Tag: poetry

On Hearing of the Movie Bucket List

So make a list, nothing wrong with one more unfulfilled dream

All the things
you’ve wanted to do with
life
but didn’t
because
of…
What? Hard to
tell
scared of
chance
scared of
anything
that isn’t
planned
tied down
with all
the things
everyone
says I should
be
but aren’t

Leaves you
feeling lost
beside your
life
not knowing
what to do
failing them
failing me
so now
when the only thing
left
to do is die
I have to make up
for all the things
I’ve wanted
desired
but set aside
and now
it’s much, much
too late
to make amends

So make a list,  nothing wrong
with one more unfulfilled
dream

Eurydice in Rags

…end up, fantasizing, about the long, drawn out, descent to, the underworld…

Scattered

is how i find

myself

so often

My mind shakes

and trembles

standing

alone in a

sterilized

hall with a walker

and dirty shift

An image

that comes

to mind

only because

it’s true

and the

intent of this work

Shifts every

three lines

wanting to write

to say how

hard it is

to think

to create

and you

end up

fantasizing

about the long

drawn out

descent to

the underworld

Dead

Long before you

ever arrive

Accosted on the Way to Work, 8:32 am

…or the destitute

Joshua leaves

all his memories

at the bottom

of empty bottles…

You never forget

the words of

a hobo prophet

a junkie messiah

anointed in the

castoffs of the

world, spiced

by the ramvod

smell of

rotting teeth

No

you never forget

nevermind

that he’s mad

consumed by

a hunger

nothing

her can

now provide

“The world opens

and shopping

carts fall in, then

you

will know

the time of

garbage has

come, the

rise of

the refused!”

powerful words

even when

they mean

nothing

for a pittance

morewsdom

can be ha

for a bottle

of Trader Vic’s

an Apocolyptica’s

worth is yours

reasonable rates

Just remember

the given word

is your’s alone

for the destitute

Joshua leaves

all his memories

at the bottom

of empty bottles

Random Code – Previous Post

So the previous post, the piece of poetry… It looks better over at my DeviantArt account. They let you use text formating over there that WordPress seems to be ignoring. If you want to see how the poem is suppose to look please follow the link below. If you want to hear how it sounds, you’ll have to wait for me to do a reading, or read it out loud to yourself and those three lines after “three” pause, breath out and sigh. Then return to the litany of the poem.

So why write a poem about OCD? Well, you write what you know 😛 Seriously though, it seems funny and cliche that someone would sit in front of a door turning their key in the lock over and over, and of course it is funny, it is ridiculous actually. Makes for great comedy on the television, except for the person stuck there doing it. They’re stuck in a loop, if you know something about code you can say their stuck in a bug, a bad “if…then” statement. But for some reason they’re brain much like a computer can’t break the loop. Not without a lot of anguish on their part. If you know someone with OCD or suffer from it yourself please look into it, there are a lot of ways to deal without. Many don’t require any drugs at all. Oh, and give that person a hug and let them know you’re there for them.

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