January 2009
33 posts
synchronize thoughts.
there’s a wall between you two made of relationship blocks. and if you really loved her, you’d make of yourself a paradox. because you love her, unselfishly you’d leave. but instead you stay and the game continues, lie and deceive. what started as earthly communion, is deteriorating to war, you’re hurting her, she’s hurting, it’s not the same as before. one...
my story.
my story is simple and disappointingly ordinary. i’m stubborn and proud, and very contrary. i damage quite easily but i’ll never show it. i could love you, i might hate you, but you’d never know it. i listen hard, and speak easy to conceal my stutter. the way i live life shows my state of mind; a messy clutter. i work hard, play easy, and drift through my days. i eat with my...
there's someone, not someone.
there’s someone out there for you, who will let you live the life you want, not barely supporting his own. someone who will always be by your side, not someone who can’t help but have to leave you alone. someone who’d listen and can afford your wishes, not someone who can only afford to wash the dishes. someone, who with a wave, can make problems disappear, not someone only good...
could we?
i like who i am when i’m with you, so could we stay together for a long time, please? we could write our thoughts, tie them to balloons to follow the breeze. i could stand by your side, you would fit into the empty space between my heart and my knees. i would wear sweaters to keep you warm, hell, you can have my sleeve for when you sneeze. i would be there when you’re in trouble, and...
phonetic energy.
heed me, heed me, listen to my words. i’m flooding your ears like animal herds. listen, listen, i will blow your mind. just give me a second, let my tongue unwind. my lines are gold, thrice refined. this is art and intellect, just combined. when i let loose, it’s like chaos confined. i demolish with ease, a controlled explosion. i keep my cool, like water frozen. my nerves are steady,...
frustrated.
i was frustrated today, beyond belief. swamped by sorrows, gorged on grief. my rationale banished, an order ordained. my anger inside could not be contained. but some part of myself held on in the wind. and forced my face into an awful grin. but that was a start, and that was enough. a little bit jagged, edges kind of rough, but with a polish and a shine, it became a smile divine.
happy endings.
without dirt and dust, there’d be no such thing as cleaning. without evil, good would have no meaning. so is it right to be wrong? good to be bad? would happy still be the same, if we didn’t have sad? lemonade wants for lemons, rainbows want for rain. so we need one, to have the other, so the balance will maintain. and living just means you are slowly dying, because without death,...
you idiot.
i’m not interested in anybody, i’m not that kind of guy. you can’t change my mind at all, no matter how hard you try. sure, she’s pretty, sure, she’s nice, and still, i really don’t care. no, i won’t give her a chance, and yes, it’s quite unfair. i’ve seen all your friends, and i’ve met them one and all. you were there each time,...
sometimes.
sometimes i really hate myself and how often i bite my lip, the fashion in which i say goodbye, the way i allow my tears to pass, and the path i chose to take to avoid it all.
sometimes i really hate the past and how much i try to rid of it, the fashion in which it penetrates my brain, the way i allow it to do so, and the path i chose to take to hold on to it all.
sometimes i really hate the...
remember me?
i am the gravel on which you trod. i am the steps that take you to places. i am the books that you’ve never opened. i am the penny that fell between the cracks. i am the people that you’ve lost sight of. i am the leftover bolt after you’ve nailed the lid down. i am the events that passed you by. i am the thing you run back for, just before you leave. i am the person that held the...
noah the fat cat.
lalalalallalalaallala there was a cat in a hat. he was hella fat. boom bbooom bboom. noah is a cat. so he must be fat! no no! more like PHATTTTT!!! =D !!!!!!
-by Rosa Lee
[me.]
lala, noah the fat cat couldn’t fit in the hat, so he sat on the hat, which quickly became flat. now it resembles a round mat, but it’s actually the flat hat that noah the fat cat sat on. boom tick...
puppetry.
i look up into the sky, and to see my puppeteer. hold my strings taut, if you please. better than clockwork, to be wound into motion. i’d rather be a puppet, to dance, a construct of wood and twine. never to move through a choice of mine, if you will. until one day my strings are cut, and i fall still.
how do you know when you've met the one?
it seems nobody has the time to wait for love. so you go out and pick someone not even worthy of. and your other half is left wondering, what did i do wrong? i’ve been patient for so long. maybe it’s just not meant to be, maybe i should just find anyone for me. then you realize your mistake, but what it took to learn from your mistake is crucial and as such, too late. gone, taken, too...
heavily.
heavily, i swallow the lies you concoct. because you have the key, and my heart has been locked. maybe you didn’t and maybe he did. maybe he didn’t, and maybe you slid. who’s to know, who to believe. when it all falls, you stay, and i must leave. how funny life is, one plus one, plus one, equals one all alone.
on journeying.
how to get used to living on dreams, taking the night apart by the seams. but life is a boat that must sail away, on the river of time that brooks no delay. so must we suffer what we must, what we must. our faith in the mast, while the rudder is our trust. in reaching destinations, impending and near, hold closely to memories and all you hold dear. pull up the anchor when it is due, and on the...
to poets it may concern.
i smile when i open my ears and hear insightful poetry, because it inspires and makes me lyrically bleed. it plants the seed for cultivation of the highest arts. brings the mind back to the point from which creativity starts. see artists are just poets that know it, and everyone else are just poets in the dark. we all have that light inside, poets just grow it from the spark. make your mark,...
lame & cute.
come lie on the freshly cut grass and cuddle with sunshine with our spy glass we’ll eat our caramel marshmallows and coco puffs and roll down the hill til we reach the bed of seraphs
-by Miss Muse
[me.]
and then the sunshine will rain on our parade, we’ll dance in the meadows and rest in the shade. with cotton candy fingers, and sweet honey oats, play in the land of...
two sides.
with this, i hope to show you that there are two sides to everything. to every picture, every person, every word. people might say one thing, and mean another, might mean something, but say nothing at all. so be careful where you step, be brave where you walk. wisdom in your judgments, confidence in your convictions. you must live like no one ever will, love like no one ever has. what i mean is,...
some little love.
do you see me, do you know who i even am? in your world do i exist? i could lose myself between the parallel creases on your wrist. i could drop into your eyes, sidestep into another plane. hold your hand, and ease your pain. i could never erase the stain on your soul, no one can. i wish i was there, when your life began. since i wasn’t, i can only promise from now ‘til sunset. from...
the natural order.
when young, we are the happiest at all times. as we grow, say mature, society introduces violence, apathy, malice. there is a continual frustration in our inability to provide solutions to problems, say reality. in subtle shadings, happiness is dirtied by knowledge of what really is. so the necessary course of action to remain sane is to enjoy the random and infrequent bouts of happiness we...
abduzeedo.
abduzeedo, abduzeedo, we mourn your passing today. but i know that in some golden fishbowl, you swim and playfully play. remember, if you please, as you live in your rainbow castle above, the girl who fed you with fishflakes, and smiles, and love. remember fondly please, the cat that loved you too. although i suspect, more than anything, he loved the idea of eating you.
thinkings.
you have no idea the thoughts that follow me around. they tiptoe through my dreams at night, without making a sound. then they pounce and tear, and wriggle their way into my brain. there they lie contentedly, and contentedly, they remain. they leave no mark or open wound, physically, there is no pain. they never demand, content to just complain. yet, from that point on, i’m never left alone....
this & that.
her hands shook with parkinson’s as she pushed mine away. but, grandma, i just want to help. she scooped out rice like she’s done hundreds, thousands, millions of times. her breathing labored, she refused my arm as she walked a hallway that has borne her footsteps for years. grandma, please. the fingers that massaged my sprained ankle when i was seven, trembled to pick up her...
wanderlust.
i wander unintentionally, in fear of taking root. i amble from place to place, in happiness’ pursuit. i have no place to stay, none will take me in. so i take life by the horns, with a yank, give it a spin. sometimes i land in comfort, and go for relaxing rides, other times i crash into muck and mess, that eat at my insides. each time, it’s a risky gamble, but risk is in all things....
to continue.
no one person should be so magnanimous as to take the blame for the glories of humanity. so four things must always come to pass. the wisdom to create, the compassion to understand, the hope to change, and the love to provide. thus, we continue. thus, we progress.
a piano without keys.
i know all good things must come to an end, but why did you have to go? we climbed to the top of mountains, journeyed through valleys, and you leave me on a plateau. there were good times, better times, best times, and the bad i don’t recollect. i met you with misgivings, but you proved me deliciously wrong. more than i’d expect. there’s more to experience together, many more...
guidelines for coexisting.
stop me on a street corner. take the time to greet another human being. be interested in the affairs of another soul. no, it will not make your life better. no, it will not brighten your day. but they will take the thought home, and hold onto it in moments of doubt. wear jackets, not to be warm, but so that you can offer it to someone who might be in need of a little bit of consideration. hold the...
end.
the incoherent language of the masses passes through my vertebrae. i rest my watch on the gilding of a building built in a certain way. it catches the light and warps it past the axis of symmetry. i lay to waste the many annals that constitute history. sand falls from broken hourglasses, a sentimental eulogy. my scalp splits at the seam, blood drains, so my mind is unfettered and free. with the...
unmake hell.
high, hold your head thus. like bread does, rise above the petty, ready for hills in every traveled road. build strength, ready for every heavy load. the heat of the sun toughens, the uneven path roughens, you. character is maintained by forging forth. trust is made in surging seas. appease others, and you serve no cause. bring peace to yourself, an eternal pause. remind your body who commands it....
ready yourself.
perfection personified is only achieved when all the flaws fall off and reveal a superior interior. this shell is a drearier exterior, do not assume and mistake. it will be the straw that breaks the tiger’s meal. contribute to nature’s retribution; breathe. conceive impossible in a mental crucible, slice and rip the fabric of a drop. bring your thinking to another plane, descend down...
immigrant & interpreter.
I had only just burned my passport and set all my postage stamps aflame when this madwoman appears in my bed
She moves like a language—- foreign accents rolling off her sinuous curves onto my grateful skin replacing my vocabulary
But I am too much of a fool to be anything but speechless
The next morning I awake in a new country and now nobody understands the words that leave my lips
-by Dizzy
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i'm going to do it.
plead my case, let me be judged. call out the jury, let my reputation be smudged. i’ve ceased to care, i’ve come out of hiding. the dice is thrown, and on it, all is riding. this is my last gamble, bet’s all in. load the bullets, give the chambers a spin. taking the plunge, testing depth with both feet, jumping in the fire, and savoring the heat. i’m going to do it.
wait a...
passerby.
i wish i could help, but circumstances warranted that i could not help. i know, i too hate the me that you see. i wanted to, i yearned. but i could only give you a back turned. you don’t understand, why i couldn’t just lend a helping hand, so you glare. that’s fair. i deserve it, that’s the truth. the world’s on fire, but i’m in my own phone booth. i’m...
