April
The world aflame now
purple bursts through bursting green
the pink grin of flow'rs
Still my home more a hotel
but with you my heart does swell
Emptiness
Underappreciated
Overworked
Spiraling in a spiral
So windy not even God
Can see the end and it keeps
Going and going until
You reach a dead end and you have to turn around
But at this mark you’re so turned around
You can’t tell the ceiling from the ground
And the ground seems like a nice place to be
Because being is as inevitable as dying
But being just means spiraling
Not spiraling but bottling
Bottling and exploding
Exploding nothing because the bottle forgot what was inside
It’s been sitting there for so long
You can’t tell why, but you’re crying
Crying so hard and heaving
Not heaving but hurting, definitely hurting
And your eyes get all messed
And you try to block the sound
But you can’t tell the ceiling from the ground
And since they’re the same
At this point you’re already flying
So why not get some wings to reach the heavens
To touch the sun to touch the rain before it forms
The bottle before it gets shaken
The muscles before they ache
The heart before it breaks
Yourself before you’re taken
Just to sleep before you’re so exhausted that you can’t
To not climb but live atop the mound
And to tell the ceiling from the ground
I was painting in a daze
mind lost in a world
I didn't want to be in
I didn't want to be
I couldn't sleep the other night
and so my head was fogged
my brain was off
and the white paint covered the picture
Sweetly she shook me from my shadow
Serenely she said "is everything ok?"
She sang the words that stopped myself
from losing myself
Her hair was blonde and short
her name was zee
a little older than me, with kind eyes
the kind that can really see
Rhymez
Rhyming poetry is a little restrictive
Of course it can be effective
Depending on your objective
But for me its majorly addictive
Near rhymes barely scrape
by just like my brother in high
school. He'd put that little white tape
over his D in psychology.
It takes a lot of planning, scheming,
rewriting, rereading,
Odd becomes our syntax
attempting to make our rhymes exact
But when you're Eminem
and you've made your second million
you'll bow to the power of rhymin'
or at least appreciate the complexities it adds to the work :)
I hope I make you feel
as terrible
as you make me feel
The greatest gift
you've ever given me
was a black eye
the greatest gift
I could bear to give you
was a punching bag
You Deserve It
You were bad this year
Very bad, worse than anyone I know
Careless, lazy, rotten, pathetic,
A godawful person.
Bad.
Deliciously bad
And you had more fun than anyone
How can Santa resist?
Look in that sock,
there's the cash you needed
for whatever
rubbish
you're thinking of doing
but don't forget to invite me.
To myself, 4 seconds ago
Hey,
Read this quickly because there isn't a whole lot of time. Most importantly, you should really stop walking to read this because bad things can happen when you're walking without paying attention. Please look up and notice the coffee table in front of you a little to the left. Now pay attention to your feet. You are four seconds from catastrophe. If you would kindly step slightly right as to avoid the very painful crash of your toe into the bottom corner of that wooden table.
Yeah, I stubbed my toe. It really hurt. Save yourself.
You're welcome,
Your future self
December
The stress of the month melts
in the cold
and the cold melts
in your warmth
because even though this December I'll cry
tomorrow I'll be looking in your eyes.
Bad Days Aren’t Numbered
Only today
terrible feelings feel
somehow sourer.
Even naked trembles
erasing tremors
turn failed faith.
Lnz5000
When I feel something
I write
And sometimes when I don't
or can't
I miss the feeling
of ideas running through my head
and leaping
onto the white
My inspiration lies
in the lives of the people
I tell all my lies to
and those people
don't see what I write here
because when I type
there's no time to think
if I'm putting the words together
quite right
or if what I say
will change what they think
This is me without context
sometimes this person impresses me
and sometimes they put me to shame
but if I go on without this me
I don't really know who I would be
Thank you Prose
for this community