"amuses" poems
The greatest challenge my nature presents:
Love is harder to find
Hate is easier to find
Within myself and others
Is rejection different for me?
Everybody seems to know the pain of being unwanted
And idle threats and empty words are no stranger to rejection
But when you say you'll **** me if you ever see me again
The intention is clear
The existence of my attraction
Is grotesque beyond redemption
I thought I loved you...
When appreciation comes my way
It's superficiality amuses me
Because I know all that needs to happen
Is breaking down the wall to my mind
Or unlocking the door to my heart
And those appreciators will transform into detractors
Especially if the hideous leviathan approaches their vessel
Not finding women gross frustrates me
Because I have no reference point
For why people hate me so much
Which provides a reference point
For why I hate myself so much
It's difficult not to be dominated by this damnation
But there's no way people could understand
The daily subtle nuances
Why should they?
I don't constantly consider their lives either
Even if someone tried to comprehend my life
I'm not sure it's possible
I've been here the whole time and I'm still massively perplexed
I display my emotions
Disgust
I shroud my emotions
Indifference
I **** my emotions
Hatred
Is there no escape?
Even with sanctuaries along the way
Life feels like
Everybody swims in the ocean
While I'm resigned to my lonely oasis
Is it possible to feel more alone than completely alone?
Like a cockroach consigned to living under the refrigerator
It gets so cold and dark down here
I forage for crumbs only at night
Mortally afraid of human contact
For I know that the boot follows the light
And why not?
In a world where our priorities obstruct our compassion
How much consideration should a real human show
to a lowly maggot like me
When they have to worry about paying the exterminator?
Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 4:16 AM UTC
I sit by the window
Staring out with hope
Gloomy face eyes low
Captive in this castle
A solitary dreamer
Waiting for the one
Riding with her sword
My dauntless damsel
To rescue me away
far-far away from
this deranged world
I wonder though
What amuses you more
Am I less of a man
Or do you doubt
A woman's valour
Capable of Creating
Life in her womb
Open your petty mind
Break thy stereotypes
Crush the misogyny
Prove to the feminine soul
Chivalry isn't dead anymore
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 4:12 AM UTC
Oh, oh Oreo
Oreo the cat
Who makes of ripped up paper towels
Very fancy hats
Oh, oh Oreo
My silly little friend
Who through ridiculous antics
Amuses to no end
Oh, oh Oreo
Sniffer of all shoes
Faced with the choice of sniffing strangers
It's their footwear that you choose.
Oh, oh Oreo
Speaker of cat tongue
I pretend to understand your words
But my translations are far-flung
Oh, oh Oreo
Warmer of my lap and heart
I promise now as I did before
We will never be apart.
Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 11:03 PM UTC
he is a turtle
she is a rose
he moves slow
she daily glows
he is rough and coarse
she smells perfect
he closes his eyes
she flies in petals
he proposed her
she refuses
he goes down underwater
she amuses
he came as a wet pet
she firms her guards
he tells a story
she discards
he stops trying
she loves the scar
he stays in front of her
and she remarks
what do you need?
what do you want?
his voice is crisp
he utters at last
I just need affection
I just need admiration
I just need approval
because I am a narc.
Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 8:43 AM UTC
Writing always seems more urgent
When it's written in italics,
Even when the topic,
Is rather mundane.
Consider this example:
I like to eat sandwiches
Furthermore, everything
Seems much more urgent,
When written in bold font,
We revisit the example:
I like to eat sandwiches
...and a step even further,
Writing seems absolutely
Crucial when written in,
Bold font, with caps-lock,
Once again, we recapitulate:
I LIKE TO EAT SANDWICHES
At this point, it seems as though
I am imparting unto you matters
Of the utmost severity, that could
Be the difference between life and death,
...but really, I just like sandwiches.
This amuses me.
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 7:48 AM UTC
My issues are nothing new,
Not old either.
Just common.
Isn't that's what we all are?
Similar are our difficulties.
Just different setting, different levels.
We all are heirs to wisdom.
It grows and we learn.
I take my time with it. I lean forward. I try.
Everything is interconnected.
Everything is same.
Everything is common.
This world is common.
I'm bored and aren't you?
Shapes, colours, snowflakes.
Nothing were made to be similar.
The reason it's all so very interesting.
To feel, to see and to touch.
Their intricate patterns amuses me.
If the day goes white to blue,
And the nights yellow to black.
Aren't we all necessary. All the colours.
We weren't made to be different.
Be separated and humiliated.
But guess what we learned from humility.
We let wisdom grow inside us.
We let it strengthen our bonds.
We accepted us and so did others.
Now we come up at first.
And Now we stand out.
In a world this common,
Its refreshing to be different.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 10:33 AM UTC
Nature amuses,
at times when perfection
demands of it.
So is esctasy,
whenever it grips
a ****
But its force
is undeniable,
it make every ****
a ******
and the law fails
to persecute them;
nor for other atrocities,
of incests and
the ******* they breed.
Feb 16, 2010
Feb 16, 2010 at 9:58 AM UTC
The heat of your gaze is piercing my skin
Is penetrating the wall I had erected around me
It's testing every limit
And finding every crack in my, otherwise, immaculate facade
Even the tiniest flaw has grown giant
And the slightest push
Brings it all crashing down
Defying even the strongest of barriers
The force being pressed against me in undeniable
I'll have to submit
I lose ground every second
To your perfection
The glint in your eye
Speaks of a delicious evil
That I can't help but yearn for
And the more I hold myself down
The more I find myself reaching out
Just to have another taste
Of the treasures you bring me
My resistance amuses you
And you encourage my refusals
Just so you can feel yourself break me again and again
Every time you take me
The battle is yours
Sep 18, 2010
Sep 18, 2010 at 10:02 PM UTC
What is the universal language?
Is it not music? That soothes and amuses,
That inspires us to movement,
That paints a picture of a thousand words,
That when it’s heard, can move us to love.
Music so expressive, it can make you weep
Sounds so smooth, they can help you sleep.
And what about marches that propel armies,
Keeping their feet as one, with the beat?
A beat that throbs deep in your heart
And calls you apart, to dance or to revolution –
The revolution of the soldier,
Or the revolution of the ballerina’s toes.
Who knows what has been done by the song you have sung
It has called, it has touched, it has moved
Like a bell, it has rung.
But let it love, not hate
Let it not be sung too late
And remember that all can hear it
So draw people near with it
You don’t need a rehearsal
To speak the universal language of music- Just use it!
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 9:14 AM UTC
Isn't it fascinating?
Telling you they're down
Telling you they're suffering
Isn't it amusing?
Telling you they give up
Telling you they want the end
Pessimism fills their statement
Dejected faces
Inconsolable souls
Shells impossible to move
Yet it amuses me more
Their smiles
Their laughter
Their permanent changing masks
Their tears
They wipe off
As if it's a raindrop
Just happened to come down
How does it feel?
To be in pain
To hurt
To be happy
How does their life go?
Having more marks
More than in my system?
It must be really amusing
May 2, 2022
May 2, 2022 at 2:35 AM UTC
About that starting lineup,
well I think I missed the gun
but just as well
took off for other places~
I longed for mountains majesty
and all those things I hoped to see,
while others stayed
and loved familiar faces.
Some married and they bore their young,
or college-bound for work and fun
or tragedy,
well sometimes God just loses me~
The question of my failure
to connect with just one sailor,
what the heck, but strangely so,
it still amuses me.
I ponder of a hope,
that it's still possible,
within your scope,
and grateful for eleventh hour breakthroughs~
Still don't get what you wrote to me,
I bungled at the spelling bee,
you say the thing I'll get, is what I choose?
My mind it travels to and fro,
the world it feeds the input though,
and we must press the whey out from the curds~
And so I speak in vagaries,
of things to come which I can't see
but speak into reality,
if only by my words.
The power of the word,
to mezmerize and heal the hurt,
your eyes are beautiful
they've looked into my soul~
The wonder of your gaze,
it touches places, Dear,
I'd rather not be writing of,
our love, like epic poetry,
too much to share in whole.
Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 9:52 AM UTC
THE SHADOWS PALMS
STRETCHED IN THE EBONY ROADS
MUSING ON THE BLOCKS OF RUGGED STONE STEPS
GARNERED AND GATHERED BY CHAFED PALMS.
STRADDLING OVER THEM
THE DEEP FURROWS AND HEATED BROWS
NOW BROWN AND TANNED WEARING
A RUMMAGED MOUSTACHE OF CLIMBING VINES.
EVERY STEP AMUSES,
A MUSE THAT DOES NOT CEASE TO AMUSE,
IN THE HEAT OVERDOSES.
AND WHEN THE ARECA PALMS PALIPATING
IN ARRAY
HOIST ABOUT LIKE ROWS OF MEN DOPED
IN CEILED BANKS OF DISTRUST
A CYNICAL NILA CRIES ,
HER PLUNDERED SANDS.
NOW THE SUNKEN FERRIES ,
HAVE APPEARED AT HER BAY,
AND PAINFULLY CHAFE EACH OTHER.
A ***** FROM THE BOTTOM
STIRRING THE BELL FOR THE REQUIEM
PAY THE FERRYMEN.
FOR THE WAYFARERS WAFFLED WRITINGS
ARE ADDRESSED
TO THE MEN WHO PLASTERED HER WALLS ALONE
May 20, 2012
May 20, 2012 at 1:31 AM UTC
Out of fashion, out-dated
there's no help for it, so let me be
unattractive, rejected
because I show myself so conspicuously
and attract attention needlessly
That's how I'm seen. I am seen
and the whispering amuses me
although nobody talks to me
And you let me wait again
until the reception calls
that you are there
So I just sit here
looking out the window
I am used to it, there is nothing to see
at the back of the hotel
and it is getting dark
You always were impatient
My make-up took too long for you
and you sat angry in the car
but if I behaved exactly
the way you had conceived
you could really be sweet
Dec 8, 2022
Dec 8, 2022 at 3:38 AM UTC
Mesmerized by what lies inside
Dwells in my skull, lives in my mind
Showing me, these corrupted dreams
Behind my eyes, more than it seems
Wilted roses, pouring rain
Not a word but the roaring pain
Scratching and tearing, flesh left raw
Growling and biting and sharpening claws
Shining eyes belie rage denied
Moonlit skies, moonstruck cries
Enraged and entrapped by thorns, kept safe
Let us loose, witness our showcase
"Your life isn't hard, it has no stress
I am kindred, so I know best"
Without, surveillance, how could you know
I'm all wound up and I'm ready to go!
Don't tell me what I have not felt
Don't tell me about the cards I've been dealt
You suffer too, we both suffocate
Can't ease our symptoms unless we medicate!
Angry you've been, angry I am!
You've walked in these shoes so you should understand!
Crimson is our bloodline, destroy what we hate!
I hate myself so it's only my fate!
Yet tell me I'm joking, call me a mimic
It ****** me off so I don't want to hear it!
How can you act like you knew all along
I don't ******* get it, YOU'RE SO ******* WRONG!
Authorities called, was a couple of years
Seeing you talking, confirmed all my fears
You haven't a clue, you don't understand,
I have no filters, I say what I am!
When I cry out for help and you tell them I'm fine
I can't confess these desires for crime!
You say there's no worry, you say I'm okay
WHO THE **** ARE YOU TO SAY!
You think you know me, you know nothing at all!
YOU, KNOW, NOTHING AT ALL!
YOU, KNOW, NOTHING AT ALL!
YOU, KNOW, ABSOLUTELY **** ALL!
So keep on talking, it amuses me so
This pain and this anguish, denied by your hope
Deluded you are, remember this thought:
No such roses, grow such thorns!
Sep 28, 2020
Sep 28, 2020 at 3:12 AM UTC
I think if Madness were a person he'd be a handsome, sharp dressed, man. He would wear a well tailored suit with a deep purple, velvet, waistcoat. I imagine he'd wear a black fedora for the mystery and a pocket watch to keep time. A little old fashioned but ageless.
A few days before he arrives I always get antsy. My anxiety acts up and I do things like leave the grocery store in a panic and empty handed. I take my kids to the park and then I find I suddenly can't breathe and the world feels like it's ending. And then....there is the inevitable knock on my minds door.
"Oh it's you" I'd say.
"Dont pretend like you didn't know I was in town..." He pushed past me , drops his stuff , and easily finds the whiskey cabinet and pours himself a full glass. He has been here before. "I was at the grocery store yesterday and the park a few days before that. " he turns, glass in hand. He smiles and it sends chills down my spine. "Well..." He continues, "you should have known I was coming . The signs were all there." I turn away, nervously and indignantly.
He sips his whiskey, studying me.
"Right. You thought some vitamins and sunshine could keep me away."
The thought obviously amuses him. He laughs and downs his entire drink in one gulp. He loves this game. He pours another whiskey and walks over to me. He puts the drink in my left hand and stands right up against my back, his hands on my shoulders, his lips near my ears. I can feel his warm breathe and I am nauseated and comforted at the same time. He slowly moves his hands down my arms to my hands. He locks his right hand with mine and wraps it around my stomach so his arm is around me too. His left hand brings the drink up to my lips. I close my eyes for a moment wishing him away. It doesn't work.
"Now" he whispers "where were we?"
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 10:34 PM UTC
That moment when
"I love you"
Becomes synonymous
With a slam of the door
That moment when
Water pours out of your doe-like eyes
And takes the shape
Of your absent father
That moment when
You witness a stranger's father
Pushing away a girl resembling a porcelain doll's hand
And whispering,
"It hurts me more than it will ever hurt you."
That moment when
You realize
You have a hickey
Except
It's on your heart
That moment when
What used to upset you
Now amuses you greatly
Because,
You killed every inch of feeling
And replaced it
With jokes
Until
One day
You realized
You also killed yourself
In the process
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 3:17 PM UTC
Anticipation sustains the shock
To Immateria I run from solitude
Gravity binds motionless tears and aspirations
Unsettled minds quiver with passion as madness leads back to a private paradise
A charismatic figure emerges to save me from this senile suicide
Dancing images separate me from the eyeless monsters
Enthusiasm curves my lips as the alchemist invades my consciousness
The drowsy air hums like a savage
and eternity amuses itself on our fluttering lips
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 8:51 PM UTC
these attachments to you and your heart
they wring me out and into these thoughts
your interest feels waning and fickle
anything that amuses you seems to steal it away
every heart around you
seems to feel like competition
the best of them and the best of you
bringing out my worst
you're not really mine
my words don't hit your heart quite right
so my mouth fills blood
from biting my tongue
Aug 15, 2011
Aug 15, 2011 at 11:25 AM UTC
Sometimes
We need to ask a question
Not to make correction
Not to hear what amuses us
Just to acknowledge
How much they lie
All at the same time
Alright
Sep 16, 2021
Sep 16, 2021 at 11:40 PM UTC
It amuses me how I often thought of the Colour Green
As simply Hue stained leaves that dressed the Trees
Or Carpeted parts of the Earth
Like Seas of Turf
Also taking Flight
In the Sky
Certain Birds
Distinctly Green
And a number of Reptiles
With such a Glow
However now I know
In our World
When Human Beings Create
They may tap into the Stream
That Flows Green....
DLR
08/10/2016
Mosaïque de vert
Cela m’amuse comment j’ai pensé souvent à la couleur verte
Simplement comme teinte coloré des feuilles qui habille les arbres
Ou des parties de la moquette des mers comme terre de gazon
En prenant le vol dans le ciel
Certains oiseaux
Distinctement vert
Et un certain nombre de Reptiles
Avec un tel éclat
Mais maintenant je sais
Dans notre monde
Quand créer des êtres humains
Ils peuvent puiser dans le flux
Les coulées vertes....
DLR
08/10/2016
Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 10:03 PM UTC
Dear Poet:
Your poetry
throbs
amuses
delights
irritates
stimulates
sometimes incites
Mystifies
startles
unnerves
and excites
Perfectly lofty
exquisitely right
dynamic
thrilling
burning bright
brilliant
heartwarming
whimsy in flight
Provocative
magical
forever true
magnificent
moving
engaging too
So now I'll close my letter
with a plea:
Keep writing.
Take care.
Sincerely,
Me
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 2:21 PM UTC
Oh love, how you are so bitter sweet.
You reel in any sucker willing to bite.
You like to trick the nicest people.
Why it amuses you, we will never know.
But sometimes, you actually make matches.
Nice matches that last forever.
You are the best and the worst thing ever.
I love you. And yet I still loathe you.
You've helped me find the one.
But you've given me so much heartbreak.
Thank you. And **** you.
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 10:29 PM UTC
I have days where I laugh for no reason;
absolutely everything amuses me to no end.
I have days where nothing makes me happy;
not hugs, not food, not running, not you.
I have days where everyone is irritating;
I try to tell people. They irritate me too.
I laugh too much. At all the wrong times.
I’m moody. I’m a pain in the *** I'm going to hurt you.
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 12:42 AM UTC
Who's wearing sundays
Songs jejune peruses;
May her corsage roses
Dress the fine arrays!
And gathered 'round strays,
Each of them amuses
Their eyes with their noses
For depots off ways.
The fantastic plays
Out of them her bruises;
Songs fed by drunk proses
May enchant in rays!
Apr 25, 2021
Apr 25, 2021 at 11:39 AM UTC