Dear Digital passing poets
I have forgotten about this place. Sorry for any one who may have missed, what ever i did on this thing, but know that i am not dead and gone, just gone, off to a better place…. my head. Thank you for all your inspiration and amusement. stay wild.
p.s We are motion picture poetry, poetry in motion. Constantly devoting ourselves like rivers over flowing we are, pens uncapped and unmasked in pockets exploding, we’re tired of yelling in the dark and going unnoticed! we are burning buildings and while we burn buildings we’re buildings burning. We are recycled paper and blank notebook pages with stories untold, we are reincarnated because lessons still need learning. we are the tale of the frog and the scorpion b/c we may damn well know the out come of whats about to happen but we can’t change a thing b/c we don’t know how to change our selves. We are the crying minitaur b/c we’ll never see the light of day out side this maze and it drives us CRAZY B/C we hear that the grass is SO much GREENER on the other side, and its ok to dream but after a while we have to realize that, this once plush green garden of eaden that was so beautiful and amazing has simply become… a maze, and we have become trapped. and so we’re searching and searching and searching for happyness like its some lost set of car keys. We search high and low and far and wide until we then realize…it was right here in my pocket the whole time….idiot
We are the working class heroes pushing 40 plus hours a week, who in the end just wanna come home to our family and friends and watch our children grow and learn how to speak, but all our tired eyes want to do is go back to sleep. We are the generation of FIVE hour energy drinks, and night time remedies, we are a nation of dependencies. We are narcoleptic insomniacs and hypocondriacs. you got a problem, theres a pill for that. We are 5 AM coffee zombies…we will kill for that. B/c it is mmm mmm good to the last drop of blood sweat and tears that it took to get it here into our cups. i Hope my grattitude is enough to feed you and your family, who ever you are. Thank you! sincerely, some guy you never met that probably wouldn’t like you because you are different…im sorry that thats the way it is.
We are burning into oblivion, passed the atmosphere into INFINITY AND BEYOND! We are Buzz Light Year, We are Buzz Alderin. We are laughing, learning and loving all the way to the coffin. And in between our trips from the womb to the tomb we are all trying to get to the moon and the stars. But, all to often we run out off gas and have to stop off at a rest stop, and its only temporary but, temporary become pergatory and so we’re left somewhere between heaven and hell, chasing our own tails and running from our selves like a benny hill skit. and we forget that its a skit b/c we can’t hear the funny music( da da da di di dida dida di di dida didle). It’s hard to laugh at the jokes gawd tells, mostly cuz their on us. It’s hard to remember that we are poems passing, from dusk to dawn and dawn to dusk. And though we may pass, our memories may be everlasting. So, to live life as the story you would want to tell, is a MUST!
Hopefully i will be performing this soon. Wish me luck or something better.
pixelskylines
2087
izzy806
blakekathryn
stormborns
andulkaphoto