"brainiacs" poems
Nerds, Geeks, Fanboys or Girls
We are more than your Sheldon
We love our worlds
Our passion is more than T-Shirt Deep.
You've seen Spider-Man?
Good for you!
I can tell you in which issue Gwen Stacey dies
I can spoil 4 future seasons of Game of Thrones
and no I didn't need a ****** show;
Walking Dead.......whatever
been doing that since 2001
Our entertainment is far from the television or movie
You buy your toy or your ticket
but don't think you know us.
We created these worlds
they are by us and for us
We are not just maladjusted brainiacs
we feel deeper and want more
You watch; we experience
We fly through the sky
on the backs of dragons
We know the regenerations of The Doctor
We don't just relate To fiction, but THROUGH fiction.
We know the Allomantic properties of pewter
You don't.....?
Wait a year, you will...
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 8:31 AM UTC
a million ears listening
no one hears a thing
basest news a big surprise
ignominy is crowned king
a squander of treasure
best minds laid to waste
price of fear forever accrues
funds the purpose of the place
eyes of a diligent nation
brains filled with briny mush
ears clogged and waxen
expertise in smelling ****
central intel brainiacs
the heft of heavy dudes
a sordid nest of vipers
collecting despots dues
Music selection:
Radiohead,
Artificial Intelligence
Oakland
2/14/11
jbm
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 7:34 PM UTC
Some want to be remembered
for their touchdown record.
Some want to be remembered
for their body count.
Some want to be remembered
for their brilliance.
But I want to be remembered
for my kindness.
I will admit, I look back and remember the boy who always scored the touchdowns that always made our student section roar and fill with happiness.
I will admit, I look back and remember the girls who told funny, yet repulsive stories about their adventures of sleeping with random guys.
I will admit, I look back and remember the brainiacs and how they could make something as minuscule as a piece of gum a deep conversation starter.
But I will also admit, that looking back they have no significance to me.
Looking back, I remember the people who were kind above all else, I think of those people more frequently and hope they are doing well.
I remember those people and admire them for staying positive in a world so hopeless and full of hate and negativity.
I remember those people and feel a little less alone and know that they would be there if I called.
I wonder if those people are out in the world right now, spreading even more positivity and making others feel a little less insignificant.
I aspire to be remembered by kindness.
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 1:33 AM UTC
Maybe all the insane asylums are filled with Jesus's
and
Maybe all the churches are filled with maniacs.
and
Maybe all the schools are filled with dead beats
and
Maybe all the streets are filled with brainiacs.
and
Maybe businessmen are not in business chairs
But hospitals instead.
and
Maybe doctors aren't lab rats in coats
But witches beneath jungles.
and
Maybe all teachings aren't in books
But in trees again.
and
Maybe all leaders are not statues
But fell off the square edged earth.
and
Maybe politics is just what it seems
Whore-ish drunkards and rigged card games.
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 7:46 AM UTC
I wish I had never left the third grade
to go to a new school
because that's when I lost my friends for good.
I wish I hadn't left the eighth grade
to become a freshman
at a ******* school for brainiacs.
I wish I had just gone to the party
to do drugs and feel numb
become an unfeeling pawn in life.
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 8:05 PM UTC
*They said we blended together.
Races, genders, sexuality, social standings,
all blended together only leaving silent individuality.
We all know its lies though.
The jocks never acknowledge the brainiacs,
the young boys mock the girls in gym class,
different races segregate themselves away from others.
We are blind towards the real definition of 'equals'.
You keep saying we're the same,
please stop lying to us.*
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 2:31 PM UTC
You make hearts feel not well
Tortuous glances send men to Hell
You're the muse of so many poems
Why don't you let us men alone!
Come on girl, please pick up the phone!
We men should ban together
Flee from all of this bad weather
You turned us into insomniacs
We still love you, we're not brainiacs
Though, when you kissed our friend, we had heart attacks
Baby, forget these guys, please take ME back
I started this poem angry at you
Wanting to hurt your heart too
But you know I will always love you baby
Don't say yes, I'll be happy with maybe
Forget other guys, they're all crazy
They are mean, stupid, and lazy
Was angry at first, now things are hazy
You know I still love you baby
What? I'm a man. I'm weak! It's okay, just love me.
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 9:46 PM UTC
i consume the continuous days without nighttime
and greater shadows afflict mine. towards the edge
a body without mass they had no power
to gravitate towards the ground. In my throat
there's a soundless scream and an abyss of burials
no one attended. and in case the mindless tongues,
the senseless sensates, and the human brainiacs, cared
the sky would be my dance floor, and the atmosphere would still
drive me breathing it in. a mismatch of socks,
a counterclockwise swing, a cold cup of coffee,
a bullet sans its gun, and a gun with the imaginary trigger -
i am no good. i am no good.
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 3:36 PM UTC