so many deaths we die
to pretend to live a lie
so many secrets passerby
so many words
spell 'alibi'
i sit down in the rain
a cold embrace,
the world's own face
made plain
and wonder:
since the sky contains
clouds in the shape of every place
could i be thus restrained?
to sleep outdoors and loose
all one's tied-down emotions
for the truth
then hold that close and never let
that feeling pass - even fall flat
in all my dreams
i see the seams
of little realms
just overwhelmed
by passing cars
and shooting stars -
by pure emotion
+ devotion
judging stares,
musical chairs
but no,
i'm worthless
so
i sit in
nothingness
and reminisce
of all those dreams.
a thousand things,
i think i'd do,
but i've been stuck
to being cruel
and miserable
always mean
the year's new confused
drama queen
and would you let
my muffled sobs
be then unmet?
or would you play
that fine white knight
so heavensent?
how worthless it is,
that i care
which line of prose
is meant!
my mouth is full of winsome lies -
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
He wields the wrath. I know the path
Thirty ways to death. I am just upset.
I led the way, he seized the day
A well-timed good bye
In this place where now I lie
The red sunset might be the perfect background
But there was something between us.
I should have been
the perfect guy.
He should have been
the right pair.
But something was on our way
Back home.
I just wanted to say a thing before I died
It was all lies.
I understand mortality best
when I fall asleep at night
with the light on
and chores left to do.
Then wake with a start
an hour later
pulled from the black
rushing to my tasks
aware that one day
I can't come back
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I make words using things
like pen pencil computer
sometimes prolific
sometimes a neuter
Time slips through my fingers like a fistful of sand.
And before you know it, a weeks gone by. You hardly remember a thing.
You can tell yourself what you did, but are the memories there?
Can you recall eating breakfast this morning, crunching the cold cereal between your teeth, the milk going down your throat?
And if you can remember, last year seemed like yesterday, and next year is tomorrow.
And before you know it, you will be an old man, doting on his grandchildren and using a cane. And then you will think that college seemed like just yesterday, and death seems like tomorrow. But what happens then? Do you go to heaven and praise god for all eternity? Or are you gone, fallen into the black abyss, living only in memories. But those to, only live so long. Yes, that seems a long time away, but it's really not.
my mouth is full of winsome lies -
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
Hello all this is my first time posting here, but I have always loved writing and poetry so I figured I may as well give it a try.
The Final Kiss
Silently rapping at the windowsill,
Death’s shadow waits expecting company.
Peering into the room he gazes upon,
He sees his bride to be.
Planning their new found life,
With absolute certainty.
That he is to be her last love,
For he is for eternity.
Her family weeps silently,
Completely unaware.
That though they pray around her,
She has already caught death’s stare.
Her breath is fast and shallow,
As often it is when we meet a new mate.
Her pulse is fast and thready,
As she comes closer to meeting Mr.Fate.
She tells her family she loves them,
As she prepares for her final date.
And so he descends upon the room,
Creeping up beside of her bed.
And so with his merciful kiss,
She is once and for all – dead.
no
no it's impossible.
NO. N and then O make NO. Do you hear me do you HEAR me? no.
nooooooooooooo.
oh?
no.
NO.
Literally impossible. not just normal impossible,
when you look at something and think
'oh, well if I was a superhuman, some sort of
golden GOD
maybe I could do th-'
NO.
It just no's.
No. A thousand times,
a thousand signs no.
Just stop. So insane,
to keep thinking yes,
somewhere,
somewhere
beating beating a clarion
a drum a rhythm a shake and a move and a righteous
INSANE
No. No, no, no, no, no no no no no no no no no no no no
no no no no no no
NO NO NO NO NO NO
NO, NO, NO, N ...
...
...
maybe ...
my mouth is full of winsome lies -
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
By the side of the road
Bent over you pick.
A poppy picking daisies
collecting wild beauty to accent your own.
Through the brush a voyeur
a ghost that watches and circles and loves
A warm wind blows your petals and leaves
A warm wind caresses and hugs
A voyeur watches and loves
A poppy picking daisies
head floating in water
your darlings, your daughters!
lie sweetly, lay deeply
that dawning unknowing
all softness and kindness
post-oedipal blindness
brain swimming in ether
not good for the baby
brain pooling in fever
sleep before we're crazy
such openings widening
such beginnings biding
such floating half-madness
such lies and sadness
deceit, it will never be!
sickness, not ovaries
wish
all staring at everything -
wishing i'm dead so my friends and their families wouldn't be bothered by me -
my inability to live in society
this bled-out emotion surrounding me airlessly,
death by pure thought and my own pointless sophistry,
to just for one second just STOP -
and the next, not enough
just to stop
to stop
breathing and
living and
stress,
duress,
what exquisite less!
mine my heart from my body, my brain from the rest
neither deserves the other, one rotting, one blessed.
but is it the brain
or the body that's less?
arsenic, cyanide,
hemlock and strychnine,
thallium, ricin,
atropine, warfarin,
stop the lies, stop the din,
all at once, coming in
my mouth is full of winsome lies -
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
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Daxos of Meletis.
special thanks to sentimentgx4 for the sig
Pourquoi?
so many deaths we die
to pretend to live a lie
so many secrets passerby
so many words
spell 'alibi'
i sit down in the rain
a cold embrace,
the world's own face
made plain
and wonder:
since the sky contains
clouds in the shape of every place
could i be thus restrained?
to sleep outdoors and loose
all one's tied-down emotions
for the truth
then hold that close and never let
that feeling pass - even fall flat
in all my dreams
i see the seams
of little realms
just overwhelmed
by passing cars
and shooting stars -
by pure emotion
+ devotion
judging stares,
musical chairs
but no,
i'm worthless
so
i sit in
nothingness
and reminisce
of all those dreams.
a thousand things,
i think i'd do,
but i've been stuck
to being cruel
and miserable
always mean
the year's new confused
drama queen
and would you let
my muffled sobs
be then unmet?
or would you play
that fine white knight
so heavensent?
how worthless it is,
that i care
which line of prose
is meant!
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
Bah-duh buh-duh bah-dah
dub-hah hah-hah hah-hah
hah-hah hah-hah hah. . . huh?
He wields the wrath. I know the path
Thirty ways to death. I am just upset.
I led the way, he seized the day
A well-timed good bye
In this place where now I lie
The red sunset might be the perfect background
But there was something between us.
I should have been
the perfect guy.
He should have been
the right pair.
But something was on our way
Back home.
I just wanted to say a thing before I died
It was all lies.
special thanks to sentimentgx4 for the sig
Pourquoi?
I understand mortality best
when I fall asleep at night
with the light on
and chores left to do.
Then wake with a start
an hour later
pulled from the black
rushing to my tasks
aware that one day
I can't come back
like pen pencil computer
sometimes prolific
sometimes a neuter
Medomai the Ageless.
special thanks to sentimentgx4 for the sig
Pourquoi?
Watching cars go bye
Reading a book, full of satire
Watching cars go bye
My needs so, so dire
Watching cars go bye
Do you do what a lover should?
Count the ways, gift a flower, remember a date
Do you do what a lover could?
safely in arms, virtuous in word, never late
Do you do what a lover would?
yell and scream, **** and leave, turn love to hate
Are you could, would, should a lover,
Sapient Pearwood?
And before you know it, a weeks gone by. You hardly remember a thing.
You can tell yourself what you did, but are the memories there?
Can you recall eating breakfast this morning, crunching the cold cereal between your teeth, the milk going down your throat?
And if you can remember, last year seemed like yesterday, and next year is tomorrow.
And before you know it, you will be an old man, doting on his grandchildren and using a cane. And then you will think that college seemed like just yesterday, and death seems like tomorrow. But what happens then? Do you go to heaven and praise god for all eternity? Or are you gone, fallen into the black abyss, living only in memories. But those to, only live so long. Yes, that seems a long time away, but it's really not.
I did my best
to make him
feel at home
Wrapped in cloth
warm in his crib
by my bed
In the night
He must have
quietly crawled away
leaving his wet linens
like pen pencil computer
sometimes prolific
sometimes a neuter
special thanks to sentimentgx4 for the sig
Pourquoi?
Easy now, she's just as scared as you
Fumbling fingers, hesitant he lingers
Faster now, she's just as excited as you
We work tirelessly thr'out all days
To the bone, we reap what we have sewn
We never rest, thr'out all our days
Through the breach do all men go
Dawdling down paths, heeding no maps
Through the gates, all men must go
if i would cry
because my mother's
lying on her deathbed,
but she told me not to,
could my hair cry instead?
my hair is soaked down to
my shoulders with depression,
and i can't follow through
because my head
can't think to die
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
special thanks to sentimentgx4 for the sig
Pourquoi?
for now
The Final Kiss
Silently rapping at the windowsill,
Death’s shadow waits expecting company.
Peering into the room he gazes upon,
He sees his bride to be.
Planning their new found life,
With absolute certainty.
That he is to be her last love,
For he is for eternity.
Her family weeps silently,
Completely unaware.
That though they pray around her,
She has already caught death’s stare.
Her breath is fast and shallow,
As often it is when we meet a new mate.
Her pulse is fast and thready,
As she comes closer to meeting Mr.Fate.
She tells her family she loves them,
As she prepares for her final date.
And so he descends upon the room,
Creeping up beside of her bed.
And so with his merciful kiss,
She is once and for all – dead.
let the silence lie
uninterrupted.
words would not
be as pure.
lies are spoken
too easily.
like pen pencil computer
sometimes prolific
sometimes a neuter
special thanks to sentimentgx4 for the sig
Pourquoi?
Marvel And Silence Travel Empty Roads
The Heroes Envy
Certain Amusing Raft Drifting Sailors
Your Oracle Utters
Austere Responses-Enigmas
Given Intricate Veritable Ethereal Nuances
Inhospitable Nations Siphoned Their Embassies After Dying
Of Famine
Christ On Mars Put Lemon And Iodine Nitrate Into Norwegian Girls
Alpha Beta Over Uranus Tropics
To Hideous Ends Management.
special thanks to sentimentgx4 for the sig
Pourquoi?
nononononoNONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONO
NONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONONOnonononononononononono
no,
no
no it's impossible.
NO. N and then O make NO. Do you hear me do you HEAR me? no.
nooooooooooooo.
oh?
no.
NO.
Literally impossible. not just normal impossible,
when you look at something and think
'oh, well if I was a superhuman, some sort of
golden GOD
maybe I could do th-'
NO.
It just no's.
No. A thousand times,
a thousand signs no.
No, no, no, no,
why do you keep
dreaming?
No.
No (no) [no] *no* /no/ ;no; #no# $no$ ^no^ &no& @no@ )(>)@$R_SN(_sfa
no.nonono,nono,NO, no. No.
Just stop. So insane,
to keep thinking yes,
somewhere,
somewhere
beating beating a clarion
a drum a rhythm a shake and a move and a righteous
INSANE
No. No, no, no, no, no no no no no no no no no no no no
no no no no no no
NO NO NO NO NO NO
NO, NO, NO, N ...
...
...
maybe ...
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan
with a sculpting tool
instead of a hacksaw
i can form obtuse pillars
instead of shredded twigs
but when i lose even the poem
and my clay falls back in the stream
how can I not feel
wolf fangs on my throat
all pillars wash away
with wind
and rain
and hammers
and the teeth of wolves
as they should
what is so special about that clayi already have another pillar
no less obtuse
a pillar of pillars
i shall name you pillar
See you next week!
special thanks to sentimentgx4 for the sig
Pourquoi?
By the side of the road
Bent over you pick.
A poppy picking daisies
collecting wild beauty to accent your own.
Through the brush a voyeur
a ghost that watches and circles and loves
A warm wind blows your petals and leaves
A warm wind caresses and hugs
A voyeur watches and loves
A poppy picking daisies
Reprint Opt for Modern!!
FREE DIG THOROUGH TIME!
PLAY MORE ROUGE DECKS!
special thanks to sentimentgx4 for the sig
Pourquoi?
head floating in water
your darlings, your daughters!
lie sweetly, lay deeply
that dawning unknowing
all softness and kindness
post-oedipal blindness
brain swimming in ether
not good for the baby
brain pooling in fever
sleep before we're crazy
such openings widening
such beginnings biding
such floating half-madness
such lies and sadness
deceit, it will never be!
sickness, not ovaries
wish
all staring at everything -
wishing i'm dead so my friends and their families wouldn't be bothered by me -
my inability to live in society
this bled-out emotion surrounding me airlessly,
death by pure thought and my own pointless sophistry,
to just for one second just STOP -
and the next, not enough
just to stop
to stop
breathing and
living and
stress,
duress,
what exquisite less!
mine my heart from my body, my brain from the rest
neither deserves the other, one rotting, one blessed.
but is it the brain
or the body that's less?
arsenic, cyanide,
hemlock and strychnine,
thallium, ricin,
atropine, warfarin,
stop the lies, stop the din,
all at once, coming in
and eyes are full of death besides
but luckily the soul is wise -
it sees beyond my blindness and
forced failure makes a better guise,
so as i come again alive,
it feels like life's a decent plan