Innasense

2020-09-13 09:12 pm

OCDemons

An O for the things that I just can’t let go 
And maybe it’s not even the same things as last week,
But there all the same, 
Ground into my head 
As though they were the only thoughts that ever mattered
Sacred and necessary 
Though likely invisible or nonexistent
just a few days ago 
And maybe tucked 
back into the void 
In just a few more 

But I suppose it’s better than time spent 
Wondering 
What a head-on collision would be like 
Or how it might feel 
To put knife through bone 

It’s dangerous 
Inside my head sometimes 

C for the things that I just can’t not do 
Always look right when crossing a bridge 
Wear just enough purple 
Get the numbers right 
Watch the color patterns 
Check and check and check again 

I tell myself I do these things  
To clear a clouded head 
Unfortunately 
Seems to do 
The opposite instead 

D for the disorder in my head 
Brought on by 
A record on repeat all day, 
A ridiculous collection of 
unbreakable rules 
And the “honestly, 
what would REALLY happen?” 
Thoughts that make me feel insane 
The static buzz inside my brain 

So I 
Read it away. 
Write it away. 
Breathe it away. 
(Over)Think. It. Away. 
To Hell with you demons. 
Go plague someone else today. 

Oh...and see you in a little bit. 
😉😑

Gord

2020-09-11 05:58 am

Drinking Bowls and pitchers,
like smoking coals and timber;
If only bones could lift,
Our home, save the children,
Even buried having all gold and silver,
Can an afterlife supply of groves and vineyards?

Old and crippled, mouth of the old man dribbles,
His eyes meet to eventually form a river;
How can he romance with trombones and singers, 
When he sees and himself, groans and withers, 
Lays down again amongst the toads and lizards;
Eyes hollow and wrinkled, bathrobe, slippers,
Windows, the stones that hit them, now coal,
Used to build all the roads and bridges.

Lynn

2020-08-05 12:07 am

Soy el saber de la diosa griega Athena. Ella también, tenía la inteligencia pa excavar los misteriosos del universo.
Soy los anillos de Saturno. Somos de las mismas cosas: tierra, rocas, y movimiento.
Soy los diamantes debajo de la tierra. Somos el carbono, el cuarto elemento mayor en la galaxia. Y como los diamantes, brillo.
Yo tengo diecinueve años pero soy mayor que el sol.
Yo soy las estrellas en en cielo. Cuando una estrella nace, una nebulosa necesita derrumbarse. Y también, me caí de la gracia divina. Y eso no fue mi muerte, fue mi nacimiento.
Estoy lista para ser una de las estrellas allá.
El autor F. Scott Fitzgerald dijo que “cuando tenías diecicinco años tenía el resplandor de la mañana temprana, pero cuando tienes veinte años, tendrás el luminoso triste de la luna.”
Soy de los rayos de la luna. No soy más brillante del sol, pero reflejo el resplandor de la gente más como el sol, brillante.
Soy luz, soy luz, soy luz.
¿Identidad? ¿Personalidad?
Definir es limitar. Entonces, no me limitaré.
Soy el árbol viejo en el campo vacío del granjero.
Soy sola y mi mente necesita el silencio. Miraré el cielo y todos los animales que me hacen sus casas.
Soy la lluvia de las mañanas tempranas cayendo encima del árbol viejo, suave y bastante frío.
Soy artista melancólica. Me disparé en el medio del campo entre los girasoles altos.
Soy todas esas cosas y todas más.
Soy las interpretaciones de la gente que conozco.
Aún, las interpretaciones que las otras no son que soy de verdad. 

Gord

2020-06-11 05:50 am

The bar too low,
A life in limbo.
Civil man elicit,
Dance too rigid.
Cancer, victim, 
Lance too frigid.

Is life another rhyme?
Saved for another time,
or just a bunch of lies?

Head and shoulders,
Knees and hipbones.
But does god see soles,
Planted into the beach?
How does god see souls,
Managed funds and stealing?
While reaching into homes, to take his piece?
A plastic man, made for shelves,
Laughs filling his fantastic needs. 

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

2020-06-04 02:07 am

Bones that manage to crack,
A love forever lacking,
What one cannot foresee comes again.
Losing fights that cannot be won,
outgunned, outlasted, nor outrun.
A foot forced to shrubs,
But what of the lungs?

Lonesome, handsome fighter,
What of your gloves?
What of your sums?
Poster person, spokesman,
What of you becomes?

Lynn

2020-03-10 01:22 pm

if you round up, i am a lesbian.
if you round down, i am still a lesbian, just a little less.

do you know if love has a definition, an concrete interpretation?
how do i explain the terror in my chest when i look in your face?

i do not know what it feels like to love and be loved.
unconditionally, that is.

i imagine that not all kisses go well.
would you like to test that hypothesis?

of course i am honest with you.
what other choice do i have?

this is more sincere than poetry.
anything could be more sincere than poetry.

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.

The Sophist

2019-04-21 02:18 pm

My destiny 
Etched in stones
Skipped across the water
Far away from where I roam

Gord

2018-11-05 10:53 am

My heart filled with love,
Only my paintbrush coveted.
Simply a coward with canvas,
To give forms anew, forever,
Formula new, for you toward,
Perhaps to give in retort.
To highlight, grey,
Brush dusty and disdain,
My desires of microphones,
Speakers though, just saying.

Gord

2018-10-11 03:08 pm

She writes fallacies of nobody,
Highlights for her hair color,
Callously she laughs with glee,
Ire beauty and young bravery.
Screaming in doorways sobriety,
I like to think she knows me not.
Picking flowers from her yard,
Policy alike her start, mother,
Discovering what to be, rather,
Honesty like her heart, lover,
It beats nobody clever. Until.

Forgive my desires: two stepping.
Your teacup leaking, I laugh still.
Sieve steeping, a living actress,
And to live needing? is this banter?
Definition in short order, leaving.
For give my empires to Stephen,
An idea more Corey than Cancer.
A ballet dancer, but a thick boy,
Holes among left awood with joy,
Man ideal for lawyers and cantors,
For one who teaches is forgotten,
Cotton tarnished in an oily oil.
Royalty royal and parched to often,
His voice softens, off his head,
For I too seek enjoyment, spread.

Gord

2018-09-11 01:30 pm

Pour courvoisier, coke, smoke weed.
For core voices toking loke green:
Cork d’or choice, spoke woke meaning,
Joke broke gleaming,
Boast goat dreaming,
Invoke oak healing,
Poke coded readings, or cook mud.
Saying I wouldn’t eat if off the bud,
Gimme a fucking break, dawg you would.
So form apostrophes, hoax followers,
Dominate dossiers bespoke by leads.
Chorus needy, broadway job, police:
Honest lobbyist leaps, not,
Calling policy preacher law,
Homely Claudius fears god,
Homer justice, and beating his chest raw.
Former lover, for I see you as bourgeois,
Fleecing people of their heart and minds,
Champion blind, one eye is all but lost, 
Camping, body weak of fighting for causes,
In causeways, his cautious mind pines,
Cheesing through life, eating off rind,
Leave, dodge, dive,
Breed, scoff, lie,
Edict goes like:
What is life? Four courses, hope, feeling?
Of course there’s more, but more redeeming?
He simply says: I’ve not found thy.

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

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

2018-01-31 06:56 am

Letters written of nonsense,
Inner conflicts, profits,
Constantine of outfits,
Proud of their holes.
Opposite, of continents,
Sinkholes, swallowing,
Mere weathering problems,
All they do is disclose.

Imagine a world insolvent,
Overpopulated and cold,
Where fistfuls of dollars,
Are better off.
Plastic like the ocean,
Poetic hopeful, Scotland.
Politically motivated,
Heart emplaced.
However honest, lies of fate,
One defends an idea flagrant,
Upon a hill of nothing sacred,
Fairness being the continent.

Unless one wishes a life content,
In a country of many ferrets.

Gord

2018-01-23 10:53 am

He dreams of winter,
tireless, listless,
Forming fists, linger,
Five fingers for taking,
Making and mocking,
Flying at the equinox;
Checks to greet,
A future cost.

Apart from his words,
He talks opposite,
Of walks in the park,
And poor pessimism.
Perhaps one day,
Forgotten is passion,
Castles of young love,
Tall as his bastion.
He tells you of virtues,
Rarely living attache,
Stacking stones,
Flashing cards flourished,
Floor patterned, 
Checkerboard,
Poorly planned,
Colored randomly.

Gord

2018-01-09 07:37 am

Calculated lies of mitigation,
Circumventing a sky, of no direction,
Stars without conviction, shy to glow.
Mine to hold, like guy insecure,
They lie themselves, of times of old.
 Of Starlight swung across the shores,
However permanent their sky azure.
Like fire burns, administered thrones,
A King burns, as his kingdom below.
Too hot to be stolen, too hot to hold,
Yet hands like cold, death incarnate.
Lies foretold of fellowship honest,
History written of crying sole.

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.