"cancels" poems
Algorithms will drive
Society to chaos.
**ONE CREATES/ONE DESTROYS.
ONE DOES/ONE CANCELS.
ARE WE ******* CRAZY?**
'*' Technology will not control me.
. . .technology will not control me
technology will not control me.* *
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 11:03 PM UTC
I just want it to happen
Like it's a work of magic.
Like some kind of miracle
That cancels all that is tragic.
A spontaneous kind of thing
Without me saying a word
As if you read my very thoughts
As if somehow you heard.
It's a hope I've had all my life.
The perfect lover comes along
Saying exactly what I need to hear
Never puts one foot wrong.
Someone proud to be by my side
That I never have to show the way
And stay beside me as I sleep
At the end of every perfect day.
Because I can't stand any more
Of the things I've had to bear.
The many kinds of disrespect
And the obvious lack of care.
I need that someone special
Who has the gift of giving.
Who sees in me perfection
Your world, life, and everything.
I've had too much of the rest
The other kind of love affair
Where I am just a stopgap
They didn't ever really care.
The love I am looking for
And who you just have to be
Is the soul of romanatic essence,
Absolute perfection, like me.
Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 2:47 PM UTC
It's like a diamond stake pushed through the silence of my brain
It's like a thunder of voices coming down like a hurricane
It's like a forest of gunfire blowing past my bedroom door
It's like the force of a god pushing down on my floor
Whip smart, by all accounts, but lost beneath the sheets
Forced out of a comfort zone and pushed out to the streets
Spastic changing voices like a record out of line
Just speak like you always do and don't **** with my mind
I'm like a tidal wave that only gets halfway there
No shore to erode with no Taiwan to even care
I'm like a promise left on the kitchen table after dawn
Someone will find it but it will be thrown out on the lawn
Born without a spoon but there is silver in my teeth
I'm made out of as much spirit as a plastic, clearance wreath
Dust beneath the stars cancels out the dawning sun
Shine on the bums, the prophets, everyone
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 3:38 PM UTC
You are the rock stuck inside of my sock.
You are drying off naturally after the longest shower in history, because you forgot the towel.
Like the string that is hanging off of my sweater. I keep tugging it and
pretty soon it is short enough for July weather.
The person using the car horn instead of ringing a door bell.
The low battery symbol on my cell.
Pungent perfume from a co-worker, the grossest smell.
The **** that asks for the red piece from your package of sweets.
The friend who cancels five minutes before every time you meet.
The rap artist that thanks God when he wins an award, even though his
songs are just about killing.
Medical technicians milling about when your arm really is broken.
The chapstick left in the pocket when the clothes are in a dryer.
Dress pants for work that are so tight, you feel you must be riding a wire.
The friend's children that you think are rude,
Unexpected company when you and your lover were getting in the mood.
But I guess it is just easier to say, I just don't have a good attitude.
Apr 19, 2010
Apr 19, 2010 at 10:21 PM UTC
I'm blessed to be alive.
One of the chosen few
That'll see the sunrise
And feel the early dew.
I'm blessed to be alive
Living on his promise
With my joy in overdrive,
He cancels my demise.
I'm blessed to be alive
Covered by divine grace
Favor into which I dive
With smiles on my face.
I'm blessed to be alive
All healthy, happy and fit
Comes trials, I'll survive
By his grace, I'll make it.
©️IB-Poetry
2/27/2018
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 2:14 PM UTC
We’re gathered here today to put to rest the words I didn’t mean to say.
The thoughts I tried my best to suppress, but slipped out anyway.
Delivering meanings that I didn’t have planned,
And messages she just can’t understand.
My acid tongue throws out its poisonous whispers into her ear, containing words she was never meant to hear.
But she cancels them out with her alkaline replies that don’t align with mine.
She’s the one who starts this game every time.
Throwing in the truths that bring me shame,
But when I claw out her flaws from beneath the dirt out onto the surface,
They impregnate her hazel eyes with rain.
And I’m always the one to get the blame.
I check the weather where she is to know if she can see the dark clouds leaving,
Unveiling the blue skies that lie beneath.
Hoping that one day she will open her hazel eyes and realise we’ve been through wet and dry seasons that continue to replay like groundhog day.
But all we can do is keep believing that there is a reason why we can’t let the storms blow it all away,
Just because of the words I didn’t mean to say.
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 2:46 PM 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 was wondering if my pictures clear
in heaven I see stairs
visions impaired, living in fear
Dark halls cancels light.
Footsteps I wonder what might happened if they'll aproach me.
Silently moving swiftly through avenues of depression.
Maybe it wasn't heaven in disguise,
it was all lies, let me sleep so these dark hours can pass by.
As I sleep it follows me into a trans
seeing nocturnal images,
aggressively ******* my life away.
Resiting things,
not even of tongues but of possession
my opression is my basic fear
a player and contestant.
Gravity Falls,
Gravity Falls
Paintings of disasters
Maid Dolls, following eyes, Creepiness,
Gravity Falls.
A war within myself is like mental intoxication
I can't think right can someone fly apon me,
So I can even contest with such a spiritual fight
but let me not say things because insight
another demon might just take away what I think is righteous,
Gravity Falls.
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 8:47 AM UTC
If I were to elicit success's embodiment
And to feel it's enrapture, like sin
It's touch, coarse as salt to the fingertips?
Would it smell like a rose on the wind?
To risk, for a shared surreptitiousness
That very boldness independence empowers,
to instead announce allegiance to the flock of the age
When drinking after hours
Should it matter on the stage...
As a coy rebuttal to loneliness
In prioritizing what you need,
by finding "circuitous" after a dip in the thesaurus
for describing a sentence about trees
("When, obviously, it's actually describing something...far more potent...than any mere tree.")
...what fails to show up on the page?
Such is the world that Art wanders into
All big gestures 'round a clattering din
....but instead, "Success" has meant to me
A home in my arms
And she feels like a world
resting beneath my chin
A thought that cancels out Art's disappointments
...And her breath is a rose on the wind.
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 5:58 AM UTC
Hungry.
but all I have is cigarettes,
so I smoke.
Exhausted from all this walking.
I sit down,
hand out.
Do you have any spare change?
"No, sorry."
Everyone answers the same.
Strive
(but for what?)
(you're no body)
Just a homeless man
A pillow would be nice.
But I would have no where to keep it?
My life is like a secret.
Another cigarette.
(only 2 left)
(need to make them last)
Stomach is knotted
(better find food)
I know the town,
there is a store close by.
"Hello sir, how are you?"
Fine, thanks.
I walk around the store.
The smell of food,
cancels the hunger.
But just in case,
I stole a candy bar.
I sit down to eat,
and smoke another cigarette.
Put my hand out.
(the people here are generous)
I got twenty dollars here once.
Bought three packs of cigarettes,
and a lighter.
A five dollar bill,
falls into frame.
I look around,
no one near.
It must be a sign.
Somebody is telling me to wake up, inside.
There's that candy bar.
Oh so good.
Finish it off with a cigarette.
Then I will buy another pack.
Feb 29, 2012
Feb 29, 2012 at 10:18 PM UTC
The
Dublin
strand
is papered
in wind,
my old
book
renewed
into
romance.
I love her.
Pen
scratches
the
whole
page
black,
& variant
sprawls
of my
name
repeat
until I
own a
house.
Sister
& I
in dad's
old car
head
up to
Petworth,
& walk
back
under
a sky
that
rolls
& folds,
a bolt
of cloth.
Break
new trees
on the
prison
island,
handcuffs
of ivy,
jump
the fence
& escape
to the
highway.
In
Georgetown,
lush reeds
wave from
the canal
bottom,
easting
in the
chartreuse.
Then cross
to Dupont,
thronged
with
day-enders
and students
shifting
from
coffee to
*****
as the
hour rises.
Scheherazade
cancels,
but I make
the best
of it,
writing at
the bar
next to
the girl
in leatherette.
The day
ends
with me
fighting
the pharmacy
of my
sleepy
blood
while I
break
the bed
I always
hated
and
throw it
into the
orange.
Day's done.
Another
year to
come.
Thinking
of her -
sleep.
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 2:58 AM UTC
This girl is darkness and she’s beautiful.
She tells me to call her darkness.
She wears makeup I hate and always has a scowl on her face.
She threatens to break my legs if I touch any of her writing journals.
She rolls her eyes whenever I tell her I miss her.
She cancels our dates because she sometimes gets too anxious.
She sometimes lets me hold her hand.
She cries for hours after reading a book and she calls to rant about the characters she hates.
She refuses to wear the ring I got her on her finger so she wears it on a necklace.
She says she likes her nails sharp so she can impale her enemies with a flick of her wrists.
My girl is darkness and she’s beautiful.
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 10:21 PM UTC
I live on a small (25 sq. mile) island, accessible only by ferry.
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“For we are dear to the immortal gods,
Living here, in the sea that rolls forever,
Distant from other lands and other men”
—Homer, the Odyssey (translated by Robert Fitzgerald)
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*sea air inoculates the slowing breath-taking ferried voyager,
our landed cares felled, fall into a wake, trailing, sunk & submerged,
a ferry’s ramp contact-clangs, belling a “Here, Here!” alters our mien,
the softening airy enveloping, fragrantly, a greeting of immortal gods*
*no matter that we can vision-easy the neighboring isles, with
their trafficked-light busyness, the to and fro of mainland life,
bustle necessity of hustle, our riveted river moat cancels out
imposing surround sounds, our untucked flavor, floating free*
*wafting perfume of quiet inlet, creek and harbour, touch us safely,
alternating currents of gentle breeze, stiffer sailing winds, gusts,
bending us, these reminders, we humans too, creatures of elementals,
water, sun, forest, sand, animals, singular upon co-hosted menagerie*
*the brackish water, where fresh + marine waters mix, live + die,
reflecting our pooling diversity, so few of us born here, yet so many,
adopt and adapt the isle’s peculiarities, endearing all without any
distinction, we blessed together by Immortal Gods to shelter together,
by, from, the seas that roll us into one peaceful island, nearly, dearly,
and now departed*
<>
Shell Beach,
Shelter Island
August 2021
Aug 7, 2021
Aug 7, 2021 at 1:28 PM UTC
I am a monster
but I am very little
so it cancels out
Sep 26, 2010
Sep 26, 2010 at 8:44 PM UTC
Desperate to grab the grail of words
we decide to share our joint thoughts
to introspect our vision together
of what it takes to write two at this hour
Pen and paper, one
writes witness into the mind of the other
and meets the timid point of punctuation, followed by
the exasperation of words
it only follows
rules do not apply
nor does a simulacra of similes
the enjambment is our language
that we create we can
misplace
is it our native tongue so much so that
poetry never needs to be learned?
The friendship of thought to process
Relays poet to poem
to poet
And poem again
It's with you now
I walk
Our eyes along the same path to troth
It's truth is spoken
Between lines, it's in the heart
Our paths, alone, come together
Its friendship Is art
Dialogical process fill in
the blanks at 1:01 4:01
p.m, hey aim
For the sweet link we proudly
discovered and shared in eyes and ink
Both black.
It's lack of light
Where the sun of the one seeks the night of the other
It's days and nights; mark hours... asunder under calendar
And daydream of once and again seeing the same sun face the marvel of the other
We are time traveling, air traveling through words
book a seat at the airline company of poetry
What the other sees in the sun sky above her
the other thinks of under his night sky
the thought of one never cancels that of the other
We trod on the same path
Me with Ginsberg, you with Plath.
Written jointly by Appoline Romanens first, third, seventh and ninth paragraph at 1:00-1:27 pm, Lyon, France and by Jesse Altamirano, second, fourth, fifth, sixth and eighth 4:00- 4:30 am, Riverside, California
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 7:40 AM UTC
So I sew stitches around the crown made of fingers twisted like a tangled dandelion strangled garden worn as a closet to hide my crafted paper daft boxes that I keep my skeletons in because their keyholes keep appearing on my face,
If you destroyed like me you'd see that ashes are the outcome of a matchstick man,
I cannot rest my head yet on my pillows made of dead rabbits feet and fox tails until I store them in their little coffee can tin jars far under this mattress pad of nails,
Warm words in cold rooms subsumes the silent night screens projected over by my rising motion picture smoke breath that my eyes watch alone now at a distance starting from my lucky lucky steel dagger full sized sheet set and ending at an omen reflecting my separation anxieties coming from my lungs,
Yet loneliness is the only person neatly tucked between it other than my own broken battered body with a shiver and a quiver discretely manifesting,
And like white ghosts the stars watch me sleeping at night,
You can flog all my windows,
But I'll still be sleeping at night,
I'll miss all your wake up calls,
Every single one,
So I let the music play,
Because noise cancels noise inside an introverted fire starter
May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 4:50 PM UTC
the worst feeling is the one when writing is the only release you've got but you've got writers block and you can't conjure the words that explain the emptiness behind your thoughts
the word indescribable cancels itself out and you're left wondering if writing on cave walls sharpens or disintegrates the rock.
I wish I could find the words to tell you that I can't sleep at night, not even under your sheets and Christmas lights, and I'm not sure why. I wish I could find the words to tell you that I never have energy or motivation or an appetite.
I wish I could find the words to tell you that I miss your passion and affection and the inspiration you used to spark inside of me. And even more so the words to tell you that I think you misplaced those things, like your wallet and dollar bills and lighters.
I'm searching under couch cushions for cheek kisses and creative lyrics about the sparks I lit inside of you.
Maybe you didn't lose them though. Maybe I lost the fire.
Maybe I'm the small fireworks at ten pm and you're midnight on New Years Eve.
Maybe you need a bigger flame.
I want you to have that.
I want to be that, but the only words I can think of to tell you are that I've found damp coals in my soul and I don't know how to replace them with new ones.
I wish I had words.
These words are hollow.
Which makes sense because that's all I've felt lately.
I hope you continue to love me when I'm nothing but hollow eyes and dark circles and collar bones.
I hope I can continue to love you in the right way with this skeleton but I feel weaker knees failing me already.
Show me how to float like you do.
Show me how to fly and light on fire.
Let me be midnight with you.
I need to be midnight or I won't make it until then.
That last sentence has so much meaning behind it and I wish I could find the words to explain the symbolism or intensity of it.
I wish I could find words so I could stop with the repetition but I'm just repeating myself.
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 10:59 PM UTC
Happiness is the delusion we all share. The hope that;
this is the winning ticket,
this is my big break,
this is the one true god,
this person really loves me.
Obsessed with the dream, we lose ourselves in it and fall blindly off the mountain. Calm and gentle, you begin to fly. The cool wind moves across your face and you find bliss in your ignorance. The sound is loud and cancels out caution. It is the siren's song being screamed in your ear. Open your eyes!? Why???
The air is clean. The ecstasy is pure. The mountain loves you.
But the tables turn like a friend putting a bullet through the back of you skull, lakeside to your favorite memory.
The fall does not send you to heaven, but to hell. Paralyzed and screaming; you are alive, but just barely.
Bones puncture skin,
blood pools,
muscles squirm,
your mind knows nothing but pain.
Thriving in agony, you call for help but the mountain has no ears. Drown yourself in the puddle of blood, spit, **** and tears before shame eats you alive. It stirs near by, waiting for a taste of the gullible sack of meat the mountain has sacrificed for them. A final futile attempt at hope draws you back in. You try to touch the memory of the wind, the trip, the fall, but it becomes the cinder-block dragging you into the abyss. The object of your desire has become the shackles of your torment.
Love is a lie and you fell for it.
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 12:31 PM UTC
A pair, north and south
Whose love cancels each one’s doubts
Find their way, always
Jun 9, 2019
Jun 9, 2019 at 11:28 AM UTC
There are two girls, best of friends,
walking through life, hand in hand,
quite opposites in many aspects,
though each to the other, respects.
One is pale, with hair spun gold,
the other fair, with waves of night so bold.
She has eyes with winter's mist, quite light,
the other's reflect a sunflower against the sky, a delight.
She of short height, the other tall,
one so delicately framed, the other not at all.
Though appearance wise, they're opposites still,
through their minds, and souls, their will,
they reflect the same, they of opposite seasons,
they know each others lives, each others reasons,
picking each other up, helping each other out,
comforting each with sense of doubt;
A most lovely foil'd pair, it would appear
bringing out the best in each other, so rare,
that neither cancels out the other,
neither's the fighter while the other's the lover,
Yes, this would be the best of matches,
sprung from a perfect friendship's hatches,
showing different people aren't different at all,
and that friends are friends, even if not similar at all.
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 3:03 PM UTC
I hear the song
My alarm
Playing the radio
The song I wish could belong
To "us" not just me
Beneath my lids his face appears
Close to mine
Watching me with childlike wonder
As I sing to him the words
I know by heart
Somehow our clumsiness
Cancels out
My dress flowing around me
And we appear graceful
Then as the song comes close
The end I knew would come, and was dreading,
he pulls me close
To hear the words I can't say above a whisper
I love you
I close my eyes.
And he's gone
The white blankness of my ceiling appears
Under my blanket made in China
Dressed in pajamas
Waking from a dream of a prince
Who will never come
Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 3:40 AM UTC
Life goes on, or so they say
Bad things are gonna happen anyway
Come what may you can always drink the night away
Dance and sing until it cancels out the day
And every once in a while when reality gives way
That's when you'll really feel at home
So come on and raise your glass and sing
Let's be young and let's be wreckless like we don't give a **** about anything
Let's be wild for the whole world to see
Let's laugh in the face of danger and smack the *** of mediocrity
Pushing forward, making tracks
Do the best you can so that you don't ever look back
Pain doesn't hurt if you can just relax
Do whatever gets you by until you fade to black
But every once in a while when reality gives way
That's when you'll really feel alone
But then...
One day...
If you're lucky
Just maybe love will find you standing at the bar.
You'll look into those eyes
You won't see the usual lies
And you'll feel those things you never knew you could
So come on and raise your glass and sing
Let's be young and let's be wreckless like we don't give a **** about anything
Let's be wild for the whole world to see
Let's laugh in the face of danger and smack the *** of mediocrity
Let's do anything we want to, raise a glass to those we miss
Parents and siblings, friends and lovers
And even people who habitually take the ****
Be eternally grateful. Thank your lucky stars
Because it's them that make us,us.
And get another round in at the bar.
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 5:43 AM UTC
There's a hole in my pocket where change used to be
for one cup of coffee, the second one's free
do I go where I'm led though I haven't a key
and eat what I'm fed without question of fee?
Across sits a friend who cares for my soul
he fears for my safety, my wholeness his goal
so without any greed or selfish intent
he pays for my dinner and cancels the rent.
He knew what I needed, like father knows best
food, clothing, shelter, a clean place to rest
I call him my savior, my king and the boss
He won't take the glory but points to the cross.
I soon find a job, and a home for my stuff
it's all that I have but it's more than enough
The courage to change what I could was the key
the burden's been lifted, I'm finally free.
Without faith in God I could easily fall back
'cause there's always that vice like a Big Mac attack
tested and tempted I use what I've learned
stick with The Truth and you're less often burned.
So where are you now, and where have you been
did you latch onto God, and spit out the sin?
just take a deep breath, you're here 'til your death
trust in the Lord and then start again fresh.
There's change in my pocket where a hole used be
for one cup of coffee, the second one's free
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 12:02 AM UTC
My heart is severely bleeding
My brain is sincerely pleading
Both are by my soul affected
And by cruel World are infected
All are selfish to the core
Justice all blatantly ignore
They use ways that are unfair
All insults they want me to bear
I can surely call them highly peevish
As they make me terribly feverish
I am forced to suffer huge loss
Deepest regrets they easily cause
Their hearts contain poison
They hate me under the Sun
In case I throw a sad protest
My action they seriously detest
My sorrow has alarmingly grown
Away from peace I am thrown
My heart feels the worst pressure
My anxiety cancels all the pleasure
Ultimately to God alone I appeal
I hope via Him I will win the deal
God alone is my last resort
I believe in His giving comfort
Though at times I use profanity
I know God makes my life pretty
Only when God is by me trusted
In life I get truly interested
Human beings will easily cheat
But, God alone will kindly treat
That powerful force will act
After gathering every fact
To Him when I wholly surrender
He will take care of my blunder
He will surely offer great solace
Safest path my life will embrace
All evils God will finally massacre
He will no doubt give soothing succor
Only God will never double-cross
He will definitely arrest every loss
So I now pray and hopefully wait
A solution via God I will soon sight.
M V VENKATARAMAN
Sep 5, 2010
Sep 5, 2010 at 12:23 AM UTC