crybaby
2020-08-20 11:23 am
i met you on a friday night it was all good and fun i was stressed and fatigue i knew im out of your league but well i tried i tried and i tried and i tried having your attention i lied and i lied and i lied to earn your affection when the party was over you said let’s grab a toaster and then you took me over we got in to your rover then days and weeks came and went but granny had a heart attack you said depression sucked and you only felt love when you were drunk i tried and i tried and i tried stopping you, making you stay i lied and i lied and i lied to look like im okay you are an alcoholic no heart but many lovers our love was narcotic daydreaming like it’s summer i wish we could go back i wish you were sober i think that it’s so bad that i am so so sad while here you are over this shit i wish i could go back i wish i could know that if you loved me in that moment when your eyes weren’t open and the time got frozen real quick
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crybaby
2020-08-14 09:18 am
im so high and not because of drugs but because of love it’s alright i said what ive said and i meant what ive meant it’s so nice i just wanna be yours wanna be close wanna mean more to you i just wanna see you wanna kiss you wanna hear more from you and baby maybe it’d a big mistake to tell you i cant live without you, but only the dead dont make mistakes and im so alive when i think ‘bout you. i hope you’ll find peace in me cause i found peace in you and i know that im kinda freaky, it’s cuz im crazy in love with you. for freedom id give my life for love id give my freedom for you id give my love my life now has a reason im trying so hard not think about you, not fall in love with you. but what if it’s too late? and if it’s too late, baby what should i do? what should i do when everything’s against this love? what should i do when i dont know what you want? what should i do when i have so many questions but dont know the answers? what should i do when, what should i do when, baby what should i do?
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.
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!
Gord
2020-06-04 12:25 am
The toad speaks, the mind sees, The mouse squeaks of menses; Too high to sleep, ego flying, Does one write lines on sheets? Scribble perfection, or deny? Fights cannot be won, only survived. Poet, please give me writing, Forced to be, I need power to fight.
Gord
2020-03-12 06:39 am
Wishing to find the guardrails of life, Leaning against as he sleeps too tightly, Dreams too deeply, too often: Nightly. Gut or balls, what does it take to fight? Is it twice as woke to never, and lie, Guarded and cross, who takes your rights? How about the lefts? Right.
Kody
2020-02-19 09:42 am
Bin thinking all night Which goes outside Bin worried of bin left out Too much trash inside my house Do neighbors above jest? When no one bin in flight Do the angels laugh at our distress? Despite a sky with all yards in sight In desserts I have bin Now I know which truck rolls in Now my neighbors learn from me My bin is full of trash and now Peace
Gord
2020-02-13 04:33 am
Who was I to write down? Key turns loud, however, The key turns around. Free me of my bounds, I can free you of yours, My art, part astounding, Mostly aster pounding, Hoping for brighter pink. Who am I to press down? Pestle grinds slow, A Mind grinds slower, Eventual beach polluted, The key turns around, It says: "Free me of these clownfish, acting clownish and catfish. Art is only partly a mish, Mostly is unequalled feeling." His art, part niche, Part for seating, Parts for kings, rich, Parts for heathens. Parts to reason other parts, Written partly to see them.
Gord
2020-01-31 06:42 am
You decide policy valid, I speak my minds eye, Ballad, Badland or Ballet. Poet's poet, is the port a port? Is a court a'court? A beer is a beer everywhere in the world, The port stays the same side of the boat, Afloat a float, Giants snort and stay the same size, Slay the same flies, Lame in their reprise, And their coats too short.
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
2019-08-06 11:06 am
Check your profile: Analytics. Poetry descendant, effective, Perhaps too analyze their seconds, or thirds, fourth. Cheek and gumline: A forest of tics, A forced life of sickness, camera, A chance to be rich, rich. Lick, Lick, Bitch, Bitch, Brown Popsicle, tastes like poop, Why didn't I ask for one in blue?
Gord
2019-04-22 06:37 pm
Aye, they say, tide they say, Lunatic ideas, high tide sail. Curtain call to my avail, Perhaps too soon, perhaps to fail. A map, fools, kale, assets and nails, Attack anew, hula hoops of the wind, Plans eschew, I look into the distance, Eyes dismayed.
Gord
2019-02-06 07:32 pm
Sidewalks broken on my boulevard, Auburn hair where I used to walk, Talk, and think of her dialogue. I'd thought greenery would fall, Replaced with concrete barriers, Perhaps I'd talked too freely, Told one too many tale too tall To still be taken seriously. Discreet forever, words picky, Discrete for ever, world sticky, Disformity for even worms licking. Take me away from this place, For even screaming and kicking, Seeing worse, feeling indignant. Not to curse the growing infant, But the plants must go. No handlebars rusted, To bikes comprised of broken dreams, No van full of children hopeful, Just a van to the hospital, please, My heart is about to explode to pieces.
Gord
2019-02-01 01:56 pm
My life a water, cold, Too cool to be absorbed; Endeavours foolish.
Gord
2019-01-15 03:31 pm
They ask for more free verse, Ironically I ask for freedom. Turn yourself, the sun faces west, Learn your self looking into distance, A poem of story, rhetoric important. He just tells of lions and beasts, Ire and deceit, lies succinct, Are my poems of heart not complete, Even if truth is too foolish to be? Future hard to see, a pence to me, Fences mended where darkness meet, A dense man where the larkin leap, Without them where would we be? A garbage heap, a fence two feet, A garbage pile, a fence of three, A garbage life, spend barking of time, Not mine but others, I covet. My duvet stained with oil, lovely, When was it worth more, white forlorn Or in a pile on the floor disgusting?
Gord
2018-12-07 12:28 pm
Lately, I write universal, Rody Walker disapproves: "I see through you, Ethereal, feigning too close, To touch a virtue. Oh, feeling, careening mostly, Posts passing, tongue lashings, More dashing, floor, gas pedal, More dashing, more dashing, One says, like a clause." Platinum ring, yet, Heart diamond, set. What's happening, please, Forget my misdeeds, luck, A hat in a ring, belts, One generation fights back, Another fights against. Poetry succinct, mispelled, Written on cocktail napkins, Waitress dismayed and going, Thrown to a well indistinct, Dreams worth more than coins, More than love or poinsettias, Less two roses that grow together. At least, If I throw my feelings, Into the well they drink, One day they will think of me. Although, If I know I'm leaving, Into the well I go, no warning, or unthinking. Tomorrow, If I am untoward, Bloated upon our meeting, Give me shelter from the storm. Or at least a greeting.
Gord
2018-11-14 07:13 am
Wisdom, do anything for love, One cannot administer feeling, Smoking trees and tending buds; Ashore a flood, Amore my love, Shores complain not of fumbles, Nor bees of bumbles. Horse contained not by hurdles, Nor flees or humbled. No fleas or bugs, or jungles. A girl, reserved forever, supple, Personal, plain, non functional, Is she a butt joke, or punchline? Regret, or spend time a spindle, Two too many, to twine a stick, Rope simply frayed on four ends. Portend of trouble, Poor tend to nothings, Their lovers forever troubling, Who casts shadow twice a valley, Humble?
Gord
2018-10-21 08:56 am
Why write technical poetry? Skylight he remarks, opens, Beams of light Caepoeria, Room a knight of California, Adjoined, special upholstery, Coins, for centuries. My king coiled, Toiling thy rings, By fools finding hands, Bringing foil to my picnics. Thinking spoilt, Singing doyle, Drunk stringing his violin, To play brittle. How would I do, Aemula? Is my world to soon, exposed, Or steeped for your future? A mule for god, How would I too, butcher, Myself, user and administrator? I'm you for Claude, Europe, Sugar, or urban woodland. Frogs bulwark their homeless, I'm too for piles of durance, Furthermore for living fulcrum, Furthermore, for here it comes. Words technical, sure, but speaking of, Can I not just turn and bite my thumb?
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