"adventitious" poems
Forgive the malicious repetitious dismay.
This quarrel so vicious, flagitious swordplay.
Inauspicious foreboding, one lover’s display.
Seditious naught, my miscarried parlay.
Delicious divulging- in this adventitious decay.
Oct 12, 2011
Oct 12, 2011 at 4:27 AM UTC
He only imbibes because of his dipsomania.
She only practices onanism because she's afraid he'll impregnate her.
He despises her monomania.
She's too affable, almost to the point of being obsequious.
He's too acrimonious and muzzy.
She knows she's a bit of a coquette.
He thinks he's a cuckold.
She used to be flighty until she fell into this convoluted dystopia.
He used to find it scintillating to get sozzled.
She just wants a lark once in a while.
His iniquity makes him want her to be lascivious.
Her every fatuity leads to a cabal.
He's too opaque and insipid.
She has to iterate and reiterate everything she says.
He feels his infatuation is unrequited.
She finds this unproblematic.
He doesn't imbue her with anything anymore.
She thinks he's unpitying of that.
He'll malinger tomorrow.
She'll wonder if it's all adventitious or kismet.
She can't handle his odium.
He can't stand her ten dollar words.
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 7:58 PM UTC
You had me watching your mouth verbatim.
The way your lips formed the words I could hardly focus on,
because the corners of your mouth curled in a way I haven't yet seen.
Our adventitious exchanges were works of art,
painted by filthy minds,and fueled by my own flushed face.
murmurer à moi, mon cher
I'm taken aback by your quips,
and how easily they make me want you.
I'd be lying if I said that you saying my name
didn't make me think evocatively,
of what would happen, were we ever alone.
murmurer à moi, mon cher
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 10:14 PM UTC
*"you deserve someone beautiful.
let no one tell you otherwise."*
you think of her,
and you think
of dimly lit january midnights,
of poetry-filled evenings,
of renewed hope each morning,
of tireless afternoons waiting;
of crossed-finger whispers,
of untouchable constellations,
of iron-hearted wolf princesses,
of kindergarten hesitation;
of seconds between held breaths,
of clandestine glances,
of daylight cast upon her hair
of radiance.
you think of her,
and she is the sun.
or if you should think of me,
you would think
of inebriated exchanges,
of secrets drowned in caffeine,
of brushed away tears,
of faces within screens;
of image noise and film grain,
of ink-stained hands,
of nebulous confessions,
of an esoteric slow dance;
of adventitious white lies,
of flickering innocence,
of fire and brimstone,
of convenience.
you think of me,
and i am the ocean.
i am not saying
i am not deserving of you,
only that i am not the sun.
i am the ocean,
and you will only fall into me
after she has left your wings coming undone.
men do not attempt flight
in hopes of their descent.
men do not craft wings
seeking to fly into the convenient.
men like you have been wise enough
not to sink into girls like me.
girls like her have been kind enough
to keep themselves out of your reach.
she is the sun,
and you have flown too close.
your body is a kite lost to the wind,
just like what your father feared most.
i am the ocean,
and the possibility of you feels so close.
i count the seconds until you make contact
like a ticking alligator in the shadows.
i want to believe that it is bad
to want this so badly, believe me
i wish that when you broke my surface
it did not satiate me so quickly.
because for a moment
you may find me beautiful,
how my cool waves soothe your burns
and you feel featherlight in this lull.
but no one stays in the ocean for too long—
others' fingers prune away
others leave out of boredom
and though others return none actually remain.
perhaps you could be different,
perhaps you would never leave me for the shore.
and should you decide to stay,
there would be nothing i'd want more.
but should you start gasping for air,
should you tire of the taste of saltwater and the sight of blue,
should your arms start reaching out again towards her,
i will not take it against you.
you deserve someone beautiful.
to deprive you of this would be a great transgression.
after all she is the sun,
and i am only the ocean.
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 6:26 AM UTC
I want to take a moment.
Just one.
To sit in silence for those we've lost.
For those we've lost and now let down.
Today, is not a holiday.
But a reminder.
My year is almost up,
And what have I done to make you proud?
Nothing.
Sure.
I've became the shiny new toy for many.
"Magical"
"Beautiful"
"Adventitious"
"Intreaguing"
Let me think about this.
If I'm all of these things,
Why have I done nothing magical?
Why have I not created beauty?
Why have I not been on an adventure?
Why have I not kept interest?
Why have I not faced my fears?
Why am I not bold?
Daring?
So let us take a moment of silence.
To apologize.
Frankly because,
I have not been living my life.
If my world is growing larger,
Why do I imagine it getting so much smaller?
So this is for you Paw.
This ones for you.
This next year,
In honor of you.
A moment of life, for you.
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 10:50 AM UTC
Truth?
tired, broken, weak, frustrated, angry, sad, anxiety, self loathing, hopelessness, isolation, guilt, darkness
I am but a shadow
What he sees?
energetic, strong, intelligent, happy, beautiful, helpful, outgoing, curious, adventitious, light
I am of the stars
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 11:26 AM UTC
I got to go see your first home, simple.
Just like you.
I got to re live some of your old experiences.
Again simple.
I got to hear stories of you, told from a loving point of view.
Beautiful.
They all kept your spirit alive.
Adventitious, and daring, yet simple, and sweet. Someone honest and true.
They don't make them like you.
Not anymore.
My heart aches less knowing you're okay.
My heart stays strong from loving you.
Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 10:47 PM UTC
Full Sun
Into delicate aerated soil
an age-old seed was planted,
an eye destined for greatness.
With the slightest spillage of
amendment an adventitious
spore awoke.
A tuber started to grow;
a thriller spreading into the
beautiful composition of
a bicolourous family.
Pollination is a pest known
to most every gardener,
but propagation shall subside.
Mulch to conserve is a heavy
yolk to bear, but,
with determination,
pistil too shall become weary.
O, Biennial,
how I beg thee for more time.
Clench thy inflorescent fist,
a catkin do not become.
Thou hast spread thou roots
into my being as an epiphyte.
Lo! Single flower, wear thy crown
and top-dress with pride
- thou art everblooming!
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 10:17 AM UTC
..bow when there's a change to be a man to this honorary..
..of course..
..you don't do it lightly..without any living experience that
can stand by your side like a 'blood brother'..brother in arms..but to take a bow you have to have mind blowing adventure..concrete..a tale that will be told generations to generations..mouth to mouth..and it's all ways
as breath taking like then when you had to go through to it all..tale brings tear's to those ears that hear and live it all most the same way..there will be gasp's with eyes like full moon's relatively hidden secrets at the chaos..at the blindness for seeing any of the GOD's..the pride oneself on or upon something that i would count equal to the speciality of the universal adventitious secret of the power's within the bow..and the humility of it's infinite magic..& we know deep within...that when's the time to bow..it's kind of like a source code in our backbone..there's millions of spells to take a bow..you have to be absolutely 110% to make this mode of will and power..'cause after you can't get rid of the kiss of GOD's..so bow only when something/somebody deserve's it..the life ain't gonna be boring after the first time..with right zoom trough of it all..no coming back..your our no JACK..
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 4:04 AM UTC
Free from projections,
Lumps, or indentations
Epidermis database is
Environmental interface
Temperature regulation
Largest ***** for sensation
Sun spit kisses
Bespeckle adventitious
Seven layer enchantment
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 12:37 PM UTC