"debri" poems
Head feeling crushed
Frustration is an acquaintance
The questions seem to accumulate
Like roaches living under debri
You'll never get rid of their presence
You'll also never have that epiphany
To be blunt I don't think he likes me
Stuck in the middle section
Smashed into my seat
There really is no relief, just stupidity
My breath is panicking
Someone please track down my sanity
I'm in need
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 3:36 AM UTC
Its like I sit and watch the world go by cruisng to oldies,
feeling new inside, but outside is a face of a man who will attack if you dont know me.
gut instinct is below me homie, piece of mind,
dont change your words if you cant cash the truth but besides that...
See im not perfect I lost ties and made knots that made me fall from my own tension with no intentions to stand even if I can, I cant, im grounded by my mistakes that relvolve around me, reminding me what I did made me what I am.
AS I stay subsiding in a position thats clearily hiding,
binding my chest compressed against my last breath , to save what little life I have left in a world where title nor status mean nothing when your an ******* to those you called your best interest I do confess im that lowlife as i cruise still music speak to my esscense releiving me for those seconds im just a person again but after that im back at it again
..I dont write for pitty so let that be known, im just here to vent this steam that once stood ablazed passion for a love that is now a shack of memories in my head of your smile and gestures a feeling I onced called home now ruins from what i ruined, foolish I am.
Clueless more than anything to let many so many slip away im the worst fisherman of love.
because I use my soul as bait, and little by little i let the big ones escape an take chunks of me away to a place I can never retrieve it, so believe it im that space
im that vessle ive became the shell of a hermit , hollow and skirmish.
Tarnished, and used,
debri left as rubble to make roads,
but none to pave my own cause I have no resources
cause im that alone....shit,
maybe I can just leave it for those who wish me back if I do something foolish like giveback the life Ive live, for a plaque and a name and a date?
or should I just lookback and keep cruisin passed the bruissin and showin scars of my mistakes as a human,
all I know is....nothing,
and thats why I stay cruissin, freedom of the road and music,
away from the world and my ruins.
-Deep Though aka
Linguist Musician
aka Emmanuel Hernandez
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 10:46 PM UTC
scurrying to the lavatory
frantically fumbling
belt unhooked
button fly, de-flied
hook thumbs against the skin
and drag the bottoms down mid-calf
feel the cool breeze on your
recently freed junk
bent at the knees ya’ll
and set gently
the plastic cap to the porcelain god
diligently protecting your **** cheeks
from the cold damp germ-laden white
doom tube….
relax, don’t push too hard
this is a natural as the rain
buzzing bees
but more like a waterfall
after a flood
debri passes
logs fall
mud and grime
crash down
down
down
reach over and begin to gather your specified amount
of toilet tissue
go ahead, don’t be scared
be sure to cover your hand skin
we don’t want a poo finger
then
wipe!
wipe, again
wipe until there’s nothing left to wipe
we all want a clean bootyhole
don’t we?
grab up those trousers
or elegant gown
and reattach or fasten
the button, zipper, or belt
straighten your gear in the mirror
and wash
wash
wash
we don’t want a poo finger
do we?
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 2:26 PM UTC
Lap, lap, lap,
Of the tide brushing my drenched pale back.
Tidal flux pressing my sand drenched pores.
Mind races, parched throat screams,
blistered lips yearning for more.
Slowly I pull myself up from the ocean’s grime.
Baking under the hot sun’s lore.
Palm trees sway to nature’s hypnotic tune,
Lush green plants, vibrant to the core.
A moment of zen pours over my soul,
Such beauty! Here upon this shore!
Sweet air so crisp and soothing upon my chapped lips.
Tranquil reverence in my self did bore.
Tap, tap, tap,
Of a plastic bottle bumping upon my leg.
Debri floating on the tide like a open sore.
Rage boils at this blight upon such beauty.
Trash drifting aimlessly, finding no room to store.
Flashed memories of my ship assaulted by the sea,
Wave, upon wave striking an endless score.
My mates all washed overboard into the deep blue,
Leaving me alone on a ship destined for the ocean’s floor.
Survived I have, but to what expense?
My debri making this serene coast a moor!
Is this my effect upon this beautiful place?
Am I nothing but a corrupting bore?
Thwap, thwap, thwap,
Roars the helicopter blades as it circles for me.
My eyes water and hands are raised as debri begins to soar.
The once lovely palm trees are now bending to the blades.
Lush green plants are flattened to the earth’s core.
Pain sparks an endless rage. Enough of this!
I hurry out of sight with feet drenched and sore.
I hobble to the comforting shade of the large healthy trees,
Peeling through lush vegetation reverently, entering heaven’s vibrant door.
Into nature’s womb I did go,
The vivacity of life makes my heart soar.
Slowly the sound the helicopter fades away,
Leaving me to my new heart’s core.
Apr 12, 2012
Apr 12, 2012 at 8:05 PM UTC
send me a breeze, baby blue
maybe i'll swim on that love, to
her speckle-dust cobwebs
fingerstemmed
in her skin
tinting my feathered heart
with her mosaic smile,
shards of a past she screams,
"stay a while,
baby blue"
long enough to hold her frozen hands,
kicking at the ashes
sift.
sift through*
breaststroke through the debri
i caught your smile,
and fed it to,
the holes in her heart
wearing her
in
out*
in & out.
Apr 1, 2010
Apr 1, 2010 at 11:52 PM UTC
Like qualified pilots who have lost control of their aircraft.
My strength and confidence is has been drained,
I have non no more.
Like the aircraft falling apart in mid-air.
I feel my self shatter,
I can feel that am breaking,
I know that i have been splintered
And only love can stir me back into position.
With every piece of debri falling from the sky,
And into the middle of nowhere but the hospitality or open seas.
I am lost, deep in the depths of lonliness.
Sinking fast into the scary world of heartbreaks.
Falling so quick it cannot be stopped the last crush of the rest of the aircraft has been captured by the creatures of the sea and no other witness.
Sudden silence and then whispering waves hidding all the evidence,
I keep faking my smile everyday,
Being welcomed by a pool of tears every night.
The only witness present is my sobbered pillow.
Yet like air controllers,
Those who care seem to wonder
"What on earth has happened to her sparkle?"
"The most inticing eyes have been powdered with grey"
"Where has she lost her zeal,
Her love for nature is gone,
What happened to all the inspirations that made her write?"
And at the back of my mind i wish somebody would get the answers.
All the answers can only be found by the search rescures,
Maybe somebody out there knows i need help,
Somebody willing to get all the answers, i guess...
Somehow i know,
That my heart like a black box lies,
In the deepest ends of the sea bed.
Unless some one comes and opens it,
I will never really know is wrong with me.
Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 7:33 PM UTC
I'm opening my eyes,
I'm perking up my ears
I'm lifting up my nose,
I'm holding in the tears
I'm opening my hands
I'm reaching out to see
It's getting hard to stand
I've never been so free
Free of you and free of me
Free of this and all I see
I close my eyes slowly
My breath comes in rolling
Lifting my chest slightly
All this contemplating
Is ever so lightly
Reverberating
Slowly down
Deeply close
All this sound
Is so morose
Before I open my eyes
Can you promise me something
That I'll never hear you lie
Can you hear my heart drumming
May I see you for who you are
And not who you put on to be
May you be that thing so far
Away from all it is I see
May I never have to open
My eyes to see you that again
The old house we built is broken
My solitude may never end
It is time to build something new
Something that will stand so true
And hold us both and then you'll see
That you too my friend can be free
I promise you today
That if your tongue will stay
I can show you more
Than you've seen before
And as we continue on this path
Weaving something, hard to graft
I tell you it will last us long
Longer than the endless song
The one I hear when I see you,
Without the talking, just so true
As to show me more than words can say
And carry me somewhere today
Somewhere you have forgotten long
The melody to a drifting song
Coming from a far off place
Losing strength, losing pace
When I reach for you and hold
Your face in my hands I'm sold
But when it is all just up to you
Things start falling deep into
This endless chaos I feel right now
Is more than I can feel somehow
And when I'm happy you aren't here
To see that there is naught to fear
When all there is, is more than enough
Smoothing the face of once a rough
Mountainside made of stone
This sea has washed away the one
The one thing that I may have held
Closely to that drumming heart
May these words just be felt
For not an ending but the start
The start to something real and raw
Something breathing, pounding slowly
All of this, not what I saw
But what lives in me and is now growing
Like a sprout from winters ground
It has taken such a profound
Place in my heart a shining warmth
And never again will you feel torn
Never again will things just blur
When people talk as their words slurr
Just close your eyes and remember
That little sprout from that December
The part of me left cold and lifeless
Is now reaching out and making this
More than gold or something priceless
More than all that was, can be, or is
My eyes elude me as do you
May you both forget this sleuth
Someone who has found the truth
Lifting from all death a youth
You're face is made of frozen clay
Still it's not all I've to say
To be alone is to live
To stay with you is to give
My life for something small and fragile
My strife for someone falling and I'll
Never tell you yes, I say
Especially not today
Now you're gone my mind is free
The calm after a storm you see
Is better than the calm before
And more inviting still for sore
Hearts that float among debri
They may be gone but now they're free
And if it takes my heart to stay
I'll never do it, oh no way
I'll close my eyes and run away
Sep 21, 2011
Sep 21, 2011 at 6:05 PM UTC
Debri lingered on the dark mahogany desk that your hands once meticulously cleaned
As I stared I couldn't help but think of the countless times when those hands also grazed mine
Through passion or even anger
The sweetness of your movement is my treasure
Stored in the most precious place
A place you swept delicately away-
Stealing the humming of its flutter
The flutter you took with you on that cold evening in December
Though I cannot say I will see you again one day
I will still talk to a wall with a picture hung upon it-
Perfectly straight
Only to humor my own indulgence
If I could distort the science
For even only a sentence to share
I would
Instead my voice will continue to rattle the leaves of the trees above me
With an endless touch
Left to be savored on my skin
And in my heart
(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 11:26 PM UTC
A feeling in the wrong place
Can only corrupt and erode
Like a meandering stream,
That leaves a scar.
Our lives do not flow so easy
There is cleavage,
But there is also fracture
Eradict and unpredictable.
We are not all prized gems
We are impure and complicated
Not so easily identified by the eye.
Closer to quartz and feldspar than diamonds,
Yet we long to posess
a promise of value
and so we pull this image close
We reach out for order,
Hardness and grace
But it was not the stream alone that carved the canyons
There was a grand collapse,
And the stream was left to carry that debri away.
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 4:22 AM UTC
Deep beneath dirt is where I would like to be
perhaps then, under rock, no one would find me
and my body would be left to decay not from hurt but debri
and you, my pain giver, I would not see
but I think, all the same, that eventually
I would crave you and want to dig myself free
Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 3:11 PM UTC
My minds swelling up with thoughts of you
like air balloons in July
I can't help but feel polluted
My heads unraveling, I'm tired, restless, and I'd be lying to myself
If I said I didn't miss your presence
Eventually I'll reach the end of my heights
I'll burst into debri and I hope it decends on you like rain made out of memories
And while you're drowning in my thoughts
my love, I'll say, how beautiful you look drenched in pain.
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 3:49 AM UTC
My room is a mess
debri settled on the nightstand from sleepover confessions, spilling all the secrets collecting dust inside our rib cages
ashes scattered across my roof from long nights of hoping the smoke would fill the spaces left
by our fathers
bladeless pencil sharpeners casting shame from my dresser
empty liquor bottles downed with hazy eyes and thoughts of those stupid ******* boys who won’t stop breaking our hearts and
maybe
I don’t know why I haven’t just put myself out but
how can you smother a fire when the ashes are already cold
Jul 2, 2015
Jul 2, 2015 at 11:49 PM UTC
It was the sunniest of days, in the mids of July. The year I don't recall. I was a boy then, doing some chores to make extra money. I was good at yard work. Raking, cleaning twigs, cutting down trees etc. I learned how to keep a clean yard from my grandfather, (my papa)he believed in hard work and in being a honest man. He was raised on a farm and worked from sunrise to well past the darkened hour. "A little hard work won't **** ya" was his motto, I sought-after. The sun was beating hot, without the shield of a single cloud. I took all I could, until I just needed to escape the sun, for just a minute. I ducked off into the near bye woods, where I knew all the trees would protect me. Their branches and leaves all intertwined, created a umbrella that would go on for miles. I found a moss covered rock bigger then me, in a dark damp spot of this forest. Laying my head down, I stared up at all the tree leafs, watching with anticipation for one to fall. I still remember the smell and feel of those woods. The smell of serenity and the feel of unjudging thoughts. "This is how I want to spend my life" I clearly remember saying out loud (to myself.) The woods were dark and cool. Yet calming and real to me. I frequented those woods for days on, through my childhood years up through my teenage years. Something had changed me that one summer day in July. Something had shown me a new light, a much more simple way of life and our expectations. It was calming, nurturing and protective. It was me, it was my soul, showing me how to be like you papa. My soul showing me how peaceful life is when we are at peace with ourselves. How everything we do, no matter how trivial at the time, really matters. Like all those times papa and I sat around a fire burning the days tree limbs and debri. Thinking it was just fun, when in reality, it was the best lesson I have ever learned.
The end.
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 3:17 PM UTC
I want to yell at the top of my ****** up lungs
Debri will fly out of my mouth
Like the smoke that I inhale
As I think of the fastest way to die
What is it that I feel toward myself?
That's the better question
I'm tired of thinking I'm tired of feeling
That when anything is possible why can't I die
Ayudame, help me
Talking to my mind
My soul my soul why do you break yourself
Berate yourself as if tomorrow is but a dream
Ghost
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 9:00 PM UTC
I steal from her
Brick and mortar
To add to my foundation
Made of so little
rubble and debri
she wants this and wants that
but never stops
Never ever listens
I know what I want
the expense, knowing
I'm not right,
I am ruthless, and uncaring
Selfishly overbearing,
I blame these things
Upon the tiny shoulders of my self esteem you of course, and you know them,
and they point and accuse you too,
Never me.
I am a man
Made of Memories
splintered,
Like Glass in a window breaks
Then Falls to pieces
That find Places, spaces Beneath you
Made smaller and smaller still
Rushed away
carried everywhere you were.
Where the need of
Less and less fits,
unless like a man
It proves too imperfect,
Until I find my ending
I imagine it Deep & blue,
Richest Royal,
inviting,
Then I will forgive
Forget ever having been
Walked Upon By you
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 9:27 AM UTC
Anothers struggle is not your burden to bear. Let the washing of your cosmic tide keep you clean from all the debri thats being thrown into the sea.
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 2:33 PM UTC