"actualy" poems
/ the aesthete...
and the athlete,
i.e.
the "sophist",
and the "philosopher"?
ah... phonetics, rather linguistics:
former: as-feet...
but the latter?
ancient greek
in french:
a(h)'f'lé'té.
people should, really introduce
a chemistry-style subscript for surds,
most notably H,
hay'chch,
when dealing with such deviations
from classicaly philosophy
metaphysical concerns,
and modern, orthography:
this, the, now,
types of "philosophical" inquiries:
and i mean that
as "philosophical":
because i actualy mean...
the favours of pedantry akin to
being entertained by
the intricacies of Versailles;
you'd get more good-luck wishes
in the form of horse-shoes
hanging over your door in a small
village in the ***** of gascony.
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 11:00 AM UTC
There is a cat in my home, and slowly it has grown fatter from feasting on food that I own.
I go to work every day, so theres no possible way that this cat could look for pray.
Yet still, somehow, when I return, he's stuffed.
Belly filled with pizza crust he looks as if he'll bust.
Somehow he finds a way outside, where he roams to neighbors homes to fill up on old turkey bones.
Second breakfast and for lunch this hungry cat would munch, till diner came, then the game would change and just like that this cat would be back.
In the morning when I leave, this cat would beg that I come home with fishes. The begging grew bad, so I'de do exactly as she wishes. Heres the trouble: I feed her once, shes still hungry, so i feed her double. Hours of her mighty meow. Her, just sitting there constantly, bellowing just like a cow, until I provide her with her chow. Now, I tried feeding her less and getting her to run but Im just competing with my stress when that cats not having fun. She would sit and moan, Oh the noises she'd groan as Ide remove her from the cushion she had claimed as her thrown.
After this cat had Disowned me, I had learned just like that, that infact it was actualy the cat who had owned me. See cats are a beast of nature, there a creature that can not be tampered. So when theyve been pampered and foods been delivered, you can bet a strong bet that this cat will expect to be treated with the best packaged liver from a duck that Wal-Mart can deliver.
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 11:53 AM UTC
Pretty girl walks down the streets,
But no-one knows,
She is actualy an he.
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 5:21 AM UTC
Motto: „ they are all elsewhere/ examining things/ in new bedrooms/” – Charles Bukowski – Praying for rainy days
**** Bukowski
thinks that’s a supraestimated fake
for townsends of years
„ harder than The Riots of Watts”
and it’s not about *****
it’s too precoius and delicate
and it’s not about women
'couse the women *** with roses
or with the spine-birds
and still gets payed on the job
it’s all about poetry
it’s about that funny slaughterhouse
in wich we kick eachothers stupide ***
like some real lovers
and then we rearange our underwear
or what’s left of it
it’s all about a load of **** good to be throwned at the garbage
'couse – don't mention it – there is nothing heroical
and every ****** thing is a makeup
there is just a mouse shiverring in a corner
two ugly frogs are hugging all what is left of the sun
and above all
the monkey is trying hard to improvise a tired smile
**** Bukowski
I don't know a living soul with such a perseveration
to ****** his poems
like his money on horse-races
like his fat’n’ugly mexican ******
and still somehow to become his own hero
insane like this
born into this
and becouse he had lived to much like a dog
alone with the whole world
with it’s ******* **** beauty
in wich actualy nobudy finds his mate
in wich everything it’s just a canibalistic clown
and a childish cry
almoust painfully dead
from his own laughter
Mar 30, 2010
Mar 30, 2010 at 11:06 PM UTC
You never actually listen about what i have to say
Have i ever not listen to every single you left words unsaid?
Am I not being strong for us when im still seen not here but as if complaining about what my heart tears
Do you fail to realise that you were the one trying to push me away
When I was just there trying not to interfere
Why do you always say that because due to my feelings feel make me have change
When i was still the same person since the begining and never once you heard my heart whistling
So why do you say all this or is this due to what your heart actually fears
For all this while i've been kissing your forehead at nights and that didnt bothered at first
Then you kept telling me not to have feelings towards you
When actualy the truth
i've never ever ever i remember saying i love you
Its always every time we fight that I let out my feelings that you took in as excuses
Dont you see all this while ive never complained about you
Doesn't that show I praised god that he picks me to have someone as perfect as you
Could this be my very last fate written by you
For my feelings will never speak to you
If my apologies you still refuse
For Im sorry I wont speak
I love you
Till
I forgived by you
Maman Screams
Copyright 2016
28 march 2016
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 5:56 PM UTC
I say I'm okay
I tell you I'm fine
I don't want you to feel
This hurting of mine
I feign indifference
I pretend I don’t care
I don’t want to bother you
With the pain I bare
I laugh and pretend
That their words don't sting
But Sometimes I feel
They don’t know a thing
Most write it off
As actualy fine
But I know you see through
This façade of mine
Now I'll say something
You want to hear
Im sorry
For hiding the pain my dear
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 7:17 PM UTC
We were inseparable
We were something else
We were the beginning of an ending
We were painful tears full of joy
We were desire that could not unfold
The only i trusted
The only i truly loved
Spend my life with you i could
Something i never wanted to let go of
Someone I'd like to have my whole life
Not based on intoxication
Not based on the venom we are fed
Not based on pleasure
Had nothing to do with ***
More than anything it was a life long friendship
Maybe you did not feel that way
Maybe you did not care
Maybe you are happier now
Maybe i was one more of the same
Maybe i was just a passtime
Maybe i gave one too many *****
Whilst you actualy did not care
Anyhow i hope the best for you
Wish you nothing but the best
I would still drink all your pains away
And do anything to make you stay
But truly i was just food for your ego
I always made you feel so great
I was always there for you
You for me? You were more involved in your own ****
I would still confort you evey day
Make a big deal of every detail
I would still be there and truly care
You'd still be my first choice
I know i was always rebound
I dont really care
Still i hope i mattered
Still i hope you cared
Still i hope you feel the same way
Still i hope we end the war
Still i hope I'll see you again
Still i hope we make amends
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 12:22 AM UTC
I shut them up. The feelings.
I tell them to keep quiet so I can pretend they're not here.
And they do, they are silent.
But it should make me feel good and it doesn't.
I just feel nothing until I feel everything together.
There are days and weeks and months of nothing.
Of ignoring the pain in my heart hoping it'll go away
if I pretend it's not there; of holding back tears when
they threaten to fall, until my head hurts with the
effort; of telling myself it's all alright and I'm actualy
okay; of being numb and empty. As I supress the bad
feelings, I also supress the good ones. I feel absolutely
nothing.
And then, out of a sudden, resulting usually of too much
time alone and overthinking, the feelings can't be controled
any longer. And I cry, and it hurts like hell. The feelings scream
and kick and fight because they don't wan to be silenced again.
And there's this voice inside my head mocking me and telling
me they'll always be there even if I pretend they're not.
I know, it doesn't matter what I do, they'll win anyway.
But I shut them up again.
I may not win, but I keep fighting.
I have to.
One day, I hope, they'll be gone for good.
And then I'll enjoy the silence.
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 2:28 AM UTC
I’m drunk,
like,
actualy drunk and i find that all i want is you,
still,
even affter ive forgotten alot of other peoples names.
i think my brain is fried and i still don’t care because the psrt that holds you is still ther and i think thats all that matters, really.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 1:15 AM UTC
am looking for black one actualy i am not in her way but she always come in my way mybe i've been cassed a black speel so that i can not avoid i wonder if God will support.
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 11:08 AM UTC
Somewhere in this world is the
Reason ..
I get mind ****** If I had no skills
He wouldn't still be with me
I'm sure of it ..
Selfish to think
I was really that important
Actualy quite the opposite
My tongue is just the Reason to
Pretends he cares
I'm just a waste if time
He says he doesn't deserve me
Maybe I am just a battle ship
Waiting to sink
Over speak and over. Think
Pitiful to think I was better then
Her .. He whorshiped the ground she walked on .. I will never stand a chance
She will always rule the shadows of my relationship
Taunting hiim
He could have her but got stuck with. Me
Im so bitter to say things
lashing out of anger
But I feel as if I'm just tge second choice cuz he couldn't have her
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 2:16 AM UTC
When you just get pushed away
when you just fade away
you encounter a monster
a monster with a open face
then you'll begin to race
but you can not run away from your deamons
so you go to the up side down
where its dark and cold
and everything there is the exact opposite
but much darker
where the monsters can get you
but I actualy would feel welcome
because they made me a monster so this place could be home
if the monsters wouldn't **** me to
so no matter who you are a villain or not
don't get caught
caught up side down
or the monsters will get you
but if your like me
show those monsters what true crazy looks like
set the score past eleven
and be a maniac
because that's what it takes to **** a monster
all the way to the alter
all the way upside down
Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 8:59 PM UTC