"deafen" poems
that's the problem,
if she wanted to dance,
id let her wreck the furniture.
if she wanted to cook,
id let her burn down the ******* house.
and if she wanted to scream,
id let her deafen me.
I've never loved anyone enough to let them destroy me but ****
she could take me by my throat,
and my eyes would sparkle at the mere inches between us.
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 12:30 AM UTC
I feel like a volcano, that will erupt.
The lava isn’t cooling, it’s just heating up.
The lightest wind, will blow me off.
The most little rain, will drown me in.
The lightening strikes, my so called soul.
And thunder will, deafen me from my core.
Walking in this darkness, I can see no more.
Walking in this darkness, I can see no more.
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 4:51 PM UTC
*And lo, with evening shadows comes the twinkle of the stars.
Yonder is the rising moon and further west is Mars.
How wondrous is The Milky Way, away from city lights.
The silence seems to deafen me on sultry rural nights.
Oh, I could sit upon the porch and listen here for hours.
Indeed, the night reflects the subtle magic of nature's powers.
Play on, oh evening symphony and with this starry scene,
Delight my senses off to slumber with a summer dream.*
Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 12:30 AM UTC
Did you lay me down on a bed of nails and expect me to surrender my all ?
I felt the waves wash over and they engulfed all that was good
Dragging me down lower than I have ever fallen freely
I wanted a lover
But you entwined your darkness into my light
No one heard the screams
The midnight hour so haunting
A chill lay in place of your heart
You looked straight through me just before you leapt
Head first into oblivion
I just stood motionless for what seemed like a million years
Then I turntable and left
The memory is hollow
But it is memory all the same
I beckon you here
But not so that I can surrender to your will
But so that I can show you the truth in all things good
You may shy away
Hide in those self created shadows of misery
But I will lay waiting
Just past midnight
The chill and silence deafen my soul
My love I beg
I beg
I'm falling
I'm sitting within your oblivion
Surrounded by creatures not of this world
Demons reign and I fear the fall
I turn
I always turn
You may leap into the hollowness of oblivion
But I fear it's clutches
I fear the hand of love
So turn tail and return
To the moment before midnight
The moment just before
The memory lingers
And the strike of twelve is never heard
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 5:19 PM UTC
I can't write...
I have a stash of twenty drafts, bearing a couple of lines each
I can't crack...
Every draft seem to have developed a shell I can't breach
I can't gather...
My thoughts so I could nurture these drafts to fruition
I can't think...
The clatter in my head meant only to deafen
I can't fathom...
What went right from what had gone completely awry
I can't find...
Much needed sanity to let soar and fly
I can't cry...
The tears I've beckoned for so very badly
I can't scream...
Only muffled gurgles of notions drowned at sea
I can't see...
The bigger picture...that consumed us both
I can't hear...
Except for the dreaded voice of reason that I loathe
I can't piece...
Together one decent little write
***I can't breathe...
I can't breathe...***I'm losing this fight
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 6:19 AM UTC
Colors blind the eye.
Sounds deafen the ear.
Flavors numb the taste.
Thoughts weaken the mind.
Desires wither the heart.
The Master observes the world
but trusts his inner vision.
He allows things to come and go.
His heart is open as the sky.
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Oct 29, 2010
Oct 29, 2010 at 9:38 AM UTC
Tacked tin sheets
promoting brand names
Real local grown food
little meat eaten
our elders thin, bony and fit
Yet birthed another foolish generation
seeded by World Wars
planted by Lend Lease
fuelled by aged forests
we farm, feed, cleave and eat
Greed walks besides naive naivety
slaughtered sheep full of cancer
processing industrial carcase-ed meals
shopaholics fat consumerism
a speeding, partying, dancing waste of ills
Lawyer-ed politicians chain us
whilst stymied party politics deafen us
Money-ed propaganda’s herd us
Local economies destroyed to feed
*National ..European ..Pan European ..Pan Asian ..World Bank ...
Prime Minister ..President ..Minister ..Senator ..Consultant*
Globalisation’s plague of selfish-self-grandiose labels
A generation’s survivors
will despair
as the Ganges runs dry
then die with their children’s children
in an armed-hungry-thirsty tide
.
Apr 23, 2010
Apr 23, 2010 at 3:41 PM UTC
Alone I walked into the sea,
Engulfed by amber waves of ecstasy,
In which I crossed a boundary line
Where I left my mind behind.
I swam and swam until I tired
Yearnning for something I’d never acquire-
A thing that was the death of me.
O, those amber waves of ecstasy,
How they tossed and tore at my fragile being
Attempting to show me what I was not seeing;
Reaching for conclusion that would be freeing.
Amber waves of ecstasy,
Amber waves of ecstasy,
Please come and drown me once again,
Come deafen the screams within my head
That crave to be released from me.
O, amber waves of ecstasy,
The fault of my errors lie with me.
O, amber waves of ecstasy,
Please show me how to set myself free.
Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 4:41 PM UTC
Measure my love in starlight
And set the sky ablaze
Measure my love in words
And eternal speak my beloved’s praise
Measure my love in raindrops
And overflow the seas
Measure my love in sighing
And make storms from a summer breeze
Measure my love in music
And hear all the world’s choirs sing
Measure my love in riches
And make every pauper a king
Measure my love in heartbeats
And deafen every ear
Measure my love in laughter
And banish every tear
Seek to measure my love as some might wish
By consulting the learned or wise
But each effort will fail, because such a scale
No mortal thought can devise
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 5:43 PM UTC
I wear white
I wear white
I wear white and stare right back at
the other end of the world
The hems of the loosely fitting traditions
Barely touch the ground anymore
I wear white
I wear white
White like the chalk on the blackboard switched from
right to left.
Aimless and bereft of the desert I once called mine,
I walk alone
I wear white, I wear white
As I have done for 14 hours
and 14 years
7000 miles on the screen and 2 more up there
to be precise. It faded for every mile
Just as it has been doing since the day Darwish died
I wear white, I wear white
A different breed of Semite than they're used to
Not walking but flowing almost
as contradictory as "poutine Arabesque"
The routine wears my jaw out
as the vowels twist from right to left
I wear white, I wear white
Not just quite there yet
Not even close
Not even halfway to the surface but then again
I suppose we've always been at ease at the depths of the sea
Pearls and black gold abound
I forget that sometimes in between
intermittent bouts and doubts of "3arabiyun ana"
As if that's what makes up the anatomy of an Arab
As if that's enough for you, Khaled
I wear white
I wear white
Or at least I tell myself I do
Leave myself open to the prospect
of life starting anew
Forcing myself to see it through
See life through your eyes
Or are they my own **** you ?
Tell me for the love of Christ
Call me by name and don't
bury me under the empty discarded photo frames
that you stockpile
I'm calling to you, Walid
And will keep on calling
And trying and burning and aching and failing and dreaming and irritating
like a bad itch
I sink under it all and push it all off step 3 repeat as necessary
I scream in the tongue that you deafen your ears to and pull at the beard you've tried to shave off
I pluck at the horizontal heartstrings you've tried to mute
Above all, I wear white...
And I fight.... I fight.....
I FIGHT
Apr 4, 2010
Apr 4, 2010 at 8:10 AM UTC
If you must insult her & torture me,
I shall request you to rather **** me.
For I can't see the love of my life being soiled,
Fresher torrential treatment to her endowed.
Don't just blind me for I can't take it,
Deafen me such that I can't hear it...
For sake of the supreme power you believe in,
Freak out, cut my limbs but don't torment her.
Has time made you as cruel like this,
Have we invited such horrible steps.
Gory steps you advance with towards my love,
Glowing with fury my chained limbs struggle!!
When I set myself free then you will see,
Would you be able to face the same fate.
Jul 27, 2013
Jul 27, 2013 at 12:53 AM UTC
If you want into my life
Leave your baggage at the door
I've got enough all packed away
And I've no room for any more
I know you want to be with me
And I want to be with you
But, box up all your past mistakes
And you know what you can do
I've room to house all sorts of things
My cupboards are all bare
But, baggage like you're carrying
It's not stuff I want to share
If you want into my life
Leave your baggage at the door
I've got enough all packed away
And I've no room for any more
I went through hell a thousand times
Packed a bag inside my mind
for every failed relationship
And times I was caught blind
I want to have you in my life
And share our hopes and dreams
But, pack those bags up in your mind
And help deafen out the screams
If you want into my life
Leave your baggage at the door
I've got enough all packed away
And I've no room for any more
Whatever you did long before
Or even just last week
I don't need it here inside
I don't want to hear it speak
I've room for things..material
Like books and clothes and more
But if you bring bags of emotions
Then you'll not get past my door
If you want into my life
Leave your baggage at the door
I've got enough all packed away
And I've no room for any more
Sep 21, 2012
Sep 21, 2012 at 4:18 PM UTC
i am sitting here at 3 am
confronting the empty side of my bed
my thoughts hold me hostage
to create a cage
that i will not be able to escape
i try to play dead
until they leave me alone
i try to shift shapes
for a hope they might leave
i try lighting a candle
for flicks of light to cast
the darkness away
but i soon begin to realize
that im not afraid of the dark
i cant get out of bed
my thoughts are holding me hostage
im at a place i dont want to be at
and can not leave
the sound of loneliness slowly begins to deafen me
the silver ray of moon is almost blinding me
all that i see through the reflection of my glass
are the bones of a hollow body, just like silver, starting to rust
and here i speak to my thoughts
that i have surrendered to their thoughtless plots
they ring my ears, with demands
to give up my soul to their filthy hands
i stumble as i try to stand up
i am as weak as a sedated body ready to be cut
my knees tremble like magnets
attached to no other but my bed
they repel any movement to stand up straight
panic fills my fearful cup
my gaze shifts to my reflection
and i see the ghost
of forgotten remains of someone who
has lost
i do not want to die
i deserve more
than being ended by no other than my filthy thoughts
i force my eyes open and smash the reflection with both my fists
adrenaline painfully waking my body up
with every ounce i have left
i try to detach myself from my bed
i am peeling layers off
and have never been in more pain
but it is all worth the pain
for i wont fail myself again
to become forgotten ruins
of a life-time faded into a blank sheet
there is more to my story
than just an empty bed
for i will not be manipulated
by my own self again
even if it shall be 3 a.m again
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 8:27 AM UTC
plead your case. the silence that follows will deafen your prayers... it will eat your rain.
tread where smoke has layed eggs in a nest of flames.
use your thoughts nimbly, and thereby, climb the ladder madly
humbly gone by love, my love.
humbly gone
by love.
these are not the words in my mouth. they are god's frogs. a soft plague of cecil b. demille with ampibians and barbedwire. these are not the fickle neptunes in dischord. you are not the last unicorn. only the basilisk in my zodiac. my marvelous queen.
these are not the feathers of a proud crane. but a wrecking ball reassembling a dandelion with a leather whip and a chair. they tumble from my limbic intimacy with your private lies. i bring genuine venom to cure blindness; but i leave an antidote under my tongue should your kisses beg to be a fool.
i won't say what this is.
i have bruises where your name left a dent in my kevlar.
Oct 9, 2012
Oct 9, 2012 at 8:47 AM UTC
Seven forty five we start to arrive
To tea coffee water or squash
We’re all there by eight and no one is late
Not without a good reason or ten
There’s Barry, and Michael (his brother) and several others
And Sharon and Karen and Ken
Keeping it neat in our stocking feet
We find ourselves somewhere to sit
We all bring a bible and some bring a bottle
And some come with paper and pen
There’s Anita and Jill and some others still
And Sharon and Karen and Ken
Breaking the ice with something nice
That’s happened to you in the week
We go round the room and each takes their turn
Telling what happened to them
There’s Geraldine, Barbara, and others we’ve seen
And Sharon and Karen and Ken
Now the serious bit we listen to it
From a tape or on D.V.D.
Then we split to discuss not shouting too much
Taking care not to deafen
Hosts Pauline and Paul and that’s not all
There’s Sharon and Karen and Ken
From heated debate before it gets late
We gather our thoughts and pause
We offer a prayer for those who aren’t there
For the world and for the church Amen
From Wendy and John and I should mention
Sharon and Karen and Ken
Then a choice of drink what do you think
Of squash or coffee or tea
Now a glass of red wine that would be fine
It’s hard to know when to say when
For David and others I won’t mention (the brothers)
Or Sharon and Karen and Ken
Jul 19, 2010
Jul 19, 2010 at 12:49 PM UTC
The last time we spoke was in early hours
Full of impersonal inquiry.
The return of encompassing doubt
Brings back images birthed from tragic experience.
Trailing blood lines lead to the southern coasts
And I begin to doubt the intention of my late inclination.
Another lover unable to contain my heart
Another running away from the abyss of ugly honesty.
It's all very overwhelming and too much to bear.
I will return to live in the well of my brain
And dream of the ocean.
No one will hear this mournful siren trapped in the earth,
For I have picked the most hidden tree to observe from my depth.
Even if they traverse the infinite path,
Only those who bare insanity will look away from the branches of knowledge
And find these pupils in the infernal darkness.
But my heroes never know how to temper these depths,
Either falling to their death
Or painfully giving up with rightful indignation.
The waves of my thought deafen this soul
To the courageous explorers of my immortal caves.
Leave me to the well of my brain, darling.
The early hours bleed into dawn
As I think on the embarrassment I feel in love.
I have much more to understand
And you don't deserve my naivety.
I decide to close my eyes
And force your departure.
Finally, I can sleep with the ease of accepted solitude.
Dec 18, 2011
Dec 18, 2011 at 4:39 PM UTC
It begins with your body shaking,
And then your hands clench into fists
Nails digging into your palms.
You’ve felt it build for awhile now,
And feel it well up,
A dam about to break,
As you hear your heart beat,
Bursting in your ears.
And your eyes close by reflex,
As your jaw stretches open to its further extent
There is the noise that causes people to stop and stare.
That makes hearts speed up,
And others wonder why.
This is the raw primal scream.
Do you then slam your fist into a wall,
Again and again until your knuckles bleed?
Or do you grasp yourself tight,
And crumple into wracking sobs,
Gasping for air?
This is a colorless scream.
Simultaneously devoid of feeling,
And filled with every feeling within you.
The desire to die every waking moment,
And that stubborn will to survive.
The rage at being powerless in your life,
Frustration at continuing to **** up,
The cry of trying to be better than who you are,
But not sure why.
The howl of two wolves,
Gnawing at your insides,
You no longer sure which you are feeding.
This is the scream that can crush mountains,
Raze a city,
And deafen all those in its range.
At the end of your rope,
You stand upon the brink of nothing,
And deep within you all you feel that you can do now
is scream.
But then you open your eyes,
And nothing has changed.
So you take a deep breath,
And try and ignore what you just did,
But wonder if it was even what you needed.
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 3:40 AM UTC
just let that ******* bass drop.
and throw in those lights as well.
definitley some smoke.
lasers too.
maybe a few LED screens.
or ten.
or twenty.
or just one that fills the entire stage.
that's cool i guess.
paid a **** ton of money.
i want a ******* trip.
i want my ears to ring.
her *** to bounce.
fifty thousand fists to pump.
in perfect unison.
like it means something.
those girls with fake flowers adorning their heads.
all of the bright, like a feast for the night.
the glitter. the paint.
the airborne cake.
.
.
like it means something.
this scene will continue to grow
because nobody knows
what it set out to do in the first place.
big lights and pop hooks.
small pills and good looks.
now you're one of us.
no knowledge required.
the music plays
without you
on stage.
deafen me.
defeat me.
alive.
this is what it means to be.
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 7:29 PM UTC
Drops round and run down low
Mud forms and creates tiny valleys within.
Red roads drop and rises ,
As insults flashes like thunder bolts.
Horns deafen ears,
As blood blinds eyes .
Rollercoaster highways,
Or more like riding a bull,
Feel the aches in the waist.
Infact the mechanical horses were older
than earth herself.
You could see holes and rust
in the metals.
The government stood by the red road idle,accepting fines and kinds.
If only they had listened to their cries,
Blood would still remain in veins.
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 4:07 PM UTC
the enchantress is on the hunt tonight—
behind her veil hides a porcelain doll's face.
when you smell the fragrance of dreams and death,
you know she is coming.
be wary, you are doomed:
take her spell,
be dizzy in her love like moonlight
let her song deafen you
let her magic have you dumbfounded
let her poison seep into your veins;
"honey, you don't need necromancy to know i'm your fate, your future" she says,
as she brews her poison
to be sipped like wine.
the enchantress is on the hunt tonight
she's out to get you,
there's no way out except in,
into the twisted world of the strange occult queen who always wins.
Nov 28, 2016
Nov 28, 2016 at 11:01 PM UTC
Disastified. Dissatisfaction. Disappointing, disappear.
Disability, disdaining- disgusting
Difficult
dislike
Disgrace
Let down. Saddened. aghast - balked.
Beaten. chap-fallen - deafen.
Bitter-pill. Blind.
Alley. Blow.
Anticlimactic.
Crestfallen. thwarted, foil. baffle, bilk - discomfited, frustrated.
thwarted.
Unsuccessful
Aug 17, 2013
Aug 17, 2013 at 12:22 PM UTC
Caustic doorway blues
The fog sets in,
and the moon doesn't glow
when brick structures crumble
Rats in worn carpeting, writhing
The screaming from pensive terminals
and insects live on dead wood
trees felled in hollow rounds
This is the end of something warm
These are days of hydrogen loneliness
and grey skies applaud the tarmac
Pornographers snap pictures
of silhouettes in garages
and the playground hears no love
when gunshots deafen the trees
and the old mattress is sodden
Stale alcohol pungency
near the alleyway, dormant today
But the lights are still glowing
in the house by the canal
where somebody's memories still linger
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 4:34 PM UTC
Society is evil
And terribly hollow.
We are lost today
And forgotten tomorrow.
In a world of hate
and artificial love,
the most aware
see no savior above.
You cannot argue,
for I have seen
the deadly epitome
of Reality.
Slaves to Society
may hold us down;
but they will never
deafen our sound.
We have been broken
too many times;
so with tortured hearts,
forever we will fight.
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 10:57 PM UTC