"boosts" poems
Love trusts, lust twists
Love rains, lust drains
Love reaches, lust catches
Love couples, lust combines
Love retains, lust detains
Love relies, lust relays
Love cares, lust caresses
Love binds, lust blinds
Love floats, lust flees
Love belongs, lust longs
Love ascends, lust descends
Love fames, lust defames
Love creates, lust recreates
Love commands, lust demands
Love chooses, lust chases
Love boosts, lust boasts
Love at heart
Lust in mind
Love in lust is good
Lust in love is better
Love likes privacy
Lust looks for piracy
Love opens lust
Lust closes love
Love is slow, lust is fast
Love is steady and stable
Lust is mobile and fragile
Love is reliable, lust is liable
Love is long, lust is short
Love is homogeneous
Lust is heterogeneous
Love is defensive
Lust is offensive
Love is precious
Lust is pernicious
Love is supportive
Lust is supplementary
Love is refined
Lust is defined
Love betters life
Lust batters it.
Love has character
Lust has conduct
Love wins over
Lust weans out
Love combines
Lust divides
Love is cool
Lust is crazy
Love is peaceful
Lust is pleasant
Love is wholesome
Lust is piecemeal
Lust comes first
Love becomes best
Love is progressive
Lust is aggressive
Lust laminates
Love illuminates
Love is slow n steady
Lust is hasty n nasty
Love is dense, lust is tense
Lust is conditioned,
Love is air-conditioned
Lust is lovely to begin with
Love is lustrous to end up
Love heals, lust wounds
Love owns, lust disowns
Love is onus, lust is onerous
Love is basic, lust is allowance
Love conforms, lust confuses
Love binds, lust blinds
Be aware of love
Beware of lust
That comes like
wolf in sheep’s clothing
Let the fair blend
of love and lust
rule the roost
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 5:15 AM UTC
I dive left before heading right, more times than I care to admit,
Each time I turn right and am not confronted, it feels like rejection,
A small death of little consequence for the life that could have been
So sweet, so superficial, a mini life grew- as I read your bio,
To be dashed in another instant of silence,
I have a tendency to rush into things without much guidance.
Your voice is sweet and smooth- to read,
Imagine a personality that fits- perfectly in the palm of my hand,
Conveyed in small white messages, poked through smaller holes,
Each one I read makes me feel a little brighter inside,
But each little light catches fire and dies, I must confide
That each one I read makes me feel alive.
But only for the moment, so I conduct another,
Small parcel containing another little piece of my soul,
“If you can feel your soul slowly, slipping away, that means that you still have one”
That is a phrase that will lead you to defeat before you have begun,
It leads to me giving away much less than I can afford,
These ‘one for one’ serotonin boosts are leaving me bored…
So maybe we could meet, go get something to eat,
I am sure that I won’t be bored by your topic of conversation,
Or at least I will try and make it look that way,
Because the cold reality is that we have nothing in common,
Except for a lack of self-esteem and an overestimation of our-
Social skills, next to non-existent,
I am perpetually distant!
I am sure that you were terrifically disappointed with last night
Because your messages are written on withered pieces of paper,
A full stop is the most definite thing that there is,
Subtle undertones have a pulse and it beats,
Black blood to and from a dying heart,
I should have known that you were poison, right from the start.
Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 8:22 AM UTC
Love trusts, lust twists
Love reins, lust rains
Love reaches, lust catches
Love couples, lust combines
Love retains, lust detains
Love relies, lust relays
Love cares, lust caresses
Love binds, lust blinds
Love floats, lust flees
Love belongs, lust longs
Love ascends, lust descends
Love fames, lust defames
Love creates, lust recreates
Love commands, lust demands
Love chooses, lust chases
Love boosts, lust boasts
Be aware of love
Beware of lust
That comes like
wolf in sheep’s clothing
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 10:12 AM UTC
I hope that someday you realize your good enough.
That you’ll finally find a person to love you unconditionally,
To make all the others disappear and be gone into nothingness.
That he’ll be the one to comfort you and buy you pizza and a smoothie on the bad days.
That he’ll care when your upset and be there for you when your down.
To stick by your side through the bad times so the good times are a breeze.
i hope that someday you realize your worth.
That all this time you were better than the person you made yourself out to be.
That you realize you deserve the constant attention and midnight laughs.
You deserve to finally believe him when he tells you, you’re beautiful because they rest never cared to prove it to you.
I hope that someday you feel loved.
And that you stop pasting a smile on your face and calling what you have love
That you don't have to lie to people when you argue that he cares about you.
That you feel loved by someone you can see yourself spending the rest of your life with.
I hope that you find a man one day that will look at you with glaring eyes.
Hopelessly, insanely in love with you enough where he cant take his eyes off you.
That he shows you off and flaunts you around because he feels so lucky.
I wish for you a gushey gewy disgusting love that people roll their eyes over.
I hope you finally love yourself enough to allow him to love you
That he only boosts your confidence.
That he makes you feel like the absolute best version of you.
I hope he motivates you to get things done
that he is the best thing for you.
I hope you can let him in
Allow him to love you.
So you can witness all the beautiful in love.
Aug 26, 2017
Aug 26, 2017 at 12:49 AM UTC
Another Autobiographical Anomaly✍️
My memory, how is it working?
Reconstructing what I will,
But no matter how I will it,
Using tricks or keeping still,
It goes downhill while lurking.
Mostly, I can’t get the date
Or the event - details I railed at,
Smiled or wailed at.
Where I laid the pen just used;
That is NOT amusing.
Histamine.
I read that histamine boosts memory.
Priority.
What do I prioritise with ear, nose, eye?
My husband tells a story
But his story and the history keep changing.
Joke?
Sheer smoke based on illusion in the first place?
He’s an honest man.
Why change the plan or plane?
How to help boost our brain!
Enigma
And for some a stigma.
Diet, food:
The marvel is the wondrous good
It does in spite
Of all the things we don’t do right.
We’re losing neurons constantly
From ages six- or seventy.
Exercise:
Training. Learning.. Instrument.
Being bent on something! Anything!
For just about all/everything is heaven sent.
That’s what I read
And what I think,
And where my intuition and my instinct lead.
Anyway, this poem is just another way to do it.
Renewing bits with any course available,
And one in which a syllable will stick.
The main thing is to get a kick
Out of the rhythmic lyric of our life.
Yes?
Another Autobiographical Anomaly 2.11.2019 Pure Nakedness II; Arlene Nover Corwin
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 3:04 PM UTC
They say, if you know how to do the wrong things the right way,
Dare...
They say if you want to enter a dark cave you've never been to before,
And that you believe within yourself you could come out alive,
Dare...
They say if you can take pleasure living with illusion
Then Dare to forget reality for a while
That if you know how to wake up before you fully get hypnotized..
Dare...
Enjoy while the moment lasts...
They say if you love the thrills and adventure,
Play with your life and skydive ten thousand feet without pulling your parachute
Or play around, you can cheat death..
Dare...
For life is about taking risks, living by the edge
And last minute change-gear boosts the adrenaline,
You Only Live Once, they all say...
But should I dare just because it worked for them?
Should I choose the obscure over what's clearly seen ahead of me?
Should I be scared of their taunts, their laughs over my weakness?
Just because I refuse to join them at the danger zone?
Risks to some is an advantage, an opportunity
They dare with life, i surely admire the guts!
But for me, it's a big dispute, I think I'll pass...
For whether I'd want to try or taste the dope,
Behind there's a bigger matter that is involved...
**And that's something no dare is worth the risk... **
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 8:39 AM UTC
Honesty is a naked truth standing
in the middle of a clear desert
on a pale moon night
with skin the color of temperature,
eyes the depth of oceans,
a glass of whisky in one hand
and an invitation to forgiveness in the other.
Let's be honest.
I'm your Get Well card.
I musta got lost in the mail but I'm here now.
Follow my instructions.
Now it's your turn-
be my acceptance letter.
Be my eleventh birthday wish.
Be my lifetime supply of ego boosts.
Be my church bell, be my armor,
be my ****
I've got a few decades left
and I was kinda lookin' for somebody to spend 'em with.
Let's burn calendars like the universe burns stars.
Without reason.
You'll find a lot objects in this galaxy get struck by meteors.
Lucky for you, all my ugly's on the surface.
Get past that
and you're good.
The whisky is for celebration.
The invitation is BYOB.
Apr 8, 2012
Apr 8, 2012 at 1:01 AM UTC
How ironic to not seek the tools yet drool on them
To see the instruments and break down like a phlegm
How naïve of us to use the gym as an excuse
To prolong it, as if it were drug use
Some call it dopamine others call it clarity
Most see an opening to showcase their barbarity
Called less of a man to those "better off"
Called less of a woman to those showing pictures with their sweater off
Lust driving companies to show children compromised
We see these plaything while revenue boosts the enterprise
Anime, video games, novels and Tv
Nothing seems too extreme for these mediums
Beheading, shredding, **** and made "Dream-like"
Topics have been explored beyond their tedium
**** is accessible and Ai makes your dream man
Merge yourself with your idol beyond the imagination of a regular Stan
Be praised for wearing Japanese *********** and condoning said behavior
Treat somebodies feet pics like your very own savior
The beast wins not with wit, but with a pattern
To catch us in the act frozen still like Saturn
Internet connections show us the milky way
And your hands remain adamant, your mind filthy
The beasts doesn't care of November, nor valentines or about your crush
It waits to clamp you, and turn you into dust
Too ashamed to seek humanity, too far gone to find morality
Repeated until insanity, Your mouth blurting profanities
And yet we blame the beast when our relationships end or we cant break a ***** habit
Then try to pray to catch up to the Sabbath
Why Lie to the beast and to ourselves?
To those who use their hands or run to cheap hotels
Is *********** more worthwhile than redemption?
The beast is with me as I type this, judging my every move
It laughs, uses slurs and denying my attempts to improve
It lives in you, no matter how content you are with your sexuality
And does its all to destroy your Mentality
Nov 13, 2023
Nov 13, 2023 at 8:41 AM UTC
" Don't listen to pop punk,
Don't listen to rock,
Those are the words of the devil,
Those aren't words you should be saying",
The mother lectures.
If only she knew,
The way Sleeping With Sirense churned my emotions,
The way Roger Rabbit gave me confidence,
The way Who Are You Now gave me perspective,
The way With Eyes To See and Ears To Hear made me feel okay.
The way Pierce The Veil messed with my thoughts,
The way Hell Above filled me with anger,
The way Million Dollar Houses filled me with hope,
The way King For A Day boosts my energy.
The way All Time Low brought forth my happiness,
The way A Love Like War made me feel so alive,
The way I Feel Like Dancin' made me feel like dancing,
The way Therapy, gave me therapy.
The way My Chemical Romace inspired me,
The way Welcome To The Black Parade gave me faith,
The way I Don't Love You ignited strength within me,
The way Teenagers made me feel normal.
The way You Me At Six enlightened me with joy,
The way Stay With Me made me feel whole,
The way Lived A Lie made me want to punch a wall,
The way Crash made me feel like crashing.
The way Mayday Parade poked daggers through my soul,
The way Miserable At Best lifted up my sunken ship,
The way Terrible Things made me feel like I was going to recover,
The way Stay made me want to stay.
The way Linkin Park generated electricity in my veins,
The way Numb made me feel numb,
The way Castle of Glass built me up all over again,
The way Breaking the Habit gave me the resilience to get up and fight.
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 1:00 AM UTC
Boy, what a cutie! Gosh, such beauty!
With tap-dancing skills as well
A real tough gal, but she boosts folk's morale
That beautiful Joan Blondell
Aug 1, 2012
Aug 1, 2012 at 2:26 AM UTC
I feel so high when I'm with you.
Happier than a fien with his fix.
Feeling like I took my first hit.
An everlasting high you give me.
Nothing can bring me down.
No gravity I'll never come down.
Your voice boosts me like a
Black n Mild Way past cloud 9 I lost count.
They all look alike yet feel different.
When I saw you I felt different.
Not lust but love that's different.
Our thoughts are similar.
Your body is never unfamiliar.
My kiss brings you close,
And my touch makes you moan.
My body makes you hot,
But my love keeps you warm.
Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 5:06 PM UTC
Slowly drifting together
like two super-continents
Your smile is amazing
Really boosts up my confidence
Eyes like the sea
they are bringin out the child in me
Just mutual gestures keep things running
Simple as can be
Feeling like a monkey
Big dreams big plans
Sadly, no money
Luckily love is free
Just a bowie and a taurus
Simple as can be
Simple as fear
Wish i could be more clear
about the thoughts inside my cranium
You are my necessary light
Like im the lizard in a terranium
You are mine,
I am yours
I hope you would agree
Just hopeless love,
Simple as can be
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 4:19 PM UTC
This antique mirror boosts no confidence. Concave
reveals its magic tricks with an incurvate
red surface. Some human hair
blending braids are there to fancify your boxers, your removable
metallic silver suspenders underwear and
her red bra underwire slips. It is a new style.
I feel anguish, when I touch the pull locks. Her picture
of the antique statue is hidden between all those things. She
enters the mirror to kiss you every time you look at it. Like jelly candies
are her lipsticks on that silver, but
they have different taste. For me,
they look like isoquants, or indifference curves. I want
to leave you. What do you think?
The water that drips from the mirror, when I wash it, is like crimsonblood. Scary
optical illusions split the reality into two variants through my woe,
and create a much looser and less direct relationship
between us than ever. You live for
your comfort and versatility. You cannot change it.
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 9:32 AM UTC
Apple cider vinegar boosts your metabolism and reduces hunger
I didn’t realize I had an appetite anymore
The feeling of food makes you sick when you can only imagine it coming back up
Spilling word ***** onto nice freshly cleaned carpets
Teeth stained, hospital gowns
I Need some mouthwash
If nobody knows about the problem that means it doesn’t exist right?
If no one can see your face, hallowed then you don’t take up space right?
Wrong, “you’re too fat, you’re too fat” You scream into the mirror
Haunching over the toilet, trying, crying to stand back up but no words come out and your legs won’t move for help
My illness is hard not to hate somedays when your throat is sore from five times of binging and purging today
Six rounds each
Maybe more if you can stomach it
Your nose will smell it and you’ll gag up more
Your mind is the worst weapon you can use against yourself
Counting every calorie as a new way to punish yourself for existing
You’re so afraid of taking up space that you will resort to slicing your belly in half in order to achieve inner peace
Baby, it doesn’t work that way
Listen I know that somedays you look to see your pretty skinny friends
And you feel bad about your body and how one of your thighs could barely fit through the head of her skintight t-shirt
But I have been there, I have seen **** you couldn’t even imagine
Girls who want to become bulimic or anorexic, get ready for your teeth to wear down and chip from the acid from below your belly
Rumbling with the force of regret, the food you just ate but didn't want the weight
Get ready for the hole in your throat right next to your tongue down your esophagus
That burned its way coming up as it did down
Get ready to see your mom or your dad walk in to see you on your knees praying to the gods above as below anything over the throne,
Get ready for the disappointment, the extra eyes, get ready for the tears the fears
Why can’t you just eat? The rehab, The relapse
Get ready for hating your body, lack of control
The spiral
Get ready because ana and mia don’t give a **** if you were happy before
Because they just want to be skinny
Aug 20, 2020
Aug 20, 2020 at 10:43 PM UTC
Feelings of divine love and endless bonding makes the lover enjoy the life
When darkness envelopes
my destiny
and all doors of hopes seem closed
still I feel some courage to breathe
because only you can give me that feeling
when all of a sudden
I find myself alone in this world
and accompanied by loneliness only
then I feel someone around me
that shows me
the meaning of being lonely
because only you can give me that feeling
when my heart is broken
and I feel that no one else like you
offer encouragement to my broken heart
then my heart starts beating for you
because only you can give me that feeling
when I stumble and fall on the ground
I feel that you appear as a savior
you lift me up, hug and kiss
and inspire me to look at the twinkling stars
that are shining for me only
because only you can give me that feeling
when life hits me hard
I feel that your sweet smile
becomes paradise for me
and help me overcome fear of failure
showing the path of success
because only you can give me that feeling
when I become a hopeless wanderer
in search of incredible adventures
I feel some invisible touch on my back
that boosts up my energy
to continue my journey
because only you can give me that feeling
now I feel that
when life gives you lemons
make lemonade
I feel that you only fail
when you stop trying
nothing great is ever achieved
nothing ventured nothing gained
without your enthusiasm
because only you can give me that feeling
(By Kishan Negi)
Dec 25, 2016
Dec 25, 2016 at 3:38 AM UTC
It’s a daughter’s prison
A school run by the rainbow nun
Without recess
Without recess
Inhaling acetone
From toes of pearls I’ve come undone
Without that high
Without that high
Be gentle to the stranger
For he too fights a battle
Someone said that
Someone said that
Existing to amuse them
They hand you exit signs
Muddled masses
Muddled masses
Here’s a ******* and a pen
And breathing holes
So take advantage
Take advantage
The stale egg floats and it
Boosts her confidence
What a plan
What a plan
Sep 5, 2012
Sep 5, 2012 at 12:28 AM UTC
the military industrial complex
likes to make a buck
the production of bombs
boosts its bottom line's luck
the piles of cash go into
a brimming till
as the munitions take aim
and strike to ****
armaments yield a profitable
return at the exchange
while the bodies mount up
on a foreign range
the hawkish men in power are
itching to start a skirmish
so their pals in business can
positively flourish
Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 9:03 AM UTC
052122
We are called God’s masterpiece –
We are His art in progress.
Each was an abstract of their kind
And only the Artist knows how to interpret it;
Only He knows what we are made of and made for.
When others see the beauty in us,
The credit is not ours but to our Artist.
He made us and He finds beauty in us.
Art is an expression
And God expressed Himself through us.
What kind of Artist is He?
Who made us out of His image.
How selfless is He?
And how loving is He?
No one can even take a glimpse
Of His mindful plans for us.
And so we are meant to create something new,
Something that our soul is passionate about,
Something that boosts our confidence in the Lord,
Something that brings us to the fulfillment of His purpose for us.
To express ourselves in various forms of art —
The art of love, forgiveness, redemption, salvation, and so on.
We indeed are God’s art
And as we continue to align ourselves with Him
That picture becomes clearer each day.
Nov 22, 2022
Nov 22, 2022 at 10:21 PM UTC
My skin is eight different kinds of dry
my fingers shorting like circuits
my mind ventured near permafried
but boosts of serotonin were worth it
My hands didn't get enough
of the good time beneath those layers
They were timid and shaky, too coy
for your self-assured bares
I can't paint the picture of you and I
the canvas is blank until colors collide
wide strokes of red to signify the
passion bleeding from my insides
I'm on the edge of my seat
precariously perched
anxiously gripping the edge
of your tousled and wrinkled shirt
I've waited for you to catch on
but oblivion runs deep, my dear
I'll speak my mind, loud and clear
It is you I want; I want you here
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 4:57 AM UTC
At the risk of egotistically bragging
I love when my poems start trending.
I love knowing when I post a rhyme
That it’s not simply a sort of ending.
It tickles me to see that this one
Will still be in the universe out there
And won’t just be words that slip away;
The world at large isn’t unaware.
I love that so may people like the words
And so often react with love and sharing
Whether my poem is funny, or even sad
And perhaps sometimes extremely daring.
Sometimes it’s because I have written
What has long needed to be said,
And often because I did not leave
Ideas in my path as if they were dead.
Other times, I just take a chance
In the fervent hope I am conveying
Something brand new and exciting;
Something that really needed saying.
It reinvigorates me to keep on writing
And authorizes what I am feeling.
It boosts up my self-esteem so much
That it sends me senses reeling.
So thank you, my readership all,
And take this sentence seriously,
I read every comment through.
Sometimes I laugh deliriously.
This kind of acceptance from you
Affects me more strongly than a drug.
Please take my heartfelt thanks
And a great big literary hug.
Nov 25, 2016
Nov 25, 2016 at 5:33 AM UTC
I became so scared of hurting you
that I stopped
wanting to touch you,
and now
I just wait for other things to do it for me. A
sapling has reached puberty
greening its leaves
while an old oak dies, limbs
creating air
around your face
almost like wind but more like breath:
it
is syrupy
stuck to your chest hair. I do not
need anything more than the knowledge of
how my cotton slip
would pull
against you, or how your skin
reacts when it is
about to rain – how the clouds react
for you.
Without me
you can feel how promises begin
to feel like sea foam
and
why
when you wake up
in my bed every morning, it is because
I whispered
an apology too loudly
and little vibrations touched
something
in your ear. I am sorry for that, too –
sorry for the times we
forgot to take our glasses off
before
you were on top of me
sorry that it takes less than a month for a
habit to form
but years to break them
which is why
I still
want
to touch you
before someone else can show you
how walking barefoot
boosts your immunity system.
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 3:33 PM UTC
Roaming this empty street
I'm one with the darkness around me,
I don't feel scared,
it boosts my confidence, I'm self aware.
My combat boots won't give in
through all storms they'll resist,
the trees dance with the breeze,
the streetlights shine and fade.
Your silhouette walks by my side
a hurtful scar of the past
a ghost I won't exorcize,
you became a part of myself.
Jun 3, 2021
Jun 3, 2021 at 12:08 AM UTC
Darkness is replaced by light. Like a cup of water it's poured out of the soul and filled with goodness that the boy tries to take in. He knows the darkness can take hold easily so he closes the door says babe I can't open it you aren't good for me. The darkness isn't a girl it isn't a person it's him it's who he is or was or is or was or isn't at all and never was. The boy grows tired, mind going faster than an old Windows computer which if you don't know isn't really fast at all. Speed-dial static manifests in his mind he craves a cigarette he's never smoked or some **** he cannot **** He won't dip his fingers into greed so instead he'll dip his fingers into **** or friends who smoke **** or just friends who he knows aren't good for him. One's who call him fat *** even though they probably don't know that he'd spent approximately two years starving himself so the one time he indulges they decide to say that. To call him fat and put him down why is it that he chooses the things that aren't good for him? Every. Single. Time.
The computer finally boosts up faster, words spill out faster than the darkness coming out of him so finally he has something to write about. His angst turned bitter spills out, his anger spills out, his sadness spills out there's just a various amounts of spilling from his body like an **** in Japan he's soaked in juices...of emotion.
(I can't think of anything else so end).
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 8:20 AM UTC
_—For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God, and all are justified freely by his grace through the redemption that came by Christ Jesus._
__Romans 3:23-24 NIV__
I'm in a knot of those lies
A rope around my neck,
A couple soul ties,
But tell me Lord if I never once tried
I've got ash in my throat, and dust in my voice
As the dirtiest talk could never cleanse my soul
I'm a cannon for words; shooting out what I think,
Not so boastful as most, but it boosts my ego if nobody knows
I'm a shadow's bone, as my flesh is a cage
And doing what feels so right in a moment, leaves me with shame
I'm a closet of pain,
Wearing the secrets of my skeletons
A teary eye of yesterday's happenings;
Tormenting me in the day's emptiness
_...I am a sinner_
And this could be more than a verse,
Equal as it is to being a sinner's prayer
Still in those regards,
Which imperfect human doesn't need a saviour?
Feb 26, 2023
Feb 26, 2023 at 12:22 PM UTC
*
Sometimes, seeing you, I feel much affectionate;
Other times, while you are away, a longing to hate;
Holding a dual personality, chained in passionate;
High ambitions, deep emotions; all left to saturate.
I lie, nestled into the warmth of your tender *******
an extravagant landscape of soft elegance boosts;
Eyes are firmly closed as you glance deep within;
My body will get through you, taking you solely in;
a new eye-opener of your intense inner pleasure;
exposing all bountiful ample glimpse of treasure;
Impressed, nurtured together in such a hungry embrace;
intertwined, both move as one, synchronizing to a grace!
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
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www.williamsji.com
www.williamsmaveli.com
www.williamsgeorge.com
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 12:08 AM UTC