"abridge" poems
Meat
You make me want to get high and end something.
Your childhood shouldn’t be mine.
You apathetic ****
I know you don’t care.
That’s why it hurts.
You’re father was gone,
Maybe that would be better.
You’re here, but not for me.
You’re just a huge tease.
Without words you flay.
Furl me in a calm.
Just to show what worth you have of me.
I’d rather be whipped.
At least then you’d use me.
Your always at my leash.
If I try to pull you to me.
You’re never at the end.
Endless release of my constant fill.
Never seems to bring benevolence.
Slamming fists, yelling to a burn,
Biting until blood, hurting until bruised.
You’re a tick I can’t rip out.
Burrowed and *****
I can rip my skin open.
Dig in.
You’d never be found.
I’d amputate your from me.
With a saw, knife, or bullet.
You **** me dry, and never pass a nod.
I can’t scream into another.
Or cry with someone.
They’re nothing to me.
Cause they’re nothing to you.
I have no one.
Monkey see, monkey do.
There’s always something absent.
Turgid and deeply rooted.
It hollows my chest when I feel it.
I’ll never taste it.
Or have the chance to waste it.
Finding someone to abridge.
Is frustratingly crippling.
I sting just thinking about it.
You knee capped me.
I’ll never love.
I’ll never be loved.
You made me meat.
You made everyone meat.
Mar 30, 2021
Mar 30, 2021 at 4:23 PM UTC
I am not one to placate beggars of description and hardly know where I lived besides. early on I picked up a stone and my friends passed it around after I threw it. few went braless. sex was something of a docile raccoon cub in a half globe of ice. fathers all were barked down from the same tree by the same poets. in the previous I will be refusing to enter the trailer home of my ninth grade love where for all I learn her hound might still be waiting for its ball sack to fall. I will inspect only what is already true. if in the following you do not come upon a series of blank pages just when the getting is good than my publisher was chosen too quickly and my brilliance is of less remain. as I am well versed in parental infighting I have little vote but to edit my mother and abridge my father and say they were kids looking at an ultrasound of an empty stomach other than my mother’s.
Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 3:00 PM UTC
you can never under-estimate the humanity
of one example,
as you already exampled undermining
the humanity of "you", or whatever choice
of pronoun that befits your idea of superiority -
as said Japan attacked, China retaliatory -
Mongol kept apart - bereaving Scandinavia
bereft due to the European ploy fancy;
you can never under-estimate the humanity
of one example,
as you already exampled undermining
the humanity of "you", or whatever choice
of pronoun that benefits with your idea of superiority -
as said Pearl Harbour: war against war
rather than war against society - indeed modernity
with the man in the high castle rather than
i'm the king of the castle - whereby the softened
consonants rather the hardened vowels -
ð adjacent of j - verifiable ðe- or -dje,
dje - or thus extreme English definite articulate of θη -
i won't give you answers, forget it ****
i don't have a lifetime or likened vein of thought -
variations of f and some vowel, θ- e-i -φ - gobble up
a blah... due to η we endow θ with a calibre of vowel necessary,
fully... eta is like a missing diacritic on emicron, shortened,
ah **** epsilon - one and the same...
still involved, softening, duck-quack-and-feather cushioning,
i admit it's regardless of being 90 years of age
skipping rope and boa entanglement to myth
in memory of a life actually lived -
the stink of my great-grandmother's apartment
the coal-set-piece of what could be a baking oven...
the whole place was scented in ferns...
i don't know why, ferns, it was just ferns...
it wasn't Parisian perfumes, it, was, just, ferns...
it was't the next trend of clothing, it was just fur,
you watched your neighbour's television because
you didn't have your own... ferns! ferns! ferns!
the myth told to children about a golden fern leaf,
the myth of Gutwin and the bee that stung my shin -
it's so long ago, i wish it remained,
all i have is America i'll never see, ever hear,
ever touch, America is just an advert, it's nothing,
all i have is America i'll never savour, ever feel,
ever know, it's just abstract, all i'll get from America
is Apache alcoholism as worth writing about
rather than taking a selfie... and that's about it...
otherwise i'm left with kardashian celluloid -
globalisation really has made London a village
and Abridge a capital.
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 10:57 PM UTC
Dearest Abstract,
tell me-
what color you drip when you laugh?
how many languages do you tempest?
when you cry, who spills deeper
you, or the rain?
You abridge me into a litany of mysterious elations.
I asphyxiate inside your rapid joy
and you drive me past my fondest entropy.
I fawn at your luscious humor.
Dearest Abstract,
take me-
outside the realm of plastic men
into the hive of the eloquent-
will o’ the wisp denizens
who flaunts shafts of pickled delight
like isolated pilgrim adventure.
Dearest Abstract
Allow me to dive into the furrows of your didactic faith
and there consume me raw.
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 2:35 AM UTC
in the gospel to revise apocalypse
one cannot abridge obsession
one can however
follow a man
pushing his son
in a wheelchair
to a word and that word
is amen
-
for the time the wheelchair wields a person
it will use the person
to leave the dead
alone
-
but oh
to sink into the living
with such a contraption
is impossible
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 3:33 PM UTC
Memories decimating the mind and man
Through cascading, deteriorating mess
Of sinewy synapses abridge the mind
From reliving, reminiscing our Mumbai.
Deciphering its puzzling frontages
Until our conscious abandons what was whole.
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 11:55 AM UTC
water leaves its house.
the only word I have for absence is mouth.
some pills, on other pills, sail.
egg shells, halved as born that way
bubbles. paperbacks, swollen, zippered
into a mattress. doors ajar
the awe of room. ark, whale, and a third
in her like jonah: a loss
I’d touch
to abridge my hands.
Jul 12, 2012
Jul 12, 2012 at 11:59 AM UTC
993
We miss Her, not because We see—
The Absence of an Eye—
Except its Mind accompany
Abridge Society
As slightly as the Routes of Stars—
Ourselves—asleep below—
We know that their superior Eyes
Include Us—as they go—
874
***
Sending chills this tortured spine,
as aches precede the worded fiction
Sorted truth does rest sublime
beneath the light of benediction
Broken dreams of compass flair,
directions cast a blinded waning
Trusted roots abridge the square
of all that’s lost and is remaining
Washed along this fertile beach
of sanded hope and history
Tasting o’ thy patterned speech
as common phrases come to me
Desolate my cornered mind
of images I pray be true
Dangling the lost to find
retaliation in my view
Pray, oh be, as life does rattle
chains of only mist to turn
Laughter like some long fought battle,
in amongst we tend to learn
When the calling comes so random,
names are lost on open seas
One by one in columned tandem,
drenched of hell’s insanities
Take me to thy deepest haven,
so that I may find the end
Black as night o’ windswept raven,
come to me now once again
Razored claw and broken arrows,
filled with such, the violence
Playing through the endless narrows,
falling to my own expense
This, a life that's not worth living,
not this day, not anymore
Breaths so tethered in their giving,
pull the drapes and close the door
Take a seat your exits' waiting,
frozen hinges squeak in time
Find the map for navigating,
somehow through this wicked rhyme
Follow me, I know the heading,
down this staircase, up the hall
End those futile tears you're shedding,
she's not waiting for your call
Through this doorway stenciled broken,
toss your heart there on the floor
It is but a useless token,
you'll not need it anymore
You’re now privy to the meaning,
whether you do understand
Motioned light, this night is leaning,
let it take you by the hand
Now of time and missing portal,
through the lens of sights unknown
Nothing whispers you are mortal,
for this day you have been shown***
Sep 9, 2016
Sep 9, 2016 at 5:46 PM UTC
abridge the air above the aria
because basically I'm bent on balancing books
center to the capacity of culpability
derived from the demonic disappointments
entering my ethnicity.
Forget the foul fate
of so greatly glazed
a high horse
inside an icy inescapable
jail, where juveniles jinx
Kublai Khan, knocking the kimono
lying lazily upon the lamp.
Mortifying my middle man
never negating the negotiations
of an open opinion
perhaps a pernicious
quagmire, quietly and quickly,
ravenously rages,
sickly. Stop spewing
this title to tempt
under the universe
very volatile in
waiting. Wonder why
Xanthippe from Xian is
yearning for your
zenith and zeros in
on your words.
Pondering,
wondering,
if this is all for nothing.
coming up asundering.
their voices thundering.
and I am
silent.
now.
alone.
staring into a world undone,
wondering where the sun
could be.
And seeing,
it's right behind of me
And I wonder how I got
where I ought to be.
my food for thought is free.
it's the words inside of me.
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 7:17 PM UTC
Something draws me down on earth
To you
Something invokes the inner compassion
For you
Something wakes in silent longing
To be with you
This sleepless spirit yearns the fuel of your caressing graze
your melodic voice
your anguish to abridge and
Protect you from any harm
O Love
Return with your arms full of warmth
And never leave
For I'm your gravity
Burying your love in my heart
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 1:51 PM UTC
Our Silhouettes cast upon a dawn sky,
My hand in yours....
A touch from which we do not shy
Lead us now to safer shores.
A gap to bridge,
Between strangers.
Protect you now from unknown dangers.
Your loneliness I will abridge.
One half is mine
The other of your design.
Piece together our own fantasy
In center, you and me.
In sync with this beat
Our bodies now meet.
Support each other
Love no other.
Uplift you
Prove this is true
Veiled in white
Your beauty fills my sight
I do, I do,
I need to be with you
Under steeple stands
Couple with clasped hands
Waiting to be bound
Just as we were found
Wanting of love,
Lips now meet.
A babe's new cries this world does greet.
Held in mothers arms.
Keep her free from all kinds of harm.
Called to serve
Steel your nerve
On desert sands
Guns replace your lover's hands
In the shade of palms
Your world weary palms
Fall to the Earth
A soul free'd from its berth
Half a world away
What can she say
A mothers loss,
Flowers on a lonely cross.
Daughters hands where his did hold.
Left without a father
Thoughts do bother...
Where is father?
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 2:19 PM UTC
I can pour tears,
I can raise mountains,
I can draw the forces, but I could keep you,
For you were my pride and hero,
My fortress and Star,
Even do you left abridge the year,
I still miss you.
Everyday I close my eyes I still see you,
I still dream of your words,
You never stop pushing me,
I felt you had the world,
I felt you had prime for time,
I still stand to you the general,
A legend with a thousand army,
You live on in my heart,
I love you,even as you watch over me,
I am joyed for you kept your home glittering,
I am proud of your accomplishments,
I am doomed to succeed,
You live on my general..
Dec 22, 2019
Dec 22, 2019 at 11:40 AM UTC
Goddess, such a relegating term
But then again,
How do you abridge someone
Who embodies universes inside?
How do I, a mere wanderer,
who is in awe of your luminous wit
Who has traversed her terrains,
Strolled from the glacier
Though her well carved volcanoes
Down to her meadows where,
Her majestic rivers meet and form conflux.
Where her flower continuesly disperse
The elixir of eternal life,
When it is kindled by the desire.
How could i, a mere nomad
Who continouesly crave this water of life
Who is always seeking this fountain,
do you justice,
And encapsulate you, the infinite beauty,
In one word,
Except for the relegating term Goddess,
That my petty mind could come up with.
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 11:19 AM UTC
(-)
church of intermission. church of the rolled-away church my fever follows. church of it ain’t a baby until it spits. church of the lawnmower left running. of the space you give the grieving horse. church of you when you die in my sleep. of musical suicides. church of the disinfected high chair. of the false bruise. of how to become a balloon in the church of touch.
(-)
in the library’s dream, the abortion clinic is no bigger than a fingerprint.
(-)
this is me
praying
for a photo
of my father’s
last meal.
me
praying
to have
the allergic
reaction
my mother
faked.
for proof
of animal
suicide.
a mirror for my toys. dirt for my brother.
(-)
and we touch to abridge doom in the bed of a headless man. and we struggle to hear a father verbatim. and we ask in a fierce wind a phone booth to please be a fireplace. and a starfish consoles a handprint.
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 10:19 PM UTC
Backspace
Remove
Cut out
Obliterate
Expun
Cancel
Omit
Efface
Demolish
Terminate
Revoke
Eradicate
Blot out
Negate
Extinguish
Undo
Disengage
Erase
Abridge
Repudiate
Void
Retract
Abrogate
What is our purpose here, other than to regret things we cannot delete?
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 2:39 PM UTC
Death strikes twice, the first, when coursing lifeblood stops
Upon the second, the spoken name of thine be lost,
And time between should not be briefed,
But scalpel blade and nimble hands within, abridge,
Of all potential generations be stole, a thiefed,
No more a babe be at my tender breast,
Boneless mouth be torn away, a burned bridge
Alas! The conduit be severed full,
The songbirds sing upon in their nest
Above their chicks, but never I, for I am null
The blessed Lord up above, import remembrance
‘Though time ‘twixt the events become short
So be me, as long as mouths doth speak
Death creeps aforth, upon, and scared, retreats.
Mar 12, 2017
Mar 12, 2017 at 9:01 PM UTC
Oh Dark'N'shine,
Spaces abridge we two,
Yet, every day and night,
I see your face
Because the sky and star
Remind me of you always.
Oh Dark'N'shine,
Your smiles are healing spell
Your breath is energy
Your voice is the buoy of life
Your touch is magical
And your love is happiness
Oh Dark'N'shine,
Let me lost my fingers
In the spaces of yours
Let me lost my arms
Around your shoulder
Let us find our tongues
Lost in our mouths
Oh Dark'N'shine,
Let your heart beat
Rhyme with mine.
Let our cold limbs
Be warm from hugs
Let your face smile
To these words
And Let my Heart
Be entwined in agape bloom.
Poet:
Alabi Oluwatimilehin
BabyLawyer
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 9:50 AM UTC
from [shuteye in the land of the sacred commoner]
~
it’s all in your head. the newborn we had on a mountaintop. the word it knew from memory. its hand that stuck to everything but the dog our dog ate. the cold our dog died from. the tent we called aquarium. that we filled with diapers. that was never full.
~
when asked
I say
I see
on the floor
of a mudhut
a *** toy
having
a seizure.
I kiss the feet
you’re the future
of.
~
church of intermission. church of the rolled-away church my fever follows. church of it ain’t a baby until it spits. church of the lawnmower left running. of the space you give the grieving horse. church of you when you die in my sleep. of musical suicides. church of the disinfected high chair. of the false bruise. of how to become a balloon in the church of touch.
~
and we touch to abridge doom in the bed of a headless man. and we struggle to hear a father verbatim. and we ask in a fierce wind a phone booth to please be a fireplace. and a starfish consoles a handprint.
~
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Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 11:29 AM UTC
You try hard,
You hit hard.
You set the trump
And show your card.
You abridge your words
And aggrandize your actions,
You try to solve the problem
And ameliorate your wrong reactions.
Never try to escape a situation,
As it is the only time to test your innovation.
Don't be afraid of being caught,
It's life and its always worth giving a shot.
The journey is unending and adamant.
No doubt indeed.
But you should give it your best
And let yourself sweat and bleed.
So coalesce all your efforts,
Kick out every ambiguous thought.
As this life is worth taking the risk,
So, let's give it a shot!
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 4:57 AM UTC