"collate" poems
Don't water a dead flower,
you'll waste your time,
it won't grow, it won't fix.
it's already dead, it's already gone..
Don't try to collate a burnt photo,
you'll confuse yourself,
you won't ever find the missing pieces,
it's already burnt, it's already gone..
Don't mend a broken vase,
you'll hurt yourself,
it won't be perfect as used to be, it won't fix.
it's already broken, it's already gone..
because maybe, you only need another beautiful flower, or a new marvellous vase, or the new chapter of your life that you capture in a new photograph, to simply makes you happy.
last of all,
Don't try to fix a dead relationship,
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 7:37 AM UTC
Drip yourself into a cup
Fill up your body with antiquity
Let the collagen insist
An allegory of Capricorn
Memories crystallised
Settled in
Forevers harvest
Insensitive
Misconstrued chemical
Collective symmetry's sin
A condition, livid
Fleeting in Human imagery
Ships break
Loop our tongued
Hands, tossed in Dramamine
Whittled in a succession of malleable fashion
Talent spilled spread in supper
Collate our atrophy
And drink from baroness
Flavours tarnished
Super-collider
Blood soaked in Gematria
A garden of totality
High brow comparison
Entitled in your vacuous stigma
Forever burning
In the lesser key of Solomon
28 daemon
Tessellation in trigonometry
Temperance towards an infinite
Champion of mind, complex
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 9:57 PM UTC
Particles collate, clouds gather
An uprising it seems, stronger together
Resolute it stands, till it holds no further
As any body collapses, under mounting pressure
Little drops to torrential downpour
The inconvenience it brings, just what we abhor
Struggle we must with virtuous patience
If we are to enjoy befallen petrichor
Trees are fed, flowers bloom
From this garden, brilliance loom
As all things present, this too is transient
A reality so poignant, about an existence impermanent
Leaves frail, flowers wither
Consumed by soil from which it consumed
No such thing as eternal bliss
Such are the laws of our symbiosis
We arrive from dust and depart as stench
A reality from which, we shouldn't flinch
As we gaze into a horizon so eternal
All we have, are moments so ephemeral
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 7:35 AM UTC
she asked for
a birthday calendar
simplistic in design
quite endearing
nonetheless
to collate
each and every
important date
mark them down
in her neatest
clearest handwriting
she thought that
if she hung it
in pride of place
on the wall
by the kitchen door
her eye would
be drawn to it
each time
she left the room
she would not
forget to send
the appropriate message
of congratulations
and many happy returns
when needed
or expected;
yet although
the calendar may
coincidentally
be showing
the correct month
it has remained
on that page
untouched
ignored or
unheeded
for the past
eleven months
Jan 30, 2023
Jan 30, 2023 at 10:02 AM UTC
Vertebrate beginnings,
I collate each chordates morphological traits
Striving to understand their profuse, evolutionary attributes.
Memorize the fusion of Latin and Greek roots
Interwoven just enough to complicate
Instead of differentiate inarticulate invertebrates.
Inhibitions confine to an educational institution
Discombobulated and ready to *******
graduate.
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 12:57 AM UTC
Alphabet soup
I could never tell their order, for they all came out so fast
All the letters in the alphabet, all came with a blast
Words I did not recognise, words I did not choose
All of the letters they kept scrambling
All of them amused.
I see them all before me,
A vast ocean full of glee.
Words becoming sentences
Grammatically painting pictures
For one and all to see.
I see pictures from the present
I see pictures from the past
I see pictures in natures many guises
Some of them cast to last
I read of the mystical meandering, that comes from within Pandora’s Box
I read of the mythical dimensions, of Devinci his ruse that seekers seek to unlock
I read of the magical new beginnings, in nature as seasons produce its flocks
I read of the wonders of the universe, bequeathed by scientists since time started the ticking of its clock
All the wonderful letters bequeathed to those that note,
All the wonders of the mind, its senses from which the stories float.
All these special visions’ artists choose to collate,
All these special pictures writers choose to paint.
(c) 12.14
Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 12:34 PM UTC
I die every single day. It comes slowly, gas leaking out of a tank; a river drying up to a trickle. It has taken years to notice, but here I am: On empty. In a muddy riverbed.
Standing on the short timeline of my life, I look back at the man of the past. The man is not myself, and yet he is more complete than me. He is younger – yes – but brimming with delight. He knows nothing of Walls and Comments and Likes, and yet he is whole. He has no outlet for his happiness other than his own physical canvas. His sadness is absolute and crushing, but it belongs to him.
I am not he.
I am the autumn of his soul.
There is an emptiness inside me.
It has not grown like the lines on my face nor the aches in my bones. It is something immeasurable.
I want to step out of my own identity.
I want to live in a construct that is more unique than my own.
We talk of living vicariously through others, but I live vicariously through myself. I live ten feet behind and thirty seconds after my own person. I watch the man in front of me go through every motion, and I feel nothing. I notate the changes, categorize the achievements, collate the emotions, and I feel nothing. On paper, I look quite good. Great things make headlines. Pictures show unforgettable memories, laughter, joy, and contentment.
And every feeling of inadequacy, vulnerability, shame, doubt, and fear is greeted with a blind eye.
The more my construct grows, the more I diminish.
I am the Portrait of Dorian Gray, reversed.
Each day the picture is more successful, happy, wealthy, and loved.
And the man weakens and decays.
I am frightened of what I’ve become.
If there is a way to halt this, I spend every day searching for it. Perhaps, in moments of looking into another’s eyes, I can hide from nothing. At those times, the construct falls away, and the man on the timeline comes crashing into the present.
I wonder who will greet me in the morning. Will the Man diminish, or will the Portrait grow fainter instead?
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 11:05 AM UTC
A word gathering dust on my internal junk shelf,
Inseparable, it would seem, from my ego.
Assuredly it seems just a threat to my health;
It's a surefire harm to my heart, this I know.
But once given the chance to examine my state,
As impossible as it seemed to let go,
I saw glimpses of wisdom, redemptions of fate,
Which swore to this word’s worth, its quo.
For when read alone, on a page in my mind,
The “him” was the syllabic gong that rang twelfth.
But I took a fresh gaze, and upon my collate
Saw its syllabic partner alone; saw the “self.”
My “self,” I then saw, was discovered through “him;”
Made naked, and shivering, and new.
He’d unveiled hottest passions, and fears, with great stealth.
So “him” I can thank, now the word’s split in two.
Driven apart by an unlikely shim,
I have his remains, but see more clearly my “self.”
The dust I will likely now brush off my shelf,
For uttering the loveliest elision since “him.”
Jun 4, 2012
Jun 4, 2012 at 1:42 AM UTC
Mist
Irrelevant timeless drift moisture in a collate state triggers dispersion of thoughts and intent what to
Pursue an airy void trouble and worry automatically release the hold on the mind and heart to become
One with density and mystery the familiar evaporates it lays thick and low on the country lane just a
Haze a disjointed broken maze comfort it announces in the softest tingled ease touches your cheeks
What pleasing sensation engulfs you the freedom the same way that fire and colored lights hold you
Transfixed childlike wonder to question to ponder the unseen and the unknown without caution the only stumbling will be that of surprise a gentle moist kiss a touch of a cool hand it is time to assemble
In all the places that are at other times forbidden but now all restrictions are lifted those submerged
Weighty thoughts begin to rise they sway with the sweetest rhythms an unheard but felt symphony
Accost your deepest emotions go with the flow release your inhibitions to the undertow take up the
Oars of this imaginary boat paddle out in deep waves add the silver streaks of moonlight you are only
The lightest shadow mix with all of existence restore depleted stores that were wasted and burned up in
The chaos of life you possess powers that run beyond all reason answer this how long are you going to
Last surge with that truth lay down many items inferior to your nature pick up the bright pulsating bars
Of energy drain them then lay them aside march in the heady knowledge an immortal stands here and is
Passing through the shallows of an earthy walk to strands invisible and their treasures are indescribable
They are my inheritance now they too are surrounded by a mist this day I have bridged the gulf and
United the two the secret place of the most high is to be my dwelling place I think I can soldier on until
My change comes and it will but until it does periodically I will come and sojourn in this tapestry of the
Gloaming and be reborn refashioned by truth that destroys all enemies and affords to me victory
Nov 17, 2011
Nov 17, 2011 at 3:53 AM UTC
Irrelevant timeless drift moisture in a collate state triggers dispersion of thoughts and intent what to
Pursue an airy void trouble and worry automatically release the hold on the mind and heart to become
One with density and mystery the familiar evaporates it lays thick and low on the country lane just a
Haze a disjointed broken maze comfort it announces in the softest tingled ease touches your cheeks
What pleasing sensation engulfs you the freedom the same way that fire and colored lights hold you
Transfixed childlike wonder to question to ponder the unseen and the unknown without caution the only stumbling will be that of surprise a gentle moist kiss a touch of a cool hand it is time to assemble
In all the places that are at other times forbidden but now all restrictions are lifted those submerged
Weighty thoughts begin to rise they sway with the sweetest rhythms an unheard but felt symphony
Accost your deepest emotions go with the flow release your inhibitions to the undertow take up the
Oars of this imaginary boat paddle out in deep waves add the silver streaks of moonlight you are only
The lightest shadow mix with all of existence restore depleted stores that were wasted and burned up in
The chaos of life you possess powers that run beyond all reason answer this how long are you going to
Last surge with that truth lay down many items inferior to your nature pick up the bright pulsating bars
Of energy drain them then lay them aside march in the heady knowledge an immortal stands here and is
Passing through the shallows of an earthy walk to strands invisible and their treasures are indescribable
They are my inheritance now they too are surrounded by a mist this day I have bridged the gulf and
United the two the secret place of the most high is to be my dwelling place I think I can soldier on until
My change comes and it will but until it does periodically I will come and sojourn in this tapestry of the
Gloaming and be reborn refashioned by truth that destroys all enemies and affords to me victory
Sep 26, 2012
Sep 26, 2012 at 9:56 PM UTC
Pull down the kiss-me mistletoe, box up the decorations,
Raise not a glass of merry cheer to toast the congregation;
Look through the pane to fairy lights that flicker blue and red
To cast their light upon the white snow-laden garden bed
*voices creep from wall to wall
down spiral stairs, down darkened hall,
down basement steps they coo and call
for innocence now shed*
Pick up the bricks and colored pens, wash up pineapple plate,
Dust off the tapped untested phone as looming thoughts collate;
Gaze not toward the basement door, dispel it from your head,
Rest weary limbs to soothing hymns to right the world instead
*shadows lengthen, shadows fall
to mirror blackened velvet pall
that drapes around you like a shawl
and covers you in dread*
Put down the morning newspapers, switch off the TV set,
Unwanted stark reminders of a day you can't forget;
Avoid all conversations of a thing best left unsaid,
Withdraw inside where you can hide as evil rumors spread
*whispers linger, whispers maul
at senses locked in sharp recall
to try to make sense of it all
when innocence is dead*
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 10:16 AM UTC
Things we used to be
Or rather that which we are still
We as in I
I as in you
You as in me
Just a pair of eyes
Disembodied, disinherited
Then a word or two
Spoken uncertainly, with imperfect diction
Next came a body coated matte
Appearance totally flat
A reprisal of the reeling mind
Discontented, self remarked
Struck like fells of flak shells
Wrack
Emotive motion to inhale pain pill smoke
Foiled
Spoiled through imparts of ignorance
Palette saturated, severance pre-packed
Wheeze ever
A bio beat box, palpitate off tempo
Disharmony collate
Chaos culture, we the cancer self-castrating earth
Bastardized with sickly sounding mirth
Loudest, proudest, irreverent
Disclaimers
Naked
Reclamation
The origin known as nature
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 7:57 PM UTC
I was the queen in quest of your dreaming teens
You were in race to trace my grace of beaming beauty
Your shower of love was to catch my fragrant flower
Life was like amusing laser show for a major glow
A fresh breeze of life I felt in your lifelong lease of love
Your fast love at first sight was forthright, I saw it so
Your love was on a broadband channel, I surmised,
On high frequency at matching wave length you promised
Love was in fairy air you craved, cared n’ carried thru’
I molded to your mauls, for I rejoiced your choice
I was mild and yielding as you stepped up wielding
Rendered and surrendered to your shabby game of love
You left the fruit of your lust in my lap in a decade’s gap.
Embroiled in undue deal, you now embraced
Unhealthy wealth than wealthy health
Lavish lust, peevish love and selfish life
Lo, love is to collate not to collide n’ collapse
I feel sad when our lad says my dad is bad
My love was one popped up from heart
Your love pepped up from crazy corner
The kid is keen to pick up your kiss
Welcome to hold me to your fold, don’t miss
All I need is your towering love
Not your quivering ivory tower.
All I wish you is not to rewind
Your tampered tape on kin akin
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 7:31 AM UTC
Irrelevant timeless drift moisture in a collate state triggers dispersion of thoughts and intent what to
Pursue an airy void trouble and worry automatically release the hold on the mind and heart to become
One with density and mystery the familiar evaporates it lays thick and low on the country lane just a
Haze a disjointed broken maze comfort it announces in the softest tingled ease touches your cheeks
What pleasing sensation engulfs you the freedom the same way that fire and colored lights hold you
Transfixed childlike wonder to question to ponder the unseen and the unknown without caution the only stumbling will be that of surprise a gentle moist kiss a touch of a cool hand it is time to assemble
In all the places that are at other times forbidden but now all restrictions are lifted those submerged
Weighty thoughts begin to rise they sway with the sweetest rhythms an unheard but felt symphony
Accost your deepest emotions go with the flow release your inhibitions to the undertow take up the
Oars of this imaginary boat paddle out in deep waves add the silver streaks of moonlight you are only
The lightest shadow mix with all of existence restore depleted stores that were wasted and burned up in
The chaos of life you possess powers that run beyond all reason answer this how long are you going to
Last surge with that truth lay down many items inferior to your nature pick up the bright pulsating bars
Of energy drain them then lay them aside march in the heady knowledge an immortal stands here and is
Passing through the shallows of an earthy walk to strands invisible and their treasures are indescribable
They are my inheritance now they too are surrounded by a mist this day I have bridged the gulf and
United the two the secret place of the most high is to be my dwelling place I think I can soldier on until
My change comes and it will but until it does periodically I will come and sojourn in this tapestry of the
Gloaming and be reborn refashioned by truth that destroys all enemies and affords to me victory
Dec 16, 2012
Dec 16, 2012 at 6:45 PM UTC
I have grown to be unknown
invisible like the dew
hiding behind buildings
and gliding through passages.
My charm is as un-noticed
as the workshop apprentice,
my words unheard, voice absurd
to the premeditated busy man
briskly moving through the crowd.
I myself collate my actions,
but for anyone to give a deeper glance
well I just leave that upto chance.
Dec 13, 2020
Dec 13, 2020 at 8:45 AM UTC
it feels like lying on the edge of your bed
and you try not to fall
it feels like trying to figure out your head
but you don't have the ball
you want it to be like this and like that
but nothing seems right
it feels like dark hallways in a midnight late
and you expect jump scares in fright
i feel like a rat eyeing cheese in a trap
run away gets me nothing, try to get it i might die
i questioned why i keep running into mistakes and mishaps
i'm a strained cat try to claim the tiger's eye
in a group i'm probably the most unskilled
in a battle i'm most likely the first one who get killed
"where the heck you even got all those courage?" they say
"when among these shiny sharp needles, you're the only hay"
i'm fully aware i'm not the creme de la creme
let alone try to resolve these glimpses of dreams
but along this journey i started to realize
it's not the goal they convey that you need to emphasize
it's the feelings, the laughs, the cries, and the stumbles
the obstacles you had overcome after so long it got you shattered
and maybe you'll get to understand a thing or two
that happiness can also rely in a tale of woe
i've been here for too long, but i rarely have the gut
like an endless carousel, words and thoughts are still spinning in my head
it's too complex to collate, i'm not a poet laureate
and you'd still hardly understand, i might as well do charade
what i know is i should have had no regret, it's supposed to be meaningful
another lessons learned, another clemency for this clueless fool
this will end in no time, the ride is on hurry
final year is months away, and i'm scared as can be
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 7:37 AM UTC
hough aiming forward we are losing ground
hearts may be filled with hope but our hard fate
is to be weighed and valued pound by pound
as the remainders of a great estate
the counters' duty it is to collate
what goes to storage and what to the worm
what will be buried to build up the berm
and what parts of the fortune they might keep
those who are watching are the very firm
our place is taken and we have to sleep
so much of what is said is to confound
the ones whose task it is to count and rate
the complete measure within proper bound
they aren't allowed to lie nor to inflate
the tiny parcels into something great
but must agree the winner is the germ
that strikes the mighty hard as they might squirm
and into every corner seems to creep
it's certain victory we can't affirm
our place is taken and we have to sleep
we wanted to astonish and astound
win the reward of gold and silver plate
have banknotes piled up in a giant mound
cart off bright jewels in a well-made crate
these are not the conditions we instate
we find ourselves most rotten and infirm
unable now to generate a therm
nor over lowest bar ever to leap
our weakness any fool now could confirm
our place is taken and we have to sleep
prince you may rule us for a certain term
since none of us has power to reaffirm
just what we were nor what we had to keep
within our power nor underneath each derm
our place is taken and we have to sleep
Jul 6, 2011
Jul 6, 2011 at 5:20 AM UTC
Darkness veils my thoughts
Not gentle, or inviting to sleep
No an intense choking of them
A blackness you cannot imagine
A feeling of alone you can't describe
Not the first time, but may be the last
Like a tight restraint
There can be no clarity
Just a wanton lust for self destruction
Anxiety feeds its depths
A burning tight grip in the chest
Sinister your thoughts collate
Not segmented, oh no
They spiral out of control
They have no place here
Yet have no other home
You're in turmoil and beg for release
Held to mortality by a strand
It's threads thining with each attack
Yet you may see me smile
I don't condemn you for not seeing
You just wouldn't understand
If I tried to explain I'd scare you
You can't comprehend such pain
I die a little more each day
I know not what keeps me here now
Is this simply an existence rather than life
Darkness veils my thoughts
Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 9:13 PM UTC
My highway is blocked up
I can't even get ******
and here I am inside
writing on my own
Like a march hare on ****
I want to bust my records
but it's causing a poetic traffic jam
I just can't collate all my writes
It's a poetic traffic jam
a all out sham
and if it goes to my will
all will soon understand
The march to heaven is hard and long
but the light I see will never be gone
I mean to bring back the glory
the glory of her and my being
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC
It's been a long time naturally,
That'll I'll cry myself to sleep,
Soothingly,
Exhaust the brain until thinking isn't able,
Wash your cheeks dry with the memorys,
Pain doesn't go away Exspecially on cloudy,
Days,
This void radiates out of my chest,
You filled it so well...
Collate the broken shells of life...
I hate being human.
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 1:24 AM UTC
Minuscule millions
Shot from little cannon
Passionate, Jostle,
One and only one,
The king in thirst
Champions the cause
And strikes the target
The queen in quest
Hosts, nestles primitive cell
That splits infinitely
To finite and figure out
Cells celebrate, proliferate,
Churn, collate, calibrate,
Format, animate anatomy
In fixed flexible capsule,
As nine full moons pass by
Consul flushed out of flesh
Soul lit the light
At its zero exit
To the shrill cry of entity
The glow begins to grow.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 7:53 AM UTC
Thoughts— my head as their axis
I lie on bed sleepless and stiff
My mom always says
"Count down to lull yourself"
One hundred
I remember holding you
And how our skin drifted
As what I feared but never anticipated
Ninety-nine
With you, every stars align
Our hands gracefully entwined
But how could they keep me confined?
Ninety-eight
Puzzled minds collate
The same minds that rotate
Turning around, finding their fate
Ninety-seven
This is how you bet and always win
How you bet and leave me thinkin'
How do I win to make us even?
Ninety-six
I find myself falling into your tricks
The sweetest ones but never the realest
They made me sane then made me sick
Ninety-five
I'm the bee protecting my hive
From you, the bear,
trying to steal what keeps me alive
Ninety-four
I've got a lot to explore
More on your unspoken gestures
You shut your eyes, when you mean the door
Ninety-three
I dive into you when you're a vast sea
While your tide is tossing me
Slowly setting me free
Ninety-two
If you are one shade of hue
You are neither red nor blue
Your are the color that symbolizes adieu
Ninety-one
With my flowing shirt and messy hair bun
You utter words that left me stunned
You end it all when it's undone
Ninety
Mom, this is not letting me sleep but is killing me
If I reach one, I'd greet the sun dreadfully
Is counting down to sleep really an agony?
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 5:54 AM UTC
I was the queen in quest of your dreaming teens
You were in race to trace my grace of beaming beauty
Your shower of love was to catch my fragrant flower
Life was like amusing laser show for a major glow
A fresh breeze of life I felt in your lifelong lease of love
Your fast love at first sight was forthright, I saw it so
Your love was on a broadband channel, I surmised,
On high frequency at matching wave length you promised
Love was in fairy air you craved, cared n’ carried thru’
I molded to your mauls, for I rejoiced your choice
I was mild and yielding as you stepped up wielding
Rendered and surrendered to your shabby game of love
You left the fruit of your lust in my lap in a decade’s gap.
Embroiled in undue deal, you now embraced
Unhealthy wealth than wealthy health
Lavish lust, peevish love and selfish life
Lo, love is to collate not to collide n’ collapse
I feel sad when our lad says my dad is bad
My love was one popped up from heart
Your love pepped up from crazy corner
The kid is keen to pick up your kiss
Welcome to hold me to your fold, don’t miss
All I need is your towering love
Not your quivering ivory tower.
All I wish you is not to rewind
Your tampered tape on kin akin
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 10:33 AM UTC
To acquire knowledge is my all
to collate information my goal
I mastered in the science
yet that is not enough, I want it all
I want to break all the walls down
show the worth within me
see I am still at collage
for the acquisition of knowledge
I don't talk to people when in the zone
I like to be left utterly alone
for I am a mother f**king lord
lord of chaos super nova star
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 7:29 AM UTC
Upstairs
The room
Witness
Our affair
We spoon
Numbness
The past
Is gone
Yesterday
Surpassed
Thereupon
Hurray
Strangers
We were
Destiny
Differs
Unaware
Surprisingly
The facets
Of our lives
Outshine
In a duet
Captives
We lie
Amorous
Embrace
Intense
Coitus
Enlaced
We trance
The wait
Was long
But the moon
Collate
Us along
In a cocoon
April 16, 2012
G.
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 7:45 AM UTC