heh... i might do that, actually. thanks for offering ^_^

"And I think I want a tatoo on the back of my neck
I'll shave my head on the 25th
There is no poetic allusion here"

Striking.

Was that sarcasm? I honestly can't tell.

i don't think i've ever seen NLY been less than sincere in commenting on creative efforts.

(776.)
=---------------------------------------------------=
I was a child
And I put on shoes too big
And a belt so loose
And an knowledge too small
But I claimed adulthood
Much to learn
Much to see
Stop growing up so fast
You only seem to ruin things in your hurry
Be mature
Not impatient
The bird sings of lost loves
The sea responds with death
That boy rests on it's shores listening
Maturing
But I am not that boy
And no one sings me a song
But I sit and listen
Waiting for a note
To carry itself to me
So I can grow up
I try singing my own song
It too falls on deaf ears
I've broken beauty
Listen to your own advice
"Don't just be a knight in shining armor."
"Human emotions are no game."
She probably hates you now
And what do you do?
You write a poem
That you'll never show her
We hunt
That which retreats
From us
You know that.
Why did you chase her?
I wanted her to make her feel better
But look what you've done
I know
God do I know....
A thousand apologies
you give her
But,
if you hadn't been so brash,
to begin with
not a single one would be needed
Stop and rebuild
And feel horrible
That you leave her to rebuild herself
Justifiable?
Unwanted help is more hurtful than helpful
Just feel bad
And move along
Sing a song
That will fall on deaf ears
Have your feet washed over by death's murmurs
And wait for someone to sing back

(777.)
=---------------------------------------------------=
He offered the only thing he had left
His sanity
And they eagerly accepted
And so he bought it
His freedom
From rational thought

(778.) Tempation Is A Cream Soda, Caring Is My Blood 05/31/07 3:04 AM 3:07 AM
=---------------------------------------------------=
Speak to me of logic
Touch me with your lust
I see all the error in your words
Your two-sided words
But I still held on
Despite the burning
The simple pain of it all
Drowning in my own faith
Did I seal any holes?
Or just open more wounds?
the after-taste of this sadness
is oddly happier than I expected
So I lick temptation off this fork
Drank of much caring
Not a drop of my sustenance
do you want
or probably need
Can't stop me from offering though.

(780.) Howard
=---------------------------------------------------=
Eyes raw.
Heart exposed
Not a hole in his chest
or a whole medal on his sleeve
No,
it was in his palm
daring her to take it
to destroy the one thing she desired
daring her to touch
it's mere existence mocking her
"You need me."
No more needed to be said
nothing was said
Much more was implied
She would destroy him
Because no one else deserved to look at him
He was beauty
He was art
He was something made for her
And the fact that others got to see him
Killed her
slowly
But he showed no fear
Every tendon placed perfectly
He was an ugly man
By most standards
but he was an ideal
he was what man should be
and in this he was not man
She tried
every weapon she could find
oh she tried
But he was calm
And her lashes raped his body
but not his being
The soul is real
his body was weak
it did not hold him in
but he was calm
Calmer than anything you could imagine
Only one man saw his anger
And that man bear-witness to the greatest tragedy
in all existence
it was destruction
it was death
from its' ashes he rose
Better
Than all of us
And calmer
He was the proudest man you'd ever meet
But he never judged others
lest they asked him to
She was unimportant
Because she made herself as such
but she could not be anything but herself
when he held her
because she was important
only because he defined her
and whatever else he wanted
Man stood tall
And defied the world
In such,
He defined it

(781.)Harness It 3:53 AM 06/26/07
=---------------------------------------------------=
We have defaced a beautiful planet
That's fine by me
but we should stop it if we can help it
Harness chaos
don't fight it
it only causes more casualties
make your enemies friends
and you shall have no enemies
only friends
who would gladly stab you in the back
if they only had a reason
so don't give them one

(783.) Cold 07/09/07 2:20 AM - 2:23 AM
=---------------------------------------------------=
Sweet footsteps leave traces
on soft snow
and delicate hands pick icicles
off sleeping trees
while pursed lips sing songs
in a passing breeze
with pure eyes scanning
a sky full of promises but devoid of clouds.
She walks to me
but only in my dreams

(784.) After All These Years 07/09/07 2:25 AM
=---------------------------------------------------=
I still love her.
No one can take that away.
Not even her.
But when she calls my name
It hurts me,
but I don't come running


(785.) Diesel 07/09/07 2:27 AM - 2:28 AM
=---------------------------------------------------=
Guilt stains my mind
Forgive me
but there is no one who will forgive me
For he is gone
And only his assurance would clean what I have sullied
Sometimes I wish God was there

(786.) The Future
=---------------------------------------------------=
We will become our grandparents
We will gripe about how easy kids have it
And how we had to trudge through the internet on 56k modems
And how our TVs weren't always this clean and crip looking
I remember back in my day,
we had to have a tape in the VCR to record anything
I'm not going to complain,
I like the future

(787.) Leave Yourself A Clue Mitchell 4:05 AM - 4:11 AM 07/19/07
=---------------------------------------------------=
I wish I had someone to write a love poem to.
Since I have no one, you my friend will have to do.
Why you?
I have no romantic feelings for you, it's true.

I just think you deserve a poem.

You'll read this someday I'm sure.
And perhaps by then I'll forget who this is really for.
by then I'll have a cure,
For this lonely heart that I endure.

But once again, I'm just b*tching.

So,
when you read this just know,
no matter where on this Earth you go
My sentiments will follow.

(Space is apparently too far)

I don't love you romantically.
But I do love you.
And I wish you well.
I wonder if you'll ever know this poem is for you.

(788.) 4:13 AM 07/19/07
=---------------------------------------------------=
Don't be so shy.
I mean no harm.
I want only,
your smile.

(789.) THIS is art. 4:24 AM
=---------------------------------------------------=
As if I needed his approval
To decide if something was art or not.
I'll be the judge of that
So stop sh*tting on everyone else
And just keep sh*tting out that crap on paper

(790.) I Can Feel Your Smile 07/29/07 8:13 AM -
=---------------------------------------------------=
I can feel your smile.
And it is fake.
I miss the warmth of your old smile.
The smile that I brought out.
The one you showed me when I made you laugh.
When I did something special for you.
This smile,
I can feel it,
and it is sad.
Your sadness pains me.
but the fact that I can't comfort you.
Pains me more.
What happened to the smile I fell in love with?
I still have the photos.
And you make me smile.
Or at least you used to.
If only stealing yor soul,
was as easy as taking that picture
I've moved on
But I will always carry that smile with me.
I can feel your smile.
And it's memory is warming.
But it's reality is lost.
I'll always miss your smile.
I'll always love you.
And I'll always wonder what could have been.


(791.) 07/31/07 12:27 PM - 12:28 PM
=---------------------------------------------------=
Tiny arms wrapped around me.
"I love you uncle Mitchell."
And I you, Shy.

(792.) The City 08/07/07 2:35 AM - 2:36 AM
=---------------------------------------------------=
Every little bar
makes another step
on the roller coaster city
and my music hangs overhead
so they can all hear me
when I hum
my furry little companion
purrs peacefully
to sleep
And I don't think I'll ever
want to get off this ride

(793.) When The Day Comes, Come See Me 08/10/07 3:25 AM - 3:31 AM
=---------------------------------------------------=
I'm standing here
Inviting you to please come back
I won't cheapen your life with petty excuses
"what about your friends?"
"Your family?"
"What about your children?"
"What about all those you'd leave behind?"
You know exactly what they'd do
Doing it for revenge is silly
Effective I suppose
But silly
In the name of science?
You know as well as I do the odds of you coming back are low.
So your data would just satiate yourself
And wouldn't advance science an inch
You're worth something you know
To me
To the "greater good"
To probably more people than you realize
I have a feeling at this point you don't care
There's a lot of things you should at least try
Before you make the plunge
have you loved?
Have you traveled?
Wasted a day?
Have you learned?
Have you felt pain?
Have you lived?
You have to at least live before you die.
Existing is one thing my friend.
We all do that.
Why not at least try to live?
I'll help you
I promise
I have patience
Take your time
Not your life
Please
Just talk to me first.

(794.) Let's Talk About Se..Life! 08/12/07 1:53 AM
=---------------------------------------------------=
Talk to me of life.
Your life
Someone else's life
Someone's you don't know life
A life you want
A good life
A bad life
The life
No life
Breathe life into a sentence of life
Live life vicariously through a f*cking sentence
Please.

(795.) Kill It, Why Not? 08/17/07 4:45 AM - 4:48 AM
=---------------------------------------------------=
Long blade like shoulders
Callous smile
Grandiose dreams
And she will kill this universe
We will be but red slushes on the ground
Puddled around her ankles
sliding down her leg
We will not move again
The rythm was prescribed
From 30 men
With 30 different views
Of 30 different things
But they meshed horribley
And disorder reigned
Over us.
She will not spare us
with her reptile skin
he will not improve
with his spineless ways
no,
the world is too much for some
and all they'll do is kill it

(796.) Know What To Follow 08/21/07 7:14 PM
=---------------------------------------------------=
Don't follow your gut.
Follow your heart
but your heart diverts 99% of all queries to the mind
And the 1% it does answer,
You should have asked your soul to begin with.

(797.) Liver Cancer 08/25/07 4:56 PM - 4:58 PM
=---------------------------------------------------=
I wanted to be there.
And see her smile
Put her head down
Sleep
I wanted to touch her
Let her know it's okay
Hug her
Tell her I loved her
Have her tail wag one last time
I would have cried
I should have cried
I miss her already

(798.) Useless Babble 08/22/07 11 AM
=---------------------------------------------------=
And so consequentely as a result
implies that the point is demonstrates that
it is clear that therefore then for these reasons
means that it is likely that as a consequence
it indicates that accordingly it follows that
in fact serves to show that we infer that
hence is evidence that suggests in short
it must be that in conclusion
we don't really know anything at all

(799.) Rewrite It Again 08/29/07
=---------------------------------------------------------=
Would you speak to me
in tounges I don't know
of things I have never felt
and perhaps never will

And we will watch tim stumble over itself
into quantum connundrums
that men will kill themselves over
then we can laugh in our our world of uncertainties

I don't know your name
I don't know your goals
I barely know your face
I only know this moment

It seems that's enough
So take my hand
We will rewrite the laws of this world
Finding patterns inbetween the fabrics of our sheets

Making theories
Testing God himself
Teach me about yourself
And I will rewrite my world in your essence


(800.) Nice Girl 10/10/07 12:04 PM - 12:13 PM
=---------------------------------------------------------=
I thirst
a year in this wasteland
where I am parched to the soul
has dried me
water will do nothing
love may heal me
but it need be pure

I long for a straw
to dip into the sea of love
and suck
untill the stream is clean
then only true love
will make it through the filter

Here I am though
at the faucet of youth
watching others drink haphazardly
spilling it everywhere
and my knowledge of how precious each drop is
prevents me from quenching this thirst

One cup filled
holds so much poison
that I dare not risk it
and sifting through by hand
take so long

I am tired
I am thirsty
I am lonely
and the water here is tainted.

Can't I just have a nice girl to quench my thirst?


(801.) Pessimistic Drunk
=---------------------------------------------------------=
God damn you Charles.
Just because you made
mistakes
Doesn't mean everyone else is going to
You're a pessimistic
drunk
with more mistakes than
New York
How many bastard children did you have?
Then wayward teens angry with everything
come along and read your drunken
slurs
and have a new lesson for sunday
school
Claiming your fame as proof enough of your backward views
I read you because you make me laugh
I respect you for your drunken way with words
Not your views
You damn
horny
drunken
pessimistic
bastard

(802.) Peddling
=---------------------------------------------------------=
Anything you want,
you can be denied
anything you need
may not be supplied

(803.) Gramophone
=---------------------------------------------------------=
So as she injected the needle
into another dirty groove
the record played a sad song of addiction


(804.) 20% Off On Black Friday
=---------------------------------------------------------=
When you sell your soul,
i suggest you ask for a receipt
when you buy another's soul
make sure to pay extra to have it wrapped in deceit.

(805.) Old Age Will Destroy A Weak Spirit 10/15/07
=---------------------------------------------------------=
To Him:
He's smarter than me.
I'm too young to have an opinion.
I'm too naive.
I'm irresponsible
I don't have a real job and the REAL business world is going to eat me alive


I hope that there is a happy ending when it's all over.
I go to bed every night alone
And I only hear I love yous when I ask for them.
I don't feel I love yous anymore
I'm not depressed
This little light of mine
This little light of mine
It is dark in this home
it is cold
and it is blisteringly hot
all the comforts of a house
all the inconsistencies of the wild
or perhaps the other way around

he worries about me
I worry about him
he worries about money
I worry about love

I may end up poor
unsuccessful
but I will not
f*cking
end up
alone.

More than I can say for him.
I worry about him

I want to leave
but I'm shackled down by his doubt

I don't know if I love him
and I feel heartless for thinking that

sadness
stay
away
p
l
ease......

(806.) Stub 10/30/07 4:42 AM
=---------------------------------------------------------=
We went to see a movie but you never made it there
I gave him my stub and he left for good
You were sick somewhere
and I left you
but it was all a dream
and I awoke and you had the same
and I apologize
so we tried again
you made it just fine
falling asleep next to each other
holding nothing
but time went on
and you slowly held my hand
then me
but I awoke
and you didn't have the same
and I apologize

(807.) Act Now While Supplies Last 11/08/07 5:11 AM
=---------------------------------------------------------=
I am bleeding out the oceans
And coughing up the islands
Won't you take a cruise?
And come see my sickness
I am an abomination
Who looks like an angel
But my wings tell more than I let on
She is ecstacy
And they're angry
Stones
Breaking
Bruises
and a spear to the throat
why do you keep me alive?
and why....
oh why...
can't I find you again?
Angel from my dreams...
Come and take what you want
Just take me with you....


(808.) I hear tomorrows is nice 12/14/07 4:53 AM
=---------------------------------------------------------=
Let's run away.
You pick the place.
And I'll take you there.


(809.) Listen, I Promise It's There 12/21/07 2:56 AM
=---------------------------------------------------------=
Don't you know?
Well I'm not going to tell you
I've told you....
in every passing breath
and if you don't know by now
I fear I never will....

(810.) Objects?
=---------------------------------------------------------=
There is something wrong with the world
When a girl
comes to me
and says
she's not pretty
when she's the most beautiful thing
that I may have ever seen
objects in mirror are prettier than they appear
For me you will never be two sizes too small
too big
two inches under height
or two cup sizes away
You are perfect,
and if not in my eyes
for some man out there
You do not need to throw up to fit that dress
Just buy it a size bigger
or smaller
There is a place in this world for each and every one of us
and you don't need to lose weight to fit inside it
you only need to grow as a person
so take your hand out of your mouth
and your mind off such harmful things
there is and will always be a place for
you,
and I do mean you you,
and there's also always a little more room
for cheesecake


(811.) I Suppose It Makes For A Good Hobby
=---------------------------------------------------------=
So, you don't like poetry?
That doesn't mean much to me.
For you see
a wise man once said
We don't read and write poetry because it's cute.
We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race.
And the human race is filled with passion.
And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life.
But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.
It's true,
whether you want to admit it or not
Poetry is how you word love
Poetry is how you express life
Sure, the arts in general do that.
But you'll be hard pressed not to find poetry and love intertwined
A love movie?
That is poetry in motion
A love song?
Poetry is it's very soul
A beautiful painting?
Have the poet describe that for you, without using a poem.
You don't realize it, but you wanna write poetry
it's okay,
it's natural.
A novelist wishes he could write a poem
he just doesn't know how to rhyme
or cut lines short
so he capitalizes every sentence with a sigh
and tries again
and again
and turns it into an epic
at least that's it's true name
but I'll humor him
he wrote "a novel"
How novel of him.
But me?
I WRITE POETRY
and I am proud
because I turn love into words
and words into meaning
and without meaning
we are often nothing
and without poetry
I fear I may be nothing
So humor me,
don't snap your fingers
or clap in appreciation
close your eyes
and listen to these words
no scratch that,
FEEL these words
as I write
every
single
word
on your soul
and make my mark
to show you
what love is.

(812.) Her Touch 02/01/08 5:27 AM - 5:30 AM
=---------------------------------------------------------=
Hands gliding
Flying
sailing
,never groping,
along perfection
for every crack they found
love filled in the valleys
and made a sheet
of beauty
that coated everything
and we lay in it
letting it layer over us
as we kept warm
eventually the snow stopped
and she stopped
and her fingers fell in the cracks
love never fell
the space between us
never
went
away

(813.) I Wish I Could Show You 02/01/08 5:31 AM - 5:34 AM
=---------------------------------------------------------=
words
flowing
down
to the very
bottom
collecting
into
a
puddle of feelings that I can't wash away


(814.) It Can All Start With Hello 02/01/08 5:35 AM - 5:37 AM
=---------------------------------------------------------=
Give me your
hand
so I can guide your
soul
down the path to love
where we will bathe in life
Let me smell your
hair
so I can breathe in every vapor
of your
scent
I will lose myself
into your
eyes
and I will sleep inside your
heart

(815.) I Can't Go Cold Turkey 02/01/08 5:39 AM
=---------------------------------------------------------=
i need to know that it can happen
i need to smell you
hold you close
feel your heartbeat resonate in my own
i need
you

(816.) My Throat Hurts 02/01/08 5:40 AM - 5:45 AM
=---------------------------------------------------------=
here are my verses
life your musical is horrible
i will sing
but only out of obligation
and not out of permanance
erase my name if you will
and take my lessons
they must be good for something
for someone
destined for more than me
you my student
i will never meet you
but you will meet me
you may judge me by my work
most all of it is me
broken, loved, fragile, brittle, cold. soothing, or finely crafted
its me
and no longer mine
take care of me
when i'm gone

(817.) Random Musing 1
=---------------------------------------------------------=
Take a chance
Take a chair
But whatever you do
don't just stare

(817.) Random Musing 2 (We Wear The Mask)
=---------------------------------------------------------=
What happiness have we bought?
From devils who decieve we.
It hides our treasure bought hidden smiles
While from souls we sing to Christ
With tounges so full of lament
For the hell we recieve instead

(817.) Random Musing 3 (Still I Rise)
=---------------------------------------------------------=
Life shoots me and pushes my body in the trenches
Me still living bleeding out the last bit of hope my people had
I am beset by the down trodden suns
Whose shoulders bowed into the dirt with terror of history
The tides of the weakend words will kill
And oceans of pain and gifts will I rise through
Till I reach heaven
Where God has planned for me a good life
Because all he's given me here was hell.

(818.) Random Musing 4
=---------------------------------------------------------=
We took our souls
and peeled away our hopes
and we made you my child
from the shavings

(819.) Random Musing 5
=---------------------------------------------------------=
No.
No.
No.
No.
No
No
No no no no no
But still somehow...
yes?

(820.) Random Musing 6
=---------------------------------------------------------=
f*ck you,
you piece of white space
I will mar you with words
I will rape you with metaphor
I will inevitably lose to your immensity
But I will not give up writing
How do I beat that which is so vast?
Rhetorical
I already know
For every word I strike against you
I imply a thousand more
So,
f*ck you
emptiness

(821.) Random Musing 7
=---------------------------------------------------------=
The world calls me but never hears when I respond.

Hello.....

Hello...
Hello

I love you.

But no one's ever there.

(822.) Random Musing 8
=---------------------------------------------------------=
Sugar and spice
and everything nice
that's how you make a good girl

Curves and piercings
and a lot of brains
That's how you make my kind of girl

(823.) Random Musing 9
=---------------------------------------------------------=
I once opened a window into a new world.
But I never went through
I just enjoyed the breeze
The breeze smelled of clinic happy
and lightly of fabric softener
(In case you were wondering)


(824.) Recurring Themes It Seems 03/14/08 3:51 AM
=---------------------------------------------------------=
Troubled men write troubled songs,
I shouldn't have to mind at all
That they're crying
yet I do

Happy girls throw up some more
I shouldn't have to mind at all
that they're ashamed
yet I do

Simple men make simple plans
I shouldn't have to mind at all
that they're failing
but I do

I care about you.
I want to help you.
I want to be there
when no one else can
yet I can't.
though I try to

God hates cigs they told to me
One day you see
and though I don't quite love my fellow man
to the extent with which they reprimand
I cared

Come to me you down trodden
And nail me to the cross
if makes you sleep at night
if you think it will make you feel alright
just do it

Nike doesn't know at all
and god damnit I'll take the fall
for you
whoever you may be

Mar me with your beliefs
and I will heal you with these hands
but should they wither
or stop to move
my words will have to do
because they are all I have to give you

Take my love
take it far
to the cities everywhere
that children cry
that the innocent die
hell
take it anywhere
that could use a bit
of encouragement

I'm not self-less
I'll want a reward
Give me an update
On how things come to be
And perhaps someday
Someone will bring love back to me
but just your words
that is enough
because really,
that's all I ask of you

=---------------------------------------------------------=
My mind is free.
Take as much as you want.
I have no need for it anymore
Because some day
it will have no need for me
and I would rather break
than have it feel guilt

=---------------------------------------------------------=
the world holds us
and mothers sing songs
that sooth us
and we lay our weary bones
on beds made of promises
because sometimes
today
isn't as good
as yesterday
and no day
for a long time
will be as good as today
but mothers sing to us
and somehow
it's all going to be
okay
It's all going to be okay.


=---------------------------------------------------------=
One more piece fell down today
and it splattered
everywhere
and then it bled
it's dark
brown blood
all over the floor
slowly
i can see the muscles
but not yet the bones
doctor
your patchwork
is impeccable


=---------------------------------------------------------=
i am bleeding
and no one
will love me
don't let me die
please
my world is on fire
and i could put out the flames
but i can't even bring myself
to wake up some mornings
let alone put out the only warmth i get
i want to love
i want to live
i want so little
but even this
im not given
metal outlines a face
of what was
and it chills me
when it is cold
i am dying
and it never warms
there is tomorrow
but i need the food for today
there is love for me
but by god i cant find it
and no one will help me
if i dont help myself
my legs are weak
my eyes are heavier with each blink of time
i am
broke
wont anyone
please
please
for once
fix me.



=---------------------------------------------------------=
I miss
warm breaths
filled with promises
on my neck
warmth of another
splattered with commitment
on my arm
looking into eyes
that would cry, if I cried,
on my shoulder
i want
once again
to know
love


=---------------------------------------------------------=
hope spilled from every pore
and the sun reflected off her glasses
blinding
only if she admired you
I was only blinded once
but it was enough
to make my heart churn
these days it seems my vision
is always crystal clear
won't anyone
blind me


=---------------------------------------------------------=
It grips at my throat
never tightening its grip
never quite choking me
but some how always strangling me

=---------------------------------------------------------=
I met her today
sleek,
soft,
black
hair that was appropriately long
for a woman of her age
she eyed me temptuously
from her perch
and through our social dancing
i showed myself
i was no threat
i was charming
and oh so tempting
once she let me into her world
i stroking her ego
and me being rewarded with her company
and subtle brushes with her skin
she retreated
not of fear
but of testing
and she back away partially
almost to her perch
but still whispering
"love me"
she once again invited me near
but I walked back to my home
and did not pet this harlot
she's the neighbor's cat anyways

I don't know whether to laugh at the last one or say that you really shouldn't want after what is your neighbors

=---------------------------------------------------------=
She handed me
her sanity
in it's small pill form
and I pretended to swallow
she looked at me
and thought I was once again home
I slipped the pill into my pocket
some other time
some other realm
some other way
I ask for a tool
you give me an answer
i pretend to swallow
and we continue the day


=---------------------------------------------------------=
Did you know I love you?
I didn't know I loved you.
But apparently this wrenching
this tearing
this longing
in my heart
is for you
because it only calms when I'm near you
but i am never near you
so I tell my heart,
"my good man, it's just chemicals.
you're horny, that's all."
and he tells me that it is true what they say
One Cannot Force Intimacy
but one can fall into it's trap
Mitchell,
you're heart is an open room
and it is your greatest weakness
regardless of how strong you make your house of brick
of stone
of pain
of love
people will never respect your space as they do their own
That is not my problem
but it is
it is!
Your heart is the one in shambles
and they never learn a single lesson
that is not my problem
that is my burden
that is my sin
and I will carry it not as a cross upon my back
but a badge upon my sleeve
I am no bottomless pit of sorrow
but I am a basin for your tears
I am in love with you world,
though I am not always near you
I am not just horny,
young,
or headstrong
I am without a doubt enraptured in your web
now eat me before I wither away
because I am lonely
and I am open
and no one wants to come in for reasons I am very much aware of
I swear my love,
you will be the death of me

This is a terrible poem, skip it and read the next.
=---------------------------------------------------------=
I don't write love poems to specific people
it's a dangerous business
it always is when your currency is love
sadly,
few people want to invest in something
that has no benefit for themselves
it could cure the world of something
but "what's the point if I don't get paid?"
I could spout off nonsense about derived utility
but most don't speak in such terms
there are many levels and layers
and miles of intricacies
but most just see a puddle
and then as that old German fool said
"they muddy the water to make it seem deep."
but this poem is deep
I'm not sure how deep
but it has depth
and it is for one person
so don't invest if you don't want to
you may not get a single coin in return
but know that I put a lot into this
I know I can't force art
I'm not trying to
I'm just describing it to you as it passes me by
I write this for you
because you are far more beautiful than me
and you're far more beautiful than most
but you have an ugly tint to your soul
just a tint
just a shade
just a scar
rinse out the saying mitchell
repeat it a few times
drive the point home
I guess it's refining the meaning
but it's being lazy in doing so
you're beautiful on the outside
(we've established this)
and the world agrees
but you don't like me that way
at least,
I don't think you do
and if you do
you hide it well
but we must always be mindful
that what one says out loud
is sometimes not what they say to themselves
I try to change that myself
but it's not easy
because the truth is and always will be
fleeting
and backstabbing
but I make it a point to deal in it as often as possible
as often as my wounds will bear
on principle alone I assume
you party hard
very hard
if no one's watching you
and you love hard
if no one stops you
but you're beautiful
so it doesn't matter what you do
behind closed doors
or in only special social groups
you'll still be loved and accepted
because that's how the world works
so you have no incentive to improve the inside
but you do it anyways
lightly I must say
but you do it nonetheless
on principle alone i assume
(Oh aren't we clever mitchell, quit it.)
your hair is auburn
not aflame like mine
but a simmer
a warmth
only hot enough
to heat those who touch you
but your beauty
that's enough artificial light
to appease most
your body is beautiful
beautiful this,
beautiful that,
who's afraid of the big black bat?
a new word is in order
my dear
you are all that i could want
a bit more than I could need
but you're probably nothing I can have
and it makes me want to cry
but i can't do that,
I won't allow it
I need to be strength when there is no hope
I will be courage when there is no light
and I will be myself when being an individual is
uncool
I won't use names
because then I'll cross the slight line
between creepy
and romantic
no, I will say a name
and I will hope you never read this
it isn't your style to
you hate poetry
how about a riddle because I'm a coward?
"There once was an Ash tree
and in that clearing their was a chicken.
Or some other Neoganthe
I'm not sure."
this is torture
stop writing it
it's a terrible poem
you don't love her
you just know you could
but she's not interested
so you're just chipping away your own soul
for your own bemusement
and you are far from amused
please,
just ask her out once she dumps the next fool
so you can stop being one yourself
and know once and for all
you are not worthy

Tube Tops and Hip Hop
=---------------------------------------------------------=
I take it back, I take it all back
Everything
I have the receipt still
It's never too late
right?
She wears music like fashion
she makes her world off what others give her
and nothing else
she doesn't go looking
she just waits
people bring things to her
like sacrificial lambs
and she pays them in tube tops
slutty shorts
skimpy skirts
drunken
frisky
but with morals
(so she says)
footjobs
and
anal sex
this girl is just their toy
"I like to please"
she says to us
in her coy voice
craftsmanship first
content second
the realization seeps farther in
almost all them
do it
empty pretty porcelain shells of people
no education
but god damnit
they look good
that's all that's important though
a pretty face
a hot ass
a fun wednesday night
a promised friday morning
and nothing in between
nothing after
because she doesn't know better?
because you don't impress her?
because because
and I'll never know
i don't wanna know
i take it back
let me return it
let me take it all back
i don't want it anymore


I Got Rhythm, I Just Can't Always Dance
=---------------------------------------------------------=
I've seen your face before
you've come in and out that door
you're a disgrace
a pretty face
and mother ****ing poser

you come in here acting like you own the place
*****,
I've seen your face
and you're a punk

you wear
your hair
in the style of the minute
but you have no soul within it
and you think it's still all grooves

i don't want a hussy
a slut
or a hoe

A little kinky is good
that's how it should be

You look at me and you think I'm a prick?
*****, I know you want to suck my dick.
But you don't have class enough to touch it

Do you want a strong man?
Firm collar, short lease, and strong hand?
You will drip justice and ecstasy
to my rhythm
to my rhyme
you can finish when I'm done

That the kind of man you want?
I could be that man,
but I have class
all you have is school

i've seen the world
not the whole thing
but more than you
i may be dumb
but I'm better than you

the world is a record
skipping in its beat
you ain't got no rhythm
but still you tap your feet
and when the song loops over
you don't see the pattern
but you still tap your feet

there's still time to find yourself
not just buy a soul of their shelf
you're broken
and I don't wanna fix you
but here's some glue
now what you do from here
is what we call called class


Come with me?
=---------------------------------------------------------=
you
you're just as lost as I am
take my hand
we can fumble through the dark together
we'll still have the journey
even if we never find our way

=---------------------------------------------------------=
And that's all we are
Divisible parts of a whole
or just individuals standing so close together
we lose each other
And I preach the middle path
like Buddha
but I preach the painful path
like Jesus
i am also aware of the blissful path
that some men get to take
the more ideas
that i find
the more my picture completes itself
and i see who i am
and who you are
and what we will become
if we do nothing
if we do something
if we do anything
i dont know all the variables
and i am stuck in a pattern
a self referential loop
but not a loop
more so a rhythm
a pattern
where I refine things i find
and these little jewels of mine
i hang them from my neck
like a jack-ass artist on the street
i can lie to you and say i dont care
and i wouldn't,
if i didn't want to
but i know it's all important
that everything
has a place
even if that place
is to be out of place
because only in the absence of somethings
did you know they even existed in the first place
life as we know it is complex
so we just go with the flow
because someone else will write the laws
because someone else has my safety in mind
but we're taught it's cool
to be an individual
it's cool to be cool
to be a part of a crowd
but the true individuals
they're on the outside
but never for long
they'll be eaten by this machine of society
ground up
spit out
culture industries churning
producing the next big thing
replicating
until our words mean nothing
because it has all been done before
until we can't tell where our tastes begin
and what we've been told to like ends
and the true individuals
are not even individuals
they're just different
it's not hard to be one of a kind
it's not hard to be one of the crowd
it's not hard to be yourself
it's hard to be appreciated
hard to be genuine
hard to be loved
easy to love
because no matter how loose you are
how frigid you are
they don't always want to climb the wall
they don't want to solve the puzzle
they just want things on a silver platter
but the right people
they don't want something spoon fed
if you're given the prize at the start,
why play the game?
value is determined by rarity
scarcity
demand
I have a high price on my head
and no one will buy it
because the reserve is too high
because the shipping is too high
because it's not easy enough
here is my mind
it is intricate
it may be ugly
but it's mine
and I'm proud
this reality of ours
i'm proud
this society of ours
im not
i'm not selfish
i'm not selfless
I'm Mitchell.
I'm me.
As i have always been.
Always will be
and i will be eaten
or cast out
either way
i dont want to die
alone

=---------------------------------------------------------=
Vulgarity
Propensity
Utility
Consummation
Vulva
Clitoris
Words
Rambling
On


=---------------------------------------------------------=
I've broken my eyes again
tape to the side
my view has changed once more
and we have recalculated it all
to fit


=---------------------------------------------------------=
You speak like you have a voice
I just hear echoes
You move like you have a purpose
All I see is a shell
You crack like you have secrets
But i see nothing of value
You speak like you know what love is
and you may very well
but I can't trust you
because you're someone else


=---------------------------------------------------------=
Lungs full of fuzzy details
coughing
i am dotting my eyes
crossing my tease
the floor is pouncing
my head is hanging
collarbone flipped up
shoulder blades sheathed
skin peeled back
i am diseased
and we clap
my ear bleeds

I wake up on the floor
my glasses are broken
it's not like I could see anyways
the smoke overwhelmed the oxygen
my eyes asphyxiated
i'm in love
or gravity is failing
no,
gravity is winning
is seems to always win
when flesh and bones are involved
i cut my ear on god knows what
it's kicked in more by now
the blunt trauma only helped
i can't hear out of one ear
it's a good night

=---------------------------------------------------------=
And I'll say something,
anything,
and you'll eat it
because i tell you it is delicious
and by god you will believe me
by god you will understand
by me you call me god
by my hands you will know suffering
by my deeds you will feel pain
by my word will you live
by my choices you will die
and by you accepting these terms
you accept me as your holy savior
because I speak with such authority
I must know what I'm talking about
besides,
we all just want to be accepted right?
so just do as i say
and we'll do fine
and you won't die
till I'm ready for you to
because I know what suffering is
and you only have a fleeting suspicion
of what life even is
the unexamined life is not worth living
i've examined this one I'm offering
rather meticulously
wouldn't you agree?
it's worth living
but is it worth enough
because you don't want to sell yourself short
heavens no
because momma says you're special
by god momma must be right
by her words you must be a god
by god you've got it
by me you'll accept it
by her you'll regret it
but after-all
we do want to think for ourselves don't we?
well, I've thought it all out just for you
and this is certainly what you would do
in any and all situations
so just give your life to God
and everything will go according to his plan
my plan
your plan
our plan
wouldn't you agree?


=---------------------------------------------------------=
I am the sum of my parts
P + A + R + T + S = I
I am Me
I = Me
But I swear to you
Me = Present + Past
I = Present + Past + Future
Me = I
only if me has no future
but are you so certain that
Me = Present + Past
Yes, when I say Me
I mean the accumulation of I to this point
Splitting hairs?
No,
I round after 5 decimal points on principle alone.
but maybe
You = Too Far
Clever,
You = Me
Mirroring conversation
You = Insane
You're not a method actor
You = Nothing
No,
You = Nothing
and you're just trying to justify that by saying
You = Me
Just because it's not fun anymore
you want to quit
life isn't all games
you know
yes,
i do know
don't I?
(There's no point to this poem,
and if there is I don't know it
don't slave too much time
trying to solve it,
write it off as insanity
and if that doesn't work
write it off as genius
either way,
don't lose sleep)

=---------------------------------------------------------=
Her muscles get too weak
and they can't run her heart anymore
and her arm goes numb
she goes numb
he's tired and he never slept last night
but he's still working
she's tired
she's frail
she's dying
and I am powerless to stop it
and I go numb from the pain
pain that is nothing
nothing
like what she feels
and that hurts me more
because I want to take all that pain away
give it to me,
please
she doesn't deserve it
she's dying
and I'm crying
and I have no right to
because she isn't
impermanence?
i dont want her to go
numb
but hurting
that's what she said it felt like
that is dying
numb
but still hurting
they pump her full of drugs
and shes loopy
and she's numb
she is hurting
she's my mother
and there's nothing I can do
and it hurts
but I can't complain
because she hurts worse
but when you love someone
their happiness is your own
their pain is your own
or at least
you wish it was

Just to let you know, I've begun to read some of your work... I'll be sure to tell you how great it was after I get caught up in say: two or three years. ^_^

Well, i edited the first post in this topic to be only my work. I didn't know it still had others poetry in there. I was a bit of a liar when I was younger, I apologize only my poetry in this topic now, I promise. If you honestly do read all my poetry you're one of my god damn heroes man. It's a lot of stuff and once you get through it all you'll know me pretty well. Not all the poems are my feelings though, sometimes they're me just taking a stance for the sake of the poetry, but still, you'll know me after reading all of that.

I've read it.

And you're one of my god damn heroes. Point in case. Any feedback?

f*ck Yes? f*ck Yeah!
=---------------------------------------------------------=
I'm dancing by myself
more and more these days
even though I am a creature of rhythm
I need someone to rock with
I need someone to connect with
as always,
a romantic with no material
and the people are a large mass
of untouchable sweat
i am not an island
i am just uninhabited
most of the time
two x's mark the spot of my
virility?
innocence?
straight edge?
who knows
perhaps I'm just as empty
as those other people
that I so despise
but I am full of knowledge
but no way to prove it
because I'm never given a chance
I want to love someone
I want to be loved
but no one
wants me
my friends outgrow me
but in all honesty
they just drift away
and I'm growing up
all by myself
time and time again
i'll keep bettering myself
until someday
I might be good enough
for someone
this is the sound of my soul dying
this is feeling in my heart
this is life for me sometimes
but there's always tomorrow
or tonight
or whenever
I just wish I didn't have to
go it alone


=---------------------------------------------------------=
she sings melodiously
with her large breasts weighing on her chest
her lungs large filled with happy air
hidden away behind a thin,
but bright and solid red
clothe of tapered humility

she dances rhythmically
topless
the beads bouncing
more than her breasts
the board bejeweled with trinkets
that men have offered
the bushel of her hair
held in by a crown
armlets
a fire
the wild
passion

she covers her eyes
skin speckled with freckles
soft,
soft,
so soft to the touch
her shirt is green
her heart is young
and I don't want her to take her hands away
for fear she won't like what she sees

she drapes her arms over him
her wings long and beautiful
arched over to fit in the picture
his are short
black
and sad
her hands touch him
his long fiery hair
her long glowing mane
her face has no features
and his
is just sad

the water parts around him
the earth begins anew
God?
Man?
waves wash over
speckles of blood
and battle
of friendships broken
the earth begins

fire on the horizon
cat tails jutting up
birds flying by
the water is just another fire

beautiful
swirling
colorful
lively
untouchable
unthinkable
so close to reality
chaos

a flower
made of paper
held up by dedication
a little love
and metal

he is sitting
grayed
aged
alone in darkness
but light erupting
from his soul
and clashing
with the soul
trapped
deep within
those pages
and he sets them free
once more
because all he has left
he's already set free
and he prays each night
"Please,
let them come back to see me."
his face is respectable
his hair is still there
and you know he's wise
but always forever
alone

blank walls
dotted with art
sweet
delicious
life

Value
=---------------------------------------------------------=
How do you judge the value of a man?
Money earned
Fame attained
Friends gathered
Women won
Women kept
Books read
Art made
Lessons learned
People helped
Children raised
Ideas spread

For me?
Do you make enough money to support yourself,
and those you love?
Did you taste fame,
but all the while kept humility?
Do you have many friends,
or just many acquaintances?
Have you made wondrous love,
or just ****ed an awful lot?
Were you a good husband,
or just a trophy?
Do you have all the knowledge in the world,
and you know what to do with it?
Did you make something all your own,
or just made something that certainly wasn't theirs?
At the end of life do you have no regrets,
or just a lot of what-ifs?
Do you help others because you want to,
or because you think it's impressive?
Are your children their own person,
or just a new vehicle for your sin?
Did you share something useful,
or did you just ponder to yourself?

I don't know how to word the judgment of a man
for I think it is not my place to judge
but I do
and I apologize
I won't decree any verdicts,
but perhaps
we should be our own judges?
and be aware of what we do
because i can't just dance
i wish i could
but when there is no music
it is just my own rhythm
and that's fine if I'm dancing
with someone else
but we're not most of the time
we're on our own feet
our own time,
so why not be judged
by our own standards?
just make sure
you've got
good standards

=---------------------------------------------------------=
Footing
firm
slipping
falling
hurting
leaving
gone
the same as my father's first wife
same spot
same way
odd which ones
life chooses
to give to death


Treasure
=---------------------------------------------------------=
It's right underneath your nose.
And you're not educated enough to know
just how valuable it is
but that's okay
because someone will win the lotto
who doesn't deserve to
and someone will buy it for a quarter
at goodwill
and sell it on eBay
for more than you're worth
but he's not in goodwill
and you can't sell people on eBay
(we've tried)
so he'll sit here
free of charge
(or so most economists would say)
a world of value
but no buyers
she's the same
but neither one of them
will make a move
because they've been appraised
by whores
and douchebags
who don't know a thing about value
as replaceable
and cheap
don't worry guys,
someone will come along
eventually
we just gotta wait it out
till then
and hope that people have an eye
for quality


I Wish It Didn't Come To This
=---------------------------------------------------------=
we are societies prized labeled lost
children
willing to work
but having no jobs
millennials
generation y
whatever
we have to pay more
for less
the most educated
with less application
helicopter parents
have spoiled so many of us
so many of us
helicopter societies
breeding us into
educated unintellectuals
with our instant messages
with no content
besides to tell you where the party is
where the jobs aren't
we're all so charismatic
and drugged out
or drunk up
or whatever
because we have to be sometimes
big brother is speaking to us
directly I might add,
because when you take away the illusion of strings
it's easier to just put your hand inside of us
and contort how you think we should be
we are connected to the internet
as if it's some grandiose new form of
air
the greatest tool ever
we could unscrew any idea or thought we come upon
instead we just open up a paint can of absurdity
of culture
because I mean,
the world is collapsing around us
and we have the will to hold it up
but no place to stand
so why the hell not study up for the apocalypse?
watch a movie,
but know what it means
listen to a song
and read the lyrics
read a book
and know the author
define the emotion
know what it means
to mean what you do
don't be an egg shell
be a yolk
those higher up care
but not nearly enough
because it's the same story
we've been told a thousand times
the evils of capitalism
the anonymity of socialism
the dangers of every way of life we know
and the ease of every way of life we can't have
we're all too complex
but too simplistic in our complexity
because sometimes that's all you can do
you can be broad and ever expanding
but in reality you're just a thin piece of a person
malleable
but not that thick
or you can be a dense chunk
of whatever the f*ck you want to be
we have our cars
(old is cool,
new is expensive)
f*ck efficiency
most of us are too eager
to just have a ride
and we have fashion
scene kids
indie kids
emo kids
children
because we have to be
because we want to be
all the irresponsibility of adulthood
sex, drugs, and music
all the care frees of childhood
young
that's what describes us well
jobs don't define us
because we can't pick defining jobs
we just work retail
wait staff
hospitality
because it leaves enough free time
to party
and makes enough money
to live
and there is so much difference between
a psychology major
and a psychologist
major a
a-ist
though there's still not much difference
in a business major
and a business man
we've got all the greatest dreamers
and all the worlds finest pessimists
le petit prince
Oyster(and his book of spells)
The Prophet
Bukowski
and so much f*cking more
and I for one
have the knowledge
but I'll be god damned
if i know
what to do
with
it
we know what dystopias are
we're fully aware of utopias and their blinding ability
and we even know about Randian heroes
BUT
BUT
BUT
there's always a butt
always an asshole
somewhere
holding things up
(not in a roof sense
more in queue sense)
and by god
i'd sock em in his grinning face if i could
but it's probably some idiot
who doesn't know better
and you can't blame a whole system of education
can you?
I mean sure you can
but it feels like a cop-out
there is no Pareto efficiency to our model
there is no free market
capitalism works
if there's equal opportunity for competition
but there's not
because when you can sell to more
you can sell for less
and when wal-mart's selling you everything cheaper
and you can't afford to support your friends
you can sell out for less
because even though you know how much you're worth
you'll only get so much on eBay
on amazon
on anywhere
because the world is a play
and my generation
showed up after the auditions
but we still have to play our parts
when most of the time
we don't even have one
I am not a pessimist
I am an idealist
only because
I'd rather shoot for the stars
and land amongst
whatever rubble
will catch me
but that one time
I catch a ride on one of those stars
by god you bet your ass I'll ride it
ride it till I've lost track of the little things
(little things being the Earth mind you)
but I shouldn't want that
because fame and power corrupts
and I've come to show you
knowledge is power
miserable
self-gratifying
power
and i could just be speaking for myself
but I see a lot of sadness in our souls
and fake smiles on our faces
because if we're fun enough to be around
then people will keep us around
and when the rot of society falls in
and we're gathered around trashcans aflame with pop culture
we'll want people to keep us around
just so we can feed off the warmth
I am a patriot
but stating you're the best
and being the best
are two different things
and I'm willing to help make us better
but I don't have a clue where to stand
and I've got a diploma
like everyone else
and I've got a degree
like everyone else
and I've got ambition
like everyone else
but these gold stars
don't do sh*t these days
we're all so many pretty pictures
artists if you will
crafting out beautiful works of
art
because when the world won't let you work
it will let you be an artist
which as we know is a fancy word for lazy-do-nothing
with a few more definitions tacked on here and there
I've gone on for too long
stretched this poem out too thin
and I don't know if it's a sheet
or a chunk
but it at least has definition
and a message
it's an SOS
to everyone higher up
I'm not asking you to take care of us
I'm asking you to let us take care of ourselves
to stop hoarding all the money
for rainy days
because it's raining here
to stop spreading yourself so thin
you're not a quilt to warm us
you're just a sheet to hide what's underneath
to stop
think
and realize that we can't keep up the pace
survival of the fittest?
so be it
but don't blame us
when it all collapses in
we'll be pillars
well defined
but pillars standing in random places
with the ceiling falling in from above
with the rubble all around us
scabbed knees
like children
but not from falling down
from digging out each other
broken bones
and spirits
nursed by more spirits and hallucinogenics
I don't know about you guys
but I have the map
and I'm still lost

Well, I've finished the first page... I'm a bit of a slow reader. That, and I don't have as great of drive to really dig into poetry... but I'm trying to change that.

I did try to make it a point to re-read a few of them to try and get a better grasp on the over-all meaning, which I think helps. Sadly though, I think I've most liked "Oh Pie" the most. I didn't have some greater meaning (that I could find) and it was just funny. I'll try to keep up the pace.

Go at your own pace man. If you ever want me to explain a poem to you just let me know.


(854.) Preference
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I wish that
someone besides
those that have
to will love me
someday.
I don't want to be
an obligation,
I want to be
a preference
but first I have
to be
preffered

(855.) Path
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I often wonder if I traveled the right path.
Frost,
I hope you were right.

(856.) Vulgarities
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Life is a wondrous twirling
twirl as in dance
not as in hair
though you can get life in your hair
but I don't deal in smut
only vulgarities
such as f*ck
sh*t
damn
Republican
etc.

(857.) Grinng Cat
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I saw him grin
and he said
Freedom
I was in love
he was animated
yet inanimate
and while I enjoyed his ideals
I was not fond of his prefix
I could go for a nice chesire cat
but only if it's French
and a woman

(858.) CHECK FRAUD: KILLING INNOCENT PEOPLE PENS: HELPING SAVE INNOCENTS
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I was going to buy another pen
but this one protects from
CHECK FRAUD
and that sold me on the idea

(859.) MATH IS HARD
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Yeats + Ezra + Longfellow + Eliot + Ginsberg + Silvstein + Shakespeare + Dante + Dickinson + Thoreau + Dunbar + Bukowski + Williams + bullsh*t =
Me-ish
Sort of
Not really
but I've read them

(860.) D:
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we are too complex
this is my attempt to combat that.
Have at you!

(861.) Thoughts For The Part of The Day (Early June 2008)
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True free will is mania
Determinism is OCD
We choose who God is
Or it gets chosen for us
But there doesn't have to be a God to have
reodr
Surrealism is silly but it's fun to pretend
Aardvark
I keep the ocean in my closet
I hope there's a reality after this one.

(862.) Don't Let The Poem Fool You, I Got Plenty of Help
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It gets harder and harder to fight
The urge to put down the book and go "live"
is so overwhelming
and it would be so much easier if I had
someone
anyone
else here to help me
But no one cares about me enough to do that
So I have to help myself
because no one else will
but it's hard
I've been spoiled by modern life
everything I could want is given to me
so simply
for a price
so we go through the motions
to get our pieces of paper
with words on them
that somehow give them ultimate power
(because we give the words power)
and we pay the price
for whatever reason
and we get fun
in its various forms
I want to build fun
for myself
I don't want to give others
God's love
I want to give them
MY LOVE
but my love is sloppy
full, warming, nurturing
at times unnattractive
but it's mine
evolution in action will decide if I'm right
if it says I'm wrong
and I never marry
then I'll adopt
just to pollute the system
a
little
more
and I'll help them
(my child)
just like how
no one
ever helped me

(863.)Pen Puts Out; Paper Does Not
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I WANT
to live forever
to fall in love again
to be a famous poet
to be rich
to be well liked
to be a good man
to be handsome
to play in a band
to further science
to make love on another planet
to read faster
to be loved for who I am.
to skydive
to be a great photographer
to pain wondrous pictures
to be respected
to meet God
to have super powers
etc.
i need
food
sleep
water
love
that's all
I sleep
I eat
I drink
I'm alone with paper and pen

(864.) . Vs ?
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I'm not sure whether it is better to be
a question?
or a
declaration.
there is always the allure
of the unknown
but of course there is something to be said
about absolutes.

(865.) Untitled
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Beauty is a promise of good
And beauty is in the eye of the beholder
at times good is too
but I believe there is an absolute good
plus many many bads
I hope there is absolute beauty

(866.) "waning into perfection" I like that.
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Your long legs
stratching with each
graceful glide
and your body is so smooth
so perfectly waning into perfection
but just flawed enough to make you seem real
beauty thy name is what I want
but you keep walking
away

(867.) Are we there yet?
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life is too fast for me
or perhaps not too fast
but at least a general feeling
of being rushed

(868.) At Least To Me
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Damn you Buddhist Monks
your life is so tempting
yet so unattainable

(869.) Clothed In Defiance
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She is clothed in defiance
her hair is a flash of rebellion
her skin is tattered with permenance
her flesh pierced with culture
scars reflecting lonliness
eyes dry with sadness
lips painted with Come-hithers
hips unhidden by their own majesty
and she is beautiful
for all the wrong reasons
and this I confess
makes her all the more right

(870.) So Sayeth The Idiot Prophet
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words, water, lighters, and software
these things should be universally free

(871.) I Doubt You Do
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my dear,
I miss you
do you miss me?
a question never to be answered
because you are gone
and some other woman wears your skin
I'm still the same
just not as young
you hadn't found you yet
but we found each other
I'll miss you
I'll miss us
Do you miss us?

(872.) SCALE
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nothing
infinitesimal
negligible
quasuriffic
atom-like
itsy bitsy
miniscule
teeny
tiny
mouse-like
small
compact
lacking
Just-Right (medium)
above average
big
large
excessive
great
huge
immense
gargantuan
collossal
brontasaurian
levianthanesque
planetarian
galactic
astronomical
infinity

(873.) Poetry Reading Central Library Atlanta Mid-June
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Meeting of the same idea
time and time again
in different fashion
matching the time
but always the same soul
poetry meets again today
on the 5th floor of a library
in a southern city
and we wield words like
brushes
and ideas like paint
forever married in beauty
on the canvas of our minds
someone asked me why I write
and i answered
in a different poem
that you very well may never
feel
but why we write
is a different answer
because we can
because the world feel write
when words encompass abstract
"poetry illuminates the night"
and words
light the bulb
like
like
too many allusions
too little point
poetry is in my blood
I'd show you
but I don't want to make a mess
just a splash
pleasure to meet you,
my name is Mitchell

(874.) I'm A Liar
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this is a self-referential loop
this is something else

(875.) You Know Who You Are
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I've met the same woman several times
but each time her face is different
shapes slightly altered
to meet the mood
but her soul is the same
and every time
she has the same fashion
the same glasses
the same love of Jack Johnson
of the protalitariat
of the working class
of theatre
and gay men draw her in
like some weird
fruit-fly

(876.) It Will Be A Sad Day When Science Conquers Love
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I have told you this before
and I will tell you it again
and again
even after science
and time,
for whatever reason
have proven me a fool
have disproved my god
as nothing more
than biology
then chemisty
than physics
than mathematics
and nothing as beautiful
as in my mind
this world
only holds me here
because I accept it's rules
for whatever reason
or without reason
but when i find her
when we find
we
love will
rewrite your laws
make them right
and it will all
be
in
my
head
but
always
through my soul
whether it exists or not
because love is my drug
my medicine
my god
my answer
my addiction
and I have none
an addict with no dealer
no outlet
no drug
just an idea
and faith
limitless faith
and they will solve life around me
and we will always object
we as in us
us as in her and I
same soul
different bodies
same dreams
different minds
same religion
different gods
someday she will read this
or ignore my past
either way
I will love you
forever
and always
our children
my children
may never be in this lifetime
and that is my fault
I
love you
and I'm sorry
for this
I'm not crazy
just
missing you

(877.) Art
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all the gold
is nothing
I bring you pewter
crafted
from me

(878.) So Be Sure You Give It To The Right Ones
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people and words
often at times
only have power
if you give it to them