Scattered Seeds Of Sycamore

Anything that pops in my head, i wrote it. Just another frustrated writer who want to say "I WAS HERE". So, Jet-r-one was here.

[totinos]

I’m in my happy place.

[hedonist--poet-deactivated20240]

Nothing makes me feel better than listening to my favorites at 4 am while smoking and watching the empty streets of the city.

Hedonist Poet (via hedonistpoet)

[jet-r-one]

I look at her as she stares beyond, I begin to mumble:

"How can one question answers love? You're sitting in bar's stool,... Someone offers you a drink Ask some questions. The basics- Then you think you are falling in love. Tipsy kiss. Ride home. Make out. Be in love in bed and fall out of love - too soon.

She whispered:

"They're not drunk on love just drunk."

-and there was a long silence of pause She smiles

"I always think I will meet him in a dark alley, sobbing for being a sober on love. Lots of questions in his heads. Yet, one only mattered- How can one question answers love? I look at him as he stares beyond, He begin to mumble, but I kissed him"

I cut her,

"Where are we?"

She look at me as I stare beyond. I begin to mumble.

[jet-r-one]

A Question For Santa

It was the morning of Boxing Day Kids on the park have stay. "What did you get from Santa this Christmas?"... A PS4, Clothes from the finest stores, A laptop, Toys from the greatest shops- All the kids announced with glee To the child on his knee. "What did you get?" The bar had set, he frets "Knitted mittens and socks." -the Earth is a lump of rock.

That night, the poor boy asked, "Santa, why is there a gift greater? and a gift lesser?"

Behind the walls, his parents overheard his pleading, In their hearts was mumblings of forgiving, For the world was tend of unjustness, That even the most merciful Giver is accused of cruelness.

[jet-r-one]

Realization of a Storyteller

I know now, the reason of ignorance- Of the knowledge absence, Of the sound in which you are called. You are my plot twist on hold. A nameless stranger, yet holds familiarity, The vague figure in the background with clarity. I did not know before, or at least I decided not to, You are the plot twist and so. The lightness in the darkness, A joy in the wilderness. The unsuspected cliché unfolding You are the the plot twist on going. However, you do not know of this realization, In your view, I am the good friend scion- I am your plot twist that might not happen, You are my plot twist, is it going to happen?

[jet-r-one]

940

Count, spindles point the way To unknown, no souls had known- But a wounded hand, shown the way The Spirit whispers, I had known.

[tryingtomormon]

Soooo wanna do a Word of Wisdom Compatible Starbucks Orders post? NEED IT

I’ve done a bunch of posts on this before, but MASTER POST TIME:

Steamers: Steamed milk. Get them with any syrup. I recommend sugar-free hazelnut, caramel, pumpkin spice, or literally any of your favourite latte flavours.

Hot chocolate: Regular or white, with various flavours (peppermint, salted caramel, etc.) I am a big fan of a half sweet peppermint white hot chocolate.

Apple Cider: Regular or caramel.

Herbal teas: You can get basically any of them made into tea lattes if you ask. Try a calm tea latte. A+

Creme-based frappuccino: Literally take any frap and ask for creme not coffee base (except like, coffee, green tea, and mocha obviously.) It just means it’s milk, syrup, and ice instead of milk, coffee, syrup, and ice.

Smoothies: Pretty self explanatory. 

You can find all my posts on the topic here.

[christianemayo]

“I’ve never been lonely. I’ve been in a room — I’ve felt suicidal. I’ve been depressed. I’ve felt awful — awful beyond all — but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me…or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I’ve never been bothered with because I’ve always had this terrible itch for solitude. It’s being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness. I’ll quote Ibsen, “The strongest men are the most alone.” I’ve never thought, “Well, some beautiful blonde will come in here and give me a fuck-job, rub my balls, and I’ll feel good.” No, that won’t help. You know the typical crowd, “Wow, it’s Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?” Well, yeah. Because there’s nothing out there. It’s stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. I’ve never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. I hid in bars, because I didn’t want to hide in factories. That’s all. Sorry for all the millions, but I’ve never been lonely. I like myself. I’m the best form of entertainment I have. Let’s drink more wine!”

Charles Bukowski (via strange--and--beautiful)

[jet-r-one]

there's nothing more beautiful than the last haul of October, when humanity gave kindness to their unfathomable fears, even if it was make believe

[jet-r-one]

I curse my tongue as the perfect feeling arise on my lungs and no words can nullify it it was unfathomably rare that no poet had feel it to fell in love to a ghost of nothingness

[jet-r-one]

some men never die and some men never live

[jet-r-one]

everything here shakes shivers bends blasts in fierce gamble

[buttonpoetry]

Josh Merchant - “Mean Mug” "What does this mean for us now? What noose will they turn trophy?" Performing during prelims at the 2014 National Poetry Slam. Subscribe to Button on YouTube!

[jet-r-one]

Stars unfurled above the grave As gold daisies begin to pale, Above the crosses that rave Markers of nameless hero's trail. Fallen from the road to peace, Of uprising wrath, of turmoil toil, They sleep for confusion never cease, At last, we remember as they spoil. She weeps as gunfire's salute, Twenty one from three great friends, Shots of remembrance in multitude, How great was the idea that put them to end? Promised land of liberty, Yet, wars and rumors of wars resides, Choice above lands in prosperity, Yet below, army of bodies decay side by side. Great was their fight, Yet, little was the difference in whole, For the young in terror wait, Standing in the post where hope was stole.

[jet-r-one]

Walk toward the sun. Toward its light and brightness. Walk to the sun. To hope and its righteousness. You are HIS heir. Crowned prince (princess) to a glory. Let HIS name you bear. Let his suffering make you whole and holy. Aim for the sun and HIS glory. Be the light in HIS likeness. Be HIS, live HIS story. Love and joy in HIS gracefulness.

[jet-r-one]

-at one time here everything was mine- -Charles Bukowski, evening classes, 20 years later

[jet-r-one]

Ahh, bukowski