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A Good Poem by Cheryl W.
E. E. Cumming, Great Poet
Elysian Fields
Johnny Hollow
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Order One (Chronologically)
3 Short Poems
Idea
Call it a flickering light.
It’s an idea taken flight.
We can’t deny that it’s not in spite
of a long lost dream
that forever lost me
in the oasis of clouded sleep.
Real Dreams
We can’t see dreams, they’re not real.
We picture things unsurreal.
Forget these thoughts, they’re not here
in this world of all things real.
Lines Sublime
Hands entwined
with lines sublime
touch pen to paper
to carry minds.
Yours or mine,
all thoughts unwind
when put into
lines sublime.
Gray Grass
She has steam in her veins,
and I keep thinking that she’s fake.
I know now that I’m just slow.
My own desires won’t let go.
Fake asleep, she dreams deep.
Come together and let us weep.
Feel this pain. Scream this way.
Let us fall into anever dreamt sleep.
Hear these words, speak this phrase:
None of these things will ever go away.
Feel my thoughts. Train your mind
to look a bit more on the other side.
No green grass, just relax.
It always goes by a bit too fast.
You’re okay. I came today
hoping to fix your unending ways.
Read my mind. No design
for the complexion of a pantomime.
Trust me here. Held so dear,
you are getting a little too near.
Perplexed thoughts need not loft
in an introverted sense of loss.
Calm me down. You’re so sound
whenever I do come around.
Hold my hand. Stand your ground.
If you stand straight you won’t fall down.
“Call to me,” I call to you.
Then you tell me what I can’t refuse:
I love you. I love you.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
I love you. I love
you.
We can’t see dreams, they’re not real.
We picture things unsurreal.
Forget these thoughts, they’re not here
in this world of all things real.
Ode to a Nameless Dead Girl
On a bed
a girl may lay dead
her name unsaid
and if she could talk
she would say,
“I O.D.’d today.
They said once, twice, thrice
give it a try
and I said back
no, no, no, I can’t take that,
but then I went back
and asked them how it would feel.
They told me once more, “Just give it a try.
We don’t lie,
In fact it’ll feel kind of nice
just watching the time pass by.
It won’t take long until you know why,
so why not just give it a try?”
I told myself I couldn’t.
I told them I wouldn’t.
I felt kind of pushed into it,
and I knew that I shouldn’t.
But then I caved in,
my mind flooded with thoughts
of what it might feel like
to have my mind simply lost.
Now it’s lost forever,
and I have to say adieu
to you, to me, to whoever
I ever, ever knew.”
The Mirrorman
I woke up today
and decided not to get up today,
not that anything was disrupted in anyway.
I just felt like it would be best
if I took a mid-morning to mid-day to midnight rest,
not that I mean to be a pest
to all of those who do their best
to keep to the hip-hip-hurray!
or booo bad day way
of life.
It’s all taken in strife
and I don’t need it to thrive.
In fact I already feel alive.
So why not say
that this day
can be taken away
by the one I let lay
beside me. Here to stay.
You may ask who this could be
and I can tell you only one thing:
It’s the mirrorman;
me, and only me.
Reminders of the Never-Befores
I’m getting reminders of the never-befores,
going through the same old tours
that I’ve never taken before.
They always twist, curl, pour, and unfurl,
and they twirl and swirl,
and I can’t take them anymore.
I can’t forget them,
but I don’t want to beget them.
You can’t trust them,
but you can never pretend that they’re lies.
So look into their metaphysical eyes,
and trust me I’ve tried.
I can never forget them.
I can never forget them.
They’ve happened a million times,
but not even twice.
Maybe once,
but even then
it wouldn’t have been enough.
Unless it lasted forever.
If it could happen in forever,
and there might not be such a thing as forever.
There might not be such a thing as forever.
Preaching to Suicidals
Lie to them.
Preach to them.
Cry for them.
Tell them
you would absolutely die for them.
Give them hope.
Give them vows
That you would forsake
when times are down.
Now you feel good.
Now you feel great.
You gave them hope,
and you made their fate,
but don’t forget
it’s all a lie,
and when they die
you’ll know why.
Harmonious Sleep Everyday
My head drifts slowly into my arms
and I fall asleep...again.
Peace drips slowly into my eyes
and it’s not dripping out...again.
I have dreams for one more time
but not like that time was...back then.
All goes dark and all goes silent,
but it’s a good thing...oh, yes it is.
Time passes slowly and quickly goes by
because my harmony will not end.
My harmony will not bend.
My harmony won’t give in.
Thinking Projection
Travel approaching.
The forward course is always set.
Time is wasting
when I lie down and I feel dead.
Calm is touching
the gentle minds that are always spread.
Courage is hoping
that the nonsense will collect itself.
Don’t trust in trusting.
Call those that call thee.
Then someday maybe
you will find me.
Forget the virtue
of symphony
because I tell you
you will soon see.
Calling on passion
for reasons unimagined
is my way of passing
this hologram off
as a sincere
substitute
for me.
Feather
Light as a feather,
I might drift away.
Drift backwards
to thoughts I thought I had.
Thoughts I hope to have.
Thoughts you know, you know I have.
Let thought unwind
for the trouble
that is in all times.
It’s not worth thinking over.
It’s not worth losing time over.
Quickly I float forward
drifting toward
whatever it is that is forward.
Clinch onto too many ideas
and you’ll forget the true meaning.
The abstraction I am seeing.
It might not be true.
Maybe I fed myself lies.
It might be a story I grew.
But you shouldn’t offer care.
Only I should care.
However don’t be alarmed,
if you wanted to give care
I’m not stopping you. I’ll gladly accept it.
And if you wanted to stare
please go right ahead and do.
Your wants are what I want to
accomplish in my mind.
My wants are what I wanted
to see in your mind too.
Common relations, common relations:
two feathers alike.
Now I drift on a wing
with whoever you are.
Constantly going forward
moving forward, floating forward.
Wanting you to have my wants
that I hope to have myself.
How utterly selflessly selfish of me.
Uphill
I am walking up a steep cliff
looking down at many bodies.
Once I wished to see them eye to eye
now I look down on them as their minds die.
It’s not that I am carelessly selfish,
I just know that I can’t make a difference.
My journey to the top of this cliff
is too arduous for me to turn back
and dive down off of it.
I hope I have more than one lifetime
to realize what’s happened
to everyone on the inside.
Not that I don’t already know,
but I let a cloak of light blind me
from what the world’s darkness has grown.
A symbolic shelter
is growing from function’s embrace.
If I can’t make it over this next bluff
I will have to live there and just give up.
Order Two (Chronologically)
The Holy Knight Walks
Every doorknob on a fortress.
Every window that is shattered.
Every hopeful that is hopeless.
Everything that ever mattered.
Seems all of these things are pointless.
Seems all of these things don’t matter.
A holy knight riding horseless
on a steed known as human legs.
“Way to win without victory,”
says the holy knight to himself.
“Way to see what was unseen,”
says his enemies with their joy.
A spy, a scout, his horse fell down,
but the knight was a prideful boy.
He would not let himself be found
amongst a pile of his friends’ corpses.
But by the end enemy forces,
that even fiends can’t comprehend,
overwhelmed all his mens’ horses
and now the little boy has died.
Now he joins with his friends’ corpses,
forever sleeping underground.
Morning’s Dusk
And this morning will not end.
This day will continue to begin.
Ten days will pass with one sole morn-...
My interruption will be borne.
Cry it out! Cry it out! Don’t waste your time.
But if you don’t you will be fine.
Don’t you watch for sin gone wild.(?)
With sorrow’s head turned you will smile.
Peace is crime for those on trial
so what is currency for who dies?
Eternity will be kind,
and if not I’m sorry for my lies.
Symbolism isn’t Dead
Why? Because.
Why? Because.
Why? Because.
Symbolism isn’t dead.
The witness to the murder isn’t in my head.
We could use it more often. Let’s do that instead.
We’re keeping people awake who should be in bed.
We should take a break form this big ache in the head.
Time’s a glutinous eater that cannot be fed.
Because we all know symbolism isn’t dead.
I don’t want to write a book that cannot be read,
so I’ll give you the cause for our problems instead:
Time we rush.
Time we rush.
Time we rush.
Empty Calories of Hope
When will I love?
How long will it last?
When will I love?
How long will it last?
When will I love?
How long will it last?
When will I love?
How long will it last?
There is still hope in my lungs.
There is still hope in my heart.
Forget the pain. It is all useless
Retribution on oneself.
I won’t stop praying for freedom
From personal views,
But I’ll continue to choose.
My options are open
And my reservoirs are wide
Filled to the brim with patience,
And over flown with pride.
When will I love?
How long will it last?
When will I love?
How long will it last?
When will I love?
How long will it last?
When will I love?
How long will it last?
Symbol
I’m spending a whole eternity
in my mind imagining, visualizing.
How can I say what I can see?
The unique image belongs to me
but I want it to be seen.
Oh, how do I paint that scene?
How does one paint a scene anyways?
Maybe if I concentrate hard enough
or just let go and let it flow.
Maybe that’ll be enough
and then I can show you
all of these beautiful things.
A thousand different images
is enough to make me crazed
down to my core,
but what are they for?
Maybe with one more flick
of my eyelid
I will catch the perfect symbol.
The one that represents
the love filled assimilation of everything.
or is that good enough for me,
roaming eyes with which I can see.
I want to break it down
into a thousand different pieces,
all of the images,
and yes believe me
that does indeed include you.
and then I will put it all back together.
It will be as whole as it was ever
before again.
Well
...And then there was time.
Past the scope and out of the box
is out of the hole, not into the fall.
I want to crawl on the wall
and then grow tall; be nonchalant
and not just for intervals.
Like a tree growing balls
I want to uproot
and put an end to it all.
Turn and turn a tide so slow
makes you wonder how fast time will go.
Drop and stop and flop you’ll drown
if you fall in the water of the hole you’re down.
Mold Man
I see all of the old men
sitting around
not having fun.
It is paralysis truly.
Don’t be one.
Don’t be one.
I am the old man.
I am the cold man.
I am the mold man.
I am the one
who will grow strong.
I’m an avenger
to no stranger,
but c’mon now;
this world is still new.
You don’t have to savor
every second
but your behavior
need not lack
its intricacies.
Logic’s Cruelest Intention
What if imagination
was just an illusion
created by the corporations
to keep us believing
that new ideas we’re thinking of
is not just us repeating what
humanity has made a thousand years in the past
and in actuality the time of imagination has come to
pass?
Maybe new creations
are just us connecting dots
with the lines being nothing
but our innovative thoughts,
and if so does that make us all robots…
working on a program that we call instinct?
That’s a lot of ram for a computer, you’d think,
but if it isn’t then how are we distinct?
Animalia
I’m sure that there is something.
I’m sure that there is someone.
I’m sure that there is something.
I’m sure that there is someone.
I’m sure that there is something.
I’m sure that there is someone.
It’s as hopeful as maybe happy,
and I hope that it has come to pass.
Golden furred animals
adorned with bracelets of our flesh
gently caressing all our wounds
that they actually caused themselves,
and I- am wasting my time.
It sucks to be you. It sucks to be me.
I think it sucks to be
h-u-m-a-n-i-t-
why- are you crossing the line?
Order Three (Chronologically)
Self Reliance
The price is pricey; It has a will of its own,
and if you think by it your heart is consoled
then your mind is totally controlled.
When will your will break through?
I am not asking you
to put up with future times
with empty thoughts or teeth bled lies.
Crying out with tempting pain;
I don’t want you to explain.
Just give it up and take it out
or you’ll die of mental drought.
For anyone inside this world
who has the time to spare
take the time to ask yourself,
“Can I live here without myself?”
And know not to despair.
Know not to despair.
It is not always fair,
but know not to despair.
Sincerity/Humanity
(Two Parts of the Ballad of Hwaila Luta)
(Part I)
Everytime I see a human
I start getting questions about them.
Are they just like me,
or is there more simplicity?
They seem to be so different;
I wonder what their minds are thinking
about how I view them.
(Part II)
Should I gently bring myself to bare,
or stand back and just stare.
(Part I continued)
Blindly being before me
I see them not at all,
but once I hear their story
they seem to have traits
mounted up so tall.
How human are we?
Are you sure there’s not
something outside of me.
I feel a heart, a pulsing
outside of you or I.
Can’t you feel it turning?
It’s like a vortex drawing us inside.
But you know what I was thinking?
Time to make it turn a bit faster still.
Come on and help the turning.
(Part II continued)
We don’t have all our lives
for simply just waiting.
Speed up all of those gentle signs.
There is no complaining;
It is festivity in motion.
Come on and try stating
every good thought that comes to mind.
It’ like a revolution
cause clearly we’ve been needing one.
Unhinge
The fulcrum is shifting too violently.
It makes me want to cry.
The balance between integrity
and the numbness is shifting,
but I don’t know why.
If I could be unaware then
I would be happy so emptily,
or I could think compassionately
and be of sadness completely fulfilled.
The reason why it makes me want to cry
is not from being overly sad,
but from having a want to embrace
all feelings,
every emotion.
Comfortably
making some
explorations...
Some sense of it all.
Now it is
time to
once more
withdraw.
Comfort Food for the Revelers
Coming to my very own state of mind
are the thoughts that I was hoping to define.
In my paralysis moments I feel the divine;
Self induced in luxury the moments
my distorted eyes can see.
I revel and in turning so I find
a more comfortable thought.
Oh, revelry, sweet indecision
carry me, complete me. In this vision
I will be and in this time with moments free
I will define what pleasantry I need
to pass the time.
One eternity in one lifetime; Indecisiveness,
you make me find that no one path
is worthy of me not wasting my time.
Adrift in void, you know it would just be ignored,
that’s what makes you have this fear
that humanity has held so dear.
A thing, a want, a goal, a path,
you know no one is just like that...
In some ways I might be wrong, but...
That never really stopped me before.
Haz. Mat. Handler
They want me to give them motion,
but I don’t catch the notion.
They want to share their emotion,
but they can’t handle their’s very well.
So they have their explosives,
but I’ve cut my own wicks off.
I want someone who can handle
something that’s radioactive,
contagious, painful, and dreadful.
Oh, how sincerely I doubt this
world could spawn such a mutant.
If only one of them could handle
without giving off a polutant,
and while not being heartless...
Yes, I know it’s contradictory,
but who cares if I have my victory.
Mind Made Machine
You already have the wisdom
that is necessary to some.
You just might not be using it
for what I do with my own.
I am using mine for my own ends
and can only hope that you can do the same.
It pleases me if you’re using it beneficially
or have other ways to suffice.
In a way your knowledge or ingenuity
is working in a path, for or against
something I wish to accomplish
of which we just don’t know yet.
Gyroscopic View
Have you wondered, and
if you haven’t why haven’t you,
about what it would feel like to
always be forgiving?
Have you desired, and
if you have why did you,
to be confronted by
everyone you’ve ever met?
Have you dreamt of
far different worlds
set apart from
the world we’re used to?
If you have then you are,
by what my beliefs might hold,
a member of the human race.
Have you ever tried to define
what in essence is our being
on a scale that is confined
to whatever you can comprehend?
If you have, and
I’m sure many have tried
to form their thoughts into
that comprehensive entity,
then you might be surprised
to find that I define you
as one who doth have
a religion.
Surely some would be surprised while
others would disagree and
yet another group would
define that as philosophy
which is in sense,
with what I believe,
another way to agree.
So some of you would,
with respect towards our differences,
meet me on this with
utter agreeance.
Yes, this is in a
sort of cosmic way
a system for me to
preach my beliefs to you.
Admittance
I’ve been planting bombs.
I’ve been gardening.
I had planted seeds
to sprout me into a very new being.
It didn’t work too well.
I should’ve thought it out.
I should’ve planned ahead
instead of ignoring all of the doubt.
Time isn’t of the essence.
Time is of the essence.
I don’t need to worry myself,
on whether I should worry myself
or if not.
Let’s hope not.
Dark Curtain Shrouding Hope
The incense is burning bright like a cigarette,
but much different,
it’s nothing people have a hard time to quit.
Not so cynical, it’s more beneficial.
Incense happiness
has a dark curtain hiding it.
Bright lights, shining nights, moods set
for car rides, dark curtains, pretty
twirls of the moon light in the water,
tall trees, sincere things,
and everything these mean to me
are mundane, commonplace, and common-found
but with atmosphere can be profound.
That mind of yours, turn it off and turn around
you will find there is no world, there is just sound.
Guessing At the Great Divine
With the way they describe Him
He, She, It, or whatever it may be
you might start thinking what if
Alpha Omega, Et cetera, Et cetera
might be a metaphor for a function
that is so clearly simply philosophy.
Some would call this heresy
I call it patience,
for the scientists
will never have enough time
to view this or any other idea properly.
So just think about it
If we’re all human and will eventually
die then how can we really
know anything for sure until then.
Just trust me
all answers come with time
but most first with a guess.
Order Four (Chronologically)
Order Five (Chronologically)
*or Lose, Want, Crave, Yearn For, Fumble, Drop, Error, Slip, Default, Omit, Lack or A Poem Called Tell Me, A Quatrain Called (Love) Between You and Me, and A Haiku Called I Am You and Me
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And I can’t wait until I hold you again. And I can’t wait until you hold me again, Holding you again, Holding me again. There’s nothing that I’ve missed, I’ve retraced all of my thoughts, All of them point to bliss. I am thinking of bliss, And you are the one I miss. I am thinking of you Sunday, Yesterday, some would say. And all I think of is bliss, And you are the one I miss. Kiss You have once, and always, and I will. You have once, and let me say it again: You have once, and always, and I will. You have once, and let me say it again: You have once, and always, and I will. You have once, and let me say it again: I have once, and you have, and you will. I have once, and let me please refrain. I have once, and you have, and you will. I have once, and let me please refrain. I have once, and you have, and you will. I have once, and let me please refrain. We have once, and we should, and we will. We have once, and let us do it again. We have once, and we should, and we will. We have once, and let us do it again. We have once, and we should, and we will. We have once, and let us do it again. All of us: we have and we will. All at once, and I want to do it again. All of us: we have and we will. All at once, and I want to do it again. All of us: we have and we will. All at once, and I want to do it again. I have wants, and you do, I hope too. I have wants that I want to share with you. We have wants, and let me please refrain From saying their name. We have once, and we have, and we will- The Short Poem Blue Jeans. Black Hair. Purple Shirt. It’s Love I Swear. No Falls, She Knows My Pains. She Holds Me Up. I Do The Same. Of That Feel Maybe I should’ve kissed her today to make that feeling stay away. That feeling of what is right and what is whole. That feeling of what I feel I need to null. That I already know is of that feel for what goes to show life is never dull if it’s of that feel. Of that feel of that feel of that feel of that feel of that feel I love that feel I love that feel I love that feel I love that feel that I’ll never know. That, I’ll never know: quite why life is never dull or why I love her so. More to a Poem Than This?: Lucy, This is where I want to Be In this privacy With only you and me. Statue Lady Nearly terra cotta curves covering (caressing area) beautiful cheeks. You’re the girl; you have the idle stance stirring (soft sooth like names for it) emotions. If your eyes bleaked out (no more world for them to see) would they still capture softness in their own what they are? Who forgot the relative when I’m so close to having it (having the disappearance)? Two eyes: one is for the other (softly sighs) some say we need more. I say I have yours; we’re very suppressed Eligible for knowing and loving. (Calm down) I’m all that I need to be so long as you’re a part of me. (Let me be two eyes) just that and let them be. dark like yours. Don’t tell me everything is okay; I don’t want it to be anyways. I’m glad just to be missing you, and I just hope that you miss me too. But you can say it anyways: I’m just glad that you feel that way, that you have that need to comfort me. Honestly, you could say anything to me. This dread is the source of my poetry, the inspiration that you have given me. Missing you is all that I want to be next to, of course, what’s between you and me. Missing you is all that I ever want to be next to you and me. We Are But Children Growing Into Children You’ll be given your due. Yes, you will. And I too. In time we will grow , from Child to Child , from old to old. Or so I’ve been told. So I’ve known. No, I’ve been told that jaded and faded and dilapidated are quite real, realistic. But I don’t believe it. I’m not depleted. So I’ve repeated the same joys the same ideals. The same yes and same no’s. But if you think I’m bored with it then you are more mistaken than even the dead were when they stopped their breathing. Because their breaths are still here. : In my lungs. : In my skull. Inside the hole. Your lungs. Your skulls. Their thoughts are in the hole…the woe tide intolerant forceful conniving sinful inspiring wonderful idolizing World. Find the souls in the holes. He(art) Every heart you’ve ever drawn on paper for me was an art, in and of itself. Every heart you’ve ever felt yearning for me was met ever closer to itself by mine because my heart reaches out faster than you know, faster than it really should. And its recklessness, you need not to it ever say no, because it knows it’s understood. So when I met your heart twice as close to yours than mine as fast as it had reached I knew that it had grasped something worth a second look -something worth “You’re Mine.”- Dedication I will no longer question the What, the Who, the How, or the Why- I will now have only dedication. (It is best for you and best for I.) Dogma When men are fucking demons and women are sly too how then can I tell you that I love you? Right Now I don’t think that I am upset and if I am then I don’t know it yet, but all of these thoughts that my mind tries to beget have laid waste to me and now I’m just trying to forget… (Right now) I’m just trying to forget… (Perhaps) I’m just trying to forget… Half of a Conversation I sort of saw it coming for awhile now. She said it was because there was too much distance between us, but she had been kind of asking for distance for awhile now. (joking) I don’t think I want to date anymore Chinese girls. I’ll probably be talking to her soon on IM, probably telling her a lot of the same things. She looked like she had genuine concern for me in her eyes… but I already knew that if she broke up with me it wouldn’t help me, and I told her this. I had still been depressed while we were together, but it was because we weren’t getting to be very close very often, and I offered to try to do something about it. One thing that bothered me was that though I was expecting us to break up I had a dream last night where we were happy together. (joking) If your mom asks me why my eyes are red I’ll tell her it’s because I got high. Do you think that she’ll be willing to stay together if she knows that it won’t help me to break up, because she seemed genuinely concerned? I’m sorry about wracking your nerves about this, but you probably understand how I wanted to get it off of my chest. I’d kind of like to convince her that now’s not a good time to break up, if we are going to, but I feel like she’ll be hard to convince otherwise.| Launch in external player |