Gord
2026-07-27 01:51 pm
Fuck me, then hold me tight, Trust, as in the form of twine, Money, in the former tides. Naked, in my clothes of pride, Closed an eyelid, time passes, I feel I'm running out of line, How can i tell you I am dying? Nothing gives me solace, Honey, as in for the flies, Envy, in the form of desire, Already in the poem writer, Nothing leads sorrowful eyes.
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Gord
2024-10-01 12:19 am
Blue, vampire bat, I feel like that at times, Lies about my fangs, Silver metallic, Azul and cyan, Tired, of sky high tricks. I guess that's why I am, Grown men cry, surely, But then grown men die, Weapons about their side. Head held high, my friend, Surely, we will meet again, No shame in dying to a man. Right? Azul and cyan, In sake of blue, give me white. Am I doomed, to be a beast? Who bites? Well, then why alongside them, Question the carmine reds? All I want is life, beyond that, Perhaps azul and cyan.
Gord
2024-06-06 03:48 am
Dieting, and sex, paying rent. Isn't life grand? Just as they said. Like a rack, stack or chip: Being colloquial, bland, rich. Is like a fantastic black ship, Which sits in the harbour, Hoping to be used, again... Oh, and add two dots to the end, Again, she just hopes for the best. White like her dress, amen. White like her skin, and intents, Alight in her eyes, that intensity, Dying, like her teeth and her hair... Oh, and white like the porcelain, She sees when she retches. White like the faces of relatives. Aegean, sing fool-speak to the masses. Queen, think, but don't deceive Ophelia, A mask would only cover your features, Despite your sweetness, we see the madness. So scratch at your hands, the lion dances.
Gord
2020-10-07 08:27 am
Of dying and fighting, Best saved for last, Apologizing and crying, Inside the eyelids: Kiss my ass, my lover lives. Wind, harvested by mills, Jacks, coveted by Johns, Songs built by peoples, Hymns for the seasons. Rescinded politically, Not knowing what to believe in.
crybaby
2020-08-20 11:26 am
im literally dying, dying, dying, dying i just wanna give up crying, crying, crying. it’s cold in my room it looks like a tomb, it’s cold in the house all the people are out hiding from each other not like those ideal lovers we’re cold without a warm hearted spouse. you’re shouting those words i wish ive never heard everybody is hurt and left in the dirt. for who is it good and why is it useful that we don talk the way we used to? im literally dying, dying, dying, dying i just wanna give up crying, crying, crying. but i just cant, cuz im in tears, i have many fears we wont talk for years. i wanna speed up the time to help healing the scares. it’s such a fucking shame, tomorrow’s valentine’s day we should be having fun but i guess it’s over now cuz we dont love the same oh what a shame. it’s shit being alone so darken your clothes and shut up your thoughts it’ll be better in months but who really knows? who really knows?
Gord
2020-06-08 05:39 am
No brittle bones, paid for sickness, For where it goes is nonsense. Undying, nobody throws spear immortal, Even if the wind vied in cordial, Simple wounds seal of licks and moans. My immortal man made of sticks and stones, Drowns in cordial, healed by cordial, Acting cordial among the crude oil.
Gord
2019-11-07 09:07 am
Misunderstood lyrics, Reverend, Had you not asked of my kids, Or the loved ones I cherished? Thorough I write my kinship, Kingship, flagship furlough, No science to write myself, Is it just lies of unknowns, Just lies, unknowingly, Trust dying in fun foals, Or stampedes around the field, Not Informed of where they going? Can God even hear a man when he moans, Does he cover an ear, hope and pray? Does he occasionally call things gay? You misunderstand my intention, No questions ponder foolish in heaven, God's gift could be enjoying the stay.
Gord
2019-09-20 07:22 am
Pence felt worth, more than all, Dirty and small, spending curt. Maybe to shout, Maybe to doubt, Chasing two shorelines, Given scourge or knout. Schoolyards abound, Fence built high, to the clouds. Fools abundance, mountain climb, Peace can be free, expensive as dying, Riddled with fear unknown, prying, Heavy to swing for liars. Fences can be expressive as lessons, Lesions on the back of your neck, Illegal, yet a photography session, Perhaps I soon like Kim can attest.
Gord
2017-12-27 10:00 am
Amateur poet, ultimate, Heroic, stoic, slowest, Everything rhymed about, Hopeful of inchoate. Chum of the lake, think, Who is the wake for? Dead men living pale, or those living, Mouth agape, ailing, Flailing their limbs, Scene akimbo, Fare unanswered, Meter fake. So they take what is mine, Question pondered, What is life plastered? Humanity mastered, Time honored, or is it a last laugh, before dying afterward? Poets lie yet find alms, Measured footsteps bald, Words lifelessly clever, Heart hard to hold palm; Old arms to old arms, Adages stolen loved upon; Bard holy, arch golden, To carve lonely, Barns beholden, Nothing nobel. Par normally, like poultry, To starve colts. Ark art, Swan gone, Dark garb, lark fawned, Opposite of his mind, He finds laughter, Chapter after chatter, Chancellor gone; He defines pattern, An afterthought.
Gord
2017-12-25 08:13 am
Amateur poet, ultimate, Heroic, stoic, slowest, Everything rhymed about, Hopeful of inchoate. Chum of the lake, think, Who is the wake for? Dead men living pale, or those living, Mouth agape, ailing, Flailing their limbs, Scene akimbo, Fare unanswered, Meter fake. So they take what is mine, Question pondered, What is life plastered? Humanity mastered, Time honored, or is it a last laugh, before dying afterward? Poets lie yet find alms, Measured footsteps bald, Words lifelessly clever, Heart hard to hold palm; Old arms to old arms, Adages stolen loved upon; Bard holy, arch golden, To carve lonely, Barns beholden, Nothing nobel. Par normally, like poultry, To starve colts, Farms wholesome.
Gord
2017-12-15 08:34 am
A doctor says to me: There is no healing, Tells me just to be, No wishful thinking. His heart a bean, Feelings consumed. Living amused, Is no good for me, Misunderstood by you. Forever twilight, A gradient life, Polite goodbyes. He lives like limes, His hands a vine, No tree remarked, With loved ones dying.
Gord
2017-05-12 12:00 am
Dreams of the past float away, Tired dying in contemplation, Away from the fertile mates. Tomorrow's savior never stays, Often lying of false hopes, Those who bestay his ropes. Betrayed again. No whole boat exists, The sea depleted, Forlorn and pissed, True Scotsman brave it.
Gord
2017-04-06 12:00 am
All of our dreams, All of the seen, Streets of gold, Earth paved silent. Fervor of the dying, Nobody truly leaving, Merely living their lives. No victims of violence, No solace from desire. Further pushed from an entirety, Exquisiteness of machined life. Pursuant of milled tile, Years of desire, without fight, The boxer stands ready, Hands firmly at his side, Resolve still unbroken, Acceptance in his mind.
Justan Mitchell
2016-04-09 12:00 am
Home Sweet Home I want to go to a place where wrongs become rights, spontaneously systematic like tax hikes. A place where fights are the last resort when handling plights. I want to go! I want to go to natural zone of flight where mental spikes reach spiritual heights. A place where the featured attraction are children as they play, where play is an unexpected lesson to be perfected. I want to go! I want to go to a place where action and reaction have a common turn toward our collective burn. A place where death and dying don't exist, where notions of creation are an ocean of manifestations that embraces the vastness of what is. I want to go! I want to go to a place where joy swells over anger, where the smell of hell is a distant stranger. A place to look deeply into hard aches and grief, a meditative island designated for relief....... I want to go!
Gord
2014-11-21 12:00 am
Throw all beings into groups of eagles, Snowball eating full bags of dortios. Chimp screeches I hear, Peer boasting nothing but limp, The cattle prodded openly, Dying to reach new tiers.
Aharon Yosef
2014-10-05 12:00 am
Soul filling everything, You emerge from all, Thus filling my soul. Earth is mine mazily, Will you leave me here, dying? Between the shallows and the sky. Nights gallop passing me, Birds peck out the stars, Thus we fall so far apart. Crystal moon, it waits in peace, Softly as mine eyes take autumn, No crystal flakes that taste the breeze, No barcarolle to be sung solemn, Casting nets emphatically, Thrashed by your oceanic eyes, Thus reprising my demise. I create when I embosom keys, Muster up thoughts I pull from, Throwing mine out to the wind, Zephyrus mine soul in tandem. Soul filling everything, You emerge from all, Thus tearing me apart.
The Sophist
2014-09-04 12:00 am
Both sides support reform, God I feel dumb, Then I go back to watching porn, That still too is dumb, Ah, ugh, I'm wracking my poor brain, Surely nothing can be done, If something clearly is insane. Begone to the pits of apathy, Where men are fighting to succeed, Be free from binds which binding me, Lead me blind to blind society. Truth be told it would be great, To record sounds and meditate, Without hoping to get paid, Ad space isn't free, We pity ourselves if ads are sent to peace. We sent our brothers off to war. Speaking of the fun; Fighting for a rival hoard. Dying in the sun; Pierced by a brother's sword. Ah, ugh, I'm wracking my poor brain, Thieves thieved some time for fun, Our heroes appearing more and more depraved. To share the same disease, Tortured through our dreams, To decay among the trees, Torment; a short and brutish piece, Yet all of it is great, Bleeding essence every day, Alderson loop of disjunctive melodies, Existence sings in remedies, Never will the tempest ease, Yet underneath there lay a silent tone, Arranging scattered harmonies.
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