"blanking" poems
I realized I liked you when
our eyes met then I immediately
looked away as if it was the first time
I laid my eyes on you.
I realized I liked you when
I made a list of things we could
talk about but ended up blanking out
when I started talking to you.
I realized I’ve fallen for you when
we were in a concert and you
accompanied me throughout the night.
I knew my heart was pounding not from
the loud speakers but from you
being so close to me.
I realized I’ve fallen for you when
I got nervous and you held my hand,
comforting me with no words said;
contented with how our fingers
interlaced with one another.
I realized I loved you when
I started writing about you and
our happy moments that now have
turned into memories.
I realized I loved you when
I turned you into poetry.
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 3:55 AM UTC
Serendipity.
You ******* what!
What you saying, pal?
Serendipity, oh aye, all right,
Aye, seren-fuckin-dipity; whatever!
Tell it to the raggedy soaked-wino,
Look into his rheumy eyes, really look,
Want to kiss his toothless grin, eh? Do you?
Feel his sore-ridden tongue searching you out,
Nay, I thought not, anyway, he hears nothing,
Nothing except the rattle of change.
Tell it to the punctured ****** go on,
Cold body on a cold linoleum floor,
He can’t hear you either, maybe though,
Maybe, slipping away on the last tide of life,
Do-gooder, maybe he will hear you call,
‘Serendipity’ and wonder: what the ****
Until blackness closes in, blanking the stars.
Tell it to the Fourth Bridge jumpers, go on,
Always falling; to them, falling forever,
In hearts and minds, the event horizon of death,
Trapped in limbo, leaving unbearable hurt behind,
Along with serendipity and bad choices.
And the young, oh they need serendipity,
Cruelty of life glittering in furtive wary eyes,
Old already, far beyond halcyon blue-skies,
Used and abused by those closest, the shame,
Erosion of trust and sincerity completed over night,
Christmas ghosts: slovenly laggards by comparison.
Resilient youth! Yep, they ******* need to be,
Grinding machine of town-life hunting them,
Scouring dark corners, gnashing jaws growling,
Crunching down darkened alleys, feeding,
Lapping up the young blood of runaways,
Slavering maw eating them alive; laughing.
With serendipity, they can lie low, maybe hide,
Dream of escape, for they all want out,
Putting misery behind them, quelling cruelty,
After all, they live in a lucky ******* town,
So escape is not impossible, no,
Unlikely, yes, poor wee ********
Serendipity should shout a loud warning,
Run, scrawny urchins, run if you can,
Run for your lives, the rest of your lives,
Town-life’s grinding machine awaits,
Watches for you, so keep running,
Never stop, never look back,
Not ever, not ever,
Serendipity.
©Paul Chafer 2014
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 7:32 PM UTC
That eye contact
when our eyes meet
still sends chills through my spine
blanking out my mind
getting my eyes lost
from such a beautiful sight
legs get a little wobbly
toes get all tingly
arms wanting to embrace you
hands wanting the touch of your skin
lips calling out for yours
our breaths coming as one
the nose liking your wonderful smell
for it is like home
That eye contact
when our eyes are locked
for I know that our paths have converged
at least I knew that for a moment
you were looking for me too
it only lasted for a second
but you don't seem to know
how a second can last for a lifetime
it's like time froze
as I look at you
the flashback of old memories comes running through
the good and the bad
but boy
onto this brief encounter
our eyes coming together
that twinkle in your eyes
makes everything worth while
That eye contact
when the eyes are telling me to move on
and let it go
come back to reality
before I get trapped again
by your magical spell
that gets me lost every single time
those eyes that got me disappointed
from all the hopes, dreams, expectations,
and heartaches
leaving me out of breath
and shaky for why it only lasted that long
That eye contact
that I'll always remember
when I should be forgetting
That eye contact
brought us closer
but now we're distance apart
That eye contact
that will always capture my heart
making my entire body smiling in an awe
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 5:54 PM UTC
Their winter shadows, shrouded
Frozen freak statues
Part milk; a ****** virtual vision void
Snow Queen--bone fiend
My mother is beautiful
Her skin like blue wax
And grey ash
She sings a deep sleep
Singing though an aching forest
It's a riddle, you know
O, with my mind blanking out
So cold...sunlight dims
My bare limbs...I white out
....air so still...
Am
I
dead?
A museum relic laid open, pinned down
Eternity is a real thing
And Mother is a snow fiend.
The powdered white dream of me--
Somewhere, there is a tree crying
It's overgrown with crystal
(and frozen things shatter)
True time surges in:
A storm mauling everything
True time purges it--
All chaos, all icy knives
And wind-driven mist
Demon kissed paradise
My body is salted with pain
My body bathed in acid rain
Naked
Trembling
Cold stone
All alone
I am the woman of the iron lake
I awake, raw under a bitter sky
The moon is a still life tonight
Caught in an iron tree
Like a pearl of jealousy
Oct 27, 2011
Oct 27, 2011 at 5:04 PM UTC
Lace and old scraps of paper
buried deep in my heart
Lined my pockets once I see
but they tore apart.
They dwell on my mind
wafting through my being
Distorting images, blanking out
from what I ought to be seeing.
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 2:50 AM UTC
Maiden, maiden, maiden, a depilidate mobious minaret –
Holical, Eris begs an atlatl defection, the
Genuis-from-Mars technique – an erathicus lecanopteris.
Suffretex, past-perfection in pastel gloxinia,
Glowingly acidic and shiftingly glossidic, it’s cosmaltry mariala;
Ungual outmoded, holonym singing Aquilar rapax as demiurge.
Demos and Phobos weep, coruscating terrathos, killing riva.
Swell quickly, optic ophidia, lest the ira florena rise –
Rise, maiden, rise optic ophidia, ignore Irredelphine!
Strut the hematacolpa and pace-willow, but fail flow:
Deciduous telechir beckons, demanding autobogotic-hajra.
Piss-venom and picea hovea, eche verri naught echo –
Beta-decay and COBOL error, fandango with teeth
And sing praise for Eucladanic soignè solaris
Sprint quick, maiden-solidago gesparisè, to Misra pourum!
Majerns and hapax, death-knell aloud and encelia,
Enfloranè, haste! Enatic haste tichodrome, flee, anise!
Apios, harken: tryst-sans-thermobic sweeping of thresher-thrown,
Little-low else yet achroma, de-jubilance:
Fall fairly, ayah! So to be so, blanking systemic,
A thousand steps for one death.
Jul 4, 2010
Jul 4, 2010 at 12:25 PM UTC
I'm hidden by barriers
That you cannot see
I'm trapped and alone
But you can see me
I'm muted by noise
That you cannot hear
My screams fall silent
I'm frozen in fear
The pressure builds
My mind is racing
You fail to see
The struggles I'm facing
The room is spinning
My heart's beating fast
Thoughts creeping in
How long will they last?
I sit here vacant
I'm traumatised
I failed to answer
You.... recognised
Pounding your desk
Screaming my name
Jumbled words
Repeating again
I don't know the answer
I want to reply, but..
I keep blanking out
I can't explain why
In front of the class
You call out my name
"I've told you twice..
I'm not explaining again!"
I'm hidden by the barriers
That you cannot see
I'm trapped and alone
Until quarter past three
By Darren Wall
Jan 29, 2024
Jan 29, 2024 at 2:31 PM UTC
- 6 happy songs
1. Oui hear
What we appear
What, we appear?
What
Where
Capturing the in
The expressable in it
Capped in it
In
Into
Together to gather
To Get Her - To Gat Her
Two Gets-together
Gether
Glather
Troubling isn't it
Very troubling
Trouble some
Some troubles in ning
Inklings
Inner rings
Der Rinks
Der
2. Vert
Over therr
Overt therr
Knew a woman who was livin
Oh Vert Herr!
Oh Vert Herr!
Over therr
Err a woman who is livin
Oh Vert therr!
Err
Err
3. Bleu
A cloud farmer
I eye the sky
Eye the sky
Eye the sky
A cloud farmer
I eye the skye
Eye the sky
Wide
4. Blanc
Here is the blank
The blanking blank
The blanking blank
The blanking blank
Here is the blank
The blanking blank
The blanking blanking blank
Blank
5. Rouge
They come to me in ones and twos
Ones and twos
Ones and twos
They come to me in
Ones and twos
Ones and twos it's
True
6. Noir
Brush away noir noir
Brush away noir
Brush away noir noir
Noir noir no
More No more
Noir noir no
Moe
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 4:06 AM UTC
After years of bleeding
Seeing society retreating
On oil slick sands
On bible belts
And boy bands
The world is ovulating
Waiting for the impregnation
Of a dreamer’s nation
Intertwine
With an age of the mind
The birthing pangs
Blanking on the dark ages
Yet we cycle back
Again
Rising up from
The ocean’s foam
Then sinking
Deeply into
Their dark depths
Another age of greatness is due
Returning
From the spurning of
Science and poetry
FDR to McCarthy trials
Beatniks to Vietnam
The Roman Empire
To the dark ages
The last sages
Got trampled on the road to war
The great poets
Frequently ignored
But it’s time
For another revolution
Evolution
End of pollution
And the dissolution
Of our greed ran
System man
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 11:16 PM UTC
After years of bleeding
Seeing society retreating
On oil slick sands
On bible belts
And boy bands
The world is ovulating
Waiting for the impregnation
Of a dreamer’s nation
Intertwine
With an age of the mind
The birthing pangs
Blanking on the dark ages
Yet we cycle back
Again
Rising up from
The ocean’s foam
Then sinking
Deeply into
Their dark depths
Another age of greatness is due
Returning
From the spurning of
Science and poetry
FDR to McCarthy trials
Beatniks to Vietnam
The Roman Empire
To the dark ages
The last sages
Got trampled on the road to war
The great poets
Frequently ignored
But it’s time
For another revolution
Evolution
The end of pollution
And the dissolution
Of our greed ran
System man
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 4:19 PM UTC
Helen sat next to you
on the flat concrete roof
of the brick walled
bomb shelter
out the front
of Banks House
after school
she lifting
and lowering her legs
against the wall
her black battered shoes
making a dull thudding noise
and you sitting dead still
watching her white socks
go up and down
and she said
mum said
I couldn’t bring
Battered Betty
because she’d given her
a wash in the bath
you took in
her thick lens glasses
catching the late
afternoon sunlight
her hair in plaits
her hands placed flat
on either side of her legs
on the concrete roof
and as she spoke
about the doll
you thought about the boys
who said she smelt
of yesterday’s dinners
or called her four eyes
but they were dumbshites
you thought
they didn’t see
the beauty of her
the way her eyes sparkled
behind the lens
or how being next to her
kind of brightened up
the day
not that you’d
tell them that
but you knew it
and they didn’t
and she said
if you close your eyes
you can imagine
we are on a ship
at sea
the grass is the sea
and you said
we could be pirates
I have a sword
my old man made
from steel
and painted blue
and she looked at you
the sunlight blanking out
her eyes and her lips
still speaking
saying things
her words shaped
like diamonds
and she closed her eyes
and so did you
and she put her hand
on yours
and in the darkness
it seemed warm
and smooth
and she said softly
you can save me
from the bad pirates
the ones with eye patches
and black scarves
and scary faces
and you said
yes I could cut them
all down and not miss
and she said
yes and I could be saved
and could give you a kiss
and the ship sailed on
in the dark
behind the eyes
in a world made wonderful
where you could be
8 year old lovers
where no one betrays
and no one dies.
Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 3:40 PM UTC
Cope, hope, or catharsis, one
may be forced to choose one
during the bouts
of restraint against release,
of reach before the sigh,
of desire, to control instinct.
Of all inevitability,
daring to call itself proudly by name
on this mercilessly constant tread
of experiencing, each it seems
with a collapsing and rising unique,
Planck’s momentous, memoried,
voice-blanking frames, slightly
shifting and forming (together
we conjecture) the same blurred image
of light, of looking,
of a thought, of a chance,
that maybe,
whether it is instrumentalist hands
or a playerless orchestra bestowing
sound, of granules grinding
over each other, with each
a glance, a lift of a hand,
in disguise of louder music,
that I cannot say is wrenching, that I
cannot say is strident, or sweet or
harmonic or agreeable—just heard somehow,
resonant,
seemingly against silence,
at the seeming heart—
that the note might be
the only one to hope for,
as cope with, as cathect oneself in.
The only one channel to that which,
if heard, will really be heard.
Not a down, then in, then up,
and out, uncertain.
Not a fading with time
or a never heard at all
except for mere murmurings
of chance. Though don’t shrug them.
Be exposed, undeniably, wholly, to them.
These, musicless, can become
still air, still flesh—mystery’s shut mouth.
Something of a mouthless bird.
Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 6:32 PM UTC
I do not know how to put this much hurt into words but im going to try.
Loving you is like a reflex.
It's like im screaming I love you I love you I love you and by the time im finished I realize it didn't even hurt that bad and all im left with is a sore throat and a bad taste in my mouth.
I feel like all you're ever doing is whispering.
Stop telling me you love me when the world goes silent
Stop telling me you love me with your hands pressed against my skin
STOP TELLING ME YOU LOVE ME IN HAND GESTURES AND HIEROGLYPHICS WHEN I DESERVE SOMEONE WHO WOULD SHOUT HOW MUCH HE LOVED ME AT THE PEAK OF THE HIGHEST MOUNTAIN FOR EVERYONE IN THE WORLD TO HEAR
I am tired of hearing you speak to me in symphonies and blanking out on stage.
I am tired of only being spoken to in body language and im tired of hearing you say sorry like it's my name.
What im trying to say is if practice makes perfect then how come you only ever love me with the lights off?
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 1:35 AM UTC
I sit here.Hunched over my computer computing
What will become of me?
This lonely mess of an almost man is mostly at wits end
But just when it counts
Like blanking out on a test that can’t be redone
Its no one’s fault
But all my fault
Though statistics say you can only fail just so much
But just enough to feel like maybe just one more try
Just one more try
Which turns into two
Three
Four
Then You find yourself counting backwards
Waiting for time to be up
So you can hand in your paper
So you can convince yourself its the way it had to be
Or at least the way it is
You look at it objectively
You omit words like I and feel
So you can still sleep at night
Or at least not cry in plane sight
So you can still fight
Just one more time
One more time away from oblivion
Cause one is all you need
For its the last step that kills you
That throws you from that cliff
That precipice
From wince you can never return
So i make sure i’m always one step behind
That fine line
Between giving in
And getting up
But eventually you get tired
Of standing. Disappointed.With nothing much to show for it
But a pat on the back and a better luck next time
With that hope in your eyes
But it hurts,almost like sand
Till the tears dissolve it
and all thats left is a brutal reality
Thats must worse than we deserve
But then you look at it objectively
And know.It must be just what you deserve
Which is too much for all the kind words in the world to reverse
So I stand.
Counting forwards.
Counting backwards
But always stopping at one
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 3:44 PM UTC
The demons of my past
Seem to never fade
An endless opening in my heart
Similar to the ever glades
Monster in the brain
The devils slave
I'm a murderous beast
A carnivore with the need to feast
Well at least
I will meet my defeat
But only once i meet a foe that's worthy
A shadow of a man
Is all that's left
Nothing but echoes
When i pound my chest
All human feelings
Have exhaled from my breast
And the only noise i make
Is a hollow whisper under my breath
And it amazes me how blind people can be
That when I'm in there view
Hate isn't all they see
I'm a heathen
A demon
Craving your screaming
Feeding
Needing
All of your bleeding
That breathing
Should be fading
Your soul
I should be taking
Your mind
Is now blanking
Iv'e murdered again
Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 11:49 AM UTC
Magsusulat ako ng mga salitang matulain
kahit hindi ninyo ito basahin at tanggapin
kahit ako lang ang tunay na papansin at aangkin
Dahil masyado akong mausisa at malikhain
Tahimik ang paligid at nais ko sana magsulat
Ibuhos ang lahat ng nais kong ipagtapat
Mga bagay bagay na bumubulabog sa ‘king utak
Ito’y mga salitang sa papel lang kayang isulat
Mahirap man unawain ang aking nararamdaman
Ganun pa ma’y ipagpapatuloy ang makakagaan
Sa ‘king pusong puno ng hinanakit ang nakadagan
Ngayo’y bibigyan ng tinig sa blanking papel na tangan
Mga panahong nagmumokmok umiiyak sa sulok
Ni walang nakakapansin sa mga matang malungkot
Todo ang ngiti bagaman ang lungkot ay nasa likod
Huwag lang mahalata ang mukhang may sama ng loob
May mga salitang sa papel lang kayang manatili
Dahil ‘di na kayang bigkasin ng ating mga labi.
Mga lungkot at galit sa puso’y sadyang iniukit
Isusulat sa papel sa dingding doon ididkit
Mar 26, 2025
Mar 26, 2025 at 5:42 AM UTC
(looking blanking into the reflection, lost in thought)
[in thoughts]
?-Why?
?-Why'd you do it?
Me-You made me, you drowned me, killed me.
Me-I don't even get to see myself until I look in the mirror from your eyes
?-You got weak, I helped you get stronger since you asked
Me-I didn't ask, you took over. You burned off my wings, desecrated my armor that I wore honorably.
?-Because you asked for my power, and now you will parish
Me-LIKE HELL I WILL
(looks into the mirror, and punishes it)
[Grabs a piece of glass and crushes it, grabs a bigger edge]
?-So you think you're stronger than me?
Me-If you are a part of me, then you will know that I will crush you
[Fights the temptation to cut myself]
Me- I will win, I have to. I need to tell her, not you.
?-how? HOW ARE YOU SO STRONG!?
Me-Because, she is a part of me. She has my other half, and I won't let you make me destroy myself anymore.
[crushes the edge with the other hand]
Casey... I will make this up... It is my duty to fix this...
I will make this right...
My nightmares are over, the orders are done.
I will not fail...
Athena would want me to get this right, everyone of my friends who I saw get buried would want me to.
I'm sorry...
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 12:24 PM UTC
i try to write some happy rhymes
but it's weird, not what i've done for a long time
i try to think of things to say
but what happy things can i say, when i'm too busy feeling this way
i have a boyfriend so i won't moan
but you're barely ever there, i feel so alone
you spend days ignoring me then say i'm blanking you
but you must not realise you do that to me too
you do it more i ever do
but you don't even have a clue
sometimes i feel like my hearts in a shredder
i'm in so much pain, it feels like it won't ever get better
one minute you care
the next, you wouldn't dare
one minute, it's like it's true love
the next, to you, i'm just another girl
how can we say we date
when we barely act like mates
we don't talk, hug or kiss
so tell me babe, what is the point of this?
at first, you were so kind
i thought there's no other better person i'd ever find
but you walk straight past me without saying hi
and you don't even bother saying bye
one minute i'm all that you need
then the next, i'm no one you want to be near
one minute you're hugging away all my fears
the next, you're the cause of that pain that sears
through my bones, flesh and heart
slowly and painfully causing it to part
one minute it was me and you against the world
the next, you can't find a single word.
Jun 14, 2012
Jun 14, 2012 at 1:02 PM UTC
NOPE
BAHAHHAHAHA
junior guards granting a mission to mars
penelope singing sweetly with michalel jackson, creepily cranking out smooth criminal with howling wolf,
mothers bathing their babies in brookes, blessed and stressed and bothered by the milkman
brandy brought in by buccaneers seeps quickly and sours stale tempers
beautiful bodies blanking when naked and with no lighting
coffee stains adding character to create extra bold whiteness for optimists
lovers kissing kindly and collecting each others debts of brokenness
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 8:11 PM UTC
These strong urges, these strong desires
to get to that final destination
Chills taking over my entire body
starting from my arms straight to my head
Blanking my whole mind
These good feelings, amazing feelings
I think this is the best I've ever felt, and that's sad
I'm sad that I feel complete at this moment
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 3:38 AM UTC
I want to make you all cry
It's good for people to cry
It's better than sitting round miserably
Pretending to laugh
People don't cry enough!
I want to make you all cry
For yourselves and all people who
Don't have to die
For kids who are hungry and put to hard labour
When they should be greedy and pains in the neck
Who know the world is wrong but won't be heard
Who only hear shouting, destruction
And cries of distress
Only our shared tears can clean up this mess
I want to make you all cry
At the shame of getting by
Unable to cope with life's complexities
Or even ask why
Love is never enough!
I want to make you all cry
For yourselves and all people who
Don't have to lie
But must for the sake of our little luxuries
The only way we spread love and happiness
To spite the orders that come from above
“You work your contract or there's the door!”
That's the reason why
We live on lie after lie after lie.
I want to make you all cry
For people you just let go
To politics and the geography
You know, the money
Forcing us to depart!
I want to make you all cry
For the people you must pass by
In your own home
On the street, in the shop and on the TV news
Feeling sorry but too powerless to help
All the problems you deal with by yourself
With nobody knowing to help you
Just trying to smile
At the cruel way the world became so vile
I want to make you all cry
To salute what you see die
In Syria, here and inside yourself
For what? The money?
Global economy?
I want to make you all cry
It's urgent, we must cry today!
It's not too late
To face up to what we've been trying to deny
What we have suffered and what we are losing
Blanking it out with our kind of boozing
Not letting the merciful tears flow
Time to let them go!
To weep and embrace and do what we know.
Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 9:06 PM UTC
one five foot seven
teardrop fountain
forgetting to exhale while
remembering to drink down fast
the bitter green elixir to stretch out
widen the space between thought and thought
to soften up and fall out through the faulty wire frame.
slip out in pieces
so carefully dissipate, recede
draw in and drop out
to ready for the blow
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 3:59 PM UTC
I found one of my long lost poems!!!
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Like waking up
Like lying down
Like blanking out
Blink, blink, and all I see is darkness
Piercing, but distant
An unknowing, but growing
Yearning to be let out
Thump, thump; what do you want?
Dazed, thump again, steadying
Hitting the floor, shattering
Glass everywhere
Footsteps; when will they stop? hushed voices
Echoing, illusions; what just happened?
Thump, thump, thump
I can hear your heart
Burdens, regrets, mistakes
Everything runs together
I follow along, and then....no more
May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 4:59 PM UTC
Pull up
Parking lot
30 minutes early
Feels like a lot.
A/C doesn't work
Smoke up for nerves
Not the wacky tobaccy
That's just absurd.
Job interview
Clan of the waitressing brood
Make me one of you.
I know how to take orders
And bring out your food.
Take the phone out of my hands
Give my some daily plans
Make my unemployment take a stand.
Save my bank account from blanking
It's not much that I'm asking.
Use the waiting game to plan a conversation
Give me a purpose in this great nation
I have plenty of patience
Unruly folks and their aggrivation.
Waiting on fries and I can shake it.
I spend too much time being white bred.
Clearer head with smokey resolve
Grip my hand and don't do it gently now
Let's them know you mean business
Don't show desperation just to be a waitress.
Give a smile
A joke or two
Don't make me wait
To be one of you.
Ps- if you were curious enough to know
I got the job
And soon I'll have money to show
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 9:45 AM UTC