30 Poems in 30 Days

[AChild]

1-18

pagliacci preacher
feature point
but forgot to pack my piss pigment
ment to slur
vent the fur
tint the cur
bent the world around my plastic spoon
shamin' mother
can't cover
first cut
caution !!!!!!
forgo my black bar
wisdom is such winkles
can't escape spin-drome
crystal stash ah
hasha pass fire higher
die a thousand times
living once
cry sssssssssssssssssss
pry push not the same worlds
whirl splash cheap chief
brief speech creak thief
heat street
still time
line pen peel mind (------see
rough eyes out and now the insides leak and fragile)
suck the standing out your library
if you let me how do your think I sharpen my silver tongue.
I LOVE THIS GAME

 

[joeys-game]

2-8

Netfuck

Online drama
unfolding craziness
mimics real life,
emotion run amuck
has me
crawlin the walls,
don't breathe
mind fuck insense
space contingent,
smoke released
sparks fire,
anger fuels
the craving,
liquid pools of
dirty lies
at your
doorstep.

j.b

 

[4degrees]

3-14

fist twisting
my mister, inner
belly deep again
we are the same
we are the same
pro-fuck-centric
master of every trick
emission fashion flick
tricked me out of my
skin again, you drive that
point home
begin to shed those
error messages
only read into this
as you wish
UNAT I YOW

 

[Guest]

2 - 3

It's annoying
the stacking, aligning
arranging
Who does that?

A crazy compulsive
that's who

Count out change for tomorrow's latte
a dollar tip, always crisp
folded in half
no four quarters for her

It pays for a smile
and a hello, hot coffee
in a mug from home
rather than a styrofoam cup

Obsessive, germ free freaks
need a 'good morning' too

 

[joeys-game]

2-9

Fridays

Waiting for Friday
to roll around again.
To see you, to play,
to lose myself
for an hour,
maybe two.

Anticipation, excitement,
vibrations of longing.
That overwhelming feeling
that reaches in,
looking forward to
something.

Desire fuels motivation,
complete mundane
'have to's'.
Get the shit outa the way,
its only Friday for one day.


j.b

 

[Guest]

2 -4

Through smoke and arrogance
shadows lie low
creep closer

I can hear them coming
long before they smile
from canine to canine

Pretenses can't hide belly growls
once intent reveals in questions
mine rumbles back its answer

 

[Liar]

2-4

persisto

he's so

no data
pink noise and jitter
random leaps across bands
multi phased static stacatto
in moiré morphs

and still
like gravity, predictable
and aiming low

this is how he speaks,
and to what end?

i just don't know

 

[4degrees]

3-15

cold blood weaves
a wine tapestry
some stories never should
be told, the old flaked off
deadness dusts the ground
at my feet
don't eat-give it up as
a symbolistic suck up
reserve myself a parking spot
right up front
asphixia will fix ya, right up
turned this cynic into
a man of immorals
this world's in trouble
with every new voice
resounding and bouncing off
the inner turmoil i learn
to ignore it more
sweep the floor clean of
that dead powdery leftover
that was supposed to be
human
dianetics and jim jones fit
like interlocking mirror jigsaw
with fuck you etched across in
a fancy font, what more do you
want, i'm just one man
i can't save the world
but i sure could blow it up.

 

[AChild]

1-19

this little light of mine
gotta tie it to rocket
and hope is out shines star

 

[4degrees]

3-16

many motive motor
kicking this and making it
twist, reverberate in that
lowest part of mankind
earthday, hallmark happy
birthday but no one knows
the day that we were
really born
forlorn folk just waking up
with a slap to the fact that
no ones been born yet
regret just wastes time
and time again i find
every answer i need
is some unproven
immovable myth
you get me?

 

[Guest]

2 - 5

The sun shines through the window,
catching hope in its ray.
It filters sad memories that rest,
center on my chest, it warms.

Today I am happy.

 

[joeys-game]

2-10

Hope


Bigger than life
it sends emotion
soaring skyhigh,
infused with
sunrays, moonbreath
and star shadows
it grows each day.

j.b

 

[Liar]

2-5

pistis

who spoke of love
or even uttered respect?
this is me, that is you
what I deliver
and what you receive
balance the universe
just like it should

it's so

an inference shared,
a contract fulfilled
and whether there's love,

I just don’t know

 

[AChild]

1-20


emotional blackmailer
eat my word so she won't cry
but the letters are poking
cheek flesh and my smile
is syrupy red
this is love

 

[Guest]

2 - 6

Mussed up, dirty blond.
Sweat rolling from nape of neck,
spine and down.

No resisting it, curve over,
taste his surrender.
Such efforts are not in vain

I give in
I give in too.

 

[joeys-game]

2-11

Wanting it, giving in.
Asking to be shown.

Inhibitions left behind,
a memory.

A new experience,
a new memory.

j.b

 

[Liar]

2-6

I'm mused up
bemused I prance the stamp sized floor...

where yesterday she bounced clichés
challenged my dismay
does this
make me look fat?
and I knew, like basic subtraction
exactly what to say​

...grind every dust pebble with my weight
ten thousand tons of ephiphany, plus
a redundant pile of flesh and bones

that yesterday she pounced,
kamikaze crashing into me and walls
blushing at the spectacle, rushing
to conclusions her own way
tell me what's on that
mobile mind of yours
and I knew, like adding numbers,
exactly what to say​

 

[AChild]

1-21

follow
matches many name
go on red growth venture

in control for hour's end
oak char
dance a spit-bug
continue

that olive grey gloves
rubs my eyeballs

 

[Liar]

2-7

Glass Man

Just because I'm transparent
doesn't mean you'll understand.

In fact, what is there
to observe when all you see
is though?

The wall I lean against
isn't me, it gives no clues
of identity.

But maybe,
if I shift my weight,
try to catch a ray, bend it
around an affirmation thirst,
my ectoplasm will reflect
in this realm too.

There's a me
more than vacuum
projected in your space.

Can you see?

 

[joeys-game]

2-12

Shell


Half full or
half empty,
is there a difference
that you can see?

Underneath a
cover of deception
it feels the same
to me.

Belief in another,
trust in someones
word.
This is only earned,
proven even when
not heard.

j.b

 

[Guest]

2 - 7

To the parasite that rides my body:

It's time to go because your host
is bruised and contused.
There is nothing left for you.

You are fat off the adipose
that surrounds everything visceral
the heart, the brain.

Come back and the battle
within will only make me stronger,
build antibodies to antigens.

Leave, but the cells will remember
to recognize you, your manipulation,
fight off sycophants.

I will be immune.

 

[AChild]

1-22

A Goal

On a Rand train
travel world
eating words of
thought blossoms
in native tounges

 

[Guest]

2 - 8

The haze burns off on another perfect day.
The sun is warm enough,
no chilly April breeze.
I could wear shorts, it's that nice.

But my hands are cold.
If they are, the rest of me is.
I wring them together,
try to bring the feeling back
as I've white-knuckled it while waiting.

I lied, I do chew my nails,
they're bit down to the quick.
Know this, this day is less than ideal
when worry about you clouds my head.

 

[Willows_Tears]

1-1 a simple start

I am a little concerned. This place feels like it could become an easy addiction.

eyes closed
I jump right in
no big toe thermometer
no lifeguard to mind my shores

 

[Liar]

2-8

Welcome,
I hope your visit will satisfy
whoever you are, whenever
you arrive. Please let me
be your guide.

I want to be the one to caution,
to point towards safe streets,
to tell you about masks
and how to deface them.

I want to be there
to treat a bruised knee
and a broken heart.

I want to tell you about bad men
and of how to un-man them,
about the importance of being
Ernest, and to look both ways
before you cross swords,

to floss and stay brave
in the face of challenge,
to speak when spoken to,
but not only then,

to welcome,
and be a guide.