"blaine" poems
These optical illusions
Create an optimal confusion
When eyes are a welcome intrusion
To the brain's inevitable conclusion
We stared into the mystic mirror
I witnessed everything I ever wanted in life
All you witnessed was just two people standing there
The transparency you cast upon me
Reminded me of how the plumes of **** smoke
Were never as thick as my problems
And as those clouds left my mouth and dispersed into the air
I saw your image
Preserved in briefness
It's a shame how my magician's mind
Summons smoke and mirrors
Nobody else believes me
But magic is the only way to explain you
The way you turned me invisible
Was spectacular
Your methods of sawing me in half
Certainly weren't natural
And your teleportation demonstration
Left me suspended in ice
So I guess I'm to Blaine
For the mirrors I erected
And the truth they reflected
Because now I'm lost
In what I refuse to call a funhouse
As I search frantically for some ancient tomb
That might reveal your brilliant incantations
Attempting to ignore the horrid revelation
That every spell I learned
Had been based in your arcane aura
And all the power I had gained
Had been based in your enchantment
I want a magician
Not an illusionist
So what does it mean when your illusions are so magical?
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 5:43 AM UTC
As true as the sky is blue,
A best friend is always there for you.
From dreaming of dragons in a dizzy daze,
To standing together in scary school hallways.
Jessica the daring, Stephanie the brain,
They are two links in a chain.
Jess is ready to jump at the drop of a hat,
While Stephanie would prefer to pet a cat.
Steph's test is an ace,
While Jess's is a slight disgrace.
They say opposites attract,
The two were made for each other, and that's a fact.
However, a problem has breached this affinity,
There's a new boy in Jess's vicinity.
She has fallen head over heels,
For his bad boy disposition and decked out wheels.
Steph is not too fond of this new addition,
She's finding loneliness is her new condition.
Jess is too busy and cancels plans,
Steph worries and begins to wring her hands.
An attempt to capture Jess's attention,
Jess has yet to mention,
Steph has boldly dyed her hair,
But Jess just doesn't care.
Lips pressed against Blaine's,
Jess's head is in the rain.
Her judgement has gone cloudy,
With Blaine, she's beginning to act rowdy.
Every day they go farther and farther,
Blaine is pressuring her even harder.
Blaine has gotten into her head,
And hungrily leads her to his bed.
Now Steph stands alone in the halls,
And Jess stopped answering her calls.
It's been months now since they've conversed,
Steph's heart is about to burst.
Bad boy Blaine is not so great,
For Jess's sensative mental state.
They have begun to yell and fight,
Steph notices and thinks it's not quite right.
Steph tries to help; Jess tells her to stay out of it,
But there are signs that she's been hit.
She comes to school with bruises black and blue,
Steph knows this is nothing new.
Everything's beginning to fall apart,
Blaine has shattered her fragile heart.
In tears, Jess has a confession,
Her life is now ruled by guilt and depression.
After weeks of sobbing and crying,
Jess decides she should be trying.
She hesitantly picks up the phone,
And calls Steph at home.
Jess tells Steph her regrets about Blaine,
About her letting him inside her brain.
She gave him everything,
He toyed with her heart like a cat with string.
Jess and Steph now see eye to eye,
Now that Jess and Blaine have said goodbye.
They are once again two links in a chain,
They help each other through the pain.
After all, what are friends for,
Than to be there when knocking on each other's door?
A best friend is always there for you,
That's as true as the sky is blue.
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 9:43 AM UTC
I am sorry to announce that due to intermittent
thick cloud cover,
(I am so a lover
of meteor showers) our viewing is cancelled,
no wait is that
a clearing in the sky the deep blue colour and
are those stars
not near but afar, nope, just some plane, making
for Bellingham or Blaine, might
as well be Spain.
Shower me with flowers. (no thorns please)
Shower me with (dark)chocolate.
Shower me with meteors.
No not me personally.
What lights their tales
What makes their beards
Flame...to warm my heart
I know the physics, astro-too
Does it affect me, like it affects you
Just one hour of a meteor shower
I'll be good for another year of power,
like one super hero (or ONE with a super lot of zeroes, after)
We can hold an after meteor party at my place and
your all invited and I will put your names on the
guest list, now we can't now we won't there is no
shower here this night
clouds shield my sight
they are like a blight
on the fruit
that I toiled
for a year,
readied my
sleep cycle,
pruned back
tree tops to
see the horizon,
set up lines
of sight to
track their
paths this night
across the heavens
but now I will
go to bed,
if you show
up to a dark
house, I am
sorry in advance
as I said sadly at
the start the
show is cancelled
and for my part
I will try again
tomorrow night!
Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 1:37 AM UTC
MaaaaaaaaaannnNNN !!!!!
I DON’T ... Give A **** !!!!!!
People over here ….
Like to …. " Pass The Buck " …
" Problems " ... Now ... APPEAR
cos most ... Live in ... " FEAR " ... !!!!!
But …
Fear's ... NOT MY PROBLEM ... !!!
My Position is ... " CLEAR " … !!!
I Know what i'm doing ... !!!
but … young people are ... Moving …
Like … New Born Deer ... !!!
Many Can't ... " stand up " ... !!!
But STILL …. They Sup ...
On ... EVERY kind of ...
Beer ... They're Near … !!!
Then come to work ...
and ... “ POSTURE ” …
with vision ....
Still ... uNcLEaR … !!!
Systems ... THIS ... !!!!
and …. Systems ... THAT ... !!!!
These Fools nowadays ...
REALLY ... Talk some ... CRAP … !!!!
They're Lucky because …..
I’m ... Tall and Black ....
because …. If I was … ???
A ... " Top Flight White " …
BELIEVE … Fo' REAL … !!! …
They Would get ... "TRAPPED" … !!!!
They'd get ... Directed …
OFF ... The Map … !!!!!
With … No Way for them ...
To ... Come Back … !!!! …
I say this stuff ….
cos' work is ... ROUGH ... !!!
when dealing with ...
These chicks and chaps ….
I hear these things ...
These days on ... Trains ...
It seems that others ...
Feel ... " The Drain " ...
of colleagues ... who ...
Can't Take ... THE STRAIN … !!!!
But are ... THE FIRST ...
to ... Dish Out Blame ... !?!
for problems ... THEY ...
Put in ... " The Frame " ...
They take this work thing ...
for a ..... " Game " ..... !?!
When Business Deals ...
GO UP ... in flames ... !!!
They look ...
" Bemused " … ? …
Now …
Ain't that ... LAME … !!!
Now ... if my name ...
was ... David Blaine ...
These people ... wouldn't ...
look the same ... !!!!! ...
They'd be like ... " Clint " ....
WITHOUT ... A Name ...
while I would ... " Drift " .................
To Those .... " High Plains " ....
and there is ... " Where " ...
I would ... RETAIN …
My ... Peace of Mind ...
CLEAR OF ... The blind ...
who try to put me ....
In a .... " BIND " ....
With ... ANY EXCUSE …
That they can ... " Find " ... ?!?
to ... CLEAR THEMSELVES ...
Leaving me .... behind ....
Well …. !!!!!
This is where …...
They Should ... BEWARE … !!!!!
My tactics are …
" Refined " ... like wine ...
NOT ... to drink ... !!!
But for ... THIS LINK ...
My train of thought …
Shows that ... I THINK … !!!
on how to leave them …
On The …. BRINK …. !!! ….
NOT … On The Virge ... !!!!!!!
Cos' that's for me ...
to ... Lyrically Splurge …
" Poetic Words " ....
that ... DEFINE ... " The Truth " ...
to … “FOOLISH HERDS" … !!!
cos' ...
Moves they make ...
Define .... “ABSURD” …. !!!?!!!
My Vision's ... CLEAR ... !!!
While there's is .....
" blurRRrrrrrEDD !!!! "
So ....
with these words ...
Do You ... " Concur " ... ???
or has ... The Piece ...
Left you like …..
D'EerrrrrrrRRRRRR …. ???!!???
I'll give you time ....
So ... Please Confer … !!!
This is ... " My Challenge " ...
Try to ... Balance ...
“PROBLEMS” … that ...
You face ... at work ...
cos' working with ….
" Blame Culture " ... Berks ...
Could …. Like the ... " Chicken " ...
Leave you ... ****** … !!!!! ...
While these ... " Smart Alecks " ...
………….. “PANIC” ………… !!!!!!!!!!!!!
And then ... " Hit The Street " ...
Just like .... " THE MANICS " …. !!!!!
This piece for me …..
Has been …. “ TITANIC ” …. !!!!!
Like the … STRUGGLES ...
In my job …. Because ….
My Colleagues ...
are ... “MESSED UP” ... !!!!!
Folks …. This is why ...
I write ... This Stuff ... !!! …
To ... STOP ME …. " Slappin' " ....
SOME FOOL ... UP ... !!! ...
Who tried to say ....
“Big Virge Messed Up ” ….
When ... TRUTH IS ….
Their work's …
ALWAYS ... " DUFF ” ... !!!!!
which is why ... " They Try " ...
to ... " COVER THEIR **** " ...
Thinking ... that they're ... SMART ... ?!?
and so ...
are quick to …
" Pass The Buck " ...
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 3:56 PM UTC
In a cup
I love to sip you up
I no longer give a ****
didn't spend one buck
You're darkness in between my lips
makes me want to move my hips
I like to drink you in sips
I like to drink you when I'm having fits
you make my mind forget the pain
make me sing LA LA in my brain
turn me from crazy to mild tame
you lift me up like David Blaine
You're slowly slipping away
I drank too much today
I don't have much more to say
I'll write more later when I'm sober..k
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 9:41 PM UTC
Madame Blaine isn't happy.
Every night his apparitions appear
and they're getting darer by the day
(sorry, by the night).
Her fault she didn't tell him to go
the first few days on the southern window
rather she felt bad as he stood out there
thought it better to offer him chair.
His hesitation stoked her kindness
not much she would lose if sat face to face
recapitulating life they were together
barring the first few spent talking the weather.
Once in the room he gave her his ears
(or so it seemed)
as she talked of loneliness with hint of tears
blinking and nodding an occasional sigh
but not once offering a courtesy of reply.
He would sit unobtrusive in the gentlest manner
till his proposal last night dropped the sky on her
(sorry, the ceiling)
the first words he spoke shattered her peace
May I Diane, offer you a kiss?
She fumbled to decide an aye or a nay
silence was all her voice could say
the apparition rose to grab the moment
reading in her muteness a loud consent.
Since then she is wondering if she can boast
of having been kissed by one now a ghost
or hide within her as an indelible shame
an indulgence that could earn her bad name.
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 10:27 AM UTC
Honest Cruelty
I talked to this kid earlier today.
He was walking down the street and I asked him where he was going, he said to Blaine, me and this kid both live about 2 cities away from Blaine, so I asked him why he was going all the way there. He said his dad ****** him off, so he was going to see his mom.
Now, I've known this kid for at least 4 years and when we first met he told me his mom died in Columbia when he was yound and he moved to America with his step-dad around age 5. Today I found out that he was lying.
His father sold him for 3 grand when he was a baby. "My pops doesn't even want me" he said. His mom left him with his step-father for years, which led him to think she was dead when she just couldn't handle the pressures of a child. "My mom doesn't either" he said. "And this son of a ***** that has me now is pretty much a stranger who always yells and fusses and doesn't want me either"
What do you say to something like that? I don't know.. But he looked so down and so I forced him to look at me and I said "Josh, I love you. And I want you." I know it's something he needed to hear and I meant every word. He lives a few doors down from me and I know he beeded something besides a basketball. So I gave him that. It was all I could think to give him.
I just hope I did the right thing.
And I pray to God he's okay.
Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 12:36 AM UTC
Call me Michael if it pleases you. Call me Daniel, Jack, I don't care. Hippy, nerd, creep, weird, gay, weak, loser, ****** fat, stupid, illiterate, anti-social, addict, dog, ************ anything. I've been called it all.
Some of it makes me smile, some of it hides the shine in my eyes.
But all of it is nothing, because I know you are human, and I, I am Marshall Coleson Blaine Hiatt.
And I love all of you.
Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 4:43 AM UTC
Once upon a yesterday,
I held this baby boy of mine.
Cuddling him close to my chest,
as if we were tied together by a vine.
I remember when the days were sunny;
we'd go for long walks, hand in hand.
Sometimes we'd all go to the beach,
running and kicking our feet in the sand.
At night when it was time for bed,
he'd run and jump into my arms.
Then we'd read story books-
about cars, trucks, animals, and farms.
No longer a baby or a small boy,
he's now turning into a young man.
What will he do when school is done,
he could do anything he can.
2009
Copyright; Sabrina Denise Healey,
~Angelmom~
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 9:05 PM UTC
I’ll tell you how this poem ends.
It’s with a hard knock and
a whole lot of painful questions.
Who? What? Where? When? Why?
But no how?
That’s a secret.
This poem ends with like taking advantage
of you,
then leaving while you’re still asleep.
It never really goes anywhere.
Sizzle Sizzle Pop Smack.
Just like that,
this poem flashes before your eyes.
Blaine would be proud.
I never read poems til the
bitter end.
No, I skip ahead,
even in my own poetry.
First sentence
to
the last word.
What does that say about me?
Like I said,
more questions.
Impulsive?
Maybe.
Let’s end it here.
Would that be the cowardly thing to do?
Or would it put this poem out of its misery?
It is starting to drag its feet.
I believe it is time.
Fingers crossed,
behind the back.
Click Click Bang Bang.
Don’t you hate it when poems drag on,
word after
word after
word.
Finished.
Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 10:40 PM UTC
To walk on water could there only ever be one?
Was it not Gods only son, who strolled in Galilee, with the fishers on the sea?
It has been disputed that another fella, name of Blaine, gentle strolled upon the river of grime, a.k.a the River Thames.
Obvious illusion, well at least that's what I'm guessing.
Now however; a change in the weather, provided squelching mud cover, engorged the fields of mud with water.
Mud supports those who walk, in squishy, squashy welly boots, fighting through, unholy mud.
Hereby, I now pronounce out loud, more than Jesus, an entire crowd.
(C) LIVVI 2014
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 2:59 PM UTC
We in South Florida pride ourselves on getting hit by hurricanes. We take photos of how bad it is and post it on Instagram with appropriate doomsday event hashtagging.
Riding these things out is like riding a bike.
If you can shop for Black Friday and Christmas every year, you can shop for this. Take pride in your water divination skills and line-standing endurance feats. We are the state of Disneyworld ride lines that wrap around corners in swamp heat, and lines of red light bumper lights on i-95 Monday through Friday: this is another day in the office!
Putting up shutters is like putting up Christmas decorations: we get creative
Like today, we wedged pink and blue floatation noodles against the frames of the windows in arcs resembling a post-storm rainbow. My 2 year old daughter said it was beautiful.
One day of this is someone else's seven months of winter. Remember, people evacuate to here annually! So do not feel bad for fleeing north to them.
The news keeps saying stay calm as they embellish how dangerous this storm ride is going to be like some death stunt on a David Blaine TV special. He went underwater in "Drowned Alive": he didn't drown. He got buried underground: he rose from it. Per the broadcasted hype, the payoff is we won't die!
Here's some good news: you can leave what's out of reach and in the sky to the heavens, and what's in your mind to the steps you took on the ground below: all doors closed, stuff unplugged, things that resemble missiles stashed in closets, flashlights ready like lightsabers to battle this named foe from above. It will hit the worried and unworried just the same, revealing the gas station line cutters from the people who help you with shutters; the faith from the fear of those who choose to pray; the human heart and its varying sizes as it beats faster with the darkening of the sky.
At least we aren't trees: they cannot hide from this revealing event. See how they all remain serene up until the second the wind arrives, leaves rattled only then, roots of varying depths being that which holds them together
either they bend with grace or they break.
Sep 8, 2017
Sep 8, 2017 at 8:23 PM UTC
"Write while you're drunk,
Edit while you're sober"
But words are words regardless
And the initial intent might pale
In its ultimate juxtaposition but you-
You mean just as much to me
Still.
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 10:12 PM UTC
Upon a mood that is rather pensive
I appreciate my newfound friendship
God has methods of letting people meet
Whether through poetry or on the street.
I am grateful for the warnings and advice you provide
Knowing that you won't hesitate to scold or to chide
I thank you for being a helpful friend
A truthful friendly and helpful godsend.
Loser signing out
Star gazer.
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 10:15 PM UTC
Light is dripping from the ceiling
(looks like you don’t really care):
If you stay with me this evening,
I will be your teddybear.
I will tuck you in at night,
Make you feel that it’s alright.
Drumroll, bass, guitar and fiddle
(you’re as quiet as they get):
If you care to die a little,
I will be your cigarette.
At your lips I’ll burn and fly,
All in ashes, to the sky.
Men are smashed, somebody fainted
(you just look completely fine):
If, perhaps, you’d like to get it,
I will be your glass of wine.
Cheer you up when you are sad,
Tip your tongue with viscous red.
Now it’s closing time, the last call
(seems that you would like to leave):
If you fancy cheeky rascals,
I will be your rebel chief.
I will play both Stark and Blaine,
Conquer countries in your name.
Half-transparent, slim, and curly,
You have almost fled my sight:
If you need to get up early,
I will be your taxi ride.
Safely drop you by your door
Not expecting something more.
Jan 3, 2020
Jan 3, 2020 at 2:09 PM UTC