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"altering" poems
As night falls, the air thickens her pulse races and his pulse quickens the depths of their thoughts rise to the surface her body language speaking tongues their eyes contact and the translation is done his soul listens heart beating fast flesh burning like a furnace flame lasting longer than they last lust coursing through her body's viens like lava melting a porous surface her window panes with purpose as their bodies join like cursive bulging with awareness his presence is her nearness their bareness flipping her world altering her state of mind impulse triggerin pulse a his embrace tightens
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May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 4:10 PM UTC
Pulse
C-Currently the subject of much conversation L-Learning of its effects through information I-Internationally scientists are using education M-Mankind's pollution is causes this situation A-Altering our ways may stop the devastation T-Time isn't on the side of the world's population E-Ever we should be aware of its manifestation C-Cycles of weather becoming stranger by the day H-Heat is building up in the earth's rocks and clay A-Averting further damage cannot be put on delay N-Neglecting our response to the planet wont pay G-Globally hotter and wetter conditions will parlay E-Everyone needs to heed the message of this day
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Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 2:19 AM UTC
Climate Change (Acrostic Poem)
Blameless as daylight I stood looking At a field of horses, necks bent, manes blown, Tails streaming against the green Backdrop of sycamores. Sun was striking White chapel pinnacles over the roofs, Holding the horses, the clouds, the leaves Steadily rooted though they were all flowing Away to the left like reeds in a sea When the splinter flew in and stuck my eye, Needling it dark. Then I was seeing A melding of shapes in a hot rain: Horses warped on the altering green, Outlandish as double-humped camels or unicorns, Grazing at the margins of a bad monochrome, Beasts of oasis, a better time. Abrading my lid, the small grain burns: Red cinder around which I myself, Horses, planets and spires revolve. Neither tears nor the easing flush Of eyebaths can unseat the speck: It sticks, and it has stuck a week. I wear the present itch for flesh, Blind to what will be and what was. I dream that I am Oedipus. What I want back is what I was Before the bed, before the knife, Before the brooch-pin and the salve Fixed me in this parenthesis; Horses fluent in the wind, A place, a time gone out of mind.
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The Eye-Mote
I'm made of all; The books I've ever read Poems I've ever written Faces who have smiled at me Hugs that have wrapped around me Caresses that have graced my inner thigh Countries & continents my feet have touched The lovers as we simultaneously reach ecstasy within Lonely nights shedding tear drops Nights gazing black skies moon & stars Children falling asleep to my heartbeat Animals whose soul was found through reflective eye stares Conversations spoken in French, Spanish, Italian, Xhosa, Afrikaans, Norwegian, German Years of ****** cognitive-, dialectical-, art-, drama-, music-, mindfulness-, trauma-, psychiatry-; therapies The drinks & drugs & mind altering substances dispersing my mind In all I'm made of; Love Lust Greed Fear Joy Freedom Longing Dreams Despair Sadness Anger Frustrations Happiness Anxieties Insecurities.... In all I'm made of; A soul; securely contained within a body of battled scars; over; pain & triumphs, losses & gains, rejections & acceptances, dishonours & accolades... With the hope; she too, can live life through. © Sia Jane
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Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 8:52 PM UTC
Chapters of Self
multimedia macramé sloshing propaganda sewage on the unsuspecting public ***** lice infest ****** hill folk west Virginia outbreak threatening the world as we know it flesh altering nonsense explicitly graphed charting movement of microbes on air, land, and/ or sea global currents the new deliverer of death – infected immigrants sit smiling internment camps providing nutrition never before experienced as non-natives negotiate freedom by submitting to vaccinations baths and the standard delousing powder – paranoid hand-sanitizer users glued to the **** tube spray their shoes with disinfectant praying to an absent GOD for health while shoveling GMO corn chips into ever widening mouth holes pharmaceutical companies lick lifeless lips as Congress recognizes their humanity while rejecting the concerns of the poor …..no money in it – outlandish claims of outbreaking Ebola flood the mainstream outlets fear: version – infinity one more plague plan to stimulate new legislation more law no touching even looking at the infirm can be cause for isolation radiation treatments courtesy of Fukushima, reactors 1-4 – new found focus on fracturing the shale releasing new oil reserves and old bacteria dinosaur killers free-radicals radically changing the genetic code humanity altered once again –
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Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 12:16 PM UTC
Ebola Schmebola
Heart throbbing Mind racing Breath panting Pores sweating Nails clawing Lips locking Tongues dancing Skin tingling Back arching Mind altering Eyes closing Mouths moaning Fingers finding Hair pulling Voice growling Senses overloading Being tingling Blood singing Body aching Sleep coming!
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May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 10:36 PM UTC
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you just took it. like it was the last piece of gum like you could return it if it didn't fit or sew some cute buttons on it to make it look better. but that was mine. and I liked it just the way it was , it didn't need altering. I didn't mind at the time because I loved you. I loved you. I loved you. loved.
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Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 3:30 PM UTC
Virginity
They tell me to stand I do nothing but fall They tell me eat I do nothing but starve They tell me to be me I can't when altering is what I can only do They tell me to be free I do nothing but obey Obey their laws For it is life We do the opposite of what they say By the pictures they show And what they desire For we follow the hypocrite society For we must obey Blindly To fit For we are their pawns For their entertainment
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Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 12:34 AM UTC
Pawns For Entertainment
A puzzle piece doesn't fit into a place that isn't theirs So stop Trying to fit Into places you don't Belong Stop Trying to squeeze Into spaces you don't Fit in Stop Altering yourself; Cutting, Trimming, The pieces that make You Just to fit into skin That isn't Yours Because no matter how hard you try A puzzle piece never fits into a place that isn't theirs Believe me, I've tried
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 7:34 AM UTC
fit in
Pressure from someone else is called peer pressure Look it up, google it, it's a thing I apologize for the inaccuracy of my definition but you get the gist  Peer pressure is a ******* ****** bag telling you to **** his **** when you don't want to It's when "friends" tell you to have your first shot, smoke, sniff of whatever mood altering substance they want you to consume Just watch a crashcourse, that **** is bad for you okay It's when you kiss someone you don't want to When you stay out late after your curfew  When you sneak out late at night to meet the guy you have a "thing" with but everyone knows your his rebound But peer pressure Don't give in  All your gonna feel Is absolute regret
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Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 2:23 PM UTC
Peer Pressure
capricorn: someday you'll wake up and the sun will be reaching down your throat saying her batteries ran out and she needs to borrow yours aquarius: someday you'll realize that a hurricane without an eye isn't worth it and i hope that's today pisces: someday your mom will give you a life altering piece of advice and you'll sit for a minute and then disregard the entire thing aries: someday you'll bite your tongue and someone else will scream in pain, you'll look at him and someone else will fall in love, congrats taurus: someday you'll be the reason they whisper "love hurts just like morning coffee" in the hallways gemini: someday the government will have made laws prohibiting certain behaviors, and all because of you cancer: someday someone will grab your hands and tell you that they love you and yes, you should probably abandon hopes of being decent now leo: someday you'll make the conscious decision to love someone and then wonder why it didn't work like you thought it would virgo: someday you'll meet someone who you talk about sunsets and road trips and being the human embodiment of a storm with; love them hard libra: someday you'll abandon taking photos of the sky and you'll later find yourself tasting colors in the back of your throat scorpio: someday you'll get a coffee and give your name and the barista will write "very sad looking girl that looks like a walking orchid" sagittarius: someday the sun will stop asking for your half of the rent
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Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
vi
(And I've been picking dandelions) The rush of wind chases a wayward cloud Over the foliage's luscious green mounds It billows on its good fortune allowed Feeding flowers leave stock's roots underground Petals bloom; centered bud's pollinations The sun burdens and caresses at once The bumble lost its edge to pollutants Overcome in the tepid meadows grace The seasons start to grow long and narrow Encompassing the changing of our times within their altering breadths; to and fro It's shown upon the rocks face's in tides She's beauty, ruffling with sents of sweet dew And in her pluck, spring has become renewed
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Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 8:44 PM UTC
Sonnet #64 There are many flowers in the meadow
resuming vogon poetry altering website logos pretending everyone cares playing "east hastings" asphyxiating well-nigh denouement depicting twitter status obfuscating coincident deletions translating from Sḵwx̱wú7mesh assuring Sḵwx̱wú7mesh exists painting skwiḵw's mother? decrying micropolitical maelstrom imbibing fireball fountain inundating lexical foofaraw crafting poetic wonders desiring other mediums remaining practically invisible ending internet-only depression drafting noetic blunders requesting astute clique blazing perilous trail aging ominous grisaille depicting kmart realism seeking darker groups increasing pre-weekend laughter appropriating communist symbols making lone chuckle offending worldwide communists colonizing hello poetry colonizing parallel universe relaxing e-migration policies пить чистую водку photographing abduction scene ¿losing consistent format? increasing bluebird insignia avoiding frivolous legalities striking astraphobic comments assuming near-universal automation lowering latent inhibition traversing oneiric plane laxwadding afebrile loodies wallscaping pitchsourced chthonicities closing one-star conveniences sharing alien-looking alphabet writing system downtimes
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Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 7:42 PM UTC
201509-w1
Scene 1: (Periwinkle room, Jigglypuff poster, soft alternative music) I stomp in, Niagara Falls streaming Throw his copy of Pablo Neruda poetry into the trash And start reading Virginia Woolf Poetic revolution. That’ll show him Scene 2: (Cafe atmosphere, fading laughter, upbeat music) Whoa. That guy. Not that one. The one on the left Kinda nice, kinda cute And he laughed at my joke Jane Austen romances and Zooey Glass daydreams fill my waking moments Scene 3: (Restaurant, muffled conversations, classical music) What is he staring at? Who is he staring at? Oh no awkward conversation gap Say something, quick, anything “The weather is nice tonight, yeah?” Not that. But he laughs Night saved Scene 4: (Outside the restaurant, night breezes, car noises) “That was nice,” He casually mentions Yeah. Nice. Not great. Amazing. Life-altering. Nice. The same adjective used to describe the weather Devoid of meaning. Scene 5: (Car, radio on silent, crickets chirping) “I wanted to give you something” Hands me, Oh dear god no, A copy of Neruda That ****** Neruda.
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Dec 27, 2012
Dec 27, 2012 at 3:18 PM UTC
Archetype Romance
Currently there are: Thousands of cars zooming down the highway at breakneck speeds, Millions of lights illuminating the dreary road, With the power of a hundred valiant steeds, Causing the cement to corrode and erode, Thousands of fossil fuels burnt merely to transport other fossil fuels, Pollutants filling the air and altering our environment, But these are the worlds most precious jewels, All to feel the capitalist tyrant. But hey... At least I have air conditioning in my F150 while heading to set off Chinese fireworks while celebrating the 4th of July. The American Dream.
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Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 7:38 PM UTC
The American Dream
dissuaded seamstresses seamlessly string together thoughts throwing out convention and convection ovens hold the bones of history hot air blows through them and out the mouths of bloated politicians red faced with misplaced values and encouraging a broken caste systems’ continuation as classism hides beneath value menus radically altering the fabric of not only society but also the genetic code in which we all stem wilted flower petals stick to flattened tires wired children snorting Ritalin pick locks placed by scared parents frightened by Fox news and Vioxx side effects stashed cash smashed in mattresses waits for the next prescription election
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Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 11:49 AM UTC
5th pile of garbage
look at your smile, calming the waves and flattening the seas, stopping the sky and all that it sees, look at your smile, freezing time and brightening the day, taking all the darkness and sadness away, while here i stand, my body numb and eyes gazing, my mind blank and heart blazing, while i stand here, loosing gravity and feeling no weight, frozen in time in this joyous state, look at your smile, ending all sounds and silencing all voices, altering reality and changing all choices, look at your beautiful smile, more beautiful than the heavens, more beautiful than land and sea combined, more beautiful than mother nature, more beautiful than any creator has ever designed,
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Jun 10, 2010
Jun 10, 2010 at 4:16 PM UTC
Look At Your Smile
My conscience is loud yet my voice never comes, It's disarming what dependency can do, altering your character, until you are simply a character, weaving falsities into strands of fools gold, until you're living in an armor of the emperors new clothes. I swore to myself, that I would never again be this person, the one with my finger on the self destruct button, but sliding down the hill comes much easier than climbing. And at the bottom, numbness awaits me, making me fearless. I feel the cold wash over me, goosebumps all throughout my being, as the waves begin to rise.   She covers me, salty yet sweet, and everything makes sense. The meaning of life in a pretty peach casing. I am Invincible. I am Oblivious. She peaks and soon crashes, repeatedly against me, making me feel like the world could end and I wouldn't even think to care. But what at first seemed exhilarating, wears on me to no end, the buildup and constant let down. She's lost her novelty, and with that, the numbness fades. Sobering up for long enough to realize, I am the definition of insanity. Inviting you back in so often, I no longer have defenses against you. You snuck into my priorities without me ever noticing. Like that song you hate so much but can't help to sing. Will I ever get rid of your tune in my head? Will I ever be able to say no when you call?
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Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 8:51 AM UTC
fools gold
Rumors They fly Sometimes it seems they fly Faster then any aircraft Found in conspiracy or in the accepted reality Just the sight of a man entertaining a baby Makes him a good father Seeing a woman with a child giggling to no end Makes her a good mother When all they were trying to do is take care of a young one Rumors Be they good or be they cruel Write the history of the small minds that let them be truth Slowly they could become a weapon from Brahma or an ancient legend Rumors They do not need a body For they possess the foolish minds that believe Only those that find its mistakes Cause by the afflicted who tricked its tale See the true lights of what is said Rumors Let them inside And they will possess you Altering the truth to fit their existance
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Oct 7, 2012
Oct 7, 2012 at 12:10 AM UTC
Rumors
procuring lexical polymorphism synthesizing atypical signifier playing blue album awaiting tomorrow's celebrations adding complex plugins altering element content watching office mascot wheeling hue-named albums undulating forest growth pricing those yankees finding layman's chaos enjoying another victory reviewing markup concepts ditching error messages enjoying relative obscurity
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Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 1:17 PM UTC
201509-w3
Evidently it was meant to be. Long before I was born my DNA sat on a shelf in God's laboratory, a sticky note attached, name, date of birth, perhaps a tiny alarm to notify the lab of inception. God doesn't lose things and God doesn’t forget. It must be for a reason and it must be meant to be. A critical piece of who I am. I should show a little pride because as they say God don't make no ****** But I’m a little late to the party.. *The party that celebrates those who choose to be identified by a gender other than the one they were born with, but shames anyone who struggles with substance abuse.* I'm having trouble understanding the difference. If I were to gather my drug addled friends and march down the street with banners and signs demanding the right to openly inject mind altering substances into my veins I would be seen as a criminal and a derelict even though my constant struggle came right off the shelf of God’s laboratory where my sticky noted DNA sat right next to yours. I guess I shouldn't care what people think.. I know my rights, and I demand to be accepted, NO, praised for coming out so bravely, carrying a new flag, flaunting in the streets, paving the way for future generations of addicts. I will take my God given DNA out of the dark and go out into light, light so bright you'll be forced to accept it. accept my sickness! embrace it! this is in my DNA, God made me this way so it must be ok. I feel better now. I no longer feel guilty, or depressed, or weak, or wrong, or immoral, No longer do I need to contain it. no longer do I need to be shamed. I am an addict and I am beautiful. Just like you.
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Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 12:34 PM UTC
Comparing DNA
Evidently it was meant to be. Long before I was born my DNA sat on a shelf in God's laboratory, a sticky note attached, name, date of birth, perhaps a tiny alarm to notify the lab of inception. God doesn't lose things and God doesn’t forget. It must be for a reason and it must be meant to be. A critical piece of who I am. I should show a little pride because as they say God don't make no ****** But I’m a little late to the party.. *The party that celebrates those who choose to be identified by a gender other than the one they were born with, but shames anyone who struggles with substance abuse.* I'm having trouble understanding the difference. If I were to gather my drug addled friends and march down the street with banners and signs demanding the right to openly inject mind altering substances into my veins I would be seen as a criminal and a derelict even though my constant struggle came right off the shelf of God’s laboratory where my sticky noted DNA sat right next to yours. I guess I shouldn't care what people think.. I know my rights, and I demand to be accepted, NO, praised for coming out so bravely, carrying a new flag, flaunting in the streets, paving the way for future generations of addicts. I will take my God given DNA out of the dark and go out into light, light so bright you'll be forced to accept it. accept my sickness! embrace it! this is in my DNA, God made me this way so it must be ok. I feel better now. I no longer feel guilty, or depressed, or weak, or wrong, or immoral, No longer do I need to contain it. no longer do I need to be shamed. I am an addict and I am beautiful. Just like you.
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you just took it. like it was the last piece of gum like you could return it if it didn't fit or sew some cute buttons on it to make it look better. but that was mine. and I liked it just the way it was , it didn't need altering. I didn't mind at the time because I loved you. I loved you. I loved you. loved.
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Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 3:30 PM UTC
Virginity
might altering day, "I miss you.." and I "I love you.."
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Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 2:34 PM UTC
Beautiful Words