Sunday, December 6, 2015

Stoem

Stoem(n): Stolen lines from other poets put together and made into a new poem.

The rose that grew from concrete
Laughing a challenge to the raindrops, daring them to make us leave
The red washing down the bathtub can't change the color of the sea at all
A warm domestic chaos spells life without care
And I dream too much, and I don't write enough, and I'm trying to find God everywhere
A young heart with an old soul, how can there be peace
The cancer that invades our ancestors' defiled dreams
Rehearsed in silence.



Brought to light

If you really knew me, you've seen me naked at least once
If you really knew me we've shared bloodshot eyes together
If you knew me like my bed you'd think I'm lonely, 
but if you knew me like other people's couches you'd think I'm loved.
If you knew me like my desk you'd think I always sleep, 
but my bedroom thinks I'm an insomniac.
If you really knew me, the walls must have told you what I do when no one's looking.
And if you knew me like the sun you'd see an innocent bystander, 
but if you knew me like the moon you'd see a criminal.
If you knew me like the floor you'd think I don't pay enough attention to you,
and if you knew me like the ceiling you'd think I like to stare.
Cause I'm always looking up.
Yes I am an optimist, but I feel like shit too sometimes.
You think just cause I don't tell people when things are hard I don't go through hard things?
If you really knew me, you'd know my Mom died when I was 8.
You'd know I lived in Vegas, but had to move do to a crazy stepmom.
You'd know that I've moved like 7 times since, and people say moving sucks.
But I've met a lot of amazing people.
If you really knew me you'd know I've been through some shit; 
even tho I haven't been comfortable enough in my own skin to reflect on it myself, I know I have.
If you really knew me you'd know I still don't give a fuck either.