"worthwile" poems
Dear Perfect Girl,
Grounded in the real world
Taking care of herself like you’re rooted in a material one
Your eyes and smile never cease to amaze
But it’s your ambitions that set my heart ablaze
Your laugh puts a smile on my face
That seems to erase and replace
The negative and repetitive
If only for a second
I love our similarities
But our differences make it worthwile
From your taste in music to your sense of style
Because a venn diagram without differences is a circle
And I’d rather go the extra five-thousand two-hundred and eighty feet
To be close to you
Than to already understand most of you
By understanding myself
Dear Perfect Girl,
There are dimes that will do anything for a nickel
And nickels out making dimes
But I want your two cents
And though I may laugh at it
I take it to heart sometimes
Because like a game of monopoly
I don’t want to find myself back at the start
And I don’t really watch chick flicks
But I saw 500 Days of Summer
And you’re my Autumn
To which I’ll be sprung for in the winter
I wear no mask for you
Because I’ve divulged my past to you
For you are presently in my future
And though you may be a feminist I’ll try and be a perfect suitor
Dear Perfect Girl,
You say you’re OCD about some things
But it’s your imperfections that are great for me
And though I’m not sure I’ve met you yet
I dare you to wait for me
Because every day I improve myself
In preparation for thee
And a relationship you won’t forget
I’ll wear knee pads and a helmet
For when the day comes that I’m head over heels
I’ll be able to get up in time to catch you
When you fall in love
Disney taught me to wish on the stars above
And I’ve wished on every star
Thrown a penny in every fountain
And spent every 11:11
Wishing for you
Perfect Girl
Dec 12, 2011
Dec 12, 2011 at 7:02 PM UTC
"You!" he said
"I like your smile."
I blushed a bit,
"Yours is nice as well"
I wondered if
Perhaps he felt
He could cure me by
Passing me a compliment in the cereal aisle
I suppose I thought
It was worthwile
Since after that
Happy things complied
Inside my head
The pasrtures of happiness
became fertile
And then I thought, for a little while;
kindness between strangers
should go back in style
Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 10:25 AM UTC
The universe that i know contains infinite infinities
The more i travel the more i see and more you think
There's an abyss of abraxas in dylan dog's comics
Here's an enstraged ghost of che on the motorcycle
We made it plausible for the pagat ultimo's elegance sake
We seek for the most Beautiful to crash us like soft waves
The immortal Beauty is the terror for the mortal passangers
The immortal Elegance is shown as an unforgettable life's style
You want the depth, you play games, cast spells, and reinvent
You want to become a persona grata, the gravity ***** you in
Today i thougt how nice is to draw a bit for a change
Today you didn't like to have hollidays from a belief
I have to acknowledge the worthwile sands of time
I have to succumb to universal subconsciousnesses
Mine unimportance is a hanging shall on a tied stallion
Mine thoughst fly high as two falcons toward your star
Thine tea is served with blood, sweat, and entrapement
Thine turtle is a giant alive planet, a colourful mounted
One
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 10:38 AM UTC
Once upon a time we were lovers,
we used to talk to each other lovely and respectful.
Fell into each others arms, hugging deeply,
making the pain of life worthwile for living now.
What happened to you, my little red riding hood?
Did the wolf catch you and bite his fangs into our bond
or was it you who wanted to get bitten, looking for it yourself?
What happened to you, my little red riding hood, please tell me,
so that I can see clearly through this forest of lies
you have planted upon what we were once.
Once upon a time I lived in a fairy tale
with bloomy colours all along my way,
not realizing it could end almost anytime
I let a gloomy wolf fade it into grey.
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 1:45 AM UTC
Some days my heart shines like its sure the sun is its closest rival and oldest teacher,
Other days my brain convinces it that it might as well just call in sick for the day to avoid the echoing pains of nights prior,
On most days though my heart is in a constant argument with my brain,
Maybe not an argument but more of a negotiation, my brain lets my heart wander on a longer leash and play its music a little louder, but once the storm clouds roll in my heart has no choice but to be locked away for the sake of my mental foundations integrity.
Somewhere in the compounds of my body there is a soul that cant get a word in on the dialougues of my heart and brain,
Then again he has no scientific bearing in the world so he holds no worthwile input?
But what if my brain and heart are tool my sould has yet to figure out? Or vice versa? Maybe souls are adaptations and sentience is is just us learning to use those adaptations to our advantage?
Souls cant be just tools or improvements though, they are too cemented and too complex,
Too raw, unobservable, undescribable, and undeniable.
I just wish there was a way to get all 3 on the same page.
Nothings the same lately and its like my world flipped upside down, and this is me falling out of reality into infinity and watching everything Ive wanted or known pass me bye like lines on a road.
The other day I took some acid and found myself laughing at the fact that we discover medicines and we have politics and science and that we have this curiosity to explore and this hellbent obsession with expansion and growth.
I realized at that moment that there is a simple and absolutely gorgeous futility to everything humans do,
We might cure cancer,
The sun will still blow up eventually,
We may find world peace,
But overpopulation might bite us for that one,
The point is nothing we do can stop the end times, that doesnt mean stop what youre doing and lose all motivation, it just means at the end of the day, were in the can regardless, dont sweat the small stuff and make your moments gleam.
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 3:44 AM UTC
Life had been a picture box
Wherein all are painted in monotone
Only what's to be seen are being shown
But go down in mem'ry—rusted love locks.
Everywhere you turn,
the pictures look the same
Still in place as you carelessly aim,
A heart can only discern.
Be it winter, spring, summer or fall,
The external; the internal remains
But a sound, a voice, in my head refrains
Yet again, it's the film's time to roll.
Once, I caught a glimpse of a smile
And wondered what it could be
How can an image look so different to me?
A thought unusually worthwile.
Flowers begun to bloom and blossom
Releasing fireworks into the sky
Could these fingertips reach them if ever I try?
Rainbows cried on a sphere of monochrome.
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 8:44 AM UTC
I am becoming pulled apart and sewn together all at once.
Why am I feeling like my heart is now new?
It is a strange emotional thing in my chest.
I cannot put thoughts to words nearly as well as I dream I could.
I’m gonna make you proud of me..
I think you look much more alive in the daylight.
I like how real you become when the sun glints off your smiling face and emphasizes your striking eyes.
You are wonderful.
God is gently pushing me somewhere. I feel that now. I am so excited to arrive there.
He’s disiplining me like mad, though. I’ve been brought to great humility lately, it’s making me think before I speak. it’s like I can’t stop making an ***** out of myself to save my life. I really hate it.
My mouth will speak a spring of life,
and perhaps my heart is filling with an abundance of something worthwile..
"Tongue is a flame, let there be Grace.."
Aug 18, 2010
Aug 18, 2010 at 9:01 PM UTC
circles I am
getting smaller maybe
endlessly pouring in myself
the flooding of the dirt that hides the lotus
there is no sense in denying
everything worthwhile
is fragile
Nov 27, 2016
Nov 27, 2016 at 4:12 PM UTC
she’s a friend
i met her at a coffee shop
where i planned to stop
and where my heart dropped
she’s a friend
she has a beautiful smile
lovely style and a great mind
her cheeks tastes like chamomile
she’s truly worthwile
she’s a friend
we started seeing each other more often
with her my aggressive mind softens
and my pain are forgotten
it always feels like autumn
i know i have fallen
she’s a friend
i can feel her warmth in my clothes
the one she wore while i was in control
i want to feel her close
i want to be wherever she goes
she has stolen my soul
it’s not something we chose
she’s a friend
you’ll love her
i don’t call her a friend
but she must remain one
or else you’ll hate her
Aug 20, 2020
Aug 20, 2020 at 11:07 AM UTC
I love with words, and give strength with silence, connecting with hearts free of attachment, hatred or violence.
Together we roam here in the ether, playing games as God both student and teacher.
A frivolous but worthwile experiment, hugs and kisses telling me the secret, we are not alone here and never were...it's as if your eyes can speak, telling me to reach within and find my soul. Together as one and one as whole.
Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 2:03 AM UTC