I write poems sometimes. To express my emotions and thoughts, anger and sadness. I don't, as a policy, share them with other people. They're basically not edited. Grammar caliber varies. It's not for you; it's for me. But today I decided to let them out. Enjoy a curated collection of my emotion poems, never before seen:
An Unmarked Gravestone (March 2018)
They live their life
With dedication and with care,
With errors and with mistakes,
With love and with hate.
They live their death
Under an unmarked gravestone,
And when someone
Stops to look at it
If someone
Stops to look at it
All they see
Is an unmarked gravestone.
And when the world
Comes to an end,
If the world
Comes to an end,
All that’s lost
Is an unmarked gravestone.
Empty but Wholesome Kindness (June 2017)
Who cares,
Don't care,
Wouldn't,
Not my life,
Not my problem,
Not my world,
First-world problem,
Your first-world problem,
Your life,
Your idiocy,
Your fiasco,
Not my fiasco,
Not my idiocy,
Not my life,
Not my world.
Not my duty,
Insincere kindness,
Responsibility,
Not my responsibility,
Plaguing thoughts,
Run-on passages,
Moved to kindness,
Forced to relent,
Not my duty,
Echo in my mind,
What comes of it,
Who cares,
Don't care,
Wouldn't,
Couldn't,
MUSTN'T?!?!??
FINALLY
FORCED
INTO
YOUR
WORLD.
I
STAY.
EMPTY BUT WHOLESOME KINDNESS
hello (August 2019)
it’s me
i’m here
got it?
good
How Do I Fight It (April 2018)
How do I FIGHT IT
How do I LIGHT IT
How do I tell it what I really really want
How do I tell it I DON’T WANT IT
—and I DON’T WANT IT—
—WE’RE CAPS-LOCKED NOW,
CAN’T TAKE ANYTHING OUTSIDE OF YELLING
YELLING AND SCREAMING
FORCING AND SHOUTING AND
MAKING
AND
DOING
AND
BOLDING
BETTER. EMPHASIZED.
NO ONE WILL KNOW BUT YOU i hope
NO ONE WILL CARE BUT YOU i hope
NO ONE WILL NOT BE ABLE TO BEAR i hope
WHAT I HAVE i hope
WHAT I WANT i hope
THAT YOU DON’T HAVE i hope
AND I’M SCREAMING IN THE SHOWER i hope,
MAKING, i hope
YOU NOT BE ABLE i hope
YOU WON’T BE ABLE i hope
JUST NO HOPE YET
JUST NO
JUST NO
JUST NO
just no whoo.
I vs. i (September 2019)
I vs. i
the constant battle,
for instance:
i should be happy
I know i should be happy
yet i’m sad
why am i sad???
I never decided to be sad
I is my brain;
the logic inside this great system of me.
I dictates what to do
in times of distress.
I is logical
I listens to arguments
and respectfully disagrees
I tells this body what it should do.
i is my instinct
illogical
primitive
can’t order it around
does what it wants
snap judgements
trust i when I’m too lazy
i tells this body what it does
i should be happy
I know i should be happy
yet i’m sad
why am i sad???
I never decided to be sad
I vs. i
the constant battle
they fight
I deserves to win
doesn’t always
thing is,
me isn’t I
it’s both I and i
so when my body does something
sometimes it’s I
sometimes it’s i
it can be both
so when
i should be happy
I know i should be happy
yet i’m sad
why am i sad???
I never decided to be sad.
It Is Unwelcome Here (July 2017)
It doesn't look like I've tried
But I don't know what to do
The paper sits in front of me
The homework does too
I can't figure out how to progress
Though it's all right in front of me
My brain can't handle it
Though it probably should be easy
I need to get it done
But I can't smash it
I can't smash the words out of my brain
Can't bash it
It is unwelcome here.
Muirbilique (October 2018)
Note: this poem is a palindrome taking words, instead of letters, as the relevant unit.
at life’s end
you walk that
deathless death
a dreamless dream
a breathless breath
last
the last life
after the living equilibrium
living
the after life last
the last breath
breathless a dream
dreamless a death
deathless that walk
you end life’s at
One Meat (January 2019)
you ate one Meat—
you don’t think you can call yourself a Vegetarian.
you tried a Thing,
which Failed.
and now that’s that and it’s not a thing anyone needs to Remember.
not now, not after you failed since you ate one Meat.
well you can say vegetarianism is a thing of the Past;
The Past: a sprawling panorama of the old and the new Intertwined.
well guess what, one Meat:
happens not to be one Life,
and you can be whoever you want to Be.
it doesn’t matter if that was once a resolution of the new Year.
it’s a resolution of Now,
so let’s go. Are you with Me?
we can go Places.
you can even be a Vegetarian—
it’s true you ate one Meat,
but that was then, and this is Now;
if you really want to do you can do whatever you bloody well da[r]n Want
You are hereby declared to be a Vegetarian.
yes Officially.
Unravelled (November 2018)
And so it unravelled
—nothing could stop it then—
it wanted to be stopped;
it slept
—dormant—
unawakened,
as it wished
to be.
We Use ACEGIKMOQSUWY (April 2018)
Note: This poem, designed to be sung, uses only odd-numbered letters of the alphabet, a collection which oddly contains all five vowels as well as S, so you can make an incredible amount of words.
Gimmicks come,
Make swim way icy.
So quick, make a mace,
So quick, make a scam.
Gimmicks come.
[Music]: So we assuage, massage, souse,
Assuage, massage, souse.
O masseuses, gimmicks’ maces.
O masseuses, gimmicks’ scams.
We assuage, massage, souse.
Say: “we make you go,
Gimmicks, so swim ice;
We make you go, maces,
We make you go, scams,”
Say: “gimmicks, go.”
[Music]
Mosque, a magic ace?
Come quick: magic mosque.
So quick, gimmicks’ maces,
So quick, gimmicks’ scams.
Go mice, go us.
[Music]
We swam icy ways, ago;
“Go, O ice ways, you go.”
Quick, we make icy maces,
Quick, we make icy scams,
We make gimmicks.
[Music]
We make gimmick ways,
Ways we use, amuse.
We make some maces,
We make some scams.
As a mouse, as a cake, as a cage, as a gimmick.
–beautifulthorns
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