#hybrid
I see the world around me from my corner of darkness,
and I realize I am hiding.
My mind such a controversy.
I look at people in my periphery,
so near but so far from me.
My embrace such a controversy.
I feel bored, so I look down at myself.
My body and such a controversy.
I like to talk to the voices inside and outside me in the dark.
My voice such a controversy.
I yearn for simplicity, but nothing strikes me
more than the fact that simplicity is the biggest controversy.
-storm-
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 6:39 AM UTC
Lightning my eclipse
He became unlit
for love was a hybrid
of both dusk
and dawn.
©_shade_of_a_lonely_girl_
Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 4:09 AM UTC
the way it percolates
driving us mad
bringing tears to our eyes
often heavy and sad
my neighbor claims karma
an act of simple fate
laughing i drove off
his words unaware of my morning escapades
an affair with a man
married in state
his wife wears a crown
of the knight that she made
his heart, may be heavy
his head overwhelmed
his pain numb inside
mine a throbbing shell
under the dripping trees
of the Old North State
our lips met
while
our bodies sought fate
tangled were our limbs
no judgment we laid
onlookers know not
their ignorance in spades
my jealousy gripping
like the pulse and the pain
our tongues lapping up
what others disdain
hands clenched together
a night full of waves
guilty some may cry
but please save your rage
i have no time for your misdirected pain
we work and wonder
our daybreaks heavy and claimed
years have gone by
what have we paid
mountains don't move
not like thrashing seas
nor do carolina skies
or the heavy florida heat
where will we be when the clock strikes time
beneath a hammock of oak
or a splintering of vines
tobacco barns in sight
the owl's swift decline
curving roads leading
rabbits fly by
empty nest for one
the other full and spry
moments of sanity
spared by lucidity
medication blurred thoughts
windows to the world
veins pumping heavy
words turned to swords
heal we must
but how do we know
if this is the pain of the stay or the pain of the go
anonymity for one, me, i don't care
i have no shame for my truth
no guilt left to spare
my journey, long, spirited and cold
my hands pumping blood
meant to eventually go
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 6:02 PM UTC
what was this supposed to be again?
I think I left my keys in the car.
the nightbird sings a song
the humid air beats down like
a while-worn five hundred miles.
a roach tapped against the glass.
a gasp is stuck in my throat like
gross times vomit-up and eye lids
shut.
the keys are in the car and this poem means nothing.
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 12:43 AM UTC
An anxious amortal
archnemesis
affectionately
allowing an amoral
animosity
achieve an attitudal
agressive and aversion against
any and all
annoying,
aggravating,
afflicting,
and almost annihilating
alliterations,
although all
aforementioned actions
are absolutely
artificial.
An amiable
abomination
and architectural abuse
at an alphabet achieved
after aesthetically
arranging ample
arbitrary
alternatives alone,
amounting an acclamation.
An affinity at
awkward avante-garde arts
arising at
an astronomical acceleration,
aside an archaic
argumentum ad
antiquitatem argument
awfully appraising
an atheistic and agnostic
apparition,
anthrophomorphically
alive and apparently
alright after asphyxiation,
alluding an astral authority
absolving accusations
and all allegations.
An advantageously
astute and adroit assassin
always actively
acting and assaulting
alone, ain't assisted
anyhow,
already
antiquating auxillaries
altogether.
An alliteratious afterfocus:
Aborting all anticipations.
Anticipating affirmative antagonizations.
All are alright.
Already airtight.
Adios, amigos.
Author: anonymous,
an acorn-afflicted,
assassinatrix affiliate.
attributed as Agent Argent.
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 11:54 AM UTC
A furry little kitten,
white, dotted with black.
No dominance,
it’s co-dominance!
Neither allele could make it through.
Running far ahead,
collapsing on the way.
Beauty shows in her phenotype.
Unfortunate signs in her genotype.
Kitty is diseased,
for heredity be cruel,
for her father killed by illness too.
Kitty,
a beauteous hybrid,
Her mother, angelic, snowy white.
Her father, dark and eerie.
What’s the probability?
Kitty be unique,
neither her mother or father,
finding a tad of both.
One Dominant or two Recessive alleles?
Neither.
Stuck in the middle,
Lies my Kitty.
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 10:16 AM UTC
*Fairytale Evolutions,
Terminating Digital Mutations,
Simulated Sensations,
Transcendent Revolutions,
Hybrid Generations,
Altering Stagnant Amplifications,
Shape Shifting Constellations,
Sterilizing Implications,
Eliciting Blissful Animations,
Decoding Kaleidoscopic Flirtations,
Fabricating Holographic Dimensions,
Reflecting Labyrinth Ramifications,
Transgressional Diversifications,
Empathetic Extortion,
Serene Distortion,
Subversive Contortion,
Forging Conceptual Inoculations
Violating Illusionary Variations,
Incarnating Prototype Deviations,
Radiating Subtle Speculations,
Catalyzing Crystallized Civilizations.
-01:09AM*
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 2:57 PM UTC
We are waves of people
We don't accept defeat
Carrying generations of their blood
Etched on the palms of our hands and the soles of our feet
We defy the laws of gravity, our cosmic bodies in orbit always revolving
We possess a transformative skin
Continuously moving, constantly evolving
Current crashing, ripping through the earth
Roaring tides behind us, our vicious flood fights
The foundation of millennial’s - conscious, violently beautiful beings
Our loud waters, impossible to ignore, amorously painting our rights
The right, the will, the intense appetite
Flavored by salty words with a sweet impulse for action
Drowning all numbness, consuming the calm which once was
Thinking like philosophers, walking like warriors, as they record our reaction
Thin, musty white air trying to cover the shifting blue hues
The water never stops moving
the ripples inconceivably vast,
Our wave leaves masterpieces of celestial proportions
Our space is here now,
our tomorrow will not echo the past
Ours roots are planted and grown in our cities
Perfectly immortalized in a valiant state of existence
We are waves of people, waves of voices
A digital age of collective resistance
- p.m
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 12:41 AM UTC
Cloud of smoke rising above
Revelation of joyous tranquility
A stir within the belly stiffening
A grafitti smiled, you lived within
A mouth stitched, heart un-sutured
Constrained by the apathy you bear
Consolidated in tethered pastures
A stare of silence vigorously imbues
A pleasure to meet your selfish leisures
Hear the voices rattling in throned castles
Run encircling the failed soul games
Good luck from one, another, a mother
I was bred as a hybrid alien, a predictor
Take these words and run, jog on
Your palms saturated with energy
Leave the magic and gallop with horses
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 8:48 AM UTC
You are both and neither,
A lonely traveler searching for a home,
A social outcast,
A winding fork in the road.
Always Two separate paths,
Converging and Diverging,
Must you choose one or the other?
So many Possibilities not yet discovered.
Your unique disposition,
Superior to all in retrospect,
Yet they say purity and unison,
Not diversity and opposition.
Why then, where and when then,
Do you truly belong?
In every sense,
that is both your gift and curse.
You must find or create,
The mystical land of Grey in-betweens,
For both you and me.
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 1:53 PM UTC
What am I?
Mother, father, (ladies first)
Can I be pretty?
It's warm in here, a green-
house of orchids. The ladies
& gentlemen come in to
have a look, woman's always
first.
At least,
give me the benefit of doubt;
Will I ever be pretty?
Doesn't matter much to me,
only, ladies first,
describe what it means to be
...human-god.
Human-god, human-god.
Jesus, and
I can carry my doubt like
a knapsack
through the cloud of eye-ful
bodies, (fellow gods)
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 7:42 PM UTC
This is a thing
Papple...
Where a satanic beast
slipped an innocent victim
a Roofie
and 9 months later
Papple...
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 9:18 PM UTC
Darling, there are few facts that you
must know as a student of science,
And there are many more that you
must know as a cute human being.
There are three bearing mango trees
& one guava tree outside our home,
The guava tree is infested with the
parasitic growth of a sacred fig tree.
After many years' from today
the "Bargad" tree will grow out,
Ousting the guava tree it will finally
be free but it won't forget guava tree.
It will always feel having been parented by the guava tree, and so it might actually become a hybrid of both the trees and so a love child hybrid tree would ultimately give shade and fruits to people in the future generation.
So should the ideal love of a human being be inspired towards everyone including the ones who they love and fellow human beings - selfless and pure.
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 1:09 AM UTC
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***pirates on the sea
Capitan Morgan, life, love, loot
a bottle of ***
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 7:09 AM UTC
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***Lou Reed spikes his vein
rock 'n roll and ******
rushing on his run***
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 6:36 AM UTC
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***wonderland of Alice
magic mushrooms hooka pipe
Lewis Carroll smokes***
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 6:29 AM UTC
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***sweet **** and *******
inspire poet master
William Shakespeare's muse***
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 6:26 AM UTC
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purple haze my brain
Jimi Hendrix acid trip
while I kiss the sky
Mar 15, 2014
Mar 15, 2014 at 7:33 PM UTC