Spared a change—
Spared a week, spared everything that made me weak.
Spared the week that made me weak.
Spared the people who think I am a “geek.”
Spared the light that made me weak,
From a dream that wasn’t supposed to find an end,
Because there was nothing to seek.
You ask for the stars
But I give you the moon
Seemingly that's what you'll choose
Scattered around, Yet still in place
Only I know, you love the chase
But oh my mistake
Quiet you is pretty you
Social you is not you
All I want is to count the blues
if you'll join me, but you wouldn't
Tell me how Oh tell me how
I'd give my all, yet you wanted more
I gave you more but it wasn't enough
Then I realized I wasn't the one
Broken pieces on the ground
Made to look like you
Only I'm able to figure out
Why you do what you do
You could've chose me
But you didn't
Running through the woods
Like you'll miss it
Counting the stones
Like it's given
But you didn't choose me
You didn't
I
Call
Out
To
The
Lord
And
He
Did
Not
Answer
Reject this authoratarian plan..
Its plastic poison.' Make a stand.'
Write, sign, email.' Steel your wills.'
Speak the truth, the only answer to
Such intended I'lls.'
I wish you a merry Christmas
I wish you a merry Christmas
I wish you a merry Christmas
And I cut off my left ear
I wish you a merry Christmas
I wish you a merry Christmas
I wish you a merry Christmas
And I cut off my left ear
Self-portraits I paint
and sunflowers, too
Good tidings for Christmas
And I cut off my left ear
I wish you a merry Christmas
I wish you a merry Christmas
I wish you a merry Christmas
And I cut off my left ear
I'm good at painting noses
I'm good at painting eyebrows
I know how to mix my colors
But I'm not good at ears
I'm good at painting noses
I'm good at painting eyebrows
I know how to mix my colors
But I'm not good at ears
Self-portraits I paint
And sunflowers, too
Good tidings for Christmas
And I cut off my left ear
There is a nose on my portrait
There are eyebrows on my portrait
There are nice colors on my portrait
But you don't see no ear
There is a nose on my portrait
There are eyebrows on my portrait
There are nice colors on my portrait
But you don't see no ear
My portrait I bring
A present for you
Good tidings for Christmas
But, sorry, no ear
My advice for Christmas -
Hang onto your ear
Drinking in a bar,
I was! I...were?...are?
What's this 'fore my vision, blurred?
Say, she's kinda cute -
each fair attribute.
Soon my slurring words are heard,
"You have lubbly hair!"
"You're not looking there,
and don't spill that on my lap."
To clean up, I knelt,
Whereupon, I felt
on my face, another slap.
Society is like the spines of a cactus.
Spines that protect some magical reservoir that we’ll never know.
Then the people who are like spines will get used up and fall to the ground and they are dangerous and pointed still but they are worthless now.
I’m pointed and sharp as anyone.
I’m smiling and it’s pointed and sharp.
And I’m angry.
And I’m laughing at them.
My past taught me to always be myself, no matter what.
Hiding just causes an inner cold.
I hid behind lies.
I hid because I was afraid of what people would say,
but I lost part of myself and felt stuck in a world I couldn't see.
Now I accept myself completely.
I love my mistakes because they make me who I am.
I never accept proposals that hide me in difficulty.
Hiding means living in darkness.
However, being yourself means living in the evening sun.
So I stand tall, head held high,
embracing my genuine self, with no cause to hide,
for I am a reflection of all that I've been through,
and my tale is a love letter to me, from me to you.
I only wanna get higher...
Higher,
Hired,
Higher,
Hired,
Higher,
I only really wanna get higher.
THEY CAN’t TAKE THAT AWAY FROM ME
The way they claim the power
To choose for thee and me
The way they would devour
Freedom: they can’t take that away from me
They want to make me woke
To bend and take a knee
I’m just a freeborn bloke
Oh! No they can’t take that away from me
While they live their lives as princes
Doling handouts all for free
All I ask: leave what is mine and let me be
The way I make my choice
The way my mind’s still free
While I still have a voice
Oh! No they can’t take that away from me
No! They can’t take that away from me
the greenland shark can be seen around greenland
and the brain begins to slow at 24
my brain fully developed in primary school
but my face has yet to do so
toxins in the air juxtaposed with the fermi paradox
rivers of mercury and winston churchill's parrot
i want to move to monaco
where all the mitochondria gyrates
the school don't ask me to host the christmas party
they ask the long-legged wood elf of a pe teacher
but i'm teaching romanticism
and still want to join the circus
That truth cannot be absolute
I do reject and will refute.
If we declare that it is not
Can that be certified as true?
Therefore, truth absolute must be.
Can anything false never be?
Contest name: Bite Size Poem no6 Poetry Contest
R-eject
I-nvisible
N-astiness
A-nd
V-irus
E-liminating
R-abid
G-rime
A-nd
R-aging
A-ttack
Topic: Birthday of Rina B. Vergara (June 17)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Six children alive and sired
Fathering three and tired
The other three reject me
A traitor in me, they see
Married once; now again
My sanity to regain
At what cost to the kingdom
My rejection of martyrdom
The natural man waxes and wanes
The spiritual man rises to higher planes
I asked for as many as the stars
To assuage my emotional scars
The question outliving the answer,
the chosen—their verdict was death
The prophecy destroying the prophet,
religion—its God to reject
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
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