missa
2019-05-04 09:36 pm
-Do you see this empathy i have? The sincerity i have? The forgiveness i have chosen to give? For not just my mistakes but yours, i'm willing to forgive. Sorry, that was a lie! I can't forgive. Not for 'how not bothered you are of how little you have seen. But maybe the fact you have never wanted to even get to know me. Never really knowed me. I suppose i can never understand/get over just how quickly you disowned me. Maby you could at least help me see your point of view, whatever it may be- It will help me to at least get a glimpse of me-e
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missa
2019-05-04 09:33 pm
-What am i supposed to do? When the life i want is just within my grasp. When the shadow of me won't let go of the past. I can "almost" see them Lear...Taunting...Mocking me, as i start to feel F****** near.... See any clear.... "Fear..?....us... Just follow us down this rabbit hole... Right into your comfort zone. We will show you how disposable you really are! It's not that far.."
The Sophist
2019-04-26 09:51 pm
Serendipity Crystals oscillate But do they know my fate? Mistle over Berry Boys Enjoying only tasting plates Employment? Great Drain my juice all day Crystal, let us both rejoice Mimosas mixed with more mimosas? Greater What do crystals know of taste or choice?
Gord
2019-04-22 06:37 pm
Aye, they say, tide they say, Lunatic ideas, high tide sail. Curtain call to my avail, Perhaps too soon, perhaps to fail. A map, fools, kale, assets and nails, Attack anew, hula hoops of the wind, Plans eschew, I look into the distance, Eyes dismayed.
The Sophist
2019-04-21 02:18 pm
My destiny Etched in stones Skipped across the water Far away from where I roam
Aspiringpoetk
2019-04-15 11:11 pm
I have a war in my mind. Thoughts battling eachother, Thoughts trampling eachother. But there is never any outcome. No wins or losses, Just more confusion and pain. As I stand out on this battlefield, I realise that this war will never be won. As this is the war in my mind. And my thoughts on him, the one I cannot have, will never cease to exist.
Aspiringpoetk
2019-04-15 11:08 pm
I have a war in my mind. Thoughts battling eachother, Thoughts trampling eachother. But there is never any outcome. No wins or losses, Just more confusion and pain. As I stand out on this battlefield, I realise that this war will never be won. As this is the war in my mind. And my thoughts on him, the one I cannot have, will never cease to exist.
Gord
2019-03-12 05:49 pm
I rhyme pillar to post, My village to boast, A rhyme pallet to past, Fame passes. Oh, rhyme, apportion me a portion, While spoken to me, lies in motion, White spokes to be, dirty seams, Bike rhymes, alike a bible, Binding bystanders in my dreams.
Gord
2019-03-02 05:17 pm
Seeking resurrection, I long to burn my hands, Incense smoke, friends. I tire of drawing nonagon, ocatgons, heptagons, hexagons. I have drawn triangles, circles, squares and beyond, I have longed for more irregular shapes. Older days, forgotten, songs, Lyrics erased, dreams decayed, Vocals crack on air, The priest is watching alone. I stare the beast in his eyes, and keep yelling despite.
Gord
2019-02-28 07:14 am
Close one eye, My items inside it, Twinking idyllic, Twinkling Poseidon, Tell me but lies. Who is the best, At mules and tribes? Niceness undisguised, Design precise, Thrice but one, Skies full of eyes, Sum kind like, Would it not be wise, Revives, spells and cries, Men, mice and crimes, Pond scum alike, Who is this beggar then? Deckard Cain, who else?
Gord
2019-02-06 07:32 pm
Sidewalks broken on my boulevard, Auburn hair where I used to walk, Talk, and think of her dialogue. I'd thought greenery would fall, Replaced with concrete barriers, Perhaps I'd talked too freely, Told one too many tale too tall To still be taken seriously. Discreet forever, words picky, Discrete for ever, world sticky, Disformity for even worms licking. Take me away from this place, For even screaming and kicking, Seeing worse, feeling indignant. Not to curse the growing infant, But the plants must go. No handlebars rusted, To bikes comprised of broken dreams, No van full of children hopeful, Just a van to the hospital, please, My heart is about to explode to pieces.
Gord
2019-02-06 06:07 pm
Could I just wish? To be, Mired forever in my thought, Cubs would fish it seems; Would one list, to be not? On the fixtures glass, Alike one's heart, an ass. Like a bandage wonderful, Placed over a chest, Healing hearts impass, Task feeling, impossibly vast. Please come back, Please come back. For all I want, Is what lover's lack. Could I just wish? I could, Fish of this river forever, Desiring one lost, to be not. Would she list her lover first? I would think so, deserved For I have been gone, A decade and more, lustrum.
Gord
2019-02-01 01:56 pm
My life a water, cold, Too cool to be absorbed; Endeavours foolish.
Gord
2019-01-15 03:31 pm
They ask for more free verse, Ironically I ask for freedom. Turn yourself, the sun faces west, Learn your self looking into distance, A poem of story, rhetoric important. He just tells of lions and beasts, Ire and deceit, lies succinct, Are my poems of heart not complete, Even if truth is too foolish to be? Future hard to see, a pence to me, Fences mended where darkness meet, A dense man where the larkin leap, Without them where would we be? A garbage heap, a fence two feet, A garbage pile, a fence of three, A garbage life, spend barking of time, Not mine but others, I covet. My duvet stained with oil, lovely, When was it worth more, white forlorn Or in a pile on the floor disgusting?
Gord
2019-01-11 06:34 am
A Barrie kid grows, A ferry, stone's throw, Parry sound, Toronto, Pound it out, big smoke. This season I'll move downtown, City planners dictate high spots, How? Do they sell drugs now? They only make dumps, dry drops, Build highways on your houses, Hope the best for us. Eyes water, why bother? Save yourself a level of honor, Tomorrow it will be your brother.
Gord
2019-01-10 07:14 am
Open prose with my dignity, I am simple, Iambs, imagery, Trying to oven toast, With my sympathy lost. I hope for you another loss, Scotch socials, often postures, Costumes oft. Walls filled with posters, To wish you, where I was, As if my feelings forgotten. Open hose of complacency, Teach me your giving ways, Leach lead onto my face, My children's faces, My foodstuff casings. Tell me of today: "I Take not, responsibility. Taste, not digestibility, My style succinct, My rubber hole, Leaves rubber taste."
Gord
2019-01-09 12:52 pm
I write without notes, No goblins, or hope, Aftermath nonsense. So? I write long-form cribs, Despite shotguns, dibs, Despite skunks glibs: Seven, Eight. Eight, Nine. Just in time, coughing: "Forgive my hands, I am pandering, but All I wish is to climb, My trip divine, My lips atwine, Would you be so suited, Had I not arrived?" In the middle, my tie mismatches, Patchwork outfits, simple acids. Dissolve an owners possessions, Would ten not ask, where are my people, Clothes and houses? I would think at last, and note it, Seven ate nine hungry and homeless, To not play such a hand, preposterous. By standards awful and longing, With numbers staging off-brands.
Gord
2018-12-14 08:22 pm
Walk ambles beyond, Talk stumbles upon, To write another poem, Ideas like a fawn. Appealing siren song, My pen misguided, My Ken to Barbie, A life, component plastic, Abdomen firm, mind naught, Opponent, you cage her, For I cannot.
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