The world shifted and here I stand
A tired and lethargic man
Who demos death to avoid life
It hurts to think, just close my eyes
A crippled cell ruined the richest man
And the poorest isn't safe now
A gaping pit formed under their feet
A frosty giant awaits
Burning home, left alone
Their snowy corpse was white as bone
The world shifted and here I stand
Empty of heart and brain and hand
Inflexible yet rubber-made
A mighty oak born within shade
They cried for hours over our best friend
For whom they lusted
A polyphoric fungus feeding on
Whoever would listen
Live decay, turn away
Sinking deeper every day
The world shifted and here I stand
In a kingdom of rust and sand
Off-center and endless of height
Upon this throne of blackest night
The world shifted and they're all gone
Vanished within the rays of dawn
Caught making love with death and rot
So here I stand, it all for naught.
Categories:
off center, change, death, loss,
Form: Lyric
A polite way of saying someone's a little off-center
Say they're flaky, psycho, peculiar, or bizarre
I'm really nice though
To old ladies, love I show
Cept if I don't see em while driving my car
Categories:
off center, fun,
Form: Limerick
The babies babble; then they talk.
They crawl, then stand and soon they walk,
Delighting in their new-found skills;
Observing them gives non-stop thrills.
But as they grow, they'll find some friends
And as their circle thus extends,
Our star will fade as it should do
Though hopefully, our love's the glue
To hold them fast as time goes by
Without the need for how or why.
Yet wistfulness creeps in as age
Bumps most of us off center stage.
Categories:
off center, age, time,
Form: Rhyme
Poetically fractured retractions
gnashing night prayers,
scribbling braille,
written sideways
dipped amid holy water retention,
compromising statements
of disbelief's proclamation
spinning music the color
of nakedly sick psycho, yet
burnished souls keep on ticking
half past total trade-offs
in a spoonful of smoky reflections
sans sugar's acid trip,
anointed of rose red
bloody false pretenses
dancing off center
in disillusioned
pirouettes of pseudo redemption,
whirling out of control on
staged tapestry's loftiness
surrendered ballet slippers
in blistered half promises,
as twisted metaphors sprightly
tuned out spun anomalies
below birds on a rusty wire tweeting
admissions of cobalt blue executions,
rendered inky alterations' inquisitions
'pon pedaled pink fluff profundity,
exhaling paroxysms of engaged poetry
in vehemently enraged deliverance,
naught one is ever as they seem
through pigmented film 'neath
figment's imagined looking glass
of ingratiated grand delusions
Categories:
off center, hyperbole, imagery, imagination, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
i'm that guy
who's to weird for you
who they say they love
but forget when all
the funs going around
that guy who you fear
but never admit it
a dent in your ego
a mark on you rep
who they seem to forget
to busy to pick up the phone
they say i'm the one
who'll stand up
from the crowd
so for good or evil
how am i suppose to
stop all the war
in this world
Categories:
off center,
Form: I do not know?