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Post by themirrorthief on Apr 16, 2020 22:15:58 GMT -5
The ride
Autumn comes and leaves will gather I mount my steed and smell the french leather I ride for love described by letter a pleasant smelling letter if what said be true so much the better I'll buy a house and there I"ll set her it that said be a lie and all love is shattered then over two graves the leaves will gather
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Post by themirrorthief on May 26, 2020 23:58:53 GMT -5
my haunted dreams push me towards mad thoughts and destructive things things kept hidden in the dark found late at night in a lonely park somewhere the need to be alone is a sickness and its depressing sad dark places lost in the cases of failed, wandering people like someone you may know while Im pretty sure no one will ever know me not my wife or girlfriends I mystify them all I cant help myself Im a weirdo a freak an alien from pluto probably Im sure
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Post by themirrorthief on Jul 6, 2020 20:50:14 GMT -5
hate is the true motivator as Robert Howard sometimes said I think it may have caused him to write his stories were full of hate violence and dirty deeds and they were good very good
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Post by themirrorthief on Dec 7, 2020 22:38:13 GMT -5
the cold is here time to shiver feel the pain experience the fear lately its so hard to make sense of it better times a coming maybe who knows while the cold winds blow I will wait warm and inside take the route of a coward because being a hero never paid much anyhow
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Post by themirrorthief on Jan 18, 2021 19:57:23 GMT -5
ghosts are real take it from me I see them everywhere they linger and haunt the living who remember them while alive and cant forget since dead they sit nearby and watch and whisper at times they make me cry when they cross my mind life is so fucking cruel and it ends so infinitely and it brings me down it almost makes one want to join them and talk long into the night the long and endless night of the dead
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Post by themirrorthief on Jan 18, 2021 19:58:14 GMT -5
that one was for my hero Edgar Poe
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Post by themirrorthief on Jan 31, 2021 14:28:51 GMT -5
my battle never ends because I cant get started gonna write a novel someday gonna fix my bicycle tomorrow if its not to cold gonna call some relatives after I do some other stuff gonna get dressed after I eat gonna live large after Im dead apparently
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Post by themirrorthief on Feb 9, 2021 15:40:18 GMT -5
I watch the dancers they twist and turn they shuffle and burn so beautiful and fit my mind is captured so pleasing to the hungry eye and they twirl and point me toward better things love for art and words and fantastic things that dance inside my heart making me cry a flood of tears taking me away and back to the dancers
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Post by themirrorthief on Feb 17, 2022 22:31:04 GMT -5
so hard to be alone and afraid in the dark with only my fears regrets and that image of me in the mirror no longer handsome and strong more grey and flabby my lover a fat orange tabby but hes sweet and awfully fat he sleeps a lot but i forgive cause he tries so hard to learn english and he kisses me sometimes right on the mouth but that is usually after ive just had strawberry jam
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Post by themirrorthief on Feb 20, 2022 22:38:57 GMT -5
the dream world can claim your soul best to seek reality every day keep body and soul together let the dead bury the dead and keep each other company the living are more lovely and one helluva lot more lively just my opinion backed by scientific research so wave your flag pound your drum lest the ghosts of christmas past rattle their chains till your mad
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Post by themirrorthief on Sept 29, 2022 12:42:56 GMT -5
its so easy to go mad writing weird poems arguing with idiots on the web watching re runs of show from forty years ago I dream of Genie still funny but Im mad Gilligan still rules and will forever like the stooges its just funny makes me smile and what the fluk is wrong with that besides IM mad now I need a snack
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Post by themirrorthief on Sept 30, 2022 22:47:22 GMT -5
I guess im gonna post this here for no reason except I want to I met with an old girlfriend today and she is finally clean and healthy after years of drug abuse...she looked so pretty and sweet and we laughed and laughed and had a great time despite the fact she was with her new boyfriend....it was very cool. I also heard from a relative that another oft remembered ex girlfriend has started working at his job. I cant wait to go there and see her gain. she is a super sweet girl. thirdly my daughter took me with her to her art class. I suck at painting but met lots of new people and had a great time, being told how to create sort of goes against my grain but from a social standpoint it was pretty awesome. Lots of fun. them me and my daughter went to a very classy restaurant called waffle house and pigged on eggs and sausage. just a great freaking day...ps I bought four books at my local used book store...got a john fowles, and graham green an a couple of cool looking fantasy novels...I also found a new movie starring Mick Jagger that looks super interesting about art thieves....great freaking day all around...hey it happens even to a loser like me...hooray
and I havent bombed you with any crappy new poems...at least not yet but the night is sorta young...peace
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Post by themirrorthief on Sept 30, 2022 22:55:56 GMT -5
also i finally got an idea for some new original fiction....hopefully I will post it here when done will be sort of a modern day fantasy...hope I dont forget the outline I wrote in my head
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Post by themirrorthief on Oct 2, 2022 18:16:10 GMT -5
so you see I can dream deeply enter dark realms where truth follows you like a stalking beast if I say nothing else I can say that much at least is there truth in beauty perhaps are there spirits lurking in the shadow of course why deny we are ruled by fear that dwells in those remote corners and you can never escape but I can write these little jingles and purge some of my most hidden apartments
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Post by themirrorthief on Oct 26, 2022 22:53:02 GMT -5
rivers flow on and on life flows on but not forever time is precious we really should use it or so Ive been told but I am weak and not so bright sort of a dim bulb on a dark night so I will dream instead of what might have been had I been smarter more handsome with blue eyes and blond curls I could have been in a movie or at lest a cartoon so I sit and sigh as what left just passes on by
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