#heated
I’ve heard the planet will overheat
and roasty-toasty carbonate us
- but what is that to me?
Let’s mock the low expectations of the world,
abiding as we can, taking what comforts we can now,
in this ***** winter - what purpose would cowering serve?
There’ll be spring renewals,
I’m willing to bet
ice in our martinis
and yet other playful summers.
It’s true. that someday, our busy keyboards will be dust
and all of our affections will lie in tombs
but worst case scenario
by natural and supernatural laws
- as sure as an infallible God looks earthward
- our souls will be lifted on heaven’s wings
.
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Songs for this:
And when I die - Laura Nero
Jesus Walks - Kanye West
Somebody Bigger Than You and I - Elvis Presley
Jan 30
Jan 30, 2026 at 10:06 AM UTC
The truth's often miss worded
Proof's too easily distorted
While trust gets quickly depleted
Then misery must be begrudgingly greeted
Good is historically related
To every bit of evil it created
As inner battles get heated
Dangerous thoughts are left untreated
Inner voices can't be silenced,
Only ever quieted
Insecurities refuse to be defeated
After hope has permanently retreated
Alone,
And on your own
Until the cycle is repeated
©2024
Sep 6, 2024
Sep 6, 2024 at 3:05 PM UTC
I'm almost most certainly about to break
It's only a matter of time but I hate the wait
Holding that familiar panic feeling I can't shake
Leading to a heated, one sided, debate
Pitting good faith against bad take
They're getting more alarming at an alarming rate
Basically arguing that everything's but what's fake is fake
Completely oblivious, a bad trait if you know what's at stake
Because BAM, in a flash, I awaken at my own wake
"Excuse me, there must be some kind of mistake"
But I must admit, the casket occupant is concrete proof I'm far too late
©2024
Jun 13, 2024
Jun 13, 2024 at 12:07 PM UTC
awhile, a time ago, wrote:
“the oven's writing warmth,
still faint discernible,
giving off the aroma of heated ink,
upon a skin-smooth page..”
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my words returned by the commentator-in-chief:
“Tells me why the best part of my
time with her was spent in the kitchen.”^
lay fallow my emotive, a response due catalogued
but unfulfilled till today, oh hell it is a moody way,
partly cloudy day, raining in between sunny brief teasing episodic.
perfect.
for the mixed mood, a melancholia of innocence with a dash of a salty, self-reflective hazing, choosing careful words when I write without clear direction, you want to rush outside, get set up, and then surrender-retreat inside to the comfort zone, the hearty, all-involving, kitchen where the ink is always kept on warm on the glass topped oven, and the dripping-coffee-machine never shuts down, at-the-ready stale crackers in the cupboard, and all these writing utensils at the two-handy, when she comes in, and with a quick surveying, kicks me out, to make us accoladed good food, with these words:
“*my darling only love poetry man, render unto me, this captaincy,
my fiefdom now, and herein are kept my ingredients and tools, whe my words are secreted.” You mistake the warmth here as a necessary condition for thy composition, but not so, the warmth required travels in the hearth of the body, get thee to the nook, to the sunroom, or our bed where I catch you prepositioning conjunctions to join weeping verbs, adjective so riotous their beauteous is stolen by God i’m the fall, thoughts worthy of becoming verses and stanzas, the exclaim the wonders of thy perspective, thy goodly nature, thy odor of freshly stirred vocabulary, an alluring stew in a new *** surrender this cooking place to me in order that you might chef a new creation, half mine, half yours, all ours.*”
Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 10:24 AM UTC
Lets microwave our kernel
of thought.
Seeing what becomes of it,
when the moments have
counted down.
And the ping of freshly popped
ideas become a tasty metaphor.
Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 9:18 AM UTC
My attention is hammered into being,
as the anvil of my motions
are moulded into formation.
Heated in the furnace of
my subconscious.
What once was just white heated noise
now moulds with each hit of reasoning..
Our thoughts are always being sculpted
in the milliseconds of there creation.
Some aren't as we wished,
misshapen syllables are reheated
to verses later hammered into cognitive thoughts.
*"Our perceiving is moulded with wielded
blows that form our every sentence,*
Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 12:13 PM UTC
It's been a while, but you're recognized
from when we went to school.
You and I have hooked up before,
nothing of ****** relations.
But when you popped up on my screen,
I'll admit there was hesitation.
You push and push then suddenly pull,
don't know if it's a game.
but against my better judgement,
I swiped right anyway.
there you instantly shot a message,
and picked up where we left off.
Before i know it I'm in a car,
the windows are all fogged up.
Hands to my ******* I'm in your lap,
your lips leeched to my neck.
mind screams "No, what are you doing?"
But my body says "Pleasure me."
If that night wasn't enough,
we met the very next day.
Went back to his and like before
He had his way with me.
Guilty conscience plays repeat,
to this day I probably shouldn't have done it.
He pushed for plans where I didn't have time,
It was either work or moving.
Eventually told me he was done playing around,
but i thought *** was all he wanted.
Told him I was moving 6 hours away
That I couldn't hold that type of connection.
I haven't heard from him
nor have I seen him since
But now that I'm 6 hours away
I've lost all form's of connection
In a new town, filled with new people
It was crazy, but I felt lonely.
Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 4:23 AM UTC
I'm holding onto you and shutting my eyes, as the song keeps playing, my heart continues to melt. The sounds from the squirrels jumping on leaves are all drowned out... I feel your hands moving, I smile and breathe you in, our faces come close again, your nose touches mine and I know I don't want this time together to end. It was cold outside but you left me feeling heated.
Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 8:58 PM UTC
But you said, she whispered, her voice laced with poison and smoke. You said dragons don't exist.
I never said they didn't exist, I breathed, the snow melting beneath our twitching fingers. I said I'd never seen one. Until now.
Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 12:17 PM UTC
It's known that everything expands when it is heated,
so our discontent grows when we're not fairly treated.
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Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 3:22 AM UTC
all i wanted was a simple apology
if you loved me it wouldn't be that hard
but i guess you didn't
they told me not to fall to hard but i never listen for i thought was different.
but you were exactly what they said and to my existence your malignant
but yet somehow you still are a stimulant
you set gasoline to my fire and it heats up resembling our heated arguments that end up with one of us in pain
for you were never the solution you were never my rain to exhaust my flames
your a poison and it's addictive yet my soul still survives
it hurts so much but my heart yearns for you it chimes
chimes in a irregular beat; wishing for you to care but its like i'm never there
i always end up suffering the ramifications
your my main cause of my dreary tribulations
yet, i stay
yet, i still care
yet, i'm still blamed
yet, i cant stop loving you
Where did i ever go so wrong?
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 6:16 PM UTC
Bursting pinkish white blossoms
fall in spring patterns
The air is filled with connecting one being to another
Each being is enthrolled with the heated day
Birds chirp on nature's timetable
in genetic rhythm
The new warmth envelops your body
like a true lover
Your body relaxes in each step that is taken
Spring skies vanquish the dismal grays
revealing a sunny and blue canopy with white billowing clouds
Still and at ease are your and my thoughts
as remorseful thinking is now of cheer
And the relaxed happy chattering
of outside people break the harsh-winter silence
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 7:52 PM UTC
you made me guilty
for the things I don't know
you made me liable
for such things in my absence
you even may not care
what might happen to me
in you i'm a torn
in which you really heated most
yet , you never understand
despite of this, I care for ~you...
even though it is so very hard
and expect nothing in return
i ask myself quite sometimes
what would i get of heating you
when I burn and sick just because of you
you would even not buy me medicine
when I become burn and behalf~dead
you might not present in my burial
and when I lost myself just because of you
you might not even care for me more
so, I ask myself for many times and days....
and wholeheartedly learned it so.....
of heating someone like you that heated me so
what would this all about in my present be
of doing the same things like you do
what would be the good I could get too
~now that I know the truth
peace be with you
and sorry if you won't stop thinking of me
and sorry if i'm not what you expected me ~ to be me just for your sake.
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 10:53 AM UTC
You are shocks down my spine
Electricity
Fear
Wonderful
You are warm hands and heated breath
Flashing eyes and quiet smiles
You are soft touches and pressure
Long nights and quick pulses
How these butterflies flutter about, as if to wish release from goodness.
Always screaming doubts and madness
Madness
Madness
Madness
This is madness
Breathe
Breathe
Breathe
Madness
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 7:11 PM UTC
I'm in that mood
When I want a collar round my neck
Though I'll still be in control
Two bodies writhing, one bed.
I'm in that mood
When I shiver at my thoughts
And I prowl ever-restless
The house is freezing, I'm blazing hot.
I'm in that mood
When I'd beg for anything
And time is too slow
My eyes are open, I'm blind with need.
I'm in that mood
When shame is a foreign entity
And humiliation is impossible
Or perhaps exhilarating.
I'm in that mood
When I can't contain the desperation
And I'm far past coherent or sane
So very rushed yet patient.
I'm in that mood
Where I'd curse anyone who set me free
And my mind is an unending chant,
'Collar me, collar me.'
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 7:58 PM UTC