Candle Finger

Social digits make no difference

The mark on my head controls the seasons

And the air

And the fire

And there is no denying.

 

No other, so who am I?

Like others, I listen to the wind weep on my window

On my shoulder, I observe

On my final nerve.

 

I wonder who’s knocking

Because there is no door.

I wonder who’s counting

Because my time here is no more.

 

 

That Dude Eddie Recites The “Janitor” on His Vlog

Hey guys, I took your suggestions into consideration and recited my first poem! WOOT WOOT! You can also feel free to simply read it bellow the video if you dont feel like looking at me.

Without further ado, here is The “Janitor”. Hope you enjoy it along with my randomness. Let me know what you guys think.

That Dude Eddie, The “Janitor”

The Janitor

Oh, the soil stakes as so, but fertility is excuse
The shovel cannot dig deeper into my skull fore there is no bone
Sweeper of weeps, my teeth grow long
So sure. To plea, after paying soul-less toll
Mirror-youra-forever-alone
Count the speckles of dust after drawing your final death
But, without a surgeon’s touch, you can only do so much…
What you need is a steady state of mind
You need to focus your time on spiritual growth
And be divine, fore love is the only way – the only oath
All you can do is hope….

Soap…

Please don’t forget to share.

Peace and Love.

 

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…

 

Bushes of Garble

The kisses on the pavement are noted with faint blackness

Because I warn of these speckles as they begin to bare color

A, um, application of lids is summoned under lids, the eyes

They are grotesque monstrosities, these visible marks of concern

The blackness is coming and it will consume existence

However, perception is deception – I await here, without consciousness

I’m pondering in a pond of fiber as the night grows thick

The ash coat is even tickled by luminous reflections

Society will be swallowed by roaches

These roaches are only visible to the lifeless lenses of positioned cameras

Not media

No media

No mind

Not mine

About, mmm, two or four or three or more scores

I’m torn by the hangers, by the anger from a stranger

My life is danger and my brain is unstable

Keep your distance, darkness

 

 

 

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

 

Island of Pieces

As I pick up my heart’s pieces, I drop a few from my clutched hands

They fall to the desolate concrete next to my toes and shatter more

Once they’ve plummeted to their destination, they rip as heated glass and scatter across the floor

I realize that all I touch breaks

In response to this realization, I break a sweat from my left eye

The right then mirrors the left and the result is me being left in a puddle

The salty puddle grows arms and legs

I am isolated, alone, on an island surrounded with sharp debris

I’m now alone with my tears and the broken shards of my heart and mind

 

This isn’t something unusual, however

It is more common than the eyes can see

And sight is something that drops of rain take for granted on a regular basis

The tears blur my vision, so I’m forced to listen

I hear the steady rhythm in my ill–fated chest

I also hear my mind address its conflicted circumstances

 

Mr. Mind begins to argue with Dr. Heart

They refuse to comprehend what each tongue has to communicate

My mind then storms from my body out of absolute anger and confusion

The heart is left to weep as it seeks a resolve now

This doctor is now without a patient, or rather, without anyone at all

No one is there to aid or even save

He, too, is alone

But, since Mr. Mind is trapped on the island, he second-guesses his choice to leave

He realizes that his decision is unwise and reconsiders

 

Mr. Mind then approaches the soon to be hypocritical doctor

The mind apologizes with sincerity, but the heart doesn’t care one bit

Dr. Heart is now the chief of malpractice

The heart grows wicked with hatred and rejects the mind

Mr. Mind is now a victim to the blackness of Dr. Heart

The mind is lost

The heart… is lost

 

Dr. Heart then visits his seeds in the sea to say a final goodbye

Mr. Mind begins looking for a way to leave the island

 

Obnoxious Osmosis

They say to be careful with whatever you do

But all I ever wanted in my heart was an image of you

Your luscious skin accounts for lustful sins

There is no amount required to win, but…

But this is my heart’s bitter end

 

Please be my friend because all I’ve ever had was foes…

When we used to eat ketchup and count our toes

Now I’m wearing blue bath-robes instead of clothes

This was the premeditation of invoice

An envious mind is the source of a thin choice

 

I appoint two faces of a numbered beast

The razors will rip and carve through teeth

They will haunt the same shape

They will scavenge the wickedness until light decreases

No premonitions of rest nor peace, yet only stress in pieces

 

All to it a stench of clearly rippled units

Fall, the crew is hit

Feel the bombs as they pursue your ship

Is that why?

If only you could reply…

 

Must it be brought up more?

This is the reason for madness

For three months I’ve been consumed by sadness

Over time, my flesh grew cold and began to shatter

 

Please lend me a sign

I sauce yet another time

A piece of mind shouldn’t be this hard to find

When you’re mine, I promise there will be no reason to rewind

 

The Grass is Greener

Lord, this is my best method of communication

I cannot focus in tongue as I’m growing numb

Is this Your test or evil at its best?

These words, Lord, they fall upon deaf ears

The thoughts are clear, but these letters always seem to disappear

When she’ s near, You know who, as to no clue

But her name and Your name are heard in vain

Trials were designed to shun my shine

At times, but always gives me lines to climb

Gray lines are seen as silver-platter ladders

Heavy steel is fatter and chrome roams to the splatter

Blood on these streets

Blood on these hands

Mud on these sheets

You wont’ understand

Deals are under hand

Night-night, night – I gave you my bowl

The stories are old, but you know what was foretold

The beats cease when it’s time to clean the ducts of defeat

Suggest and action and I will partake

Send me a sign so I know that You care

I know You do, but my naturalism needs a reminder

I was forced to disfigure the solitudes in confinement

A prayer can be heard from the quietest of voices

We’re given choices to help guide us to Your appointment

You know what I mean

Once more, folding of knee

I still beg for a better day, just show me the way

I’d do as You say, but please, may the love stay?

Okay, this is my conclusion

I’ll follow the light; always winning and never losing

I take your wings, green dragonfly

To greener grasses, we fly