Simple
Anonymous
I scream inside
To curse at you
Who throws me down
To frozen ground
And cold memories.
To curse at you
Who throws me down
To frozen ground
And cold memories.
Anonymous
London
You are an assault on my senses;
All stand paralysed like rabbits
in the lights of angry cars,
and though I gave you my memories
you never kissed my mouth
You are an assault on my senses;
All stand paralysed like rabbits
in the lights of angry cars,
and though I gave you my memories
you never kissed my mouth
Broken
My brain is broken
so the psychiatrist says
bipolar-disorder
caused by building stress
I respect his knowledge
but I can't help but feel
slandered
this is not me
I swear it
this up and down
happy and sad shit
it's just confused emotions
tossed together
trying to fight their way for dominance
I know what caused my disease
but the solutions offered
are almost insulting
Since when have pills become the cure-all?
I can fix my own problems
all I need is to acknowledge them
and take it one step at a time
reminding myself that I am more than this
and then I'll be free
My brain is broken
so the psychiatrist says
bipolar-disorder
caused by building stress
I respect his knowledge
but I can't help but feel
slandered
this is not me
I swear it
this up and down
happy and sad shit
it's just confused emotions
tossed together
trying to fight their way for dominance
I know what caused my disease
but the solutions offered
are almost insulting
Since when have pills become the cure-all?
I can fix my own problems
all I need is to acknowledge them
and take it one step at a time
reminding myself that I am more than this
and then I'll be free
Sunday Morning
Sundays are my favorite
Quiet mornings with coffee in hand
Putting on socks to avoid chilly
hard wood floors
My dogs is ready to go
pawing his leash as I get ready
for a trip down to the dog park
It's cold this time of year
I bundle us both up
not caring that people say
dressing dogs is ridiculous
He's not used to the north
so fuck off
Head out into the crisp morning
frost delicately covering barren trees
and head down to the park
Just Schmo and I
Sundays are my favorite
Quiet mornings with coffee in hand
Putting on socks to avoid chilly
hard wood floors
My dogs is ready to go
pawing his leash as I get ready
for a trip down to the dog park
It's cold this time of year
I bundle us both up
not caring that people say
dressing dogs is ridiculous
He's not used to the north
so fuck off
Head out into the crisp morning
frost delicately covering barren trees
and head down to the park
Just Schmo and I
The War of Simple Words
These simple words that float around can sneak emotions into minds like contraband smuggled in on the backs of a swarm of flies.
They can be used to describe that feeling in the morning that leaves you questioning the lies existence told you.
When words do battle no war cry sounds, no bells ring, there's no alerts on the news.
But when words do battle, worlds collide, just after falling in on themselves. So many thoughts ended and left to float aimlessly for all time, drifting in empty, darkened, cold space to one day devastate a distant world.
All from the war of six simple words....
When 'she loves me' is faced with 'no she doesn't'
These simple words that float around can sneak emotions into minds like contraband smuggled in on the backs of a swarm of flies.
They can be used to describe that feeling in the morning that leaves you questioning the lies existence told you.
When words do battle no war cry sounds, no bells ring, there's no alerts on the news.
But when words do battle, worlds collide, just after falling in on themselves. So many thoughts ended and left to float aimlessly for all time, drifting in empty, darkened, cold space to one day devastate a distant world.
All from the war of six simple words....
When 'she loves me' is faced with 'no she doesn't'
are resilient. The heavy breathing in the mind
is so loud, the volume control button rotates
it's axis twice. Yet the silence is a painful
pulse of existence within a grocery cupboard
The angels sing loud without an orchestra
in melodic choirboy drama's that are auto-re-play
rotations of 3 dimensional visuals with out
the armoured cars, guns and trigger-safe-guards.
a place i've never been
sometimes, i just don't want
to be me if being me means
never getting the love i need
loving too much and trusting
too far just to get hurt
all over again, no
i don't think my heart
could take another hurt
i am lonesome for a place
there is a name for it i know
it's difficult to explain but
i know the feeling all too well
it is a kind of nostalgia
for a place i've never been
sometimes, i just don't want
to be me if being me means
never getting the love i need
loving too much and trusting
too far just to get hurt
all over again, no
i don't think my heart
could take another hurt
i am lonesome for a place
there is a name for it i know
it's difficult to explain but
i know the feeling all too well
it is a kind of nostalgia
for a place i've never been
Karolyi's Marionette
Tears filled her eyes
as we said our goodbyes.
We embraced one more time
and swayed in her marionette.
Many years will pass
before we can hold
each other again..
Holding her tightly,
until her flight is called.
Still not wanting to let go
she backs away,
our fingertips slowly seperate
as the tears fill my eyes,
the gate has closed.
As a prison cell's bars
imprison and contain.
Until our reunion
the oceans seperate us again
stemming our passion.
But I know for sure
we'll dance in her marionette
in a distant time
as three years pass.
Can we dance in her marionette
in our hearts
will our passion burn..
Tears filled her eyes
as we said our goodbyes.
We embraced one more time
and swayed in her marionette.
Many years will pass
before we can hold
each other again..
Holding her tightly,
until her flight is called.
Still not wanting to let go
she backs away,
our fingertips slowly seperate
as the tears fill my eyes,
the gate has closed.
As a prison cell's bars
imprison and contain.
Until our reunion
the oceans seperate us again
stemming our passion.
But I know for sure
we'll dance in her marionette
in a distant time
as three years pass.
Can we dance in her marionette
in our hearts
will our passion burn..
Anonymous
Simple Erotica
If I got you alone
In my cottage near the lake
I will have my way with you
Not poetically
Not nicely
Simply
Call it justice
If I got you alone
In my cottage near the lake
I will have my way with you
Not poetically
Not nicely
Simply
Call it justice
