Pure (sonnet)

I have nothing left to think
Whatever forces this pounding wave
-Resisting the tide- never ending crash-
Is part of, you’ve won.

The “experienced” and four eyed wisdoms
Whisper that I’ll grow with time
-Understand later-
Later is too far away.

L-O-V-E is spelt T-I-M-E
But the clock is frozen
Racy laugh- crazed eyes
Pleading for something recycled

Worn so many times that the fray
Falls to pieces
Leaving your skin bare in the cold.

God Bless you Poet

People are dumb
Dumb as poems by self-centered non-poets
Let’s pretend we’re not all fakes
Let’s pretend we’re not all hiding

What is the obsession of fate and being free?
Nothing- just a shade screen for expectations
Full of anger with a smile, let’s find “freedom”
The idea will cage you until it’s found

I don’t like people
People are dumb.
God bless you poet.

Pouring Riddles

Riddles got nothing on me.
They could light up a candle, but I flame the torch
And when you call my name, the sound of your voice
Throws my flame off it's course

We are so young, but our words are bold
Separate or united, I can hardly think of the dreams we hold
and the world better prepare, storing note of the symphony’s best
building mountains soaring higher than the world can think to jest

Fill up the skies-
Let songs swing wild
And there with the millions of stars
We will watch golden eyes shine brighter,
reaching and healing every scar.
We are so young, but our words are bold
All of the letters makes up the sounds we will someday hold.

The gentle flow of life after rain
Feel the weight lift off your shoulders
and let it hush the Worry
and let it halt the Pain
until you’re left, and let the tears fall
And fall with the rain

Fill up the skies-
Let songs swing wild
And there with the millions of stars
We will watch golden eyes shine brighter
reaching and healing every scar.
We are so young, but our words are bold.
All of the letters make up the sounds we will someday hold.

The laughing, the talking
into the night
The warrior you are in my eyes.
Wake up, wake up moonlight
Mmm

Blank Pages named Reality

blank pages and empty words
fill up the spaces in my mind
the screen behind these bloodshot eyes
cannot be denied

so instead i push and work and race,
driving my body on
my mind to keep an inhuman pace
to fill those pages with mindless songs

i know i can keep up the act
in fact, the act is almost gone
now molded into my entirety
is this buzzing, mindless song

im not unhappy, not at all
my life’s not dark and dim
the books that line my shelves
still hold true to their words within

but i fear with every moment spent
encompassed in this strange tune
the farther im removing myself
from a reality that will soon be ruin

DOUBLE DOUBLE CHOCOLATE MILK (senses poem)

"Come on girls!"
"Come in for dessert!"
In a tangle of frizzy hair and pink boots
All five sistrers tromp into the house
pink cheeks and bright eyes
Hoping dad's attempt at dessert is far better
than the casserole for dinner

"Double Double Chocolate Milk!"
He exclaims proudly- pushing 5 tall plastic cups
like they were grand Olymic prizes.
Too young to realize a desperate, silly notion
We slurp the milk-
more chocolate syrup than anything-
like manna from Heaven

"Come on girls!"
"Please join us for a bit!"
In a wave of straightironed flat and ridiculously curled
We tromp into the same house-
older but just as pink-
Reserved but just as enamoured
with Double Double Chocolate Milk

And secretly
When all the house is still
and I wake in a cold sweat
wondering where I am and what is real
I tromp once again
Pouring the milk to break the silence
Let the soothing chocolate chill glide down my throat

Remembering what Double Double Home
tastes like

My Ordinary Miracles

The heat of summer drags her down
The weight of wheels and tires will pound
Yet somehow she startles awake
A second before it’s too late
She’s just another ordinary miracle

He’s everything she’ll ever want
And while she’s off lost in thought
Therein he walks- of all the million miles
He chose the one wherein she smiles
They’re just another ordinary miracle

With plans to go and plans to stay
A rush and tumble of mumbled “Hey”
But with a single glance he conveys
And she understands the words he couldn’t say
It’s just another ordinary miracle

I’m just another ordinary miracle

White (noun peom)

Cold fingers
burning on a chaos face
the smooth, slick handle sliding oh so easily
into hysteria.

"Just listen." he whispers
a misty voice hovering on a blanket of night.
Lazy stars and a pale fire
breathing with the quiet strum of settled puzzle pieces

Silent and dis-connected
her locks fell blood red and bold
saying words she didn't speak
Words she didn't want to hear.

Pale gray listen to nothing but hold and hold and wish and
LOVE
a sting of words tied together
in an emerald bow
woven in wasted time and selfish thoughts
until hurt flies in every direction
a hand open
to nothing but an empty shell
an empty color
too soft to ever be called
White.

Fire's Burden (Villanelle)

Please God give me courage to say what must be said
If passion was a sin, I'd be in hell
You are a fire burning in my head

The thoughts that seep beneath my bed
Rage against me in the morning alarm bell
Please God give me courage to say what must be said

Lead
Words grip my stomach screaming "tell!"
You are a fire burning in my head

Everything I've ever been taught warns flashing red
If thoughts could speak, they would yell
Please God give me courage to say what must be said

My lips would regret silence til' silence lay dead
every moment slicked back in times gel
You are a fire burning in my head

Spotlight blazes down- attention is fed
All the world will soon know it was for you I fell
Please God give me courage to say what must be said
You are a fire burning in my head

Low (senses)

"Hello sweetie, how are you today?"
Fine until I saw you
streaks across my mind in bold letters
but I mumble a normal answer
and sit on the crackly, white paper
the smell of clorox and cleaner
burning in my nose

Her cold, clammy fingers
roll up my starchy sleeve
until the pinch and plastic tug on my skin
reflect in my eyes.
Reflect fear.
Reflect the annoyingly bright colors on the walls.
Didn't notice before, but now everything looks sick.

She moves like a snake
sliding the needle into my skin
the sound of blood filling an
empty tube.
The dulle ache that won't go away
swallowed and stinging in my eyes
even when it's over.

Growth of a Wilted Heart

The reflection of me is an outline of a seed
Naked in the eye of judgment
Growth perturbed
Rumbled by whispered fallacies

To see the blooming image
Scampering beneath the shadows between the bags of your eyes
Understand why you tell these lies
Where is my second preface?

Disappointment is my reality
Equivalent to the crushed spirits of Sylvia Plath
A tomorrow is resurrected from this cemetery of nonsense

Let's Play a Game....

I craved to move on, to be completely sane
But you made it a challenge, a crossword of pain
I couldn’t find the words dealing with closure
Only the ones plain with exposure

To decode the message, never real
I try to uncover how you feel
The pages of the puzzle blotted with tears
I can’t figure out the next word, I’m so mind blocked with your fears

My endless search for clues, hoping for fate
But it’s always missing one letter spelling out hate
Distance is clear, though I want you near
I miss the presence, nervous liking but never love

I hate this never ending game, this trivial bust
Your expressions fill my voids, encourage my trust
Make up your mind, what do you want?
Stop this madness, end this taunt

Do it for you or better for me
Years have been wasted, heartbroken tasted
Now leave me be.

Look out below

Paranoia, the bomb decimates passive minds
Victims left with merciful begs
Trust and confidence evaporated into particles of self-beating
Destruction of all outer realms of possibility

Consumption absorbs the streets like an aftershock of fear
Fickle emotions of patient friends
Freed minds are the intuition to live with smiles
Unplug the generator to negative strides

Thank you.

Relentless worries you’ve held me close
During the blindness of happiness true
Fight we must to end our just
A replica image in the mist of bloom
Tattered soul, free spirit
Dealt with pain, mistakes often never made
As cliché as this may sound but honestly it’s so profound
I’ll always love you

The Final Chapter: a new beginning

I turned the pages to the end of my life
Reminisced the love and mishaps, no strife
Obscenities of a true virgin the eloquent lessons burned
years wrinkled innocence, perpetually churned

feel goods, my personal two face, eroded character down
rebellion, a waste, made no impact profound
weightless days made everything alright, never was a screamer
uplifted thoughts from those posivtive dreamers

those rooftop nights, twilight rides
are my little safe keepings buried inside
upon reminisced is a permanent smile

Runaway sunsets

I used to view my soul as bricks
pulled straight and taught and true
I thought I would stand strong
and never come un-glued

but you twisted my world's round shape
and knocked my colors askew
you took my hand and breath and fate
until all I saw was you

and here we stand,
tip toe the cliff's frail edge
you're about to jump with wings
and leave hope's pathway hedged

And though it might be brave to follow,
to jump and keep you close
I know my weight would leave you hollow
so harder still, I just let go

I wish you knew the pains I hold
as I watch you paint the sky
I wish you saw the ocean tears
that plummet from my eyes

To know you won't rescue me
or even miss my face
to know that as I heave through rocks
you're soaring on un-based

But I let go
because I know
that there are treasures stored for a later time
resting on the patience of not understanding why

I'm moving the stones, crafting her bones, and sanding the bitter edge
so when you return, fiery and learned
the ledge Wont be so steep
so when you return my mind will be whole
and my river will flow as deep

I'm so tired

I’m so tired
can’t hardly sleep
Please just consider me
another sigh among your lovely things

I wanted a fuss
…but now I’m not so sure
the compliments are woolen swaddlings
on a golden spring blur

Didn’t intend to come off sad
just another pathetic poetic whine
groaning beneath the weight of the Mad
and the tremblings of courage-less times

The dreams and the hopes and the first-star wishes
taught me only how to cry
The truth and the forces of un-still fruitions
buckle the seat-belts on my flights

I want to be rescued
I want to cry loud
but what I want is unheard
with my head in the clouds

So with cradled passions and lapsing resolve
I can’t help but ask you
“Where do you turn,
when you can’t turn at all?”

Hard Earned Fear (Ghazal)

to relive a day is an adventure lost
a routine, our sacred untouched box,aprehension lost

continous streams of insecure thoughts blinding simple selves
adapting the personalities of others, craved acceptance lost

creative bombs decimating the minds of pretend competitors
to finally find the hopeful talent, artist lost

following the trends to create ones own "unique" self
caking layers of fake materialism, individual perception lost

seeping into the adulthood with the hard lessons learned
remebering those that love the YOU, fear lost

Open wound

seeking closure through the clouded clarity
waiting for the epiphainy to arise
neutral days ease by
the melody of shame

unkept hatred foils a persona
a new genisis buried in wait
trapped in the continous hyperbole of emotion

sedate the mind with freedom
empower an ego once
leave the memories in the past
move on from the people

A Rant of particulary no one

the sound of sniffling broken hearts abound
laughter, that immunity to save yourself from sin
Can't you hear the chirping creature from within?
those dull moments of silence drumming in and out
the ring of uncertainty, the ring of certain guilt

I hate that screech, that name so long built
the name of hatred, wait for it to wilt
hear the sound, the thud, the instantaeous crash
thats our moments broken, completely smashed

rage is all I feel, roaring in my head
that face that turns around at me is crushing like lead
I want it to disappear to never be seen again
to apparate with a pop....relief

Thank you.

The Hazards of Shoes Eating with a Peculiar Outcome (whimiscal poem)

there once was a man from Naboo
who lived entiely off a shoe

laces for floss
foor sweat for gloss

fresh leather bacon
a shoe never vacant

each day the size shrunk, seven to five
until there nothing, nothing to survive

the gruesome man ate a plenty
stretching the width of his ol' belly

it grew and grew, and burst with a pop
and quietly out came a shoe shop

I Don't get It

hmm interpert this how you like
swish, sway-figure out what I'm trying to say
Botox
faces frozen while time races sly as a fox
whats with all these socks
big toes protruding downy soft new holes
My best friends name is Cole
He has a grand ole soul

interpert this how you like
I have nothing left to say

good day

Little Green Monster (sonnet)

jealousy is a regrettable thought
the green blinds all personal means
how can one overcome the feelings so hard fought

aches and pains of over played scenes
the instant grudge, forelong stall
mindset forever lean

jealous of the successful, towering over all
the artists, the dreamers, and their terzaremas
jealous of the carefree chaos so small

a hated feeling
a difficult dealing
closed minded as tall as the ceiling

to destroy the feelings caught
not

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 18.04.2012

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