"capitalize" poems
Anything can
look like a poem
and sound philosophical
simply by moving
the words on
different lines.
Am I doing it right?
Is this
really
talent?
Art?
Effort?
I think I am trying.
Really, I am
I go back and change the order
and I break lines
where it sounds right
But it does not take me long.
Not at all.
I try to be
intentional
and call it natural rhythm.
Instinct and style taking over
I alternate between
agonizing every detail
like When to Capitalize
and publishing free form poems without looking over them twice.
How is writing supposed to feel?
Should I labor?
or should it flow?
Or do I get to decide?
I think the things I talk of
mean something
at least.
But am I just
pretentious?
fooling myself into thinking that
using common poetry formats
somehow makes my work worthwhile?
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 5:12 PM UTC
He is;
caving in her walls, raising up her hips
tighten his grips, pulling her into him
crashing her body into his like waterfalls
her jaw drops as he massages her walls
motioned by her motions
his motions are
stirred up with deep emotions
It lifts her up to give him a rise
their thirsty bodies capitalize on the synchronized ride
eyes closed like they are hypnotized
her peaks climbing the highest of highs
temperature rising, fire between her thighs
her soothing heat, his body mesmerized
she came so hard even he is satisfied
Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 10:52 PM UTC
Felt like quitting writing poems then nice lady
posted words at me that kicked me in my tail
and made me stop being sad. She messaged
me that I should use more punctuation and
look things up when I see that red line under words
I don't know how to spell good she said capitalize
my I and first word of sentence thank her for that
and makes sense. I will be good at writing before
to long she said but I can't get sad cause somebody said
things I don't like about my writing and I gotta practice hard.
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 6:27 PM UTC
My father
Has been a Man
All his life
And I capitalize Man
Because his terms
Of masculinity
Include being
The Man
He doesn’t like the word
“No”
Unless it’s in his voice
And under his control
Control is his ego
I think
He likes a grip on everything
So tight it chokes us
And he wonders why
I’m slipping away
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 2:33 AM UTC
Seduced
by the
school
shooter
singing
siren
songs
of
shotgun
blows
to the heart beat
of the wet American dream.
It's the human interest
horror allegory
The hero doesn't even get
15 minutes
But the shadow has
got a gun fetish
Counting bullets as
They're counting blessings,
numbered 1-27
3x his pump action
Light 'em up
***** 'em out
Some head-sick self-entitled
monster in a mask
on a mission of mass destruction
Cashed in on their
little tax deductions
The most sacred snuffed out
before the light could become them
It's the darkness that dominates
As the dragon **********
Witch inside
The mind
displacing emotions
away from the art of
living
loving
and losing
You're the submissive
Ascend the divine madness
or find yourself in shackles
in the machinery.
Humming
hypnotizing
hymns
of conformity
Another one's lost his mind
Descended
And the scapegoat
is mental illness
We all know,
The media is the medium
is the message
The subliminal secret passage
to the shared skewed subconscious
Planting ideas of bloodshed
Like evidence in the
Bodies of specific demographics
Demonize
Pack the prisons
Capitalize
And cut the blood losses
Here we are now
Hopeless
It makes for great entertainment
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 5:13 PM UTC
As a student you hold a pen,
Just so very often.
Hold it carefully and take its care,
For it can get broken.
Threading all the letters beautifully,
Cursive you write so neat.
We complement each other,
That too so well.
You need polishing just a bit more,
I need a lot of it.
Earlier my handwriting used to be worse,
But now it has improved as you have come.
Come and write your name,
Not on paper but on my arm.
Come now and come closer to me,
This feels like a dream materialized.
Now that Both have chosen The Best,
I am just glad that we chose each other.
I look at your handwriting,
It means the world to me dear.
When your heart is so beautiful,
Your handwriting is also gorgeous.
Yeah you saw my handwriting,
It is not like your elegant one.
So I am content that our children'll have beautiful handwritings.
Your handwriting tells me that you're innocent,
It also showcases a beautiful heart which I love.
Capitalize on your boon of good handwriting,
Success beckons you and now you just need to study sincerely.
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 9:53 AM UTC
Breaking his enthusiasm as my pencil spasm insanely random like a Gatlin cannon my magnum blastin shots taken so I'm shootin then walking off like cam Nuked'm these civil lies causing an evolution I'm killing guys its the only solutions dude blowing smoke too much pollution on the same page until I go rampage and start looting enraged second phase using the bars from my cage to punch lines through these frames I'm battle rappin as quick as they can match'em let it happen captain Hook I'll patch ' em in tandom with passion my fraction got these ******* trashing like DJs scratching I'm thirsty for action these weapons I'm packing get rowdy they start clapping like jacks sons put a cap in your captain capitalize off what happens I'll top 5 of your top 10 you fighting for your life I'm just saying one with a slight of hand I'm disarming this man King of Kings Schooling these Lord of rings on thier aim, I'm top tier they lame I'm **** ' em all with the same ball and chain pen dragging them all to my hall of slain, this a deadly game, and I bringing the major pain.
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 10:16 PM UTC
Two sparkle at xciting find.
Joy, relief, wishes flood our mind.
Reality numbed by ecstasy of find
Hardship, struggle, desires for now behind
Rightfulness of find, reality’s duality
Realization of self, fighting morality
The opportunity loss creates uncertainty.
The opportunity gain, creates possibility
How to capitalize on this potential
Designed improvements appear preferential
Decided, we proceed unconventional
We proceed like natural
Blades of diamonds remove the rough
Painstakingly disregarding, unwanted stuff
Transformation, tough
Mindful, not to lose a bough
Rough turn sparkle, every time
Faceted gem’s birth, sublime
Artistry creates, perfect rhyme
This treasure set in time
Most beautiful combination
This magnificent creation
Testament of devotion
Evokes amazing emotion
Bestowed, this incredible treasure
Brings about untold pleasure
Value, without measure
Diamond forever, ours to treasure
Feb 29, 2012
Feb 29, 2012 at 12:03 AM UTC
A fluff of feathers
Black and white,
Hide the scrawny scavenger
Whose "Rick, Rick, Rick!"
Identify some place of death,
This careful bandit's visiting.
He leaves outright robbery
To his cousin jay,
And flits,
One disaster to the next,
To see how he may capitalize.
Dead carrion, his usual fodder...
Yet one subzero winter day
I saw a magpie perched
Upon a shivering cow
Belly deep in snow, and
Chilled in minus 30 air,
Peck-scratching through a healing scab
And pulling living flesh away.
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 8:19 AM UTC
Anything can
look like a poem
and sound philosophical
simply by moving
the words on
different lines.
Am I doing it right?
Is this
really
talent?
Art?
Effort?
I think I am trying.
Really, I am
I go back and change the order
and I break lines
where it sounds right
But it does not take me long.
Not at all.
I try to be
intentional
and call it natural rhythm.
Instinct and style taking over
I alternate between
agonizing every detail
like When to Capitalize
and publishing free form poems without looking over them twice.
How is writing supposed to feel?
Should I labor?
or should it flow?
Or do I get to decide?
I think the things I talk of
mean something
at least.
But am I just
pretentious?
fooling myself into thinking that
using common poetry formats
somehow makes my work worthwhile?
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 7:49 PM UTC
This is why the teacher punishes you
for reading too far ahead.
I've worked hard to swim out here
and I just feel hurt and alone;
drifting out at sea.
Being a radical means always
having to be the hysteric or the sensitive.
Apologizing even when
you know you're right.
Being irrational,
when rationalization means
accepting the dominant ideology.
Always having to be wrong,
because of some "crack in your armor"
or some blemish on your record.
Being the biggest ******* in the room,
not even because you want to,
but because you have to.
Alienating everyone.
Capitalize on who you are,
and you can smother everyone eventually!
Your profit is such that you
can push everything away!
Sleep easy knowing you were right.
Sleep easy.
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 10:48 AM UTC
english teachers detest me
because i never capitalize my i’s
but they never once bothered
to come and ask me why
uppercase is a privilege
at least, it is in my mind.
it’s reserved for war heroes
or a painter who is blind
i have done nothing remarkable
i have hardly even tried
everything good i’ve done
is eventually cast aside
why do i deserve an uppercase?
or for that matter, why do you?
we’ve done plenty of bad
when there’s plenty of good to do
english teachers detest me
because i never capitalize my i’s
but i will have reason to someday
and i hope that is not a lie
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 7:38 PM UTC
I sing you lies
Like Lullabies.
The guilt slides off me
And you'll never realize
That these wise eyes
Are a prized guise
Fashioned to capitalize
On cries
Off all shapes and size.
Cries for blood
Cries of pain
Cries for God
Cries in vain
Once you catch on
(you won't)
We'll label you insane.
In the meantime...
I'll be planning the next Holocaust
Miles above you on my
Jet plane.
Sep 2, 2012
Sep 2, 2012 at 1:25 AM UTC
**** the Religious Right
**** Those That Condemn Others*
**** The Republicans
**** The Democrats
**** The Government Having Too Much Say In Our Lives*
**** Paying Taxes
**** The Gas Company
**** The Water Company
**** The Electric Company
**** Cars
**** Car Payments
**** Being Late On Payments
**** Bills All Together
**** Not Getting Benefits For Being Early On Payments
**** My Need To Capitalize Every Word
**** PETA
**** People That Mistreat Animals
**** Vegetarians
**** Carnivores
**** Omnivores, What You Can't Choose A Side?!?!?
**** Going To College Just To Work At McDonalds
**** White Collar Getting Paid More Than Blue Collar
**** Having A Collar
**** The People That Reproduce Too **** Much
**** Those That Think There's No Future In Children
**** Commercialism*
**** Never Running Out Of Things To ****
**** People That Say They Have No Friends But They're Always Too Busy To Do Anything Cuz They're Already Hanging Out With Someone Else
**** Anyone Who Likes This Poem
**** Anyone Who Doesn’t Like This Poem
**** 6,000 Channels On TV And Nothing Is Ever On
**** The Summer Sun
**** Global Warming*
**** Flat Pop
**** Hot Coffee That Gets Cold
**** Pets Dying
**** Death
**** Wasting Life*
**** People That Talk To Much
**** People That Cuss
**** People That Have A Problem With Cussing
**** Fox News
**** Anyone That Lives Their Life Strictly By A Book (especially you Harold And The Purple Crayon people out there)
**** Laugh Tracks Telling Me When To Laugh
**** Everything That You Stand For
**** Everything That You Are
**** Everything That You're Not
**** Finishing This Poem, I'm Gonna Go Eat
**** Anything That I Forgot To **** In This POEM
Jun 11, 2011
Jun 11, 2011 at 9:01 PM UTC
You: it is 2:10 am
Me: Eastern Standard Mystical Time, yup...
You: why are you up, writing?
Me: the drugs wore off
You: *** the drugs?
Say it ain't so, kiddo?*
Me: yup, I did engage
with some strong stuff
ce soir, the woman too,
and she is drowning in her dreams.
Easy and cheap,
scored some us some................
Asian Fusion
Thai Food, Indonesian small plates...
You: idiot!
Me: just answering your question
You: so where is this poem, shaman?
Me: You!
You: Me?
Me: yup.
You are my early morning poem,
which I have entitled Notification: You!
Notification
I am deeply unsure.
Am I notifying you,
or am I notifying myself?
Lost command of my
native language,
the emotions too strong,
Blue Java
the color of my word blood,
strong swirling,
uncontaminated by cow's milk,
but by cows jumping over the moon,
who have come to give me gifts of
Notifications.
*Hey ****** ******
The Cat and the fiddle,
The Cow jumped over the moon.
The little Dog laughed,
To see such sport,
And the Dish ran away with the Spoon*
Perfectly clear to me.
I am the Spoon,
You are the Dish.
(Shaman, Shaman, hey man,
you still sound drugged,
we urgent need some clarifications!)
When I wake up,
uncertain about a slew,
a portmanteau
of important life~things,
*(Example: when should I
Capitalize a word,
a life, a me, a You?)*
there are strangers,
Strangers still,
yet strangers no more,
sending me uncoded messages
intended to decode me,
Notifications,
they are called,
and they
Explode me.
capsules of comments
that encapsulate me,
emasculate my speaking abilities,
reduced to rolling in the gutter,
guttural cries to emit and utter,
man, I got friends I never met,
and that's ok
we just notify each other
thinking of you
and no more words necessary
life is groovy...
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 2:16 AM UTC
I can't breath
I n e e d m y s p a c e
nexttomykinthatcloseside|by|side
as we CAPITALIZE ON RE(FORMING x BUILDING) THE CAPITAL that's sulking in d
e r
b
i
s
hold me
I am sssshhhhaaakkkkiiiinnggggg
with RAGE
here, let me help...
lights match
here's the wick
eXXXXXpl
\O/
D
E
on the
____________
-------------
___streets____
wipe out the gunk
stomp them under your feet
It's
TIME
FOR
BEIRUT
Aug 14, 2020
Aug 14, 2020 at 6:20 AM UTC
no, i am not a first grader
incapable of knowing when to capitalize
and i type in lowercase to be nonchalant
i don't capitalize 'i' because
i am not important
my self worth is lower than the Mariana Trench
it's hard for me to even address
myself without feeling annoying
i am not more important than the word prestigious
i'm not more pretty than the word beautiful
i am not as nice as the word affectionate
i'm not as secure as the word trustworthy
it's so hard to reprogram your brain to accept
that you can be of some worth, that you can be
desirable at all after years of too much thinking
and being alone and trapped in my mind
everyday i must try my best to remind myself
that the subject of a sentence is being
complemented by the beautiful words
like the way a close friends complement you
i have to remember that there are people there for me
even if my head tries to tell me otherwise
it's a struggle every time, but
'I'
just have to try
May 7, 2021
May 7, 2021 at 5:25 PM UTC
You think you're the better writer with
Your indentations,
Arrogant alliteration,
Games of Rhymation;
When You Capitalize For No Good Reason
OR TYPE IN ALL CAPS;
When you type in italic just because you can;
With thy ineffectual employment of Shakespearean formulation
Or elongated conveyance of your articulation,
When you type in
funny patterns to
better express the
thoughtfulness and
superiority behind the gemstone
artist,
And, all- your; meaningful, strategically placed' punctuation!
And perpisfuly mispled wurds bcuz yur so ironic,
And your cryptic title that's meant to come off as genius.
Dylan could crack a skull without a hammer.
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 2:45 PM UTC
Nobody respects a liar.
I just want to know if they chose, or just learned to cool down quicker than me.
Im not learning anything about
the riddles I gave myself years ago.
Cardboard sleeves and my truth explodes
When I fall like the last leaf.
What is one thing I have always been?
I have always been an apologist.
What else?
because everyone, you already know that.
I hate female vocalists. unless they sound like they cant stand themselves.
Unless they sound as disinterested in their own voice as I am in mine, I cant stand them.
I only respect female singers who play their own **** instruments.
And I will never have the guts to ask if you're wearing your heart on your sleeve
Or if it's just me and my wearing my heart as my sleeve.
Sometime ago I asked myself if I could see ahead, and I laughed, and hit my ****
Ive suffered,
and Ive sang it off.
Even when I couldnt sing a note to save my pathetic life.
No one respects a liar.
im not a liar.
Im not different at all.
In fact, im exactly what I've been grown around.
Im half alive and I'm nothing but sacrifice and I feel worthy when my worth is measured in something else.
There is not one thing I can stand less than people who do not underdstand their own language.
for gods sake, it's they're, not there. it's here. not heir. it's i BEFORE e.
but im a hypocrite,
because half the time...most the time i dont capitalize any I's that i'm using to explain about myself.
i think it's because it's not worth the stretch to hit the shift bar.
for myself I'm lazy.
I have an eleven key hand span on the piano, and i cannot even type properly.
thats an octave and a half almost.
I was born to be a woman that pays her taxes and has a checking account.
And a four door sedan with two carseats.
And a ring around my finger, a two bedroom house and bedtime stories all over the bookshelves.
I want to teach my partner how to play the ukulele,
i want to show my children that faith is real,
even if god isnt.
I want a family that will have me for the rest of their lives,
through good or bad.
Through tradgedy, illness,
thinness, gain, loss, stress, sobriety,
through debt and through retirement.
I was made to give,
and I feel selfish for writing this.
Because its all about me.
I want to give myself to something.
I want to be the best fiance I can be.
I want to be the best student I can be.
The best daughter.
The best owner to my pets.
The best aunt, neice, cousin.
I want to the best wife
and mother I can be.
I'm not lying.
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 7:22 PM UTC
As the spirit wanes
the form appears.
Well bukowski said it, i never met him.
So i wont capitalize his name.
I romanticized his stories when i was young.
Whatever young means.
Whatever romance means.
I am not writing a poem
I was taught not to use
I or We or You
In a poem.
This is Zach, this is unbiased
10/10 bass line.
This is you clicking back
because you didnt know Hank either
or you didnt believe me.
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 9:54 AM UTC
internet wingnuts...
nah nah nah whatcha thinkin?
whatcha thinkin....you spelled it wrong
whatcha thinkin...you didnt capitalize
are you satan's spawn you cant write that here
i will come to your house and eat your dog
nah nah nah whatcha thinkin?
ill follow you round tearing you down till you let me kiss you
ill fill your mailbox full of hate till you love me
i will tell everyone what a horrible person you are
till you let me in
who are you....keep me warm....let me hate you
wingnuts....wingnuts everywhere
whoever invented the block list should get a freakin sainthood
whatcha thinking you cant block me
ill just make a new profile
fill your inbox full of hate till you love me
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC
life has never been held within the ( parentheses ) of breathing and
the periods of sentences. see syntax holds no
importance in terms of the soul and beating hearts, and ( like ee cummings ) i have
never held enough worth in the personal to capitalize myself
but that was before i met You and realized that i have never felt life
(like being alive in your kiss) before that moment that You
turned me into I
and now
with all of my well-formed syllables and crafted lines
can’t seem to draw the image of this fate and the music of our
breath dripping across each others skin; no
rhythm of words could ever manifest within the capitalization of
We or the Beauty of Us.
but tonight, as we crawl beneath covers my blood will
approve of this garden between our curves and holding hands.
I will grow the sun to cast an eternal summer
within your smile
(streetlamp halos have never been enough)
but this poem will always say less than the tangible moments of
glances grazes and the heart I carry with Me (carrying it in my heart)
so it can grow like our family trees, reaching (higher than the atmosphere lifting her skirt
to hold in the immensity) their branches into tributaries that flow into being Alive while
the roots of your spirit sprout spores across my skin,
an addiction to slowly sharpen the moment into
our mouths
rising to breathe in the others breath
our tongues
folding into the song of each others taste
thighs and hands that grip
at the stepping stones you laid across your
stomach,
while a phrase more powerful than ( I Love You)
is carried within the gesture of your hips
and the lifelines of your palm
because i’ve never liked the way my
soul lumped beneath the confines of my skin or the way
the muscles of my body fell limp stretched over bones
until I met You. because You make me see
Beauty and emulate the existence of love and
when I try to remember a past without you, it’s less real than
every played out future held in your eyes
and our holding hands
Jan 20, 2011
Jan 20, 2011 at 7:26 AM UTC
Take your Seven Deadly Sins,
And butcher them with punctuation.
Capitalize on floods, famines and fires.
Express sickness, war and homelessness.
Parse politics.
Syllabicate and spell out for all to read
The horror of homelessness and apathy.
There.
Nothing's too real we can't fictionalize... marginalize,
Again, and again, and again.
Apr 7, 2021
Apr 7, 2021 at 10:24 AM UTC