Pepper your thoughts with rubbish.
That's what I do every day.
Don't listen to the gibbering masses.
They'll lead you astray anyway.
A long dither 'bout whether she blathered o'er here, thither, or home.
She cried and cried, and cried some more.
The sound was awful, I can say.
She did this because her daddy died,
And how she was never going to be okay.
So silently solemn, I soothed succinctly soliloquys searching her soul's sorrow.
But never enough, she yelled at me
Words and words, never hearing nay
Insisting on the importance of and
Reminding me the things her father would say,
"Look at you, you useless lump, a son I always wanted.
You've ruined my life, with your feminine strife,
So take these words that ne'er shall be blunted."
And with evil words spent, her mind in disrepair
Her stubborness immune to any sway,
"Tonight I'll end it all, with the point of a knife,
And sing heavenly praises most gay."
And that was the fucking end.
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Thursday, December 5, 2013
Saturday, November 30, 2013
Free Writing 11/30/2013
(Free writing! With typos, of course.)
Don't touch the tree
That's where he died
But who died?
What's his name?
He went by Chuck
At times Charles
Was he nice?
Did he love?
More than you know
More than I can
What happened?
Why'd he die?
Too much life lived
But heed too late
You miss him?
Does it hurt?
I admire him
Can't live the same
Given up?
Just too much?
I cannot tell
I will not know
Least he saw.
Yes.
(Poetry is not my strong suit. But I enjoy sorting let the occasional transform into a specific structure of words. In this case, a fictional character named Charles is remembered for living life, but not living with any sense of caution.)
Don't touch the tree
That's where he died
But who died?
What's his name?
He went by Chuck
At times Charles
Was he nice?
Did he love?
More than you know
More than I can
What happened?
Why'd he die?
Too much life lived
But heed too late
You miss him?
Does it hurt?
I admire him
Can't live the same
Given up?
Just too much?
I cannot tell
I will not know
Least he saw.
Yes.
(Poetry is not my strong suit. But I enjoy sorting let the occasional transform into a specific structure of words. In this case, a fictional character named Charles is remembered for living life, but not living with any sense of caution.)
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Free Writing 8
Much to do.
Much
To
Do.
But where is the time
To do it all?
I find the time
All around me
But I filled it
With my visions of fancy.
I've wasted the opportunity to do what's right
By throwing away chance for desire.
So please, oh, please, can I have a little more time
To pull myself out of these waters so murky
And do what I should have done all along.
Much
To
Do.
But where is the time
To do it all?
I find the time
All around me
But I filled it
With my visions of fancy.
I've wasted the opportunity to do what's right
By throwing away chance for desire.
So please, oh, please, can I have a little more time
To pull myself out of these waters so murky
And do what I should have done all along.
Monday, August 27, 2012
Free Writing 7
Nothing can be saved. Nothing will be found.
Please let me know why you don't stick around.
You can see,
I cannot,
Apathy
Makes me rot.
Withering junkies, bloated egoists
Self-destruction masks for marital bliss.
I can see
Your li'l lie.
Fooled me once,
Now I'll die.
The path was split, but you said it was whole.
Our sad undoing was your only role.
Hearts are dead.
I can't see
Broken thoughts
Sent to me.
It is he whom you have clearly chosen,
But it's I whose heart is dearly frozen.
Bloody blade,
Quickly slashed.
I know I've
Acted rash.
Dry those tears that stain your beautiful face.
All time passes, regardless of our place.
Deep breaths won't
Help you live.
You've giv'n all
You can give.
I'll say my goodbyes with a slight regret.
But nowhere near your great and sinful debt.
Close those eyes,
Just let go.
Have fun in
Hell below.
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Please let me know why you don't stick around.
You can see,
I cannot,
Apathy
Makes me rot.
Withering junkies, bloated egoists
Self-destruction masks for marital bliss.
I can see
Your li'l lie.
Fooled me once,
Now I'll die.
The path was split, but you said it was whole.
Our sad undoing was your only role.
Hearts are dead.
I can't see
Broken thoughts
Sent to me.
It is he whom you have clearly chosen,
But it's I whose heart is dearly frozen.
Bloody blade,
Quickly slashed.
I know I've
Acted rash.
Dry those tears that stain your beautiful face.
All time passes, regardless of our place.
Deep breaths won't
Help you live.
You've giv'n all
You can give.
I'll say my goodbyes with a slight regret.
But nowhere near your great and sinful debt.
Close those eyes,
Just let go.
Have fun in
Hell below.
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Saturday, August 18, 2012
Cycles of Death, Part 4
PART THREE
[Exit MARY]
DOUG:
But that's not
What I want. There are so many great things
About you, Mary. But sometimes I don't
Think you see it. Sometimes, I think you let
All the bad things and all the bad people
Affect you. I do dream, Mary. But not
Of fantastic places or near perfect
Ideas. I dream of you, and of myself
Standing at opposite ends of a long
Hallway, impossibly long, a gap that
Lies between us, impossible to cross.
You don't see it, but I always will. It's
My ever-present reality, a
Constant vision, a truth that I cannot
Deny. Static, stuck, stimying the wish
I hold closest to my heart. But you can't
See how much I hold you dear. But I won't
Stop trying. I won't stop until you see
How much I love you.
[Enter THE VOICE]
THE VOICE:
You must let her bloom
On her own. She needs to grow. She needs her
Chance to be her own person.
DOUG:
I can't change
How I feel. I can't stop my love. Why can't
I know the joy of love, of someone who
Will be there with me. Mary is great. She
is an angel, beautiful, wonderful,
All that I could ever want.
THE VOICE:
But that must
Wait. She needs time. You need to be patient.
Give her this and you'll have a chance.
DOUG:
But I
Need more than a chance. I think if it is
Between another and me, I'll fail. I
Have waited so long for her. She was with
Eric. I was patient then. But now he's
Gone and I'm supposed to wait more. How
Long? How long do I have to wait? Will she
Ever see me as I see her? It's not
Fair that I have to wait. Eric never
Deserved her. Don't I deserve this chance?
THE VOICE
You
Can't force it. You'll lose yourself just as she
Might get lost. She needs a friend right now. Not
More pressure.
DOUG:
I've waited so long. Life's not
Worth living without her.
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[Exit MARY]
DOUG:
But that's not
What I want. There are so many great things
About you, Mary. But sometimes I don't
Think you see it. Sometimes, I think you let
All the bad things and all the bad people
Affect you. I do dream, Mary. But not
Of fantastic places or near perfect
Ideas. I dream of you, and of myself
Standing at opposite ends of a long
Hallway, impossibly long, a gap that
Lies between us, impossible to cross.
You don't see it, but I always will. It's
My ever-present reality, a
Constant vision, a truth that I cannot
Deny. Static, stuck, stimying the wish
I hold closest to my heart. But you can't
See how much I hold you dear. But I won't
Stop trying. I won't stop until you see
How much I love you.
[Enter THE VOICE]
THE VOICE:
You must let her bloom
On her own. She needs to grow. She needs her
Chance to be her own person.
DOUG:
I can't change
How I feel. I can't stop my love. Why can't
I know the joy of love, of someone who
Will be there with me. Mary is great. She
is an angel, beautiful, wonderful,
All that I could ever want.
THE VOICE:
But that must
Wait. She needs time. You need to be patient.
Give her this and you'll have a chance.
DOUG:
But I
Need more than a chance. I think if it is
Between another and me, I'll fail. I
Have waited so long for her. She was with
Eric. I was patient then. But now he's
Gone and I'm supposed to wait more. How
Long? How long do I have to wait? Will she
Ever see me as I see her? It's not
Fair that I have to wait. Eric never
Deserved her. Don't I deserve this chance?
THE VOICE
You
Can't force it. You'll lose yourself just as she
Might get lost. She needs a friend right now. Not
More pressure.
DOUG:
I've waited so long. Life's not
Worth living without her.
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Friday, August 17, 2012
Free Writing 6
GUSS:
Ugh. Your broken body lies sickly still.
Not my fault, yet I know I brought this on
When I decided to go behind your
Back with her. But it's as much your as
Mine, and maybe a little hers.
DIS PATER:
Yet you
Chose to act on base instinct without so
Much as a thought for the consequences.
Look what it has brought to these poor souls. In
One case, a dead man who was once your friend.
In another, a woman wracked with grief
For all that she has lost.
GUSS:
I do not need
Your council father of death.
DIS PATER:
True, this will
Be the second time you ignored my best
Advice.
GUSS:
I must make my decisions as
I see best. Not rely on the thoughts of
A wretched fallen one who has lost his
Hold over a simple domain.
DIS PATER:
Nothing
Simple about the hold I used to have.
But you'll learn now, won't you?
GUSS:
I fear nothing.
DIS PATER:
You will.
GUSS:
Never.
DIS PATER:
We'll see.
GUSS:
I've heard enough.
Ugh. Your broken body lies sickly still.
Not my fault, yet I know I brought this on
When I decided to go behind your
Back with her. But it's as much your as
Mine, and maybe a little hers.
DIS PATER:
Yet you
Chose to act on base instinct without so
Much as a thought for the consequences.
Look what it has brought to these poor souls. In
One case, a dead man who was once your friend.
In another, a woman wracked with grief
For all that she has lost.
GUSS:
I do not need
Your council father of death.
DIS PATER:
True, this will
Be the second time you ignored my best
Advice.
GUSS:
I must make my decisions as
I see best. Not rely on the thoughts of
A wretched fallen one who has lost his
Hold over a simple domain.
DIS PATER:
Nothing
Simple about the hold I used to have.
But you'll learn now, won't you?
GUSS:
I fear nothing.
DIS PATER:
You will.
GUSS:
Never.
DIS PATER:
We'll see.
GUSS:
I've heard enough.
Monday, April 9, 2012
Free Writing 5
(This is free writing. It's generally fiction. It's generally nonsensical. If you don't know me, it'll just be weird, and that's fine. I hope you find some entertainment value out of it. If you do know me, please don't read anything into it, because it is nonsensical. Just letting the subconscious fire off random ideas. Again... Fiction.)
(Other note: You need to listen to http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sKXFX-xXY8c while reading this, because that's what I was listening to when I wrote it.)
I'm trying to talk to you
It's gleaming.
You pulled away, and that hurt
It's cool to the touch. I like that.
You pulled away, angrily, and with some showmanship
I've never used one before.
You're like an only child claiming some moral high ground
There is power in this.
But we know you don't have any justification
There's no turning back.
I only hope you're satisfied with the result
Let's push that on my temple.
I miss the old days, with my old friends
It's still cool, helps the headache.
I hate that you enjoy making me hurt and want to punish me
I'll just punish myself.
So that's that now and I wish you the best
I'll just pull that little trigger.
So here is the goodbye that I give you.
It's not cool anymore.
(Other note: You need to listen to http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sKXFX-xXY8c while reading this, because that's what I was listening to when I wrote it.)
I'm trying to talk to you
It's gleaming.
You pulled away, and that hurt
It's cool to the touch. I like that.
You pulled away, angrily, and with some showmanship
I've never used one before.
You're like an only child claiming some moral high ground
There is power in this.
But we know you don't have any justification
There's no turning back.
I only hope you're satisfied with the result
Let's push that on my temple.
I miss the old days, with my old friends
It's still cool, helps the headache.
I hate that you enjoy making me hurt and want to punish me
I'll just punish myself.
So that's that now and I wish you the best
I'll just pull that little trigger.
So here is the goodbye that I give you.
It's not cool anymore.
Free Writing 4
(This is free writing. It's generally fiction. It's generally nonsensical. If you don't know me, it'll just be weird, and that's fine. I hope you find some entertainment value out of it. If you do know me, please don't read anything into it, because it is nonsensical. Just letting the subconscious fire off random ideas. Again... Fiction.)
I'm not sure, but I clicked 'like' because I
Hoped you'd notice. I know five other guys
Did the same, but you should know mine matters
More because mine has special meaning to
Which I hope you figure out. Words are hard
To express, and when I see that you take
The time to respond to my comment I
Get a little giddy. Don't mistake my
Intentions as trying too hard as I
Don't want to scare you away with my hope
For us. It's all because I can't find much
In expression with words, or without words.
I'm not sure, but I clicked 'like' because I
Hoped you'd notice. I know five other guys
Did the same, but you should know mine matters
More because mine has special meaning to
Which I hope you figure out. Words are hard
To express, and when I see that you take
The time to respond to my comment I
Get a little giddy. Don't mistake my
Intentions as trying too hard as I
Don't want to scare you away with my hope
For us. It's all because I can't find much
In expression with words, or without words.
Free Writing 3
(This is free writing. It's generally fiction. It's generally nonsensical. If you don't know me, it'll just be weird, and that's fine. I hope you find some entertainment value out of it. If you do know me, please don't read anything into it, because it is nonsensical. Just letting the subconscious fire off random ideas. Again... Fiction.)
Welcome to my home! You're here, finally.
I'm glad you're here. But we all know the real reason I wanted you here.
Make yourself comfortable. Don't fucking touch anything.
I hope all is well. I know you don't give a shit about me.
Where are my manners? Can I get you a drink? Or maybe my fist?
I've been so busy these past few weeks! Every waking moment with you in my head.
He seems like such a great guy! But we all know he's a cunt.
I'm glad he takes such good care of you. It won't be good enough.
Are you enjoying dinner? Choke on it and die.
How about some dessert? Just let me go and get it.
You better have save some room! Don't look at what's behind my back.
Oh, I'll be careful. It's not too sharp. Don't just love cake?
You need to go? Sit your ass down!
Let me get the door. But I locked it.
Shhhh. Don't scream.
(I'm not gonna lie.... This one was kind of messed up. Sorry.)
Welcome to my home! You're here, finally.
I'm glad you're here. But we all know the real reason I wanted you here.
Make yourself comfortable. Don't fucking touch anything.
I hope all is well. I know you don't give a shit about me.
Where are my manners? Can I get you a drink? Or maybe my fist?
I've been so busy these past few weeks! Every waking moment with you in my head.
He seems like such a great guy! But we all know he's a cunt.
I'm glad he takes such good care of you. It won't be good enough.
Are you enjoying dinner? Choke on it and die.
How about some dessert? Just let me go and get it.
You better have save some room! Don't look at what's behind my back.
Oh, I'll be careful. It's not too sharp. Don't just love cake?
You need to go? Sit your ass down!
Let me get the door. But I locked it.
Shhhh. Don't scream.
(I'm not gonna lie.... This one was kind of messed up. Sorry.)
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