The Sophist
2018-08-23 11:54 am
This morning's protocols Beginning pondering What to do with people on the web. Thus with a deep resolve Maintaining promising Again untrue We will meet again This time she has evolved Now loving squandering Dreams anew Then dreaming to forget Sometimes I can recall Accepting sombering Time wasted In following a trend This time he feels involved Now loving squandering Has a few Then lives in the regret You ever feel withdrawal Oncoming vomiting Bid adieu To all of your old friends I can't say I'm appalled Forgetting honoring Lives wasted Unfollow them in death
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Hazey
2018-08-14 03:50 am
The thing that hurts the most. You calmed my storms. You helped make sense of the chaos. You plucked me from brokenness. Helped me find strength. I don't know what it was. But just looking in your eyes. Filled my soul with peace. I miss it. I miss the quiet. The calm. I miss us. I'm starting to feel broken again. Empty inside. Trying my best. Not to let anyone see. But there are days. Where control escapes me. Do you think of me? As often as I think of you? Do you remember my name? What it once meant to you? I look back on that day. March 10th. Where I lost you. Where every image I had of you. Just shattered. You were no longer a refuge. You became a source of pain. You still are to this day. I blame myself for it. For my losing you. It's been three months. Realizing it's true. I don't cry as much. Though my heart still does ache. Try as I might; I can't bring myself to hate; You. The situation. Us. I want to throw it under the proverbial bus. I can't. Because the sky still reminds me of you. It was our destiny. Our sky. The world was going to be ours. Accept it. It's over now. These dreams just won't come true. I need to accept that what we are. Is through.
The Sophist
2018-07-27 09:32 am
First there is clay No meaning to a name Strangers will pray Friends prey on their loved ones Some things will change Some feelings can last days Some people say Sometimes it's the rainfall Feet upon the asphalt Back making friends Now who gives their own heart? Hatred instead
The Sophist
2018-07-10 03:13 am
If you were a butterfly,
you would fly.
If you flew over the sky,
you would shine.
Moons and stars can be your prize,
but I've surmised.
I love you most when you can read my mind.
But yo,
It feels like mountains when we climb.
A few short steps to springtime,
my guy.
Gord
2018-04-27 09:29 am
Feelings made up, makeshift, Ideals for tomorrow racist, She remarks foundation. He responds formation, Endlessly talks mountains, Flying fowl, howling oasis. The boy comes around, Left alone unanswered, Too late for pounding. Too late surmounting, Midnight is the hour, With a toy box full of clowns, Breath like oneself drowning, Her words are like fire, Counting her countenance, Even if she implied flowering, He runs away cowardly, trampling.
Gord
2018-04-24 03:17 pm
Poster of an omen, toking, Dreaming by a plastic ocean, Most fast forward, hopeful; King of post, tasks chosen, Still lives Midas, hands golden. Lapland where they dig holes, Smoke weed and dance poles, Kings of the foal, antsy, cold. The older they grow, though, He loses his power, cowers, Curses feeling, eats pantry. Banishes his people of necessity, Carelessly manages feeble himself, Paddles the plastic ocean, relieved; Departs common and flowers nothing.
Gord
2018-04-04 05:14 pm
Poster of an omen, toking, Dreaming by a plastic ocean, That most fast forward, hopeful; King of post, tasks chosen, Still lives Midas, hands golden. Lapland where they dig holes, Smoke weed and dance poles, Kings of the foal, antsy, cold. The older they grow, though, He loses his power, cowers, Curses feeling and eats. Banishes his people of necessity, Carelessly manages feeble himself, Paddles the plastic ocean, relieved; Departs common and flowers nothing.
Verbalised
2018-03-17 05:19 pm
I awake Still tired Drained by hollow ambition Of late I'm uninspired I seek transition Longing to create To be great But instead I wait for tomorrow But it never comes So I follow tradition With a bitter admiration I take comfort sharing Giving, caring For those who just take To let them feel great I carry this weight In my thoughts And my dreams Until I awake
Verbalised
2018-03-17 05:16 pm
It hits me like Nostalgia That I cant recreate The times we had The way I felt A sense of belonging, of purpose I believed in a prosporous future It's now I realise The things we did The times we shared How I felt Came from how you made me feel That's what I remember It's you that I miss
Gord
2018-03-02 07:08 am
She lives for tomorrow, folding; Sight static, fight fantastic. Not matters you, me, or belief, Our forevers spent grieving, but of a might, life traveled. Snapping, chatting of pictures, Scared of the aperture, focus, Not the fools and hocus pocus. Yang sits riverside singing, What a life quaint, dyed. Painting faint inner lies, Things remissed never vied, Another sister left behind, Another brother lost to time, Benefactor earth, Loss to files, binaries, Tyrannies, buying, surprises. Redacted is worth, Prose, everything vibrant. Observers know of likeness, Sequel to the Mona Lisa, Pious only to feeling.
Eric
2018-01-08 03:19 pm
Goodbye old friend, you've served me well; you did your job throughout this hell. Exhausted - now you're lying here; within your eyes I see the fear. My pal is calling...let him go, he'll never learn, he'll never know how dire it is to lose a friend, but I'll stay with you to the end. And if the Hun should come before you've breathed your last in this damn war, then, so be it, I'll die with you, for loyal friends must see it through until the end, when we'll be seen as one - once more on England's green and pleasant land for which we fought, to plough God's fields as we were taught. I hear the bullets whizzing by, the screaming men, the battle cry. You lift your head to shield my heart, and bullets tear your neck apart. I hold you tight with bloodied hand, I try to rise, I try to stand. I feel the shrapnel from the shell-- Goodbye old friend, you served me well.
Gord
2017-12-22 01:43 pm
Songs Synonyms, ideals integer, Mining mindful, crawling chronic, Words ironic, worries worthwhile. Silent as the wind, Tall as a child, Lifestyle sans desire. Flat as a minor, Primer climber, Reading wires, Scans feel like fire, Yet no ire legit, Life so swift, time so brisk, Irons tattered to bits, Squire denied his patronage, Choir so somber, violins singing, As if to start from a beginning, Would be a life so sad. Lambs branded, wrath grand, Laughing loud, farmer liar, Stanza stance awful stands, Awestruck by unknown view, New news of him: old news, Pandering Youtube, pandhandling, Fools loose lipped and no tools.
Gord
2017-12-22 08:16 am
Poems raging, lacking pace. Rhyme displaced, slave poetic, Mimes a mate; Ascetic eighth. He contemplates, Turmoil ashen like a lake, Dry, passion like a brace, Ally, fraction of a base, Like traction in a maze, Honest. Falls on his face, Spoiled rotten like a cake, Miser, action of a fetes, Wiser, lies of his teeth, Master of feelings, queens, Preachers and lease themes. The forums elated, Rhyme chorus to cup, Slated liars, Foreword comments, Style stolen from bucks. Foreign orphans portioned a trench, Sowing poems owned forming trends, Lies chorus, verse honest, Hurt's doughnut and curse harmless.
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.
The Sophist
2017-10-06 06:55 pm
There's just 22.5 degrees Not from the bottom to the top, but In between Doing nothing and incomplete Being at the bottom Pushing Gord in the swing.
Gord
2017-10-05 09:29 am
No honor or Bravery, Mulled over too long, Followers betray, Feelings astray amongst. Lay waste upon their pores; Their universe stainless, Faces like rust; No steel to steel, No virtue of thievery, To steal regardless; Complacence unjust;
Gord
2017-09-28 04:57 am
Feelings in her heart, Apathy of mind lost, The world desired, Earth forgotten, Therefore pursuant of swine, Love begotten. Reading of foreigners, Yet her poetry declines, Like Vines, Fine Wines, Rhyme lines her mind; Obsessive of forewords and forever afters; Useless goodbyes, Given in poor wording. Forgotten is passion, For words and order, A husband mastered, A wife only borrowed.
The Sophist
2017-09-25 12:25 pm
Today I heard a triad In a weird way it made me feel sad Can't wait to get home Get my guitar Get the chance To Try that Yesterday I heard a melody In an old way it still feels new to me Can't wait to get out Get dancing Get clarity Inpsiring Last week I saw an act of kindness In a good way it made me feel that My kind is not alone Not so far Not fraud in fact To try that Tomorrow I'll write a poem About all the ways I've felt this week My blindness in a tome Day blindness Moon blindness Blindness off the dome Right now there's nothing to look at Immersed in machinery Not a technocrat Not a plutocrat Stopped avoiding art To try that triad But make it flat
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