Sometimes the words come easy
with an instant consent
arranging themselves neatly
that sweet spot in my mind
of no resistance
not nauseas yet
Sometimes the words
are not so agreeable
intent on staying unspeakable
spurting and in a nonsensical surge
But i cannot polish dirt
into crystal
The result:
forced rhymes
syllables in broken time
But the worst
are the words which crawl
when my mind has set to stall
And all i have to show for it:
excessive words that won't fit
Thoughts i can't contain
yet can't explain
Repeating the same thing
(but with different words)
over and over again
Maybe i've been mistaken, then
I'm idle in the brain
and full of empty
Crumpled up poetry
strewn about me like confetti
And at the end of it all
feeling too much exposure
My mind, a tube of toothpaste
folded six times over
Now i'm choking and holding my waist
from the nightly nausea
and chain-smoking aftertaste
Rushing to lock the door,
and head for the store
to buy me some more
goddamn
toothpaste
Categories:
nauseas, confusion, funny, humor, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Why is this happening to me what did I do wrong? I'm losing my mind I can't stop shaking feeling so nauseas and lifeless where did I go wrong I loved you more than I have ever loved anyone in my whole life yes I lied to you a couple times but baby it's the past please ease my mind my heart!! Baby just tell me what I have to do or need to do I im dieing here I'm about to crash just let me go home I can hear voices and I'm at the gates of heaven its so beautiful and peaceful up here but it just doesn't seem right the angels won't let me in they say it's not my time yet!! Why haven't you came for me? Was I right? You don't care about or never loved me please baby why me? What's that sharp pain in my chest why are you just standing there looking at me say something. Ouch that hurts oh no wait is that you rubbing your hands/fingers through my hair? Now why I am back here was I wrong please tell me i was just over reacting like always! I can talk what happened to me did you do this to me? Something isn't right I can hear you but I'm not able to say anything please tell me everything is fine and your all mine and that you love me and It was just a dream!!!
Categories:
nauseas, boyfriend, cry, heaven, hurt,
Form: Epic
Neurotic nauseas stomach knots of graceful plastic smiles
Finally expose themselves in feathered melodious stretches
And drip salty satisfaction among depraved spectators.
Categories:
nauseas, art
Form: Sijo
Jealousy overcomes me like
an anaconda suffocating my prideful puffed penguin chest
and the thought of your hand running across the skin of someone else is grievous
So uncomfortable, I feel a wave of something wearisome, and it's left a skunky sour taste in my
mouth,
nauseas at the fact that you could look that way.... at someone ELSE
A wave of irritability floods over me like a tsunami of self doubt, I take my aggression out on
myself
curse obscenities to numb the guilt of my defeat in all interpersonal relationship realms
I know that I will never measure up to the standards of perfection, that I have daydreamed up
I feel like a child reaching up to the cookie counter, but I can never manage to reach that
perfection shelf
Categories:
nauseas, confusionme,
Form: Free verse
Be tuned in and aware
there are people out there who will use you
I'm not trying to give you a scare
I just don't want people to abuse you
Listen to all the words theysay, then...
fly like a bird or stray
Or stay if you dare, whatever you care
but
please be cautious
and
don't get nauseas when I say
'please beware'.
Categories:
nauseas, people, people,
Form: Personification
Its just a vicious circle
going in circles without any clues
Its just a mad hatted mess
looking to make no amends
It's just a disregarded apathy
if they suddenly look our way
no hello how are you?
how was your day?
Its just a nauseas stab in the dark
its just a thump to the head
its just a bruise to the knee
it's a scrape across my chest
on St. Patrick's day
It's just a concentrated mess
wrapped in a bundle
a mind trap of danger
and mind numbing insanities
you'll be asking whose who in a mystery
It's just looking for that angel
the one wearing that suit
the one who shot me in the face
and never made the news
It's just where it fell apart again
looking for assonance and reason
to the logic of keys and education
of gardens and statues
Categories:
nauseas, confusion, imagination, mystery, education,
Form: Free verse