The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally...
Emptier than I had intended
What I wanted to say suddenly became this disfigured shape. I don’t even know what it is, but I know that I once thought about it. I have only the memory of thoughts that existed, and now it suddenly feels emptier than I had intended.
I wanted a coke from Popeyes cuz my stomach was hurting after practice. I went there and it turned out that they only had Mountain Dew, Pepsi, Dr. Pepper, Brisk Rasberry, Pink Lemonade, and Lemonade, so I just filled up my lil cup with Mountain Dew and then Dr. Pepper afterwards. I think those were the drinks anyway. Anyways, I met this conspiracy person at Popeyes today. Well, I listened to him...
A day for vitamin C
Lol. So, I went on my adventure to the market today, planning to buy a pack of boxers from Target and a half gallon carton of orange juice from Fresh & Easy, and hoping that I would get some vitamin whatever—which just so happens to be vitamin D—from the sun on my walk to these two places. Well, I ended up at GNC somehow on my way to Target and instead of buying my pack of boxers,...
I actually like seeing stacked dishes in the sink, except they can’t have any food in them. … I don’t care about my dissatisfaction mentioned in my previous post anymore. … Death is greed. Life is greed. Just don’t go dressing it up, please. … My abdominal muscle, spleen, or something in the middle is so sore that it hurts to laugh. But I’ll laugh for...
Wrote this while listening to Paradise by Coldplay. He walked out into the cold and suddenly everything was reminiscent of the hard work that was sold. As he stood outside, overhead clouds streamed by. They came and went from one city to another, not even affecting him, not even being a bother. His eyes stared at a time and a place when and where problems and solutions had already abate. The...
Sometimes I just become so dissatisfied with my ability to put thoughts into words.
Do you think that your actions should warrant my distrust?
I love this line given to me.
I can’t write pomes anymore. I’m demoting myself to a word picker. / Scratch that. I’m Benson Thai. Just Benson Thai.
Episode 2 of the Rhymes that went nowhere
Friends, anime, book, games, words, music, night,...
Cover me up
Come with me and watch the darkness set. Wear any outfit that won’t cause you to fret. In the light, us two lovers shall dwell, waiting for darkness to watch it be felled. A blanket of stars pervades our atmosphere. They flicker with your eyes and you let out a tear. I pick out my pretty piece of twill and watch as it flutters with the wind that chills. Let us remain in this perfectly...
Results of wrestling Dec. 17, 2011
4 fingers feel a bit sprained two big bruises on legs 1 semi deep cut in my finger bleeding behind the knee small scrapes here and there and lastly, dry lips. Also, the typical soreness.
The Nothing Right Now Within me
The nothing right now within me means something that I envy. This empty feeling I have inside desires to touch an ice cream pie. For lack of better words, I probably won’t be properly heard. But this is of no concern, Because so far, nothing has not been discerned. Words alone I use to write nothing that I regard as profuse. I hope you enjoy this nothing. For it is a proper double...
Mood changes not with the wind
Mood changes not with the wind, But rather, changes at the arrival of decision. Although, breeze by like the wind it can with one decision to brush it with a hand. Thoughts and others compose its direction eventually manifesting mood’s felt vision. The mood opens its eyes wide in such a way that it won’t lie. Then what it does is act like a spring, resisting force and swinging...
So, there was this squirrel today
So, there was this squirrel today running parallel to the track, on the telephone lines, stopping whichever way. Twenty minutes later, I was in the middle of practice, hoping to god that I could escape the encompassing black lattice. Soon, there were roaring winds and booming thunder, However, no one else gave the squirrel a wonder. What the squirrel did to me remains unknown, But I hope right...
Pote’s note- talk about this squirrel later. Right now, I gotta do hw and feel like talking to friends and family.
Three Empty Seats
Pote’s note- I wish this meant more to me, but it almost means more than nothing. Somehow I got lost and these three empty seats, the pome, showed me the way. Thanks and echoes. Three empty seats Were once filled with three pairs of feet. Today they were absent And tomorrow they will be present. They usually walk along to the blacktop counter, Gathering around seeming safe and sounder....
I Slap that Bitter melon
I actually did this before I thought of writing about it. I slap the bitter melon with the butt of my spoon. While it lay in the soup, it looks so crude. I hit it again to punish it more For being such an eating chore. Finally, I cut it in half, Thinking about what rhymes with calf. Then comes the final bite, Putting it up to a greater fight. The taste pervades the soup, Evidently, taking me...
Some Suit Case
I am a suit case with things you got. I have everything that you have sought. I am filled with things that have made you felt. I can’t help it to see you melt. I roll on the ground on the trips across. It comes as a shock as to why I’m tossed. I’m closed and protective all day long, Defending your precious from dangerous prongs. At last, life will take me from you And use me...
Sometimes peaceful music makes me feel like causing some chaos. Sucks to be sick again. But I’m learning physics again. Hooray. Practice at 3. Dread the cold. ____ There’s a steel beam floating in the sky A child plays, a child cries… The beam falls with a clanking sound People’s heads turn around.
Something you wrote made me mad
Stop thinking that you’re too young to love or marry. That’s just a modern norm to marry or love a little late, isn’t it? When something went wrong with a relationship, don’t say that he/she never loved me. You piss me off. We aren’t perfect. This is why you don’t teach people to be perfect, but teach to improve. I’ve liked girls since I was in preschool....
Kevin, the song you posted, Alex Soot & Chad Sugg - The One That Got Away + Use Somebody was really nice. I was thinking about feeling a gentle wind and felt like going to sleep. This was perfect and matched—what I’m guessing is—my mood. Paint brushes, massage, ice, sleep, listening, hearing, drinking, sleep, love, hugs, warm, cuddle, running, passion, rising, floating,...
Big text that felt good to write
*I need a break from writing what I usually write. Shoot. I really like something about you. I watch birds fly away and I think of you. I don’t know why, but it makes me feel relieved. I’ve been feeling better, getting stronger everyday. I’m also thinking better in many ways. There’s something I love, but I can’t explain. It’s real good, though, and makes me...
Based Off of Your Words
What I mean doesn’t mean anything to me in the stream of things that mean something to me. Hypocritical I can be with words that come out you will see. Always changing and never straight. Easy to say and easy to hate. Judge not on my flapping bill, but sit and watch as sacred meaning fills. Pote’s note: I apologize if this might provoke you. More than anything, it just sort of meant...
I have this contemporary memory Of you, of this, of that. Of we, of miss, of Matt. Of all, of is, of attacks. Of matter, of beautiful, of Benson’s back. Sense makes no sense ‘Less read without tense. Also, the time order of memories’ quarters Don’t matter to the audience/sorter. Figure it out From up to down I laughed out loud If you didn’t find that out....
Some Random Hair
Pote’s note: Killing some time during a Hamlet movie. It stares At itself unbare Questions why it’s so way up there Standing up and going down Both boys and girls it is bound. Care it wants Both gel and spray are taunts. Angered by sleep It even weeps at the wake of heat. For a partner it wants. That is no less what daunts. Settle it will upon the time it receives. After, then it will...
There's Gum on the Ground
Everything’s a beauty From the gum on the ground to the pupil profound Only that the state of being Has a queer awe struck meaning. Existing here Rather than way out there Where beauty shifts or neither exists. There beauty is to even beauty stiffs.
The Mind May Be a Prison
The words that never meet paper Travel the mind of Mr. Maker. Circle they do round the brain, Driving Mr. Maker insane. Jumps on the freeway, wanting to travel fast Only to realize that sound doesn’t last. Out it goes While out of out it tows The few lugged minutes Being thought in prisons.
There's a Man Who Once Looked Young
Pote’s note- Damn, I’m pretty tired. This is for you, though, one of infinity. Your picture, a word, and a voice. There’s a man who once looked young, Smiled from his piano and greeted everyone. After a few years he looked old and wasted. It seemed like it was something too much he tasted. Nevertheless, he continued to sing With his heart out, and for some reason, on a beach...
Episode 1 of the Rhymes That Went Nowhere
1. Where do you find art In a world so stark…. 2. That last chocolate chip…. (was at the end of my fiber one wrapper strip) 3. Age is a number to keep track But your mind is where you’re actually at…. 4. The world is an assumption, a fluid of subtle consumption… Pote’s note- I gotta somehow be able to find better music or I might just have to learn to play an...
A Workaholic You Are
A workaholic I am. Rather drunk from the day, I am drunk on work. Every day’s a long continuous hangover. My mind is filled with thoughts and facts That as a child seemed a tax. These thoughts now need a new direction, It is not good guidance to strive fro perfection. Be realistic, working chum, Don’t turn kids into thinking bums. Grow on land they do and will, Therefore inundating...
Writer’s note- I’m a pote, not a poet. What’s mine is not mine I have nothing It is the world that I deny What a lonely puppy Denial I bring ‘cross the river bridge Over the arch, over the vertex Through going up and coming down I have discovered something tangentially profound Though lonely a puppy I am In the modern world that I stand There lies a certain beauty That...
I Look At You From a Distance
I look at you from a distance I see the sun behind you It steals from my eyes a beautiful sight Darkness comes and covers the skies It takes from me a grief filled sigh I look at you from a distance I spy a human leg It blocks the way and all hope won’t beg I see the way that things are now I won’t lie, I shall not bow Return I will to the world robbed of sight Looking through...
Speak With Your Eyes
Speak with your eyes With those, I can’t deny Words play tricks But eyes reveal The way i feel Which is never sealed Look at my eyes See through my lies I am what you see through what i see too Pictures, pictures I’m not too sure An image, a memory, a word, and a knife Of curse it’s a course of life.