Crack!
Pop!
Skiddly doo bop de dop!
Those are the sounds of my wobbly knees
So tender, warm of flesh, and with joints stiff like dead bees
In their ungraceful way they come to a stop
Pop!
And then I'm dead
Categories:
ungraceful, death, deep, nonsense, onomatopoeia,
Form: I do not know?
An endless day of unending seasons
Rushing time waiting impatiently
Flowing through years of darts
Into yearn of doubtful past
Unending days of ungraceful time
Revolving round stars at night
Blowing through day with light
Surely shall have an end
My first step; her last breathe
Walking damsel;an old Lady
Years shall gone all by
But our work never shall
A short moment to spend
A little time to dwell
Long years vigorously awaiting
But here will it be at your doorstep
Season and weather all on
Still flickers never tiring
But surely one day shall cease
To continue giving you life
All hopes and faith wouldn't
Prayers and tears never will
But then left alone in darkness
To face the world beyond
Then you shall have with you your works
Laid before the judge
To know what you had done
All your labour and sweats
Then will you be rewarded
Condemned or justified
But all your labours here on earth
Where will it take you
Categories:
ungraceful, anxiety, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
To a certain extent we have no love,
Angry words spat can never be withdrawn.
To a certain extent one may never smile again,
No joy, no sense of humor.
To a certain extent insecurity strikes,
Yet none of it were we ever given.
To a certain extent one isn't himself,
'If they discover, I take quietus'
To a certain extent we are blind,
Even an insensible can sense the tension.
To a certain extent we are always unaware,
'If only we had taken to be awake.'
To a certain extent one might never write again.
Ink and paper present, thoughts blunt.
To a certain extent be inpersistant.
Lest you pursue harm.
To a ungraceful exent,
I might not see the kingdom.
If only it had come to my knowledge
How uncertain the extent was.
To a greater extent we are bitter.
To a uncertain extent we are at peace.
To this extent we are alive.
To an unknown extent we are dead.
To an annoying extent we laugh.
To certain extent we cry.
To a certain exent we consequently act.
Yet to another,
Nay, no consequenses.
Categories:
ungraceful, innocence,
Form: Verse
mania makes anything feel good
what feels good I come to believe
makes feelings fact like the rush should
a careless basis, this good can decieve
Still, easy ups push engaged intensity
with little to no effort, I just go
until I'm in a feel good reality
now you can believe anything as so
and I feel, feel away
I sense everything I say
cause now nothing feels bad
in the made up truth I've had
What feels bad feels like a lie
harsh negatives can no longer be real
it conflicts with this feel good truth I stand by
and its only fact Im willing to feel
Inevitably life comes and disagrees
with these permissable highs that pretend
that undesirable evidence is a disease
since good must be right, to defend
and I feel, feel away
I feel everything I say
now nothing feels bad
in the made up truth I've had
contrived concrete certainties Im addicted to
add cream and splenda, fill a super-sized mug
each sip I approach what to me becomes true
ungraceful actualities I brush off as I shrug
Categories:
ungraceful, confusion, truth,
Form: Lyric
Once upon a time, I dreamt of kills
Chasing blood running with chills
Learned of ways to gain new skills
My life now, has its unending thrills.
This passion of mine for fearful souls
To dig them quietly beneath each holes
To satisfy this thirst, I set my ungraceful goals
To cage of each anew mortal roles.
And not a decade long, I want more
But where to set my another chore
A question that made me think once more
Of hearts and souls I have made soar.
And murder me not, I prayed silently
Undo thy craving pains of so violently
Where has mercy gone in these flying years?
Why show me a side of no fears?
Categories:
ungraceful, fear, me, me,
Form: Rhyme
The lovely fog
roared through the rain forest.
Smearing blind velvet eyes
in the tropical season.
Bliss crust showering
the ungraceful carpet of decaying leaves.
Animals scattered
W I L D
like cions in a purse.
Evil prowling
through the terrified animals.
Domination felt
through the large kings
of the jungle.
Middle class mammals meander about
their senses heightened for murderous creatures
that stalk on the dark forest floor.
Categories:
ungraceful, animals, life, nature, places,
Form: Free verse
You always feel like
A Sunflower amidst the Daffodils
A Thistle among the Tulips
Out of place, unsightly
You see yourself
As the ugly duckling
But who never transformed
Into the beautiful swan
You feel ugly and at odds
Ungainly and ungraceful
How wrong you are
To me you are perfection
You should feel like
You are a Rose amidst Cabbages
An Orchid among Daises
In pride of place, radiant
I see you as
The beautiful signet
Who was transformed
Into a beautiful graceful swan
That’s how I see you
An angel from the host
A goddess among mortals
Whom I shall forever worship
Categories:
ungraceful, love, romancebeautiful, beautiful, daffodils,
Form: I do not know?
A star cries to be seen
Clouds pray to be torn from the sky
One chance to be on the ground
While a broken sparrow weeps
One more chance to be free from the earth
A wave may gather strength
But will never meet the shore
Silk strands torn by an apathetic wind
Leaving a lonely spider without a home
A tree finally breaks through the concrete
But only grows so far in its pride, then chokes to its death
Once a great mansion of a great man
Wastes away as it follows its master into the grave
Becoming a pile of indistinct nothingness
Such an ungraceful world is this
Categories:
ungraceful, allegory, life
Form: Free verse