We take notes but are often offkey
Never in tune with harmony
The flatline hits a fever pitch
A quick waltz with the devil
Hope pulls our heartstrings
But also strikes a chord
In an established vacuum
Melancholic vibes still reverberate
Category: Poetry
Unlucky me, Lucky you
I done thought a lot of things in my day, I admit.
That I was worth more than the words that they say.
On the wrong side of a cuck, that shit really sucks.
Thinking it’s just phase, say it to my face.
Say Im right, that you’re not wrong.
This shit’s been going on for so long.
On bended knee. Asked the words.
I dont know which is worse.
You got hitched and Im stuck.
Unlucky me, lucky you, good for you.
On the side of the bed they lay.
I’m not even allowed a wave outside, what more can I say?
Social distancing fully loaded.
Six whole states in between, pre-covid.
Yet at your most vulnerable it’s ok.
I make myself open and it’s me who overstayed.
Gave my keys, sat on my throne. And yet Im the one wrong.
My approach slow as this flattening and yet Im the one who came strong.
White gloves on.
Carefully handled it.
Eggshells on the floor.
Slowly, dont break it.
Have my light muse and my dark queen,
It’ll be all me in between.
Kept me in a time capsule easy to be buried.
If emergency break the glass, so you can go on and scurry.
Time’s up. Game’s over.
No continues left, it’ll be someone else’s quarter.
Friends in the zone are just pocketed dicks.
Really doesn’t matter who in the end will be picked.
Give them hope. Make them stay.
In the end I truly hope you’ll be okay.
In the end I finished last,
my future and present became the past.
At least give me some credit, it’s on the upstream.
Interests build and interest fade.
Some harsh truths are best kept in the shade.
Unlucky me, lucky you.
Learning braille to see with clarity.
Asphyxiation to see if the fire burns.
Turning back to move ahead.
Healing may leave scars.
A constellation of our desperation.
Of if it will ever exist in the stars.
Float
She’s like pulling teeth, you’re like my Novocaine.
Take two, twice a day to numb the pain.
I’m pro-Cain, because I’m just not Abel.
No one’s my keeper, I’m barely stable.
There’s rocks in my brain, cause obviously I’m insane.
Thinking it wouldn’t be the same and yet I’m not even the main
Attraction to the attention, barely a sideshow entertained
Skip the ad, move over to the main feature
Just simply an audience member in the theater
Watching, waiting. Listening, learning.
On the who, what, when, why, where and how
To simply try to be engaging.
Look out, only have the attention now
And maybe it’s just for a minute.
That’s a whole sixty seconds, aren’t I fortunate?
Or unfortunate. Maybe or a definite.
I’m as confused as you.
On the fly, changing rhyme schemes
But can’t change the mean to the right scene
It’s a bit obscene that I must lean on a bar that can’t be seen.
Maybe Im just finding an excuse to hold on
For dear life, in a ship that’s sinking.
Capsizing, drowning.
I’ll be the Jack to a wilting Rose.
Knowing the answer to the last petal.
Getting through the days knowing really shows my mettle.
But a medal of participation is all I’d get.
Floating aimlessly albeit selfishly.
A wave puts my mind at ease.
Looking far well beyond the horizon, I smile.
Thanks for the breeze.
Ebb and Flow
As the ebb tide recedes, along with it my spirit.
Left to my own devices, I swim against the tide.
Not knowing the extent of my strength.
Or the limits of my own ignorance and stupidity.
I clutch on to that string that couldn’t be cut.
That if I’m ever stranded or marooned,
it’ll lead me back to where I belong.
It comes crashing, in waves, in phases.
The ebb and flow of human emotions.
We bury what is real treasure
and lose sight of what’s truly valuable.
Yet capsizing on worthless inconspicuous obligations.
They may rotate amongst each other,
we revolve around our own evolution.
The moonlight illuminating the surface but something’s amiss.
When will I see my reflection again?
Over and Under
Overwhelmed by the underwhelming
Under what was thought to be over
Sinking. Drowning. In the shallow stream of the bridge
That I unfortunately crossed over
Under pretenses that was over the helm, I took it
Beyond a shadow, doubts lay in wait
For every inopportune time
Phases in and out
Under a daze, it replays incessantly in the mind
Over and over, dragging me under
A circular hell, a turbulent spell
The anchor that was strapped
Was thrown overboard
Guess it’s the only thing that gets over
I wander.
Complex
A function with no semblance of logic
That is the semantics of my mind.
Syntactically sound yet disarray
Equivocal issues creep from behind.
Trying to find the root of the problem
But no matter how hard I try
Can’t keep these thoughts of wishing death
On that day of pi.
Always will be close to the edge
Fearing of being put back on the shelf.
In the end, forever stuck in a loop
Where I recursively hate myself.
Anagram
I dare not call it closure, as it has a fatal connotation
At least to me in regards to what was beautifully blossoming.
Could call it a sense of relief knowing that the last words exchanged weren’t trivial
But words that were reassuring.
That we both impacted each other’s lives
In some shape or form.
Yet misunderstandings on both ends
Left our friendship torn.
But that string was too precious to cut, even by your hands
And it sewn us back together.
Maybe it wasn’t love on my end but happiness
That I found a friend I could rely on forever.
But at any moment’s notice
Was the warning you gave.
And without any warning it did happen
The communication buried in its sudden grave.
Yet you ended up again
In the territory where I can be free
To give me some insight on why you left.
You didn’t owe anyone an explanation. That was selfish of me.
But you did. And I thank you for that.
What you taught me I will always remember
The door is always open. Whenever you have the time
Visit and take a gander.
It grew complicated from the beginning
And it became simple in the end.
Our friendship was built on hope
That conviction will never bend.
This all began with a basic rhyme scheme
Written to the sweet soul who gave a damn
About a lonely, unconfident broken writer
To you, I say “Talk to you later”, not goodbye…
My favorite anagram.
A curious slide increasingly becoming an unexpected fall
The start of the day triggered by a simple call
Loose lips blow loose leaves scattered about
Becoming the wind that pushes the sails of this ship we’re riding out
Guess it worked out after all.
Allegations become realizations
Realizations became confessions
The beginning missing yet no sight of the end
Until either or both hearts bend
And accept and push through the implications.
Sands in the hour glass trickle slowly
Bluntly reminding us of time left, calmly
Each grain a build up from within
Until we move past self imposed sins
One can only speculate, unfortunately.
Guess we’ll just have to wait and see
Until the day we’re free
Counting each rise and set of the sun
Time stops for no one
Neither should we.
Time
It used to be too little too late.
Now it’s too much too soon.
It’s always an extreme, never in between.
Slow down, but not too slow.
Speed up, enough to catch up.
Dont look back, can’t turn back time.
But wish that maybe you, only you, could you jump
To maybe where I am.
Worried about the past too much,
Im more worried about you future.
Always worrying about how much time is left.
Never is it savoring that this time, it’s right.
Because it never is.
And it may never will be.
At least regarding us.
Our fate intersecting.
My faith bisected.
Do I seize the day?
Or should I let you go?
Im running out of time.
It’s why Im running away from you.
Flayed Syntax 