Restless With Requiem

Can this just be the present 

 

That everyday is 

 

Even with a nemesis

 

Or without even saying 

 

Wanting the same Even if it's in different shades

 

Or different context 

 

If we don't attend its not a test 

 

A testimony for what doesn't seem to matter 

 

Because if seams are what we sew and rather 

 

Then we can go and gather 

 

What we need and drive home through the pitter patter

 

Slip just to catch it 

 

And wish it never happens 

 

But what we are without it 

 

Battle just to grab it 

 

Stabbing myself in the foot 

 

And heal it out of habit

 

And feel it with the madness 

 

Steal it with a passion that's more than passive 

 

Even if that's an evening of our actions

 

You know how it can feel like this is the last trip?

 

Don't you know that when something falls you can still catch it? 

 

Drifting from the topic 

 

Stop it 

 

Ride on because we want thrills

 

Because we got chills 

 

Look out because we've got views 

 

Like nobody else

 

Like what nobody tells 

 

Because we're holding up appearances

 

Like mirrors in our devices 

 

And our vices to deal with it  

 

So it's alright if its inexact I just want be in this zone

 

It's more than a loan

 

Is it something or other?

 

Well if you already know

 

Still not ready to go

 

On and on 

 

Like it's clothes when it's cold

 

We go on and on 

 

Like we're clothes when it's cold 

 

To be our own campaign

 

Brew our own champaign

 

Seeing through old lamp shades

 

See the roads regardless if snow blank lanes 

 

One track mind because they tax mine

 

Until we get to snore there's no relaxing causing acne 

 

And our faces can still make shapes without noises 

 

Understand that we're dying so we pick our own poison

 

Koi fish intertwined we are all so typical

 

Miserable pinnacles of ourselves until we're old 

 

How ironic

 

Like an icon that's toxic 

 

Then it's not 

 

Never want to be a zombie

 

Or a villain with a working heart

 

As we wander to find our parts

 

Detached and scattered 

 

Relax with battered foods

 

and our attention spans take off from 

 

the casual laughter 

 

Dont want to spoil anything

 

But the fruits of my labors tell me that I have to

 

Like cash rules

 

And loving instructions

 

When you're not there, yet...

 

Like offbeat percussion

 

We're changing rhythm like

 

How city lights look different when youre in them

 

Speaking in innuendos now

 

Can you remember then though?

 

Senseless like a smiling adult

 

Why cant we have those dreams 

 

Times like these we dont even have the room to breathe 

 

Try and hold it 

 

Moments 

 

Keep them warm when you squeeze them

 

Didn't even have photos then 

 

Still now i can see it 

 

Even if it is skewed 

 

Even if it isn't true 

 

Check the news

 

it couldnt be if it isn't you 

 

So hope that you can leave what you didnt choose alone 

 

Hope that you can keep what you did choose alone 

 

Maybe you can salvage a perfect picture in ruined homes 

 

Maybe theres a flower sprouting out of the cracks of ruined roads 

 

At times this thinking is unhealthy like these newest folds 

 

Sleeping to remember but that keeps me up till like 2 or 4 

 

Lookin out my window in the morning when the dew is cold 

 

Lookin at my phone and wondering what do you do this for 

 

And not knowing is torture 

 

Like trying to ignore her 

 

Or trying afford her

 

And she is just a thought 

 

Wait, let me stop 

 

Like a bad habit 

 

Like having high standards because of that classic 

 

More than just witty banter and rhyme patterns 

 

More like horrible orifices and a warm pitter patter 

 

Cliches that might matter 

 

Finding shade in a space where words can be inspired that inspire laughter 

 

And be able to walk for miles after 

 

It could have been a million at that  

 

Rich off of whatever it is that clicked

 

Pushing buttons like robots but not indifferent 

 

And we all know those can be settled 

 

Not always better off lookin for something better 

 

But you better be smiling even through awful weather 

 

And you oughta be thinking 

 

Isn't that what were meant for 

 

That's what we spent for 

 

I wonder why we short all of our mentors 

 

Never pay attention. half of that is what we are bent for 

 

The pet store never called me back

 

What are all of these resumes sent for?

 

And now I'll go print more 

 

And it almost seems like thats all that were in for 

 

Till a time out is found to get lost in the times 

 

Getting lost when its just not the time 

 

Checking pockets for dimes

 

Messing up and pushing all of your options aside 

 

Then redrawing what you saw in your mind 

 

Before you started to lay in the sun 

 

Got burnt, got dark, feeling done

 

Spread a curse, moved on, got some 

 

Looked around, put in words, karma

 

Back around now its on and I stay up 

 

And we want it all 

 

But its never a given

 

When all we ever wanted Is hard to envision

 

As if it was far too encrypted

 

And im no good with this scripting 

 

I just want to find the perfect caption 

 

After capturing the perfect image

 

Even if there are Perforations it's just so we cool off with what we were given 

 

Loop holes are like new coasts

 

Went through those and now were too close to forget our incentives 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world
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