Stop pretending to be something that you are not
be someone that you are dreaming of
stop stealing my poetry or someone's life story
come up with your own find the experience
stop kissing ass because you believe it might change
your life or put food on the table just starve be real
look for food in containers and behind closed restaurants
see the disrespect that these people u rub on every day
in the subway on the way to work they don't see you
or your pain, the only thing is money that counts
your home isn't yours but banks till you die
your land your children's playground sits on
will never be yours because government owns you
eat that food from the dumpsters, it might cure your brain
bring sense of reality into your life, nothing is real
but what you believe it to be, nothing moves
but your life before your eyes, you are gone
after you there is only your clothes, and your bills
wake up and don't fall asleep, but if you do
no one will believe you existed.
In the black throat of space, words spiral,
Charred syllables drifting like moths to no flame.
Every book, every prayer, every curse
Finds its way into the bone-dust of stars.
I dream of archives stitched into the dark,
Veins of memory pulsing through nebulae—
All our hands, bloody or tender,
Catalogued in the frost of dead moons,
And liquid methane.
The universe hums like a nuclear engine,
Its shelves sagging with unsaid apologies,
Maps drawn by trembling conquerors,
The taste of fruit extinct for a thousand years.
We vanish, but the sentences remain,
Tattooed in light, spinning past the last horizon,
A chorus of vanished throats still singing,
Though no ear will ever hear them again made whole.
It is two a.m. I am totally non-sleepy
Do I consider a sleeping pill? No.
Three twenty. I am impressively awake, watching TV
At 4:15 a dog licks my face, waking me up.
I am on the couch, not comfortable, so I move to my bed.
Both dogs move with me.
We wake up at 7:41 a.m.
I used to leave for work at six
I love this feeling of sleeping in
Retirement is incredibly easy
I cannot believe how hard I fought it
Now I am living a life I never knew existed.
A life that is showing me how to really live.
A beach ball stuck in the rafters of the pool,
been there for many years in the oblivion cool.
It contains the breath of an unknown person,
in the blowing wind the spirit still lives on,
as the vestige of the gone lingers in the obscurity.
I’ve been in many places as an anonymous entity,
people have seen me but haven't known my identity.
On the instances of time I left the footprint
with relicts of fragmented me that still might glint,
although the owning light has disappeared.
In the twilight hour the shadows of my presence
I perceive enwrap the indelible essence
I left in those places where I never went back,
but they got etched in some mind’s track,
keeping them engraved unfaded.
If I meet some of them now passing me by
I’d like to ask who and what was I
in that moment of my life when our paths crossed,
when they got pieces of me on a forgotten day lost
that perpetuates in the time continuum.
I find happy people weave nostalgia tapestry
of the unforgotten with the threads of memory
as I do with strands of the past in times of retrospection,
stitching the pieces left to make the collage of the one
who existed there and then.
What if you never existed,
What if I never knew what love feels like,
Your love was my home and now that you dont exist I live in a house where all the windows are broken and a clock which still strikes,
Will sitting near the lake no longer be fun cause you used to sing for me whenever I was sad,
Will the silence no longer be sweet cause you won't be beside to hear me through it,
Will the stars no longer shine as I won't be having my moon beside,
Would I be able to look upto love the same way I look up to you in my each and every thought,
Will all the memories we created will fade with time or will you carry them to the other world finding where am I....
~Riya?
On such longs days
Before the sun rises
As it peaks at noonish
To stars racing the moon
To set again for tommorow
My clouded mind escapes
Ventures into daydreams
Sweet you
To let my mind wander
To forget such days
If only
Sweet you existed
Somebody starts everything
As a conflict
And makes it a compromise
In front of bribery
Election canvassing
Demonstration or strike
A long way to fight indeed
For truth and justice
Which is already existed
Before we arrived at this world
Why
Black silhouette
One of the reminders that her child had existed
He cut it out himself after his friend drew it
She admired the imperfections of the cut.
Loved remembering how quickly Jackson had to do everything
Not caring if it was perfect, as long as it was done
So he could move on to something new
The Father knew you before you existed, knitting your face
Now seems some got this twisted and fallen into disgrace
Knowing when one doesn't exist, knowing you complete
The One who is in our midst and one day you will meet
By Him that time is already set for we shall all pass away
This is just where you place your bet and how you play
For it is His Rhyme, His Reason and Jesus His only Son
Not knowing when it's your season and this life is done
Those choosing not to believe are liable without excuse
satan so loves to deceive standing there with his noose
All contained within His Word which is simply ignored
To many this hasn't incurred in not feeling so implored
His Creation so impeccably great that all creation can see
Each one picking their own fate even if you don't agree
God has placed you here, gravity works even if you doubt
Thus let's be clear, only with Jesus will you win this bout
Matthew 18:20 (KJV)
“For where two or three are gathered together in my name,
there am I in the midst of them.”
Before words existed, when humans could not speak..
They would fend for their children, smile gently and wipe them clean.
They would kiss their mate, and give them a look..
Before language existed, that's all it took.
When words of anger didn't exist..
To bring a border in between.
Yes, anger could still be shown
But real love could always be seen.
Back when compassion, effort and
Simplicity meant everything.
Now people need words to try and show that they care..
They forget the actions to show that love is there!
Words are great but cannot always tell the body what to do..
Sometimes all words offer, is not what is true!
When love is real, it's something you will feel and not hear..
When love is real, the word "love" you will no longer endear.
You'll be in awe, baffled, never to find the word just right..
You'll realize that language isn't what bounds hearts tight.
Before language..
Love was an instinct, and to understand
We didn't need these words.. Now all that we have
Is a population of adjectives and adverbs..
I existed when no one returned your calls
I existed in ways you don't seem to recall
I existed when you came home late
Stench of rum and sweat
I existed when you left me alone
many times
alone and irate
I existed when you took pieces of my soul
Puzzled at my addiction
I grew cold
Darkness surrounds me
Envisioned light
As demons knocked at my door
I conceived Him
Envisioned Life
Envisioned 23 years in one night
As I awake
Scorned and reborn
I rose in existence
I existed in his pulse.
It existed, backwoods,
Since the peaceful childhood;
Where only tranquility,
Warmth and tenderness
Bordered our intentness.
However getting into life..
Absorbing experience,
Getting well-known to what's novel,
Taking hard fortitudes,
Contributing all accessible chances
Attempting for a better eventual,
Leading for a self-satisfied grownup,
Are snatching it from me.
Whatever authorities were,
Hard decisions must be picked up.
Requesting luxurious serendipity,
Requires much sufferance
And acclimates the envier thirsty,
But at least confident,
For assuming it in a misty finality.
EINSTEIN’S DREARY
People are always asking why
Why do you yearn to set afire the sky?
They ask my empty voice for a rapid reply
Yet they might as well ask me “why I can’t fly?
In the center of every hollow sentence is something they imply
And after all these years they still ask why I like to get high
It’s a simple equation much like two plus two equals four
And I like taking drugs because too many people are a bore
They either are bores, whores and all cause me to snore
They all know facts and figures but I know far more
For instance I know that if a person says “I’ve never cried” it’s a lie
And “no” despite your inane question I cannot fly
So stop asking me for advice, solutions or the key to everlasting love
That’s a question you must deliver to someone above
Einstein’s up there and can spoon-feed you the answers you require
While all I yearn to do is set the god-damned sky on fire
© 2011.…Phreepoetree
I never Really thought god existed
I always thought he was man made
A figment of our imaginations
An imaginary friend who we can trust
Who we can pray to for support and guidance
I never really thought god existed
For I thought if he did he wouldn’t
Let these bad things happen to us
Especially on that September day
When we lost something so precious
I’ve come to realize when we loose something
We don’t loose it all
We only loose a part of it
I never really thought god existed
Until I prayed for a friend
Only then did I realize he does exist
Because he gave me you
A friend who cares
A friend who I can laugh and cry with
A friend who likes to tease me about things.
One who don’t judge me
Spring will never wait
Frolicking with its blossom
Flirting with its bloom
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