#phrases
Where did the phrase:
“I don't give a ****
Come from?
Were they referring to a dam, literally
Or figuratively?
Was it Clarke Gable
in the black and white classics?
Was it everyone,
Cried out in pain
and defence;
Massicistic?!
Or was it defiance;
Claiming what they wanted
and not caring what others gained
or lost?!
Wherever, and whenever, it came from
I don't give a ****
It's a very visceral phrase,
And gets to the heart of the matter.
Aug 6, 2025
Aug 6, 2025 at 5:02 PM UTC
No more words. You’re right, it’s enough
Of mussy clusters of meaningless phrases.
All thoughts are chilled and are wrapped in pain.
It’s not an interesting story for us.
Colors have faded, cleaned out with time.
The beauty’s become decrepit in whole.
The past has been a depressing burthen.
An emptiness’s hanged over us in full.
There’re no more words.
Feelings are rootless.
We’re free of each other.
Our love is bootless.
Jun 19, 2025
Jun 19, 2025 at 5:53 PM UTC
Don't worry, I wouldn't let you get that close. Like you have a choice. Try to touch me with anything and I will end you.
Mar 18, 2022
Mar 18, 2022 at 8:28 AM UTC
Like,
the truth of it hits you first,
And then afterwards
you're like: "Wait,
what does that mean?"
Feb 13, 2022
Feb 13, 2022 at 9:57 AM UTC
Feather light words exhumed
heavy as Mussolini's clock
coo coo times, chimes
and a fascist bird sings;
sweet and succinct
Taken as is
might slight delight
The vitiation of words
in the phrases
Petals dead on a wet, rotted bough
Sep 3, 2020
Sep 3, 2020 at 5:05 AM UTC
You dont get to pick and choose
Forcing someone or something to be a muse
Like nature it grows organically
From your heart and mind's insanity
Picking up letters and phrases
Hands typing quick across the pages
The rhymes don't even matter
Thoughts always seem to scatter
Never satisfied with the image you wrote
But it's better than words stuck in your throat
Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 5:41 PM UTC
these days are hard for us
to be unmistaken
thought we got lost in the rush
or merely we’re not yet awaken
rise and recline
all the way stuck in this cycle
satisfied and then brood over
just as fast as the eyes-goggle
we repetitively
have been metamorphosed
and hopefully
turn into something immortalised
Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 5:21 AM UTC
there are things you must say,
there are things you shall not
let your emotions sway
every word means a lot
yes it is freedom
an expression needed to be told
feelings in wham
thou shall not be bold
you shall always feel the need
to understand, to accept and to care
words enable people to bleed
a pain they would not be able to bear
Nov 25, 2019
Nov 25, 2019 at 10:53 PM UTC
Time’s up, end of the road
Nowhere to turn, carrying a heavy load
Burden to bear, no returns
Beginning of the end, nothing to learn
Uphill struggle, Downhill all the way
Taking a stance, having your say
Moving heaven and earth, not budging at all
Taking a break, having a ball
Onwards and upwards, down to the wire
Less is more, playing with fire
Dilly dallying, dog’s dinner
All washed up, everyone’s a winner
Chancing your arm, hair on your chest
Not giving a hoot, being the best
Out in the cold, hot on his tail
Do not disturb, it’s in the mail
The final countdown, the top of the heap
Down the garden path, following like sheep
Journey’s end, tomorrow’s another day
Time waits for no man, living for today
Johnny come lately, larger than life
Slow on the uptake, trouble and strife
From the get-go, the cold light of day
In the lap of the gods, nothing to say
A window of opportunity, an also-ran
Flying high, topping up my tan
Guest of honour, tickets at the door
Taking a dip, ship to shore
Losing the will, taking the ****
Giving evidence, class dismissed
No confidence vote, majority rules
Something out of nothing, only fools
By the skin of your teeth, not a hair out of place
Wind swept, not in the race
The devil you do, wrong end of the stick
Missing the point, in the thick of it
Going nowhere, driving me mad
This way out, both good and bad
All washed up, rocky road to ruin
Rites of passage, something is brewing
Lest we forget, taking a break
Clear as mud, for goodness sake
Testing times, more than your fair share
Top of the ladder, the rightful heir.
Master of your destiny, captain of your ship,
At the helm, Shooting from the hip
Hell on earth, best of a bad bunch
Back in a while, out to lunch
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 5:53 PM UTC
Sometimes we want some people in our life until the end of time. But that feeling may not be from both sides. They may not be ardent, they may not be there tomorrow like they're at present. With time, they'll slowly and nicely avoid you. And you'll feel ignored and isolated very soon. You will miss them, thier presence, the memories, everything related to them. This causes pain. But this is not at all your fault. If they don't wish to be with you then simply leave them. If it's easy for them to forget you, you're also brave enough to reciprocate. Let them go. You just don't let the pain occupy your life all the time.
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 4:28 AM UTC
Today, I saw your eyes sparkle.
Today, I saw you happy; genuinely happy.
Today, I saw you.
I’m second.
I love being second.
Second to know that you’re indeed taken.
That I will continue my stupidity.
I’m sorry.
I still plan on confessing.
June 1, we graduated.
June 1, I promised.
In a year I shall confess.
If my feelings couldn’t be suppressed.
I’ll persevere a year.
In a year.
I’ll lay my heart open.
But it’s just been 2 months and 23 days.
I realized I was indeed in love.
For I have let you go.
But.
You’ll never know.
Until June 1.
I want that heartbreak.
To experience pain.
To feel that despair of loss.
I fell hard.
It hurts.
I hope it’ll hurt more.
So I could feel alive.
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 12:37 PM UTC
Thoughts. . .
Words. . .
Sayings. . .
Phrases. . .
Stuck inside my head.
Most of them - incomplete.
Others waiting for their exit.
Some are quite.
Some are loud.
Some can never be said aloud.
Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 5:16 AM UTC
every single word
we use
every single letter
has appeared before
somewhere
okay, perhaps better
but where do we
draw the line
when we say someone
has "stolen"
when we're talking words
and phrases
who gets the credit
earns the praises
it's even probable
it seems
that phrases one
person dreams
they've never read
elsewhere
yet someone
somewhere out there
in recent time or
days of yore
has used the same
before
May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 10:09 AM UTC
We were like two phrases lost in translation. We made perfect sense in a language that I spoke and not at all in the language you knew.
We were like two stars that almost seemed to be touching, but were light years away. You wouldn’t know if I collapsed before it was too late.
We were like two dominoes, stacked against each other. If you fell, I’d fall with you.
We were like an eclipse. When we were together, I saw you and they saw you, but no one could see me.
We were like champagne, perfect for fancy occasions only.
We were like two halves of a broken heart. We could complete each other but we didn’t really fit.
We were like two coins, that made a lot of noise together but had lesser value apart.
We were like two nights, one darker than the other. But both still, silent, and calm.
We were like magic. I thought we were real, but you called it an illusion.
We were like two flowers blooming to be beautiful alone, but we had a stronger fragrance together.
We were beautiful. But I guess only I see it this way. Because we were like two pairs of eyes always seeing things differently.
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 1:01 AM UTC
The ocean and I
Talked about you last night,
The moon came down
To see my sorrows drown,
And my dreams float
On a beautiful boat
That carries your name.
And I lay in the sand,
Held it, pretending it was your hand,
And it just slipped through again.
The stars still pass through my heart -
The light dances with the dark -
And I wish for things that haven’t been.
The ocean and I
Talked about you last night.
It laughed our jokes,
And cried at our fractures.
Never did I speak in verse, but in chapters,
Whenever your name I spoke,
As thoughts of you soak me in smiles.
My skin writes in Braille
Whenever I think of you.
Every bit, every detail,
Of every inch of you
Comes into the light;
And you’ll never know
The ocean and I talk about you at night.
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 3:33 PM UTC
In vibrato my breath dances,
As I feel your pianissimo kiss.
There’s no moment more perfect than this,
My heart, your harp,
Your soul, my mandolin,
And our lips play the strings.
And, as my fingers strum your skin,
This is where our song begins
Every inch of you is a beautiful song;
Every measure, a new chorus:
Melodic, dramatic perfection.
Lost in the orchestra of affection
My lips simply sing along
To this song that is just for us.
And the harmony is you.
And the harmony is you.
You know my every chord,
Every word of my every stanza,
You look at me, and my soul dances
To the beat of your touch.
Let’s tear the sheet up,
And get lost in our own concerto
And you change me from within.
This is where our song begins
This love in our hearts will know no end,
It will never require a requiem.
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 3:30 PM UTC
Your heart has been broken.
I’ll pick up the pieces,
And glue them with kisses,
Back to life I will stroke them.
Let me fill your missing sections
With the shattered parts
Of my own broken heart,
And we’ll be each other’s resurrection.
Wounded and dissected,
Your soul thirsting exempt.
Imperfect, unkempt
As our kisses mend our rejected.
Let yourself into my affection,
Because I need it, too.
Our smile knows the truth:
We're the cure for our infection.
We tessellate in time:
I am a part of who you are,
And you are a part of mine.
Mosaic of us:
Broken in our own way,
Perfectly aligned
Along these jagged lines
To form a beauty unrefined.
Jul 11, 2017
Jul 11, 2017 at 3:26 PM UTC
Irregardless, years ago
I had double pneumonia,
But, like, you know,
It is what it is, and like
I dunno, kinda like
It takes what it takes
Know what I mean?
It’s prolly a mute point
But I turned three sixty.
You know? I mean
I’m kinda like, I dunno.
It is what it is, like
I mean, whatever.
It’s all good, isn’t it?
You get what you need
And it ain’t no thing.
I mean, go big or go home.
Try to stay in the zone,
You know. I dunno.
No biggie, though.
Keep a cool tool
And don’t be a big fool.
Know what I mean?
It’s like I was saying
Don’t give up praying
Because God does not
Create garbage, you know.
He didn’t bring you
This far to dump you.
I dunno. I’m in for
The whole game.
It’s all the same.
You know, way to go.
Give it a chance.
Get up and dance.
Know what I’m saying?
I ain’t playing with you.
It like, you know,
I’m so sure, dontcha know?
Way to go. I don’t know.
It’s like, I’m so sure.
Whatevs, whatevs!
It’s so dope, sick, cool.
There must be
Some kinda rule.
I dunno, it’s like, you know,
It’s the way to go.
Give is your best shot.
It’s the bomb, the ****
It’s totally hot.
Maybe I am hot too,
But you know, I dunno.
Nov 30, 2016
Nov 30, 2016 at 3:28 AM UTC
If pain develops character, why am I so lousy?
If love wakes you up inside, why am I so drowsy?
If life is an adventure, I'm a stereotypical hobbit.
If I was holding my own, well then I think I might have dropped it.
I'm walking on eggshells, and they're cutting my bare feet.
I live in a glass house, and it's about to sleet.
Love sets your soul on fire, yet I'm feeling pretty cold.
New dawn, new day, they say, but these nights are getting old.
I've barked up the wrong tree, and I'm being driven to the pound.
Back to the drawing board, but I think I lost my crayon.
I'm having my stomach pumped, cause I bit off more than I could chew.
If actions speak louder than words, then I'm so lazy I'm a mute.
I was burning all my bridges, but then I caught on fire.
I never gave up my day job, I just wasn't ever hired.
Can't judge a book by its cover, but my story is ugly too.
I would make a play on words, but my theater class is through.
If love is blind, then why do I have 20/20 vision?
I was accused of cutting class, but I made no such incision.
In the heat of the moment, my icecream sadly dripped.
Beating around the bush was fine, until I freaking tripped.
If clouds have silver linings, then I see an empty sky.
It's hard to keep my head up, while the sun is in my eyes.
I guess I need to lighten up, but I was saving battery power.
If it's all a piece of cake, I have an allergy to flour.
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 5:47 PM UTC
If i was you I wouldn't pull that thread
Things will surly unravel in your unstable head
Your world will crush, your heart will turn blue
Keep my love close, don't push me from you
I'm your glue, I'm your tourniquet
I'll stop the bleed, with kisses so delicate
On your forehead I'll place them gently, to cool your soul and start a fire
You can only quench when me, you acquire
I'll hold you close when you start to float away
Wrap you up in my body night and day
I will show my love with more than just word's and phrases
Forever I will be your light as I set my soul on fire, for you it blazes
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 8:33 AM UTC
She was a symphony of sonorous phrases
Resonating off my blank walls
She clutched her vibrant set of words
Like crayons to colour in my lines
She made me beautiful with her poetic eloquence
She made me complete with her florid taste
She wrote me into her enigmatic songs
Which I mistook for love in haste
Slowly, her speech became psittacism
Her endearment became animosity
But her fallacious incantations transfixed my gaze
And I was caught in her blind idolatry
The poison in her insidious words
Tore through my skin and tissue
Overwhelmed my immunity
As she recited an amused eugloy
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 5:26 PM UTC
"What is your talent? Can you show me?" He asked me, obliviously.
"My affinity isn't something that can be seen." I replied. "It isn't a fancy circus trick, like juggling, nor is it the astonishing spectacle of a painting. It isn't the beauty of a voice, or the magnificent sound of music to the ears. My ability is from the inside, from the way one simple sentence could turn your whole life around. It's the way words could understand you like nobody ever can, the way quotes or phrases fill the emptyness of your heart, and the way it awakens a sensation you may have never been able to feel before. So, no, I cannot show you what my talent is, as it is the way I can transfer a set of emotions to you with just the enunciation of a word."
And with that, I, yet again, rendered another soul speechless.
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 9:28 AM UTC