Improvised Fix

I recently created a new type of poem.  Inspired by Haiku’s, I came up with a type of poem revolving not around syllables per line, but around a certain number of words per line, with each line representing a different part of the idea that the poem is getting across.  I don’t know if this is actually a new creation but I have never seen it done before.  I have no name for this type of poem.

This is the first one of many that I have created:

Receipt, Broken, Ripped

let’s go to heaven now

glue, paperclip

tongue

improvised fix

Best Friends: We Share Everything

It was hard in the beginning

I couldn’t believe what I was feeling

seeing her with you had me second guessing

but I knew I wouldn’t do nothing

but that didn’t stop the direction my mind was facing

I thought about her and me

and fantasized about what it would be like for one night

but then I came back to reality

and realized what I was thinking wasn’t right

because you’re my best friend

and she’s your lover

but I can’t help but feel good when I hug her

and I can’t help but love to be looking at her

and I never told you I felt this way

I just waited until the feelings passed away

I know they’re wrong

but you can’t control your feelings

I just always stay focused on not causing any suffering

and now they’re gone

back to where they came from

all without any explanation

and we can go back to the way it was

nothing between us

Buyer Beware

Roll up all the dreams of men with no filter

Spark the wick and wait for prayers floating on smoke to enter

It takes time to create something that’s better

and sometimes that time can seem like forever

My Lies

Flames make a beautiful dance

but burns the one who has the fire

once your heart is lit

the smoke cloaks the pyre

Vancouver Poetry Slam: First Performance

Tweet

a tweety bird came into my room
told me she was waitin in her room
all by herself listenin to Drake’s Marvin’s Room
thinking about old memories of past June
when we used to go by the beach
and lay down until the ground gave out from underneath
our love was too big for the Earth to handle
our words the lyrics to this instrumental
we thought those other couples couldn’t hold a candle
but we just fell for another dream
hearts got tangled
and then any hopes for a future were horribly mangled
when looking at the truth in the eyes
you suddenly become sentimental
but when I called you that night
all you said was leave you alone, you felt strangled
maybe that was your conscious
letting you know my feelings aren’t yours to fuck with
and if you do something wrong you gotta face the consequences
lucky your alive cuz I held all my punches
but when you call and I don’t pick up
I bet it feels like shit and I hope you give up
there’s nothing left go dry your tears
and hide your face behind your makeup
I know it hurts, I read those texts
next year you’ll say, “fuck my ex,
my new man is better at sex”
and I’ll know it was all for the best

This is art

a wise old man told me that one day I would be free
I told him I don’t think about the future
I can’t even stand this culture
weaving through four lanes of traffic just to arrive at a giant arena made of metal and plastic
I can’t seem to handle all the stress
of living while working weeks on end
I can’t work for forty years
I always have to explain myself
to be understood by others when there is really nothing to say
just a thought
a conversation that comes to mind and makes me turn the wrong way
are these enigmas that I write too complicated for you to understand my plight
poetry is for everybody
no reason to make it complicated
I hate children
I think I’ve said that before
and I hope the world ends tomorrow
my true feelings can’t be shared because they’ll put me in jail for conspiracy
theories are just theories
everybody has theirs and I don’t even think about what I’m going to eat

Death List

I wrote a list of all the things I want to do before I die.  Yesterday I found the list under my bed and read it again:

He’s got your back

God’s Army

Genesis Machina

God created the world over the Earth and space appeared and angels asked what is it worth

and we all were created for entertainment or love or whatever the reason but we can’t make it up to him

so we all try to change our masks or do things for the sake of doing them can’t we just pray and bow our heads

and have God listen to us and us not to him

but it doesn’t work that way we have to let him in to our heart

I don’t mean for this to rhyme in fact this is a speech for a dark time but I can’t help it I’m starting to think like a poet

but they treat me like a mime and the world opens up just a little and they close my mouth just a little the pain is too

much to handle

I can’t seem to bear it tears drop down my eyes and I can only dream of seeing clearly let this hurt out and maybe

you’ll think twice before abandoning me or maybe you wished this on me

it’s okay I’m not asking you anyway if I am to die today then let it be my day

death can come and I will happily go away

there’s nothing left for me here anyway