sleep is natural
sleep is necessary
sleep is wanted
sleep is desired
deeep is wierd
devep is unnatural
devap is not sleep
devart is devious
My fight with a flyOkay, I just had an experience that reminded me of a struggle recently displayed on deviantart between some dude and a blue shirt (fuzzydemon made a comic about it) here it goes:
Enter a dark bathroom. What startles you the most? Me, a fly that whizzes by my ear. I turn on the light and see a fly that dwarfs any normal fly. It is so fat that I truly believe it was stopping frequently just to catch its breath.
Now me being the gentle type refused to just rip off a piece of toilet paper and squish the little bugger (and believe me, it wasn't that hard. An elephant could sneak up on this thing. So me being the ingenious type, I try to find anything that could be a temporary jail. I find my sister's soap-box-whatever and make my move. As I suspected an easy catch.
Now if this were just a regular soap box, I probably would have released the fly outside, but it had a transparent top and it oddly attracted the idea of shaking the box to see the fly's reaction. So I give it a little shake and
There is nothing more devastating
Than losing a loved one
Knowing that you will never
Hear their voice again
Or feel their touch, or see them smile
It's heart breaking
Time is a powerful thing
One that is forever
Time takes everything
And makes it it's own
They say that time
Heals all wounds
Time only created more scars
As the ones that it caused before
Begin to heal
To lose a loved one
Is a tragedy all in its own
But don't be sad
You will see them again
Because while time takes everything it can
Will take you too.
Time takes everything
And eventually it even takes you.
Daddy's PoemHer hair was up in a pony tail,
her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school,
and she couldn't wait to go.
But her mommy tried to tell her,
that she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
if she went to school alone.
But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say. What to tell her classmates of why he wasn't there today.
But still her mother worried,
for her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
she tried to keep her daughter home.
But the little girl went to school
eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees;
a dad who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
anxious in their seats
One by one the teacher called a student from the class. To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed.
At last the teacher called her name,
every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
for a man who wasn't there.
"Where's her daddy at?"
she heard a boy
It's sadIt's sad,
How people lock themselves up,
In their own little world.
We lie to ourselves,
Say that everything's alright,
We wear the mask,
And act the part,
And say it's all part of the show.
We live in boxes,
See in darkness,
And speak in lies.
I't's our world
That we live in,
Why should it change?
the world doesn't need beauty sleepmother earth is pregnant;
her curves yawn -
molasses stretches of dark,
dank night freckled with
i yearn to rest in the cradle
that the small of her back
the roads untangle like
veins unto her skin
after being held so long
in the fist of pre-dawn.
drunk in slumber, red-eyed,
beautiful - morning will
come yet, the small child
born in the rafters of
but before her date,
mother earth shifts in her sleep,
love settling in the wing
of her hip -
exhaustion dilutes her blood,
consciousness touches her golden
shoulder on his way out the door.
WriterI am a scientist;
Pinning down ideas
preserving them in
their fragile beauty
as I take away their freedom,
I am a parasite;
sucking the soul out
of music and leaving it
a hollow shell
that plays like
the noisy silence in
I am a thief;
taking what is not mine,
the world around me,
and pouring it into
a mould that
I claim is
I am a blasphemer;
playing God in a
sacred place, changing
the world to my
liking when the orchestra
is not under my
I am a liar;
selling false havens
to lonely runaways,
giving them a glimpse
of a world more glamorous,
more fantastic than their own,
smiling as I snatch it
from under their noses
while they thank me
for my crime.
I am a slave;
hanging in a
with the language I choose,
caving to its rules
when I draw in
smears of its
I am a writer
these are my vices.
This is a poemThis is a poem.
It's full of lines,
and goes with a meter,
rhyming of words of course
and contains more than you think.
So much thought
is going into this poem
to many words
and so many emotions
that it's almost hard
for the poet
to capture it in a few words.
This poem has a deep meaning
that you will feel is just out of your grip
and it shall be misheard and misread in its time.
For now though,
this is just a poem
that is full of rhythm
and words too big to pronounce.
This is a poem,
full of words
This poem is just words on a paper
that are meant to make you think.
Can you feel the love,
or the hate, or even the fear,
in this poem?
This is a poem,
with a simple repeating line
that is just meant
to make you think.
HeartmindWe lost electricity on the night you left me
and I spent the night curled up against the rain,
drinking in the slack of damp green winds
in our treasured driftwood home of mist.
I had to come to think of time
as a medium and my thoughts as
imperfect and cursive. It was a wrinkled medium,
a mediocrity of sunken breath: words condensing
into droplets that so contorted my teary lenses
that I couldn't tell that you were turning towards me
with a sound, the sound a book makes
when its leaves are rustled against the grain.
Tonight my body lingers on the edge of the ocean
like a gasp; New Jersey's throaty highways
bear my rosefelt thoughts and I can't miss them
like I miss the cradle of the river,
like I miss the firm grip of the circular,
like I miss the existential faith we had in nature
and her artistic lover to take us home.
tetanus shot of the rainbow.i saw you in one of the slides of my viewfinder toy today.
you were the red sweater that i spent 7 months knitting,
the tomorrow that refused to come because
its seams were sewn shut,
but i spent yesterday seeing your reflection in the sun.
i burnt my eyes out, but none of it mattered because
i didn't need eyes to listen
to the canaries singing inside my ribs. they sang
'he loves, he loves you not, he loves you, he's
you're gone. you're no longer in front of me;
you're inside my veins, playing bumper cars
with my arteries. i felt the collision when
i was eating plates off of a styrofoam cookie,
hiding under a tortoise's shell. you are
the greens in the parachute that closes and
opens, you are the closed restaurant with the
terrible food, you are the closed oyster boy.
i cracked open your shell but there was never a pearl;
only a mess of worms eating away whatever was left of your heart.
i made chalk from your powdered bones and wrote
'i thought you were white, like bright lights
Things you never forget.You never forget:
Your first day of school.
Your first boyfriend.
Your first kiss.
Your first date.
Your first time.
Your wedding day.
The day you graduated.
The day your child was born.
The day you did something amazing.
The day you get hired.
The day you get fired.
The day you got recognized.
The day your dog died.
The day you cried at a sappy movie.
The day you did something stupid.
The day you had fun.
The day you didn't care.
The day you wanted to die.
The days you were happy.
All these things happen.
Things that you will never forget.
You might not remember all the details or the date
But you remember what's important.
These things that you never forget
Always have the biggest impact on who you are.