#display
I dust myself off:
I'm on display today.
Or rather, God is on display
In me: His hard graft,
His craftsmanship,
His patient shaping, refining,
Giving them good reason to stop
And notice His signature style,
So to give honour to our maker.
That makes me stand straighter.
Sep 18, 2025
Sep 18, 2025 at 5:14 PM UTC
i am a porcelain doll
a presentation, a display
if i crack
they'll see my decay
i am an actor
a phony, a fake
i bind my chest
and hope i don't break
i am a marionette
a puppet, a toy
"look at this ***
he'll never be a real boy."
Jun 19, 2025
Jun 19, 2025 at 1:30 AM UTC
Thoughts have stopped being my own
An unknown finger presses play
And when I get surprised by an original
That which I think becomes difficult to convey
What I want in life and from life
Has no meaningful connection with the following day
Forced into this empty role
No two cents in the character I display
Prewritten by something else
No angel but not a devil per-say
Rather an capital punishment believer
With zero concern for my welfare either way
©2024
Sep 25, 2024
Sep 25, 2024 at 6:02 PM UTC
You had me in boxes stashed under your bed
Understanding I was locked away
Didn't want to let me inside your head
To own more than each passing day
You kept out of danger
Towered over to protect
Waiting
Crawling somewhere stranger
Prey limping with a broken neck
But that wasn't intention
Comes at the darkest part of night
Unrelenting unforgiving tention
Never saw before in my sight
Dragging heavy eyes along bathroom tile
I can't pull them away
You and I wrapped in compulsion we compile
Here I am heart on display
Sep 13, 2024
Sep 13, 2024 at 9:53 PM UTC
Can't rid myself of it
There's surely no controlling it
Before I see it
I feel it
I fear it
And that fears legit
Didn't create it
Can't destroy it
So I'm forced to own it
While I own up to it
Like, "give me it"
"What is it?"
"A heart?"
"I'll slap it on my sleeve and wear it"
Though not to display it
But rather as a reminder of it
An extra warning of the dangers of it
And to call out all those promoting it
©2024
Jun 7, 2024
Jun 7, 2024 at 7:35 PM UTC
I pray I live to the day
I can open myself in a way
That would clearly portray
In full HD 4K on an IMAX display
Just how my mind has done me wrong in the worst way
©2024
Jan 30, 2024
Jan 30, 2024 at 4:52 AM UTC
They think we are gross
"Why don't you two get a room?"
I love PDA
Sep 18, 2023
Sep 18, 2023 at 10:47 AM UTC
No one
Will be there
To visit,
To enjoy,
To be happy
If there will be
It is because of pity
Of the place itself
Not worthy to be shown
To public
Should close
Til further notice
Mar 13, 2021
Mar 13, 2021 at 8:06 AM UTC
Hold me in public
As much as you do in bed.
I survive on PDA
Oct 13, 2020
Oct 13, 2020 at 5:12 AM UTC
humanity at play
all on display
sun salved souls
play out their connection
under a soothing sun
mum and daughter
mum and dad
master and dog
boyfriend and girlfriend
surfer and surfboard
out of our living rooms
away from the fumes
satisfying our want
dealing with sand and salt
with a variety of competence
local or tourist
turkey or purist
it’s all ok
it’s a lovely day
humanity is out to play
and on display
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 7:51 AM UTC
A forked tongue on display
Desperate to divert apart
as head and heart seem separate
Sometimes we have to surrender to loss as opportunity knocks
Times will come when
difficult decisions are deemed useful
As transitions are a learning tool for all
Pain is part of the process of progress
Acknowledge the logical steps that need to be met
Some set criteria may be inferior
But agree to abide by these guidance rules
Aug 18, 2020
Aug 18, 2020 at 4:40 PM UTC
W*hy am I me?
I had a chance
to turn into many
But why did I get
stuck with me
this version,
there are so many bugs
I am always lagging
behind
Often I freeze midway
I am seldom muted
the voice quality
is so mediocre
the display so
unsatisfactory
why this me*?
Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 1:17 PM UTC
#*A play of colours
Rich in hues
Red, white and a dash of sea blue
Velvety cream, the pastry sweet
Ornate vintage pitcher
Flawlessly flowing spout
Arresting, the fragrance of the rose
Shy elegance in white, the orchids divine
Aesthetics sublime*#
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 1:44 PM UTC
The Century’s Wake
by Michael R. Burch
(lines written at the close of the 20th century and introduction of the 21st century)
Take me home. The party is over,
the century passed—no time for a lover.
And my heart grew heavy
as the fireworks hissed through the dark
over Central Park,
past high-towering spires to some backwoods levee,
hurtling banner-hung docks to the torchlit seas.
And my heart grew heavy;
I felt its disease—
its apathy,
wanting the bright, rhapsodic display
to last more than a single day.
If decay was its rite,
now it has learned to long
for something with more intensity,
more gaudy passion, more song—
like the huddled gay masses,
the wildly-cheering throng.
You ask me—
“How can this be?”
A little more flair,
or perhaps only a little more clarity.
I leave her tonight to the century’s wake;
she disappoints me.
Originally published by The Centrifugal Eye. Keywords/Tags: new, century, wake, new year, party, Central Park, fireworks, song, display
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 12:51 AM UTC
Don 't do that !
Don 't you try to eat me
I'm not real
Don 't squeeze
Don 't touch
I look real
And you might want a piece of me
I reckon
Don 't feed me either
with fake cooked shrimp or artificial cupcakes
I 'm no endangered bird of paradise
Those faux iridescent blue feathers I display
Can 't even fly me over the factice canopy
Of pseudo Papua New Guinea
Wanna enjoy a pretend dance
A simili nuptial parade ?
I 'm just a fraud of a plumage
A true faux extinct species :
Your dancing dandy.
Your *** toy !
Aug 24, 2019
Aug 24, 2019 at 9:25 PM UTC
Your Display Hues
Your Touch Cues
Caught me,
In Loop
RAM to ROM
ROM to RAM.
© Feelings Coated
Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 7:52 AM UTC
High school graduate,
you look down, I gasp,
I am not wearing my heels!
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 11:37 AM UTC
Pixels seem glue
Every one of them watching you
Brighter than light
Is the screen that is on at night
Blue is the reflection on your eyes
Are you looking in empty skies?
Unwilling to stop because it is
The neverending screen that you will miss
It was once not here, not there
Now it is everywhere
But where are you, where are you really?
Everyone knows, except for you
That is what your screen will do to you
©SEHO | http://www.seho.site
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 10:45 AM UTC
Her eyes pressed on all
the colors, textures, and dyes.
The motifs of the trees
glistens as the wind flies.
The blowing causes
a cough in her throat
as she tightens the sash
of her lined, tan coat.
She stands amazed
by the tinges of the lake.
The ripples propel swiftly
causing the bridge to shake.
She glazes at her reflection
in the waves as she walks away.
Still intrigued by blossoming
coloration of this display.
Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 9:50 PM UTC
tangerine and cerulean
cool beneath our feet
in a spiraling mosaic
while we rest and eat
olives from the groves
salty as the sea below
lapping on the shores to touch
fields marvelously aglow
with the shimmer of the fireflies
as they perform their dance
a lilting, evanescent display
that leaves us in a trance
we amble back to the villa
as the setting sun paints the air
a dazzling vermillion
that reminds me why i'm there
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 6:38 PM UTC
Motionless they sit,
Collecting dust on the shelf.
Completely inanimate,
An honest reflection of oneself.
I grab hold of the string,
No audience, no stage.
Now controlling this thing,
With my uncontrolled rage.
I give it a tug,
I crave the control.
Enacting a shrug,
I tug and I pull.
I've given it life,
I can take it away.
In spite of my strife,
It's now back on display.
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 12:06 PM UTC
I am not your second line of defense.
I am your first.
I can protect you, just like you protect me.
They'll have to get through you before they can get through me.
It's okay to cry.
You came into this world, crying, because you were confused, brought into a whole new world, a new life.
You can cry when you're confused, frustrated, or just don't know what to do.
And I can hold you, like you hold me.
And you can feel safe in my arms.
I can rock you to sleep like you did for me.
It's okay to wake up, terrified, from a nightmare.
You can cry.
You can shake. I'm here. I'll hold you.
I love it when you moan.
It's beautiful.
I love it when you show me emotion.
You're you. You're human. I wanna see that.
**** what the world thinks a man should be.
Yes, you are a man but,
You're human.
You're my human.
And I love you for every part of you.
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 2:31 AM UTC
“Are you happy?”, I asked.
“Yes”, she replied.
Show me your happiness
She searched,
Took time
Tried hard to remember
Got,
nothing to show
Tears rolled,
Being an evidence.
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 9:46 PM UTC