AE - Hello Poetry

AE Aug 2018

Taken from a snowy wasteland
In the warmth of a cloth-lined room
Cozy smoke rises from the oaken fire
My body lays to rest on the waiting bed.

The space where I hibernate in the blizzard
Is tucked neatly away in the pockets of my heat
So let me be in my dimension of comfort
As the wintery world rages on.

It's been a real hot summer so I thought thinking of cold things would be nice.

#winter #cold #rest #bed

AE Aug 2018

Hello, Old Man

I see him every day
Stumbling by the streets that are as old as him.
His wispy air tumbles past his shoulders
As his eyes glaze down and out.

Sometimes I see him walk
And hover without a mouth
It only appears for a cancer stick
That he drains the tobacco clean.

Each time I pass the shield of smoke
He puts up where he sits
I wonder when the day will come
He finishes his final one.

Because I know once he was young too
And I've yet to come by and sit with him
And ask his story after I say these words,
"Hello, old man."

This is a real person I usually see during my week, I really don't know how old he is and how close he is to dying from his chain-smoking routine, but I found him quite poetic.

#old #man #cigarettes #death

AE Aug 2018

Nuclear

Yes, everything is so clear
NEW-clear, right?

Because like the explosion of anger I get
When I see some poem better than mine
Everything is newly clear.
It is new clear.

Or, not.
See, I've been called careless. Delusional, a couple times.
But do you think I give a **** about my silly rhymes?
Or how about each person that's floated in and out of my life.
Everything is very clear.

I want you to take the word "nuclear"
Splice it and make it something better.
I did "NEW-CLEAR".
I'm angry.
And no amount of heated words will satisfy the mushroom clouds in my mind.

Did this very very quickly.

#nuclear #anger

AE Aug 2018

Pizza

I would go on a journey nobody has ever gone on before
For this heavenly reward that is waiting patiently at my door.
I would climb Mount Everest with one arm tied behind my back
Just to see what I await in a heaping giant stack.

You see, my friends, it is unlike any other treat
It makes my childish heart still skip a beat
I'll fight to the death with an arrow in my eye
Just to get a bit of the flavor that makes me sigh

That tender crust, that succulent cheese
Then covered with tomato sauce that quivers my knees
I couldn't explain what this does to me
All I wish is that I could pick it off trees.

It belongs in an art museum for all to behold
Its value exceeds even greater than gold
And I'd sooner walk out on the Mona Liza
So I can get another slice of that wonderful pizza.

I love pizza.

#pizza #art #food #love

AE Aug 2018

Isolation

No key in all the world
Could open the door
That keeps me in isolation.

#isolation

AE Aug 2018

Photos From Yesterday

Each and every page that goes by
Out of the corner of my youthful eye
I can see each and every passing thought
I expected fate should have bought.

With tears tumbling down each cheek
Them bright happy faces are so sought to seek
Did those eyes seven months ago know of today?
Did they know his mind would ever be okay?

And with trembling fingers, I can scarcely believe
That memory misplaced in my web of weaves
I used to be able to say that I had HER heart
Now I lay on the floor waiting for the inevitable depart.
For every smile I see knows not of what we now do
And we've changed from the years that changed even you
So should I still be in love with the girl that flipped me upside down?
And risk all those months again wearing that same darkened frown?

Because each and every photo from yesterday
Lacks what is present here right now
And if I ever could relive any of my years
I would still experience the same fears.

#time #love #mind #happy #sadness #photos #yesterday #fear

AE Aug 2018

Paranoia

I am creeping.
I am a cancer.
I am a pox.

Throughout each of your days, I am there. I am waiting for every potential slip-up, every look behind your back, every whisper in your ears. I am there when you think you're free.

I am hooded.
I am crawling.
I am powerful.

Just how powerful am I? I can create false planes of existence only YOU can see. The beauty of my craft is that each person I infect suffers catastrophically, but I am meticulous. I only corrupt one victim at a time. That way the entire world thinks he is insane and sick. But it was all me.

I am feared.
I am respected.
I am delusional.

Even the writer writing this down has had my teeth sink into him. I have convinced him time and time again that there are ticks in his hair, parasites under his skin, murderers outside his door, atom bombs waiting to explode. I know his weaknesses each time I swallow him into my world of darkness. He is waiting for me every day. And I am waiting for him. And I am waiting for you.

I am hatred.
I am insecurity.
I am Paranoia.

Took a leaf out of a very old short story I read a while back and tried to write in the style of a personified emotion. Did it work? I'm a little paranoid if it didn't.

#paranoia #fear #hatred #insecurity