I try to write but all I get is hit

September 24, 2014September 24, 2014 Ronovan Poetry Anger, anxiety, Depression, Fed up, Harrassed, Harrassment, Pain, Poem, Poetry

I try to write but all I get is hit.

I can’t finish a sentence before someone starts talkin’ some . . .

I just want to sit here and speak my peace.

Why can’t they all stop, make their jabbering cease?

Oh man you’re just on a burnout quest.

I’m not part of it, I’m better than all the rest.

What, serious, are you freakin’ out of your mind?

You’re one of the biggest of the whacked out kind.

Look at me, do I look like I’m okay?

Do you hear my words, listen to what I say?

No, I can tell that you don’t hear,

Cause if you did you would just disappear.

Don’t look at me like that, trying to make me feel bad.

I’ve been dealing with your crap before you even knew you were sad.

So why don’t you give it a rest?

Don’t you know it would be for the best?

But, no, uh uh, you don’t know even have a clue,

My biggest dilemma is what to do with you.

Only one thing keeps it all from breakin’ loose.

I’m not ready for no hangman’s noose.

I’m here, and I’m stayin’, nothin’ gonna change that.

So just you back off real quick and stop actin’ like a brat.

I tell you this once so listen real clear, if you think this is about you,

Then ask yourself why do you think it could be true?

LMP

Sick of it!

September 24, 2014September 24, 2014 Ronovan Poetry Anger, Exploitation, Friend, Hate, Old Man, Poem, Poetry, Womanizer

Sick of it!

I gotta ask this cause I’m tired of all the whack,

Why do the tender hearted always end up busted up and jacked?

You make me sick to my stomach and illin’ in my brain,

Leavin’ a trail behind you like some Depends leakin’ stain.

You think you’re somethin’ when you ain’t but an old fool.

Pick up your lip cause you be slippin’ in your drool.

Why is a woman who has the looks and is so sweet,

Gets used up like some little kids basket of a Halloween treat?

Yeah, I’m angry and I’m fed up with the walkin’ dung heap,

Slippin’ and slidin’ around like he is somethin’ when he’s really so cheap.

Nah, I ain’t so nice, I call you like I see you.

You’re a blue pill poppin’ womanizin’ slut jack who just want’s a hole to do.

It’s been a while since my words have been like this so crazy.

When my friends get played, used, the fog rolls in and my patience gets lazy.

I wish at times I were the type to just stomp the punks in the ground.

Lucky for y’all I have control and my brain in that sense is sound.

For those of you with your salt water tans,

Along with your sycophant barely legal fans,

How’s it feel when you look in your mirror,

When the Devil is starin’ over your shoulder smilin’ cause you’re one second nearer?

LMP

All About That Lace

September 18, 2014September 18, 2014 Ronovan Poetry All About That Bass, Body, Curves, Lace, Lyrics, Parody, Poem, Poetry, Sensual, Sexy, Women

I challenged myself, insanely so, to write my own lyrics/poem to whatever the number one song is. Monty over at Obscured Dreamer where I also help out decided to give it a shot. So if you like you can see his. I don’t listen to the radio so to my surprise and shock there is a song called ‘All About That Bass’ at number one. I had no idea that fishing was that popular. But fortunately Monty sent me a message telling me I needed to listen to the song before I started writing. And guess what . . . the song spoke to my . . . heart. We’ll go with that. You can hear the song and watch the video at the bottom. It’ very catchy, and in all honesty well done and overall has a good message about self image. So I give you my version . . .

All About That Lace

Because you know I’m all about that lace,

‘Bout that lace, red devil

I’m all ‘bout that lace, ‘bout that lace, red devil

I’m all ‘bout that lace, ‘bout that lace

Yeah it’s very clear, I want more than a two

‘Cause lace don’t fill out right when there’s just no you

Girl you got that sexy sexy that all the men crave

All the right curves, for fingertip traces

Some say it’s obscene, how you make jaws drop

Lady you all so real

So for real, my heart stopped

You just so sexy sexy, I raise my hands up

I surrender to you lady

There’s no need to bring a cop

Oh baby, what I love most about you is your eyes

Come on over here so I can hold you close and real tight

I feel sad for those boys still practicing with a plastic doll

They just don’t got the moves

With me lady, you won’t last long

Because you know I’m all about that lace,

‘Bout that lace, red devil

I’m all ‘bout that lace, ‘bout that lace, red devil

I’m all ‘bout that lace, ‘bout that lace
I like your sexy ***

I’m shoutin’ to the world all about that

No, I ain’t playin’, but I am up to bat

But no need to tell you that

I surrender to you lady

There’s no need to bring a cop

Oh baby, what I love most about you is your eyes

Come on over here so I can hold you close and real tight

I feel sad for those boys still practicing with a plastic doll

They just don’t got the moves

With me lady, you won’t last long

Because you know I’m all about that lace,

‘Bout that lace, red devil

I’m all ‘bout that lace, ‘bout that lace, red devil

I’m all ‘bout that lace, ‘bout that lace

Because you know I’m all about that lace,

‘Bout that lace, red devil

I’m all ‘bout that lace, ‘bout that lace, red devil

I’m all ‘bout that lace, ‘bout that lace

Because you know I’m all about that lace,

‘Bout that lace, red devil

I’m all ‘bout that lace, ‘bout that lace, red devil

I’m all ‘bout that lace, ‘bout that lace

To be honest, size two or not . . . if you got that sexy *** then I’m good with that. Or sexy eyes, hair, hands, neck, voice, words, skin, lips but over all a sexy intelligent mind. I think my message is pretty clear.

True Dat
Ronovan

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Never worry no more.

September 12, 2014September 12, 2014 Ronovan Poetry Agony, Amnesia, Death, Depression, Fibromyalgia, Hate, Lost, Lyric, Lyrics, Pain, Poem, Poetry

Normally I wait until after a piece to tell you the inspiration. Not this time. Fibromyalgia is bad. It can hurt so much you feel like you are going insane. Every emotion is magnified to an incredible level. Therefore depression can be bad, very bad. When you read this, it’s a Bluesy or Soul sounding thing, slow, pausing at the end of each line. I guess you could think of some of Alicia Keys work. I think you will get feel for it maybe, or you can just read it like a poem. Depression and a brutal broken heart can feel the same way. I’m there tonight.

My heart’s still poundin’ though you’re gone

It never really mattered what was wrong

I only wanted to be with you for so long

And that was to be forever ever and ever and ever

But now I sit her all alone

Darkness closes in on me in my fears

Never have I been so filled with so so many tears

Now I can’t see anything through the bleary eyes of what you’ve done

Oh Oh Oh Oh I’m never gonna forgive you this pain

You drove the stake through very vein

Why Why Why Why did you even even even . . . learn my name

But I only have myself to blame

There are ways to forget

There are ways I have left yet

There no reasons for regret

I’m just going to gamble on a bet

Never Never Never Never oh never call me again

Tear drops falling like a tornado filled with rain

Simple truths are simply made up lies

You fooled me once and twice and more with those eyes

Oh baby just let me die.

Oh Oh Oh Oh I hate this time ever came to me

Why did you even ever have to be

Now I follow a path to eternity

Kill me once kill me twice and maybe I will forget

Oh baby you always knew just where to hit

You cut me with those words like a blade

Go ahead and cover my body with that old rusty spade

There are ways to forget

There are ways I have left yet

There no reasons for regret

I’m just going to gamble on a bet

Now I can rest and never worry no more

LMP

Careless Whispers . . . (No Regrets)

September 11, 2014September 11, 2014 Ronovan Poetry Chance Meetings, Lost, Love, Lyric, Poem, Poetry, Thoughts

Why do we love us?

What reason is there for it?

Never have we ever met.

No reasons for–a–regret.

Thoughtless careless whispers,

Float through our minds every way.

We try to stop them, or so we say.

But do we really…want them to stay.

Careless whispers…floating through my brain.

No…regrets…rejected for what I say.

Careless whispers…jagged cutting through my brain.

No…regrets…enjoying every pain.

Souls mingle through electronic vines,

Sampling the secrets of unwanted minds.

Capturing language bodies cannot hear,

Through breaking down walls of thickening fear.

We wonder if miracles can happen in this day,

Only ever thinking of what others have to say.

Slap the taste…from your mouth,

And listen here…having no doubt.

Careless whispers…floating through my brain.

No…regrets…rejected for what I say.

Careless whispers…jagged cutting through my brain.

No…regrets…enjoying every pain.

Do you think that we were ever mean to be be somebody,

Somebody else in this world of processed displays?

Are we what we were mean to be,

Or is there something more over the sea?

Careless whispers…floating through my brain.

No…regrets…rejected for what I say.

Careless whispers…jagged cutting through my brain.

No…regrets…enjoying every pain.

Careless whispers…jagged cutting through my brain.

No…regrets…enjoying every pain.

Inspiration: The music in my head is slightly inspired off of the just released U2 album Songs of Innocence. The very first track is called The Miracle (Of Joey Ramone). My tempo is a bit different and this doesn’t carry all the way through but that’s basically the inspiration. Some may ask is this inspired by a person. No, other than no regrets at meeting people and knowing people as we walk through life. That being said, all poetry is inspired.

Three Word Wisdom-A Haiku

September 1, 2014September 1, 2014 Ronovan Poetry Confusing, Creative Writing, Denying, Discombobulate, Haiku, Poem, Poetry, Uncconventional, Wisdom, Writing

Three Word Wisdom

by: Ronovan

Repudiating,

Unconventionality,

Discombobulates

oh my lover

August 29, 2014August 30, 2014 Ronovan Poetry Apart, Desire, Insane, Love, Lover, Lyrics, Phillip Phillips, Poem, Poetry, Restraint, Song, Wicked Game

I don’t want to say your name

I don’t want to play your game

I feel a fool

Do you

Trouble before we start

Never can we part

But we do

We do

Never was I so into a woman like you

Never

Never was I so in love like with you

Oh Never

Never was I meant to be but with you

Only you

Never will I be for anyone but . . . you

oh oh oh oh

Features blur in sight

I’m losing my might

So into you

Oh you

Let’s play the game

I’m slowly insane

So are you

We two

Never was I so into a woman like you

oh noo

Never was I so in love like with you

oh you

Never was I meant to be but with you

no no no nooo

Never will I be for anyone but . . . you

oh my lover

Keeper of the heart, keeps us apart . . . but I’m . . . in you . . .we two. oh my loverrrrr

Inspiration

Wicked Game by Chris Isaak was covered by Phillip Phillips a fellow Southern boy. I had the words flowing through my had being in a certain somewhat melancholy mood. Then I heard Phillips’ version. The tune and rhythm was it. If you you like you can click the link to get an idea of the sound. http://youtu.be/grqrlGwoOU0

Much Respect, Much Love, & Much Heartache

Ronovan

Lost: Death of a Creative Mind

August 27, 2014August 27, 2014 Ronovan Poetry Amnesia, Depression, Lost, Lost Memories, Love, Pain, Poem, Poetry, Sadness, Writing

Depressed Man in Dark Room — gettyimages © Original Photo by Michael H

Why did you do it

Take my mind away

I can’t even maintain focus

Fore even one day

You drove the lightning

Deep into my brain

My creations out of my reach

Slowly driving me insane

I once could write with ease

The thoughts were defined with clarity

You took it and shook it

Now my mind reads with jealousy

Short words in short rhymes

Are all I can manage

Because of the pain

Of this body with damage

I had a thought

It came yesterday

Then I fell asleep

That’s when you took it away

Don’t worry, no Sir

This is not me making a complaint

It’s not casting blame

It’s just me losing my restraint

I’ll be okay tomorrow

After the sun rises

When the moon is gone

My world is full of surprises…again

Moments are Worth

August 26, 2014August 26, 2014 Ronovan Poetry Amnesia, Friendship, Love, Memories, Poem, Poetry, Relationship

There are delicate moments in time

They are fragile in their forming

And in their care

We carelessly disregard their existence

What happens when your moments are shattered

When they are taken and broken and battered

When you have none to even hold onto

When cracks are formed for them to escape through

We take our precious pieces for granted

Never giving them a second thought

We rely on them to be there

But one day an attempt to find might be for naught

Have I loved

Do I have friends

Do I have someone who loved me

Will they find me in the end

What if they don’t reach out

What if I continue to drift

I will never even know

What pieces I have missed

Moments are worth remembering if they are worth having

Take heed of what you do with them

For in a split second of time

You just might lose . . .

Waves of Uninvited Sensation

August 23, 2014August 23, 2014 Ronovan Poetry Agony, Life, Pain, Personal, Poem, Poetry, Suffering

Waves of icy fingers spread

Grasping for a hold

Slipping across the surface

Gone but returning twice cold

Waves flow undetected

Toward opalescent spheres

Through lightning flashes meander

And hysterical maniacal tears

Grasping with deflective talons

Not making the slightest defense

Staring into the nothingness

Losing all time and all sense

Waves of icy fingers spread

Spreading over the rippled mass

Holding onto the silent monsters

Shattering the quivering like warped glass

You are more than you are.

August 21, 2014August 22, 2014 Ronovan Poetry Caring, Forgiveness, Friendship, Future, Hope, Inspiration, Kindness, Love, Past, Poem, Poetry, Recovery, Reflection, Self

You may not know who you are

But you know who you’ve been

Never deny what you’ve become

Even if you consider your past a sin

What makes one search for love

What makes one search for peace

It’s the aching of the heart bone deep

That pain that seems to never cease

Shake the chains you have holding you down

Break them from your tender heart

Recognize them for what they are

They are your past, yes of you a part

Look at what you now see

No shackles holding you still

You’ve come this far so well

And you’ve done it by your own will

Some see you for your image

Longing for more than a touch

You’ve come not to know

You are worth beyond that so much

Taking one step each day

Reflecting on your deeds

Don’t dwell on your past

For you’ve other present needs

There is kindness in you that is noble

In every word and thought you share

Never doubt for a moment

That there is someone

This

World

Care

I Begin to Fail

August 11, 2014August 11, 2014 Ronovan Poetry Alone, Attacked, Blogs, Fear, Helpless, Hopeless, Hurt, Pain, Poem, Poetry

Stars fail to break through the clouds

The blanketing darkness suffocates

Heat grabs at my flesh

As I race through night to escape

Sounds follow as if unafraid

What is there plan for this time

My legs begin to fail

As the stumbling brings forth reality

Why did I bother ever running

This body can no longer do such

With each increasing crackling sound

I am reminded of my failing too much

There it is finally capturing me

I feel the fingers on my spine

Time has run out

My body stiffens as the searing begins

The fingers burn deeply within

Carving and severing bone

Ribbons of pain flow outward

Sucking the air from my depressed lungs

I succumb as I do each time

Never able to outrun this pain giver beast

This body depleting reaper

That creeps through my every piece

A not so good poem, but one none the less.

August 10, 2014August 10, 2014 Ronovan Poetry Love, Poem, Poetry, Risks, Romance

There are moments in life

When the quiet overtakes

When the still is calm

And your heartbeat breaks

The ache is not unwelcoming

It’s a dream is come true

It’s the new found feeling

That love is felt for you

Some may fight it

They don’t want the feeling of love

Feelings of deep rolling emotion

Is something they cannot approve of

I understand this

A feeling of a loss of control

You are on an express way

Afraid you cannot pay the toll

There is nothing to fear

This is something that is a must

Sometimes there may be some bumps

But find the right one you can trust

Easier said than done I know

Trusting is such a task

In times of so much trickery

One must always ask

I have found that it is worth it

The risk I must take

For aching for just the sake of it

Is something I wish to shake

Is it better to have lost and loved

Than to never have loved at all

A very good question

But I think it’s worth the risk of a fall

What is Happy

July 31, 2014July 31, 2014 Ronovan Poetry Acceptance, Blogs, Happiness, Happy, Love, Patience, Poem, Poetry, Time

What is Happy
I am so glad you ask
For I have been assigned
With a poetic task

H is for the hours
Simply knowing you exist
Even without words
My love forever persist

A is for acceptance
Of what we are to another
Questioning the fact
We’ll find we’ve lost each other

P is for passion
Without it you have no drive
There is no desire
Nothing to make you thrive

P is for patience
Something we all can learn
Rushing to and fro
Slow down and enjoy the love glow burn

Y is for you
For without you there is no word
There are no other four letters
And my life would be absurd

I’m Back-Return of the Lost Mind Poet

July 12, 2014July 12, 2014 Ronovan Poetry Anger, Bullying, Harrassment, Men, Poem, Poetry, Slam, Women

I’m Back

by: Lost Mind

Did you enjoy my break

Did you enjoy the vacation

Well it’s over now

It’s time for a proclamation

To all those idiots

Who take shots on the blogs

I won’t be calling you pigs

But boys you be acting like hogs

No, I ain’t a wordsmith

I ain’t poetically adept

My words come out wild

I’m manic I sound desperate

I’ve been riled and angered

Yeah, you might say I’m ticked

Because I’ve been seeing some boys

Who been acting like a . . .

You don’t take no for an answer

You think your truth is better

You don’t even have one

You couldn’t find it with an Irish Setter

Some of you like to spout and spew

Like a philosophical misfit

Let me tell you something guys

We’re all just full of . . . it

The women say what they say

Then take it as fact

Don’t be looking for reasons

To jump on in for an attack

Oh, I’m sorry

Do you think I’m talking about you

Well if you think that

Then start brain swirlin’ why you think it might be true

Look at my history

In the poems I’ve wrote

My message is consistent

With women don’t rock my boat

Yeah, I’ve been quiet for quite some time now

You thought the Lost Mind done been found

That I had done been happy

That I was over the rainbow bound

Oh I try and do I get my smile on

But let me tell you something Jack

When the Lost Mind snaps

My poetic reflex snaps back

So to all those self important self attention seeking typists

That is for both men and women as well

Don’t be throwing out your spiel

Because you got nothing to tell

It’s All Good

July 12, 2014July 12, 2014 Ronovan Poetry Love, Poem, Poetry, Reality, Truth

It’s All Good

by: Mr. Ronovan

Some may wonder

About this rambling fool

What’s he doing

Is he losing his cool

Ah, no, no worries

I’m just lettin’ off steam

Would you rather me vent

Or open up on them fools with laser beams

You see what people don’t get

Is that I am all about love

Even the misfits

That belch, dweeb and shove

I know they are actin’

From something else inside

Something that controls them

Something that likes to hide

People are a gift

Even the idiot mobs

God didn’t make them that way

He didn’t give them their probs

This is to you

All the impotent trolls

You know who you are

You’ll be paying some tolls

I speak like this

With honesty so direct

To wake you up

Before you break yourself like a train wreck

Step back for a moment

Reverse your situation

Think how you would feel

If you were on the end of your dictation

It’s okay to speak truth

As long as it is in love

And as long as it’s truth

And not some line you just thought of

How do you know the difference

It’s real easy to tell

Are you trying to build someone up

Or are you trying to make them fail

To all of my Friends

And you know you are All

Don’t listen to the drivel

Stand proud and stand Tall

Because when you are here

You know it’s all Good

That’s right my dear Friends

It’s all good in Mr. Ronovan’s Neighborhood

A Pretty Poem?

July 12, 2014July 12, 2014 Ronovan Poetry Desire, Distance, Longing, Lost, Love, Love Afar, Poem, Poetry, Sadness, Want

A Pretty Poem

by: Ronovan

Closing my eyes I drift away to a place

I hear the breeze blowing and feel it kiss my skin

There is an emptiness around me

My soul burns deep within

How long has it been

Since my thoughts were last not of you

I can count them on one finger

But even one is too many to be true

I see you in the moon

Late at night as I gaze

I venture into the world

Wandering through the embracing maze

I catch the fragrance of your skin

The air carries it across to me

The distance of the land

Is greater than that of an ocean or sea

I reach up to the sky

Tracing your cheek among the trees

The aching begins deeply

And I drop down to my knees

So far so far the distance

It brings my existence so small

My touch falls to empty

As my body trembles to its fall

This was my attempt to write ‘a pretty poem’. Even it turned into darkness.

Prismatical

July 11, 2014July 11, 2014 Ronovan Poetry Anger, Chronic Pain, Confusion, Emotional Scarring, Fibromyalgia, Insanity, Lost, Pain, Poem, Poetry, Release

Prismatical

by: Ronovan the Lost Mind

These limbs I hate

Give me a saw

But how would I do it

Without them at all

So they ache

My fingers pain

I keep writing these words

Driving me slowly insane

I have happiness

But why do I fight

I hang onto the madness

With all of my might

Is it that the pain

Is something that is always mine

Is it that it will never leave

Is it because I’ll never be fine

Spin around twice

Capture the light in a bottle of green

Shake it up

It looks quite obscene

Yeah that just came to me

In the middle of this thought

Now you see what I deal with

It’s something I’ve always fought

Bring on the words

And throw out the time

Days mean nothing

When you have no kept mind

You probably been thinking

This boy is crazy crazy

But to know the whole truth

My brains just dazy hazy

The luminary softness glow

Cascades across her ebon locks

Enticing my thoughts to danger

Worth death of all for one kiss

I went off in another direction

My mind is distracted by a world aflamed

What does it all mean

I’m learning not to ever feel ashamed

Let your thoughts flow

Just get it out of your system

Cause if you hold it in

You’ll be fractured psyched like a prism

Being forgotten is good

July 1, 2014July 2, 2014 Ronovan Reblogs Alone, angst, bad, forgotten, good, google, inner turmoil, liberation, light at the end of the tunnel, oblivion, Pain, persecution, Poem, Poetry

Very nice poetry. I suggest people read this one. I like the recurrence of the ‘is good’ phrase. Excellent. Seriously, pay a visit read. Also flow Nishi as she her blog now shows her personality and I love what I’m learning about her in her articles of late.
Much Respect
Ronovan

The Showcase

Being Forgotten is good,

The plotters and the pillagers will leave you alone.

Oblivion is good,

The hurt and the pain will fade and you will be free.

To be called out is good,

The hiding can stop and the truth will liberate you.

Isolation is good,

You can hear yourself think.

Persecution is good,

You find your spirit and strength from within.

The end is good,

For it leads to the start of something new.

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Lost in Ranting

June 24, 2014 Ronovan Poetry Abstract, Anger, Creative Writing, Haiku, Lost, Poem, Poetry, Rambling Tornado, rant, Ranting, Writing

Lost in Ranting

by: Ronovan

Tornado Painting — gettyimages © Original Photo by Don Farrall

Ranting does nothing,

When you have no direction,

You will lose your way.

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