"customize" poems
My human body
stings of age
ache and pain
My human bone
breaks
My human strength
decays
My human form
twists, deforms
courts mirrors
My anxious nerves
burn
My fragile heart
stops
Make my limb
Make my life long
Take my parts
Make me evolve
make my limb
make my life long
make my heart
beat, eternal
I long for painlessness
Bless this beautiful ship I control,
but I would trade the ephemeral
flesh, bone, blood and marrow
to the first back alley broker
of cheap plastics I meet
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 8:29 PM UTC
Twisted at some point
Life never gets better your way
It has its own directions
Customize it, if you may
Pricky steps do guide
Where once fallen deep
Wide-eyed watching path
But still wanting to sleep
Lucid dreams make believe
That reality is fake
Daydreaming turns tiresome
It's good to be awake
Thinking the other way
That maybe you're in debt with death
Shatter the false vision
Or chaos could stir up wrath
Look around and stay sane
Coz insanity is on rise
People hooked on their phones
Life now, has no price...
©sim
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 7:31 PM UTC
It was so hard to put in words
Tho I spoke to you when idle ears were far from my lips
When words flowed like a river
Like a river yes and still but your beauty is my sun
In your presence only steam pours from me
Your heat burning the shell from my heart
You make me weak
My Venus
I wanted to plough your fertal pastures
Like a good stuard
For its own benefits before my own
You were sharp and curious
Listened intently to my ranting and stared into my eyes
I thought myself weak but you understood better than my pupils
Your apatites reached my ears as a warning but iticed me instead
Your history no surprise or mark against you
I wanted all of you for mine
To make perfect an only slightly tarnished vestal
To complete you in hopes you could complete me
But your eyes cut my soul like a knife without ever seeing it
Your voice crushed my bones to dust with a whisper
Pity
Gref
How low we were when heavens bowed before us
I would have given myself to you in no unbinding terms
But you could not offer the same and I could tell you wanted too
I value your honesty and wish you had lied
Should fate spit on us again in this way
We're I to find myself in your shoes
I suposse I'd recomend Polyamory
I wouldn't take you up on it for him
Then I'm not gay and you never did discriminate
Just saying the world could be my harum
Time and space at my Mercy
A machine in the next room to customize entitys for company
You would be my bottom ***** for life
Given that's as bigoted as an analogy gets
It's coming from a good place
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 6:36 AM UTC
*Taking one step out of the door.
My anxiety is getting worse.
Why isn’t it me they ignore.
Why won’t anyone just disperse.
Can’t escape the cold eyes.
The judgement follows you.
Humanity is not something you can customize.
Everyone sees me as taboo.
I wish I could just disappear from people’s eyes.
I wish I couldn’t hear because everything is too loud.
Then people won’t notice my cries.
When they do I’ll just be hiding in the crowd.*
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 8:05 AM UTC
If a prisoner was given money
to customize her cell to her liking,
would that prisoner ever want to leave?
I'm sure the answer would be striking
For when people get comfortable in a place
change is the furthest from their mind
But when their number is close to being called
only deliverance do they want to find
Why wait to find the way out,
the plan to escape these golden bars?
Don't get comfortable! This is not vacation!
and No, we cannot escape to Mars.
We must call the One who can pay our bail.
To One, how can we repay?
By changing our life and working for our bailer
And thanking for the gift of a new day
Our souls were bought with God's blood
So no other should we commit.
Seek the Lord and follow His laws
It's the least we could do, you must admit.
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 1:48 PM UTC
You don’t customize your thoughts based on anyone’s blasé judgment.~ Amitav
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 1:51 PM UTC
We're living out
the greatest paradox
known to mankind
going all about it
from the wrong side
Obsessed with self-expression
we customize our face
and facebook
Look at any college student's
music preferences and see
the same ten things
in different orders
What is music
but the confluence of a billion
inspirations
starting from before we began
Go to any live show
and you'll experience
the penultimate
compilation of all music
known to man
Unless its a pop show
cuz I heard lots of those
are mere recordings
Any jazz gig
has slave songs
Coltrane
Dixieland
and Louis
all at once
even if the performers
and audience
don't realize it
Every musician can list
a long line of influences
All these inspirations
were affected by countless
other musicians before them
and it goes on and on
and on
All music is the result
of all music
that came before it
and will become and influence
all music after it
And this does not apply
only to music
but art, poetry, any writing
politics, economics,
language
Everything
We are the direct, indirect
product of all history
Look at the word history
His Story
Its our story
And not just mankind
We used to be primate rats
surrounded by towering
Dinos
Think about that
next time you see
road ****
Millions of people are abused
every day, we're only abusing
ourselves
Drinking ourselves silly
Smoking our lungs out
We're too lazy or ignorant
sometimes
Too caught up on getting rich
to realize we made money
to make life easier
Trade is best
with a common currency
and that should be
Love.
Sep 16, 2010
Sep 16, 2010 at 11:09 PM UTC
Oh Gupta,
your hair is so sleek and shiny,
do you use hair products?
How do you get so slim?
Is it because you eat those low dietary meals?
I love the way you customize your outfit.
From your pink trimmed V-neck tank top,
To your rainbow booty-shorts.
Why do you pose that way?
Is it to symbolize your uniqueness.
Those tall, high-heeled boots,
Where'd you get them?
Are they the shade of peanut butter brown?
I like.
My gosh,
your precious birthmark that sits upon your face,
it's such a fab-some.
The way you pucker your lips for a selfie,
or sway your arms back to strike a pose,
why?
Is that a rainbow your shooting at me?
So much fierce I can't take it.
I see you like Feng Shui.
You change off from red neck scarves to beaded mardi gras.
I like you Gupta,
we can be the best of friends.
Doesn't matter if you're gay,
you're abracadabrabsome!
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 3:54 PM UTC
Whatever it is you want to do. Just do it.
Stop spending time doubting, over thinking, worrying.
Don't let your current situation distract you.
Just do it.
Focus.
Move forward, even when it's only one foot in front of the other.
That's a progress.
Push yourself.
If you can't find the way, create one.
If the door closes, break in through a window.
Use your fear to push through. Use your pain to motivate you.
It's not easy, but you're alive so that's already on your favor.
You don't always have the option to choose your path, but you do have the option to customize it.
Be your inspiration and your motivation.
Be your purpose, be your leader, your investor.
You and only you are responsible for the work, but you'll also be the owner of the results.
Focus.
And Whatever it is you want to do. Just do it.
-Custodio
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 1:46 PM UTC
You cage me and then you say " i am free" ,
You count every single breath i take and then you say " live your life ",
You cut all my rising thoughts and then you ask me" to be opinionated",
you ask me to fly ..and then you cut my wings ...
You question my dressing and then you say " wear what makes you comfortable",
You say go and explore the world and then you " doubt on my trips ",
You say go and socialize. And then you " decide every person i meet " ,
You ask me to be independent and then " you want to keep note of my every single minute" ,
You say you love me and then " you customize this love as per your comfort",
You say we are equal and than " you keep telling me how i am comparable",
You say " you are free " and then "YOU CHAIN ME"
PS: This is for every one who is misunderstood between love and conditioned love
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 2:29 PM UTC
For ratings!!
Dramatize??
I have to wonder if there is not some lies
Where no rules apply
Stories revised
Acts like all is a surprise
Ah!! How they can justify
All the stories or some they customize
Bad people they glorify
and romanticize
Some restraint they need to exercise
How could they not realize
I don't want to see bodies that are not alive
Constantly telling stories that terrifies
This world, they need to help stabilize
Minds they help to vandalize
BREAKING NEWS!!!
What qualifies??
I don't need to be reminded
how the world is becoming demoralized
WHY??
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 5:38 PM UTC
My grandfather once spoke about a man
This man was smart
Even had a heart
Had one of those…oh what’s it called
…A brain
Connect by a vein
Then lead by a pair of eyes
Carried by a few thighs
Don’t remember his size
But my grandfather was pretty wise
Never spoke any lies
There exist many guys
Yet he never felt the need to wear a disguise
Nobody ever mentioned there was no prize
No need to customize
No matter how hard you try everyone eventually dies
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 10:17 PM UTC
Her smile is her autograph
She never forget to carry on
Time taught her
To customize
Person to person
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 1:45 AM UTC
Kumbaya, O written words, customize your thoughts into bite-sized
Nuggets, and store them in the clouds – in the huge video of the sky.
Always easier to see the movie than to read the book, right? This isn’t
Being lazy – this is efficiency, this is learning to hear and see quickly.
Emoji-me your innermost feelings – and make it snappy, yet truthful –
Obvious like a pebble gracefully striking the water’s surface. Forsake
The grimness brought by the news of the day – be not obsessed!
Bow down and worship chirps, tweets and posts, and share them.
In the looking glass you can see diminished contemplations as
They drift into nothingness – even the brightness of a smile is
A smirk turned to stone – our language and our soul are a morbid
Collection of dry bones on a sickly precipice.
The new generation is born of a slain, technocratic parent – their
21st birthdays celebrated beneath the fallen soldiers of newsprint –
A new world in which a museum houses the letters and arts of
A coherent paragraph now called a blurb. Kumbaya.
© Lewis Bosworth, 9-2017
Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 8:10 PM UTC
I don’t expect much from life,
A cosy house would do,
Some good friends to fill it with,
Maybe a glass of wine or two,
I don’t ask for money or fame,
Happiness is all I need,
A healthy perspective with a day of laughs,
Humbleness to fight the greed,
I don’t even need a fancy car,
Something with character would be nice,
Perhaps I’ll buy a dusty old van,
That I can do up and customize,
I really don’t want to live in the hills,
Or in uptown Malibu,
Just somewhere where I can see the water,
Maybe a day of sunshine or two
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 7:05 PM UTC
Kumbaya, O written words, customize your thoughts into bite-sized
Nuggets, and store them in the clouds – in the huge video of the sky.
Always easier to see the movie than to read the book, right? This isn’t
Being lazy – this is efficiency, this is learning to hear and see quickly.
Emoji-me your innermost feelings – and make it snappy, yet truthful –
Obvious like a pebble gracefully striking the water’s surface. Forsake
The grimness brought by the news of the day – be not obsessed!
Bow down and worship chirps, tweets and posts, and share them.
In the looking glass you can see diminished contemplations as
They drift into nothingness – even the brightness of a smile is
A smirk turned to stone – our language and our soul are a morbid
Collection of dry bones on a sickly precipice.
The new generation is born of a slain, technocratic parent – their
21st birthdays celebrated beneath the fallen soldiers of newsprint –
A new world in which a museum houses the letters and arts of
A coherent paragraph now called a blurb. Kumbaya.
Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 12:45 PM UTC
It's essential to learn the fundamentals of construction and the dark arts of destruction.
Construction
• Constructing articles, short paragraphs or essays in your own words is basic training for your mind to adapt to any type of writing style.
•BY re-writing and re-adjusting things is teaching yourself how to re-customize a concept without ruining it.
Destruction
This is the fundamentals of anything abstract, the dark arts of finding beauty in loss. Taking something significant from a concept and replacing it with something that's sentimental or rather odd feature just to add a twist to the concept. Destructing a connection to cause suspense or distortion, this art art should be practiced after reading the ninth law.
The highest form of construction is destruction and the deepest form of destruction is construction.
The truth about the human mind when it comes to creative writing
The human mind has alot of resistance when you start from the bottom even experienced writers can experience "the mojo" not being there. We should always bear in mind that these laws encourage hard work not hardship, so working with what is already there is more time efficient and this law has alot to do with connecting things - the true essence of creativity.
"creativity is just connecting things. When you ask creative people how they did something they feel a bit guilty because they didn't really do it, they just saw something" -Steve jobs
The difference between an editor and a writer
• An editor is always a bit more technical than a writer.
• A writer is more artistic than an editor.
• An editor eliminates all the possible glitches.
• Creative writers tend to be delusional.
All these points show that its not all about who wrote the manuscript, it's just about who understands the concept more.
What makes a writer delusional?
There's no such thing as a "stupid idea", that's just another of saying you **** They're only two things when it comes to the final product:
• delusion or,
• proper execution
We should consider that any failed idea could be made a success with proper execution. This required a fair amount of artistry and technicality.
Nov 6, 2019
Nov 6, 2019 at 3:31 AM UTC