love is an overused and time worn concept
marriage is banal
yet nothing about your love is threadbare
you are my evermore
you wear me thin but even the thinnest strings of my fate spell out your name
there is no sphere where waking up on your sore bicep takes a backseat in my thoughts
you are not a part of my anatomy; you are it.
my heart my soul my mind
you own rent free space
you eclipse my ambition
nothing holds a candle to the love i’ve cultivated for you over these years
you are a paradigm of the moment where i realise what your love does to me
you make me a wreck and yet all it takes to fix me is you
you are the poison and you are the antidote
you are the totality of my thesis; you are the only thing i understand.
I'm sitting at home but living rent free in your head.
Your thoughts scream for help so I'll pay some rent instead.
The payment's not money, just the hated helping a hater.
So I'll help you realize your hateful thoughts as your love translator.
Resentments and jealousy are like poison to your soul.
You're only hurting yourself as you slither back down your hole.
I'm sorry for being brash, I had to put my thoughts in check.
Thoughts lead to feelings which determine how you act next.
How you act and your actions have good and bad consequences.
Now it's your choice, be real or keep your false pretenses.
Do you know that pain
The pain of never knowing
Knowing when your smile will fade
Become a star in the night sky
Amongst many forgotten
Do you know the relief
The relief when your done trying to be happy
And give in to the demons
Stop letting them live there rent free
You'd never let someone do that to you or me
You care for the demons provide them the shadows
To grow, to cause you ache
When you look into those beautiful brown eyes
You think you're not enough
That you have something to hide
I know you recognize the eyes
The pain in the night
The voices when the lights turn off
Stop
Love yourself
No matter the pain it causes the demons
Rid them if their comfortable lives
Shine over the shadows
Until the day you can control the sun,
You have stars willing to fight until the end by your side
So never fade
Or lose yourself in the dreams
I love you Mia
Your like a sister to me
Just don't lose yourself in words of the sea
I sit in class with my thoughts on blast,
The paper in front is one of the last
I fidget with my pencil and remain outcast
And act oblivious to the obvious task.
The teacher walks around, reviewing each kid;
I remain unphased, and continue to stay hid
The teacher walks past, along the floor grid
I don’t peep a sound as my thoughts start a bid.
I cannot do this task that has been handed to me,
When my thoughts won’t stop bothering me
It pains me that they live rent free,
And I really wish I could be set free.
I look at the work that is undone,
I cannot finish now or it will be numb
However later on it will be done
Only when I do not feel this unfun.
Live free or die
so defiant your sentiment
No rent-free for me, thanks
You kvetch and cry...
I'll buy
~ farewell, foul-mouthed fellow tenant
Give Or Take
Miracle Man
8/22/2024
Our country is fast becoming,
morally laid in waste.
Many embrace this change,
while others feel abased.
Nefarious people are making,
troublesome news each day.
We no longer view our laws,
being black and white, but gray.
Our Government has now become,
like a humongous money tree.
Illegals are treated far better,
with a stipend they live rent free.
Looting and killing is rampant,
with protesters voicing their views.
With covered faces, they burn our flag,
in protest toward ourselves and Jews.
“The wheel that squeaks the loudest,
always gets the grease.”
Vintage Chanel lives rent free in my mind
the colors are deep, subtle and magical.
Over time, the originally soft textures,
become luscious like a lover's caressing touch
In college, you dress down,
you want to blend in, not stand out
gods forbid you flag entitlement
and draw envy's barbed compliments.
The simple styles bear the twin burdens
of camouflage and practicality.
In Paris, fashion can be capricious,
but elegance is a silent conversation,
with its own intricate vocabulary in drape,
line, fabric and in painstaking choice.
In places where fashion matters - Paris, Manhattan, the Hamptons,
it can signal position, the way uniforms signal authority everywhere.
A splash of fashion can not only have a fabulous effect
on how its wearer feels, it can tell important stories.
I’m told that, in back rooms, where fortunes are awarded or lost,
fashion can announce arrival, rank, and intent.
It can whisper new wealth, in upstart display
or a threadbare, silent duel with mounting debt
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Songs for this:
The Way It Is by Bruce Hornsby & The Range
Read Between the Lines by The Bingtones
My Dove, she flies above it all,
In the face of despair she smiles,
Solving all the problems she can.
My Dove, she has deep chocolate hair,
With fair skin,
And eyes like a maze.
My Dove, so many thoughts unspoken,
One glance her way and I'm weak,
Her brains, her beauty, they make her complete.
My Dove, she adores the small things in life,
Like the birds chorus at dawn,
And the laugh of a child.
My Dove, she smells like vanilla perfume,
Her lip gloss is cherry flavoured,
And her dress is covered with daisies.
My Dove shows love through gifts,
Bracelets, painted glasses,
Anything that can be seen as personal.
My heart melts for my Dove,
She lives in my heart Rent free,
I just wish she would look my way,
Even just once.
*My Lines Are Not Good Enough*
Rent free in my heart's deep core
The beautiful one that my heart beats for
She shares a glance but I always want more
Fluffy lips like whipped cream
Over me like a gentle stream
So much afforded me in a dream
She appeared like an holy grail
Will my ship ever set sail?
But shy, I'm a failing brail
In my stalking element again
Perchance luck finds me and my lips unlock
As her fragrance filled the grocery store
Come sweet scented
Slow down and let me talk to you
Won't you be my Juliet, I said
A hard look is all I got
My guts told me so
My lines are not good enough
Live in my heart, rent-free
Now and forever more.
Don't stay out in the cold;
Make yourself feel at home,
For its as good as gold.
Live in my heart, rent-free.
Don't knock, just come right in
To a place very safe,
To a place you belong,
To a heart that's fail safe.
Live in my heart, rent-free.
Flow into me, my sweet,
Like most gentle of streams.
My heart is a refuge;
It's where love's bright light gleams.
Live in my heart, rent-free.
There's enough room for you;
Stay as long as you wish!
You possess the sole key;
There, our love shall flourish.
My muse keeps pestering like a cenobite,
chewing my brain like a hungry parasite.
Pressuring the ink to bleed like acid rain,
catharsis to release perpetual pain.
Hiding poems that live rent free like boarders,
I'm a shadow slave refusing it's orders.
This elusive euphoria sounds absurd,
because I'm silent in my clandestine world.
My pen has froze in this salacious summer,
ignoring mental murderous moon's mummer.
My faithful muse, why don't you abandon me,
can't you see I have no time for poetry.
I've fallen free without words, feeling too deep,
please do not disturb me, I just want to sleep.
Think I heard it for the first time today.
That laugh.
Like hot chocolate on a winter day.
It felt like something that melts your heart.
A buoyant feeling,
Which makes a dying heart restart.
Are they aquamarine or ocean eyes?
Spending a second too long,
Fills your body with butterflies.
A bittersweet feeling, a poisonous state,
Like dropping from a high,
It’s a bit too difficult to wait.
Living in my head 24/7 rent free,
Hope you’re not annoyed,
Just wondering, do you ever notice me?
Late nights,
Cold and fragile skin,
That is when they come to see me,
My presence is a feast to them,
They follow me everywhere I go,
I feel them lurking around the corner,
But when I look,
There nowhere to be found,
They know me better than I do,
This is what my shadow is to me,
It’s more like a friend,
But it never goes away,
I close my eyes,
But I still see it watching me,
Thought maybe it was because of Halloween,
As it stays every single day,
I come to know it is here to stay,
Living rent free,
Looking like me,
This is what my shadow is to me,
Maybe I don’t have to be afraid,
But when I turn away,
It grabs me and I can’t breathe,
I try to leave,
But it is apart of me,
This is what my shadow is to me.
You live eternally in my heart, it will forever be rent free
Beauty may be skin deep, so why is yours drowning me?
My limitless adoration of you, may be maddening to see
But with you in the same asylum, never will we be lonely
Loving you is like stirabout, it is made fresh every day I be
Consume it with brazen dates, for in them my loves decree
Six Days of Christmas
On the first day of Christmas my MP had for free:
A partridge with all the trimmings.
It didn’t come from Aldi
On the second day of Christmas my MP had on me:
Two vintage Champagnes, a partridge with all the trimmings
And nothing came from Aldi
On the third day of Christmas my MP had on me:
Three Harrod’s Hampers, two vintage Champagnes,
A partridge with all the trimmings
And nothing came from Aldi.
On the fourth day of Christmas my MP had on me:
Four new suits, three Harrod’s hampers, two vintage champagnes
A partridge with all the trimmings,
And nothing came from Aldi
On the fifth day of Christmas my MP had on me:
Five houses rent free!! four new suits, three Harrod’s hampers,
Two vintage Champagnes, a partridge with all the trimmings
And nothing came from Aldi.
On the sixth day of Christmas the MPs did to me:
Lied through their teeth
Raised inheritance tax,
Froze all the pensioners,
Put thousands out of work
Crippled the economy
Cancelled local elections
Gave 50 million to terrorists
While I ate a sandwich from Aldi.
David Cox 22/11/2022
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