I really wanted to write a poem And call it dickhead But I didn't want it to be too pompous Or indicative So here's a start of a tangent You can take it openhanded Or just toss it to the wayside And just leave it dead and stranded
What's a good name to call Towards someone who's downright rude Who propagates absurdities Ignoring all other views Who labels you atrocities In the slightest opposition Who doesn't care of anything Except the binds of their tradition
Let's just call them dickhead A rose by any other name I wouldn't say it's classy But it's really all the same We will blame any one For any single thing If our religion will conceive it There's no limit to what we'll sing
Our sermons and our speeches Our inaugurations and impeachments They all cater to the mindsets That we have conjured through our legions We are a people set to factions Don't let the word unity fool you We are dickheads without regard Yet are the masters of impromptu
We pull martyrs out of myths Scapegoat entire nations Pledge allegiance to a flag That has warred since its creation Then we populate a thought Just to indoctrinate a message A dickhead of a move That we just label a progression
We have egos quite inflated An illustrious illusion Propagated from all channels No regulating this pollution All bastards of society In a modest proposal To see the ways of life aborted Only at someone else's disposal
We cry victim when we're losing We cry conquest when we're strong We cry dickhead to the things To which we just don't get along Always causing a commotion Never letting any peace For when happiness is not exclusive We make it come deceased
Your religions are absurd All the faith that you embrace The state of separation That has caused us all disgrace Every president and preacher Every system and institution That holds law above love and freedom Is just a dickhead revolution
/That Arizona sky burnin' in your eyes You look at me and, babe, I wanna catch on fire It's buried in my soul like California gold You found the light in me that I couldn't find/
Under the cherry blossoms, surrounded with hyacinths, we lay on this fresh green grass, with our faces towards each other and our bodies in the opposite direction, replicating hazel and augustus from the fault in our stars. The sun sets down in the lap of the far away horizon, and the cheeks of the sky blush like the hibiscus you placed in my hair.
/So when I'm all choked up But I can't find the words Every time we say goodbye Baby, it hurts When the sun goes down And the band won't play I'll always remember us this way/
Our eyes close, falling into fantasy of our little forever, and our breaths intertwine, mingle as one. I take out my hand and play with the locks of your hair, caress your forehead before kissing it gently. You push the play button on the radio lying next to you and taylor sings, ' sometimes when I look into your eyes, I pretend you're mine, all the damn time'. And my lips curve like the crescent moon.
/Lovers in the night Poets tryin' to write We don't know how to rhyme But, damn, we try But all I really know You're where I wanna go The part of me that's you will never die/
A poetic quote almost escapes my lips, but I hold it within, for you're gonna go tomorrow and I have to write you enormous letters. I want to make the most of our time, for who knows what the future holds. And the sky is dark, when I open my eyes, after a long thought of who will I be when you're not near me.
/So when I'm all choked up And I can't find the words Every time we say goodbye Baby, it hurts When the sun goes down And the band won't play I'll always remember us this way Oh, yeah I don't wanna be just a memory, baby, yeah/
Your wide eyes, are staring at me, wondering what am I thinking. I keep looking at the stars, fathoming constellations, not knowing what is the right thing to say. The soundtrack playing in behind you, is our favorite tune. You put your hand in your pocket and take out a little necklace leaving me breathless, you gently push my hair in the front of my neck and put the golden little heart locket around. I open it and see our picture in it on one side and 'forever' engraved on the other.
/When you look at me And the whole world fades I'll always remember us this way/
And a tear rolls down my cheek, I don't say anything, you hug me. I wish the spring would've stayed longer and so would've you.
/ are from the song 'Remember us this way' by 'Lady Gaga'
Is the sanatorium, your sanctuary? That you, find peace in longing? In the blitz of wandering signs, Do you, find peace in not belonging? To a place so far beyond indeed it lays, That the muse of mercy is missed, Alongside with, a hand raised in despair, Do you, see and choose to ignore? That do, as is to be for you will or will not, In as, soon to rise the non-mediocre melody of lone dances, Sprinkling the air with autumn closure.
Makeshift, or make-believe, Do you, do as is to be or do you, Choose to believe? As fundamental, the fulcrum of facades, Lying around, or lying about, In a moment of mishap you'll spill, The merry cusp of sanctity. As in, brilliant silence conjoined to a heartbreak, Is there a sense of destitute desire and fulfilment. Yet for forward measures to messy tiles, Is often, a gravity to tenderness, Reigning about, a minute an hour passed and come, To a, home in the memories ideal, Untainted of, loud screams and only happy dreams reside. Maybe.
When your roots run deep along, To the good side of the nether. The alibis philosophized, Like the cloudy skies closing in. Often bequeathed in the sands of time, Like a rusty nail set in the wind. Often found, on the wrong side of history, Wanting to make amends, wanting to weep.
I see dead people, Singing away in the dead of the night. And I see people alive, Sitting in past masquerades. I see and see and hear. A quiet beautiful song being carried on by the wind. To somewhere over the rainbow. To somewhere I belong.
hiya all, hope everyone's good. random post. about getting not getting caught up in the past. wrote it in march so it was sitting around for a while. will be posting better stuff from a few months back.
the black sky embedded with blistered clouds, thunder roared my name, after the lightening reached my feet, as I collapsed into the fallacy of life, my breaths covered in rusted poetries, instead of semblance of the fidelity, the wolves beneath my chest howled back at the hidden stars, calling out for moon, who promised a forever, & mocked my mortality.
under the alluring darkness, my emotions fought, accompanied by crying heaven, from afar it appeared like a drizzle but was really a hurricane, that swept off my strength, my worst nightmare came true, my poesies abandoned me, labelling me as impotent, it was a battle where the warrior in myself died, and her bare corpse covered with spiders, the soil underneath brimmed with my calm-crimson soul still singing love melodies for the moon.
Twisted, tangled, deranged and defective Falling miles into a dungeon In an endless darkened tunnel Some repugnant, some pungent Snapping all realities like dried twigs A prism of locked up desires and needs A desolately drunken sleep follows Scattering thoughts like scattered beads Dreams are amusing images and sensations That cause one to often remotely forget It does not bode well to dwell on dreams Reflect on past remorse and regrets Tied up , entangled and wired are some In a messy, demented and irrational affair Men forget themselves in dreams like this Forever trapped and forever ensnared