"categorizing" poems
Fingers make contact with hands,
we can’t stand like,
butter
flies
on
a
tree branch
amidst a strange wind.
Fluttering above
trees rooted in sidewalks,
out of sight.
And it feels like
the texture of our shirts
is truth,
the cat fur,
the bed sheets,
our clenched teeth,
Molly whispers in our head
a meditative melody,
and we’re rollin,'
our infinite eyes
hung together
in widened silence,
enjoying a good lie.
Indigo children
with no words, just hands,
applauding the feeling,
dreading the end.
Time past,
grown up,
deflated,
we come down
to see that
sober is just
categorizing
adjectives.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 6:30 PM UTC
we rejoiced
when the sign on the parking meter said we could park for free.
your kind hand
in clumsy mind,
we strolled.
we were caught between the arts and business district,
so the shops and eateries weren't
sure if they should be cool or classy.
we strolled.
we passed an army of delis now abandoned.
a greek place,
a gelato,
a couple of hotel diners,
we rounded the block,
came back close to our start,
decided on the only restaurant
that was open.
as we were seated,
the already present patrons
stared ceaselessly, with no blinking.
people always stare at us.
i think they have trouble
categorizing us.
we aren't fat.
i don't wear affliction t-shirts,
you don't dress ******
we are caught somewhere
between the summer of '72 and indie rock brats.
our waiter was uneasy,
he had black hair, a beard,
a voice that squeaked and stuttered
as he boasted the organic and local support
the restaurant waved as their prideful flag.
order taken, people still throwing quick glances,
the music was right up our alley.
we took turns saying the names of the bands.
Cake, The Strokes, Spoon (the setlist's favorite), a deep cut from Bowie's Low, and a multitude of indie darlings that i can't remember.
i fell in love with you again.
i guess that makes the fifth or sixth time.
your child's eyes,
warm laughter,
and noble concern for the ****** state of the world.
it was good conversation,
it was good food,
it was a pleasant warm-up
for the remainder of our
getaway weekend.
Jul 27, 2010
Jul 27, 2010 at 10:10 AM UTC
this morning I awoke to find little lettered squares imprinted across the side of my face,
then didst I realize, that cyber space had finally done its number on me
slither slather blither blather slobbering cyber chopper
knee-jerk hackneyed pavlovian dog speak of impetuous heartlessness
stereotyping label blasting categorizing pigeon-holing generalizing
multi tasking bifurcating bloviating palaver, ever clingy maudlin inflamed impassioned souls
trolling the myriad disparate windows looking for some misbegotten stimulus
so invested in their hatred and fear that peace is the most threatening thing they can imagine ------ and me?
the sneering cynical maladroit among the masses of averageness and mediocrity...
Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 9:34 PM UTC
Looking at this world with tears in my eyes... with sadness in my soul...
There's so much violence, so much hatred...
As if we were trying to make our own species extinct...
Some say the apocalypse is coming... but we are the ones making that happen...
Our ignorance and lack of understanding have become our worst enemies... They've transform our hands into weapons, made our eyes see the world with fear, and have filled our hearts with hate...
We have stopped wanting to learn... we have stopped asking questions... We let the media tell us what to think... walking around this world like zombies... Like blinded idiots... like two year olds throwing tantrums, not wanting to listen...
We just point fingers... and blame, not one, but all... Putting every single person in a box, categorizing them... generalizing ... believing in every single stereotype...
Not wanting to see that every single person is unique...
We might belong to a certain group, community, race, religion... but we are individual souls...
We were meant to be different... Different aspirations, different lives, different cultures, different colors...
Imagine...how boring would the human race be if we were all exactly the same... Where would we get our different life flavors? How boring would we be without the mix of colors... without our different traits??
We were meant to be different... designed to learn from each other... to love one another in our differences...
We must stop putting labels on peoples' foreheads... we have to start by asking questions, by learning their stories, and by sharing our own...
We must teach each other love and respect, Start to pave a better world for generations to come... teach them that our differences are what makes this world such a colorful and interesting place... that's where the real beauty hides... that's the real life treasure...
But first, we have to learn to see with our own eyes and hear with our own ears... Throw away the guns and fill our mind with knowledge... that's the most powerful weapon that we, as human beings have.
Share the love, the wisdom... see the world with an open mind.
It's time to Stop the hate.
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 11:32 PM UTC
See I will remember you.
My brain, categorizing as it is
In its Obsessive Compulsive ways
Remembers everything-
Filed away to one day illicit
An emotion I know not of now.
I will remember your fingers skillfully tracing
My outline, your breath
Against mine as we lay
On the bed you made
Up with new sheets.
I will remember the new
Sheets and your excitement
For them as our sweat moistened
Their crisp newness on that
Balmy early summer evening.
I will forever remember purple:
The color of those sheets;
The color of anything favorite
And happy and nice and You.
But that was then and
Years from now, as I walk
Down the street in a town
That's not this one, my
Fingers interlocked in the
Hand of a man who is not you,
I will see a girl pass
Me by in a lovely purple dress
And I will remember. I will
Remember the night
When that girl was me
And that dress was mine
And that color was yours.
But, there's the rub, the
Sandy rub after a long, hot, sweaty
Perfect day at the beach,
The salt to the sweet of
This all- my brain will store
This, everything, store it away
And I will remember. I will
Remember the leaves that crept
Down your shoulder, permanently
Inked into your freckled skin.
I will remember the look and
The words and the touch.
But will you? Will you remember
The way I smell of
Sunflower and stale smoke
Coming in from the rain, blue
Eyes peaking up from
Rain specked spectacles
Gleaming in the dim light of
Your livingroom?
Because I will, I can't help it.
Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 8:38 PM UTC
Combinatrax. Anything of this persuasion is considered ageless beyond the matrix. Beyond time displacement, space and spaceships beyond the reach of human contemplation.
I battled evil spirits when temperatures were frigid with no mittens crossed wooden bridges over rivers just so these words can be delivered.
Combinatrax. Anything of this persuasion is considered ageless beyond the matrix beyond time displacement beyond the oasis for nothing is complete without every piece.
who's receptive to this message? The tree of life provided me the weapon inside the zodiac divided in sections, categorizing five elements if i wrote this backwards you will still understand my penmanship *****
Lets show them what I see, the letter C, the sea of tranquility, Yemeja proof read this read for me.
Pardon me but i must beacon your attention for more then 10 seconds, this effective mass burial method is so well measured. She calls it the ocean.
I started the trends must I show you again? Normal configurations are dismembered and disconnected self execution methods occur after dawn but before breakfast.
Blood red moon.
Lilith said death is the adjustment to her mood.
Timeless writes rereading keeps you updated destroying frustration **** your favorite this is not a statement but a vibration for those are who are lost but made it..
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 9:02 AM UTC
People have become so familiar
With so many failed love stories
They seek protection from love
Categorizing lovers as peculiar
Keeping at distance from them
Branding the lovers like aliens
They often oppose idea of love
But guys please read all of this
Read that I am obviously fully
Hundred & One Percent Sure
That my love will materialize
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 5:44 AM UTC
I stood on the pill gray surface of a moon with my eyes closed against the pitch. Deafening silence encaptulates me swallowing every cell as I sit cross legged in the stomach of it. I felt her. The pump of her heartbeat colossal in the deep. I dissolve and recoagulate 20 trillion kilometers from her belly. White dwarf her ultraviolet laughter washes over me charring me black. Just beyond the speed of light I fight the cold vacuum spiraling through fathomless rings of planet sized asteroids she has caught within her gravity. I accelerate through her categorizing every element naming some as I go. Her molten core flows pure silver. Radioactive, attractive in totality, she is stealing my electrons and I'm losing all equilibrium. With reckless abandon I arc through her nitrogen ice eyelashes and lips play supernova melting me again into a pool of shimmering metal reflecting her every facet fractaling in infinitum Eye couldn't capture unable to dilate in time. The mind could not comprehend it driving to madness decompressing time. Switching polarity with her smile I float awhile in her warmth basking in total integration. Resting on the glaciers of her clavicles. I run my lips on the molten surface of her neck, and my hands found the small of her back marble smooth in the bitter black. Hair of plasma on obsidian shoulders cradling me as I reform. Her finger like Olympus Mans presses into my arm and she says something that I could not reproduce even after infinities of calculation. In this brand new mode she runs like code. Strands of proteins or DNA playing over mine becoming prime. The restorative gravity that brought us pulls atomicly until we are not.
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 10:27 PM UTC
You are beautiful and flawless and so tiny and perfect i don't understand why you're so sad because your worth is exactly the same if not more of what the sun means to the world. You are the sun in my world its like someone took something so much bigger than what it seems and stuck it into a little nutshell like a chestnut or a kernel of a popcorn or the meat inside a pita you're so amazing words don't even touch it there isn't a combination i could ever give to you or an equation or any sort of math problem that could calculate the value of what you mean to me. To tell you the truth it makes me really upset that i am supposed to be your best friend and i couldn't help you before it got too bad. I should have noticed. And I hate that. I'm so sorry that i couldn't do that and that you didn't feel that you could come to me. If i could take all your pain away and give you every ounce if happiness in the entire galaxy of planets, i would. You are the only person in this world who deserves that much and you may be sad now, but you won't be sad forever. I'm not categorizing you as "depressed" or that you have a fault because you don't. I am weak. I bottle everything up and take it all out on myself through thoughts with no physical action. From this day on i promise i won't ever let you feel like you should be ashamed or nervous to tell me anything i love you you're my sister you're the most amazing person I've ever met and IM lucky to have YOU. The next time you think of picking up that blade of the razor or the edge of those scissors i want you to remember exactly what i just said to you and I want you to try your best to put them down. I don't want you to hate yourself. It's pretty sick that a person would rather **** themselves than be who they are, your worth to me.. Your family..Your That's unconditional love. D.B is worthless to your life in the scheme of things and i know that its going to be hard but all i ask is that you try, i can't expect you to stop as much as i wish i could do something to make that happen i just want to know that you are trying. It's 1:14 and I'm crying and i just love you and I don't want you to do something horrible that could make me lose you forever, when my dad left i felt so worthless like the only love i ever believed in wasn't even true and i know i hide things a lot but i was so close to the edge and i wouldn't have made it through any of that without you. THATS the kid of impact you have made on my life.. And I think that's pretty amazing.
Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 3:35 AM UTC
I'd like to be your space between starting a new sentence and picking the words up from behind dusty knocked over shelves
I'd like to be abstract in the way that you can cut me apart precisely and place me in misunderstood misplaced directions and give me the power to be able to yell at the top of my lungs and call myself art
I'd like to be a thousand miles right of where I am standing because home is the breath where you gather yourself up and home is when you have to stop dancing because your laughing interferes with your drinking and home is this song over and over and over
I'd like to kiss you a thousand miles right of where I am standing but what I am boxing up and categorizing as pain is not unique
it is just pain
I'd like to erase you from me and reach inside my head to free my brain from your rose thorn words like what I need to hear is the only airsource wonder of your distorted reality
I can't tell if I want nothing to do with you or I want everything at once because love is this song and that space and the way I stop from laughing and drinking and dancing love is this homemade pain and love is this art love is every mile
love is all of these indistinguishable thoughts my pain is not profound but I will yell whether the people who have cut me apart view
me as art or not
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 1:47 AM UTC
Label guns drawn
They force us into boxes
Blindly yelling who we are
Consumed with pointed fingers
Looking for easy answers
Categorizing
For strategizing
Who they want for fraternizing
Humans prepped
Know it's just a broke machine
Those aware
Come from what we choose to leave
Hard hats worn
To protect
From their obscenities
They work so hard
But can't define
Who we decide to be
E.Poe
January 2014
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 2:20 PM UTC
The technocracy gathers the museum pieces categorizing ideally to undermine and de-emphasizing objective understanding for the sub-categorized priest-craft, drafting a temporal framework for God. In bargaining as it accentuates its void for evangelism.
This classification, this legal ordinance, this academic dissertation and that context of its time.
Then Mary...
© S. Wesley Mcgranor
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 12:16 AM UTC
and this is a body
no two be the same
nor know other games
just riding front seat in the shotty
This is a crash spot
and this is a safe rock
I'll bet I'll make the sky knock
on any given day lot
Battle sounds commence from the subbourbon style spindle
watch it as it dwindles make the whole thing *******
smooth out the rug and the ripples in the universe
I'm knew to the sacred curse,
and the flip sided eye, where good end evil always tie
tell the truth about a bunch of lies and take the time to solarize
darth vader's out of breath and luke wonders what is left
I guess it's out of step to take your very father and his neck
ride on the verse of jesus' name
virtuous atrocity subjected to society
internet infected and brimmed with idea
pursuing motivation in a the middle of an ikea
categorizing everyday humans of banter
Nov 15, 2011
Nov 15, 2011 at 8:20 PM UTC
Labeling labels,
Categorizing divides.
Envisage division:
It is not visionary.
Illusion's melody rings crystal bells in my drums.
(beat)
So out of time,
My tongue with my mind.
Somewhere in the process between the conception of a thought to the articulation of that idea,
Ripe fruits rot and fresh seeds are censored, over analyzed and watered until they drown.
Enthusiastic wonderings chase the boat of a moving tongue,
But a distorted image I project unto myself,
And to you.
Tongue is held...
Boat missed.
A label I staple to these
(prison)
Cell walls.
Trapped steam won't cease to rattle this kettle.
And so,
Under confident musings will wilt,
fold,
And
t
r
i
c
k
l
e
a
w
a
y
But they will forever be buried in the soil of my blood,
So if someone is to find me and has the time to spare,
Let them take a *****
And dig.
May 2010
Dec 23, 2010
Dec 23, 2010 at 1:19 PM UTC
we've been fighting over the same things for thousands of years
religion, money, power, land
things that keep us separate
things that keep us fighting
keeping us in the dark
shouldn't we have realized by now
that categorizing humans stagnates progression
because when you're blinded by
ego
hate
ignorance
"differences"
how will you know which direction is forward?
What makes us different
can not compare
to reasons we're the same.
we're the same, don't they understand?
'they' love
we love
'they' pretend salt water has never flooded their eyes
and us,
well, we pretend too.
And though we have yet to see their tears,
and they have yet to notice ours
the blind can still feel
the blind can still listen
the blind can still hope
the blind can still pretend
Pretending we don't all shut our eyes every night,
hoping things will be alright.
hoping blindly
they/us/we
will open our eyes tomorrow
and stop fighting those who love and cry like us.
Realize how alike we humans are.
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 4:51 PM UTC
What a disgusting notion, love is
Who would want to get so close
Without knowing if the other feels similar
Rejection akin to getting hit by a car
Really no reason to chase one person
When they were never yours at all
People are people, nothing more
Trying to find the perfect one, what a chore
Yet here we are getting all wrapped up
In a world of hoping for love and trust
But crashing down into a pit of lies
Our body made of false hope, covered in flies
A person hoping, now cursing
A fate all knowing, now laughing
A bond of trusting, now reversing
A love waiting, now leaving
When I stand next to others I hesitate
Waiting for them to look and judge me
Eyes categorizing who I am
As if they can determine where I stand
So how could bring myself to love
People like that who can't see
Blind to everyone but themselves
Judging all the covers on the bookshelves
But I can't stop myself sometimes
When I see someone who is different
Shattering my pessimism and despair
Finally my pain isn't only mine to bear
A blind man crying, now seeing
A bystander waiting, now shoving
A man fallen, now believing
A lone soul, now loving
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 10:49 PM UTC
Act one, scene one
Decide your stance
Get a glimpse now
See us freaks
Ohhhhhhhhh!
You act like depression is a game
Two cards and a loss
Gamble the odds of life and death
We’re all a bit crazy
Hiding in the mirror,
Hiding in the mirror
You act like depression is a game
But you never took it seriously
You never took me seriously.
You doubt me, you think I’m a freak
(But you’re not wrong)
So play my game
You’ll never be the same.
But now the noose is round my neck
And I’m ready to go to hell.
You act like depression is a game
But just wait ‘till the world forgets my name.
Wanna see a magic trick?
I’ll leave the world
Give me 20 seconds and
I’ll leave the world.
You’re gonna cleanse the world from us freakshows,
But what you don’t understand
I’ve got the universe in my hands
Moving yo’ ******* like chess pieces
The freaks make it happen
We make it happen.
Oh, you were sick from the start
Categorizing all that you see
But as long as you keep judging,
You won’t know the first thing ‘bout me
Some people hide behind labels
People like me show the world.
And all your rebuttals
The things that don’t make sense
And we know
We know
We know.
The warfare that claims us all!
Middle fingers up, let’s go!
Join me, all you freak shows
Druggies and all
***** and all
Daddy issues and all!
Calling all freakshows.
Yeah we just want to die
We just wanna die
No one wants to ******* die!
You condemn me for what I say
You just want me to shut the **** up
Bite my tongue off, mouth full of blood
I bite my tongue, you bite my lip
A mouthful of saliva, you can’t even handle me
***** don’t speak to me
You’re obsessed with ***
And no one checks
Where’s your morality?
I take a breath, a single breath
As I feel your bones rise off my chest
What a relief it is that you’re just like me.
This is your song, little angel
Only because you’re a freakshow, too.
So as depression calls my name,
I’ll make sure you remember my name.
So bow down!
***** bow down!
You thought this depression was a joke
So make me happy
Make me happy
Just another *****
Just another pitch
And just wait
Sensor, sensor
Sensor the children
Sensor your mouth
Don’t be obscene
Issues, issues
Lord knows I’ve got em.
My heads spinning like a go round’
I’ve been round
I’ve been here
Call me crazy ‘cause I dare speak
Hush my mouth, little mama, I don’t wanna speak
Call me a freak
Make me a freak
All I want to be is a freak
Freak
Freak
******* freakshow
So join me
Join me
Bring me your depression
Bring me your noose
Bring me your lust
Bring me your knives
Bring me your problems
And I’ll show you a mother ******* freakshow!
May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 5:16 PM UTC
No matter how many we have diversities and
Nowadays they’re trying to tear us apart
We are all human at the end of the day.
We cry, we laugh and we love.
What really matters is our personalities that shape our heart.
Categorizing us depending on where we came from,
Putting us into categories and when we don’t fit them,
Calling out our names as ‘weird’ or ‘alien’.
Even deciding who to fall in love with instead of us.
Dreadful, dusty and rusty those minds are,
They think that everything should fit into their ‘categories’.
Don’t even know they that those categories don’t exist.
Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 2:52 PM UTC
I am twisted.
As self-inflicted
fissures
crack
from all the pressure
that fizzles within,
not from soda or gin
but from my growing discontent
as I contend
with this trend
Of infantilizing
women and men,
this categorizing
everything improperly
for the sake of comfort,
consistency, and certainty
labeling things
that need no label
instead of just letting beautiful things
be complicated and interesting.
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 10:21 AM UTC
The guy
Always on the lookout for evidence.
Death
Time
What's it about?
Nobody knows
And the guy knows "You're lucky" is true
But what the **** is going on?
I don't want to rest in peace.
I want to live in strength.
******
A fool
Categorizing life in my own dumb irrelevant categories.
Like a fool.
But I LOVE it all.
Be grateful alive.
Feel sensations, I get all that.
But I must note this terror and dread of death
Such a part of my experience.
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 4:57 AM UTC
When I first heard about the concept of love
All I was taught
Was overwhelming
heart-pumping
lips quivering
speech stuttering
palms sweating
mind boggling
Love.
No one bothered to say a word about
Lust.
about how attraction
did not always mean
Love.
I started throwing away good things because
I was underwhelmed
My heart was keeping a pretty steady pace
My lips were plastered in a smile
My speech was as smooth as the sea
My palms were closer to the Sahara than the Mediterranean
And my mind,
well, my mind was wondering what do I do next?
My mind was categorizing this man as
a friend.
Because for some reason
I am not allowed to have control of myself
while I am talking to a male I am attracted to
For some reason
he has to make me feel a certain type of way
in order to be someone I love.
For some reason
this was the only way to know
who I was in love with.
The truth is,
that man ,
the one who clearly wasn't my soul mate,
is now my best friend
the love of my life.
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 7:51 PM UTC
Leather and oak
Whiskey and smoke
Exhaled in a languid defense
Of an evening that’s spent
In a mist of ferment
That eventually lifts all pretense
Quietly tight
As you sip through a night
Of forgetting the reason you came
Asking, no doubt
What your life is about
And then looking for someone to blame
Feeling at ease
‘Til the moment you seize
On a thought that you thought you had lost
Wondering why
You believed in the lie
And then categorizing the cost
Leaving a tip
Like a bargaining chip
To the sad patron saint of the waiting
Hoping to gain
Some relief from the pain
In the arms of sweet equivocating
On your way home
You’re no longer alone
As you walk about talk about trust
Like a moth to the flame
You dissolve in the shame
Of the heat and the light of your lust
In the morning once more
You have evened the score
And your ego’s exacted its price
So you say your goodbye
And you try not to cry
For the loneliest act of your life
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 1:28 PM UTC
(5) 11:55 11:56 11:57 11:58
the moon rolls out and you're still awake
school starts in 7 hours but it's okay
"I'll just glide through class half asleep, half awake."
(10) did it even occur to you that people care about you more than you think?
like your mom, dad, friends, her or me?
when I say her I mean ya girl because I'm not sure of her name
you've never mentioned her to me until 3/23/15
but **** it, tip buckets, kick rocks cause life zooms in a flash
(15) cause when you're older it won't matter about the money and CASH
I mean it will because everything in America is revolved around money
but at least you'll have good finance and a fine *** honey
sooner or later you will realize who is important
you'll remember that person or phrase that made life seem un-shortened
(20) you'll remember the face that left an imprint in your heart
that every time you see them you would re-meet them from the start
you're mysterious like a plot off of goosebumps
not slimy grimy or gross the part where you get butterflies in your stomach
not sure how that ties in with the series
but it makes sense to me, oddly
(25) you seem like you find euphoria in loneliness, but you probably don't
I'm categorizing you again with my heart of stone
creativity flows within you, I can see it within the hazel
even though I've never seen you face to face, I know I've seen you cause I'm able
right minded, but you talk with your left brain
(30) music whirls within your soul, but you speak like politician, John McCain
great lover I can tell with the way you tweet
I know you love your momma like Norman Stark loves the sea
I know you got sweet talk in between your white teeth
I know that you use it, maybe not towards me
(35) I'll never forget you JPSM, or should I call you jack?
you never told what the PSM meant in fact
or maybe I never asked, or maybe I'll leave it quite mysterious
disclaimer: after you read this line, I'll probably end up deleting this
- k.a.o
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 12:57 PM UTC
They speak of labels
like it's the new fashion trend
Or as if they're all down with OCD
These restless little aliens
Absolutely love the Idea of categorizing
Then moved in, the new issue in town
Ms Gender Barrier
And these pretty aliens fail to give warming welcomes
Despite accepting Ms Gender Barrier's visa
To settle among us
and become part of our colourful society
Before I used to be just ME
My Identity is my Name
But now that we are practicing the art of Acceptance
We're pretty diverse in all aspects
And these self proclaimed scientific aliens
made it their life goal mission
to Analyse my life and ofcourse
Yours
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 9:39 PM UTC