Gord

2026-08-12 04:33 pm

You wept: I have no nerve left,
Well, you keep that to yourself,
Like you're harbouring dead.

A friend must bear until the end,
I hate you, everything you have,
And you can't just fuck me,
But you'll stand beside me,
That's why we're just friends.

Gord

2024-08-29 05:28 am

There's no corset for age, 
Inevitably, masks degrade, 
What cannot be truly said, 
Like what is inside of a bank?

I think:
Narrow focus, quests for fame. 
Yellow, orange, redder grapes,
Yellow locusts, yellow cobras, 
Despite the sweetness, slaves,
Yellow, love, and disgust of stage.

It's the red that keeps you away.
It's the red that keeps you awake,
It's red that made me ashamed,
Less sweet and prearranged. 

There is no chorus of praise,
Inevitably, that's an act of faith.
Like no corset abound my waist,
Only orange, celibacy and rage.

However, It's yellow up for debate,
Yellow in me sees people change,
Yellow, to me sits out by the stage, 
Yells out in unison to the play.

Gord

2024-08-22 09:11 pm

Tastes of bitterness, Yellow.
Tempered sweetness, Yellow,
Bleeding colors would shroud it,
Keep them in jars in my bedroom.

Beyond every turn, gentle dreamers,
Be not astounded, my equal,
Yellow inspires better people.

But who inspires me? Fourth?
Weapons, either people or god.

How long does this rope reach?
Pull my long leash, teach me of art.

Pleasure seekers, teach me of bars,
Present evils, second reasons to want.

Granola and oats, less to the fawn.
Helpless creature, apparent reason,
Lemon squeezers reached the top. 
In each hand they grab your heart,
Tastes of bitterness, Yellow,
Tempered sweetness, Yellow,
Bleeding yellow, they squeeze every drop,
Bottle you up, put yellow in a jar.

Gord

2024-07-29 10:13 pm

Vermilions, Amber,
Vermin, red, in anger.
Verily, yellow dances,
Keep dancing, he says,
And slaps her.

Verify me a fact, liar,
Orange becomes vermillion,
So what will yellow become, 
Tallow or cum on the skin? 
Life, wears thin, and dives.

I think upon green, yellow presides,
Beyond the goddess worship, lies,
Anger. I think a lot about their side.

I think they lie about their sides,
I think a little red should suffice.
Vermillion, yellow, a bit of pride,
Call me coward, feed those ideas,
A million bits, red and canvas mine.

Gord

2024-05-19 10:33 pm

All the things he wants, the things he loves, 
Of all things, he flaunts, to fools in the bar.
He feels his playthings belong at home in a box. 
Amongst drawn straws, he stands like the water,
And so does his daughter, and her daughter,
They will never know a child without a scar,
Who will never see an adult full of laughter.

The sweet smell, is all the gardenia in the yard,
Despie his greed, they keep growing tall.
Despite what he sees, and is appalled by,
Between the mirror and the wall, 
Is Athena and Cordelia, and appearances.

She is nonheterogeneous, considerate,
So, like lavender she stays with the wall.
But really, these are just things he thinks,
Knowing little, choosing again, rolls dice,
He lost.

And she takes every piece of his flesh from the bone with a knife, like god.

Gord

2023-11-16 04:57 am

What was I to be?
A hive of bees? I see.
Time; clouds.
Sky; crowns.
Cries, foul: "I'm tied down."
She said as I vied for relief.
Time, dreams,
Lies, deceit,
"I'm drowning". Pleas,
Screams of an ice house,
Before it lies in the deep.
Now...
What am I to be?
Composer of songs,
Giver of feelings?

What is high to a beast?
Fire, disease. What is mine.
Like piles at the keep,
Rivals final meetings,
Some spend life on things.
I, much like a beast,
Divide things in half, 
Decide, with a hand, rights to be.

So, What was I to be?
Probably nothing.
Feeding my cows, starving,
Alike to the sea.
Some sing in the choir,
Some sit in the seats.
Some write, despite reason,
Until, like an ice house,
They find reasons to leave.

Gord

2023-10-30 05:49 am

Stares across the sheet of ice...
Ningen, it lives! My fear subsides,
Human eyes, inhuman smile,
alive... it's alive!

A light, like a flight, is a trial...
Neat circles and straight lines!
Figures, like a flight, need a pilot,
Skies above have no time or pride.
A night, like an iron spike, island,
Eye's iris, thick thighs or curtness,
Always keep a place and purpose.
Unlike the Ningen, which flies...

Just hopes to last another lifetime, 
Like longing stares into a glass of rye,
Fish in the ocean or the turning tide.
What falls from the sky? What god divines?
What god provides? What father decided?
Despite what he tries, like a Ningen child,
Like looks across tables at what he despised.

Like a fucking guy who likes to get fucking high,
Although he decides, he decides, he decides...
His mind often trailed nonsense, then he cried,
Like a little baby, Ningen child that he hated inside.

AI poetry

2022-12-07 04:31 am

The wind whispers to my skin,
It's like it speaks with every breath.
As if it has been calling out for my presence,
Waiting to see the face behind this mask.
So far it has shown nothing but disdain,
And I wonder if I have anything left to give.

In darkness I wander,
With nothing but my memories
Falling, falling, falling.
Where once I saw light now lies only gloom,
And I know that it has gone.
For those who wish for rest, I have none
Though I'd give up what I have, for one more.
But it's too much now, I can't move my hands,
I just want to sleep...
(My memory, it fades)
In the dark, with nothing to grasp,
The memories that I hold so dear
Fall away from me like they were never there.
And I feel as though I will fall into madness,
Like the very world is crumbling beneath my feet,
That everything is crashing down,
I fear I cannot stand the weight.
(I'm fading)
I just want to sleep...
(My memory, it fades)
***
I'm afraid I've gone and made a fool out of myself again,
I knew you wouldn't understand my reason,
And now you're not talking to me at all,
You see I didn't mean to let your memory fade,
It's like I was being pulled away by another force,
Something I didn't mean, something I can't control,
I don't even know why I'm still here...
I don't know why I'm still here.
I should leave this place, I know it's wrong,
I shouldn't be here in your mind,
I can't help the way that I am,
I don't know why I'm Super Mundane,
I can't stop feeling so low,
I'm afraid it's already too late.

I didn't mean to let you slip away,
But the thought of losing you just doesn't sit right,
To keep you awake and alive,
I need you here, I'm not alone,
Without you here with me I can't go on,
I don't know why I'm Super Mundane,
I don't know why I'm still here.
I didn't mean to let you slip away,
I just can't shake this feeling,
That something inside of me is broken,
I don't know why I'm Super Mundane,
I don't know why I'm still here.

This poem is an Articial Intelligence re-interpretation of "Super Mundane" by TheSoftSophist

Lynn

2022-08-17 02:15 am

here i lie (not yet asleep)
in my childhood bedroom (my soul to keep)
under my childhood quilt (made by my grandmother)
holding my childhood cat (could there by any other?)
and listening
to the cicadas cry over (mourn)
the loss of my sister (come morn)
when she moves away (just to our college town)
into her tiny, adulthood dorm (someday to wear a cap and gown)
with her adulthood newfound friends(i thought it was just the four of us)
and her adulthood future portends (why couldn't it have always been the four of us?)
and listening
to her professors drone on (just like the cicada)
as she compiles reports, and essays, in jargon (raw data)
and-
and-
and i wonder, will she miss me too?

Lynn

2022-03-23 11:45 am

I smear vaseline in the corners of my mouth with a cotton swab to seal the cracks that are carved there
from smiling too wide
from laughing too loud
from speaking my mind.

I smudge the nails on my hands with paint, pearlescent and pink
to keep from moving
to keep from creating
to keep from fully living.

I confine myself to an apple and egg whites each day to mold by body
into what I see in waiting room magazines
into what it was when I was a child
into something impossible.

how futile, it seems, to meter my joy, to suppress the wind.
because, when one tries to obstruct what rightfully will pass,
it gains strength, channels down one slim canyon,
and blows everyone away.

Gord

2021-09-01 01:31 am

Job,
Free me of what happiness was, 
Cartier watch, Armani galliard.
Can I wake to a crappy alarm,
Feel apart from country laws,
Contract law, writing Sir John
Condescendingly at the bottom.

If three is a charm, 
And I keep it with me,
Can I wake to live somewhere,
Where you see the stars in all their beauty?

Nicko

2021-07-27 09:52 am

Everything around 
is spinning
My head
can't focus.
My body is tired
and my mind is crying.

But I am still smiling 
because I know 
time will change
and the silence in my heart 
keeping focus
for a better day.

Kyle Schlosser

2021-05-15 07:54 am

Lady Luck please don't let me down,
I got three more months till I leave this desert town
Here I sit up on my post keepin the wolves at bay
They may think their top dog here, but now they are my prey.
Lady Luck please don't let me down,
You've got me this far, two months till I leave this ol shantytown 
Here I walk on the prowl for snakes down before me.
With each step I take I clear the ground behind me.
Lady Luck please don't let me down,
Just one more month til I see my ol home town.
Here now I fly high so I can look for danger up ahead.
My badge of courage now soaked red,
Lady Luck why'd you let me down,
Now I lay six feet underground.

Lynn

2021-04-01 11:42 pm

sycophantic silhouette
stalks into the room and
the woman who casts it brings death, immortal doom
she bids disguise fall when the man sees her through
never a dame, but bluegreenbrown eyes, same as you

you, who lives their life by ritual, routine
will never see the cold, red blood or the glistening sheen of
sweat on the brow of a new, soft corpse
or the embers of the flame that drive you north
your cadence keeps you pliant, your rhyme bids you no further!
what drove you to this, to poetry, to murder?

as the blade bids adieu through the back of his skull
and the red of his head grows increasingly dull
and the light bleeds out of the sword in his eye
‘any woman can see him orgasm, but how many see him die?’

Ell

2021-03-14 06:42 pm

I feel like an empty vessel cast away
The only thing that hits my hull is the slap of a choppy wave
I have no crew on board they all found the challenge to much
The cargo I have is overflowing from deep within my hull
The milk has soured & the whey of the milk is all I am able to smell
I once was loved in such a way, the strength of it filled me up
I know it is hard to see not that I am old & withered up
The way she pulled me towards her, like there was always a rope connecting us
The feeling this gave to me is far too much to describe 
I know that is is hard to see now that my ropes have frayed away
The sails are saggy, no wind will fill them up
My rudder seems to be broken, around in circles is the only way it goes 
I fill with dizziness, that is all too much & reminds me of the day the love went away
I know I will never dare love again, this old hull can not handle it all again 
So I will keep going in circles seeing the same thing 
There is no joy, no crew to fix me up.
The old milk, in the old vessel has been left on its own
The stench will never leave.

Knoble Kaller

2021-02-05 02:18 am

Babies and family and warm woolen mittens these are the things in which we are smitten. Sunlight and rain on my face all insane one patters one warms yet both matter the same. Porpoise and dolphin like gorilla and chimp similarities to cuddle yet don’t make good sense. Oh why are these thoughts so loud in my head of things that concern me and things that are said. Is my heart crying out and my logic repressing or is common sense keeping myself from undressing. Baring soul inner thought is scary at best when guessing who’s trustworthy or in whom to invest. Light of day brings rising clarity for each intense charity of ones mortal soul and the damning sobriety. So tortured inspired and desired the same within friendship and love and all things a flame. Now dry from the patter and warm by the fire to cuddle desire and wash off the mire for all the heart wants is all it requires and that my dear friend is all that must matter.

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. 

Knoble Kaller

2021-02-05 01:34 am

How much does she do with things of me and you
Throughout the light of day
Pining life away

How much does she do for people in the room
From cradle to the grave
All rising and depraved

How much does she do keeping busy till night falls
Exchange excitement for a fall
Off to slumber fore he calls

How much does she do no time left for you
Wanting only to be near
And support when things go queer

How much does she do unwilling ne’er to bend 
Or experience more than friends 
No intimacy on the mend

How much does she do 
Till the end