4,5
White and black
Looking closer
finely grained stones
stick to my palms
a point accented by the waves
mist is approaching over the mountains
feel the texture change under my boots
yellow stains the sand
Victorian gem spies on us
from between the branches
9,10
dying in masses
blue and clear ameobas
following the shape of the tide
beautiful
and dead
do you want to go the the top?
if its possible, I’m down
swirls of orange cut by the rigid texture of wood
but my fingertips see the cool touch of stone
Independently entertained
Hunting for treasure
stones engulphed in the white foam
My favorite people are those I can be silent with
Funny thing to be able to choose
I haven’t replied yet.
A reminder of the world
soft breeze through my sweater
the tide plays on the shore
a little different each time
Author: paisleyplayground
Free Thought
Coffee calms my attention
Feeling capable today
Open chair and and open mindI like myself
A superb feeling
Where is EskenderIm doing this so I can see a friend
Motivation at its finest
Every person walking behind me
Makes my head turnI love so many things
This morning was one of them
Pumkin Pie coffee
picnic table in the sunshine
sweet sweet sweet boys
made my morningLets climb a tree for real today?
I like youDetermining the control and the treatment
I am okay
I feel myself behind my voiceOverwelmed by the near future
Distrust in myself to meet the end
I just want to climb a tree
And see GilleyMisery wants company
Empowered by the context of conversation
Understanding why people prefer complaining
Sometimes saying “I cant” helps you overcome it
With a Beat
You say it like its just a fact, I’m tired of the men only track. philosophize when we are drunk? listen easy little punk. Tell me whos your favorite, and be happy to debate it. What is this fucked up perception men only capable of retention. A stick in the mud, with nothing to say, I celebrate with an internal horray. Fuck what you think, women belonging to a towel and sink. Ignorant comments make my eyes red, disbelief at the shit in your head. Privelage is such a commodity, but struggle gives you a comradery. Thankful for this ignorant beast. Thankful for a chance to talk on this beat. A white privaged child, you remind me at least. Chasing images of equality, filtered out the accepted fraudery. Stop telling me what I am supposed to be, fuck the media and fuck TV. We don’t realize until its too late, already eaten off their scummy plate. I wish I could just shake these fucken people, like goddam it arent you tired of being weak and feeble. Ive seen it too many times. i cant talk to you sheep, I cant hear these ignorant lines, so fucken cheap. Explain to me one more time your fucken beleif. Tell me women dont think. Tell me men philosophize when they drink. I wont stand by ignorance and just blink. You better have something more to say, okay? Because I’ll fuckin give it to you all again. I refuse to internalize. to be part of a silent gen. Fuck your standards, no 50% can self proclaim commanders. I accept your ignorance as just that, because it reminds be not to go back. Theres wars being fought and ignorance is the least of the attacks. A voiceless generation consumed in media, experts in fuckin selective amnesia. I wont forget the work being done, my voice has become my own favorite gun.
Finals Week
Drowning drowning I cant breathe
I swallow a breath of air and come up above water
Frantically trying to display a calm smile
As I kick
My stomach hurts and I am aware
The tasks are piling up and I keep swallowing water
Drowning and only time will take me.My nails scratch across my face again
Peeling skin off my forehead and cheeks
The scars remain
Visions are not worth having without the time
I can only have so much energyLying on the sidewalk wagging her tail,
I can only watch from the window
Major Change Request Form
Frantically attempting to
Hold down the responsibilities
I have invited in
Two internships now
Friends
And a boring degree I’m trying to succeed in
The lost coast boys followed into my dream last night
I wonder if I will ever work with them professionally
They are lucky to have each otherMy phone rings rarely from you
My mom calls on her way to work
And the words “whats new?” set me ajar.
I am not in the habbit of real conversation with you
And it reminds me of all that I need to doUnempowered and frusterated
Tired and bored
I want to be in school no more
Exploring the world with Servas behind me
For World peace
I’d love to be only who I amWhy am I inhibbited
by the norm
The most beautiful of dancers
Stamping her existance with Dr.
To be forgotten in the dark hallways of a hospital.
Like they ask us to be.Peers, mentors, media
What do you want to do?
A multiple choice question of
paths laid out
predictable and safe
I am not A, B, C, or D
Worries sparked by the mention of the unknown
Do they unknowingly break us?
What is it to choose
Messy Room
The door open
Piles of clothes spill over
Underneath it all are my climbing shoes
One item overlooked: my spare deoderant
Dim sparkle of christmas lights
Computer by my knee
Indents the soft duvet I bought to be happy
Wrapped around me, it does its duty
Read me, Read me
Black infamous 3-ringed ocean
Urging to be charted
Online homework waiting
Do it
Not yet
Tomorrow
Now!
NoI see the map peeping through my open closet door
It feels so good to run pen on paper.
Golden Friends
Our music might comprimise our secracy, but the view of the water from here is illuminated by the thrill. Red gatea prefer to be called golden. Bannana chips, a yellow ring black seeds sweeten the middle. 2.99 six pack, the title doesnt hide the tast. Premium Goldmine is less gold than the red structure growing out of the ocean. A redwood seedling stretches towards the sun in a eclipse of light breaking through the dense canopy. I’ll return to you in the morning. But until then I’ll stay here. Golden days with your red cousin, Giant of th Bay.
Subliminal Advertisement Through Your Guilty Pleasures
Bright screens push images
Into our minds
We absorb willingly at first
European Beach Grass
King of invators
Sucking the drops from the sand
Like a 49er
Starving the natives
The clock watches
You can’t want what you don’t know is missing
It makes me sick
The stagnant generation
so talented in selective amnesia
The lost art of words
held in the hands of a curious few
Refusing to be numb
Refusing to be blind
Refusing to be a sheep
The tipping point is near.
I’m tired of the screens
being plugged in to the images
while out generation waits
for the writers and movers
I no longer want to be numb
An Ode To The Home
Hard hats sprinkle the patio
Movement of the walls
Give way to a polished gemThe bones are never glamorous
I’ve realized this journey
Unless you love them as they arePlaster deteriorating staircase
Below what is granted access
The guests only see what
we want them to seeThe bones of the house
foreshadowed its greatness
But lackes the glossHard hats won’t sprinkle
The patio every day
Soon theyll only see what
they want to seeBut I prefer the bones
sensations arise from the back of my mind. To be free to be who you chose. To say it simply is to say it wisely, I am happy. Drunk and in bed i wish for the morning
Paisley Playground 