"abduct" poems
Expectation And Submission:
The kool-aid sat on the table for two days.
I was forced to take a sip.
My will to live was driven out by fear.
I allowed true masters to abduct me.
Modern day oppression welcome us all.
Not one line will divide or add color.
Perception is ugly like horseshoe *****
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 2:32 PM UTC
“I don't know how to take this
I don't see why he moves me
He's a man, he's just a man
And I've had so many men before
In very many ways
He's just one more“
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ladies
you know ~ I know
these lyrics and the deep cut
and the familiar rut,
they unsecret in our inner chambers
and there is no bandage to
rip off, which/why the cut
never heals
despite your careful care to never
actively seek out the
irritant
but it finds you
in a rom-com
a particular intersection
a advertisement for half zip sweaters
when saying no to a
particular restaurant automatically
and the emotional shake,
not a smoothie,
part horseradish sweet sad,
part bitter herbs, tasteless bread,
spiced with a blend of
angry, self-loathing, regret,
and rage that your emotions
abduct your composure,
and that it still happens
way too often
a pale of regret,
that it was a lost chance,
the kind that come more infrequent,
and you mourn
the building up inside,
an intolerance for risk taking
which once
was your
most favorite
single characteristic
you liked,
about yourself
Dec 21, 2024
Dec 21, 2024 at 3:07 PM UTC
Noong bata pa ako
Gustung-gusto ko kapag malamig
Iyong tipong hindi ko na kailangan ng electric fan
At hindi rin ako pinagpapawisan
Pero noon 'yon
Nang wala pa akong ibang depenisyon ng lamig
Nang hindi ko pa alam kung ano ba ang pakiramdam kapag may nanlalamig
Akala ko kasi dati ang taong malamig lang ay iyong patay
Akala ko kasi dati ang lamig ay dulot lang ng malakas na hangin, paparating na bagyo o kaya ng amihan
Akala ko kasi dati hindi darating sa punto kung saan unti-unti ka nang magpapaalam
Unti-unti mo na ako iiwan
unti - unti mo na akong kinalimutan
bakit? bakit kung kelan na magiging pamilya na tayo
bakit kung kelan maroon ng laman ang sinapupunan ko
bakit kung kelan may tatawag na sayong "ama ko"
bakit mo kami binitawan at pinabayaan ng anak mo
Malamig
Hindi dahil sa amihan o sa kung ako pa man
Maayos ang panahon ngunit bakit ganoon
Dati naman kapag malamig ay kuntento ang tulog ko
Ngunit simula ng manlamig ka
Nakakatulog ako matapos ang pagbuhos ng mainit na likidong nanggagaling sa mga mata
Simula nang manlamig ka hindi ko na alam kung ano ba ang kaibahan mo sa yelo
Simula nang manlamig ka hindi ko na alam ang gagawin ko
Hindi ako sanay ng ganito
Sanay ako sa mainit **** yakap
Sanay ako sa mainit **** pagtanggap
Pero sa lamig ng iyong tono'y naninibago ako
Bakit ka nagbago?
Ikaw pa ba iyan?
O ang katauhan mo'y in-abduct na ng mga yelo
Pero hindi ko matanggap
Na sa pagbitaw mo sa aking mga yakap
Sa hindi mo pagpaparamdam
Sa hindi mo pagpansin
May iba akong nalaman
Kaya pala
Kapag pala nanlamig na
May nagpapainit na palang iba
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 5:16 PM UTC
Marry me.
One day.
Keep me .
Captive.
No one else.
Can abduct me like you.
You embrace my faults.
You love my corks.
What is it like?
Too be loved this much?
When your inside
Can you feel it?
The longing for everything
All of you
Forever?
Are you scared?
I am.......
But its the type of horror that keeps you at the edge of your seat.
When your heart keeps beating at a rapid pace
And your palms stay moist
No matter how many times you wipe them
But you dont care because you'd rather have swetty palms
Than no one to hold at all
God its the fire that burns
behind your eyelids
Scorching hot
Just one look
Its the effortless
conversations that last until dusk
Until you both are slowly dozing off only too dream about eachother
So scary
That one moment
Your worried all this stuf just a bunch of ********
But then someone comes and changes everything
You don't care about those meaningless things that once seemed so important to you
They seem so tiny and insegnificant
Your the only thing I want to care about anymore...
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 4:10 PM UTC
Hey flossy! Don’t offer this smile anymore
Mysterious smile torments the heart
That smile raises up the thirst.
If you agree to surrender all your mysterious smiles to me
In return I will return your love with the usury of love
And with time’s compound interest rate.
If you turn down to surrender your smile
Then know the consequences of it,
Taking incalculable stars as my co – operator
I will abduct the celestial curve moon on the land.
Hey belle! Don’t turn your face away
Tell me,
You will be the reason of how many wars,
And the cause of scrimmage amongst the juveniles?
If you don’t pay attention to me today
Then know it, You spectacular lady,
In the theater of mysterious smile
I prosecute for the execution
Of your heart snatching smile….
Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 9:12 PM UTC
I knew we were in trouble
when they taught the machines to talk
parliament of artificial owls
nocturnal park line pirates
watch and learn
these conspirators
abduct the listening chair
and strap deniability to
another infernal device
so some hotwired pilgriming woman
possesses superior ****** abilities
and a skill with
the violin, the pointy end
camera is king
yet all the negatives
have been destroyed
still somewhere out there
remains a flash card
and a hybrid set of eyes
watching all the people fall to pieces
we're perambulations around
collapsed buildings,
rather than the collapsing buildings themselves
me and the machine
of contradictions
sick as our secrets
with all kinds of shenanigans going on
welcome to the age of copying minds
onto hard drives and cellphones
a future too heavy to carry
and so we plant it deep into the soil
letting the cables sleep
like fading city lights, receding
like strange fractured reactors
at the edge of the world
in lieu of flowers send hope
Aug 10, 2022
Aug 10, 2022 at 6:37 PM UTC
My Eyes, to confiscate those Notes on-board
My Ears, to abduct those shrill Tunes a-light
My Hands, to guide the Maestro of the Word
My Tongue, to speak of their Meaning's Delight
My Mind, to sprinkle the Seeds of their Songs
My Heart, to skip Jolly Tunes with a Jig
My Spirit, to sponge my Past Living Wrongs
My Soul, to sing your Legacy so big
My Hands, to applaud the Kingdom's New Band
My Chest, to parallel Vibes to your Beat
My Legs, to absorb that Brilliant New Dance
My Feet, to seal this Friendship with your Creed.
These Parts sum; Three Sick Sires and a Dame
And how my Laurels want to know their Name.
Mar 13, 2013
Mar 13, 2013 at 2:26 AM UTC
I can't say I will marry her really soon for sure, because this is India and the society here is really tough.
But I'm Atul Kaushal, my name literally means Incomparable Skill and I intend to achieve something significant in my life, such that I'm fully capable to fulfill all her unsaid hidden desires when we marry.
I don't want her to feel any regrets or other negative feelings when she marries me some 7 years later, I only want us to be different than the rest of world such that unlike most of them no problems arise between us due to various worldly problems.
May be I'm dreaming of something perfect, but so far my life has been perfectly imperfect with the share of misgivings I have had is the majority in my performance card and I now wish that when she marries me the only thing which is imperfect is our hairstyle every morning we wake up smiling as we remember the previous night.
May be I am or may be I'm not demanding too much from time - I'm just asking her in my destiny - just her - in my mornings I imagine her jogging with me - in my days toiling at her desk in the office just like me - in my afternoons calling me to verify if I had my lunch we had packed in the morning - in my evenings asking how my day at office had been and telling about hers too - in my weekends I see 'us' having fun.
May be I am or may be I'm not being too apprehensive in my mind - apprehensive that whether her family will accept me as their son-in-law, or we would have to forget each other, or we will have only one way left and that be just to take help from the court and elope to get married, or may be I will just have to abduct her from the wedding venue in full public view in front of her parents, uncles & aunts, siblings & cousins, friends & acquaintances, Hindu priests & pujaris, may be thugs & bodyguards hired by her family to keep the wedding a smooth affair, and may be my parents might refuse to let her in.
But under ideal conditions, it will be as I desired and even later we would be happily parenting two kids for I don't wish to have just one child like I myself had been in my childhood; these scars of loneliness are dug prominently on my face, but these disappear, yes these disappear when you make me smile along you as I hear you smile and I believe that these will surely disappear permanently after our formal union; till then I miss you meri nanhi si jaan my sweet young love, like I should have missed when I was fifteen too - I miss you and I miss you because I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you and I more than love you.
Apr 5, 2013
Apr 5, 2013 at 2:33 PM UTC
Gently he'll take her in his arms,"Öh! my precious orchid"
he looks deeply in to her eyes, classic lover style, it still works,
that was the hope he finally clung on,her mother would murmur
something away from his ears,to be careful, he didn't get her point.
her eyes were bright and deceptive, his Waterloo,those two were,
eyelashes always would flutter, as if she is afraid, he would abduct her,
how romantic, his heart jumps up at once in delight,
a shipful of bounty returning after the hunt of a lifetime!
"Could I call you anytime, please let me, even if it's too late"
she would plead, too cute,then pretend dejection, ah! he likes it
as if he'll deny it and she can't bear that thought, her heart'd break,
he'd say" Ẅhy not, I'd anticipate your call all night"
he would stand sentinel,that night, wait for her call
hell, she won't call, not a day!, still can he go and sleep?
he'd meet her with bleary eyes, the day after so apologetic,
she'd get offended at his disheveled , mad look.
"Aren't you my heart's poem, then come to me little more decently"
asking him to keep awake all night, this wasn't her speaking!
"Come to coffeehouse, sharp at four" she is curt this time.
then, someone will come and inform, "She won't make it today"
And when things get muddled, she comes running
and pretend **** apologetic,"Sorry, a fool I am, to hurt you, dear"
never did he tell her what she really was, never asked her to **** off
she was a shipwreck, spectacular, rescue was someone else's business..
Apr 8, 2015
Apr 8, 2015 at 7:19 AM UTC
i will make a potion,
and put it in your drink,
you will loose your motion,
you will stop to think!
i will take you home,
and put you on my shelf,
i have to do it all alone,
cuz santas elfs won't help!
i tried to talk to you
but you didn't want me there
now i have to nacrotize you
to get you to care!
i asked santa for you
but he didn't seem to care
i wass good all year too,
but that got me nowhere!
now i'll put you to sleep,
in a blink of an eye,
you'll be mine to keep,
for the end of the time!
so let's celebrate tonight,
for the best year yet to be,
as you sleep in decorative lights,
marry christmas to me!
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 2:37 PM UTC
Homicide bomber through trial and error
The epitaph moniker scours my name
A sacredot comes to abduct unseen felonies
But you and I will never ever be the same
We neglect the olive branch
We are poles apart
Catacomb undercroft, catacomb deposit box
The cabinet mourns for me
My stigma is lost
Big chill runs through our vertebrae
It can surely be precise
Don't contemplate but ruminate
Extinction will suffice
We respect the villain
We lock horns
Catacomb undercroft
Catacomb deposit box
The cabinet mourns for me
Our stigma is lost
Diuturnal explication
Evanescent predicament
Fabricated blade incision
It cannot be over yet
Diuturnal - explication
Evanescent - predicament
Fabricatedbladeincision
It cannot be over yet
Homicide bomber - trial and error
Epitaph moniker scours my name
Sacredot comes to abduct unseen felonies
You and I will never ever be the same
We neglect the olive branch
We are poles apart
Apr 12, 2012
Apr 12, 2012 at 12:52 AM UTC
Green, stringbean bodies.
Neon skin, the color of
a lime being crushed
underneath a heel.
Tell me about earth,
I could hear the voice
in my head. Like a
radio being crumbled
up into a ball and
thrown into my
train of thought.
Earth?
Yes, Earth. Tell us about it.
Us?
There are forty-million listening.
Oh. Well, Earth. Earth. Earthy-Earth.
Earth is full of humans, like me.
People. Humans are people.
And people are hell.
In No Exit, there are these--
We've read No Exit.
You've read No Exit?
We've read everything humanity
has published, in a matter of
m o m e n t s.
You aren't as developed as you
seem to think you are.
What was the best thing you read?
We were partial to
Last Exit to Brooklyn.
Now, back to our question:
tell us about Earth.
If you've already read everything,
why do you need to ask,
let alone ask me?
You are the most
insignificant person
on this planet.
We are interested
in your thoughts.
I'm insignificant?
Yes.
Oh. I see.
Earth... Well, people...
People are beautiful.
The Earth is beautiful.
What makes us gorgeous
is our growth and our
desire to progress.
What makes us dazzling
is our belief that
a collective happiness and
an individual happiness
is both attainable
and sustainable.
Now, **** me
and annihilate
my planet, already.
That's why you're here,
right?
No. We're here to
harvest your women
and to colonize
everyone else.
You just persuaded us
to breed with your women.
But, that's ****
And colonizing?
That's slavery.
We've read everything
your planet has ever written.
**** and slavery has been
encouraged on your planet
since your brief breath of
e x i s t e n c e.
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 2:19 PM UTC
You rent out my hand
and abduct my mouth
to force me to speak
I will oppose
You intoxicate my legs
and hide away my feet
while returning my debt
and ***** me
just so I may speak
I oppose
You embrace me in a tea room
send me grape juice
and give me a sentence
only for me to speak
I am opposing
You amputate my brain
so I may admit to my thought
And play me a tape which is outgoing
So I might decide to say
of my needles
and say so speaking
I still oppose
Sep 6, 2010
Sep 6, 2010 at 1:25 PM UTC
White and bright,
hovering over me tonight.
The grass prickling on my bare skin,
as I lay hopeless.
Shines in my eyes, and
burns on my left arm side.
The pain is unbearable, as the
feeling was real.
The light dims as the saucer
appears.
My eyes watched with curiosity,
and wonder.
It hovers above me,
as my body was paralyzed from
top
to bottom.
It flies away until it is
a
few inches away from I.
Transforming into a
Christmas decoration, tonight.
Walking up a flight of stairs,
unsure what is ahead.
I see a familiar face,
a face that resembles me.
My care taker, my mother.
Sadden and dark, as we meet eye to eye.
"You were gone for many years, and your
grandparents blamed it on me."
Her words struck me, as if millions
of bombs went off in my heart.
Her voice was scratchy and her tone was dry,
my heart was pounding as if
it was the dawn of time.
"What do you mean? That I was gone?I have
been here ever since I've become."
Her stare was cold but hurt, yet I was confused.
Was I really here? or the mysterious light abduct me?
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 9:40 PM UTC
Unexpectedly he has been cracked
Squarely across his dainty skull
Inevitably to his knees he languishes
Supplemented by a concussion
Havoc is illicitly wreaked upon the delicacy
Of this young man's psyche
As another swift, sucker punch is executed
Stylishly into his jawbone
Followed by an unforeseen series
Of frenzied jabs to the nose
The anguish screams through the brooks
Of crimson oozing from his nostrils
While a dangerous haymaker
Shockingly arises from thin air
Sinking fiercely into his cornea
Rupturing the veins in his eyeball
A circular crown of black envelops
The entire surface of his left eye
Oh, the gruesome consequences of
Applauding the eminence of nonexistence
A truculent knockout that will truly
Abduct one into an eerie coma
And rightfully deliver them back to
The portion of reality where they belong
Aug 28, 2011
Aug 28, 2011 at 4:54 PM UTC
they say that darkness falls.
they believe it overtakes the
Sun, in all its brilliance,
at the end of every day.
in their eyes, the clutches of night
abduct the light that is exuded
on to our haste-driven,
humming lives.
per contra,
black waves have never conquered
the biting bars of golden sunlight;
instead, it has always billowed
from opposite ends of the Earth
to replace a fickle Sun, one
that forsakes stars and city stripes
for new moieties, and
new existences.
at night, a duvet of ink swirls above us,
blanketing bodies and nature alike
under enchanted, glittering tapestries
woven together with the glittering tears
of galaxies out of reach, sewn and fitted
to the quintessence of shadowed alleys,
whispering fields, even
the dimply lit room where two beating hearts
unify.
they say darkness falls,
when the truth is, it rises.
darkness always rises like the calm, gentle wave.
Sep 13, 2013
Sep 13, 2013 at 10:15 PM UTC
An exquisite product of nature, A creation of lust.
Your beauty is omnipotent, that can control and destruct.
Abduct my feeble mind and torture, I will endure the pain.
********** and ecstasy is all I want to obtain.
Don't let me move show your authority.
Conjure affliction for me it's pleasure.
You're a lithe, malevolent deity.
A divine, unobtainable treasure.
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 2:31 AM UTC
Crooked, Tempest, Spineless F*ck
The worst intentions with the best of luck
**** Take, "Pancake"
Consume, Devour, Fire in the Lake
Do yourself once in awhile,
Let me be.
Mosey along, claim to be free
Pocket full of posies and stains on your knees
Give in to what they want,
Cause it's all you ever knew
Pockets full of knives and blood on my shoes
Do yourself once in awhile,
Let me be.
Arrived in new lands, to conquer or claim?
Call it your home, I wish it your bane
No more identity, no more home
Pining away from cracks in the throne
You stole something I could never own
Do yourself once in awhile,
Let me be.
This carcass is dead, you've bled me dry
But there's more to these bones than meets the eye
Maybe one day you'll dig me up
Uncover the mystery amidst the muck
Than I could tell you the difference
Between saving a life and living a lie
Do yourself once in awhile,
Let me be.
The Polygamist and his Pharmacy Keys
"Worship me or you'll catch my disease."
I'm crawling on the ground but I'll see you in the sky
Where the ship will abduct, and Sophia says Hi.
Nov 26, 2011
Nov 26, 2011 at 2:08 AM UTC
Alien, you remain a mystery to me.
You carve upon my retinas with your ideas,
your friendless habits abduct my days.
You phrase my nightmares and phase through
my eyelashes, lasting a dawn with nothing more than
gibbous eyelids, over-ambitious? No. My heart is not nutritious,
fixing this isn't by contributing to the addiction, inflicting
absence as a base to what I do; how I think. Why are
you always at the edge of when I
blink?
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Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 11:51 PM UTC
Serenity of the Buddha fountain
graces our garden
His wise presence flows
steadily over thorns, thistle
and rocks that jut across the pathway
creating obstacles in our lives
There was turmoil, misery,
calamity in His generation
just like today
The Ravanas of our time
prowl earth’s gardens
seeking to abduct and ravage
goodness, love, purity, truth
Illustrious Gautama gained the perfect
peace that passeth understanding
by treading the middle path and realizing
that pushing the envelope
indulging in all types of extreme behavior
sabotages our mental, emotional and physical
well being
He declared to His disciples as they
wandered through the world that
desire is the cause of all suffering
and like the Master Jesus encouraged them
“to be in the world not of it”
This He knew could be actualized by
the right use of the senses,
loving, compassionate service to mankind
and having a still, tranquil mind
through the process of
meditation
Twilight dusk blankets the garden
The Buddha twinkling under a
panorama of evening stars
a crystal ball spinning luminously
in his hands
illumines our beaten path
from His radiant pedestal,
beneath the Bodhi tree
“The Sun of Enlightenment Shines”
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 10:59 AM UTC
I'm not a product
I'm an abduct
E
To not be
or be
It's not a question
it's a statement
get the ****
out of the basement
become your own
replacement
don't run
face it
learn to embrace it
there's no wrong
or right
there's just tonight
if you don't fight
for the moment
then you're a prisoner
to the past
or you live too fast
on fast forward
to the future
then you have
no culture
no identity
just a picture
in an album
from the 80's
you know it's crazy
so stop the madness
eject the sadness
open the door
to a new
consciousness
and in this
lies bliss
like an ******
incense stick
left burning
in your brain
one step closer
to sane
runaway
if you want
but you'll be back
this life is a circle
like a High School track
one day you'll
realize to stop
running around
and just sit down
on the bleachers
and soak it all in
that's the only way
to win
stop playing
start saying
goodbye to the lies
then blink blink
open your eyes
to finally
realize
it's all
a disguise
for how simple
it all
really is
Oct 30, 2011
Oct 30, 2011 at 4:19 PM UTC
My hands wrap around the end of my sleeves, cutting off the chilling air; avoiding hypothermia. Although, my finger is curious to feel frost. Slowly, it creeps to the tip of my sleeve. Thankfully the slight chill warns me. Any further and I would have been bitten. For frost bites.
My legs are locked like lifeless rocks at the bottom of an ocean. The tear I shed from my eye is crisp and cold on my swollen face. In front of me are frozen foot steps pacing in past on the asphalt street. A roadside light gleams down thirty paces away. The wind is silent. The street is clear.
In fact, all that speaks is my mind. Body as motionless as the dead, yet my lungs still fill with air and my heart continues to pump blood through my veins. I am heavy in thought; heavy in feeling. I can't seem to move my motionless limbs. I rather fall to the bitter pavement and let my dreams abduct me in rest. For I am tired. I am weak. And I am heavy.
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 3:39 PM UTC
Let the illusion of loving take me
I am stronger than the oak
Let the stranglehold of hatred tempt me
I am slipping from it's grasp
Let mortality escape with those around me
I am understanding of life
Let misery abduct the heart of hearts
I am quick to recover
Let their lust rip the soul of the inner child
I am spotless resilience
Let life play keep away with my dreams
I am tenacious
Let enduring sleep try for me
I am chosen
Let the contention of family destroy the man
I am the phoenix
Let the struggles be many
I am not dissuaded
Let the enemy fill my heart with lies
I am believing
I am myself
I am all that I am become
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC
Death stuck its tongue down my throat
The day you waltzed into my life
I should have felt the universe's tempo erupt
But I was too busy fulfilling self-prophecies
Luring with your lore
The diabolical trickster
I would have had an alibi
But you led me to the woods
You said, "Follow these bread crumbs,
I'm right by your side."
But when we arrived,
You blew the house down
And as I watched the Jack of Hearts
Fly away like a destined balloon,
You threw me in the oven
I just wanted to know what I stood for
You spelled it out for everyone
Psychological warfare bends
Now you have my friends
In your sweaty little palm
You're Warhol in a freezer
Conducting Gold with your disposable
Tin-foil factory
They postulate and worship you
While you jam their fingernails in soil,
In smack,
On steering wheels of junk Cadillacs
But your exploitation is a little less divine
They'll build statues in your honor
But their names never graced
The pages of your diary
I couldn't help but ask
Where did you learn such deceit?
Did the antichrist tribe transform you?
Or did a brainwashing cult abduct you?
Did dear liberty project a monarch on your crown
Then steal your head away?
Someone had to teach you the tactics of the dead
Otherwise I wouldn't be here
The ****** who never loses his shirt
But fights *****
Who thinks he's a sun god
But never could see the ice on the moon
You're nothing but a blurred photograph
An insect in amber
An unborn fetus
A ghost
You could have had your revolution
But you chained all the orphans
And crucified her on a telephone pole
Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 11:57 PM UTC