Gord

2026-08-12 03:43 pm

For all my efforts: Still not together.
Constant pressure, carnal pleasure,
About successes: 'Still... I lost forever.'

Like a stock trader thinks of affection,
First place thinks of second,
Penguins think of grasslands, 
Dryness, is to wetness.

I don't think we belonged together,
Like how a bass needs pedals,
or your face needed makeup,
Crimes, need a witness.

Gord

2026-06-30 05:35 pm

Carefree, on hemp seed,
A puzzle, along with hep C,
Treated like edge pieces,
Touched first, then only seen.

26 ounces to freedom,
Buried under flowery teachers,
Empty encounters, and fools either.

Cartoonish freedom,
Act II, Scene I, Julius Caesar,
You learn through teamwork,
To hate what you love,
To harm your equals.

What, beyond commerce, makes poorer people?
Judgement in the form of evil,
Husbandry, broken femurs,
Leaders, in court of reason.

And probably threesomes too.
But when Gordon hears a who,
I never leave a room,
In fact, I totally approve.,
Like I was told a deeper truth.

Gord

2026-06-18 06:11 pm

Where did the first seed grow?
Plus, who owns it?
Monsanto needs to know... for the lawsuit, 
Above the Earth, also below,
Orchards grow.

What you reap is what you sow, 
But, who owns it?
You, or someone you don't know?
Whose wish is to have your wish,
And everything else you covet.

Orchard, apples never fall far from,
So, they know where to find you,
And everything else you love...

Orchard, to the Italian restaurant
Sold to you at whatever cost, 
Like internet does to things you love,
Nostalgia wears off like a bitter rust.

Orchard, what have we done?
Orchard, where have you gone?
Orchards, and we moved on,
Into the distance, back to god.

What you reap is what you sow,
But, who owns it? 
Like Cleopatra said to Rome:
Above the Earth, so below.
Above them both, Orchards grow.

Gord

2025-10-03 06:47 am

First of being, just first reciever, 
From the cathedral, screaming,
Puppet Jesus upon the strings,
Love only for freedom, not people,
He cares not what they need.

First of being, crawling from the sea,
Into the cathedral, screaming,
Puppet Jesus upon the strings!
Love for only freedom,
He cares not what they need!

Gord

2025-04-14 09:25 pm

Harvard comma, 
Lust for love,
Concert, opera. 

Forward, onward, 
How can you find God? 

Gotcha, gotcha. 
Heartless monsters,
Endless darkness,
Falling, forgotten.

Son, sing a sun song, 
Gone first are zombies,
Long nights, falsehoods.

Yet you sing on...
How can you see their soul? 
Stare at the son.

Love song, pub crawl.
The scuff marks stay,
People, rub off, then
Pass away.

Gord

2023-08-13 08:22 pm

'I just wish, with all the time I have left',
As she squeezes her fists, laments,
Her eyes see ideas she never said,
Sadness bookends her existence.

She knows what she is, and lies,
She thinks she knows what's best,
But she is losing her desire for life.

I just wish, like all the cows she loves,
She would fight and fawn over me for once.
The person she sees staring into the sky,
It seems she likes, but she rarely sees herself.
Mostly other men, me, and occasionally, marquee lights.

She thinks it's for the best, I'm sure.

The person she reveals herself to be,
As the ocean fares, she holds against,
My love can only take so many hits,
She says, as she sets the table,
For two people, but never herself.

She says in the end, it's for the best.

What happened to the things she liked?
She thinks to herself in a flight,
Reminded of a dream, desires,
Meets someone else and tries.

Time is a god of fire, however,
So it takes and destroys her,
Inside first, then outside.

What she does with her life,
It's none of my concern,
Fans in the crowd fight amongst themselves,
Not with players they revere and beheld.
I think I know what's best, but in the end,
I knew very little of what I said, 
Even less of the outcomes she had.

So, who am I, to wish?

Gord

2022-12-09 03:01 am

In his future he sees tired coughing,
The seer mundane usually finds nothing,
Only peering back upon seared meat,
Apparently to be, or feel something.

In his mind, he wishes to be someone,
See his sums upped, feel unusual.
He is detached, however, like Buddha,
But he has an even broader usage.

Once again he peers into the ether,
He sees himself equal and decent,
Sears at the breathing creature,
Fears his lack of freedom.
"Coward", he screams,
"Coward", he casts his disease.
Pulls from inside himself, meaning.

He sees his reflection again in the mirror, 
Breathing heavily into the air, at first,
But eventually he cried with realization.

Lynn

2022-01-25 11:14 am

the first time i heard
the word
was in the third grade 
as teacher taught us, piously, of the price He paid

as He felt the spike rip though
tearing his palms asunder, in two
He pleaded, Father, why me?
why must the sacrifice i be?

the first time i understood
the word 
was in the sixth grade 
as i started the decline into womanhood

as I lay, fetal, on the bathroom floor
and the blood soaked my legs and the pain a dull roar
I prayed, a desperate plea, Mother, why me?
why must a woman I be?

Kody

2021-08-30 03:19 am

Big curls, bench presses, 
High dives into the deep end 
Swim laps
Gettin' down with my boys
Hard drugs through the weekend
I feel that

Bike ride through the trees
See the colours change
Run flat across the bay
Just to tell my maynes

I'm bored, ditched lessons
I'm hitting up my best friends
But I'll nap first
Big curls, bench presses
Torn bicep and a bong rip
Yo, I'm good now

Skateboard through the crowds
Where the streets are paved
Eat shit, get scraped
I can feel no pain

Easin' down with my boys
Slow cookin' through the weekend
I feel that
A bit of strings, sum tings
Got damn, such a feeling
To feel that

Lynn

2021-07-27 10:45 pm

what sleeps in the forest beside the highway?
what lays its small head on dismembered takeout boxes and curls up beneath plastic bags emblazoned with ‘thankyouthankyouthankyou’?

does it give thanks for small polyurethane luxuries?
for the refuse it calls its refuge?

what feeds on the grease and fumes from the roaring mechanical parade? 
does it lick its lips afterwards?

what learns to cross the glimmering cement - first timidly, then wanton and triumphant after practice?

what watches?

what does it notice?

what emerges from the forest beside the highway, large and lumbering, to repay the generosity of its benefactors in kind?

mtspoet

2021-07-11 10:52 am

The time has come to pass.
The hours sound the chime.
How do you write such pleasing words
that our time has come to rhyme?

The smiles that show your heart.
The eyes that calm the sea.
How do you find the time to love
all of the things that rhyme with me?

And just like me your bird is free
to spread your wings and learn to fly.
What is the cause that makes you flee
each time that life comes passing by?

We are just a plan that life is making.
The first romance that’s ours to share.
The time has come to rhyme what matters,
within the heart that bleeds despair.

Come to me now and follow my dreams
that uncover the pieces born of the past.
The time has come near to make a new change,
and untether the slave you have held in your grasp.

With each moment I write I am thinking of you.
And every word that I rhyme you are near.
It is my hope to rekindle a time we once knew,
before the heart of true love disappears.

Michael 7/10/2021

Gord

2021-07-02 12:41 pm

Stay? but why here,
Even statements to fear,
So take my leave.

Same ideals,
Replaced by grief,
Pale, like me
Frail, like me,
Failing, like me,
A hasty viking,
Eyes stained like tea.

What becomes of me,
Broadcast of the screen,
Shopping once a week?
A simple machine:
Dirty,
Dirt in its seams,
Dirt in its dreams,
First on the beach,
Understanding the piece.

Gord

2021-02-18 02:24 am

Smaller seaming,
Because he was younger,
and brimming, not breaming,
Avoided ringing doorbells,
Wrote love poems,
Fell for risks too far,
Bridge too tall an order,
Gambles on goon squads,
Heart, drawn and quartered,
Imagine waking to find that normal.

If life was dimming,
And one finds a switch,
Would you first turn it off
Or just turn up and live?
If I started singing,
Same time swinging my arms, 
Nobody listens,
Not even to turn me off.

Knoble Kaller

2021-02-05 02:00 am

They met like the first time rainbow met sun shower, wave met sandy seashore, and heart met Cupid’s arrow. They laughed like the first time green eyes gazed brown, sunup chased sundown, and chuckles met deep frown. They learned about foreign subjects on local soil, shared time in familiar toil, and explored how their lives could coil. They wondered how we two could meet and find their feet and live to eat and rinse repeat and begin again and keep the peace for family sake.

She touched my heart with smile on face depositing hope of our loves deep embrace. Unlocking a gate of emotions oppressed from that bygone time cloaked in cynicism and hate. She used her power applied her grace revealing a world where nothing waits and the weak grow strong those loved and displaced. Then together we pledged to always be true to all that matters to me and to you and to guard this ethereal space. 

Gord

2021-02-04 03:12 am

Open lies, a world full,
Ocean tides, border known,
Mapped upon a mobile phone,
Burning eyes, wait in line,
A door, for more control;
Face comes first, defines,
Then maybe later stones.

Which would be more alone?
Sitting German in Lederhosen,
Burning all my former clothes,
Formal close, cutting ties;
Or a heart of glass, love inside, 
Which fights a world, nothing like?

Innasense

2020-10-10 09:54 pm

Warning: this is looooooong and if you’re a sensitive individual the first parts may bother you. But hopefully the last part will inspire you. Speak your truths friends. The ones who matter will love you all the harder. #worldmentalhealthday

Hidden Stories 

They smiled, jokingly told her 
she looked tired, 
“Must’ve partied hard last night.”
Smile quietly returned, 
“just didn’t sleep too well I guess.”
She didn’t tell them how hard it was to get out of bed this morning, 
How sleep never came last night, 
How it felt like the darkness would just swallow her whole, 
How she felt hollow and empty 
and there weren’t any tears left, 
just an ache deep within 
that wouldn’t subside. 
And maybe if she just squeezed her eyes shut and stayed in that bed 
in the blacked out void, 
She wouldn’t have to face another day of faked smiles and “I’m ok” lies. 
“Just tired today I guess.”

“It’s warm today man!” 
“What’s with the long sleeves all the time?”
“Got some crazy tattoos under there?” 
He smiled, laughed along with them, 
Self-consciously ran his hands 
over his wrists. 
Over the bandages binding his secrets.
They didn’t know how close he got last night, how he almost let go, 
How so much blood, HIS blood 
swirled down the drain, 
mixing with his tears. 
He was sure no one would miss him, but he wondered if he would miss this world, 
And the good days out in the sun, 
Few and far between as they were.
What would they say if he were gone tomorrow?

“You should’ve come out with us last night. You would’ve had so much fun...”
She nodded and made those
“next time” promises, 
though she knew they were lies. 
She’d stay home again, 
Wrapped in the icy grips of loneliness, 
Which felt somehow better 
than her burning cheeks 
when the right words just wouldn’t come, or the wrong ones spilled out, 
and she felt their eyes on her,
Panic rising, thoughts frozen
Wishing she’d just stayed home, 
Away from the judgement, 
And all the wrong moves she always made

“Haven’t seen you around in a while! Doing ok?” 
His mouth smiled, head nodded, 
lips formed words he’d said so often, automatic. 
Because, really, he thought, 
How could I describe 
that moment last night, 
body curled up with forehead cold 
against the kitchen floor, 
Ears covered to block out the voices, 
Silent screams wracking his body as the panic overwhelmed him, 
No breath to speak, 
And who could he call anyway, 
How would he explain these moments of pure fear that slipped in unnoticed
and become everything, took everything, until he was a shivering shell of himself. 
Sometimes he wondered, 
if they could see through him, 
would they think him weak? 
Would they walk away...?


These people are all make-believe, 
but the experiences are not, 
taken from articles and discussions 
and sometimes even revelations from 
real-life friends. 
These are not my stories, 
but they are someone’s truths, 
Not their weakness, 
Not their short-lived sadness
that they can just “get over” if you try hard enough to make them happy. 
(My gosh do I need to remind myself of that part sometimes...)

But that doesn’t mean you stop trying. 
Love them y’all. 
Love them so damn much that you’ll sometimes break through the cracks in their self-inflicted armor. 
Listen to them, 
Give them the chance to be 
open and honest, 
And if what they say makes you flinch, imagine what it must feel like for them. 
Do something kind that makes them smile and get ready to do it again tomorrow.
Smile and laugh with them. Cry with them.
Be genuine with your 
thoughts and feelings. 
Give them space, but check on them. 
Pull them out of the dark for just a moment, say, 
“I’m here for you when you need me. 
And I always will be.” 

Mental health issues are often invisible, 
but still feel debilitating to the one 
inside that head. 
Stay educated. 
Be understanding. 
Love the hell out of each other. 
❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🖤🤍🤎💗

crybaby

2020-08-14 09:15 am

this is my happy song
my first happy song 
and it’s about you
like all my sad songs are
like all my sad songs yeah
they’re all about you.

i feel like when we talkin’
cuz yeah we’re talkin’
it’s like we’re bondin’
it’s all about chemicals.
i feel like when you smilin’
cuz yeah you’re smilin’
yeah you’re so beguilin’
it’s all about miracles.

and it’s sooo good
you made me feel like this
you can’t even imagine it
how
how happy i am right now
how 
how happy i am right now.

na na na
na na na
na naaa

na na na 
na na na
na naaa

nah, im not sad anymore
i dont meet sadness no more
while im on a date
with her sister 
called anxiety oh no

‘what if you cheat on me
what if you smile at him?’
that’s not me.
‘what if you run away
and we never talk again?’
you asked me.
oh please don’t do this to me
just kill the party with me
and we’ll never leave this life
come on kill the party with me
and let’s leave this house

and i keep on smiling 
yeah im still smiling 
you did this to my body
it’s all about romance.
my life used to be a mess
it was such a mess
but with you it’s not like that
it’s all about romance.

and it’s sooo good
you made me feel like this
you can’t even imagine it
how
how happy i am right now
how 
how happy i am right now.

na na na
na na na
na naaa

na na na 
na na na
na naaa

Lynn

2020-06-07 12:25 am

i see sunday mornings beyond my time.
does sunday still exist?

i see my history yawning out before me.
can corpses exist on both edges?

i see my mother.
can grief follow a child out of the womb?

time, death, and life roll the die to see which takes their turn first.
west and north argue over the sun while east and south clutch each other, wailing.

god's suicide passes through us
concentric circles of chaos
look, there is too much blood in the streets!