through that gale
and sail on to meet the adventure
that's yours to discover:
Through the miles of your wherevers,
for the duration of your whenevers,
strong enough for your whatevers,
standing together,
forever relentlessly loving each other.
-
So may the Lord of your tomorrows bless you together.
May the Lord keep you smiling whatever.
May his face shine on you in all kinds of weather.
And may He give you peace
that will never cease to give you pause to thank Him for his grace
forever.
-
And all the assembled people said
AMEN.
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 2:07 AM UTC
It's a
Hit-after-hit
Spitting image of the gutter.
Needle sewn to the vein,
chained to the mind,
Finding God, only to
Fall.
All these
Psychedelic-whatevers,
No use for names.
Just effects,
Just feelings.
My spine is snapping
And dripping
Out acid.
It is, an odd feeling
Of
Who am I?
Getting darker as the night does
(Yet)
It is not even midnight?
It is, realization.
That perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
I took
You took
Maybe one or two or ten
too many tablets.
Gorging yourself on your finger to
Save your life.
That inveterate thought of
"Please don't be too late"
Is when you know
I know
It's too far
Gone.
Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 11:25 PM UTC
leave the paintings
leave the photos
leave the vinyl albums
...that was a pointless hobby...
leave the love
leave the tooth
leave the journals
...you can read whatever you'd like now...
leave the cats
leave the ***
leave the blood stains
...on the bathroom floor...
grab only the good books
whatevers left of the gin
grab the coffee maker
put your shoes on
i'm fuckin' outta here
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 9:40 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Perfect hit to the dome,
Into a block of chrome,
Solve a perfect question to a theory,
But still feels mindless like a drone,
I did it on my own,
Still keep from turning into perfect stone,
Medusa loves my skin tone,
She doesn't want me to see the end alone,
She bites off my head,
Devoured my legs,
And whatevers left,
Shes later feeds on.
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 2:05 AM UTC
Profanities,
declarations
bombastic, love/ hate sprayed, whatevers,
beer-stained brutalist underpass
the lake, a paper-mill, stink of pulp-steam,
dog-shit minefield ,fast-food cartons
park-and-riding, egg-fried verges
turgid outflow,
Down this squeezed tube,
of dead algorithm n' *****
blue-green algea ,wetland gangrene,
come Nightingales..
Meliflous revelry,
distinctive dichotomy,
obvious opposite
oddity
Beneficent Mediterranean
medicine chugged via
secretive syrinx
sweet,
sweet
sweet unplugged jugular
thick cut clarity, every
note a pearl-dropped hope for muddled
ditches, creeks and jetties, broken
wings of football pitches
blood of oak and bluebell
soaking smoke above the muddied tracks
and clearing,
clearing all
before their song
May 21, 2023
May 21, 2023 at 3:05 AM UTC
Of all the things you've looked at and said
"Wow, that's so beautiful."
How many are still there?
Ten?
Maybe just the ocean?
Picture a playground
Swing set jungle gym
Whatevers on a childrens playground
It's behind your house.
You go there twice a week
There's tutus and there's overalls
And there's little horses with springs on the bottom
That are slightly rusted
But they rock back and fourth and don't fall over anyway
Because they're so far
Dug down into that playground tar
It's just, permenant
It takes three men wearing orange vests to pull it out of the ground.
There are memories there.
Some of them are even caught on video
And you
You can't go there again
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 11:58 AM UTC
Did you see what you've become? A consumer of the world,
A lover of those shows for those who long to just be heard.
A breather of the air, so dense, that we can barely see,
A taker of whatevers going, items presumed to set you free.
Did you see what you've become?A product of someone else,
A replica of her or him, a never ending image of the self.
A who, a what, a where, a when, a constant reflection of them.
Don't forget to become what you said you would, be what you ought to be.
Did you see yourself on the screen? I did, on every last page.
A happy, adventurous side of you - no different from the masses.
When did you stop playing the lead, settling for backstage?
Just when social hierarchy is becoming archaic you construct divergent classes.
You are more than you think, you are who you are,
You are the person they want to see.
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 2:33 PM UTC
Dancing somewhere in the shadows, behind whatevers in the way,
Her thoughts spin quietly,
As if shes afraid of knowing what to say,
They jump and fall and press themselves to the tip of her tongue but courage or lack thereof reminds her what must be done.
The words she uses fit perfectly like the notches of a key fit a lock,
Her application is where the art is,
Delivery as gentle soft rock.
I just wanna know,
Everything you wish you had,
Everything I'm not for you,
And everything he is,
Is there something I can do about it?
Or is it just the proof in the pudding that I'm supposed to be alone?
When he strums do you have the urge to tell him,
"You're definitely not allowed to do that"
And when my arms are wrapped around you is it his voice bouncing around in your head that drowns me out?
Lately I don't know which parts of me you'd keep if I fell apart,
Or which you would trash because you have no use for them.
She always tells me 95 percent,
And vague as they can be listening to her speak her words is always time well spent.
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 3:11 PM UTC
ruins the buzz,
rushes reality back,
rudely wakes me up from fantasy life-
slaps me in
my face, like ice cold showers,
or when the voices stop
talking
leaving me to my own
whatevers , or dreams-
makes me
throw up, fall down,
needing it back
Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 10:05 PM UTC
Like rewind it's back again
Like cancer it never left me.
I thought with you it will be different
but like the others you do the same.
You're here only to break me
Only to hurt me
Take whatevers left and desert me.
But to your loss I have no more for you to break.
If you were death I'd hug you with love for im ready to go.
If you were an enemy ready to **** me I'd hand you the blade.
I have no more
For you to take
I have no more to lose
I have lost the war of love and can no longer be abused.
My heart no more then a pump now and my soul no less than a flickering light.
**** me
Break me
Or
Hurt me
I dont expect anymore than that from you than I have from the others..
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 4:03 PM UTC
Looking through my window
Waiting for a change in weather
The chipped paint reminds me of worse days
And a disconnection from the things I used to know
Like a fly on the window
Curious
With freedom in plain sight
Shorts and long Sock season
The sun's rays beaming
Blasting Skrwd as our mutual summer time theme tune
Such irony
Because now the weather's changed I won't settle for room temperature again
I feel a growth in my bones
I'm not waiting
I'm not waiting anymore
I'm just taking
Taking whatevers thrown
The cold doesn't effect me like it used too
My teeth don't chatter from fear of being alone
If summers the place to be
Let's make it a permanent state of mind I'll try find warmth in the greyest of skies.
Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 11:04 AM UTC
dear whatevers up there, im currently choking on my own soul in my room whilst thom yorke croons into my ears,
surrounded by paper and **** and all i can think of is the decaying in my bones.
dear whatevers up there, please save me.
im not here, this isnt happening.
everything is piling up and im drowning in myself.
dear whatevers up there, please save me.
i want to shiver and breathe until i reach something new.
dear whatevers up there, please save me.
i want to curl and coil until i reach something old.
dear whatevers up there, please save me.
i want to fade and dilute until its like i never really was.
dear whatevers up there,
please save me.
Mar 16, 2025
Mar 16, 2025 at 8:11 AM UTC
Science claims a woman only "falls in love" once, and is irrevocably wreckt after that,
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCCXXVI)
There was a reason Lagerfeld fr'intents
Did not waste aught on social media, frail
As which excuses for the same detail
Of foolish, erm, indulgence was't from thence?
And likewise why I'm dull without defense
For having lost me to renditions' tale
Was't? of my latest fav'rite: song; to scale--
Th'orignal that I love, and later's sense.
That taste of Cossack/Russian dancing fer
Dear memries of lo, Fiddler On what? to
Effect--The Roof--is gone, quite gone in poor
Reply for "Moskau" being the theme we knew,
Yes, ALL of us, was nashnalistic. Were
Our joys in "disco" 'nough, that's "okay" too?
29Mar19b
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NvS351QKFV4
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 4:13 PM UTC