Best Pinned Poems
Erratic behavior is on the verge
There's going to be a dramatic surge
Morality is at an all-time low
In this crazy twisted show, don't ya know
The ups and the downs with the crazy clowns
Being Pinned down by a million pounds
Living like a scrounge in a crazy town
Always Bound by that evil sound
Yelling at the sky and asking why
Anger is an issue that we can't deny
The shady characters in the dark
Sneaking up on you like a shark
Human parts being picked apart
Taking a left instead of going straight
Going to fast need to hit the brakes
One bad mistake is all it takes
Darkness is coming at an alarming rate
you are in my heart
you're dotting every i
you're in every thought
that crosses across my mind
you're there in my hopes
and on the end of my line
when my cellphone beeps
it's you every time
as I pin each dream
on each little star
each time I turn around
right there you always are
no rain on the horizon
just skies of purest blue
each dream in my heart
is all because of you
Pinned.
Your thoughts, are censored,
pinned in through your eyes.
Scrabbled words which fall
down your bitter throat
not out into the freedom,
outside your being,
they poison you guts.
Because the brain that thought
cannot digest its own freedom,
of speech, so we wallow, and
swallow, wallow and swallow,
spooned by Government , too death.
By dark fears pinned; heaven and hell
False beliefs shrivel soul
Once lower desires, we do quell
We expand, feeling whole
We are love, we are light
Bliss that does not alight
Shining by day and night
We've never sinned
By dark fears pinned
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By dark fears pinned, though were born free
Oh lama, exit mind
Once head and heart, with love agree
Delusion does not bind
We are He, do not cringe
Live life not on the fringe
From lower mind, unhinge
Ego's headwind
By dark fears pinned
29-January-2022
Double Quietus
winning his ticket home dishonorably, the victor lies in a ditch
12/23/2018
Contest: Winners and Losers
Sponsor: Silent One
Lip stick and pinned up hair and filters. Pouting and peace signs. Toilet selfie and different floral dresses, the flowers unfurled and colours of passion. Forced expressions and emoji captions. This is what I see on social media.
Who can tell what is real about it, all the girls look the same and they look like girls. They go to the same coffee shops which are all equally unique and similar. They snapchat and show that they are social. The projections are their ideal I suppose and also their tangible reality. I don't know any of them. I met a lot of people in my life but I don't know the people in these photos. I feel disconnected.
I feel like they are trying to tell me something, or the world, or tell their world something. Show all their followers how they are active and free and happy and living and beautiful. Is this a paradox, living in a projection that you control and eliminating your whole self for these moments.
Did you want me to think about you? Do you want to be seen? All I see is lipstick and hair. I don't know you and that makes this feel intrusive. Why are you in my thoughts? You post photos of your friends, I don't know who they are, all I see is lipstick and hair.
Yeh maybe she is hot, and I do like that guys jacket. I was just passing the time pressing the screen of this phone which is a mystical portal to the world, my magical glass ball.
I don't normally pay attention to you. I am usually spending more time on my own projection, but I guess I noticed you today. It was the lipstick, and you had your hair pinned back. I would say hello, if I could remember your name.