Thoughts

Listen...........

Listen…………..

Walking down a blissful memory lane,

Figuring out what’s there to tame.

Reminiscing every piece of cane,

Love still lingers with no shame.  

 

Draw your ear a little bit close,

Sounds of sadness worthy to note.

Clear silence hollow down the hose,

Settling the loudness through its force.

 

Through this silence hold me near,

Longing to feel your touch with no tear.

Craving each minute to be so dear,

Time runs out with no steer.

 

Sweet little nothings to fathom every day,

Craving to hear your voice and not to drift away.

Closing my eyes, I kneel down and pray,

Pleading dear lord to forever let you stay!

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Lines running through my mind on Valentine's day for a special person close to my heart. 

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Stella

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Just For Fun

Like a star shining above

So you see the earth unlike others

A special insight into humanity

A breath of fresh air to poetry

 

Should a thought cross your path

Like a comet in the ether

You set it fully ablaze

With your fiery pen and pad

Insomnia

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Just For Fun

With night comes thoughts into my mind

Philosophically broad and deep

Why do I sit here counting fireflies

When I should be fast asleep?

 

What if Atlas shrugged

And Prometheus lied?

Enkidu lived

And Gilgamesh died?

Horus instead had been fried?

Anubis a coward who'd always hide?

 

What if we're all dead inside

And stay that way because of pride?

 

What is the difference between apples and oranges?

Why are patients so afraid of syringes?

Why must something go up, and then down

Why do the wealthy always seem to frown?

 

What I'm trying to say

I must protest

Whilst I stutter

And give it my best

That life is all-in-all a test

To live or die beyond our rest

 

Rest, rest, I wish I could

And if I could, I surely would

Some peace and quiet, I must confess

Would surely give this brain a rest

Stillness

I will walk beside you all the time,

Sharing my life with arms open wide……

Treasuring tender loving memories of you,

Hoping this stillness would rapidly fade through.

 

May you have all courage,

May you have the greatest strength……

To rest back up again on your feet,

Conquering the great mountains, with the highest creed.

 

 

A cherished memory silently lingers,

How you felt my hair, run through masculine fingers…….

Battling the long silence with deepest emotions,

True love flows with no insincere formations.

 

A lonely heart that silently hurts,

Craving for the blissful love that solemnly burns……

Counting the days for the quite escape.

To surrender in open arms to boundlessly celebrate.

 

Travelling this life’s long journey,

Longing for sheer happiness and not a mere story.

Seal my eyes to realize our hearts unwind….

Innocent souls laid in a world of manly unkind….!

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Sexual Minds and Their Demise

You can be the most handsome man, the most gorgeous woman...but if you can't bring anything to the table beyond aesthetics, there's going to be a problem. We're told to idolize one dimensional people with fake body parts and personalities; that our shells should be dazzling, or we're worth naught.  
 
We're force fed skewed beliefs then vomit them on various platforms.  Perfectly trained to let media do our thinking for us; lobotomize free will and replace it with a television. Stay in line, or maybe revolt. Follow the leader. Simon says boycott, Simon says riot, but just enough to anger to other side. Just enough to ever fuel the fire of division. Simon says. 
 
My god. 
 
 
Put down your phone and talk to me about the cosmos. The overwhelming enormity of the Galaxy. Pick my brain about the utterly faulty way we go about dating now, and how commitment has become a dirty word.
 
Let's discuss books- better yet, let's read the same one, separately, then come together and discuss it! An actual book. A novel. The kind that you don't have to turn on or charge, but requires a hand to turn a page, and imagination to create a minds eye movie of the authors tale. 
 
Genuine thinkers and creative minds are in scarily low supply these days. I'm not just talking about men- this is a PSA to anyone who will listen. You can have rock hard abs, the most reblogged thigh gap on Tumblr, whatever it is that society has told you makes you relevant and defines your worth-- but I'm here to tell you it's a complete farce.
 
 
If someone combs your mind and all they find is regurgitated Kim K quotes, or Scott Hermans diet plan, (paired with a handful of dust bunnies), then I'm sad for you. It all means nothing. Sure, there's nothing wrong with a rockin bod with great definition and striations, or 'the perfect fishtail braid', but offer something more. Be real. Be YOU. The things you pin on Pinterest don't define who you are as an individual- you do. THAT'S who I want to know. That's how you'll leave your mark on what's rapidly becoming a carbon copy society. Intelligence is sexy. Individuality is sexy. Creativity is sexy. Being who you are, regardless of media and societal pressures....
 
 
That's fucking sexy. 

Home

 

Back to back the night replays, 

Sitting here with a bottle called decay

 

And we’ve got the depression scented incense 

Sitting in a circle, wondering why it makes no kind of sense

Why I'm dwindling to live or live and suffer on the fence

 

I got fed up and left the room 

Went outside, tried to escape all that gloom

But what I found next was even worse, just rumors of doom

 

I visited this house I called home, but I’m not on the lease,

It all sounds so familiar, got the corpse of me laying there on center of the floor while you feast 

Got it displayed over there like an art piece 

Act like it was the true me, as if I was already deceased

 

But I’m still here, on the same broken couch, still sitting here 

You ignore me, go on, take another beer

Am I invisible? Do I not exist to you!?

Every part of me, debatable, divisible, that’s what you called only true.

I just want to find a breakthrough

And just like you, it never mattered, no matter what I do.

Just like you, 

 

It feels like an eternity since I left, I never cared to say goodbye 

All these broken objects still here, and I never understood why

But as I grew up, I know now, I know, it’s how you expressed to cry
The broken objects are a physical mental wall you built to hide
Broken and unwanted, justlike you,now I know, throwing it out was hard to decide

          

But you didn’t wanna outright say

You felt your own blood was a source of your betray

Leave the family, it’s better, leave them astray

Let her stay there, let her lay 

With all her demons she keeps at bay

 

I know now, your mind

Deteriorated

Dementia kissed you on the cheek and made us her kind

And like you I met her too, I became contaminated 

We are only moved by the broken blinds

Forever Unanimated 

 

You worship this building and every hole in the wall

Hide insecurity, and all that was spoken, ignore another call.

Put duct tape over the mess, and defend it all 

I wanted to ask, when did you begin this journey just to fall? 

 

 

I should leave before the sickness drives me mad

And just like you I close the door 

Until next time, dad

I close the door, and leave the past on the broken, dirty floor.

But unlike you, I must defeat what you couldn’t

The thing like me that you always avoid, the tainted inner core

 

 

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Imprints

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2017

Will you write when I’m gone?

 

I listen to all the noise you’ve caused inside of me.

I only know part of what I’ve done to you.

If I leave will your words follow me?

 

It doesn’t seem that impossible.

 

But as soon as that sentence ends

I am walking

I see you

on every corner.

 

Every Rubik’s cube,

every blanket,

every beat.

 

Your imprints on me.

 

I close my eyes.

 

The words will stay.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 12/22/17

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The Bouttonniere and Corsage

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Poems

I'm walking by a place,

A place that has lost its reason to walk by.

Now I look at it with a somber face and a heavy heart.

I do recall the times i was here,

the joy and cause I had to visit here.

But its not those reasons that make me low.

Not the nostolgiac talks or even the cause of the past that weighs on my soul.

It is the joy of then, and lack of it now that brings me low.

The smiles that were, the smiles that aren't and smiles that could have been

The smiles that could have been.

 

Now instead I walk falsely,

to make light of what weighs heavy.

To make light of what weighs heavy.

I hold my head a little higher, stand a little straighter,

work a little harder; work a little too hard.

Joke a little more, laugh a little louder and smile,

Smile a little too much.

To make light of what weighs heavy at the place I'm walking by.

What Could've Been

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Poems.

Just sipping my tea,

Trying not to think about what could be,

In an attempt to handle my anxiety.

 

I look too far into the future,

Instead of spending more time just being here.

 

I do my best to be more aware,

of my thoughts and feelings that like to cause despair.

 

It's an every day struggle trying to let things be,

I try not to compete to control the outcome of these happenings,

My patience, though, often wavers in the face of the.

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