dreaminmetaphors - Tumblr blog

dreaminmetaphors · 2 months

Text

Limes

Okay, you just crossed the line in a big way,

so now we're gonna have a little talk, you & me.

Don't think I haven't noticed how the world is changing.

Portland used to be a slate gray winter,

hazing a drizzle-cloud around rather than downpouring up on ya,

I didn't mind the rain; it's what I came here to plant myself in,

but now? It comes down 1-night-stand hard & heavy,

pounding it fast as if to get it over with.

Alternate winters bring weeks of bitter cold cloudlessness,

though I realize you're messing with my head on that one,

gradually warming up the threshold of what cold means.

Global Warming, I see what you're doing, and I don't like it,

but I'm willing to accept the future with you in my life--

As long as you do NOT mess with my limes.

See, I don't drink soda except when there's rum in it,

and where one little squeeze can make a good drink great,

juicy, chunky limes have straight-up rescued some miss-mixed messes.

Think how the lime's acidity pulls all the flavors of Pad Thai into a choral harmony.

I love my limes. After I've got my squeezing out, I'm not done.

I'll eat every bit of that tart, sticky flesh.

I accept the pucker-face.

LIVE that pucker-face like breathing through a yoga position...

So. Time for the reckoning:

Polar bears? Yeah, our bad.

& that ice cap slowly gliding off Antarctica.

(Ozone almost patched, too.)

There's probably other stuff I should be worried about, yeah?

Funny thing is, I don't mind an explosion of tornadoes ripping up Arkansas every April.

Nobody else is volunteering to pry guns from their shit-stupid redneck fat-fingers.

After Stand Your Ground, kids playing Hunger Games,

& don't think I forgot those butterfly ballots,

another Category 5 hurricane, or fuck it, show us what a Category 6 is

could be the best thing to happen to Florida.

Rest of America would taste that rainbow.

Yeah, I realize I'm sacrificing Key Lime Pie, but that's mostly marketing.

The majority of limes come from Mexico, where they're experiencing more droughts in the growing area...

So let's deal. You can pimp slap the American South

like you were the reincarnation of General Sherman.

They deserve it. Again.

I'll even throw in Manhattan:

drown those coke-snorting Wall Street rats in the subway tunnels.

But do not Do Not destroy my limes.

Do you realize how hard it is to replicate lime with artificial flavoring?

Unlike strawberry, so easy to forge that only the freshest real deals make the fakes offensive,

No one really does it. Lime runts are chalky.

Skittles gave up and switched in green apple when they couldn't get the lime right.

You can barely catch the tart shock of how a lime feels even standing in the lime light!

So I will do whatever I need to.

Even if I have to travel to a now-defrosting Northern Canada,

Buy up soon-to-be-sunny beachfront property,

plant my own lime trees all across my acres,

I'll do that while the rest of a stupid humanity is dying out like dinosaurs.

When you're all out of fossil fuel fools feeding your feedback loops,

whose pollution are you gonna use?

You gonna come crawling back like spring?

Or be falling at my feet like autumn leaves, all at once these days,

in between the two remaining seasons?

I've been cutting out red meat. I don't even drive a car. I will give you NOTHING.

Global warming, this is a warning: I will have my limes.

I WILL HAVE MY LIMES!

Do Not FUCK with my LIMES!!!

#original poem #poetry #last one had lemon in the title #look at me putting fruit in my titles like Prince #a little harsh #also a little strange #yes i am addressing a global feedback loop as if it were a person #bring back General Sherman #limes

0 notes

dreaminmetaphors · 2 months

Text

Existential crisis duck lamp lmao

[link to get existential duck...]

2K notes · View notes

dreaminmetaphors · 2 months

Text

Now go listen to M83's Raconte-moi une historie. Right now DO IT

20K notes · View notes

dreaminmetaphors · 2 months

Text

Yeah, we've all been there

23K notes · View notes

dreaminmetaphors · 3 months

Text

With a Lemon Twist

Even in the darkest night, I'm a bright-sider kinda guy, smiling under starlight.

The glass is half-empty because I'm hydrated.

And the worse things get, the stronger I become.

So trust me when I say: the best part of the worst of humanity

Is that you can improve yourself by removing an aspect of their strategy.

Take their playbook with a grain of somersault. Give it a swirl with a lemon twist.

Seriously. I want you to study failure so you can repeatedly ruin the recipe when you reproduce it.

Take the guy who always supplies a reason he never really needed for why he quits:

"That's it! I can't find a synonym for cinnamon, so I'm gonna sin again. Screw this noise!"

See me grinning? Because I found a loser's life hack, only I quit at quitting.

Why settle for a deeper reason when an idiot excuse suffices to hear yourself make mouth word noise?

Say what? Yeah, those days you just need to hear yourself say it aren't about making sense of anything at all.

So say, "That's it! I already got caught in the rain, so why would I kill myself today? I'm over it!"

Ready for another? You know that guy who never misses a chance to buy his ticket?

Dashes to the store before they drop the lotto balls like it's a New Year's Eve event?

I can borrow that tenacity and point it at something with purpose more than playing with matches.

I keep vigilant eyes open for those four-leaf clover friendships.

I'm not just going online, bubbling in numbers and waiting around to be found.

Speaking of matches, you can mix and match fail-style strategies (this is the next level)

Just as easily as you could with good things multiplying like... hip-hop turntables built out of legos {record scratch screech}, feel me?

Two negative numbers give the same positive product. That's just math.

The dismissive asshole at the party who stomps your story because his ego's a vast emptiness?

Aaaand that person who gets walked all over whimpering and whispering, "but I can change them"?

Let's say someone tries to apologize for hurting me, I can answer: "Cool story, bro," and not accept it.

DJ Lego, rewind that back: I do not accept apologies.

I can acknowledge it and keep faith that they can change

Without the <slap> "lemme see that on replay" <slap> "here I am, hurt again" <slap> lifestyle.

The only thing I accept is changed behavior.

I volunteer as tribute only so far as, "Here, lemme be a consequence you remember.

Maybe ruining this relationship with me will help you be better next time.

Because you being on your journey is not an excuse to murder mine."

I do this every day, take negativity from people who never have anything nice to say,

Let that remind me to mind the details because the devil is in there already.

Then I crossfade that fluffy new age white privilege-y "everything is meant to be" mentality,

Fold it up like an extra napkin in my back pocket, and produce a prayer more like...

Radio telescopes listening for an alien invasion:

"Hey, if you're out there, I want to believe, but...

In the mean time I'm gonna default-operate as if I'm the only hands you've got down here."

Truth be known, some days I don't feel like sticking around to see it,

But that's when it's time to apply Karen-level defiance!

The glass gets half-full as I pour quiet contemplation like good hydrations.

Then I'm back in action again:

Bright-sider on the darkest night, smiling under starling.

The worse things get? Well, I guess the better I'd better be.

#original poem #poetry #trigger warning

2 notes · View notes

dreaminmetaphors · 3 months

Text

Was on the last live stream, right until the end (if you don't want the sad screenshots up, @sshtonedseagoat lemme know and I'll take em down)

3 notes · View notes

dreaminmetaphors · 3 months

Text

DC Memory

I miss the vibe back in DC: Take the mask off & get seen. Go 'head, get experimental, Trade thoughts? take mine, it's a rental. We know it ain't good yet: new shit, But everybody cheers at wtf you said? Droopy come by reppin' streeet cleaners Dwayne B's pop u nation, getting meaner (Teaism bento box? prevents me getting leaner) Randall shouts us out, bringing down a "slam God" Del be tellin' y'all: love IS the wet spot. Sonya Renee is Thick with it, jumping to the top. Renegade'll hit your heart, with a haiku. Gotta know you ain't special--Chris August tellin' you. Now Twain's got a confession? Yeah, one or two... Any given night you could stumble out catch that open mic or a Slam bout, quality could vary--but trending high. I started out as okay, but not that guy. But they push you; I mean that in a good way, Hear stuff that flips your mind like a pancake. Advice is given free once you clear the cover charge (and buy a little sumthin, show venue love at the bar). We're mostly broke but still leave a good tip. Feel naked on the mic, raw poem: that's a strip. Feedback is honest. Makes you better, not a rip. & leave with a girl I just met? Now that's a trip. Community of poets is a rising tide. Everybody getting better is No Surprise. Feel it deep, some nights. It's okay to cry. Then 1 night: All 10s? Oh shit. I am that guy.

#silly little thing #original poem #poetry #DC slam #thank you note

2 notes · View notes

dreaminmetaphors · 4 months

Text

Happy new year and drink more water!

236 notes · View notes

dreaminmetaphors · 4 months

Text

@sshtonedseagoat this one made me think of you