"blain" poems
(who blew the bulb ?) everywhere is bright everything is eyes can't see you in your mirror-mail-shard suit i'm blinded / bladed / paraded to the roots / hear this chime ? / this overwhelming chime / it's in all the things but has predatory gut / it’s not vital / it’s hurt / spumming out allure evident byproduct you've stuffed it all down clutted all the drains of your fawning audience burning hair compounded the body with capillary blain / majesty, your maj-jest-tea ; it’s dishonesty ; you are what you are but you don't want to be-(you're not pleased) get you down from there sire ( if-you-please ) and grow an honest hovel / everything’s on discount ************* discount it's a travesty you are a misery (dismount) you were far from what you harm now you keep it close you snake just like a charmer / you slither you basket you rascal piping lewd at the tourist youths / such a hassle / bring on photography the *********** it's embarrassing it’s emm-bhar-rass-sing (who blew the bulb ?)
Dec 31, 2023
Dec 31, 2023 at 6:18 PM UTC
It feels like I'm repeating the pattern
Ambition vaster then Saturn
My heart refuses to be cold like Vattern
People always have their back turned
It's nothing new to me
The improvements have been few to me
Don't try and start a feud with me
I get why they took a knee
Because hate is on a killing spree
It's been awhile since I drank a pouch of Capri
I'm not trying to be a fusee
Only when it is done the correct way
I could write this all day
But not feel like I'm exigent
It just continues and effects like vesicant
I hope that there's a mouthwash that reduces this bad taste
Because I hope these aren't a waste
I aspire to not be copy and paste
I still got a ton of haste
I'm opened up, spaced
I hope this doesn't debase
My prior work before this
I'm just reiterating how I feel
Turning it into a spiel
Living in poetry is ideal
So I hope these words congeal
And hold the same appeal
To the newer readers
You're not the bottomfeeders
You are the possible leaders
To this stormy and confused campaign
Help end the blain
That's caused me mental pain
I just want to be your Thomas Paine
But I can't unless you show me your light
So we can sleep better every night
To end stress, people get high as a kite
I know that isn't right
We can't ignore the problem
We have to create a way to stop them
And that's been the desperate attempt I've had
That's why I get so glad
When I achieve it
You are not something I ever want to aggrieve.
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 9:52 PM UTC
Vanquish phantom of lorn, For new hope is born.
Cast a light upon thee, For thy true sight has yet to be seen, To what this man can truly be.
Faded stain or Van Gogh to the blain pain of plain?
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 1:02 AM UTC
Wish we were the stars we always knew,
Wish we had the spars we kept due,
Wish we didn't end up like we have now,
Shouldn't have crossed the line,
Broken the unsaid vow.
My Alter Ego.....
You had secrets you told lies,
You jumped to conclusions; That wasn't wise,
You still proclaimed you loved me didn't you?
Now you're empty, you're all alone,
Still haven't apologized but shouldn't you?
My Companion.....
Were you involved, this wouldn't have happened,
Were you caring, our relationship wouldn't have dampened,
Were you sensitive, you could've felt my pain,
Nevermind nothing's gonna change now,
For I'm now left with this permanent blain.
The Patriarch.....
All is said and done,
All I want back is that downright fun,
All the endless moments would never part,
Your loss can never be restored,
It's still the missing piece of my heart.
My Hound.....
Here I'm done, I have nothing more to say,
Here I'm quiet, right on my way,
Here goes the last breath I'll ever breathe,
Wish we could've made amends before I leave,
Well at least from my side I sheathe.
Myself.....
Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 4:23 PM UTC
Examinations is like a blain –
It is like a teacher with a cane;
Rules and decrees do clearly lain
To discourage us purpose main.
We are made scared and wane
Many a times makes us insane
Brain is trained by it to strain.
Exams are, for students, like sprain
In which they are controlled by rein.
But, few say exams make us crane
Which make us see out future pane.
Those suffered with zero only complain
That they had been disfavoured *******
To get through it we need good arcane
Which many failures ready to abstain.
Can students have a nice campaign
To refer the exams a challenge plain?
Let’s use it as a tool success to attain
And not complain against it again.
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 8:22 AM UTC
The poet wished to cry out loud
And vent the slithering pain
Yet void in his sinking heart
Won't let him flee this blain.
The pen then oozed in torrid red
To scribe 'bout the hovering gloom
Yet mind feared to find the words
Which would write the poet's doom
If the poet broke his promise
No flower would ever bloom
So pen hid the poet's torment
Within a heap of silken plumes.
Prashant Shaurya ©
All Rights Reserved
Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 5:07 AM UTC
Her hair is like gold, pulled back yet hidden.
Although naive and childlike, she’s committed
When her friends are threatened by the villain.
With her psychic powers, she heals the wounded
With the same powers, she reads their feelings
Traveling with her six friends, she goes to
find red. Riding Dody, her search taking
her through all the city’s, routes and towns too.
The elite four she must fight, Lance,
Agatha, Bruno, and Loralie complicate
Her plans. After meeting Blain nows her chance.
To Cerise Island, where battles await.
The final fight between Lance and Yellow,
Ends with Yellows victorious echo.
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 5:02 PM UTC
The 19th day of April, a day of Death and Woe and Bane
An unholy celebration, from the line of Cain
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Calamity Catastrophe, Desolation Death and Pain
The day that EVIL Triumphs, is coming as a blain
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Mark this day and mark it well, the celebration hatched in Hell
The Sacrifice unto the Beast...the hOLY day of Bel
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From the 19th day of April, another 13 mark
The ******* Symbol worship...Satan you will hark
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 9:42 PM UTC
Imagine life do not exist
And there is no twist
Imagine love and pain
As there is no blain
Imagine life is just a dream
As it's just our mind's regime
Imagine you, imagine me
As a fraction in the endless sea
Imagine we can't escape
As it's just another self-rape
Imagine we can't die
But we're all here to defy
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 6:11 PM UTC
That bean bane and blessing
Blain brain is confessing
To needing its sup
From earthen cup
Apr 9, 2021
Apr 9, 2021 at 11:52 PM UTC
Be that voice which can ignore the echoes of the mountain.
Be that flower which can defy it's own thorns of pain.
Be that desert which can resolute each thirst without rain.
It's life, it's fate, you have to carry rumours and strained abstrain.
You are the pillar, you are the wall that can bear each forced blain.
Be resolve, be resolute don't let you be trapped in detain.
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 6:15 AM UTC
The art of the
"FAKE" deal (according
to Walt Dizzy Take a Knee Sing
Matt Tilde) once again
as oft iterated in previous poems,
doth (soup pearly, theoretically,
and wantonly) appertain
to anyone (abstractedly, essentially,
and loosely translated), aye ascertain
ptomaine anyone can attain
driving a hard bargain,
(sans basement prices)
utilizing her/his birdbrain,
(which might be about the size
of a child size chill blain -
mebbe acquired during
weather beaten life
at sea as boatswain),
nonetheless for results,
one best ought
be without a brain
even if promoted as Captain Cain
Guru, cuz to become
star apprentice,
one must master
trumpeting as a certain
Don Casanova Chieftain
stealing the vote if necessary
and freely distribute *******
(as an ****** of the masses)
to silence anyone
that might complain,
thus sets the
figurative stage to contain
any potentially mutinous threat
(against sought after bounty)
also necessitates practicing
nepotism assigning coxswain
to an immediate family member
with a skull full
bone if eyed crackbrain
and when upon
wheeling and dealing
i.e. thee metaphorical curtain
call - pull out
all stops to detain
vendor even exhibiting
faux ("FAKE) disdain
for deplorable basket weavers
iterated by domain holder
ye wish to acquire
sought after envied goodies,
oh...and do
everything to drain
the patience of ***** who
controls coveted *****
calling for trotting
out "Stormy
Daniels" to entertain
and continue ploy long after
hated yuge, bigly, stupid losers
winning morons with
zero wind blown naturally
"FAKE" orange blond
wind blown hairm,
which constant induces
onlookers with eyestrain.
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 9:25 PM UTC