UMBRELLABONES2099
RHYME AND REASON
"You come up with that all by yourself?"
Poetry, another outlet that provides me with the means to express myself in a way that is different from visual art. Although some of my writings make reference to pop-culture and comic books, my poems are all-original. Have a look down below to see how much I love rhyming.
ATHENAEUM
Vacant, blank, lifeless, hollow. Shelving spines, dust to follow. Numbers in corners, pages thin. Palm slides down, it breaks the skin. Maybe coarse in texture or heavy to hold. With yellow grime turning old. Could be leather, but likely not. Pinkish slip when you forgot. Lonely aisles with carpet bleak. Gummy wood that loves to creak. Years of writing are lost in time. Maybe there’s even stairs to climb. Pick and try to scratch the surface. Borrow the dead, you cannot purchase. Absent noise, not an echo. Design is stuck, remains art deco. Shut men up who try to speak. Cobwebs every day of the week. Centuries ago, the last withered employee. Faded away, nothing to see. Once treasured, held in high regard. Now no one uses their library card.
VILE IN-SIGHT
Transparent skin
Heart bends the light
Morals disappear
With empathy at night
But now untraceable
No shadow, no eyes
Wrapped in bandages
His only disguise
Even before leaving
The visible plain
He stood out of sight
All effort, no gain
Overlooked, unwanted
Let down, disregarded
Bitterness to greed
When he feels broken-hearted
His science breeds evil
No glimpse of hesitation
Experiments gone right
But wrong for temptation
Look away from the norm
Become a new being
Violence against people
No clue what they're seeing
From hollow apathy
What's left is clear
Make great use
Of striking fear
His own league of monster
Universal crimes, no less
Authorities baffled
But he carries no stress
Gruesome acts committed
Bloody wraps so unclean
What he'll do next
Remains to be seen
From zero to threatening
All impulse no plan
Mistreatment and alchemy
Built the invisible man
AFFECTION EVERLASTING
It seems time has come for me
To be brave and do the deed
But, am I ready to ask?
The rose was the easy task
Time is here, time to begin
Will she join me? Or stay in?
A “date” sounds so suspenseful
Take her hand slow and gentle
Give affection, joy, and rest
Ask questions, hope for the best
What is love? Join me and you'll know
Love is the decision to never let someone go
VAPID
Bottled up and toxic
Indifference empowers
Needed a lock pick
Atop some flowers
Trust is spent
“Poison us” cliche
Know not where you went
Just know you’re away
Craving your venom
The jealous void
Kills me to let them
Heal what you destroyed
I beg to a storm cloud
Your reign over me
A lovely shroud
Like a kiss from thee
Our favorite weather
This gray cocoon
My love letters
Are fading soon
Although I am growing
Alone I have cried
At the fear of knowing
I’d forgive what you tried
Say it’s self-sabotage
I argue in woe
I’ve seen the mirage
I call it self-less though
This affliction I can’t tell
Where I am rowing
Or when I have felt
The pain is slowing
One communion
A final attempt
Adrift reunion
Lost in contempt
MEANS NO HARM
Imbued with self-doubt
Blessed with second guessing
The easy way out
Is happy depressing
He’s feeling alone
Thoughts turn to temptation
No one to call home
Reconciliation
Hesitation dead
Gone away like a weed
Solemn tilts his head
As his wrists fall and bleed
ACROSTIC DARK KNIGHT BEGINNINGS
Beware the menace of the brave and bold
At night he’ll deliver justice untold
Those weary of innocence, hope, and life
May encounter his vigilant strife
Atop his silhouette sits angry white eyes
Now ready to complete his imposing disguise
BURTONISMS
Halloween, black and orange
Squeaky house, rusty door hinge
Christmas sleigh, scissor hands
Karloff bandage, see through man
October is his favorite time
London fog and greenish slime
Mr. Wayne’s yellow belt
Cat, penguin, Joker melt
Gothic Suburb, Wonderland
Wonka chocolate, severed hand
Creature from the black lagoon
Enough to make Helena swoon
Beetlejuice, Christopher Lee
A Big fish, Frankenweenie.
Jack and Sally, had no friend
Spiral staircase, boogie men
Big adventure, missing bike
Number 9 and Vincent Price
Flying elephant, Vampire
Barbershop, gunfire
Giant Peach and dying trees
Winona, Keaton, niceties
Just say hopscotch Victor, Scraps
Dark shadows under wraps
Peculiar Child, super man
Big eyes, rubber band
Elfman Danny, Oingo Boingo
Better off going solo
Headless guy rides his horse
Saturn, Mars, plan a course
Mr. Depp going mad
Henry Selick never had
Billy, Nell, Eva, Tim
Closed heart, locked within
Hot Topic clothing sold
Burton tried to break the mold
FLOWERS & TREES
She thinks of nature as just flowers and trees
She admires their glow in the soft breeze
She sees more than color in the green grass
She sighs and lets the whole day pass
She is sitting beside the flowers and trees
She takes a breath of comfort and ease
She doesn’t want to leave or blink
She lets the moment continue to sink
She ignores the sky and wandering clouds
She drowns out the noise of passing crowds
She loves the flowers and elegant trees
She’s glad the day so happily agrees
GRIM GUILT
My guilt is my strength
My guilt is my power
My guilt is shame
My guilt is sour
My guilt is my pleasure
My guilt is alive
My guilt is bold
My guilt is my drive
My guilt is my secret
My guilt is a fact
My guilt is coarse
My guilt is intact
My guilt is unbroken
My guilt is art
My guilt is slow
My guilt is my heart
My guilt is old
My guilt is deep
My guilt is distracting
When I try to sleep
THE LIFE IN A DAY
Nearly hit by the sunlink
got a bloody nose
walked til the brink
of aching toes
assignment gone missing
internet dead
classmates are hissing
and I haven't been fed
my week in a nutshell
troubles seem to stay
if being busy is hell
then take me away
A PEOPLE OF ECHOING FOLLY
Man takes his sacraments, one through seven
We forge a prison at the gates of heaven
Man sees smoke and fading flame
We know not who will take the blame
Man stumbles on love, dreams, desire
We humble few cannot be admired
Man made machines with which we are drunk
We cannot put down the glittering junk
Man also built power, guts, and brawn
We chop our nose at the brink of dawn
Man's imagination runs rampant, chaotic
We act on impulse or behave robotic
Man checks his wallet, finds the face of a friend
We gaze at the absence of a material bend
Driven to mania time and again
Our solace amiss when approaching the end
Talent unchecked, unwanted and gone
No hope of attaining dreams we spawned
Hold them tightly, see the dotted line
Find common ground when we've run out of time
Bias, pressure not a match made in stars
When they wear the mask I am bizarre
True faces come clean when left out to dry
The system is right, I am the bad guy
Must draw nearer to fleets of dread
No demons outmatch the ones in our head
Stuck in a pattern, chains to behold
Unwilling to break the echoes of old
UNTRUSTING
Feminine figure
Fairly forward
Found familiar
Faked the former
Mystique mistress
Manipulate my mood
More mistrust
Means misconstrued
Shy in soul
Soft and sweet
Simply stole
Stress and sleep
Labeled me liar
Loved to leave
Lust is lighter
Let me grieve
ENAMOR, WE TRUST
A soldier finds war when he goes away,
To learn strength and trust and how to obey
Work without sleep, see the moon turn to day;
Return a hero- with badges in May.
Socially acute with an awkward shroud
Circumvent conversation, cross it out
Your badge is a statement, wear it around.
Debate, are the fatigues a bit too loud?
Brink of panic, almost no longer proud.
Unexpecting...of one girl in the crowd...
Tactical reactions zero to none,
She gives you her name, you calm and have fun.
Fast forward, what’s felt cannot be undone.
Nerves ever-present, you live with her, stunned.
You gift her paintings, she ensures they’re hung
But all the art rests with her glow in the sun.
Learn to sleep by her side, find love and then
See her under the moon, feel it again.
STILL PORTAL
Fuel in the tank
Heartache feeds the mind
With each new mistake
We’re losing time
Our favorite year
We won't live to see
Because you’re here
In the past with me
I spiral til the end
Our fate is sent
Though I have beckoned
My memory went
The crutch of my error
Is looking ahead
The present terror
Is turning bright red
Embarrassed to repeat
Too young to proclaim
With optimistic defeat
Our lives are the same
The future is yellow
Cowardly flutter
Though I seem mellow
Inside, I shutter