I wake up now or then
In between nevermore and forevermore
Over and over again
Repeatedly finding myself wondering where I have been
A slice of the clock - lost
But I always feel better with my Glock
Darkness swallows the light
Confusing the days and nights
Making falling into the looking glass
A fairytale delight
But wait, was it fight or flight
Before now or back when
Hard to tell, but who's to say
Today, tomorrow, wrong day, someday
Different space, familiar place, memory of face
A fall from grace, the challenge of the chase
Moments, minutes, months, days, anyways....
honestly,
idk what im doing
im not a poet
nor a genius...
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Fredrick Mitchell's brand new poem...
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i, don't know...
where to go.
i, forgot,
my way home.
i worked hard, and my brain is mush,
guess i'll black out and faint in a bush.
today was the last day 'til my quota.
my deadline is due,
to bring my poem to you!
i'm tired, and forgot
how to spell the word shew
the thing you put on your foot.
i found my way home,
using google maps
this stupid siri voice, is giving me the craps,
my day has been ruined,
and my day is soon end,
just listen to this voice
"turn down at the bend."
it thinks im driving,
im walking...
this deadpan poem
is getting boring.
and like an old man, im already snoring
i sleepily unlock my door...
and...
my key broke.
FOR FU-
...
ahem,
im too tired for this...
*beep, beep! beep, beep!*
"hey, Frank... can i go to your place. my key broke... again."
...
"yes, i know its the middle of the night."
...
"and i know your on a date."
...
"i've got a key to your house. bye!"
screw my life.
“I'm always hungry.”
“I never know why.”
“I eat. And eat. And eat.”
“I'm never full.”
“Maybe it is their screams?”
“It couldn't be?”
“I made sure to rip their vocal cords out?”
“Why can I still..
“hear them?”
The blood started to puddle around me
It gets higher. Higher. HIGHER.
“Im going to drown.”
“I feel their hands wrapping around me, it hurts..”
“Im sorry”
I whisper, no one will hear it anyways.
It's not true anyways. I'm still hungry.
So I'm still the monster they scream
as I tear away the innocence they once had.
Repetition, Renewal and the Return
Sat in waiting
At the end of time.
Repetition stated it didn't matter anyways cause it was all the same.
Renewal spoke and maintained the differences were as vast as the changing seasons.
Return sat in silence,
Like breath held in suspension,
And then spoke
"When I come back to creation
It is as an End."
You showed that you will not open for me,
Again!
Maybe, it never was meant to be!
Yet, it hurts,
Because I think
I loved you too much —
Beyond the fact that
You can never love me back!
Goodbye, old friend!
Although I am letting you go,
Please let it be known
I will love you forever!
You were my first and
Safest abode,
And I will always
remember you
As the one
That never was,
What I thought it would be!
Anyways,
one day I might realise
That this is how it was
Meant to be!
Still, I grieve
The idea that it all was —
A dream!
My reason of silence
No one understands
Feeling left out in silence
Doesn't have the courage to tell
"You're very MOODY"
That's what everyone say
But How should I tell them
That's not what I want anyways
Lost the ability
Of my favourite activity
It hurts alot
Creativity now no longer exist
And my silence
became my only way To express
Who I am
And my feelings....
Pantoum Part 1
A stranger calls me everyday,
Makes me nervous to get the phone.
She keeps on calling anyways
When I am---or I am not---at home.
Makes me nervous to get the phone.
At times, he or she's a robot.
Calling me when I'm all alone.
And I've told them they must not.
At times, he or she's a robot.
And I do not say a word.
But they want me to sign the dot.
Saying yes to contracts unheard of.
And I do not say a word.
To them when I haven't much to say.
Giving them money is absurd.
These strangers call me everyday.
Rhyme Part 2
Spamela is her name.
With me she plays a game.
Morning, noon, and night.
Any hour is alright.
Her voice is very sweet.
'Cause she's a goal to meet.
She needs to hear me say yes.
To verbal contracts and the rest.
She sells electricity.
And phone plans for liberty.
She will sell me gas.
With friendly sales math.
And seek to earn my cash!
Without her, my day would be lonely.
She's my one and only!
My love on the telephone line.
Spamela uses mobile data all the time!
The fox keeps the keys
to the old henhouse.
The hour after 12 midnight
is called zero, until 1 AM.
The door marked EXIT
often opens both ways.
We fill the glass,
to toast our farewells.
A moth circles the lamp
knowing it has no
off-ramp.
A hand waving "Goodbye"
looks much the same
as the one saying "Hi".
Every disc has
a flip-side
to one-hand
clapping.
"The End" lies on
the last page,
but it's not the only
thing written there.
Going back is done
by doing a "U" turn,
not by backing up
in reverse.
The fisherman's last cast
always lands where
his others did.
Lips that frown
smile
when upside down.
The gambler knows he's done,
but bets 'all-in',
anyways.
The road to tomorrow
is crowded
with people
taking their last look
at yesterdays.
never again
just this once
one more time
just the one,
one last time!
one last time!
Hopefully
Life is never a bed of roses ??
But live your life anyways
And make it beautiful at
Every given opportunity
If you can
Is a free world they say
So We either live or die to live
But live your life anyways
The journey the experiences the feelings the moments
All will come and go
But the memories of your life
will always reflect or be declined
But live your life anyways
Just or unjust
Who is to judge
Your destiny is in your hands
Hopefully ????
There was writing in the tiny town, where two legged rats I'd reckon were going round..Selling out a true blue man, alone
And outnumbered, same..Same old plan.'
Maybe an ex-copper lived nearby.' Anyways
A rat , As known to you and I.' Or maybe a
Few.? Quite sad stuff.' Yet now the hue and cry.' And all because he wanted his rights? he had, confronted with reason, and the judge, well he was in a plight ' judge peter
dunn, a real strange one.' And his awfully
Un-lawful actions, and his courthouse based henchmen.' Dezie claimed arrest of the 'judge?' And his crew, who were breaking many laws, must be what they often do.? Officials anger and axiety now
Knew no bounds, before Dezi got his court
Date, to Porepunkah the henchmen, chased him down, ten armed coppers, he
Took out three..One just wounded
Yet Dezi killed the other two..So what with
The rats, and dummys of the people.' Cov-idiots, thats keeping it simple ' I ask for peace, i hear a trickle.? And the killing of Dezi.' No wonder i'm busy.' Searching and
Finding, and making aware.' True
people we need you, come step up
And out of despair.!
I loved you.
I didn't know it then,
But I know it now.
I had wanted you then.
Yet I don't want you now,
And I can't have you anyways.
I loved you.
I still love you,
But I have to move on now.
You're happy now.
That's more than I could wish for,
And one day, I'll be happy too.
I loved you.
Not in love with you,
But I loved you.
I actually loved you.
Someone will get to have me when she realizes she wish she did,
At this point I do NOT care if it is to late for her when she realizes it,
I did what I did,
Kid or NOT,
I am getting pretty sick,
We were NOT designed to live alone,
I do NOT mess with kids,
That can be taken in more ways than one,
But I do have a heart,
I just hope that whoever gets it,
Will NOT have it stepped on again...
I am NOT looking for enemies but friends,
They are the people on whom we depend upon,
In the end I do believe that I am NOT wrong,
This is my plea, hope, and song,
I guess at this point it would be just as beneficial to hit a bong,
The gong could go off but I would NOT go for it,
I NO longer am that into meditation,
A vacation would be better,
Toes in the sand, a girl in a bikini, and a nice glass of gin,
Would keep me grinning,
At that point I would whip out my ID and say that “yes,”
In fact, my name is Glenn,
Yet call me G3,
My friends who hinted that I was too easy,
Seemed to leave me anyways but what I would have to say would be this is NOT the fin...
It is hard for me to just write a normal poem
when i have to deal with the
meaning of human beings who stink
who are selfish in every step of the way.
This earth was given to us by mistake
we did not deserve it because we are a waste
there is no good human being
there is only human waste floating
like on top of the water
someone needs to clean all this waste up
including myself including my brother
he is the real human piece of human ass gas
a real piece of fart including my uncle.
Why was i brought here from war to
an even bigger mistake this place
does not deserve me and i don't like it anyways!
Many would disagree but it don't matter
because it is true, this jungle of farts
and rotten lies and stabs who cares
to even get to know us who are we
why all the gods and homeless at the same time?
Because we have become rude to our own
brothers and sisters our families, our mothers
our fathers, where is all the respect
like i said, my father was a great man
but his mistakes have ruined me
from war to an even bigger gore
and horror, this giant toilet of life
i still don't understand why
i was brought here this isn't
the bathroom i want to use!
I wish you warmth and sunny days,
and stuff like that, and anyways,
I fondly hope that your attire
is a shirt fresh from the dryer.
I am the bridge—
Built strip by strip
From the backs of newcomers
And the tears of providers.
I do not falter
When footsteps cross me—
Colorful voices of change,
Fathers, asking for humanity,
Mothers protecting from insanity.
I was built between then and now
Carrying the legacies of those who refuse to whisper in their dreams.
Voices planted in concrete.
To bloom in unity.
I am the bridge—
Nailed together with hope
Wrapped around each bolt.
I am the bridge—
Reaching over rivers and valleys
Where stop signs tower but, anyways, we rally.
I am the bridge—
Where freedom lives
And fear says 'hey'
But we march anyway.
I am the bridge—
Holding strong and steady
As history moves forward
It's equality we're moving towards.
I am the bridge—
Every step is to justice
Each mile we reclaim
For the message lives.
And the message is and always has been...
Black is powerful.
Amen.
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