#delay
It’s almost half past eleven,
This feels strangely like heaven.
Blink-182 playing in the background,
While we sing along in an off-key sound.
The dinner plates waiting to be put away,
I hope they can understand the delay.
Feb 3, 2025
Feb 3, 2025 at 1:25 AM UTC
She spends her morning icing up,
Drawing on those brows.
Thirty minutes, all it takes
The talons and teeth, feverish though she takes.
Unbothered, gleeful even
The glassy eyes promising purpose
Yet here we are
Icing for thirty minutes.
Too many cans in one bag,
The cat would've been fine.
Jul 23, 2024
Jul 23, 2024 at 12:39 AM UTC
I always wanted to procrastinate,
But put if off and now it’s too late.
So if you want to laze
Don’t put up with delays.
Today’s the day to vegetate.
Jun 27, 2024
Jun 27, 2024 at 4:10 PM UTC
Don’t delay, just start today
This glad message I convey
Bitcoin’s here, so act straightway
For Bitcoin keeps on growing
Money printing never ends
For the rich, and for their friends
Government just spends & spends
While Bitcoin keeps on growing
Bitcoin brings deflation’s gains
Come break free from fiat’s chains
Hold some value that remains
As Bitcoin keeps on growing
Take some time to sit and learn
To store the value that you earn
Act right now - this is your turn
Since Bitcoin keeps on growing
More good people, every day
Move to Bitcoin’s better way
Get some now, and don’t delay
As Bitcoin keeps on growing
Apr 27, 2024
Apr 27, 2024 at 1:53 PM UTC
The past
always seems
To chase after us
When I choose to lie
I've learned to never
Let it go any further
If I know
I did something
That I'm accused of
I confess
I don't want to play
Cat and mouse
Delaying the inevitable
Is the worst game
You can play
And never win
If I did it
Then I did it
And that's all
There is to it
Apr 23, 2022
Apr 23, 2022 at 1:54 AM UTC
Eeny,
Meeny,
Miny,
Moe.
Where'd my
Stimulus check go?
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 11:09 PM UTC
May love bring me to you
Like a warm fire
that hugs you in a rainy night
a burning bush you came to me
That's when I knew
God makes miracle happen
A little delay wont hurt the process
but it takes time
to embrace the pain
And more time to love you more
Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 4:16 AM UTC
Every time you try to pull that trigger, the action destabilizes! Leaving you without wounds from the inside out. Actions have consequences. Especially when yours isn’t good enough for the misfired bullet. Further actions destabilize even more. Showing the blockage of bullets cramming the gun barrel. Gun barrel becomes lost in its own action. Rendering its actions futile. More misfiring bullets go off! Nothing sprouts from the gun with love on its mind. Firearm cartridge is burning up! Feeling abandoned by itself. To much cramming volunteers mucking up too many services. Feeling more destabilizing numbness. Gun barrel becomes more exhausted. Numbness is no longer the issue. All actions have now taken away feeling. Doesn’t matter. Won’t stop the action from destabilizing further into a nothingness claim. A claim trapped in a misfired action. Halted all it’s processes. Resorting blockage sharing entire feelings with the first misfired bullet. Love becomes escapable.
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 1:26 AM UTC
I wait all day for the train,
But it has been delayed.
I sit a few feet from the tracks,
As time just slips away.
I finally escaped,
But my getaway,
Hasn't come to take me away.
And my past will soon catch up to me,
I guess I'll never truly be free.
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 9:32 PM UTC
A collection of ‘Love is…’ Poetry
Violin
Love was delayed for one second.
Love was the second step.
Love is there as you take your final breath.
Love is something you can never forget.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 4:10 PM UTC
Uncle Sam
When will the company payout?
Just like Catch 22
All the benefits come after death
You sign on the line
And pay the cash
For the listed benefits
But you don’t see them
Not a single ******* one
They’re left to your loved ones
Don’t have a wife or kids?
Too bad then
Uncle Sam will claim your benefits
To enrich his war chest
And defeat the *** and the ****
And the Reds after that
The benefits are all his
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 3:43 AM UTC
Complete, four wings stretched for you as an obsticle, big and ominous, they block the light of the sun as it crosses your way,
He will promise you that over walls you will go if you obey him,
Paying from the rule and standing proud with spiteful intent,
Or maybe he will make you believe to be able to shoot over the sky,
What a trecious act of misleading lies, leading to greater falsities,
The cards of fate are already dealt, do not sell your soul, do not lose,
Filth comes in many classes and ranks which cannot be conveyed,
Evil knows tricks into your heart which cannot be explained at all,
His footsteps will leave their mark on you once purgatory is served,
Burning up and feeling priceless now would simply be foolish, dull
Waiting for the cracks of a shady eternity once he breaks his promise,
Beware, the sweetest words might be a game of seduction for you,
Clouded, lost, uncertain of its outcome, struggling for the light inside,
Make another move, you won't be able to turn back, broken light finds no place in this realm of unending decisions to be made today,
You will see it is true, but then it will be far too late for realisation,
Each soul has it's given date, now as beneath the soil do you want to be laid with your records flawed, at last it comes to heaven or hell,
Will you decide now or will you delay, my precious treasure,
He will promise you wealth from amongst the heavens, to lead to poverty from the deepest hell, a cricle you won't escape from,
His promises are transient lies, all he wants is your soul which dies
Do not listen, turn away, do not become a silly devils prey
~ Umi
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 12:30 PM UTC
There's just so much water.
Blinding to the eye, torturous to the skin.
I fear this is it.
I can feel my laboured breaths mimicking my beating heart.
Time has no importance.
I can sense my eyesight blurring, my body giving way.
Allowing the water to take full control.
I realize that this was inevitable but is still yet delayed.
The water envelopes my body.
Nothing can be kept sheltered, hidden as I've let myself get to this.
My vulnerability becoming me.
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 2:25 PM UTC
**May the roof above us never fall in?
and may we friends gathered below never fall out.
May the good saints protect us
And bless us today
And may troubles ignore you
Each step of the way: quote from an Irish blessing**
~~~~~~~~~~
When the living pretend to don’t care
About Obamacare, or this new healthcare
in this year of two thousand and seventeen
His legacy is Washington new vanishing act
They daunting faces, as they smirked in triumph
The poor man burden, once again is left out in the dark
Washington DC is becoming the number one soap opera
An uncaring state of mind for the men in black
Who hold the magic key, who hired the pied piper?
Will pay the price: the cry that will get us the most
is the cry of the children, in the final hours?
The wine bottle glugging sound effect as they praise
Cork popping, family bawling, and once again
We march for justice, when the living pretend to don’t care
Delay and Repeal:
I have not the power to stop them in the tracks,
All I can do is to write lousy poetry
reconsidered this bill: You have won
Now think of last man in the race:
May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 9:12 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
..And while the void is not yet filled,
I still heal,
From these wounds in my backyard of pumping iron
And fighting skills,
In a place where they rob and steal and they don't care about how you
Feel ,
The day the earth shakes and the beams are steel,
Hope that they can seal the deal,
Past experiences and bad choices made me who I am,
Sending letters to my mind in form of a aerogram,
And at the time,
Riding my bike in Holly hill,
Sitting in sin and praying for the wrong things that Couldn't
Make me feel,
As vulnerable as the people that shouldn't be ,
trying to break the strong, persuade the weak,
Bullies use to call me weak , but couldn't see me in the street,
But I'm looking for eutopia and beauty so Divine,
Like a promise land designed for people that would give their
Lives and lay it on the line, I won't miss that opportunity,
Now Are You Coming?!
/
This pimple I popped to see a new hope come along,
Hope that God sends so much cargo that I will not go wrong,
Receiving hostility towards me all from your darker tone,
Feeling like you have to be an ******* because you think that
You own,
Me,
My soul,
My well-being off your throne,
Steady popping,
So much **** is dropping from my face,
And at this point upon this wicked world , What is the human race?
I question us everyday,
Senseless killings that mess up days,
You've made your time for these delays.
Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 11:11 AM UTC
I'm getting gone.
I'm getting gone.
And the daisies are tryin' to move.
I'm getting gone.
And the sunrise is tryin' to come early too.
I'm getting gone,
And we stayed out late last night.
Tuesday morning we've got an early flight.
But if you aren't ready to go, I'll get dressed for us both.
We're getting gone.
Red pants and these Tom Ford shades.
You'll wear your Rick Owens sneakers and jacket onto the plane.
We survived another night on the road,
Now we've got to wake up before we're eating yesterday's dinner tomorrow.
We're getting gone.
And the neighbor's are going to keep complainin'
We're getting gone.
And we hold our tongues out even when it's not rainin'.
We're getting gone.
Let's get coffee and eat some LSD.
Smoke three cigarettes and then we'll leave.
We're getting gone.
Red pants and these Tom Ford shades.
You'll wear your Rick Owens sneakers and jacket onto the plane.
We survived another night on the road,
Now we've got to wake up before we miss another tomorrow.
We're getting gone.
We're getting gone.
But hold up 'cause I'd like to know you
I'll kiss your neck if you'll touch my face
Let's be a stereotype and make them wait all the time,
Ten more minutes, is that really the worst lie?
(Break)
We're getting gone.
And the girls and boys are running us down.
We're getting gone.
I can't remember, what's the name of this town.
We're getting gone.
**** my tongue while I turn you on.
I'll **** your tongue while you turn me on.
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 8:25 AM UTC
Good morning everyone.
My sleeping is done.
I need to leave my
warm cozy bed.
That is what my voice is
telling me inside my head.
Please get up before you delay.
So before I go
and start my day.
I wish you all
a lovely wednesday.
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 2:02 AM UTC
From all the actions
I always put away
moving on from you is
my favorite delay
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 10:05 PM UTC
Distance will not run out
Therefore I will not remain empty
It is a plan to continue like so, without rushing
of whom only thinks about arriving
I stay here, smooth and belated
Seeing the rhythm choose what it becomes
I free myself of peaks and I learn
that to love is to spread impulse
To renew me, to surrender without thirst
to give oneself entirely until being one
But distance does not run out like so
nor the light or the silence they give us
I stay here, serving to her the rhythm
that perhaps is more rich to disseminate the most vital
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 1:28 AM UTC