#refined
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
How can humility match this raging fire within?
The furnace breathes. Alive
in harmony. Hearth built strong.
Bellows balanced in a steady stream.
Useful : Proud in action and function.
My body steams
learning to trust
temperament.
Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 12:27 PM UTC
In bluest day
Sunlight play bright
To slay shadows
Your smile glows like
Flame blows across
My heart dross skimmed
To gloss and shine
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 10:07 AM UTC
Hardened and honed
Right down to the bone
Unreachable
Untouchable
Refined in the fires
Of monsters' desires
Irredemable
Irretrievable
Forever being oppressed
Pressed and compressed
Inescapable
Ineluctable
Walking this world alone
Dragging a heart of stone
Unbreachable
Unbreakable
No longer afraid
A warrior was made
©Pauline Russell
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 4:09 PM UTC
Juxtapositional Refinement Redefined (Spoken Word- Freestyle-Dramatics)
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== JRR ==
by
SassyJ
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Credits to: Angelina Lopez (HP Poetess)
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Juxtapositional refinement redefined:
When you meet beautiful souls we have been taught by the society to confine them. Like "I love you" but what does that word really mean. Does it mean "sharing in openness" or does it mean " been confined in expectations and obligations".
The paradigm that we live in as society is delusional. We have learnt to analyse the "in between" based on our analytical and logical systems. But how about going to the individuals involved and creating an open dialogue to talk about what the situation may be. This is a thorough and more accurate way of attaining acuity.
To flow in openness is like listening to 'harmonious jazz music' ...... it is like inhaling the beauty of the ginger scent in the breeze.
Life itself speaks to us and we don't have to make it complicated. If we only were able to have an open platform..... hearts that are blissful and not tainted by fear then we can redefine the contrasting views of dichotomy that we have as mankind.
In essence, If you haven't communicated to someone openly about something ...... we should never draw out conclusions. They will only be pre-judgemental notions oozing with constraining predefined and predetermined assumptions. Give everyone a chance and the world will smile!
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 11:09 AM UTC
i.
From the soot
I shalt awake;
In mine arm's
Love do take,
Queen, mine
Home, mine
Night and day;
Mine trove of
Treasure, to
Thee I stay.
ii.
In the aqua
Dip mine head;
Living nomad's
Oriental home-
Stead. Taking
Breath's, blowing
Out heat, touching
Toe's, united feet.
From below, thence
The deep, in thy tress,
I wrap around, once unheard,
Now thou hath heard mine sound's.
From the crypt, where I was buried, I cried out loud,
In painful worries; mine ghost scurried, to and fro, then I saweth
Thee; mine Jane, mine own. Thus then was saved, from the foul devil's, I was rescued, brought to thine refined level.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane Nagley dedicated ( Filipino rose)
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 7:43 AM UTC
Random scribblings
Sometimes
Makes much more sense
Than
Well thought out,
Planned & refined writings.
Because,
Randomness is
What our nature is,
What occurs to us ...
What we normally are,
What we do by instinct,
and
How we react
.
..
...
naturally...
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 5:13 AM UTC
Go ahead.
Shatter me!
My glass isn't half full,
it's empty.
I'm just another pretty thing
waiting to be fractured,
waiting to bleed.
You wanted some change,
so watch as my screams now morph me.
Go ahead.
Shatter me!
I'm tired of applying the ice,
set fire to something!
I've been numb for too long,
leaving things to decompose ,
making skeletons in my closet.
Shatter me!
Make me scream!
Make me bleed!
Make me
Make me
Make me break.
cause you can't scare me
if I scare you first.
Crash...
Clink...
Thud...
The sickening laughter fades.
The smile dips down.
The denial ends.
You're scared.
I'm no longer fragile.
I'm a pristine gem.
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 4:01 AM UTC
Its funny how I got here.
On a streetcar named desire.
Down town I called to Fear
Ingiting the poets fire.
But through the flames,
Called born-again...
The Love I found within;
Called me.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 2:02 AM UTC
a hole
void of light
dwelling in hellish mental wells
with no fight, flight or rational
weeeeelllllll,
.....
oh well....
man,
acclimated to dirt ceilings/sealings,
and
unless stars are aligned
will be born dead before found alive
roots from life
hang over head,
..
**** em..
..
just empty promises
from another dead
so,
sit in solitude
a solemn wreck
show helping hands,
real neglect
to uncover this hovel.?
no shovel will do
even
a sympathy symphony
wont let light shine through
Empower.
manifest mountain-tops
from bottom rocks-once-kicked
blossom bottle-rock-ets
from sticks, stones,
and,
thoughts of home
illuminate
cold dismal walls
elucidate
ambitious calls
burst forth reborn
alter the skyline
with mind
refined
you can do anything
you put your mind to
look in the mirror
say im just tryna find you
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 12:10 PM UTC
Sleep.
Sleep child,
til' the light overpowers the darkness inside,
where I secretly cried.
I secretly tried,
but no one would guess,
and I never put my cards face up.
It's only ketchup.
Used to patch up,
the cut and scratch ups,
caused by the dull
of my pencil,
and my soul.
I fell,
but I dragged myself up again,
back into my daily skin,
and I'm that burden.
That one whose not fully there,
told by everyone, "you just don't care",
with a random shudder scare.
The words I despise you all think,
even the shrink,
and it drowns me to the sink.
I'm that disaster,
everyone's after,
maniacal laughter.
"Am I losing my mind?"
"Is this mind really mine?"
"Would dying be fine?"
I'm not so refined :)
I can see the things in perfect imagery,
things I don't want to see,
always worried everyone hates me.
I can't see,
I'm not me,
I'm not even a somebody.
Maybe inside is some other ghost,
I'm the host,
at my death let's just have a toast.
Til' death do we part,
take it as a new start,
buy the roses to my grave from walmart.
I didn't think I mattered anyways,
sleeping through these pass-me-by days,
my mind playing simon says.
I always secretly try,
but I am still I,
and now simon says ".....goodbye."
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC
She could die any day.
Just tip-toe away.
But what would they say?
They still say she's okay.
...They don't say "please stay."
They cry when good men die.
They cry when they are scared.
They cry all the time.
They cry here.
They cry there.
So why?
Why?
Why for her, they don't cry?
Here she will fly between fire and sky,
in an ocean
her only air being devotion.
Life&Death; her only notion.
Is it bad to wish for a potion?
A spell to make this spell go?
She may try so-,
but I just don't know.
Why?
Why?
Why can't they see?
The lost,
the falling,
she's calling
she gives them a sign,
she loses grasp of her life's line.
Why?
Why?
Why don't they cry?
Cry for her.
Care for her!
See her here!
Please..
one tear.
Suppress her deepest fear.
Her pain is not mere.
She WILL fall,
if there is no bridge,
between the buildings in her mind.
She WILL tumble,
down,
if no one holds her hand,
and she get's left behind.
Save her.
Savor her.
For like this she will not last.
Deprived of what she needs,
internally she bleeds.
Cry
for just one day.
Prove to her,
she will be okay.
Teach her,
how to no be alone.
Love her,
don't leave her on her own.
Cry
Don't lie to her.
Don't act so refined.
She knows those lies,
she isn't blind.
And for once,
just for once,
when her thoughts have intertwined,
I beg of you,
I plead of you,
no one leave her behind.
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 10:09 PM UTC