truth

Selection

Folder: 
Simple Thoughts

"Too many choices,

and not enough time to

taste every one,

but I'll attempt to.

 

It's more fun, personally,

to stuff as much into one night,

and aren't we all experts

at indulgence, anyway?

 

So tonight, 

I'll take the whiskey,

and the burger,

and the key lime pie,

hold the crust.

 

No, that doesn't make sense,

but I'm not here to make the right decision,

just many of them,

and this is the first few of a long slew.

 

Oh, yes,

decisions, decision,

let's start with the apple pie soda,

the chocolate peanut butter porter,

wait, what?!

 

They make beer in that flavor?

Yes, I just downed one,

and I'll have another,

but make it the coffee stout.

 

Carried away, or carried out,

that's what I want,

let's make these next few hours full of nonsense,

like the words of a poet

 

with too many selections

about what his night will be.

Who he will share it with,

what he will it,

 

what his story will be the next morning,

and how true it will ring.

We select to lie

or live with integrity intact.

 

Meaning,

tomorrow will have a short story,

with no real end or point,

except one being that there are,

 

in retrospect,

a selection of lives

we can live.

But is it good to live

 

more than one?

Some say to pick one,

become one,

as common sense would dictate,

 

that would compel one

to master one

lifestyle. Yet,

isn't the jack of all trades

 

a card most want in their deck?

Let me be the Jack,

you can be the Queen,

and let's leave the King behind.

 

Play your cards right,

and you'll be selection tonight,

but be sure to not choose suit,

I'm no Jack of Hearts.

 

Spades, rather."

Author's Notes/Comments: 

More ramblings.

Truth of me

I'm not in control, I'm not your only heart beat. I'm scared of what the future may hole. Will I be there when you have the other in your arms, or will I fade away in to the shadows. I love with all my heart, I fear with all my soul. When will I have control over my fears and my tears.

 

It scares me to think of a life without you, a life of no sun and a red moon. With you gone there would be no rhime, no reason, no time of season's. Just darkness over my mind and pleags of death on my soul. I will never lose you, that's what you say, well tell the voice that you will stay. They will not lessen, they will not stop, there's nothing I can do but bottle up. You want me open, it causing more harm then good, just let me die slowly, I really wish you would.

 

I know you won't my gallant knight, I know you'll fight for me so deep in my night. But this demons have no shape no form, they with cut you open with out a knife and leave you in a storm. I don't know how to fix what the voices and I have broken, the trust gone it was stolen and undone. I want to turn back time to when we first meet, so you can feel the passion you once felt. Wish I was enuff to make the passion new, wish I was stronger then I am. A life time of pain and broken hearts is what I carry, the scares are to deep for the words "I won't" to carry. 

 

They are why people leave me, they are why I was alone, they are why I bottle, they hurt the ones I love though me.

Truthful Tears

Folder: 
Just a thought!

Teardrops of sorrow have glistened our eyes

Droplets of dissapointment, seep out in cries

Stains of regrets leaving trails down our cheek

Emotions inside us, welling up till they leak

Some happy, some sad, the tears are the same

They may carry on, if feelings remain

We wipe them and hide them and cover our cries

But truth can't hide, from the tears in our eyes'


Author's Notes/Comments: 

"Truthful Tears"

My Shortest Poem

Folder: 
Personal

Isn't.

 

My proudest moment, 

barely remembered.

 

Washed away, 

like the hundreds of recruits 

who washed out of bootcamp. 

Yet I got Company Honorman? 

 

The idea, phenomenal, 

but reality makes it irrelevant, 

it means nothing now,

save something to be poked fun of. 

 

Like so many other things, 

my refusal to bend, my refusal to break, 

but my lack of learning from my mistakes, 

I suppose I should't be surprised. 

 

You got to own up to the life that you pass, 

if you don't it may be your last

time to consider some poeple friends. 

Many friends, 

 

aren't. 

More like people hoarders, 

social media changing me into a caricature of who I really am, 

this my own fault. 

 

My fantastic life, 

isn't. At all, 

far from it. 

Though, I do indeed enjoy

 

not putting my discontent out

in the public eye, 

for others don't need to see that.

Nor do they want to.

 

Let the gift of Love,

which I actually DO believe in, 

lead my way about town. 

Though I wander, 

 

I am not lost. 

A lie, that isn't. 

But other things, 

like when I claim I don't feel sad, 

 

can be. Lonely,

I shouldn't feel, 

surrounded constantly with friends. 

But alone is where I retreat to every night. 

 

Just to wake up to rush 

back to the folks who accept my presence,

the vibe that I don't fake, 

but make others skeptical.

 

'Is he really so happy?'

'Is he really so cool?'

'Is he really all these things?'

No.

 

Well, sometimes. 

Let the wave push me down, 

let the street lead the way, 

let the Sun be chased. 

 

The Sun? Now that I'm sure of. 

Let it rise, 

come above the hillside. 

Let the light come. 

 

'Is the Sun really so bright?'

'Is it really always shining?'

'Is it really so warm?'

Yes, 

 

and I guess I am too.

Well, sometimes.

Just like this short poem. Which, 

isn't."

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A little back and forth today. Ish.

Love’s fate

 

 A girl I met a match in heaven,

 More dark as me could be no better than my old lucky number seven.

Our lives started so grand the faults so small,

Being without each other just makes my skin crawl.

The people came against us one by one,

As every year that past we became that much strong.

Almost seven years now under our belt,

When she is not drinking she makes my heart melt

To wake every morning her face I first see.

The feelings in my heart larger than the sea.

To realize after time I have choices make,

 These choices so hard that will certainly control our fate


Written by,  Rob Casteel

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Clear Persuasion

Need you to satiate the insecurities

cast them away

for a day 

of emotional purity

when I need self-obscurity

forget the cards I was dealt

I need that sparkly clear persuasion to hide me from myself...

wake up and get a hold of that sparkly clear persuasion

on my way to school...need incentive for misbehaving...

have a couple of projects...a couple of teachers strictly grading

all I need to forget...is some sparkly clear persuasion...

can't live without you...i'm most alive when you're running

hot through my veins

all my facades are torn away...

all the walls

installed 

atop my personality

are torn down....and what's left is the raw, naked me

naked but happily so...

basic...no complexity 

like my descendants centuries 

ago

for one beautiful night....life is nothing but a dream...

loving everyone..and everyone loving me...

i need that sparkly clear persuasion...to do it's tasty magic..

in order for me

to be the epitome

of love and compassion

it's a very sad display

of insincerity that's been hammered into my mind and deeply ingrained...

in my mental make up.....can't return to my roots...

cause I need that sparkly clear persuasion to remember the truth.

 

Rollercoaster

Life has a habit of beating one down

From any highs that it happens to throw your way

It’s indeed like a roller coaster

With highs and lows and 

Unexpected loops 

And different

Speeds

Some 

Flip you upside-down

While others 

Do not

Except in life when the tracks come down

From a peak that makes you feel 

Like you’re on top of the world

It throws you into the ground

Makes you pick up the pieces and rebuild

Before the next peak

Which, just like a roller coaster

Is over far too soon

 

To be properly enjoyed.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Hello esteemed reader

I am always looking to better my writing and thus urge anyone who reads this to let me know what they think about it

Cheers,

T.

I am not an Egotist

I’m not an egotist,


Like the speaker,


In “Song of Myself”,


I’d rather be a transcendentalist.


 

I’d like to be taught,


By Mother Nature,


Since this is the best way,


To nurture each thought.


 

But when it comes to your love,


I forget the words above!

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Apothecary

Located  deep within the bounteous and 
fruitful Ambrosia of my medullas' oblongata,
resides my naked imagination 
  -Feast you on my Dreams 
and tighten your meaty fist
around your delicate golden spoon.
 -Inflame you on my embers
your passion 
purged like the immortal icor
now webbing through your dry veins..
Till the sapless shroud collapses
and scatters into the dry desert sand.

a blind and thoughtless tongue
forages recklessly across
your chin..
the last drop
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