Oakley's Poems

Here's the list of poems submitted by Oakley — There are currently 447 poems total — keep up the great work!

CLOSED EYES I close my eyes only to watch the fire and not to dream I sleep with my hands over my heart, not knowing if I will get a fresh start in the morning. What is the taste that lingers on my tongue when I hear the voices that I can not explain while... – *by mad hippie poet*	0 Views added 13 hours ago	Rating
DREAMS What are these colorful, vivid dreams that I have been having the last couple of nights? The same dreams have awakened me from a deep slumber inside this reality. The only question I have but can not find the answer to is I am going mad. These... – *by mad hippie poet*	82 Views added 2 days ago	Rating
HOW MANY LOVERS What thoughts are running through my head how many lovers were inside of my bed how many were just dreams, leaving me with no satisfaction and this never-ending erection my teenage confession looking at the cover of 1974 Playboy magazine, I... – *by mad hippie poet*	6 Views added 3 days ago	Rating
MY OWN HEAVEN What makes a crusader a crusader heroes are not born but made why did you choose to make me what parts are you planning to use build a bomb, light the burning fuse leave me alone why make your holy war my fight I want to be able to rest my... – *by mad hippie poet*	2 Views added 3 days ago	Rating
FALLING STAR I walk through the fire to dance the dance of all dances with the burning flame. I do not wear a government name, for I'm not from here and can never be the same as you. Ride the Dragon Tail will tell my own tale, with a monkey riding my broken... – *by mad hippie poet*	1 View added 3 days ago	Rating
WHERE DO YOU FIND YOUR RELIGION There is a thought inside my tired head: if it could speak, it would decide if it was strong or weak. If it could only talk about things that would be said with every blink of an eye, it would start to undress itself and let the confessions begin,... – *by mad hippie poet*	86 Views added 4 days ago	Rating
ASKING FOR DIRECTIONS Hey, Mister, hey Miss, can you tell me how to get to heaven? I need to go back home. The universe says I can no longer be alone, but my question, I oppose to you, is precisely what is heaven? What is hell? The ad I read in the Sunday newspaper does... – *by mad hippie poet*	5 Views added 5 days ago	Rating
OCEAN My head seems to be an ocean of thoughts with the water running still; give me some action, give me some love, let me count the wishes of the stars up... – *by mad hippie poet*	120 Views added 6 days ago	Rating
QUESTIONS Something is everything, and everything is nothing. I sit here in silence, watching my beautiful mind standing still. Voices are calling, throwing their stones, but they do not live in this house alone. They think they have all the answers, but... – *by mad hippie poet*	73 Views added 7 days ago	Rating
bring me home Bring me home, sing me a sweet child lullaby to send a smile to my face, bring me home, for I no longer belong here, bring me home to the place I was born, for I have more lessons to learn and bridges to burn to get me home for if this dream I can... – *by mad hippie poet*	5 Views added 7 days ago	Rating
WINGS The night is bright, so I. break off some wings to fly away. There is too much being said inside everything that I see telling me to travel the open sea born in May i feel like nonmember rain staining the church windows glass. Nothing lasts forever... – *by mad hippie poet*	8 Views added 7 days ago	Rating
HAUNTING DREAMS You come to my dreams to tell me stories of our beloved past. Why is it always at night? Why can not it be during the day when I can hear the sound of your many voices and laughter that reminds me of a lunatic? You hide in the shadows of time,... – *by mad hippie poet*	4 Views added 10 days ago	Rating
THERE IS A LOOK There is a look hidden deep within my eyes that I never understood. It spoke of a legend and not this simple man. I never died where I stood; perfect is not perfect. There is evil inside of the good and a little light inside of the hell, and I... – *by mad hippie poet*	2 Views added 10 days ago	Rating
STRANGER I am getting old, but the story has not yet begun to be told. I hold my glass of whiskey and bite my tongue. My tales of heaven, hell, angels, and gods are slowly becoming undone. I light the candle only to watch the wick burn, realizing I have much... – *by mad hippie poet*	0 Views added 11 days ago	Rating
BEEN I have been standing on this ocean for so many years, never going anywhere and not giving a single care. I have this half-broken body. I got this life of many lives as a token. Still, most importantly, I made my peace, so this story I no longer need... – *by mad hippie poet*	0 Views added 13 days ago	Rating
WISHING I sit all day looking through the night, lighting the evening sky. Everything is coming as I gave up wishing on the stars because they are closer than they appear. Looking back at me, all I can do is stare into the sun, asking myself how long I have... – *by mad hippie poet*	1 View added 15 days ago	Rating
SKIES The gates are closed, and the skies are open, with words half spoken. Why was I sent here again looking for the beginning to the end? They say I'm crazy because I talk about the truth and see the root of their lies and the color of their eyes. ... – *by mad hippie poet*	4 Views added 16 days ago	Rating
LOOKING FOR The stars fill the sky as the wishes constantly ask themselves a question: but why, my dear child? All the things that you're searching for are inside, and the wishes that you may wish need to be thrown to the waste side. The sun does not always... – *by mad hippie poet*	5 Views added 22 days ago	Rating
MANY WILL COME Many will come down with their tattered wings and sing their songs. With my song, we will combine to make a beautiful opera. No longer feeling like strangers, we will fight the good fight, turning on the light to open their eyes and stepping out of... – *by mad hippie poet*	10 Views added 28 days ago	Rating
LITTLE SECRET Memories are falling to pieces, and they do not seem the same anymore; they are closed doors that neither of us can return to. I tried to go to a happy place only if the ashes did not cover the ground and the lonely dove singing its song was the... – *by mad hippie poet*	6 Views added 28 days ago	Rating
SOUL SURFING At exactly midnight, my soul goes surfing, riding the waves of my past lives. For my body is only a buried shell, but my soul has seen both heaven and hell, and they are both make-believe. My heart has seen hatred, but by love, it was relieved. ... – *by mad hippie poet*	73 Views added 1 month ago	Rating
IT SUCKS GETTING OLD Here I sit, almost 50, waiting for prune juice and a rocking chair. I do not want my family putting me in a damn nursing home with others like me with fading tattoos playing a game of guessing what it was and pulling each other fingers to see if we... – *by mad hippie poet*	12 Views added 1 month ago	Rating
IF If you stand in one place for too long, you may drown. If you walk too long, are you walking to get somewhere? Are you truly listening to every sound that runs against sound? Do you hear the birds cry and the angels sing when you are born? You have... – *by mad hippie poet*	65 Views added 1 month ago	Rating
SEARCHING You look but do not find your search, yet you are blind, for you do not know what you're looking for. You touch but do not feel. What is fake? What is real Standing in the doorway, how things look so vividly different than your dream, how the... – *by mad hippie poet*	8 Views added 1 month ago	Rating
KNOWING I saw everything, yet I saw nothing, wanting anything that was not meant for me. I opened and closed my eyes a million times, knowing and not knowing what it would be that I would see. Hearing the words, are you afraid of the dark or the light? Do... – *by mad hippie poet*	6 Views added 1 month ago	Rating
SILIENCE IS NOT EMPTY The cup is neither empty nor full, yet I feel something pull. I remember everything, yet I do not remember anything as I saw the flashing rainbow colors of light filling the sky and heard the cries of the angels singing their song. How long was I... – *by mad hippie poet*	4 Views added 2 months ago	Rating
SHOPPING SPREE Every tuesday and Thursday, they come in like clockwork with their walkers and wheelchairs, hair coming out of their ears. And liver spots on their hands, you can play on them to connect the dots. They come in for their fix-a-dent and prune juice... – *by mad hippie poet*	4 Views added 2 months ago	Rating
FREE I freed my mind from the ties that bind my eyes, which are starting to open slowly. No longer am I blind, no longer do I need to hold my breath asking in my silence, is this life because I have known death? What do I know? Being anything comes... – *by mad hippie poet*	4 Views added 2 months ago	Rating
WHAT DO I FEEL What is this? I am thankfully thoughtless; I paid my dues without knowing the cost would come through someday. I was not born yesterday, but over the night, I was born today; some might think it strange, but don't you say who I am when I'm not... – *by mad hippie poet*	1 View added 3 months ago	Rating
hidden How can you live inside of anger when hidden is love in a different message? You can say I'm living in sin with the devil's grin upon my face. I have been scratching and clawing to get out of this place, but maybe here's where I need to be to, at... – *by mad hippie poet*	7 Views added 3 months ago	Rating
FORGIVE YOURSELF Forgive me, holy powers, for I know and do not know. If and when I sinned, my prayers were sent but never answered. I guess they got lost in the winter wind. I forgive and forget, but I still greatly regret needing to speak to one of you. I am... – *by mad hippie poet*	4 Views added 3 months ago	Rating
STAND Here I stand like I have many times before, with doors closing while others open. My eyes and feet are tired, but somehow, I realize that people are not the only ones who are strange and need to be rearranged. I stand here counting the stars,... – *by mad hippie poet*	4 Views added 3 months ago	Rating
NOT YOUR TYPE You have seen me fall and rise again without any complaints; some say he is sure as hell no Jesus and will never be any goddamn saint. Some of you shake my hand without looking at the color of my eyes. Some say I'm not your type of man. Maybe it's... – *by mad hippie poet*	2 Views added 4 months ago	Rating
YEARS I sat in the same place for years, waiting for the train carrying all the gold to come in; they told me that I would never win and that you are not like them, so I was living a life that was only yours in sin they keep shutting the doors in my face.... – *by mad hippie poet*	6 Views added 4 months ago	Rating
EATTING Your eyes are open, but they are no longer reasonable to see the dead walking is me. My time has come. I'm eating my pork and beans. It feels like I have been chewing on cages and concrete all my life. I'm not stepping down; I'm stepping up as I... – *by mad hippie poet*	3 Views added 4 months ago	Rating
ONE WORD It is just one single damn word but yet the letters that spell the word have so much fucking power over me., not because of the meaning but because of the action blinding me so severely with anger and rage that I can no longer see maybe it was... – *by mad hippie poet*	8 Views added 4 months ago	Rating
LOW Head hung down low, fist hung up high, fighting to survive since the day I was born. I guess I live and learn with the bridges I burn and see the dreams through the smoke I leave behind. They can make my body, but they can not take my mind or what... – *by mad hippie poet*	5 Views added 5 months ago	Rating
CONTINUING My head is spinning with every word I want to say, continuing to go down my life highway, sometimes getting lost along the way. The people I met along this road added something to my life. Some I will remember, some will hit hard sometimes, but I... – *by mad hippie poet*	77 Views added 5 months ago	Rating
WHAT DOES IT MEAN If the eyes are open but do not yet see if the belly is full yet the heart is empty, what does it mean if you speak words without listening? What does it mean if you live but do not know how to dream? What does that mean if you fall but do not know... – *by mad hippie poet*	5 Views added 5 months ago	Rating
TIRED I am so sick and tired of fighting; it seems it is all I have been doing over the years since I have born guess I live and learn and watch the lessons burn, but this time I heard all the words, and I'm so fucking tired, and all I want to do is lay... – *by mas hippie poet*	16 Views added 5 months ago	Rating
LIFE WHERE DOES THE DAY GO? I sit here day after day, night after, with more questions than answers about life and wondering if you should have ever stopped believing and reading the good book, so I found an open copy up on the shelf just where I left it full of dust and sand... – *by mad hippie poet*	3 Views added 5 months ago	Rating
UNFOLD Is anyone listening to me when I speak to them of the things that I saw and that now I see I was set free at the gates of hell of heaven and of hell because I refused to back down? They both told me to turn around, saying Son, you are both of the... – *by mad hippie poet*	2 Views added 5 months ago	Rating
PRIDE I sit here with my thoughts taking them outside of my head to examine them some more, so they hurry to lock the doors for these are the places that they know that I care to explore, for the monsters outside are the ones that I trust the most my... – *by mad hippie poet*	10 Views added 5 months ago	Rating
WALKING DEAD They say, Son, keep running what you are going against; no one has ever won. I closed my eyes and told them to bite their foolish tongue and follow me, and I would show them how it is done. I get up every morning knowing that there will be blood,... – *by mad hippie poet*	2 Views added 5 months ago	Rating
MY DESIRE Looking and searching for that one damn thing that sets my soul on fire and feeds both my stomach and my mouth, I have been a thief and liar, never knowing life, only the desire, and that had me hungry wanting more of what they said I should be... – *by mad hippie poet*	7 Views added 5 months ago	Rating
LOST AT SEA What are my eyes trying to say that mouth can not when my prayers have gone unanswered all my lives and I have been a slave to the thoughts that I promised myself that would not have me looking back? There's a taste on my tongue that I can not... – *by mad hippie poet*	15 Views added 5 months ago	Rating
ROCKSTAR TEACHER Before School of Rock was ever a b movie, I knew a true rockstar teacher who came into the classroom with an actual lesson plan and not looking to start up some kid's rock n roll band. Now I see him up on his little bar stage. Living the dream that... – *by mad hippie poet*	6 Views added 6 months ago	Rating
SPINNING My world is spinning again like a boardwalk merry-go-round; there is no single person to make a sound, but who in the hell is it looking inside and outside the store windows looking to buy my soul? There is a reflection in the mirror, which is not... – *by mad hippie poet*	8 Views added 6 months ago	Rating
I AM BOTH A SAINT AND SINNER BECAUSE MOMMY TOLD ME SO Every time that I raised my sword for battle, we thought we had each other; we were needed to be, and one would sure bleed while going down the roads from saint to sinner and sinner to saint, the winner and loser later sharing a bottle of wine... – *by mad hippie poet*	15 Views added 6 months ago	Rating
THE GRIM REAPER DOESN'T HAVE SENSE OF HUMOR I guess it was the wrong type of touch of the of hand for Mr. Reaper Man because I didn't see any darkness but only shades of excellent light. Hey dude, is Grim your first or last name, Reaper? Why do you and I continue to fight day after night if... – *by mad hippie poet*	10 Views added 6 months ago	Rating
GAME OVER Does time continue to move even when it is me standing still, and it is an illusion, or is it myself that is an illusion is losing who inside of a timekeeper log that does not exist only inside the other mind and the image is getting clearer inside... – *by mad hippie poet*	6 Views added 6 months ago	Rating
THE GRIM REAPER AND I HAVING A TEA PARTY Today marks the third anniversary since the grim fucking Reaper came with a sickle and book of names knocking on my door not once but two damn times, I tell you, good people, so today, to mark the day, I sent the poor chap an invite to for a tea... – *by mad hippie poet*	11 Views added 6 months ago	Rating
BLACK HOLE What are all these things that I do I I reach for the stars and the bottle and the pen, and I find myself thinking of you and all of the moments that passed and all the moments that should have lasted, and I'm falling down that damn black hole again... – *by mad hippie poet*	5 Views added 6 months ago	Rating
NONSENSE I feel as if I am sleeping, walking within these dreams of mine. The mirrors on the revolving doors that are dirty with other people's fingerprints keep the time. All I want to do is wake up, have my cup of morning tea, take my shit, and pee, put on... – *by mad hippie poet*	8 Views added 6 months ago	Rating
WISEP EOPLE They are coming to me like I was born, just like the day I died, and they were lying next to me with all my family by my side. What are these fucking dreams trying to tell me what to do? They want me to see with this heart the whole of their... – *by mad hippie poet*	12 Views added 6 months ago	Rating
POCKET FULL OF STARS You got a pocket full of stars in your eyes, and I got a notebook and pen in my hand. Call me old school, but I am still just this simple small-town kind of man, so let me write you this poem like I used to do when it was just me and you. Your... – *by mad hippie poet*	7 Views added 6 months ago	Rating
OLD OAK TREE I hear the wind blowing, I see a letter blowing in the air, and I hear the words carried inside the words that of the pages of that I thought I tore apart. It is not even sunrise; I'm now back where I started without sleep. I find it humorous the... – *by mad hippie poet*	12 Views added 6 months ago	Rating
THE NEXT 15 Rounds Take my body, take my sight. But you will never take away what was ever put in my heart and mind from the start of time. I'm ready to go 50 yards without showing my cards and calling the bluff of your shit. I had enough. This is going to be a... – *by mad hippie poet*	8 Views added 6 months ago	Rating
SNAKE-OIL MAN Why was I picked for this war after fighting many other battles and now my own? I want the gods and the heavens to call me back home with the answers that only the sky dancers hold. What is this story of mine waiting to be told? What are my shades... – *by mad hippie poet*	29 Views added 6 months ago	Rating
peace of my mind I want to reach out to the stars I once thought were street lights as a child. I want to go into the woods, strip naked like the day I was born, and run wild and free, not a single a care, just my thoughts and a pen and paper to write my god-awful... – *by mad hippie poet*	8 Views added 6 months ago	Rating
COMIC BOOK It was the middle of the night; nothing of the day made any sense again. I'm not sleeping, and dreams were a lost romance. Tonight, I wish I could be riding tall, but like today, it played out like a comic book: the villain chasing the hero, and... – *by mad hippie poet*	9 Views added 6 months ago	Rating
BASEMENT Where are these shadows and voices taking me inside the night's rain? It always seems to be the inside of the night's dreams of rain. Let me pour another double, and you can tell me of your trouble on the other side and how it can teach us all a... – *by mad hippie poet*	6 Views added 6 months ago	Rating
IT IS ONLY RAIN Why does it always seem to rain when I want to go out to play or go to a church of religion on Sunday that I do not belong to, even if I walk in the holy water? What put my soul on fire? But they got wine that oh-so-sweet cheap corner store... – *by mad hippie poet*	9 Views added 6 months ago	Rating
my walk I want to walk into the fires of hell and shake all its gates because I am just that type of saint. I want to walk right up to the coldness of heaven and write my name in Saint Peter's book because I'm that type of sinner, and it seems Sundays... – *by mad hippie poet*	9 Views added 6 months ago	Rating
ROAM I am writing this letter, but who am I writing it to? Is it me, or is it you? Ever since I went missing in the darkness of the woods, it is getting harder to understand what we would, could, and should do. Hey god, we have not spoken in years, but... – *by mad hippie poet*	15 Views added 6 months ago	Rating
WHO IS JUDGING WHO I came to this planet you now call Earth the day my mama gave me my death and rebirth with all the tools I would need to find my way, no matter what the good book had to say. I came to my soul not to sell it to this thing they call the New World... – *by mad hippie poet*	5 Views added 7 months ago	Rating
HOW TO BLOW A BORING INTERVIEW I went on a job interview today. The first thing they asked me was what my number one goal was. I replied survive. They wondered who was Ihunting. Are you? Are you an animal or a man? Once again, I replied with a grin I am both. I came to win beat... – *by mad hippie poet*	11 Views added 7 months ago	Rating
MAN OF STEEL I heard it all before and have been through even more brutal storms, but some, I found myself through the cold to somewhere. Warm, so all I can say is give me your best shot even if it hurts the most because I am my own man willing to, in his blood,... – *by mad hippie poet*	7 Views added 7 months ago	Rating
THE FLY BY Let us remove all our masks, for it is not Halloween every day; this is not a strip show, but let us get naked. This is not a porno movie, but let us get real and raw and show each other what during the day we thought they saw. I was hoping you... – *by mad hippie poet*	11 Views added 7 months ago	Rating
GOOD NIGHT AND SWEET DREAMS When I was young, I was never on the same page. I wanted to know how things worked and understand why, and that made me hate and made my poor mama cry, bless her heart. I am like that bear that you do not dare poke. I may be quiet, but you never... – *by mad hippie poet*	3 Views added 7 months ago	Rating
take care of yourself Everything is calling me back to where I no longer belong, and the bottle wants me to fall in love with her again, and this mystery of being known as myself wants to be once again best friends. What road do I need to travel when everyone seems to... – *by mad hippie poet*	23 Views added 7 months ago	Rating
TIME TO TELL A TALE Why do the higher powers always give the most brutal battles to their strongest soldiers? What more must I sacrifice to continue my journey on their holy path before I lose my shit altogether. Again, I remember I can handle any stormy weather so... – *by mad hippie poet*	9 Views added 7 months ago	Rating
storms and the dark The rain is coming down heavily, like the thoughts and the feelings that occupy my heart and mind. It's the middle of the afternoon, but I'm shaking in your arms like a child, but lately, I have been feeling like a man of fire. The thunder is... – *by mad hippie poet*	4 Views added 7 months ago	Rating
THE OTHER SIDE OF LIFE AND A LITTLE SLICE OF MINE Bring me to the other side of my mind, where things are no longer black and white. Hey god, you devil, you bastard, I am speaking to all of you again. I am neither of your friends, so your promises of heaven and hell to me try not to sell my soul is... – *by mad hippie poet*	7 Views added 7 months ago	Rating
family life I no longer know what I'm searching for; it is 5:10 a.m. I went outside, looked up into the great sky, and saw a star, maybe a planet, and it felt like I had found a place where I belonged and had had contact with myself alone. I called out. I want... – *by mad hippie poet*	10 Views added 7 months ago	Rating
heavensent I want to feel you again like I did back then when there was no trouble inside my mind and my soul night was not roaming around on the holy ground of hell. Does this love make me a saint or a sinner as I try to keep the petals of the roses from... – *by mad hippie poet*	2 Views added 7 months ago	Rating
follow There is a book in my hand with empty pages and thoughts and life hiding in my mind and my eyes. The rain is coming down, but with the drops, rays of sunshine will soon follow. What is the magic that hides inside the mirror? What is the sound of... – *by mad hippie poet*	4 Views added 7 months ago	Rating
BECOMING WHO I AM AGAIN This is who I have not been over the years., These words I write are my soul becoming one with this body that they had me borrow as I trace the outline of my mind that I call home before I close my eyes to a new end, a different start, a new feeling... – *by mad hippie poet*	2 Views added 7 months ago	Rating
poetic love I want to keep my eyes shut if this is not my new chance at a happier reality, and the thought of you is not a lucky hand that I had, being I was the one calling every lover bluff but just one of my more lucid dreams. I want to love you more and... – *by mad hippie poet*	4 Views added 7 months ago	Rating
standing here Once again, I walk into this room alone like the day I was born, blindfolded naked, scared, and unaware of what I will find lurking behind closed doors. Can it be ghosts whores, or the religion hanging on the cross that I lost years ago when I... – *by mad hippie poet*	1 View added 7 months ago	Rating
GROWING OLD As years have passed slowly and now quickly as they usually do, I have noticed the changes that this life of mine has taken on me, like on my heart for the love that I lost and found and the passing of family and friends. Time keeps moving even... – *by mad hippie poet*	6 Views added 7 months ago	Rating
THERE IS NO CURSING IN POETRY There is no cursing in poetry. People have encouraged me to write my words to find strength within myself.to follow my damn path. Am I angry, hated, or loved? I am no angel, yet I come from the skies up above. Say what you want to write your... – *by mad hippie poet*	5 Views added 7 months ago	Rating
ARE YOU AN ARTIST This bottle is becoming my best friend again. This is where it starts and ends as I close my eyes and lose my mind. People through the years have always asked me the same annoying question: What type of artist are you? As they go down a long list... – *by mad hippie poet*	7 Views added 7 months ago	Rating
LOST ART AND POETRY I lost my sight so slowly when I stepped into the room covered in art; it reminded me of the times that still haunted my heart. I was there to read my poetry with my new love and not recall memories of you above. I just wanted to lay down and cry... – *by mad hippie poet*	10 Views added 7 months ago	Rating
HELPING THE others TO FLY There is no heaven, and there is no hell in this world. We fell answering an unknown call wanting more and taking less. Why is your guess as good as mine? All I know is someone sent me here to have my style and say, awhile, why does it seem now more... – *by mad hippie poet*	9 Views added 7 months ago	Rating
PRIZE FIGHT I met the devil many times before death walked through my door. He was inside both my head and my bed. He claimed that he knew my name and that god told him stories about my moments of glory and how you did not scare a person who has no fear that I... – *by mad hippie poet*	5 Views added 7 months ago	Rating
DEATH DAY Why am I still looking back to when I was just a body when I know this time-traveling soul? I open my hands, and I follow that voice that's whispering that dying was just not in your cards that day it is our choice. We have the final say. I keep... – *by mad hippie poet*	11 Views added 7 months ago	Rating
NOT MY TIME Tomorrow, I'm returning home to where I belong with this paper in my hand and the words to this song. Today, I will sleep one last time in my bed, hanging onto everything and anything that was ever said. Yesterday, I was swimming in the dry river... – *by mad hippie poet*	9 Views added 7 months ago	Rating
LIVING IN SIN I sit back and I look at all my struggles. Well, now I walk away with my middle finger-ups while saying I've had enough of your so-called society. Now I welcome you to the shit I call my actuality. I have nothing left to prove as I sway and move... – *by mad hippie poet*	13 Views added 7 months ago	Rating
ONCE AGAIN Once again, I am stripping myself down to set my soul free. Once again, the end is over, and I'm looking for a new start, not knowing who will be the stranger renting out a body and heart because no matter how sick I get, I will always have my mind.... – *by mad hippie poet*	3 Views added 7 months ago	Rating
RESCUED Please, will you Give me something to believe in, not this original sin? I was hoping you could give me something more potent than this drink in my hand. Hell, I'm no stranger in the crowd. They have seen my face before, so why can't they see every... – *by mad hippie poet*	32 Views added 7 months ago	Rating
ALL If you sit too long, it might be all together, but why wait? After all, there are signs at every street corner. You need to know how to read them right. The more that I travel through my dreams during the day and the night, the more I see the light,... – *by mad hippie poet*	6 Views added 7 months ago	Rating
LISTEN They say I talk too much about things they are afraid to think or speak of. There is too much hate in their heart where once there was love, and the skies above are now burning with the anger that the gods are feeling as their story starts to reveal... – *by mad hippie poet*	4 Views added 7 months ago	Rating
PASTLIVES I question everything and everyone more now than I did before the truths and the realities of all the lives I have lived with some regret that there were those whom I should have forgiven, for they were only trying to show me the way on a different... – *by mad hippie poet*	8 Views added 7 months ago	Rating
KIND OF I am so cold I have nothing left to hold except this connection to the dead, for I have walked among them many times before, and my name is now etched on their hallway doors. I was told never to speak of the truth you saw while you had your brief... – *by mad hippie poet*	9 Views added 7 months ago	Rating
THIS NOT A TEST I want the truth inside of my goddamn hand, but if it were gifted to me, I would not be becoming this myth, this man who decided to take the weight on his shoulders all alone. I have been told many times what has happened to me, and I'm some miracle... – *by mad hippie poet*	11 Views added 7 months ago	Rating
BIRTHPACE Here, I stand on my birth ground. My silence is the only sound as my breath lingers in the air I am alone once again inside a womb that is not my mother. I'm sitting inside this old Nickelodeon, watching my life story on rewind. What is this... – *by mad hippie poet*	6 Views added 7 months ago	Rating
LESS What is inside of this mind that has held my thoughts throughout all the times that I have been sent back to earth with many rebirths, the love, the hate, the sadness, the happiness? Out of all these feelings, I do not recall what emotion hurt the... – *by mad hippie poet*	7 Views added 7 months ago	Rating
DOWN AND ABOVE I want to close my eyes, uncover my truth, and separate it all from their shit-covered lies. The anger is building up like it never did before, but it is only an emotion, and like the storm, it will pass as long as the shaking does not last. ... – *by mad hippie poet*	11 Views added 7 months ago	Rating
6:30am I do not want to look ahead or behind me; I want to look at the moment. I want to feed the hunger of now. My words and the words from last night's dream are speaking to me, and the storm, with its bolts of lightning and sound of thunder, is putting... – *by mad hippie poet*	12 Views added 7 months ago	Rating
KNOW OUR NAME I woke up thinking that I heard them speaking, but this is something that I never said. We talk about every damn thing, but this we want to be correct, but the moment we speak of mental illness, those who live through it are treated like leopards. ... – *by mad hippie poet*	5 Views added 7 months ago	Rating
LAND There are things that I want to talk about, the things that are still. Haunting me, the things that I hide inside and will not let my mind that holds these thoughts be free. I'm climbing deeper down the rabbit hole. I want to explore all of those... – *by mad hippie poet*	9 Views added 7 months ago	Rating
THE BOOK ON THE BOOKSHELF On another page, in another chapter, what twists and turns will happen to allow many unknown plots? I'm standing underneath the stars waiting for the moon to come out to play and tell me about the moment I was born and how much more I need to learn.... – *by mad hippie poet*	7 Views added 8 months ago	Rating
DANCING OUT LOUD I want to climb this ladder-like Jack climbing the beanstalk and see through the clouds to kiss the sun and make love to the moon at night. And catch all the shooting stars in the sky and fuck every wish goodbye. I'm hearing and seeing everything so... – *by mad hippie poet*	4 Views added 8 months ago	Rating
FAR They said it could not be done, especially by someone like me, that I was not the one. My eyes are tired, and my dreams were once many, but I find it a little bit funny that one by one, they became some reality for me to see I'm no longer a part... – *by mad hippie poet*	3 Views added 8 months ago	Rating
NOTHING IS FOREVER I no longer know where I lay my head when I go to bed. My feet are tired, and I've been up and down this highway that I call the thoughts of my mind just trying to breathe the air that was meant to be my last breath, but now my eyes are wide open,... – *by mad hippie poet*	5 Views added 8 months ago	Rating
CONDUCTOR Last night brought back every single moment of my life, and my dreams turned to nightmares back into my reality. My mind continues to open wide, seeing things from the inside and out, shutting my eyes. Open the hell up, and look at what you see.... – *by mad hippie poet*	2 Views added 8 months ago	Rating
SIP THE TRIP Take another sip, take another trip. I'm moving slowly in my eyes, but my surprise is I'm moving quickly inside my mind, and the voices of my dreams are standing still, waiting for me to catch up. I hope someday that I will I refuse to die in... – *by mad hippie poet*	13 Views added 8 months ago	Rating
SHAKE MY MIND I want to take these words of mine and write them in the bright blue sky while asking and answering why. My eyes are tired more now that I sleep when I'm awake. My bones are cold I'm starting to shake, so I turn off my mind just in time to watch the... – *by mad hippie poet*	6 Views added 8 months ago	Rating
SET YOU FREE Sitting inside this window as if I was some exhibit on display every day is in reverse. What is building up inside of me? What is this curse? What are these screams that set my soul on fire? What is spilling through my veins like the desert's rain?... – *by mad hippie poet*	7 Views added 8 months ago	Rating
WHO ARE WE TOUCHING IN OUR LIVES Who will I touch in my lifetime, and who will feel me? Our bodies and hearts are sometimes foolish, and who will handle our souls and climb deep within our minds because they are our kind? The truth is straightforward until the moment arrives when... – *by mad hippie poet*	4 Views added 8 months ago	Rating
I NEED SOME REST The voices keep getting louder the farther I go. If I put out the flames, the higher they seem to grow. I am trapped inside this ring with no escape. I was put here to question myself and my new thoughts of spirituality and my new reality where time... – *by mad hippie poet*	11 Views added 8 months ago	Rating
WHO IS SPEAKING IN TONGUE They do not care to speak about it at all. They smash the mirror with the phone whenever it decides to call when it chooses that today is the today that we can no longer run away. I cried, laughed, and walked every lonely path to find the man that I... – *by mad hippie poet*	4 Views added 8 months ago	Rating
REACH I sit here with nothing but my words that may or may not be heard. I sit here thanking the gods above who made me make it through another day to chase my dreams of tomorrow which will soon be my reality. What the hell is up with this adventure? Who... – *by mad hippie poet*	1 View added 8 months ago	Rating
THE cage Can we play pretend just a bit longer? Maybe you can hold me for a little bit longer until I'm feeling a bit stronger, at least, or until I no longer feel like this fucking beast that roams through the valleys of my mind occupying all of my time,... – *by mad hippie poet*	4 Views added 8 months ago	Rating
UTOPIA THE SUITE Sometimes in our years of living, a single man takes the weight of his time and era on his shoulders all alone. Standing tall and answering the bells call. Strangers approach me and shake my hand and mind as they introduce me to their life stories,... – *by mad hippie poet*	4 Views added 8 months ago	Rating
CONNECTION TO THE OTHER SIDE The same theme, a different night's dream, is walking me through the days of fields of another kind of reality, noticing my mind is becoming open, allowing me to be at last free from the past and the future. As I sit back like I never did before,... – *by mad hippie poet*	10 Views added 8 months ago	Rating
PICK UP THE PHONE The phone constantly rings off the wall, but it is not normal. So many times, I tried to disconnect the line, but it was heaven calling, and it was saying 911 on the other side. I thought I had lost my mind when the only people that wanted to speak... – *by mad hippie poet*	1 View added 8 months ago	Rating
TALKING WITH THE DEAD These dreams are memories of many births, lives, and deaths that I had to forgive. So many people and things are speaking to me now, and I do not know how. At first, I thought I was losing my mind until I looked at the time and remembered this is... – *by mad hippie poet*	14 Views added 8 months ago	Rating
THE DOOR I need to sit patiently with this wave, knowing that it will go high and low. So many thoughts flow, yet I sit silently, bathing in the sun's glow. I know I need to pray, but I have not reached Buddhahood. I still find myself misunderstood. Trying... – *by mad hippie poet*	4 Views added 8 months ago	Rating
LOVE LETTER FROM THE UNIVERESE My eyes were blind, but I returned like a hungry wolf leading the pack. And with the pride of a lion, I am like a phoenix continuously rising from the ashes. I need to silence my mind and wait my time. Please do not allow them to control me by my... – *by mad hippie poet*	27 Views added 8 months ago	Rating
STORM I have been and always will be this unsettled storm, quiet then loud, having lightning when need I need it to fill the skies and thunder be the only sound for miles you can hear. I have the pride of a lion because I am one of them, and my heart is... – *by mad hippie poet*	4 Views added 8 months ago	Rating
THE ROAD TO MY REDEMPTION At this time of serious reflection, I continue to look for that road less traveled to the final destination and redemption. I have been a slave to this life for way too long. My feet are now clean because I, at last, know where I belong, and that's... – *by mad hippie poet*	14 Views added 8 months ago	Rating
JIGSAW MOUNTAINTOP Are we of this earth? Are we all just stardust lately? I'm feeling electric with these currents running through my body, yet I'm cold and wet, but I'm on fire, and I'm starting to handle all of the life desire taking over me because I live, love,... – *by mad hippie poet*	3 Views added 8 months ago	Rating
CRICKETS It is an early August night it is light so there is no one in sight, no sound but the damn crickets they keep speaking to me, whispering in my ear the heat of summer never really makes them thirsty, yet they are hungry for food that can not fill... – *by mad hippie poet*	3 Views added 8 months ago	Rating
I KEEP MY HEAD DOWN I keep my head down as I continue to each day find myself a little deeper and a little further along my way. This is my path to my final journey, whether right or wrong. Who is to say what I am worth when I know my value? I keep my head down, not... – *by mad hippie poet*	10 Views added 8 months ago	Rating
LEADING WHEN I FOLLOWED I feel that life and death should hand out trophies for bravery and showing up, especially when they kick our asses differently. I have been fighting all this time since I came back to Earth. I've seen many births, but none have opened my eye like... – *by mad hippie poet*	11 Views added 8 months ago	Rating
SOUL FOOD I spill my soul into this bottle, having it become the ink that stains the lines of this paper that are my escape from my demons the thoughts that bare all of me are some redemption that I thought I could never know nor have. I sit here by the... – *by mad hippie poet*	17 Views added 8 months ago	Rating
I WANT TO KNOW THE STORMS I want to crawl inside my mind to see, like a time bomb, what magic makes me tick. I want to get naked, and I mean real raw. Bloody and bruised, unreligiously dirty that I tried to pray and fuck harderTo further examine what I saw that made me this... – *by mad hippie poet*	22 Views added 8 months ago	Rating
CONVERSATION These conversations are getting louder with every outspoken voice inside my head. Tell me what I want to hear because I am going deaf with these thoughts racing through my mind as if it was the Indy 500 Who am I having these conversations with... – *by mad hippie poet*	22 Views added 8 months ago	Rating
WHY DOES IT MATTER? Why does it matter what others think of you as long as you don't feel the same about yourself as they do? Why does it matter what judgment they may pass? Why does it matter all of the things that they have seen that you only dream of? Why does it... – *by mad hippie poet*	7 Views added 8 months ago	Rating
THE JOURNEY OF SELF AWARENESS Legend or God myth or a true story, what do my eyes see when I start staring at the reflection hidden inside of the mirror and see only myself, the person that I was sent down to be Give me my sword, for I have a battle to win inside heaven and... – *by mad hippie poet*	6 Views added 8 months ago	Rating
THAT'S LIFE Dream inside of a dream looking searching for something, someone, anything, anyone to bring back to reality, or is this half nightmare half dream my world of a fact or fiction, some old and new reality that I have created for myself with a bit of... – *by mad hippie poet*	1,032 Views added 8 months ago	Rating
5 SENSES Why today, in the heat of the early August sun, am I thinking of my grandmother sitting on the porch in her rocking chair as I smell the scent of cherry tobacco from my grandfather's wooden pipe? Why after all these damn years of living life in the... – *by mad hippie poet*	3 Views added 8 months ago	Rating
MY CONVERSATION WITH THE ALMIGHTY If we do not pray, how will god answer our prayers when we no longer keep the company of fear, anger, or hate? What do you believe in if it is only love that is left? Not everything nor everyone was sent to break your heart. I say let those damn... – *by mad hippie poet*	6 Views added 8 months ago	Rating
OUR OWN LIVES STORIES Sometimes in our years of living, a single man takes the weight of his time and era on his shoulders all alone, standing tall and answering the bell call. Strangers come up to me and shake my mind as they introduce me to their life stories having me... – *by mad hippie poet*	6 Views added 8 months ago	Rating
HOLD ON LIFES CALLING ME Did you come to fight to lose or fight to win? We all are living our sins with our backs running against the wind. The summer night's skin looks like it is on fire, or maybe I am sunburned from sitting outside too long. Let me ride with you on this... – *by mad hippie poet*	4 Views added 8 months ago	Rating
DID I HIT A NERVE HERES A BOX OF TISSUES What words are meant to be said without not saying enough and without speaking too much it is human to feel and to touch? I write because that is all I know how to do. These words are meant for me. They are my feelings. That I pour down onto this... – *by mad hippie poet*	3 Views added 8 months ago	Rating
NOT A NORMAL SWING I sit here in this summer heat inside of my mind, in the cold of winter. Time and space, which one is the true illusion? Can we ever clear up the confusion? They want to silence the reality that I created with medication. I keep telling them through... – *by mad hippie poet*	22 Views added 8 months ago	Rating
WALKING I know I'm walking and need to keep walking, but hell is no longer hot, and my goddamn feet are getting tired. I need to have my thoughts stand still and sit in a chair where my mind no longer races because it no longer... – *by mad hippie poet*	5 Views added 8 months ago	Rating
BURRIED TREASURE My head is foggy sailing in these thoughts that remind me of the rough seas. I am no captain, but I am staring at the ship of my reality, trying to save myself like a fish out of water from drowning. The stars in the night's skies guide me as the... – *by mad hippie poet*	10 Views added 8 months ago	Rating
SHH IT IS TIME TO TALK SHHH, we can not whisper those words they say like it's some family secret, yet it is my curse. SHH, You do not want people to hear you have gone mad again. Shh, you can not tell anyone. It will surely be your end. Why can we not talk about... – *by mad hippie poet*	12 Views added 8 months ago	Rating
GROUP THERPY I sit in this room, listening to their stories. Hell, it seems like some pity party without the cake. Whose sob story will bring tears to our eyes. First, it's the middle of a heat wave, and this white padded room has no air conditioning, and I'm... – *by mad hippie poet*	2 Views added 8 months ago	Rating
SUFFERING They slam the door behind me, not realizing the sound of the lock does not phase me, so now my time goes tick tock tick tock. This is not a prison. This is where you go to express all those feelings that make you crazy in others' minds. Once again,... – *by mad hippie poet*	8 Views added 8 months ago	Rating
STRANGE LESSON I awake again with these thoughts that are so vivid, even on a black-and-white 1920s movie screen and in the silent picture. Thank the heavens that I can adlib the lines being the show is my life story being told but not yet in paperback to be sold.... – *by mad hippie poet*	10 Views added 8 months ago	Rating
PTSD What in a million worlds is this fire that continues to burn while I thought the flame ignited a thousand years ago? The walls come up, and the walls go down without my heart hearing a single sound or seeing one sign that may say the right or wrong... – *by mad hippie poet*	5 Views added 8 months ago	Rating
HOW MANY TIMES I died so many times in the hearts, eyes, and minds of many lovers, but the death that I felt the most was when I became my ghost. I can not believe that I am having these dreams once again. They call me back to see things I forgot about, like... – *by mad hippie poet*	1 View added 8 months ago	Rating
NOT YET DONE These tears are running down my face like the high tide at noon down by the playground by the sea. All I hear are the dishes in the dishwasher clinking as they spin their final cycle. The dog is barking at the moon, or maybe it is me howling and... – *by mad hippie poet*	6 Views added 8 months ago	Rating
UTOPIA How low can you go? How deep are you willing to swim and search for all that you need to know? What are we waiting for, or the better question is, who? I have a handful of gold in my hand, and I am counting the other fish inside this florescent bowl... – *by mad hippie poet*	6 Views added 8 months ago	Rating
BOTTLE OF PILLS Tears come from the bottle like some liquid rain, trying to erase everything but erasing nothing, for anything can not change if you continue to have it remain the exact opposite but the same. Yes, I am in a brief moment of my childhood adolescent... – *by mad hippie poet*	5 Views added 9 months ago	Rating
FEEDING MY DOG It is another sleepless night. I have been waking up at the same damn time for the last few days, 333 a.m... I know they are angel numbers, but what do they mean in the world? I can not go back to sleep because my alarm clock will go off soon. Yes,... – *by mad hippie poet*	7 Views added 9 months ago	Rating
MY MIND I needed to lose my goddamn mind to find my soul that occupies this breaking-down body of mine. The food I hunger for is not a Snickers bar inside the gas station. I do not seek that sort of fuel, and I have been a thief and a fool for too long a... – *by mad hippie poet*	4 Views added 9 months ago	Rating
WHERE DO I SLEEP What is my life story? I have been trying to speak my truth for years. It only fell on deaf ears now, knowing the lies rang true. What life should I live if it is not a life of my own where do I belong if it is not amongst the angels that sleep... – *by mad hippie poet*	1 View added 9 months ago	Rating
THE CROSSES OF CHURCHES To be controlled by anger, fear, or hate is a reflection not of who you were born to be but of how you were raised. The words that you hear are those words that you will repeat. You have no strength nor weakness if neither one will admit defeat. ... – *by mad hippie poet*	11 Views added 9 months ago	Rating
CROSSING OVER I keep crossing over and then crossing back again. There is no longer a start to this end. I can no longer deny my calling as I walk the path that now lies in front of me with a lit candle. And play pretend. I put my rain jacket on. Even though I... – *by mad hippie poet*	5 Views added 9 months ago	Rating
LOOK IN YOUR EYES I look into your eyes for the answers to what love should be. You allowed me to be my fault, and when I needed you the most, you answered that call. You know that I am a dreamer wanting it all, but when I slip into a kiss on your lips, you have me... – *by mad hippie poet*	8 Views added 9 months ago	Rating
UNIVERSE SWAYS FOR ME Take away my dreams with your stardust in your hand I am done with explaining my idea of reality to you. You and I keep on writing and then rewriting the storyline every single time. it is a fight to the death but it's not up to us how this drama... – *by mad hippie poet*	4 Views added 9 months ago	Rating
MY TRUTH Speak with passion. Speak with the truth. No matter what it is, spinning those lies that hold you down will never allow you to be. Please do not raise your voice, use those words of choice, do not give into their foolish ways that put the look of... – *by mad hippie poet*	14 Views added 9 months ago	Rating
BROUGHT BACK WITH MEMORIES How do I remember memories that never happened? Who is calling my name, entering my dreams with their messages and what they want to say? I was at Sunday family dinner, recalling things I was too young to remember or not born yet. Old things that... – *by mad hippie poet*	7 Views added 9 months ago	Rating
SHE SAID She said it scares you looking me in my eyes because you see yourself inside. She said you gave me life, and I do not want to see you die again she said every girl needs her mom, but you, Dad, are my hero, but most importantly, my first love and... – *by mad hippie poet*	5 Views added 9 months ago	Rating
STONE I find myself getting lost in memories that are no longer in existence. I find myself lying on this grave with flowers and a bottle in my mouth. Why does it rain every time I die? I promise never again. Like some romantic novels, there are... – *by mad hippie poet*	19 Views added 9 months ago	Rating
I no longer I no longer want to strip myself down for you doing everything you want me to do like I was some two-dollar whore. I no longer want to feel this way, but you will always be my lover and know the sweetest of words to say I no longer want to stand... – *by mad hippie poet*	4 Views added 9 months ago	Rating
CIRCUS The noises and the sights keep getting louder. The smell of a new lover lingers deep inside my nose, and the devil and I make three. The sleep inside of this dream will not allow me to be. I am stuck inside this circus when I was meant to be like a... – *by mad hippie poet*	9 Views added 9 months ago	Rating
TUCKED AWAY Another sleepless night doing battles in my dreams, going off to war with every breath hidden deep within my screams. She's holding me. She is always fucking holding me whenever those bastards are calling me. does she know the truth behind my... – *by mad hippie poet*	7 Views added 9 months ago	Rating
WHO ARE WE What is hidden inside of the picture that the artist never painted, what words were lost in the pages of the book that the author never wrote, what words were missed in the lyrics of a song by a rockstar that never spoke but felt the music? Who... – *by mad hippie poet*	7 Views added 9 months ago	Rating
I NEVER CLAIMED HELL WAS HOT I never claimed to be any sort of angel or demon we are all our sinners, losers, and winners, so come on, lay me down on the ground you choose to worship, and let us speak our truths are so-called words of wisdom for my intergalactic intelligence... – *by mad hippie poet*	13 Views added 9 months ago	Rating
THE WOLF AND THE LION They are coming from every damn direction. Are these the battles that I would be fighting that my grandfather on his deathbed had mentioned? What is this family secret as the last of my bloodline I must defend? I read all the books left behind,... – *by mad hippie poet*	13 Views added 9 months ago	Rating
SUMMER NIGHTS EQUAL WINTER DREAMS These summer nights so frequently remind me of winter dreams. I always found comfort inside the bottle clenched inside my empty hands; it's hard to understand if you were born a simple man, but people like me like to sail wild and accessible on the... – *by mad hippie poet*	11 Views added 9 months ago	Rating
THE SPARK OF A FLAME What is so damn special about this fire that inside myself burns that they want to put it out but can't trust me. Over the years, many have taken their turns, and all of us had our lessons learned. I held the books of their religions. They could not... – *by mad hippie poet*	22 Views added 9 months ago	Rating
THUNDERSTORM TO KEEP ME WARM What is that lingers on my tongue and fills the summer air? I spent all my slumber inside the heatwave that occupied the night, fighting to rearrange the more than unusual thoughts taking up space in my mind. I was clapping my hands to the funky... – *by mad hippie poet*	5 Views added 9 months ago	Rating
LET US TALK What do I do when the streets that held my deepest secrets start calling my name again? I keep whispering into the street light I am not the same person I was back then, my old friend. I don't need that bottle touching my lips or your monkeys on my... – *by mad hippie poet*	2 Views added 9 months ago	Rating
DREAMS OF REALITY INSIDE A REALITY OF A DREAM A dream within reality or reality within a dream? I do not know the answer, so I peel my skin back and scream. I deal another hand and put on my best poker face, telling myself life is a journey, not a race. I have been doing this dance alone for... – *by mad hippie poet*	5 Views added 9 months ago	Rating
KEEP ON SWINGING I need some time alone. I feel like a dog without a bone—a stranger living in a house unable to call it home. I took to the bottle again because she was the only one I could trust, so I called my once again friend. I want to dance inside of the... – *by mad hippie poet*	4 Views added 9 months ago	Rating
MADMAN I speak and search for the truth. Inside words and eyes, the things that I say are so damn loud that they shake bones and wake up the living and non-living dead. There was a time when I used to care whose feathers. I ruffled and what bridges I... – *by mad hippie poet*	9 Views added 9 months ago	Rating
ALL I CAN SAY Who is the creator of this life, which I call my own I have my destiny, even if I must walk it alone. They say it was god, my mother, and my father that put me here and the religion that had me living most of my life in fear. How long is 10-15... – *by mad hippie poet*	5 Views added 9 months ago	Rating
AMERICAN DREAM They say do not be yourself. Be more like them. The ads you see on television and movie screens and the cover of the day's most popular magazines say to live the American dream. Have that house up on the hill with the white picket fence. In my... – *by mad hippie poet*	6 Views added 9 months ago	Rating
FAMILY AND FRIENDS People from my past keep calling me as if they just befriended me today, saying the words that they think I want to hear, telling me it feels like I lost my brother and that I am losing a family member. All I can say is we are not from the same... – *by mad hippie poet*	6 Views added 9 months ago	Rating
BIPOLAR BEAR I am not sleeping. My mind is racing like a locomotive, and these goddamn voices keep getting louder, taking away the moments that I feel proud, and I refuse to look down at that bottle that they say holds the key to happiness while making me feel... – *by mad hippie poet*	20 Views added 9 months ago	Rating
CAN OF WORMS I am not going fishing because I hate waking up with the birds, but I just opened a big can of worms. I do not understand what they are for, but I think I will be stepping in shit some more like they say when one door closes, another one opens, and... – *by mad hippie poet*	5 Views added 9 months ago	Rating
A CONVERSATION WITH MAMA My mama always told me, Son, I taught you all that I could on how to be a man and pick your battles, and these types of wars are hell, but you need to have your voice heard. It would be best if you had others see you making your stand. Now take your... – *by mad hippie poet*	9 Views added 9 months ago	Rating
FLOODING What is all of this flooding without any information? It has been raining for days, but not the type of storm I am used to, for this weather is manufactured. I am nervously biting my nails, wondering if it will ever fade. Then I remember this... – *by mad hippie poet*	3 Views added 9 months ago	Rating
LOYALTY FROM THE OTHER SLAVES Where is this freedom that we have died for? Where is this peace that they talked about since we became them the day that we were born, being told as newborns the moment we open our eyes, we have sinned and to have it removed with holy water like we... – *by mad hippie poet*	5 Views added 9 months ago	Rating
MESSEGE What is sleep when you are the only one awake and not dreaming? What are these screams of a new reality which only you can see? What is this stream that I swim up while the others continue to drown inside of an image that I no longer fit in being? I... – *by mad hippie poet*	5 Views added 9 months ago	Rating
WEAK I want to close my eyes and open my mind. It is about damn time that I see fireworks that will light up the line that I was hand-picked to walk. No longer do I find a reason to listen when I talk, for the words which I speak are for the strong and... – *by mad hippie poet*	7 Views added 9 months ago	Rating
ESCAPE PLAN I find it quite interesting the things you think of and about when you are alive and dead, the voices you hear when you are asleep and awake inside your head. I can not help to wonder if it is this all-one drawn-out dream. If it is, I want a refund.... – *by mad hippie poet*	8 Views added 9 months ago	Rating
FOUGHT TO BECOME KING I had lived many lives before I came back to live this one. My soul kept taking on other life forms, telling me, soldier, you are not yet done. Plenty of battles will be fought, and more lessons will be learned and taught. The smoke kept clearing... – *by mad hippie poet*	8 Views added 9 months ago	Rating
THE BOTTLE I look down at this bottle I drank from for many years. It s not the bottle you are thinking of, for it holds no spirits, only the many I care about and care not to have. What is contained inside is something that I tend to hide in times when I tend... – *by mad hippie poet*	5 Views added 9 months ago	Rating
I THINK MY WORDS KNOW YOU With my mind in my thoughts and my favorite pen in hand, I write the words of my life, unknowingly knowing that they may be someone else's survival plan, for I speak my truth while trying to stand on my own two feet. I made family, friends, and... – *by mad hippie poet*	615 Views added 10 months ago	Rating
WHY DO I LAUGH Why do I laugh when no one else is laughing? Why do I laugh at the most profound moments, like when I'm told you will be late for your own damn funeral? I laugh, saying with my wise-ass smirk that it's ok; I'm not going anywhere. Life is a... – *by mad hippie poet*	16 Views added 10 months ago	Rating
PLAYING GAMES I am no longer playing your games but opening and shutting doors. Your hate has no place here, and it never did before. Say about me what you will. I don't live to please assholes like you, so what will you do. You say it is nothing personal,... – *by mad hippie poet*	10 Views added 10 months ago	Rating
A dogs bone Everything is as it once was. The questions keep lingering in my head, yet my mind cares not to answer their call because they are inside the light of the darkness that seems today will not just leave me alone. I feel like a dog that just lost their... – *by mad hippie poet*	6 Views added 10 months ago	Rating
THE DARKNESS The darkness calls me like the moon, and the sky reaches for the stars asking for good company and fine Italian wine. My walls, like my tears, are starting fall. I am writing my words as I paint my picture of all the childhood memories I saw in the... – *by mad hippie poet*	15 Views added 10 months ago	Rating
CALLING ME Like a broken car, they are trying to strip me of my parts, forgetting that I am still human and have a fighter's heart. When does this attack on my body and mind end, if it ever really started? This is my life to control. I can write those who mean... – *by mad hippie poet*	10 Views added 10 months ago	Rating
THE GUNSLINGER Let me stop you before you shoot me down with what you think of as your icicle stare. I have been down this dirt road many eternities before all the town urban legends I faced and bullshit on them, and my words did fall. This story that's... – *by mad hippie poet*	11 Views added 10 months ago	Rating
SINGLE TEAR My eyes are tired, and my mind wired the taste on my tongue sour I drank so much damn water that I made the river run dry, yet I am still able to that single tear... – *by mad hippie poet*	8 Views added 10 months ago	Rating
MAKING LOVE TO LIFE AND FUCKING DEATH With death comes life. It is a question that remains the only honest answer we ask and gets a response to. There is only truth within the end because it is the only thing that remains on earth with beauty, you ask dear sir, what about life? It also... – *by mad hippie poet*	527 Views added 10 months ago	Rating
SAVIOR OF THOSE WHO WANT TO BE SAVED Who do you call when the sky is falling, and everyone is scattering, trying to figure out what all their positions are about while I sit here as a king alongside my queen, counting all the stars of our wishes that for us came true and no longer... – *by mad hippie poet*	9 Views added 10 months ago	Rating
NOW LOVERS WITH LADY KARMA What do I see and hear night after night, day after day? Where do I find my comfort now, being my peace is being disturbed and not heard? What is the bigger picture when I run out of paint, and my heart is not for those who will faint and call it... – *by mad hippie poet*	19 Views added 10 months ago	Rating
REFLECTION Then I look at my reflection in my bathroom mirror, and there are so many images of myself, some I do not know, then there are others I would soon choose to forget. I am looking at the reflections in my car mirror, and there are past and present... – *by mad hippie poet*	22 Views added 10 months ago	Rating
SPIDERWEB Am I going back to my old ways looking back at those things that I know I can not change only if it all was a picture show with pieces that can be rearranged and left on the cutting room floor? I thought I had found peace, but this anger kept... – *by mad hippie poet*	8 Views added 10 months ago	Rating
FALLING LIKE MOTHER EARTH The smoke is in the sky tears are falling from my eyes. This struggle and this fight are getting the best of me. I am trying to keep a calm mind. I am trying to watch the words that fall from my mouth like the ashes I see falling. If I was the... – *by mad hippie poet*	8 Views added 10 months ago	Rating
A DAUGHTERS CRY She looked at me in the same way as she did as a child. The only thing was these tears were not the same as these tears wore my name. She looked at me now so many years later, not as my baby girl but as a young woman. She said to me these words... – *by mad hippie poet*	531 Views added 10 months ago	Rating
revolving door battle I am sitting here once again, my only true friend. I feel like I did before when I said I had enough. I can not take any more of these feelings. I'm closing the door. I'm trying to put that fake smile on my face looking for the ship to sail me out... – *by mad hippie poet*	3 Views added 10 months ago	Rating
BULDING MY CASTLE Here I sit, watching the sunrise inside the sand as they continue to throw their stones at me, not knowing I am already stoned, so I am building my castle in the sand, laughing at them because now they are becoming the monkeys in my... – *by mad hippie poet*	8 Views added 10 months ago	Rating
HOW CAN I They try to keep up their game because they see I refuse to back down; these bastards are doing everything and anything to make me lose my mind and tarnish my name. These people who sign my paycheck see that I will no longer break my neck for them. ... – *by mad hippie poet*	3 Views added 10 months ago	Rating
WEIGHT It is another early morning. I am awake before the birds. Maybe this time, I will wake them up with my song, and with tired eyes, they can sing along. Too many things have been weighing me down. What is happening to me? I thought I broke those... – *by mad hippie poet*	8 Views added 10 months ago	Rating
WHAT AM I TRYING TO SAY Once, it was only time standing still inside my dreams without a care in the world. Now I am standing in this brave new reality they are afraid of. I am here wearing the handed-down boss's gloves that never showed any love, but do they not know that... – *by mad hippie poet*	6 Views added 10 months ago	Rating
POWER WITHIN I do not understand what it is that is exactly happening here. I can no longer see; I can no longer hear. Why is my heart racing and my voice getting louder by the second I make you hard with my words of protest? That's why you continue to play... – *by mad hippie poet*	16 Views added 10 months ago	Rating
I FOUND HEAVEN WITHIN MY WORDS I find my heaven inside these words that I use to hide behind the exact words that speak of the hell that lies stagnant in my heart and mind. My peace came at a hefty cost of love found and love that was lost. My stomach with butterflies is turning,... – *by mad hippie poet*	555 Views added 10 months ago	Rating
ME VS YOU Where are my answers? I do not want to be angry anymore, but this waiting game has pushed me far. I spoke up I spoke out now they are in a rush to shut me up so they slowly plan to take my land and hold a finger against their mouths and say hussssh.... – *by mad hippie poet*	8 Views added 10 months ago	Rating
FUNNY HOW I look in the mirror, and I can help to laugh. Nothing makes sense when you stop looking at images with the colors of a rainbow everything is not more manageable when you color the pages with just black and white bullpen ink, close your eyes, open... – *by mad hippie poet*	17 Views added 11 months ago	Rating
BRILLIANT MIND I keep waking up at the same damn time, my back and legs in full spasms. The pain was becoming so surreal that it was becoming all I knew in these continuing years of my life, but at least after all my days, they dropped from the calendar. I am left... – *by mad hippie poet*	9 Views added 11 months ago	Rating
I DO WHAT NEEDS TO BE DONE I can not turn around, and I can no longer walk away. I survived my death only to be born again with a louder voice because the Gods sent me with words of wisdom and truth not to speak but say. I am my savior, the only poor bastard saving me, so... – *by mad hippie poet*	9 Views added 11 months ago	Rating
WORKING WAR I have risen like a phoenix from the ashes. I have spoken against the masses now like their false idols. They try to crucify me on the cross they bought on clearance at Walmart. This has become a working war like a sport. They do not know I'm... – *by mad hippie poet*	17 Views added 11 months ago	Rating
PUZZLE PIECES I have been stuck in this moment of reflection for days putting together memories together just like puzzle pieces, and with every cardboard cut out, I started to find my natural calling, my true peace, and it is not for the faint at heart. How... – *by mad hippie poet*	7 Views added 11 months ago	Rating
LESSONS LEARNED It is the day before my birthday; some say it is not a God damn holiday, well I say otherwise. There have been so many twists and turns and lessons forgotten and learned. I see and hear things now in a different light than I would have been better... – *by mad hippie poet*	13 Views added 11 months ago	Rating
IDENTITY I listened to others telling me who I should be based on their society. I was taught who to love and who to hate don't have premarital sex. Then they wondered why I had blisters on my hands and my socks were never clean. Now that I am older, I say... – *by mad hippie poet*	23 Views added 11 months ago	Rating
WIND The wind is blowing, but in which direction it blows, it is getting more robust, and the leaves are shaking, trying desperately not to fall from their loving home, better known as the weeping willow tree. The wind continues to blow, yet there is no... – *by mad hippie poet*	6 Views added 11 months ago	Rating
MORNING WALK You can see things when your eyes are opened and questions are not half-spoken. I have been spending a lot of time alone, not because I am alone, but because I found a house with four walls and a roof that I call my forever home. I go on my... – *by mad hippie poet*	4 Views added 11 months ago	Rating
THE PROPOSAL When I look into your eyes, I see heaven and my home. The stars have guided me back to you, and the universe speaks to us both, whispering here in each other's arms is where you will belong, never to be again alone. I was a fool to believe that... – *by mad hippie poet*	61 Views added 11 months ago	Rating
POWERFUL Which way will they come from? My mind has become silent as my poetry, like a lover's sweet kiss, lingers as it slowly dances on the tastebuds of my tongue. They keep calling me back to these people and things from my past.do they not know that I no... – *by mad hippie poet*	14 Views added 11 months ago	Rating
WHAT YOU ARE NOT I was often asked to be a good little boy and go and hide in the corner, swallow your questions, and eat my foolish pride. I scratched and clawed out of their plastic cage, building my castle in the sand with all my rages. My enemies were... – *by mad hippie poet*	10 Views added 11 months ago	Rating
HERO WITHIN MYSELF They are trying to continue to break me down by making my life a living hell, but they do not know of this place I used to be a frequent visitor. These mind games being played just had the battlefield grow wider and put on my face a smile that I had... – *by mad hippie poet*	10 Views added 11 months ago	Rating
SITTING WITH MYSELF I am taking steps on my own, no longer afraid to walk alone, looking in the mirror, and at last, no longer looking at the images of my past. I am sitting with myself getting to know this new version that has me like a snake shedding my skin. So... – *by mad hippie poet*	11 Views added 11 months ago	Rating
I NEVER THOUGHT I know, or at least I think I know all the answers without knowing the questions constantly being mentioned. I have been driving all night looking at the stars, and the further I ride, the closer these rays of sunshine are. I never thought this... – *by mad hippie poet*	8 Views added 11 months ago	Rating
THE WAY I MOVE The way I move used to be in silence, just like my voice, but my steps are still quiet. It's just my grove that is becoming loud; putting my past behind me and putting a smile on my face now, I am only making myself proud. Things are flowing like... – *by mad hippie poet*	9 Views added 11 months ago	Rating
WAVES OF WATER AND FLAMES These eyes of mine are tired, yet they are full of hunger for something that will feed my mind in the end. Beauty doesn't have to die. Some just let it fade away without ever embracing its days. How much longer must I wait for this fire that's... – *by mad hippie poet*	20 Views added 11 months ago	Rating
THRIST Speaking riddles in a forked foreign tongue, words will soon become undone. I have a thirst that I can no longer quench. So many things are becoming lost in translation as I shed my skin like a snake inside the sun. I slowly start to shake because I... – *by mad hippie poet*	7 Views added 11 months ago	Rating
STOP AND SMELL THE ROSES All my heroes died during my childhood, and not all of them were good, and not all the villains were sinister. My first love was not a lover but the women who gave birth to this man that I was born to be. Not everything you hear is meant for you to... – *by mad hippie poet*	20 Views added 11 months ago	Rating
I HAVE BECOME THE STORY TELLER Let me tell you a story, or you can read my words of glory. We all need to find that one damn thing others can not bring. We all have hearts and souls, a story being written, and a life to be told, something that can not be bought or sold. We are... – *by mad hippie poet*	596 Views added 11 months ago	Rating
BREAKING THE IMAGE YOU KNOW I will break you in a million and one ways with what I say. This is not about anyone or anything. This time is all mine. I am breaking that image you know of me deep down in my heart and the tunnels of my mind, The sparks are starting to ignite... – *by mad hippie poet*	23 Views added 11 months ago	Rating
DRUNK Those things are meant for some to understand I am drunk, but I do not hold a drink inside my hand. The angels are singing me their sweet lullaby as the starlight covers my body just like dogwood flowers cover the tree, and the darkness and the... – *by mad hippie poet*	564 Views added 11 months ago	Rating
THE HIGHWAY Looking down the double yellow line on this highway that is my so-called life looking into the fog of the distant night, thinking to myself, aiming for the middle is my safest bet. I remember to forget that I like to explore, so I drive into the... – *by mad hippie poet*	28 Views added 12 months ago	Rating
MY NEXT 50 YEARS I have been writing my words from the time that I was born. It was not until I died that I learned that not every sentence that feels the lines needs to be dark. Now I am slowly filling them with the love, light, and wisdom that is now mine. I... – *by mad hippie poet*	18 Views added 12 months ago	Rating
MY WORDS ARE MY ESCAPE Growing up, I was always the child who was called the weird one dressing up in black. Before I knew who Johnny Cash was being called Goth before it became all the buzz, I turned on the Grateful Dead and got lost in the music while writing my own... – *by mad hippie poet*	16 Views added 12 months ago	Rating
WHO IS THE TEACHER? Who is the teacher, and who is the preacher? Who is one, if not both, with the lesson inside of the seasons to be taught and bought? I am willing to learn if you plan to show me the question to ask without getting frustrated and giving me the... – *by mad hippie poet*	12 Views added 12 months ago	Rating
NO SURPRISE Nothing seems to surprise me anymore after stepping in shit so many times. I open my eyes, take a long stretch, and admire another sunrise. Today I know my words will not make any sense because last night, I received so many vivid messages inside of... – *by mad hippie poet*	13 Views added 12 months ago	Rating
WHAT IS INSIDE OF THE CUP I have been walking for what seems to be days looking for change to fill my cup in so many ways. I begged, I sang, I stole, but nothing I did filled my soul or made me feel as if I was whole, so I decided to switch up my dance instead of feeling as... – *by mad hippie poet*	11 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
WAYS OF PAST There was a time that I would stand days in line to address the clowns, but behind me, I was leaving the sounds and bright lights of the circus behind ways of the past no longer taking up space in my mind.... – *by mad hippie poet*	10 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
COMING INTO YOU I smell it like I used to smell the scent of your sweet perfume while you were turning heads and snapping fingers when you were entering a room with your strange little paintings and me whispering the words of a poetic drunk on love and spirits. All... – *by mad hippie poet*	930 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
WITH MYSELF These words are not like my emotions, for my words flow freely, for they are no prisoner of mine my heart knows, but my mind is much wiser of the two. They watch each other, not knowing that it is me and not you that they wish for, so I sit inside... – *by mad hippie poet*	22 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
? Sitting here while hiding from the shadows myself, who are they looking for? Do they not know that we are not us anymore? The writing is on the wall we are closed. No one is here to answer your call. Freedom was found when I went out to play hide... – *by mad hippie poet*	0 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
THIS IS MY FIRST TIME OF SPEAKING OF MY DEATHS What can I say? You are not supposed to remember your death day when your breath fades away. The colors were at first black and purple, my two favorite colors. I saw my soul lift from my body as they worked, trying to bring me back to life. My... – *by mad hippie poet*	16 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
WHAT YOU SAID AT LAST I HEARD You have been gone for many years now, but I finally. You have heard those words you spoke so many times in your tears. Only the pain was your body. It was not you who you were, and you wanted to go home to the place where you would be. You once... – *by mad hippie poet*	19 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
THE DYING TREE I am sitting outside watching the trees surrounding me start to grow their leaves, but one who stands there looks like a human without any clothes; why is this dying tree naked? I hear it asks itself. All the other trees are starting to get their... – *by mad hippie poet*	12 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
THE GAME You do what you need to do; you give your soul to what brought you to the game with the knowledge and wisdom of knowing things will never be the same. They always said that I could never be here and that I just do not fit the type that I will never... – *by mad hippie poet*	9 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
WHAT WAS I WISHING FOR,WHEN I RAN OUT OF WISHES Running, tripping, falling, and getting back up on my feet again was the story of my life: the same damn ending, not this time. I will stay on my feet, standing tall with the wind against my back while I answer my last call. Who is life if you... – *by mad hippie poet*	15 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
I FELL IN LOVE TODAY What a great surprise I had when I opened my well-rested mind and eyes. SHH, can you, my sweet lines, keep my very new, never worn secret? I fell in love today, not the kind that you read or see in the movies or the kind that has you crying your... – *by mad hippie poet*	21 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
OLD THINGS What is there to explain not everything is meant to be understood take both that comes with the bad and the good. old things let them be the memories of dust that turn into stars in the sky. Old things are just like wrecking balls swinging in the... – *by mad hippie poet*	7 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
SURVIVE NO MORE In this moment of reflection, in this second of brief tears I hear my inner child whispering it is ok we can now let go of all of our fears that we kept bottled up throughout the years. As an adult, I no longer blame myself for what I needed to... – *by mad hippie poet*	8 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
SUNSHINE Letting go of the past for it no longer serves any type of purpose, all the regrets that I never had, I say, release me from those chains that no longer weigh me down. I am living in the present, where I am meant to be. each step, another moment. ... – *by mad hippie poet*	13 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
SEEING THINGS AS THEY ARE NOT MEANT TO BE SEEN Why do the stars look different when you look at them inside of the eyes of daytime? I know I am seeing them because I see the moon he's hanging out one side and the sun she's on the other side chillin' and shining having herself some great fun. ... – *by mad hippie poet*	13 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
THE NEW ALMIGHTY I was always told the voices in my head were my own. If that rings true, who the fuck is listening? My mama always told my son whatever I do; he should not push himself and not try to be a hero; I always told mama I am no one but my own. Today ... – *by mad hippie poet*	13 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
CAT AND MOUSE They chase you, but when they find you, they are like cowards and hide, trying to alter the light they see coming shining through what it is within. The game starts again, for the wick they seek has no beginning or end. The stage is set. Some... – *by mad hippie poet*	14 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
I SAW YOU Last night was the first night I slept in many days, and there I saw you in my dreams even though the newer version of you lays beside me and keeps me awake during these once-numbered days. But last night, when I needed your comfort, I swear I saw... – *by mad hippie poet*	18 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
CHASING THE WAVES One life many deaths throughout the years I have seen and lived all with courage but this time my last life and last death I will now live with great wisdom for neither are my last breath even though you can not have a beginning without a end common... – *by mad hippie poet*	21 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
TURNING POINT These tears are again falling from my eyes, tears of pain and joy. at last, I reached that turning point the fork in the road. once again I met the devil when I thought it was at last closing time. along you came and no one throughout all my life... – *by mad hippie poet*	8 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
ANSWERS ARE THE QUESTIONS DANCERS I do not know the word quit, yet I changed my ways. Even saints and sinners have their ways, and the devil that I know hopes that I will disappear because of everything that son of bitch throws at me; I just laugh because, for all the deepest parts... – *by mad hippie poet*	16 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
GOING THROUGH ANOTHER WAY Am I walking through this again, or am I just passing by? They cut me open to see if I still bleed and what exactly I feed. The peace has become my pain, and the pain remains my peace, reminding me that there is love in suffering. If you know how to... – *by mad hippie poet*	15 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
SCARS I have scars that I refuse to allow your world to see they are etched deep within my soul only I am allowed to see the burnt pages of this book for it is my story to tell how I walked through hellfire and the flames know me by my first name yet... – *by mad hippie poet*	8 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
WINDOW Looking out the window sometimes I see the same painted picture yet there are days that the picture is different. a change in color and shape I focus my eyes out the window thinking the pane may need cleaning or maybe it is just my soul that needs... – *by mad hippie poet*	9 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
HERE I AM I knew both strength and weakness because I was weak and strong with no place where I truly belonged. I had enemies who said they were friends and family who just pretended to play the part. I do not know where I was, but now I know where I am, and... – *by mad hippie poet*	7 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
CONTRACT You do not understand I had an agreement. a God damn contract, I picked my storyline, my name, my religion, my career, my time to live and die. Who do you think you the the fuck do you think you are? You broke the deal; you lied. I keep hearing... – *by mad hippie poet*	32 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
HAVE OR HAVE NOT What do you have if you do no not have yourself? People come and go in this story that we call life, all playing some character to teach the reader, who are you a lesson; it is up to us if we want to be prepared or to be caught repeating it. What... – *by mad hippie poet*	14 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
TO FIND To find your way on a path of your own first, you must say less and do more, open and shut as many doors as you need until you find what you are searching for. I lost so many things and people along this journey, but the person I missed the most was... – *by mad hippie poet*	10 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
TRUTH You would rather have me dig my grave with cowardly lies than speak the truth of those who would instead remain strong and brave. You have come at me with enemies and friends in every which direction because of the ways of a dying kingdom that I can... – *by mad hippie poet*	9 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
PEACE WITHOUT A VOICE Still, with all these years in my head, I have a lot to learn, like controlling my emotions and not being lit by the flame of the fire that burns deep in my heart; at last, I have taken a stand. I am shaking a lot of heads and hands. I am becoming... – *by mad hippie poet*	13 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
REWARD The more that I see, the less I know. Is it life or death, or are both the reward? Anger is controllable, and so is fear; both have ruled my heart over the years. I have traveled many paths to finding this road that has led me to this place that has... – *by mad hippie poet*	7 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
SPEAKING OF MEMORIES I sat across the table from a man who was a stranger; we were drinking our coffee as he spoke to me of memories of his youth; he told me of triumphs, love, hate, pain, and regret, yet he kept on speaking of his love, all things beautiful, and he... – *by mad hippie poet*	17 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
GONE MISSING So many times you spoke about going home, that you did not belong here, that this body no longer felt as if it was your own, that it felt as if it was a suffering shell, and every time that you closed your eyes, it was the only time that you could... – *by mad hippie poet*	10 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
SINGING MYSELF TO SLEEP The angels lay next to me inside my bed while the devil sang sweet lullabies inside of my head. The bastards are trying to drown me out while I sing my songs of yesterday to put myself to sleep these fucking memories are more than haunting me. They... – *by mad hippie poet*	14 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
SHUFFLE I wear my heart on my sleeve; maybe that is the reason I bleed; perhaps that is why your hunger I feed. I need to move more quietly in the night's silence, for every thought and emotion does not always need to be spoken, I need to stay one step... – *by mad hippie poet*	6 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
WORDS AND NUMBERS Words are written so are numbers, but do we listen to what they have to say when inside our walls of memories, they speak to us their confessions of truth and lies? They talk to us inside of the eyes of our minds. They tell us their names are... – *by mad hippie poet*	18 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
HAUNTED You need to know where you come from in order to know where you are going the stars are aligned but what is it that they are so desperately trying to show? I took my time now I am drinking from a cup of universal wine yet I still find myself haunted... – *by mad hippie poet*	5 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
TRY ME I have memories of my past that I care to let go of, this new version of me continues to grow so I at the moment am the only one you know. you can no longer try to drown me in your river crying you are free so you are a sinner who we hoped would die... – *by mad hippie poet*	8 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
CONTINUE I have been beaten and broken yet I continued to fight through their hell and my own while the truth was half-spoken. I made my stand now I found my ground. I faced it head I took those pieces they left me now I am building my castle as they try to... – *by mad hippie poet*	11 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
SUNDAY I sit here getting ready to wear my Sunday best; I am getting ready to clap my hands sing some songs, and praise some artificial God. What church do you belong to? Religion spreads love and hates? as it teaches us that we were created in their... – *by mad hippie poet*	13 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
NOISE What will grow from the noise inside of my head now that my is quiet? I found my warmth inside the coldness that nobody cares to roam, as I heard myself crying in the darkness of other people's hearts did I find the light inside of my own and the... – *by mad hippie poet*	8 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
WHERE DO I DRINK FROM? What cup do I drink from since now I walk this path by myself for myself? I faced all the battles that were meant to destroy me but in front of my tired eyes and mud-covered face, I see the green of the mountaintop. I am no longer this ghost of... – *by mad hippie poet*	13 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
TOUCHING THE SOUL Words touch the soul no matter how you care to hear them. the sentences that I drop down to these pages are meant for those who need to know it is all going to be ok yes right now life is hard it is not making any type of fucking sense. I am sorry... – *by mad hippie poet*	16 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
I HAVE TO GO What is the shining light that is blinding the writer? What is the new path that the writer is taking? Who requires the writer as the lead in another show? What happens when you find everything you have been searching for, but the shining light... – *by mad hippie poet*	366 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
MIRROR IMAGE I look inside a mirror that holds an image that no longer exists while searching for redemption inside every fucking word and feeling that I write. Rushing with full adrenaline as I try to turn all my wrongs right. There is no use in mind fucking... – *by mad hippie poet*	7 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
BEAUTY Where has the beauty gone? Why do I no longer hear the silent song being sung? Days, weeks, months, and years have passed, and there are more questions than answers, lies than truths. Does everything grow from the branches or the roots? I sit... – *by mad hippie poet*	9 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
YOU SPEAK OF You speak of God as you speak of your best friend; you go to your churches and speak of their versions of the excellent book, yet you still pass judgment of other kinds. Who are you, who do you think you are, or are you who they told you you should... – *by mad hippie poet*	10 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
PASSED Years have passed yet I still find myself thinking and feeling you why does the thought of you still haunt my mind after all of this time my one true love? I still continue to watch in the distance as this pain of your loss continues on. I thought... – *by mad hippie poet*	7 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
THE WARRIOR WHO FIGHTS ALONE Silence is the only way I fight now, and my spirit guides showed me how. I laid my weapons down years ago, only keeping my armor and shield along this walk that some care not to talk about, for they do not know this new journey I am on. Pray for... – *by mad hippie poet*	16 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
CHECKING THE CONDITIONS Bring me in and out of the darkness and make me fall in and out of this romance. cover me in the truth and the lies that cover the ground like the snow used to do, there is no need to feel sorry for even snowflakes look different when checking the... – *by mad hippie poet*	10 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
WHAT WOULD IT BE? If you were to dream without sleeping, what would it be? What type of reality would you see to cry without tears, to be wrapped up in worries and fears, to laugh without smiling, to die without living, to hate without loving, to know God but not... – *by mad hippie poet*	10 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
DOORS AND WINDOWS Doors and windows where do they lead us to, destinations or journeys inside of our minds? the people who came before me were considered madmen and women because of the stories they told of life and the dead with such vivid imagery. Like a... – *by mad hippie poet*	9 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
FORGOT WHO I WAS After forgetting who I was told to be, I sat back to look inside the ripples of the river to remember who I was meant to see a new version of a once-fading me. I took a long trip deep down inside my heart and mind, and I rose from the underground in... – *by mad hippie poet*	10 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
TIME I am looking at the face of time like I look at my own inside the memories of the mirror that occupy my wall. Neither is the same as age, and neither is going anywhere, and both do not know how to handle change. Once they were young, now, with a... – *by mad hippie poet*	18 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
FINDING THE SPARK It would help if you emptied the cup that weighs you down before the struggle of carrying it becomes too real. It would be best to feed the mind before it starves from someone else's hunger. They know your anger. They use that to control your every... – *by mad hippie poet*	7 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
ERIC A broken body does not mean a broken soul a mind that dreams of reality are a story waiting to be told. I am hurting mentaly&physicaly every day but I am making my way. I do not need your pity or for you to cry for me because what will be will be... – *by mad hippie poet*	9 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
UNBREAKABLE FIGHTER What lies inside your heart is not the same thing your mind tells you. Where is that hill you thought was a mountain you could not climb? What happened to that bad day that you thought would be your last? Storms turn into sunny days after all has... – *by mad hippie poet*	17 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
YOU ONLY SEE WHAT I CARE TO SHOW You think you know me through and through there are different versions of me for different people you only see what I care to show so don't bring that shit to this stop and go. I have been walking this path for many years over coming family... – *by mad hippie poet*	17 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
ONCE HELD BUT NOW WHO IS HOLDING Who holds you now that you are no longer a child, where did your parents go did you learn from them everything you should know, is the world your teacher now being the knowledge you seek is not the language school books speak? Dreams used to be... – *by mad hippie poet*	7 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
FLAMES OF FAITH Where is the fire that I care to jump into? I will be my own sort of sacrifice being the blood that pumps through my veins as for the moment turned to ice. I can not be like them I must be kind to those who are unkind it does not mean they can... – *by mad hippie poet*	9 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
WHO DO YOU WALK WITH? Who do you walk with if you are always walking alone at the times your shadow doesn't even follow? everything does not always come to an end once it leaves the door that keeps revolving to another beginning. things are not different as everything... – *by mad hippie poet*	11 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
SNOW Snow covers the ground the same way that dreams use to cover my reality. the more the snowflakes fell the more awake I became, I ran through the streets of my old town with my tongue stuck out trying to catch them all without falling on my ass. what... – *by mad hippie poet*	20 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
WRONG TYPE OF DIAMOND What is this that it is shining? it is like no type of light that I have ever seen or any type of jewel that I ever touched but yet I am not a rich man it only happens to be that I got a soul. the messages are coming through loud and clear keeping... – *by mad hippie poet*	17 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
WHO DO YOU THINK I AM? I have been walking this land of nothingness for years behind my time remembering memories of who I was in different forms, the only questions that I have been asking myself while I lay awake at night. is no longer how many times did I die but how... – *by mad hippie poet*	12 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
EVERYBODY IS BUSY Everybody is busy being someone else and not busy being their true selves I want to see you take that mask off, I want to see you naked and raw I want to see that side of you that no one ever saw before not even your best friend or mother let us... – *by mad hippie poet*	17 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
FINDING STRENGTH The only person trying to kill me is me, for I am the only one strong enough to get the damn job done. I speak in cryptic codes that I learned from the lives that I lived before while escaping death every time that bastard came knocking at my... – *by mad hippie poet*	9 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
FIGHT You do what you need to do to get through the day, looking for a sign, the light that you can only see inside of yourself, and nobody else comes on, shed a bit of darkness, and like a prize, a fighter comes out and fight. Don't stay down too... – *by mad hippie poet*	21 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
CALM Inside the water ripples yet I find calmness inside its waves, years pass by to wash the fears away yet I find no shelter for my tired eyes and mind. I have been running all this time to a destination that is no longer known. my body is broken but... – *by mad hippie poet*	20 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
untitled#17 I have come too far to turn around. What lies in front of me is a world that at my birth I was promised to see; you ask how I can be so sure, and all I can say is I signed on the dotted line saying if I kept returning, I would receive all the riches... – *by mad hippie poet*	12 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
untitled#16 There is nowhere or no one to turn to I burnt all those bridges along my way to finding my peace that is now on the verge of being disturbed. I thought I found love again in someone else's eyes but I looked in the mirror and realized that it is only... – *by mad hippie poet*	8 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
FINDING MY WAY BACK HOME Where is this light coming from if it is not from the sun or the moon? these tears sometimes fall along this path without any type of warning somewhat like how a summer storm just comes and goes. the questions to the answers no one really knows. ... – *by mad hippie poet*	17 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
CHASING If I am not chasing myself then who am I chasing? these thoughts which I now notice like I notice a lost friend are just memories with a starting point and no end. my eyes continue to see the beauty and the ugliness in a world that some would refuse... – *by mad hippie poet*	9 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
I BREATHE I breathe, yet I do not know what I live. I am getting those messages again in the early hours of the morning from family, lovers, friends, and even strangers. I have dreams of other people's memories that are not mine. I try to say in a silent... – *by mad hippie poet*	22 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
HIDDEN AGENDA I have been running for years not knowing that I wear wings that covered my tears. I have become the mountains that used to occupy my mind I heard the calling I guess it's my time to be battle ready as I rock slow and steady. my struggles were only... – *by mad hippie poet*	26 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
A LEGEND OR A GOD IN THE MAKING I do not take a knee at anyone you will not see me ever bow even if I wanted to I do not know how. my stomach is getting tight I must continue on this path for this is my calling this war I hope will be my last, this is not about the future or the... – *by mad hippie poet*	11 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
UNTITLED#14 Another feels like I am drowning inside of their sea that was not meant for me to ride those big waves I am the small fish swimming with the sharks but like a poor dog, I have a mighty... – *by mad hippie poet*	4 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
ANCESTORS CALLING Like the stars that fall from the skies are part of the universe, my past, present, and future are connections to all my ancestors. They tell me in which direction I must go and all the secrets and other things I need to know to continue growing. ... – *by mad hippie poet*	13 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
S.O.S. Who is it that seeks me knowing I am the one on the journey to the truth? the hunter becomes hunted while we all become haunted. they think they are my assassins but they do not have a quiet mind the noise of their thoughts is a dead give away so I... – *by mad hippie poet*	18 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
QUIET STORM I am a quiet storm as I come into the warmth of the rain to create a world that I can call my own. Reality is what I see inside the windows of my dreams at night. Without darkness, how can I see and feel the touch of the moon's light on my face? ... – *by mad hippie poet*	21 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
ONE MORE STEP TAKE A DEEP BREATH I have been fighting all of my life. No longer do I care to fight, but ahead of me, I am starting to see those lights that I saw at my many deaths. One more step, and he takes a deep breath. It should have never been this way. One man should not... – *by mad hippie poet*	11 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
untitled#5 I feel so tired I have not slept in days because my mind keeps wandering, and the pit of my stomach feels like it did after my first childhood heartbreak. The sun is not even up yet, and I am panicking about the things I may forget. They are staging... – *by mad hippie poet*	9 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
PICK YOUR BATTLES What do you stand for if you stand for nothing? I have been walking this journey that some might call life but I called it lies while I was seeking the truth. I walked the path of many battles while looking to win a self-made war maybe I was the... – *by mad hippie poet*	9 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
LOOKING BACK BUT NOT GOING THAT WAY There comes a time in our lives when we take a deep breath and a step back asking ourselves who will continue with us in this journey of lost youth and aging years. who will realize that we no longer see with the same eyes as yesterday? The love... – *by mad hippie poet*	23 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
STAND TALL Pick your battles to win the wars that lay in front of you the watch your every step so as you move in the shadows they do not know that which you do. the silence that now hides inside your voice confuses them, your actions with thoughts and not... – *by mad hippie poet*	11 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
FEELS LIKE YESTERDAY The pain hurts the same just like it happened yesterday and not years ago I know mama said it is about time that you let go of the guilt is not good for your health. I thought that I did at last but every year I find myself remembering the past. the... – *by mad hippie poet*	11 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
untitled#4 I have been through hell and back, I came through the flames of the fire that I was thrown into. this is me, this is not you I have the soul to lead the pack. my story is starting to become well known yet I refuse to become famous I only want to... – *by mad hippie poet*	10 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
UNTITLED ME #3 After all, is said and I am the only one I look down the barrel of my own gun that only holds the bullets of my thoughts and pain. no longer is anyone to blame but myself when all the anger of their reflections controls me. I lay in the silence... – *by mad hippie poet*	9 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE Stop telling me who you think I should be there are versions of me that you do not see. like a candle burning flame, I had my share of meltdowns but I always made a return for you live and learn and believe me I took a deep breath and realized it is... – *by mad hippie poet*	11 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
MY OWN PERSONAL WAR DRUMS I am hearing those war drums again, how I missed those sounds that bring me from the beginning to the end. they ask why are you always suffering alone why do you carry their weight upon your shoulders do you not know that you are only getting older?... – *by mad hippie poet*	16 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
UNTITLED ME#2 I find myself with more questions than answers in this universe I am just a soul dancer who is made of dust. I have been here many times before I planted my flag on the playground that once was our childhood's bedroom floor. There have been many... – *by mad hippie poet*	10 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
untitled me I just want to crawl into a ball and go to sleep these thoughts are creeping inside of my head once again so many fucking memories calling themselves friends. once again I find myself fighting these feelings. what happened to my moment of healing? ... – *by mad hippie poet*	4 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
PICTURES ARE NOT MEMORIES I try to tell myself that I am fine around this time every year even with the tears running from my eyes and my heart and mind playing tricks that they are not really spinning lies. pictures are not memories for you can always put the photos away. ... – *by mad hippie poet*	12 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
WORDS TO HIDE BEHIND I always hid behind the sentences and the words either to calm my mind or to get the girl to who I was too shy to talk. they would always put warm smiles on their face. this shyness of mine was more of a mysterious look it made people wonder what... – *by mad hippie poet*	10 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
SACRIFICE What are the things and those people that you would live and die for, would they all do the same? there are too many questions running through my mind like would it all be a sacrifice would this be a thoughtless action, would love be thy name? On... – *by mad hippie poet*	14 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
TRYING MY BEST I never want to go back there again, those places were never meant for me, I am trying my best to continue this newfound dance. how do I have the music play when I am asking myself how I will make it through another day? I can go back to the... – *by mad hippie poet*	9 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
NO PROMISES OF TOMORROW Why wait for tomorrow what you can do today? There were waves of storms that were meant to send me down to those places where my voice would not even be a sound. I wake up to the sun, sometimes I wake up to my best friend the moon. There are those... – *by mad hippie poet*	9 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
WILL there be Justice? I have been watching the news out of boredom not to catch up with current events because the news has lately been making me sick. what I saw disturbed me I did not want to open my eyes but I knew I had to see. those who were meant to serve and... – *by mad hippie poet*	7 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
DEPRESSION My head is empty yet these thoughts come rushing in like the stream of a river. bare are my feet the fruits that I find on the trees I eat. I will find myself tucked away in a bed made of palm leaves. draining the poison from my body that has... – *by mad hippie poet*	5 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
LEFT IN THE DARK The caution tape is up I am telling myself that I had more than enough I wait hoping for tomorrow,I wait wanting to settle for nothing. I want it all I want to be able to pour it into my cereal bowl. I wear a sign on my chest that reads in... – *by mad hippie poet*	8 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
NAIL BITING I can not stop biting my nails no one not even myself is aware of the way that I feel, I am sick to my stomach unable to wrap my head around the thoughts that leave and enter my head without a single word being said only sound. These creatures... – *by mad hippie poet*	14 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
HOPE INSIDE OF A HEAVEN Is there hope inside of Heaven or are the gates only open to those who find themselves living life in fear and dying in despair? I have my warriors and angels fighting and protecting the tired body of this servant of the other worlds. I continue to... – *by mad hippie poet*	8 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
EMPTY PAGES I just found two empty pages inside of my little notebook these blank blue pages can not go unfilled let me fill them with some kinds of words even if they are shit and go unheard. Dancing bears are on my walls a bird is pecking at my window... – *by mad hippie poet*	8 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
SATURDAY MORNING CARTOONS We sit inside my bed with the covers up to our heads. You came over to my house so we can watch Saturday morning cartoons my favorite was always tom&jerry and I know that I will be coming home soon because they are all gone by noon. I crawl into... – *by mad hippie poet*	18 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
INSIDE They keep calling me back to my ways of yesterday. I find myself alone yet they are still hunting me I am not the man I used to be. my journey is now a different one I found my voice I made my choice. I will not sit in your darkness as you bastards... – *by mad hippie poet*	3 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
ANOTHER LIFEFORM Where do I go when the day is through and the night no longer knows what to do? I set the stars on fire with my x-ray eyes and ride the tides of the planet's heartbeats because there is another lifeform out there. I hear my voice carrying in the... – *by mad hippie poet*	21 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
I do not know me Where do I go when the day is through and the night no longer knows what to do? I set the stars on fire with my x-ray eyes and ride the tides of the planet's heartbeats because there is another lifeform out there. I hear my voice carrying in the... – *by mad hippie poet*	3 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
GET ME THROUGH THE DAY Looking for that little bit of something to get me through the day, I opened my eyes this morning thankful but hating what they had to say. there is just too much going on and I do not care for what is being written inside the walls of their... – *by mad hippie poet*	33 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
YOU DO NOT KNOW MY STORY? I was the child who gave his mama a hard time every time he would go out and break into rhyme. no, I did not carry a gun but a notebook and pen in my hand. I was the poet with a gypsy soul until age and love got a hold of me opening my eyes to the... – *by mad hippie poet*	26 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
GOT IT RIGHT AT LAST I did not believe that I could be loved or find love again then you came along humming that angelic song, You have become my lover and best friend we hold the secrets of each other that no one we ever told. There are those days that we will... – *by mad hippie poet*	12 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
YOU ARE CALLING AGAIN are so beautiful & perfect just like a fallen angel from the skies never doubting always giving the answers to the whys. I know you are calling again, giving me all these signs of love that I found but it was you that sent me my heart and back... – *by mad hippie poet*	21 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
Stars What is it that you seek is it listening to you as you speak your prayer? the stars lay scattered in the nights sky shining their light sending messages to let you know someone is listening that you are not alone that something or someone out there... – *by mad hippie poet*	3 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
A CONVERSATION WITH MYSELF I look in the mirror every morning like the day before but today was not the typical day I started talking and carefully listening to every word that I had to say. I told myself damn I am so proud of you and I can not believe how you did not lose... – *by mad hippie poet*	21 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
COLD FINGERS There was a time that I held everything inside There was a time when I use to hide The blood in my heart is pumping and my bones are cold Even though it seems to be raining the sunshine is filling my soul, I do not need the hate and the anger to... – *by mad hippie poet*	14 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
FEET KEEPT MOVING There was a time that it seemed that I kept stepping into shit or something that wanted to keep me still. the doctors said here boy have another pill because we have many more if that one does not work it is really hit or miss and be sure to drink... – *by mad hippie poet*	17 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
SEDATED WORLD We met in a world that we had created in a reality that we do not talk about as we do suppose to when we are sedated, the nurses have us heavily medicated I like to watch you suffer I like to watch that pretty ugly head of yours burst with... – *by mad hippie poet*	10 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
MORNING I am moving in slow motion maybe they will not notice my tired eyes. my mouth feels like a ball of cotton and my ears are hearing the beat of the tribal drum this is not a car wreck after all that I have seen this is a crack in the universe and... – *by mad hippie poet*	8 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
FAMLY LIES TO grow up in the eyes of twilight darkness is to be awakened by the dusks early light nothing stands in front of me but the sun and the moon neither of them is really seen together and neither of them is all alone. they want me the same as I... – *by mad hippie poet*	12 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
THEY TOLD ME THAT I COULDN'T SO I DID IT TWICE They said to me back in school hey kid you will never go to college you are not even smart enough to be a garbage man, I replied what is wrong with those that work their fingers to the bone that will be me you are just an asshole with a degree. I... – *by mad hippie poet*	16 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
TRAILS OF MEMORIES INSIDE OF A DREAM I am thinking of you as your birthday comes near and the day that I hate the most is February 7th the day that you turned into a ghost. I told mama and sister that I no longer cry like I use to do and that I am at last healed but hell I always feel... – *by mad hippie poet*	18 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
SELLING PIECES You feel the need to sell your soul by the pound because you have mouths to feed so for the big boss man you carelessly bleed. you are just a number to them as you punch your time card even with your over price degree life is hard. These... – *by mad hippie poet*	10 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
MAGICIAN I am a magician with words I always find myself knowing what it is that I need to exactly say. Yet my love is gone here I stay. Never again will I find a heart-warm embrace. I am not sad this is just the look of loneliness that I wear on my... – *by mad hippie poet*	8 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
MY ONLY CHILD My only child died at such a young age my child did not see or learn much during their short period of time. I swear to you all that I would have given my life to catch that beautifully innocent child I do not remember their mother nor do... – *by mad hippie poet*	6 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
ONE One want love One wants only to be friends One is happy One is sad to see the fairytale end Did they ever have something? that was like steel strong if so where did they go wrong? At first, it was his happiness that mattered that was until... – *by mad hippie poet*	5 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
MY LOVE,HATE RELATIONSHIP WITH MY POETRY Do you know the words of my love felt anger towards poetry? the whispering sentences during the night to the blood moon to recite. the stars in the skies have become my best friends and cross-the-universe lovers. The Indian paints his face as he... – *by mad hippie poet*	13 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
PERFECTION IS NOT EVERYTHING As I look at your pale face I can not help to wonder where your attention lays on the other side, I hear you say what can you want from me when you already have everything? I have no love, so love can not be lost I keep my crooked finger... – *by mad hippie poet*	3 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
untitled#13 Another sleepless night thinking about all that is real and all these spinning emotions that are not my own but yet still feel. why do I need to be an empath I have been this way since I was born and even more since I shook hands with death and like... – *by mad hippie poet*	9 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
WINNERS AND LOSERS The storm is coming with the smell of rain and the sound of thunder as I keep dodging the bullets that begin to shoot at me with the bolts of lightning from Zeus himself.was it me that he was aiming at or would I have been a casualty of an ongoing... – *by mad hippie poet*	12 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
SPEAK OF THE DEVIL Do not smoke, and put on your seatbelt if you care to speak of the truth which you found inside the bottle of other people's lives and dreams. some travel by land, while others travel by sea to try to hold a conversation while constantly looking... – *by mad hippie poet*	13 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
THE KISS OF FIRE LAYED UPON MY LIPS Oh, the ancestors are speaking to me, or call them my Guardian Angels they are whispering in my head, in my ears you came this far without knowing what you know now so put on those tattered wings and see this through the nights stars will light your... – *by mad hippie poet*	11 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
CLEARLY WRITEN I am just a tiny fish swimming in the open sea even though the sharks can at any moment take a bite of me I still decide to swim free. so I put on my raincoat and carry on upstream the waves no longer seemed to be the same. It is always freezing... – *by mad hippie poet*	16 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
WALLS WITHOUT WINDOWS I sit here inside of this room that has no windows yet I see God damn everything. I hear even more when the morning birds do not sing so damn loud but like me, they are proud of the song that they are beginning to sing. I sit here wishing that... – *by mad hippie poet*	19 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
HANDS THAT ARE TIED I have been sitting here like I do every morning drinking my coffee and watching the news. I am no damn superhero I do not look flattering in tights and a cape, and I have no superpowers or secret decoder rings. all I have is the fight of a warrior... – *by mad hippie poet*	10 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
RAIN I sit here listening to the music that brings back memories of my youth when I thought that I knew everything about nothing, hell I was such a little shit. now that I am getting older and after my last health scare on the mend I wish I could build a... – *by mad hippie poet*	16 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
BACK AGAINST THE WALL One by one they will fall no I do not plan on causing anyone harm, yet they insist on twisting my arm. my back is against the wall, I feel as if I am a trapped circus animal inside of a cage, I am now becoming fueled with anger and hatred but that's... – *by mad hippie poet*	21 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
ARMOR I wear my heart on my sleeve so carelessly before I have to bleed for those who would not think twice to stop to breathe air into my dying lungs. there are those times that I feel as if I do not belong here as if I am not of this mind and space. I... – *by mad hippie poet*	10 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
unknown but why What do the Gods have planned for me? knowing that they can not seem to keep me down I still have work to do here my job is yet not done I was just starting to have some real fun. why do they always seem to keep calling me back to the ghettos of... – *by mad hippie poet*	12 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
SCARED Why the fuck am I so damn scared? I thought, at last, I was fine without knowing the things which I can not explain I am shivering with freight of what might come next. how many times can one man cheat death until it is his turn to... – *by mad hippie poet*	5 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
THE JOKE I like to have people think that they are laughing with me when deep inside I know they are laughing at me. I never claimed to be anything but different somewhat of an acquired taste. lately, life has been testing me to see how much I can take... – *by mad hippie poet*	18 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
UNTILED Here I lay inside this hospital bed my head spinning with all these questions that the doctors could not even answer. can this be my final curtain call being that death and I have been playing this game of cat and mouse and the son of a bitch has... – *by mad hippie poet*	12 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
EVERYONE Everyone is after the same damn thing only a few are not afraid to chase the tail of the dragon yet only one can be the true king we all know the end result of this life and that is why some of us are afraid to die so get on that paper plane and fly... – *by mad hippie poet*	13 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
AS I SIT HERE As I sit here at 12:31 a.m. December 31, 2023, I reflect on the year that has passed some people and things have gone and left but in my heart, mind, and soul I found self-love and another one that I know through the oncoming years will finally last... – *by mad hippie poet*	13 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
WHAT'S THE CALLING? A little man with only a voice and nothing in his almighty hand going up against a giant machine without a plan. his balls are getting bigger as he continues to piss them off no longer does he turn his head for them when they ask him to cough ... – *by mad hippie poet*	14 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
HEAVY EYES My eyes are heavy but not tired as I dust off the cobb webs from today's thoughts so damn many were rushing in and out of my head keeping me awake when I should I off been sleeping and those sons of bitches knew it Did I ever tell you since I... – *by mad hippie poet*	17 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
WHAT DO YOU LISTEN TO What do you listen to inside the silence of you of yourself and the silence of today's world? being the words spoken are not the same as we played with as innocent children a braver, kinder world. Now we are both getting older what are we trying... – *by mad hippie poet*	14 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
THE STRUGGLE AND THE FIGHT I climbed up that mountain many times there were a couple of times that I slid down their snow-covered lines I never knew what step I should take next to the challenge was not to break my neck. Fingers were always being pointed people had plenty... – *by mad hippie poet*	12 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
SOMETHING FROM NOTHING When you come from and have nothing you start to believe that is all you deserve when the moment arises that you begin to receive everything you asked for do you practice greed by asking for more? It does not have to be materialistic love or... – *by mad hippie poet*	24 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
AM I What is hidden deep inside of my mind the thought and memories that I was always told to hide even though I have slept I am still tired yet this is the time that I chose to be awake give what you want but be sure to take what you give what life am I... – *by mad hippie poet*	9 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
THE THINGS THAT NO LONGER SERVE ME Do not hold my past against me no longer do I live there I do not live in the future because living there is too high at this moment the rent of the present is all this wandering soul can afford I saw family, friends, and lovers leave only... – *by mad hippie poet*	10 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
HOLIDAYS It is cold outside everyone is in bed except for me I am the only one it Xmas eve and I work retail it is up to me to play one of the fat man's elves so these people that think we workers do not have families during the holidays can buy their last... – *by mad hippie poet*	9 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
THE STORM My mind is calm yet there is a storm brewing outside Everyone can smell it inside the air so they hurry to the store to pick up those 3 items that they can not live without milk, eggs, and bread hoping that they have enough to be fed but yet they... – *by mad hippie poet*	9 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
THOUGHTS OF A NEW PEACE I found myself falling to pieces too many damn times I would collect the shards of remains to create something new never having the right type of glue but the last time it was not needed because I decided to wear those scars as some kind of badge... – *by mad hippie poet*	251 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
ATTRACTION I was not attracted to you because of your body I was drawn to you because of your beautiful mind it took one sentence from your lips to know that you were my kind what lies inside of the gut of my belly is not butterflies because this dance as... – *by mad hippie poet*	6 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
NOT OF THIS TIME NOR PLACE I find myself here in a place that I have found myself before time and time again losing and picking up lovers and friends some decided to sleep while others decided to stop hitting the snooze button and wake the fuck up so many people towards our... – *by mad hippie poet*	11 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
REALITY What is it to dream of a world created inside of the walls of your own reality everything that we know since the day we were born was man-made it is a new awakening and those beliefs are starting to fade I took that spoon out of my mouth a long... – *by mad hippie poet*	14 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
THE ROAD THROUGH HELL Do you not think that over the last two years that I have been through enough It seems everything that I have been working for is slipping through my hands? Why must I again travel down this road to hell? I must remember who the fuck I am and walk... – *by mad hippie poet*	12 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
READING MY CARDS It is early Sunday morning I open my eyes thankful for another day. I have not been feeling like myself for a while. I see things and numbers that to some are hard to explain. The weatherman says today will be a mix of snow and rain. I go... – *by mad hippie poet*	11 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
FIRE I got the passion I lit the fire I burned all the bridges and cut ties with those I knew were liars. I got the passion I got soul inside of this new fight for life who has the matches so I can set this bitch on fire I had too many nightmares... – *by mad hippie poet*	21 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
WALKING A NEW PATH When you choose to walk a new path you find out who will follow you when you reach the fork in the road. When you choose to love yourself first over all the things that over the years you have been told, that is when you find out who will always... – *by mad hippie poet*	18 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
FOR SOME IT IS HARD TO TALK ABOUTH DEATH Here I sit with memories not nightmares of my own death once in a while I remember the times that they thought it would be the last of my breath some would say I was lucky that the EMTs got there fast I say I have a higher calling and it just was... – *by mad hippie poet*	16 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE IS A TEACHER Open your eyes and your mind will follow There is a lesson to be taught inside of everything when you care to listen so you can understand that is when the world and angels within decide to sing to you a song of your own I am an old soul I... – *by mad hippie poet*	14 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
THE HIPPIE AND THE MUSLIM What happens when a hippie and a Muslim meet? Two worlds collide and a love affair starts two star-crossed lovers with hidden truths inside their heart I recall the first day we spoke I was at work You said excuse me Sir are you broke? You... – *by mad hippie poet*	15 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
HEY LIFE YOU HIT LIKE A BITCH The time has come no longer do I feel like I am coming undone. I took life by the balls and said whoever you may be you hit like a bitch so come on throwing your punches at me you might have given me a couple of black eyes but my mind is now open... – *by mad hippie poet*	15 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
CREATING SOMETHING NEW PAST VERSIONS OF MYSELF G Let me be the one to hold you underneath the xmas tree this the season I hate the most because of old memories but with you I want to create something new You have been the best gift that I ever had I love how we wipe away each others tears when... – *by mad hippie poet*	21 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
PAYING FOR THE SINS OF MY UNKNOWN FATHER I met you once along time ago so many questions that I wanted to ask you. you kept side stepping me through out the years hoping the truth of the answers like the silience inside of a storm they would disappear Like a child playing hide and go... – *by mad hippie poet*	19 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
I SIT HERE WITH MYSELF NOT LIKE I DID BEFORE I sit here alone inside this room yet I know she is right in bed next to me I have no crystal ball I meditate to clear my mind this time last year I knew neither her nor peace all I knew was the years of hatred and guilt. and pain that still in... – *by mad hippie poet*	15 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
DO NOT STOP Where do dreams go to die is it inside of your heart or your mind? there is no set time to reach them as long as you do it is not up to others it is up to you. so please remember who the hell you are being you have the heart of a warriors soul ... – *by mad hippie poet*	19 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
ANGELS I know the four of you are looking over me opening my mind and heart so I no longer blindly see I was so full of anger and hate now after letting shit go I am seeing signs of everything that I should have known I needed to heal I needed to grow ... – *by mad hippie poet*	23 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
RABBIT HOLE Religion and Spirituality are two different things they both speak of Heaven and Hell and Gods One speaks out of Fear while the other speaks from experience of being them and being there I walked through every fire without my wings being... – *by mad hippie poet*	28 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
NEVER JUDGE A PERSON BY THEIR COVER A deaf man approached me to ask for directions initially; I did not notice his impairment; I am Italian and often talk with my hands. It was not until he started to speak in some flaming foreign tongue that I might have chosen not to understand ... – *by mad hippie poet*	19 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
NOT SLEEPING ANYMORE Lately, I have been hiding inside the things that use to scare me while embracing the darkness and walking through the shadows, I am still a little fucked up yet I am trying to spread my love and light. I am looking inside the moment while... – *by mad hippie poet*	16 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
WORDS HAVE POWER I at last found the voice that I lost so many years ago I found a purpose inside of these rhymes and poor grammar that you never really did understand. all you ever said was why do you always have a pen and paper in hand? Dear Mama in my teenage... – *by mad hippie poet*	15 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
JIMMY I was sitting here with nowhere to go sitting here with these memories of you. Why in the hell did you have to leave so damn soon? It has been almost 33 years since your soul left your borrowed body, yet once in a while, I catch myself crying. The... – *by mad hippie poet*	108 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
IT IS THAT TIME OF YEAR AGAIN THE TIME I HATE THE MOST It is that time of year again the time that I hate the most I try so fucking hard to keep the thought out of my head all my loved ones are dying or are ready dead hell I was almost a ghost my damn self so I can only imagine the tears that would... – *by mad hippie poet*	15 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
BECOME THE PERSON YOU WERE MEANT TO BE Set your mind at ease there is no need to drop to your knees and pray for forgiveness for you have not committed any type of sin the religion and the Gods come from within Be the Tiger the Dragon the Buddha become the person you were meant to be... – *by mad hippie poet*	28 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
LIFE AFTER DEATH OR DEATH AFTER LIFE Life after death or death after life coming back from the dead you see and look at things with new fresh eyes you listen more closely as people speak of their fears of dying and how they explain what they think the after world is like I speak from... – *by mad hippie poet*	42 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
FEELING THE ITCH I am slipping on the words which I care to write I want to strip down these thoughts that I so desperately want to put on this page I want to get naked and raw and be that little bit of something that someone has never seen or heard before by the... – *by mad hippie poet*	21 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
THINK FOR YOURSELF The government gave you a number your parents gave you your name. They continued to provide you with the same flavor of Kool-Aid to drink, so all your life, it was their words and beliefs they wanted you to think. The black sheep is the prettiest... – *by mad hippie poet*	25 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
A TRIP OR A DREAM THEY ALL SEEM THE SAME Nuns wearing their habits running across my sidewalk single file screaming what religion lives here what cross do you bear it is not the same one that you were born into because your mind was just too damn strong we ran out of laundry soap for... – *by mad hippie poet*	29 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
IN PAIN BUT I WON'T CRY LIKE A BITCH Hell these last two weeks have been hell The cold used to be like an old friend warming my bones and tickling my nose with its different patterns of snowflakes I use to enjoy the love letters that you so carelessly left underneath the wiper blade... – *by mad hippie poet*	14 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
I HAVE NOT SPOKEN OF THE TRUTH IN YEARS I have not spoken of the truth in years I have not felt the need to care up until now You know how I am, I do not want those things that I can not feel inside of my hand something that might just give me a reason to believe in this season I open... – *by mad hippie poet*	49 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
HIGH WHATEVER IT MAY BE It is the high that smacks you in the face stinging because outside is winter this high whatever it may be does not even have the balls to look you in the eyes this high that carries no name as so many surprises tucked up their coat sleeve making... – *by mad hippie poet*	10 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
LOST FRIEND While at my parents' house I went to my favorite playground the attic oh how my eyes were surprised with sheer delight I felt like a giddy schoolgirl over what I found All the musty-smelling books of all the poetry I ever wrote the words between... – *by mad hippie poet*	60 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
THE SONG AND DANCE OF THE DEAD MAN The Dead Man walks alone while rolling himself a bone searching for the truth the love the fears with his borrowed heart the original one turned black The Dead Man looks for a message inside of every church's cracked dusty mirror staying clear... – *by mad hippie poet*	22 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
MUST I must allow myself to like mission impossible message destruct to feel these feelings of melancholy that I feel for you deep inside of my withering heart I must be knocked down and torn apart I allowed you like a raccoon in the middle of the... – *by mad hippie poet*	33 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
SUMMER SWEAT My naked body is full of summer sweat my mind is tired from such a wonderful fuck on the beach all that it wants to do is sleep and forget I stand by watching her bleed for me, she no longer has a need all that I was to her was a summer... – *by mad hippie poet*	40 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
VAMPIRE KISSES Pull down the tattered shades sit back put on some Grateful Dead American Beauty watch as the colors fade into the cloud of smoke I do not want to go outside I am too fucking high so please turn down or turn off the light I am leaning over the... – *by mad hippie poet*	19 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
AWAKEN What happens when the hunter becomes the hunted? You awaken a sleeping dragon inside of his cave now refusing to behave and ready to spit his fire and wanting to burn the villages peoples asses he is not the same gentle giant that he was in the... – *by mad hippie poet*	11 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
I AM A DOLL I am a doll stuffing for my guts I am a doll to you I am nothing real because for you I want to feel My arms and legs just hang I am a doll I am your puppet tied to your strings I can not get headaches because I do not have ears to hear the... – *by mad hippie poet*	22 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
WARMTH OF YOUR FADING KISS I just fell on my face again I just put my foot in my mouth with dog shit on my brand-new Air Jordans winter is over yet I think I will head down south I have my bottle of the cheapest wine I have you on my love-swollen mind I can not look at... – *by mad hippie poet*	20 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
WAITING FOR THE BREAK-UP CALL The phone does not ring at all tonight I will not expect you to call I can apologize for my words and staring at another girl's tits and ass but I swear to you she means nothing to me look the pages are not even sticky I can say that I am sorry... – *by mad hippie poet*	21 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
BLOW JOB The moon is now glowing bright against the color of your skin no longer is your hair covered in sunlight. my head is like a record it just keeps spinning until you revealed my thoughts. I could not speak one damn single sound, I could only... – *by mad hippie poet*	53 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
I HATE HOSPITALS Hooked to a machine enabling me to peacefully dream my mouth is open with tubes up my nose and down my throat my eyes are just not ready to scream Hold me in your arms all night long at this moment i do not feel like myself I am not very... – *by mad hippie poet*	16 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
STARE DOWN This is not a park and I do not play on the swings I wish that I could find a word to name this thing All that you do is look at me with a mad woman's stare it is not even into my eyes, you say, what has happened to your voice it use to take my... – *by mad hippie poet*	17 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
YOU DO NOT GET ENJOYMENT OUT OF FUCKING THE ALREADY FUCKED You do not get enjoyment out of fucking the already fucked the sun is burning out the brightness of the stars falling from the already fading skies If you take the time to piss your life away you will quickly miss the test you ask me how I am I... – *by mad hippie poet*	18 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
The man The man is coming to bring me down the man in this winter blizzard says he does not like my kind The man who is dressed in such a depressing shade of blue shoots his mouth off barking orders at me like a dog barks a cat up the tree The man... – *by mad hippie poet*	16 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
FOOLISH LITTLE BOY Foolish little boy do you not know that you are just a toy? please do not do this to yourself, foolish little boy it is of no surprise so will you not open your eyes The foolish little boy she sits there not saying a word as you in a manic write... – *by mad hippie poet*	13 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
I KNEW A GIRL SHE IS DOING PORN NOW I knew a girl she's doing porn now when I knew her she didn't even know how, I knew a girl who had her breast enlarged when I knew her she could never take charge I knew a girl who was always giving her heart, I knew a girl who wanted to make a... – *by mad hippie poet*	22 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
USE YOUR VOICE You were given a voice use it for there is no such thing as time only memories what one's do you care to take what one's do you care to make? Be careful if you hold your heart inside a paper cup it just might spill. there are such wonderful and... – *by mad hippie poet*	12 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
OPEN THE BOX Here I am in a square box; I am so scared I am looking for a way out. All I can do is walk about. Why can't someone come and save me? I no longer want to be here. I see people laughing and playing Mama. Why cannot they be there? I want you to be... – *by mad hippie poet*	436 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
CHARACTERS INSIDE OF A STORY Everyone is some sort of a character in someone else's story for how long they stay remains on how long the words are that they need to say and the lesson that they were sent to teach even when they are gone the angels and demons are still within... – *by mad hippie poet*	276 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
THE MIDNIGHT RAMBLINGS OF A POETIC MIND THE BIRTH OF MAD HIPPIE POET Like Clark Kent is Super Man I am the mad hippie poet with the almighty pen in hand I don’t need tights and a cape sit back relax listen to the words which I recite if I get you to smile, laugh or cry who knows I just might. Not much to do about... – *by mad hippie poet*	68 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
SHADOW DANCING Dancing with the devil and demons of the past, present, and future until I notice that I am dancing with my shadow inside of the night's moonlight. Lately, I found myself struggling to look for the warmth of the falling sun, looking for the warmth... – *by mad hippie poet*	23 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
QUESTIONS GONE UNANSWERED INSIDE THE MIND OF A WONDERING SOUL I strip myself naked for all to see, I am just an old soul who is trying to remain grounded and free. they forced-fed me their versions of religion, politics, sexuality, and authority trying to shame me for my given name. I say fuck them no one is... – *by mad hippie poet*	21 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
HOW MUCH A YEAR CAN CHANGE WHO YOU ARE Words and reactions are the reflections of those who hold them be they lies or truths depending on how one suggests them. for myself, they are a mirror to the soul a story starting to unfold like a ball of yarn waiting to be spun What has... – *by mad hippie poet*	20 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
222 What's up with always seeing that out-of-place number 222? everywhere I go it seems like those digits are always flying out of somewhere right straight toward me. I no longer dream because like secret agents they are always following to the point... – *by mad hippie poet*	29 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
SPIRIT OF FREEDOM I have been fighting since the day I was born, so even as a God damn baby, a young child, I was always myself, by myself always trying to get through another one of their days their way. That shit just was not me My older brother, my living idol,... – *by mad hippie poet*	35 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
REAL LIFE TRUE STORY Nothing is ever going to change my soul, I am not a mother fucking con man I am not going to bullshit you while trying to sell a rusted-out used car so all I ask for you to try to see and understand A vision through my poetry a real true story... – *by mad hippie poet*	31 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
I SMOKE WEED AND KNOW THINGS IT IS MY SUPER POWER I am feeling a little manic today, lately, it seems like another joy ride of a day I pick up my almighty sword for some unearthly reason lately I have a lot of knowledge that somewhere inside the back walls of my mind I kept stored over a thousand... – *by mad hippie poet*	43 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
DANCE OF LIFE THANK THE GODS I AM BACK On October 12 2020 I had a cardiac arrest and a traumatic brain injury I died twice, and I saw things inside of those vivid moments that I can not explain without coming across as one who runs with the mentally insane. you are not supposed to... – *by mad hippie poet*	346 Views added 1 year ago	Rating
THE MORE SILIENT I AM.THE MORE DANGEROUS I BECOME I am starting to learn to move in silence once again, my words have become weapons of my forever choice, I do not need my hands but my treasured mind to inflict the games of the non-violent verbal uprising to elevate our hearts and soul. There... – *by mad hippie poet*	33 Views added 1 year ago	Rating