"conjugating" poems
Black
To see nothing.
White
To see that there is nothing.
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 9:27 AM UTC
Souvenir/To Remember
Je me souviens innocence, but not what it feels like anymore.
Just that first french kiss, enough to do my childhood in.
Tu te souviens buying your first bra.
Unsure of whether to wear it or not.
Confused about the clasp and all its pregnant meaning.
Il se souvient collecting kisses blown from his mother.
Storing them in mason jars covered in stickers.
Elle se souvient picking watermelon from her daddy's garden.
Rolling them inside when they weighed more than her.
Nous nous souvenons keeping secrets from our loved ones.
Waiting for God to punish us.
Living with the guilt that followed.
Vous vous souvenez a time when the appendix was not just vestigial.
Remember a time when you did more than med school.
Ils se souviennent the night they met.
On a segregated 8th grade dance floor.
Their cheeks red from all that not asking.
Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC
Confusion leads to negative thoughts,
and yet my heart will never stray,
many battles I have fought,
to live with you in this day.
My mind continues to wonder,
conjugating a mess inside,
causes actions of blunder,
wishing that I would soon die.
My heart begins to decipher,
asking "what's truly going on?"
am I really that crazy?
why am I in the wrong?
How don't you understand me?
it's simpler than you think,
when will I be free?
where's the connection, the link?
Your confusion frustrates me,
have you even tried?
I just want to be understood,
I don't want to hide.
Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 11:20 PM UTC
***conjugating
thought and action,
is harder than it looks this
morning***
think
get out of bed
act
hit snooze button
think
drink coffee
act
miss mouth, wear coffee
think
what to do next
act
blank look
think
rewind start again
act
go back to bed
........
conjunct made
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 4:27 PM UTC
I am over this "happiness is a mindset"-"find a love that makes you forget you were ever depressed"-"medication changes your personality"-"just think happy thoughts"-"have you tried yoga?" ********
Nowadays, everyone has self diagnosed depression- and won't shut up about it.
And now when I say "I've had manic-depression and was diagnosed with it when I was 9." what most people think I mean was "I need attention, and I have to be like everybody else."- tumblr is my life- ********
Happiness is a mindset that I was never wired to have, and I am not in control of changing the programming from the inside. I cannot forget that I was ever depressed, when I have known depression since I took my first breath of fresh air out of the womb- as if it's woven into the very fabric of my skin- and I know my skin about as well as I know myself and I've been stuck with both my entire life- an invisible twin that I never ******* asked for. Sure, medication changes my personality-. It makes me function like a normal human being, instead of one that wants to swallow all of those pills and stop breathing- for no reason other than a lack of the same chemicals you can find in that pill that I take into my mouth and swallow every day as if it is my soul that I am swallowing, and not a chalky, white tablet. I cannot think happy thoughts when that it a language that I do not speak and no matter how I have tried to learn, I just can't seem to get the grammatical structure correct- don't even get me started about conjugating verbs because my depression prevents me from doing a ******* thing anyways. I cannot just do some ******* yoga, because all that does is make my body stronger- it cannot alter and rewire my brain to suddenly do something it's never done, and I cannot begin to tell you all of the ways my therapist and I have tried to figure out a way to wave a magical ******* wand and suddenly I'm cured, and how my therapist definitely is not a ******* fairy, and my psychiatrist is really just my potions master, how I've been on **** near every kind of pill, how those pills have kept me alive, how if I miss even one dose, suddenly I imagine how jumping off of a building is the exact way that I want to end this agony- but with no reason to jump, nothing pushing me. Except maybe the fact that having manic depression, gives me more depression- like a never ending plant that just is.. always in ******* season, and boy do I have some ******* allergies.
I cannot begin to tell you how it felt to be 9 years old when my father sat me down and asked me point blank "Honey- you look sad, all the time. Why are you sad?" and bursting into tears like a water fountain bursting a pipe and saying "Daddy, I don't know. I just am. I always am."
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 11:30 AM UTC
conjugating,
thought and action,
is harder than it looks this morning,
think,
get out of bed.
act,
hit snooze button.
think,
drink coffee.
act,
miss mouth, wear coffee.
think,
what to do next?
act,
blank look.
think,
rewind start again.
act,
go back to bed.
conjunct made!!!
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 6:50 PM UTC
in spanish we were
conjugating verbs-
hablar=halbo
(if you want it to
mean 'I talk')
hablas if you
want it to mean
He/She/It talks.
and so on.
by the third infinitve,
my mind completely
d r i f t e d
by then.
at that time,
i thought of your eyes
and how they light
up the room.
i thought of your smile,
and how you make
me swoon.
i thought of
the words youve
said and
how many countless
times ive fell
for you.
and yet,
i come running back.
it seems like its the
only thing i
know how to
do.
Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 6:41 PM UTC
I walk through a valley of discontent.
You walk a road paved in gold and silver,
conjugating words to say but let slip nothing you meant.
My road is filled with demons that make titans quiver.
Your's is nothing more than trees trapped in a gilded age,
laid out to subdue the weak of mind and heart
You blindly walk as if entranced by the sage.
You taste the fruit but it is **** ,
you touch flower to nose but smell absence,
you gaze upon the sun but your eyes do not burn.
My road smells of blood, sweat and devotion such a sweet fragrance.
And if our roads are ever to intertwine, stop and listen to the world turn.
Only then will you see this road for what it is truly,
so wise up and smell the roses, or the weight of deceit you'll feel heavily
Dec 23, 2011
Dec 23, 2011 at 8:23 PM UTC
While you're romanticizing the setting sun,
And conjugating all the figures of speech
Such a metaphorical red orb produces,
Allow your eyes to wander over
To the duck,
Waddling westward.
Observe his tail feathers.
Notice how preened and coiffed they are,
With a tinge of midas gold.
See how the breeze gently whips
The wispy wafting plumes,
Swaying right to left,
Exposing its avian chute.
Look,
All you who gaze upon the re-minted
***El Presidente,
Donaldo, Don Come Mierda***,
Who does indeed have the uncanny resemblance of
The East End of a Duck Walking West.
Jan 30, 2025
Jan 30, 2025 at 9:40 AM UTC
Your love is like
Tequila shots.
I take few shots, I crave you more
as the liquor evaporates on my parched tongue
Without satisfying my thirty.
I drink many shots, I get intoxicated and
Begin to stutter in conjugating words,
And wobble like a tree dancing with the wind
And crush like a derailed train out of control.
Your love is like a tequila shot,
Any amount I take-in, is not right for me.
Thus, I either die in hunger and thirst of
Your intoxicating liquor or
Let each tiny drop
Explode in my veins
And **** me anytime.
Slowly.
Or
How many shots keeps me alive?
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 6:32 PM UTC
My heart was raptured
When our eyes met that day
For your beauty captured
My imaginations
As mine caught yours, too
Because we both looked
Intense, looking in each other's way.
Our eyes first danced,
Holding each other
Closely and gently like a prom night
Crowned king and queen,
And our hearts pumped
blood in immense desire
When we exchanged
Those fierce kisses,
So we subdued
The rising tensions and unsettling fire
For we made an intense, one nightstand love.
With a blink of an eye meeting,
We got lost in the sins and wicked
Thoughts,
Needs that engulfed our beating hearts
In every turning page,
As if we had met before in another universe,
So we ravished each other like a savage
With long lasting ******
Without conjugating, a meaningful
word, to converse.
In every kisses and strokes
We had fired from our lips
And naked bodys,
It was really worth it, the troubles
A trouble worth repeating ,
A trouble which could ignite the wildfire
Inside
Where our lost feelings reside
For I never made love to a woman
Like that before.
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 4:19 AM UTC