Saved By Selfless Belt

It’s always in the back of my mind

In the stack of vines

Divine

SO kind…

But not of mine

 

It’s an artifice so wise…

SO wise that even the skies divide before you arrive

 

No mystery of whom – or what I speak of

Or reach above

Or teacup…

THAT piece is bugged

 

Forever stuck in a numb-minded ruck

Buffalo Grass, neatly tucked

 

But whose niche is but a glitch?

I..

Lay and twitch…

As I wait for your ways to switch

Not to mention that every stitch is your wish

 

And every dish is washed by blood and moss

Nature’s cross isn’t dried with a cloth

 

But, with a belt instead

I take the books and feed my head

With only a plan, plan, plan to be dead..

Then resurrected by the peoples’ voices

 

The frequencies summon my soul in another body

Therefore, when it gets cloudy…

You must not allow your mind to get rowdy.

 

Silent viper… wear your belt.

 

 

 

 

 

Dream of Cupcakes

Not equal.

It’s an uneven proportion

And iron is in these halls

Irony in the very same hallway…

 

Fore it was where we – I held on

And now it’s where you don’t lose track of my questionnaire

I divide into your sleep during a lighter midnight

 

I’ve taken the cupcakes you’ve baked

I’ve finally come over

It’s fair now

You’re a metal and are losing now…

 

iT’sAlLiNyOuRmInD

How am I supposed to know what’s right or wrong?

I’m living life just as everyone else

But everyone else – you – you’re all as nothing

And everything being nothing makes energy as everything

Thus, since everything is energy, everything is nothing

 

Without motion

Without emotion

We cannot move

 

It’s my turn and I cannot go

Because I am parked in the parking-lot by the park

I’ll be taking aim shorty

At the pork, but please, you’ll have to be patient

 

Surgery is….

 

Illogical

Contradictory

History

It’s illiteracy

It’s all in your mind.

 

Curiousity Killed “The”

This was a piece I wrote a few months ago in my English class when I fell in love with my ex. Although I knew the relationship would fail, I didn’t want to let go because of the feelings I had for her….

 

This right here is a recuperation test

This piece is intended to see if my work really ran dry

But, instead of a poem, I chose to rant in poetic format

 

Today was a better day

Yesterday, mental stress was imposed upon me

Today, it is more physical

 

My stomach stings

Nausea tempts the nearby trashcan

I don’t know where it is, however

It’s probably by Ms. Walker’s desk

Or by the homework trays

 

Well, now, it seems to be a pressure in my chest

Is it the lack of rest or the mucus accounting for the cough?

Either way, it is uncomfortable and annoying

 

On the other hand, I plan to tell her that I’m in love

Again, I am in love… but I’m more than prepared to tell

Fully prepared

I really do mean it

 

It seems like a win or lose situation, still

My aim is to win her heart

If I am to lose, than forever we’ll be apart

I most certainly don’t want things to come to this

Maybe this purple-bat ring will verify the marriage

 

That is, if I even get to see her

 

I’ll be waiting in the spot…

Waiting for you to come…

 

I L-L-L…

This is my saddest attempt to try something new

The line before really was written in cursive

I was simply trying to spice up my day; to try something new

But it didn’t really help – it even hurt a little bit

Nothing is new, and my poetry runs dry

It was destiny for me to be insane, I can see it in the sky

No time to rhyme, nor reason to express; zero consent

I wonder how many feel this

Rather, how many care?

You may read, but can you hear?

I go… nowhere

Just like that, my mood flips and turns

And upon my return, muy mind rejects concern

My mistake is, where, where

Who’s there?

You, there

Truth-slayer

Tooth-decayer

Why did you bring me to you lair?

I’ve always given you my all – my robe, even my hair

This is, is so, so unfair

Lost in word

Infrastructure in smile, congruent to tile

Thought is vile, but only for a little while

So smile; so sorry, I’m running out of room on the page

Which means an idea will too, give birth

I guess this is my finale for the night

I L-L-Love you and that’s that to say

Your name, your aim is to burn by the flame

Your game, is to be played until the end of days

I’m out of words

Thank you

 

My Dearest Florist

My dearest, dearest florist,

You already know that I want nothing less for you than to flourish in your forest.

You are as sweet as those soothing petals which you have laid by my bedside.

Their gentle aromas, they continue to keep me at ease.

I must admit, I was angry before you plucked the limbs from that dreaded flower…

Now…

Now that it is no more…

I can safely drift into your enchanted gardens with the insurance of tranquil sanctity.

No pressure, there is.

Not for you, for these black petals which you have picked just for me, or for me.

My sweet, sweet florist…

My words… they cannot gratify what you’ve done.

What you’ve done for me is something that I couldn’t have even dreamed about.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

 

M% Ten-Percent

This sleek glass, oh how it slices through my flesh with ease

The painted salvation, it calms my mind

It leaves my body at peace

 

I dig canals all around just to designate

A worthless pizza-purpose

Which is baked with hate

 

Red, red hats are red in my head

My head is red.

 

Monkey SEE, mONKEY dO

One

Backwards eyelids

Shut

Two at a time

Shoe at a shine

Scratch my style

Hurry up and take your time

A sure impulse

Stand away, you cannot do as monkeys

 

Leave my pen without its head

Ink my clothes

My pockets

Cause commotion

Ends

Connections

Inky eyeballs seek attention

 

The stormy night will not be remembered in the morning

Without the sun’s light, water is turned into market

I just might chill; it’s no surprise

That I’ve realized your lies, I waste nothing more

 

Asthma, asphyxiated by the smoke

Burn through the throats

The un-holiest grails are sought by vaporized hope

The ordinary

 

Extraordinary, as long as my chin is spontaneous

Not combustible, my brown tail wiggles

And giggles, I nEED tHE yELLOw pEELS.

Because I trust the greatness

 

The world is my playground

Our playground

Let’s make it last

Life is too short and we live too fast

 

 

Wind Children

A message to those who cannot read with their hearts

I’m there to wash away the bondage

I can only hear your breath because I was the one who took it away

Not breathless because of my deeds, no

But by my absence of action

I could hear your gentle voice for a while

I chose to ignore, but please, understand my reasonings

What I didn’t do was because of what you did

And what you did was what you didn’t do

We’re both playing a childish game

Hmph, but I win

 

Malicious Key and Blade

Is the a must?

Nor so and it flows this crust

Let it the am a what river, you are

So far, but WHY is the true to bar?

Sense is as but represents who are, me they are

Me, me, me the so it does more than can come

Or if it am, then so can where they do cannot go

Just go if letting is setting a know, a fact to go and let

But forget that the is that and understands what I am

I am a word, or two

But do as a can of span for you