A metaphor about writing

my dishes set and soak;
in the water of the sink;
using the dish soap;
to clear away the dirt;
until they are clean;
and they become ready;
to be used to eat off;
but still no matter;
how clean these dishes;
may be in the eyes of others;
I myself will always feel;
they could be more clean;
so back to my sink;
these dishes return;
ready for more water!

in life at times it is hard to see,
but now I see everything is my fault,
that everything between us went wrong,
I wish I could resing our song,
but those days have come,
and are now in the past and gone,
and are only that of a memory,
of a time I will always cherish,
and this I want you to know,
from my heart, I apologize.

there is nothing I can say in any which way

today or tomorrow that describes my sorrow

nothing I can write to give you any insight

of what is on my mind, nor can I find

the proper wording non are occurring

so I keep them to myself and hidden like a stealth

so I instead keep them in my head

and they will stay there until I'm dead, never to be said


(from the tumblr challenge)

when I close my eye sockets

my mind goes into a world of lucid

dreams, and takes of like rockets

into outer space, were I'm suited

to explore the wonders of new galaxies

reaching the outer limits of thought

causing me to create new strategies

that make my mind unable to be caught

by the speed of light, or the speed

in which space expands, causing me to awake

and to burn these thoughts into paper like weed

like "Bob was baked like a fucking cake"*

and from the thoughts of my mind with in

a new writing of poetry to begin





*from the book perks of being a wall flower

The firing flames from your felt-tip pen

Burns so brilliantly into the paper

It causes souls to fall into a trance

Like the words of a song puts the mind

Into a deep freeze, and your fingerprints

Would be on the master piece like

Graffiti is written on the passing train

From artist that have no name

But who’s work is a world wonder

Like the Taj Mahal driving your name

To be praised, and you to become

Immortal with each stroke of the pen

As each line gives birth to a new light,

A new dark, and a new story

That never ends but lives

Forever

Another one from the tumblr challenge

The bright light of our love

is now one that is dimming

these feeling are hard to let go of

as I am both suffering and swimming

trying to rekindle the flame

that we once had that burned

but things are not the same

and you’re not even concerned

as things between us are dissolved

now our love is in a state of black

and you are not free of being absolved

and when you want me I won’t be running back

because you were nothing but a mistaken faze

and I am free of your iniquity

and a new light is ablaze

and I have achieved a new sovereignty!

from the tumblr challage that had to be a poem kids would like


Kim was an ant that

lived the suite life

in the state of hannah montana

were the day would be so random

because the a.n.t farm would

shake it up with weather

reports that lied, saying

it would be sonny with a

chance, but she still felt

Victorious and never

fell for the Fish Hooks

thrown by spongebob, whom

got goofy with a rat

that cooked Ratatouille, people

called them the rugrats,

but kim was too smart

and was all grown up

and would not let

her life get Tangled

up and raced cars

and got a Big time Rush

and that is a bug’s life