you are white, your skin is cold. your eyes are red, your body has froze. your soul aint broke, you just cant see this catastrophe.
waged in the mind free range mammals creeping out to form the divine. soullessly bringing you to existence. youll find your life in a tree. but your roots cant let you see when they are grounded underneath. now its your test of time, go read the texts and engage your fucking mind. broken soil crushed into beds of glass and needles. medication shoved down the throat that does feed us. is this hallucination of the human screen glass-like and serene?, screaming out the decent and streaming out your life’s means.
your morals on a latter set to break and fall. your defense is blood scattered on the wall. your face is blank, and your body is cold. your will is divinity sold by the hour. take your memories and store them in a book. go back in and peel yourself out. take a real hard look on how your world has completely shook all cast down by your doubtful looks.
I seem to realize
more and more
that I am not
what you need
and I am not
what you want.
I see it in the way
you keep looking
you keep searching
while I’m here.
I hear it in what
in your half-hearted assurances
and the timing
of your praises.
But don’t you see, darling?
I would break myself
just to rebuild myself
into what you want
just to stitch myself together
into what you need.
I would case myself into the fire
to become flames
and molten desire
for you to pour
into your molds.
I know it’s not healthy
and I know it’s unwise
but, darling, I wonder:
If I could be what you want,
would I feel wanted?
What must that feel like?
If I could be what you need
my hands won’t shake
and my chest won’t ache
and I’ll be bigger than myself.
If I could be that for you
then at least I am something.
I’m sorry, darling, but
there’s just something
so tragic about you
that brings out the best
of the worst
I just want to be
to make up for the
that aches in my bones
and weighs in my lungs
and begs in my chest
and I don’t know
All that I want is a purpose. Don’t you have one to spare? || acw
Like a rain drop, crawling down the blade of the leaf.
It doesn’t stop and wonder what’s underneath.
It doesn’t worry if it will dry up once it has fallen.
It doesn’t care if it falls into a sea of water or a sea of death.
It doesn’t hesitate.
It just rolls.
The world isn’t watching it.
But at the same time it’s holding it in its mold.
It’s just a missed raindrop.
What if that raindrop was you.
What if that was you being held up on every blade of grass that comes from her.
Your face turning blue.
And you glistened by the moonlight but yet still felt so alone.
Alone with yourself but together with everything on this planet we all call home.
We at times forget that from the earth we were taken and so to it, we return.
We try to teach everyone what we know but then get so caught up that we forget to learn.
Constantly going so fast because the earth seems so undeniably vast.
Yet so many just sit in their house like its a cast and let their muscles and brains decay and rot.
If we don’t use it we lose it.
But funny how if we use some then we will lose many in this worlds plot.
Getting annoyed at change to the extent that we throw away penny’s, maybe even some nickels like its our daily snot.
Wanting everything now and if we don’t get it immediately then we feel like we’re in a jar being pickled.
Oh there’s a quarter.
Holding on to the corruption of the world like your a hoarder
The run around, like a track meet.
The waiting game, like a dmv back seat.
The hunt, but someone’s trying to attack me.
Life is vicious.
Looking past the malnourished talking about how the earth is so nutritious.
Then we watch as you destroy if.
I’ll be the witness that pleads guilty that the greedy humans are the problem.
Now when will they shut up and let him solve them.
this journey that we’ve walked so many years now has led us down the same path time and time again. we held hands down it once until we reached a fork and our fingertips shared one final kiss. and though i cried i knew we’d meet again.
somewhere along the way i thought i had it figured out plotted a few points, marked a couple places but none really felt right. as i was walking i saw the road meet another in the distance. my heart sank. my stomach turned. all along i knew this day would come i ran to catch up with you, but heard laughing from behind. you hadn’t made it this far yet, so i took the fork alone.
i’m at the end of my rope everyone has fucking left me my best friend won’t even talk to me and i figured this was it. and i saw the road join again, so i ran to you, even though it didn’t work before my legs moved on their own, there was no time to think and when i got to you you’d grown as i had, too and we picked up where we left off like we never even knew we’d gone.
so while this journey hasn’t been easy you’ve been a strong constant and if my road splits with yours, i’ll follow you to the ends of the Earth less we meet one final time, falling off the edge.
As I have been volunteering since about five am this morning to shove corn in bags and sell it to hundreds of people in my city, I decided that the only fitting entry would be a poem about corn, or An Ode to Corn. I have been quite enjoying writing poems for this month’s challenge. :)