"boosted" poems
sitting in your corvette
bass boosted songs
and friday sunlight reflecting
off crisp puddles from yesterday
you hit the gas
and my hair goes straight
to the roof
feels like i’m trapped in
a fish bowl, sports cars
easy to get in
but impossible to get out
maybe that’s your plan
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 5:21 PM UTC
Drug; he controls my brain.
He stirs an irresistible blend of chemicals in my body and convinces me to fall for him; he increases blood flow to the primitive areas of my brain and activates the circuits responsible for love and desire.
Adrenaline; he balances my stress.
He keeps my heart strong and healthy as thoughts of him and us dominate me and excite me, prompting me to get tachycardia (fast heart rate above 100 bpm) and my blood pressure to rise.
Dopamine; he regulates my focus.
He stimulates desire and triggers pleasure in me; I remember everything about us, then forget about my surroundings; I am motivated to please him, then I daydream and become unable to stay on task.
Serotonin; he stabilizes my mood.
He charms and induces me to perspire and relax, crave and distance him, lose and gain sleep, feel pain and relief, get happy and upset, and decrease and increase my immune system functions.
Medication; he forces my loveswept cells to go haywire.
He has cured my lovesickness, shooed away my regrets, helped me move on from my past, boosted my (self-)confidence, made me look forward to tomorrow, and offered me a ticket to bliss.
Oxytocin; he enables me to produce lovestruck hormones.
He affects my moral molecules as he attracts my undivided attention, pushes me to trust him, raises attachment and empathy, brings psychological stability, and encourages me to want to be closer to him.
Vasopressin; he causes me to secrete lovetastic chemicals.
He renders me monogamous and continues to have me hooked onto him; he makes me thirst for him, display amorous behavior, defend him and us, and maintain a strong partnership.
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 7:18 AM UTC
Love is a captured moment
A song in tune
A sound in silence
A crystal so pure
Love is a boosted hearbeat
A thousand callings
violet roses are blue
For the "Te Amo" you wanted so true
Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 9:18 PM UTC
She was the epitome of simplicity,
A key to elegance.
It was her style,
Her signature on what she wore.
Her own style she picked from fashion,
Cause fashion fades quickly,
Style remains forever,
It represents quality.
The colours she wore were those that looked good on her.
She dressed not to be noticed,
But, she dressed to be remembered.
It gave her confidence,
Boosted her personality.
Promoted modesty, beauty,
And above all elegance.
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 7:37 PM UTC
The unlikeliest place to find confidence
A boosted self esteem,
When others tore and ripped my mind,
My body image,
Bullied as a child and fourth it continued,
It never seized to amaze me,
The comments they threw,
Like stones they did harm me,
My name was ugly
I named myself unique
My name was freaky
I named myself limited
My name was what many thought I was then,
I named myself what I would be now.
I grew then to be the same as before,
Or so I had thought,
One day arrived at my college life,
Your camera flashed and I began to feel
Different...
They named me ugly
You made it feel as though I wasn't
They named me a freak
You used me for art
To this day,
Years after that,
Thanks to you,
I don't feel so ugly
Don't feel as much like a freak,
You showed me,
I can be infront of the camera and not always behind it.
Thank you,
For being more than a photographer,
More than a friend,
You were a boost to this bullied little girl's self worth and self esteem!
-Kathia Mariana Landeros
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 2:41 PM UTC
tizzy looped his past: he had looped it and then looped it howevah, whoop to diz
gangstapoetry boosted its duties newly
we simply gs, whose duties include
slowmoflow like snoop, or p, ain't no thang
i create slang in the hate center, last trip i flew thru loops, break dancers and readers
want answers, so we give straight answers
lyrics of fame bangers, one rhyme for eight
don't take chances, tizz stylobate, sunrise
poems born from crime, give it some time
gotta come right, sell it all at one price
my blood cries in rough nights, plagued by
enough of tough stuff, but me ain't a fluff
i bluff and take what's rightfully mine
tizz is frightfully nice, he neva comes twice
coco loco, monica matadora tending
first song jeezy's "poppin" pimpin pimpz
red-blodded hamza comin ova to test me
subtly intimidating, i just call him "habibi"
ice breaker, you feel me, we good, truly
check out jammed jay, pushin designer
hamza on the toilet, yayo, his girl, bunny
snugglin wit jammed jay for real by now
close to my dj area, rubbin *** gainst ****
tina staring camly into her secret intention
i expect something vaguely, forget it, tho
as hamza al-mighty gets back, explodes
he beats up jay, promptly breakin' his nose
jay looks at the blood; pulls out a cudgel
bashin hamza's skull, flesh splinters
hamza strikes back wit em bludgeons
wondaland's red light, serving proudly 24/7
hamza's pack, yousif, said, wassim and mo
ready to battle the enemy of the enemy
lego goon, antwone, bobby butchah, juan
Jun 14, 2021
Jun 14, 2021 at 1:10 AM UTC
I was born wrapped in a black body bag.... They call that foreshadowing...so to lighten my appearance they try to remember me as a white outline.. chalked......upon asphalt.... and say it was this *** fault.... I was only known as an A...4.0 but I never made the cut... as I got my first F....Foolish Acts....Of being born Black... Or Incomplete...As I lay holed in the street...I hate the facts...that I will be a nigga...even tho I know better...But my Ipod teaches me to ***** better... to be a NWA....a ***** with Attitude.... Not a NWP....a Negus With Pride... So I walk in stride... influenced like my ancestors... by music...rhythm and beats... See the devil knows what you'll bop to... rock to... So he muffled the sounds of Love and Peace...and Boosted the way of the streets... hoods.. and Lifeless... So that You would automatically see me as ratchetness... When I could have grew to be the very definition of peace... Now I'm just another problem... and you'll never see me as a victim... only the agitator...because You've listed to the same beats, watched the same feeds and ingested all the fabrications as truths...They have taken it to far making the stereotypes WorldStars And All I ever did was become what you wanted me to be in the first place....A Pale Lifeless outline of white Dust....That you will inhale without justice... #IamBrown
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 4:13 PM UTC
I still can hear the drifting cars
and burnouts in my ears.
feels like it was just yesterday
where red lights lasted years
skies were full of rubber--smoked,
sun was cold and hot
a yesterday from months before
I couldn't have forgot
I feel your hand collapsing mine,
the jokes and many laughs
comradery amongst the rain,
perfume, cologne, race gas
I just had slipped up days before
and told you my heart fell
sun set and woke, so many jokes,
cars ran parallel.
a yesterday I won't forget,
you took my hands in yours
the sun hiding behind the clouds
few raindrops on our pores
while pistons move in cylinders
two cars line up somewhere
crankshafts like jacks in boxes,
and wind blows through our hair
you looked at me like time was lost
while friends sat watching speed
my heart beat faster than the
boosted car that I heard lead
surrounded by our favorite things
a few people that we knew
I saw a smile fill your eyes
when you said "I love you."
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 12:09 PM UTC
There are many people clearly
Who dislike Michael O Leary
And his company Ryanair
Who offer flights abroad, low fare.
I have to say I am a fan,
I have great respect for the man
For how he built the company
And boosted our economy.
When with Ryanair I have flown
Very few problems have I known.
What I pay for is what I get;
The have never let me down yet!
And they are always improving
With passenger numbers proving
Many like to fly Ryanair
Despite all the bad press out there.
Let's give credit where it is due,
To Ryanair and Michael too.
Ryanair is undoubtedly
A great Irish success story.
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 6:37 AM UTC
1 simple set of instructions
4 heavy flatpack boxes
5 square aluminium legs
27 painted pieces of wood
100 ridged wooden dowels
101 white plastic ***** covers
102 blister-causing screws of various sizes.
Assumption that no unter or ober
Equals drunken waves of shelves
Sadly means finished is unfinished
Reworked masterpiece complete at last
Male ego boosted by admiring plaudits
Value enhanced by effort expended
Flatpack frustration in 4 easy pieces.
Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 9:00 AM UTC
Compromises
In the prosecution of celebrities,
And in their sentencing,
We Indians often compromise as we get influenced by their hype,
And for them we harbor many soft-corners.
In the prosecution of high-society crooks,
And in their sentencing,
We Indians frequently compromise as we get influenced by their heights,
And allocate 5-star treatment to murderers..
In the prosecution of petty thieves,
And in their sentencing,
We Indians rarely compromise as we get influenced by their low status,
And quickly pronounce sentences...
In the prosecution of celebrated criminals,
And in their punishments,
We Indians often compromise as we get fascinated by their misdeeds,
And by their outrages....
In the execution of our daily works,
And in their performance,
We Indians seldom compromise as we often get boosted by their difficulty levels,
And put in that extra effort.....
In the protection of our loved ones,
And in their safety,
We Indians never compromise & protect them with all what we have,
And keep them safe......
In our own heartfelt ambitions,
And in their fulfilment,
We Indians nevermore compromise & strive heartily to succeed,
And rise above the world.......
Then why we Indians can't do,
What's regarded right,
In the society & in all the countries in this world,
And progress like never before........
Why we Indians can't stop,
What's regarded wrong,
In the society & immoral in humanity,
And let our land become a paradise again.........
Probably we Indians require a change,
May be you & I could help by bringing it,
In the social, local & national politics,
And see our country become the India of dreams..........
Nov 21, 2012
Nov 21, 2012 at 11:16 PM UTC
A year ago
You felt a way that forebodes what you'd dream to say
Half a year ago
You knew there was a way that would shine your senses on what you really needed
A month ago
You conjured up a dream from what it seemed, but loosely meant nothing
A week ago
Every passing moment in your mind, beginning to consume your everyday being - you must, you must saw it now!
Your crafted thoughts yearning for a gentle touch
A day ago
You built your courage and weakened your pride
Boosted your esteem and loosened your stride
If this was it you'd ask now, but the wind caught them before a single hello passed my lips
A second ago
My deranged delusions were capable of self destruction
It's far to late
My mind is incapable of seeing anyone else
My journal a year ago said ' can't wait to see where this goes '
Beside myself in a muddled despair
I wonder what life would be if I let go of my inner shackles and stood in the bright light
Bound to hear the truth
No more waiting
Wishing, dreaming
You must go - I will be gone for I know now
All I want in life will go
If I don't first attempt to reach - to risk the wounds, handle the scars
Stand in the mines of havoc and wasteland misery
And carry on
I wont be immune to the worst
Remind them, better days will come my dear
May 9, 2016
May 9, 2016 at 1:00 AM UTC
what is this explosive device
that derives all its forces from a fusion reaction
it was way on back in 1945
it ended a war and boosted our pride
a simple little mushroom tattoo scattered over the sky
it will not get you high
you will not fly away
you may not see the world
for you will go and die away
going blind into sight
that ended a reign
a reign of terror not seen since before
before adolf ****** tried to challenge the world
Mutually assured destruction was the policy enacted
for if one person dies
we all shall fall
its a battle of no victor
nor any armistice
it just results in complete annihilation
lets split a little atom
and **** what they say
who needs a treaty
when peace resides at the end of a gun
Jan 18, 2013
Jan 18, 2013 at 11:29 AM UTC
#
*I never said to you,
my love
That you are growing
within so hazardous
and
always
It’s expanding within the sky
but
I have
twisted,
roosted,
boosted
and hosted
by
You
As Always -
#
@Musfiq us shaleheen*
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 11:33 PM UTC
A Rich man laid trapped in an evil desert obis.
Meanwhile a bounty hunter searched for a disabled elder a miss.
He heard the screams desperate deep and blurted.
He ignored his senses, weighting risk like none had heard it.
His body walked on but his nose smelt loot.
He risked his life and clawed him out honey to scoop.
Boosted on shoulders the triumph tasted lick on sweet!
A statue I will make in your honor for your courageous feet!
“No need I’m just happy your safe no need for honor!”
But deep in the invisible dark silence he brood for his daughter.
Then a stench of half eaten carcass ransomed the moment gross and misplaced.
Staring in disgust they agreed “What a pitiful disgrace!
The day before walked the elder man whom was blind and mute.
He heard a cry from the soil and searched in earnest for the root
He clapped his hands and stomped his feet
Risking his very life in blind eyes deceit
Grabbing at the wind, tired broken in vain.
The rich man heard his noisy attempts and cursed his name.
That didn't stop the blind and mute man from trying.
Instead a jagged stone gashed open his leg leaving him bleeding and dying.
The grains of the dessert soaked the earth and cried for his rest.
As the coyotes fought over his wounded flesh....
The rich man claimed “my life I swear will be in your place!!”
With his last bit of life the old man wished the man in the pit would be safe................................
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 11:07 PM UTC
we were tired of the unknown,
tired of the mocking
deep blue, so we
peeled back the ocean
like an old band-aid on scarred skin,
just to see what sat beneath.
and we were
satisfied, our egos boosted,
because it was our ruins
cast across the ocean floor,
it was our waste
that the band-aid
was hiding.
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 9:34 AM UTC
To the moon, Alice,
to one of the many moons…
Forget the rabbit hole for once
let’s go in a different direction,
to lands beyond imagination
Take my hand, Alice,
hold on to mine, and never let go…
Trust me as we leave reality
we’ll take that next turn to the right,
and race towards sunlight
Toss caution to the wind, Alice,
live carefree like a child would…
Cut off those ropes and hooks that bind you
don’t be scared of your own shadow,
rather, dance with it like there’s no tomorrow
Tap into laughter again, Alice,
so that fairies can frolic to its melodies…
Remember how good it feels
Cheshire cat grins—those come and go,
but laughter lives in hearts you know
Think not of time, Alice,
escape with me where dreams are born…
Step off that cliff towards uncertainty
just fly away, boosted by happiness,
embracing adventure and silliness
To the moon, Alice,
across and over it, to the land of Never
You’ve been to the land of Wonder
and learned to grow up, but I have to say,
sometimes going back to the start shows the right way…
September 25, 2010
Mar 8, 2011
Mar 8, 2011 at 4:45 AM UTC
He sits before the tv.
With its black and white images.
He watches in shock and awe.
What seems to be the greatest thing in the world.
Cars disappear.
Tigers appear.
A woman sawed in half.
Magical reappears.
"Such great feats." He mumbles.
"Such great talent"
Then an idea hits him.
He now knows what to do!
"Yes yes, an illusionist I must be!" He cries with excitement.
Down at the magician shop
He finds the beginners box...
Shuffle
Practice Practice Practice
Its all he has done.
Its time for him to show his skills.
A nearby restaurant has hired him.
So he can show his talent,
To belly swollen customers.
A card flips to the top of the deck,
Not even a clap nor a smile.
A coin bends before them,
Not even wonder filled their eyes.
With his spirit broken,
He tried to perform his last act.
The illusion fails.
The crowd boos and shouts.
"You will never be good."
"Get out, get out".
Shuffle
The bright lights.
Nearly blinding him.
People parade before him,
As never before.
Vegas
An Illusionist dream.
He has finally reach his pinnacle.
Practice Practice Practice
It surely has been the trick.
The crowd wondering what great acts he will perform.
"I'll perform the greatest trick every to be done." He boosted before them.
"This is all just a dream."
"You'll wake up at home."
"1...2...3...awake!"
Re-Shuffle
The little boy's eyes open from sleep.
"Practice Practice Practice." He proclaimed to himself.
That will be key, he thinks.
"Yes yes, an illusionist I must be!"
Final Shuffle
"Just follow your dreams and you will see."
"Just look at me, I'm in vegas."
He winks
Deal
Royal flush
Nov 5, 2010
Nov 5, 2010 at 6:46 AM UTC
In the beginning when Adam met Eve beneath the canopy of paradise
they agreed on most things.
They basked in the perfection of all that surround, laughing at each other's jokes.
One day Adam carved a gift for Eve.
Tirelessly wildling the branch of an oak tree.
"Tools", he boosted as she stroked the small utensils.
"I'll call them forks," said Eve happily setting the table.
What came next sparked an age old debate, as Eve grasped her fork in the left hand, Adam in his right.
"What are you doing?" he vexed, scratching his head.
"That hand is incorrect!"
"Tis not my sweet, it is the hand I use to eat, I am in my right mind my dear, you are the uncultured one here!"
And so it began, as they reproduced.
Cain was right handed as was Seth, but poor Able was born with his mother's fondness for left.
Jun 22, 2019
Jun 22, 2019 at 2:34 PM UTC
ok, we believe in so many things
that can always be true
i have been so many people
but, brian allan is the present oh yeah
but i remember when i get the story out
i can write so much out of me
i can say that saturn has life, ya know
even if NASA hasn’t found it yet
the reason is, it’s invisible to them
cause murdered children are blocking then path
and each of the children’s earth bodies
are suffering in more ways than one
ya see, me, i prefer to rid the itch
as well as rid my toothless old hag
and slowly get rid of my varicose veins
ya know, i am fucken tired right now
but you guys need to see
i am in the psych ward on earth ya see
i ain’t enjoying it, despite writing so many things
but i want to change the name one day to the buddhist place for mental health breakdowns
where people can go when they are sick of life
it’s a sure way to get rid of the traumas of heaven
yeah, it keeps me alive ya see
i can drink methane milk shakes
every day and night
and i don’t want to fight
cause that takes my reputation away from me
i remember when those young dudes said
hey, man, your the the love shack dude
i wanted this to go on forever, but it became a distant voice
enough is enough, i want it to stop
i was glad they were my friends but i don’t want their pity
but being called the love shack dude
boosted my mojo, oh yeah mate yeah
i felt so cool, but enough is enough
i actually felt like a cool young dude
enough is enough i am not a shy young dude no more
ya see, there is no POWER in being a young dude, no
if the parents leave you money in their will
you should look at their money as their last gift to you
and not for them to be a target for a bullet from a gun
to get her inheritance, no way hoi zei
no, the love shack dude doesn’t do that
no no never, never never no way
but we shouldn’t force the inheritance out of them
enough is enough, no inheritance fraud for me
no i am the love shack dude, forever and ever a people
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 9:21 PM UTC
Stolen by the rigor of minute
Cold and frozen soul
Never been so complacent and whole
Gust of the wind does whisper
Shaking this dormant emotion
Sleeping in such memory of tribulation
Like painstaking stitches
My frail hands bled to fasten
Instantly unraveling every now and then
A drizzle of photographs
Composing echoes of the thunder
Prodding what I can only remember
Sternly lashing my placid sanity
Boosted with awakened pain
In lieu of this incessant rain
Confined in the lingering loneliness
The stillness of a harbored trauma
Breaking my feigned amnesia
Of the heart unrequited in time
Lost its hope through exchanging seasons
Served with no fair reasons.
Of the person I glorified in me
Bringing the stars that shone my halo
Now gone and paid a woe
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 7:57 AM UTC
virtual ink etched on vitual paper.. synapse rebounds taken down, on tablet... applet releasing the
imagin- ed pressure in my incohezant brain. little bytes of... making it right sent into.. the webby ether clouds....... zip drive compressed, pixelated, ram driven,memory boosted, data mined, spam shot,
drive by.... now encrypted ... password denied... .....virtual ink lost to the .....link ... .......... 404 error ...... page not found... virtual paper, now, lost forever.
destined to be in
www. miscellaneous file/ never to see the light of day. not org. nowheres
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 7:08 PM UTC
It's about loving what you do for being who you are, tooting your own horn to celebrate yourself as you tumble out of your blog right on your Facebook. It's all about the you in you showcasing your own self to show what you got and prove why you're the star. The next big thing in social media: it's so over now. The new platform was old hat before you even upped the stats while tipping your hat to the old social platforms. Why? Content. It's all about posting original content so you can get caught in your social media network, haul yourself to shore, and fillet yourself on Twitter. It's about drinking outside of the box, parked, with a beer on your dashboard. Upping the stat-check until the chat stacks its own status update without you. It's about getting the apps BEFORE they are released so you get in on the ground floor as they leap from the burning upper levels. It's about following yourself until they know that you know that the blind are leading the ditch-diggers to water. Work smart, fish smart, let the net do the work as you socially engage the fish community on social media.
-- Facebook boosted ads is where it’s at in posted social advertising.
-- Instagram is a serious branding tool for brands of any kind, especially for ranch-hands of free-range cattle, cowboys and indian tech gurus.
-- Boosted posts do well if you want posts to boost more frequently than existing fans or their friends.
--You know your In-platform ad tracking analytics are top-notch when your train leaves without you from Big Six platform.
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 5:38 PM UTC
In the summer we stayed at a glance,
A passing glance was all that had a splinter
to succeed in it’s ability to have a chance,
In the summer I often turned back in the winter
Dreaming of someone to rid me of my saddened dance,
You were but a man in a world I wasn’t yet delivered.
Summer faded to fall and the world fell on it’s side,
I felt things from an inner light working deep within,
Laying beneath the feathers of your wings saved what was inside
Of me and the demons that lay beneath my skin,
Disappeared to far off dimensions which boosted your pride.
Fall brought sweet kisses and letters dotted hearts for eyes,
Discovering the world which brought my mind to infinity,
I let you come inside my home, my heart, my skin, my soul, to my demise.
I gave in to the heaven’s and believed in the human divinity,
A love to keep me sheltered from the red and blackened skies,
As long as I could creep back under the shell of your vicinity.
Music and waves of laughter spread across the days we spent,
As fall turned to winter the covers and you kept me warm,
Through the winter the world began to fade, our love did dent.
Through the days and through the nights, a blooming flame scorn.
As the spring began to bring the rain, off the man of God went.
As she wept underneath the rocks of the buildings with her heart torn.
The darkness that she fears rests solely in the hands she holds,
Her own hands she takes not for granted for they have kept her sane.
Praying down on her knees that there will be a path to soon unfold,
Until then there is pain and pain and pain.
Winter took with it the echoes of the memories which now go untold,
Here comes the rain.
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 11:23 PM UTC