Holmes Style Boredom
Itching for an activity, Yet I groan at it all. As there's no pleasing me, I might as well shoot the wall..
Sono un peccatore dell'anno ottantamila -- un menzonero
Itching for an activity, Yet I groan at it all. As there's no pleasing me, I might as well shoot the wall..
Cold and clear, Drawing near Ice and snow. All I know Is not the rest Of this simple test: Freeze I with sorrow. Will joyful be morrow. Frozen heart, Where to start Looking for glee. Where can it be.
Mighty as an emperor, he barks, Running through his vast kingdom, Attacking all that breathes or parks, But a bit of food makes him your chum..
Upon them the world does turn, For every concept built and learned. And their glory so conceived, That from conviction may be believed, And find the betterment for so yearned..
What's so cherished never deigns to last, Note I, still stagnant in the past, And dare not put finger in mine eye To see you so easily pass me by.
Fall do they now, the weak and infirm, Fall to the ground, a feast fit for worms, Buried by their kin, the kind who squirmed.
Clickety-clack upon the keys, Fingers churning up a breeze. Now pause, review, skip back a line, Ponder, correct, muse. Hop online for an inspiring sign, Flicker back, give the keys some abuse.
A hunger preys, never filled, Derived from needs instilled, Aching so are thoughts eradicated, Bottom broken, hence never saturated..
They call it lead, when it poisons, Etching filth and glory upon the page. Erase next the dark grey sins, Burning holes with parental rage.
Peering through the loose, worn seam Between the sleep-world and reality, Before daylight, after dream: That is where I'll love you, where I'll be. --Adapted from the movie "Hook".
Dreaming all day of my lumpy bed, Especially on days which I dread, Where reluctantly my feet must tread When they'd rather flee far, instead..
Nature finds it ever so amusing To send south weather quite confusing: Winter sees a few broiling days, While summer filches a veces a soggy glaze. The weather news we're always perusing..
Not sure if pathological or not, But lately I've been bumbling, a sot, Very much stumbling when I trot, Making strings into jumbled knots. What more can I say. I should stay home today..
Art in motion. I cannot comprehend, As my lungs ache and muscles rend To the beat, amorphous positions. Who does this of their own volition. Judgmental stares, silent and still.
I pine for you, in some convoluted way; Scores of lines I've felt, but them I never say.
Although loathed and persecuted, Still it calms and mollifies, Carrying one through the convoluted, Acting as proof that one did try..
Another year gone, passed away, And so here I am, upon this day: Older, not wiser, still dreaming, Beads of worry constant gleaming, Though making it work, somehow, With all the nothing I'm endowed.
I've all the time in the world, yet, Still could I perish in a moment. When with the mundane, how I forget To mark those treasures Heaven's sent.
My vision blurs to see the crown broken, Trampled when it had once been raised. The past is dead, so declares this token. Still I cannot move, lost, blurred, dazed.
It's easy to forget the past, When so preoccupied with the next. Yet, to retreat from advancing fast Brings with it a joy not so perplexed.
Attract, repel, give and take, It goes by many names. When persecuted, do not mistake; Karma has yet to play the game..
They say hindsight shines clear as ice, But to watch the event occur, it depends. Some swear they know it in a trice, Yet some never it fully comprehend.
Mother of kings, on silver wings Among the speckled stars she flies, Guarding there the god of the skies, Her husband as of late.
Crushing battles deep inside, Fighting rage with an even face. Despite the persuasions of hate and pride, Suppress, distract, for an easier place. Never hate, but tolerate, Let the anger arrive late.
Skipping back on butterfly wings, Bejeweled in grass stains and sunshine, Cooled by dewdrops on gossamer strings, Off in search of springtime mine..
I see you waiting, expecting, But still my tongue cannot move. The thoughts are not connecting. Now, how could I ever prove, Ever convince you to read my book.
Bitter, caustic ice, The fear of filth perceived; Shudder, I'll pay any price To of this be bereaved..
The meme I scatter through time and space, All to lead myself up to this place, That I may assuage the Doctor's gravest night. But, somehow, this feels so... right.
Rode the wave o'er the crash And swept into the bracing bay.
Fear of pain, so gingerly Totter, frail, falling weak, Falling back to simply When all is stewing bleak..
Look at me: am I worthless. Am I just some joke to you. Do you find me funny. Yet mirthless The laughter burns, chokes into Spiteful words, or none at all.
Unburdened, ignored, free To choose any choice I so wish. Neither judged nor held in ignominy, Secure in my domain, safely selfish. A jail, after all, is only so If one desires elsewhere to go..
Few would bother now to look Deeper than my outer skin To judge me, angel or crook. Only time reveals what lies within..
Mindful, I offer all to others, Letting my resources drain to naught. My need to recharge, away from brothers, Why as a crime is this taught.
How we suffer for the whole, Which yet accomplishes zero. Mind and beast ripped to poles For a collective built by heroes..
Para divertirme, con un lápiz, Dibujaré en papel una nariz. Ella no quiere estar en una cara, Entonces este lápiz no la dibujará..
Investing in this one desire, As though none else were there to choose. Just this, only this; never tire, For there is something now to lose..
Blind to the task at hand, Or loathing its entirety, Enraged the past did not understand, Even agreed to this monstrosity, We curse and spit and spite All that went wrong when there was right..
Unreachable itch Stretched to breaking, always snapping Craving to escape.
World-weary, all is dreary, Amble on, look for something new. And there, yon, a thing I never knew. Dazed, amazed, suddenly crazed; What a wonder, life cast asunder.
A thousand rights remain obscure, Under a chance yet blinding error.
Projects and tests given left and right, Papers uncompleted, late, Too much work, not enough nights: Student mode, activate..
With enough thrust, even pigs will fly, But a bit of iron makes the stars die. Diamonds in hardness all surpass, But too much flame turns them to gas.
Long ago the shrill wind had blown away the sun, and in its victory continued its tireless race across the rain-scarred heavens.
Sing to me the tales of old, O the treasures more than gold. To learn I give my heart's own fire That I may cross the pages' mire..
What is impossible can be achieved. In the sulci of the mind,. While not in reality perceived,. Or ever thought to find,. Yet to aspire for what we should see,. For all the power we're giving,.
While a bit of lead kills nerves dead, Its neighbor aids the suffering: In part it assuages your stomach's rages.
Take an idea and let it bloom, Expand it, no limit, never quite done. Even if from the start it was doomed, In the mind is where it's most fun..
What is it. But a fiery proton, Drifting alone or neutrally through space; Yet it brings life and dawns. Ambrosia of stars, found every place..
Walking along, unconcerned, And in my ear there's a pop, a creak, And my hearing suddenly turns Superhuman; I can hear the walls speak..
Gilded baroque in expression, Although dissonant in places, Withal it melts to peace's profession; In harmony, hostility it disgraces. Harken, let the melody soar, Coulant comme une rivière d'or.
Lazy as a cat, fuzzy as a wig, Dozing like an aqueous log And snorting like a pig -- I'm still not sure he is a dog..
My candlesticks stand on my bookcase, The only place where they can go. They gather dust, just take up space, But I keep them.
Calmly sets the lukewarm sun, Which a message to me sends: Neither have I lost nor won, But, now, my toils come to an end. Pain postponed, for now free, May I view this as a victory?.
Eyes wild, we pray, Staring through darkened windows, Taking all for signs..
I don't know what I'm doing here. Just stare around, face fearful, pale, Bewildered, no cheer, holding back tears, Watching as my efforts falter, fail..
From haunting dusk to biting dawn, Although our bodies falter, rust, It's not by choice we're fighting on, But only 'cause we must..
C'est comme toujours, rien fait, Pero sin tristeza esperaré For the hope of yesterday..
Plug into an outlet, turn off the lights; Actions I've done since I was a little girl. Christmas lights strung, now so bright, Fairly, unveil a midnight world..
Cold water soaks through to my socks As I pick my way with care, Eyes focused not upon the rocks, But on the nacre gems lying there, White to pink, star of heaven late Now hides in sand, peeking...
Tip-of-the-tongue, hands will be wrung In desperation, in agony, As rotten ideas, forgotten foregone, are flung To that stupid tongue, the bane of humanity..
Breath has died; ice now resides Withal. Into shadow, here you dive, Mercy of monsters gnawing at your side: All illusions, but proof we are alive.
Observe, describe with variables to stick Numbers in..hm...makes no sense-- Wait, I got it right. What is this magic. No, 'tis but a higher power: science..
Doubts re-churning I, bumbling, followed, Rather that my pride stayed protected. No choice now, I fearfully swallowed, But it all went better than expected..
Fire runes, burn my skin, Set forth my feelings free; Release what I've kept bottled in, Turn panic to reality..
Vast and blue spans the sky. Across it, no cloud dares to go. Alone, but ask not why; Only little birds seem to know. Their sour songs berate his fate, Remake recluse into someone great.
Q: What superhero is as light as air and stands above the noble. A: He-Man.
Broilin' hot, starved for drink, Dirt's smokin', everything hurts. Just time's frozen, can hardly think, Bein' cooked out here in this desert..
Drowning in it, yet not getting wet, All the holes its teeth reveal. Cold and rain its task abet -- That is, your comfort for to steal..
Fire mistress, on ashes she dances, The maid of sunlight birth. The cold and cruel she entrances, Yet bitterly slays their earth.
Buried under flowering green, Aging below shrouded sun, Lies a garden rarely seen, To which, when sad, I always run. Bury my nose in crisp rose blooms, Let verdance banish the fetid gloom.
Who I am is what I've done; In all my works, I place my soul. And now you say I haven't won -- In my heart now burns a hole. I am immortal now; mere swords but pass Through my gap, the bloody ring.
Genius dies when genius sleeps, And I have dreamt for many years. Now I've fallen far so deep, All I produce are tears..
Seeing my face in a still lake, I lean, curious to learn what more I'll see. The faintest whisper deep ripples makes, Drowns my face for all eternity..
Q: Where do chemists go for a burger. A: The Io-Diner.
Everything goes well, it appears, And then my eyes catch on. I scan for clues, for my way to steer, Then belatedly, uncertainly latch on..
Leaves have fallen, summer now returns. This time, the sunlight condenses And falls as dew, still dispensing burns. Call it Winter; summer just pretenses..
A single thought began so small, Then gorged itself more than it deserved, Consuming joy, comfort and all, Preying upon my tenderest nerve.
Calmly falls the shade of night, But then is when my mind awakes. Devoid of sight, yet eyes are bright; Ere them is a world to make..
Hide away inside my room, Locked in a noontide gloom. Know the world drags me outside, Rather just sit here and ^.
A thousand things to do, No will with which to do them. The time is now, I knew, Still I chose, eschew them..