"correlates" poems
i like apples
but i don't like apple pies
i like cheese
but i don't want it on my fries
i like school
but do you really think i would do if i had to?
i like you
but i don't like your attitude
are you understanding my logic?
i won't like this because it correlates with this or it's combined with that
i like what i like, and that's that.
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 8:53 PM UTC
1. Grumble
Of pugs. Or old men. Correlates to the grouping
of wrinkles: smile lines (down) whiskers (up). Synonymous to a gaggle of geese. Or women.
A grumbleman steps on the Pug's tail
and a passing girl hears
a crack, yelp, **** She turns to help
but the grumbleman is gone and the pug
with him. She wonders why her neighbor's car
is still at her Mom's house? Why her Mom
wants to be called Veronica not Mary. One night she dreamed Veronica dancing on their roof
in the rain holding tight to an old red picture whispering to a woman on the lawn dancing
dry in white. She tried to call out to Veronica
she saw her slipping, but when she touched her lips
She felt them sewn shut with coarse, wet thread. Veronica turned and flew to her, to the window, grabbing her hands forcing fingers to feel
the brail graven into her Mother's giggling teeth that read, Don't look, your father will be bleeding soon. She awoke and her window was bound
in greased black leather. The floor ashen. Her lips still sewn
shut.
Anne stood,
picked out her fathers bones
Veronica had sewn into her
pillowcase
and
she
danced.
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 6:48 PM UTC
*Combat....
though morbid in nature, there is a sense of beauty....
for example -
the bullet and it's chamber
the slickness of steel, and the power of the trigger
which together correlates the symphony of motion
from the time the trigger is pulled, to the
daunting escape of a bullet, and then finally to the *********** of it's victim.....
Quite morbid... yet hauntingly beautiful.....
Then come's the bullets quintessential cohorts
The Chemical and The Armored Car (a Tank)
The brutal barrage of steel cartage
crashing into unstable masonry
then the soothing smog of golden mustard gas...
The echoed shrieks, the violent shakes,
the ****** eyes and mucus filled noses
whose violent episodes finally conclude
when the eyes of death stare back at them...
Quite morbid.... yet hauntingly beautiful....
The finally... how can we forget the noble foot soldier?
his footsteps, silent to the earth....
out of the hysteria and chaos
two men, two weapons, and a whirlwind of emotion
nationalistic pride, paranoid fear, and scattered tranquility...
A sign, as is to say....
"I don't want to fight, but I have to..."
Which all correlates in the ****** of the bayonet
a twinkle of blood, and then finally the gentle weeps...
Quite morbid.... yet hauntingly beautiful....*
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 9:36 PM UTC
*Combat....
though morbid in nature, there is a sense of beauty....
for example -
the bullet and it's chamber
the slickness of steel, and the power of the trigger
which together correlates the symphony of motion
from the time the trigger is pulled, to the
daunting escape of a bullet, and then finally to the *********** of it's victim.....
Quite morbid... yet hauntingly beautiful.....
Then come's the bullets quintessential cohorts
The Chemical and The Armored Car (a Tank)
The brutal barrage of steel cartage
crashing into unstable masonry
then the soothing smog of golden mustard gas...
The echoed shrieks, the violent shakes,
the ****** eyes and mucus filled noses
whose violent episodes finally conclude
when the eyes of death stare back at them...
Quite morbid.... yet hauntingly beautiful....
The finally... how can we forget the noble foot soldier?
his footsteps, silent to the earth....
out of the hysteria and chaos
two men, two weapons, and a whirlwind of emotion
nationalistic pride, paranoid fear, and scattered tranquility...
A sign, as is to say....
"I don't want to fight, but I have to..."
Which all correlates in the ****** of the bayonet
a twinkle of blood, and then finally the gentle weeps...
Quite morbid.... yet hauntingly beautiful....*
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 3:30 PM UTC
You know, it's funny how some things manifest themselves from a thought or a sudden feeling.
Like a collection of thoughts that have always known themselves but in a strange twist by invention manifest themself as that same thought or emotion.
For the last 15 minutes your picture has been the best snow globe ever invented!
Actually it's been longer than 15 minutes but the number 15 correlates to the first conversation we ever had.
Taking 15 minutes to realize somethings don't actually need a response.
It's the happening that makes it oh so special.
With every shake I see the snow fall and it sprinkles across your face just like I always pictured it would
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 9:52 AM UTC
In Life's matrix of possibilities,
outcomes can be reduced to an array -
For the mixture of cursing and blessing correlates
directly to choices not carefully weighed.
With God on one axis
and Satan on the other,
challenges from many of Life's trials
have various payouts, from one cell to another.
From the earthly consequences,
which are the result of our actions,
we're ultimately responsible
and not saved by divine intervention.
Avoiding the repetitions of mistakes
until we learn to properly play,
requires heed to spiritual instruction -
For our Salvation awaits the day.
When it comes to being Godly people,
let us not grow weak and weary;
within our grasp is a winning strategy
that supersedes this World's... game theory.
Author Notes:
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
Sep 13, 2012
Sep 13, 2012 at 11:44 AM UTC
The problem
With
Poli-
Tricks-
They mention every
"God"
But the only
God-
And they wonder
Why their lost in
Misery-
Ashamed
In darkness
Falls- evolution
In schools
Meaning no
(Morals)
Their standards
Are that
man's a
Monkey, using
Euthenics( reviving ****** in their
Man-made
Mural's.
Eat your cereal
Live life as if we have the
B
L
I
N
D
E
R
S
ON-
Though my eye's are
Uncorrupted ( not seeing through misty nighttime glasses)
Breaking to the other
Side
Of the
Fog-
Science correlates with dios
And dios with science-
Yet popular belief
Is a tool
Of diablo's
Machine.
Reaching into the dome
Of the great
City-
Where America
Is astray
With the globe
In the horned one's
Mean's.
Has the man who said
There is no
God
Just walked out into nature-
To see the spectacular
Creation
On a universal
Scale?
Yet their bucket's of
Disbelief have been
Shown beneathe the
Veil
Where the impious
Are stale
And their
aspiration
Is
None!
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 3:05 PM UTC
it's being alone
it's being judged
by shallow people
who think my worth negatively correlates
with my pant size
it's knowing that isn't true
but secretly thinking I deserve this
as if somehow my outsides reflect my insides
it's being so concerned with making myself better
that I'm making myself worse
it means I have to try harder
to be better at school
to make more people laugh
because I can't rely on looks
I can't just be me
because my fat defines me
Jun 4, 2012
Jun 4, 2012 at 9:11 PM UTC
Person #1:
My oddness correlates with your oddness, and it's the most unusual sense of 'home' that I've ever felt.
Because of it, I've found myself quite content when we are in the same room together.
Saying my 'heart skips a beat' when you talk to me sounds so cliché,
but it seems to be true.
I wish I could tell you this in a way that wouldn't make you unsettled,
but alas,
my anxiety tells me you'll be uncomfortable with it no matter how I say it, so
I'll just write it here for now.
Person # 2:
You are a work of art;
are you aware of that?
Your whole aura leaves me
perplexed yet intrigued.
Somehow you are the definition of grace, but in the most unhinged way.
When you look at me,
I feel as though I matter in the world, though your whole personality screams anathema.
You are just a work of art,
and someday I hope to understand every part of you.
Because we are not very close,
it seems odd to tell you this face-to-face. That is why these words will just stay here for the time being.
Person # 3:
My God,
where did we go?
Things were so lovely back in the day,
but everything crumpled before our eyes. When I used to look at you,
I saw hope and someone worth my time. Now when I see you,
I honestly become nauseous.
I am well aware that some of it is my fault- but it's my fault because
I didn't stand up for myself sooner.
Why did it take so long for me to see
how shallow your thoughts really are?
All you were was collateral damage,
and after all this time,
it still affects me,
and it sickens me how
petty I appear to myself.
I don't tell you this because we don't speak, and I'd like to keep it that way.
Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 6:07 PM UTC
A mud-brunette haired woman still beneath ocher skies is undeniably under the enchantment of a man's demise.
His voice weary yet comparable to thunder crashing when the sound waves dig into her ears and bang against the inside of her head.
A fallen Prince of Darkness is the man who would sew a slight patch onto her heart. Unknown to be a conniver when distressed, culprit of the fall-apart.
Demented knowledge correlates amongst hardened truth deemed to be full of light now lay empty, never-ending quest between the forgotten and the tyranny.
The woman with a channel of thought strategic in her efforts to place out of the normal forget-me-nots.
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 2:46 PM UTC
1. I decided to brew myself tonight.
Let the essence of my soul steep into the scalding water of the ceramic tub.
2. Unpacked boxes remind me of unfulfilled promises.
3. I leave my underwear on the floor for days at a time because my knees have been locked since the last time I spoke to you and I have never been able to bend and touch my toes.
4. My skin still smells like bleach and the pine wood that splintered into my hand.
5. She said that hurricanes are beautiful. I asked if she understood destruction.
6. The amount of dusty and empty flower vases I have directly correlates to the amount of missed opportunities have been blooming and hand delivered to my door step.
7. I am still trying to unknot you.
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 7:47 PM UTC
the brilliance of the darkness
served only to annunciate
the loudness of the passing silence
While the pervasiveness of the defeated idea
continues to occur in self-[a.s.s].embly lines
The nano utilizes a scope of micro to flesh out the macro
Simultaneous non-being
duly correlates to the emptiness of the tao’s pot-shaped,quantum hat
Possibility is endless, until you enlist knowledge as your retainer
The origin of all particular things is lost
through the knower being zenly slapped,
I just would have loved to help schroedinger's cat
pur.........
what a ***** he wouldn’t even open the box to check her.
Dear ∞ this is my letter to you while I let her be bound in quite comfortably in lazer-light leather.
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 1:00 PM UTC
Please release this
Spirit fire burning like **** in a blunt
Blueberry this time
My mind already red
Eyes already red
Her time was far ahead of mine
meaning she saw it far before me
Meet me there
Left obstacles
I fell
Left it wrong
its okay
M.O. Live so long
Can't lie
I won't die
Can't Lie
I can't get fried
The "choppa" was out of my mind
I laughed as you died
As I got shot and fell down and saw you die I laughed
Relate the debate correlates the human mind is strange.
Not dead, just maintained
Getting up and going deranged
Making money on top of your strange
Days are over, the grass is green on all sides, flourished.
Death and rebirth, words again coming, cracking through the skull of the pioneer who meditates on the mandated flow in place.
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 5:32 AM UTC
the moon and beauty, and the night where it meets reminds me of december ~ of those from the distant past, which somehow made me feel like there was no lonely man before and after me.
tonight, there's the moon and beauty again, and the self who stopped dwelling on those december's. the self who knew and felt that somehow, expectations of what is grand finally correlates with reality.
tonight, just like any other nights, there's the moon. there's remembering about the process of forgetting. there's the feeling of existing and co-existing. there is actually much. you, me, and the skyway and the tollgates, and all the things that the moon hasn't refused to shine on every night.
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 3:23 AM UTC
I’ve dreaded this imploding moment
my entire life unknowingly,
if there was a way to avoid it; I have blown it,
growing pains should end when you stop growing.
I’ve got speckle scars on my palms
they’re always kissing my fingernails,
there’s only one thing I’ve found that calms,
but the road collapses or the guide always bails.
“This is your brain”, but the egg doesn’t crack,
no sizzling grease rain, no white burning black.
It’s the things that feel the best that also cause the pain,
as you can only enjoy the sunshine when you’ve had a spout of rain.
Just like you can’t have a fire without an initial spark,
and you can’t bathe in the light unless you’re drowning in the dark.
But what if I’m tired of obvious consequence,
Hell, I’m tired of everything these ****** days,
where self medicating was once used in past tense,
I think it’s time for me to revert to my old ways.
So fill a rig until it’s completely full,
and shoot me up with some false hope,
it correlates your method of push over pull,
but it’s still not as good as actual dope.
And let me rail a line of pure nirvana and bliss,
if you’re the one to cut it atleast you gave it to me technically,
if something was never there, how can it be something you miss?
I’ll keep feeding the habit until I can no longer breathe.
Destiny lost when fate found a wall of defy
to change it I would sell all of my remaining soul,
and I think I now know the reason why,
a bandaid won’t ever cover a bullet hole.
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 4:47 PM UTC
I began to like my body more
when it was joined to a stranger's
I am sorry Shakira but my hips do lie
they told me that self worth correlates
to the amount of goosebumps on my upper thigh
and the number of first names in my contacts
because last names are too hard to type
in the darkness after the door shuts
Feb 6, 2013
Feb 6, 2013 at 10:59 AM UTC
Its undescribable, hard to grasp a hold of
The force pulls me in, captivating my heart and soul
I lose control, my world is spinning
Rotating, as we play and switch our different roles
My breath is oblivious, as you softly whisper in my ears "I will never let you go"
We lie on a pile of roses, the petals fly high as we land
I fall in your arms
My security, my everything
My heart is pounding harder
As you glide your hand up and down my side
Affection I haven't felt in a while, only wishing we could freeze time
Sympathetic as we glance through each other's eyes
Everything falls to silence
We put an end to all violence
Unbreakable companionship, as we ponder through each wall
Circulation of our blood flow, correlates as one
Rushing in the same dirrection, even when the moon is not full
You fit the missing piece, the other side that makes me whole
Sleepless nights for enternity, the perfect harmony
As two joines together, forming a mystical fantasy
Discovering like a child, who just learned how to walk
Our desire is to search further, not ever wanting to pause
The emotion lingers with sensation, high quality of depth
Intriguing with each step, to love unconditionally
Promises to be kept, memories to fullfil
A vow to retain
" I will love you til death do us part. In sickness and in health."
" For the better and for the worse."
I will give you my heart, my soul, my love
And through each storm we will stand together
United as one
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 2:04 PM UTC
the dynamical state of
a cluster is based on
and correlates to
the red shift
morphological
characteristics of equilibrium
in state,
or who collapsed
first
the Galaxy
in a reliable way
relating to us.
A background cosmology
study
of
me.
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 1:10 AM UTC
One thing or another,
One day or tomorrow.
Those define what is something,
Other than anything that is or should be.
The mind correlates to behaviour and behaviour to the mind.
Stop, stare in great detail everything that is on sight. There is no vision without light, but be wary of the presence without the light to aid sight.
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 4:23 PM UTC
Don't do nice things
if you expect something in return.
Pretty simple, right?
But what's an act
without appreciation?
Endangered.
There has been a trend
of less kindness in this world,
that directly correlates with it being unnoticed.
Some are too self absorbed to ever really see,
that the best way to keep someone around,
is to show gratitude
in the sincerity of a handheld
eye locked
"Thank you."
without the time restraints,
the obligations,
the unsaid apologies.
There's nothing wrong with realizing
someone did something special for you
and there's nothing wrong with hoping someone realizes.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 6:43 AM UTC
She shudders at the world
reality as a whole
has recoiled into nothing more than walking corpses
confused in their role
to think about a particle and how it correlates to a soul
or how the wind decides a direction to blow
it all computes if you are open
possess the will to try and try again
for you fight your own battle and love from within
and acknowledge what is sin to begin
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 7:51 PM UTC
15. my eyes are full of girls dumbing themselves down and begging to be mistreated by boys who will break their fragile little hearts
14. The boys would gladly break those fragile hearts for 10 minutes of skin on skin in the backseat of a car
13. Im not one of those girls
12. Im not one of those boys either
11. I value a beautiful mind over a beautiful body and thats just not how things work around here
10. i like to write poems, drink tea, watch movies, and listen to rock
9. the problem with that is thinking differently gets you shunned and mocked
8. and the amount of skin you show directly correlates to how much you are worth
7. i like to wear jeans
6. So what am I?
5. Im more than a thousand compliments, false promises, skin, and hands
4. I like my thoughts and the outfits I wear and the half understood jokes that I make
3. I don't want to beg for someone who is intimidated by a smart girl
2. and I definitely don't want to be just "hot"
1. so I won't
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 9:25 PM UTC