"decompress" poems
The lull of a restless night relieves my senses
It's monotone silence maintains my breath
The cold night breeze enters through an open window
It whispers soft tunes and attempts to put me to sleep
The humming of an exhausted laptop helps me decompress
It distracts me from overthinking and blocks out my stress
As the night goes on it starts to rain
It comforts my senses and cleanses my pain
This time-worn house cracks and creaks
It talks of troubled times and how it came to be
This place I call home proves i’m never alone
And it's always there to support me
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 9:25 AM UTC
When you're in such a mess,
You know its not just stress,
Self too tangled, can't decompress,
Too complicated to express.
~A.d | 13 Dec 2014
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 5:27 AM UTC
I am air;
I am everywhere.
I am the breeze in the trees,
I am the moving clouds above,
I am the wind,
dancing as I pass
I am air;
I am everywhere.
I expand;
I decompress;
I warm;
I cool;
I am air;
I am everywhere.
I am the breathe in you,
I am the swirling feeling in your stomach,
I am the oxygen,
encompassing every part of you.
I am air;
I am everywhere.
I am in the heavens,
I am in the balloons,
I am in the rivers,
I am in the reeds,
I am air;
I am everywhere.
I am invisible,
but I am there.
I am nowhere,
but I am everywhere.
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 9:22 AM UTC
skimming the feed of poetry
reading the works of poets
liking here and there
without ever a care
some of us rather copiously
we all have our favorites
but the poem is just the beginning
of the start with a spark
if you never look at the activity
you are missing the best part
it's the jam that turns me on
in comments short or long
continuing the song
so don't be offended
of the flame that's ignited
its all rather splendid
to fire the wordplay excited
it's not really a contest
but more of a sinuous ebb and flow
hoping for a laugh or looking to decompress
when you have a day that blows
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 2:12 PM UTC
Anybody else got that one person or song
You could go without it all day long
You could be angrier than a dog with rabies
Or someone who got robbed daily
Why is it that when that person or song Hppens to be around or on that all of a days Aonizing moments seem to just slip on by
To another place or another time in rhyme
It's like all those bad vibes fall apart when Something like that touches the heart
This is an odd little occurrence but im sure it's a normal occurrence Helping me decompress and acquiesce too I guess that mood changer is all we need Sometimes
(hint, pay attention to the capital letters)
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 8:26 AM UTC
The world's out of order
My life is a mess
I need a weekend of chillin'
To help decompress
A few days of football
And drinks and good friends
Will fix up my mood
And get this blackness to end
My wife's with another
And my car died en route
To my place of employment
So, I got the boot
The dog found a new friend
he met up with a skunk
And what's left of my house
Has a wonderful funk
I'm sitting here working on Sunday's headache
Even though it's still only Friday
I'm running a tab, cause the bank's overdrawn
It's a bourbon and beer and a rye day
My ex called this morning
Said our daughters in jail
And she has no money
to help pay the bail
That black cloud of dismal
Still over my head
I should have rolled over
And stayed home in bed
They say your problems
happen in threes
Multiply that by five
And it happened to me
So it's time to move on
Sit and chill for a while
Forget all the crap
And just sit, drink, and smile
I'm sitting here working on Sunday's headache
Even though it's still only Friday
I'm running a tab, cause the bank's overdrawn
It's a bourbon and beer and a rye day
Aug 22, 2012
Aug 22, 2012 at 7:23 PM UTC
The Doctors point and whisper
With crude and handmade tools.
Pinch and cut and decompress
like blood soaked sweating ghouls.
A slash, a snap, a sting
make a finger move.
The swollen eye, it twitches
and the mouth begins to drool.
Still no heartbeat, still no life
in the body, three days dead,
yet there is the softest sentence
uttered by the head;
Slipping slug-like out
from desperate lips in dread.
With unfocused twitching eyes
this is what it said:
"Let this one thing still be sacred;
The shroud between the dead and living.
Let the sleeping dogs now lie,
The Dead we're never meant to sing.
"Don't bring Death to Living lands
Don't take back the hourglass sand.
Leave the idols where they stand.
Leave the blood on bloodstained hands."
The doctor ***** his head:
"Is there movement in the brain?"
Another doctor shakes his own:
"None that can sustain"
Sowing shut his lips they say:
"Disturb us not again".
But a wordless sorrow is intact
in the soul that still remains.
Once again they dig in deeper
to find the glitch that kills.
With their knives and scissors
and noises crude and shrill.
The dead head slowly drops
with eyes wet, wide and still,
that meet the eye of a mocking bird
upon the window sill.
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 7:51 AM UTC
Now that
I’ve told
you all my secrets
Won’t you come
in the night
and ****** me
with the truth?
Push me down,
and tie me to the bed
that I made
Freudian-slipping
between layers of
*in vino veritas
conversations*
When I manifested
from under the mask
where I just
want to be accepted
as both the light
and my shadow
Won’t you come
pull my dark passenger
from the
dark
depths
of my sacral chakra?
My deepest desires
spiraling out,
you've
got me
wrapped around
your finger
I am the snake
coiled around
the core
of the sweetest
fruit
I just want to
savor
Then slither
back home
To the
Goddess of the Abode
To decompress
this tension
To Rise up and
slit my throat
at the vortex
of expression
Jul 28, 2016
Jul 28, 2016 at 10:30 PM UTC
Let's get away and put the mind at ease.
Let's relax and focus upon the sweet, salty ocean breeze.
Fold up the newspaper and tuck it away,
De-stress and decompress from all that is everyday.
So let's lean back a little more in this beach chair of ours,
Stretching out a little more to get the sand between our toes,
Tucked in the sand, sticking out and sun-brown like little pieces of drift wood.
The warmth of the sun combined with ocean spray in the wind
Hits perfectly upon our changing from light to dark brown skin.
We've never been one to have an umbrella drink in hand
But our Mexican beer with lime sits next to us sweating in the sand.
So as the day wears on we'll chit and chat, talking about this and that,
Watching the sun slide down we pull lower our beat up old straw hat
To better hide what is an already sun-burnt face
In this, what over the years has become our quiet place.
It's more than true that time goes quickly when having fun,
And we barely remember where and when we had begun.
Regardless, we wonder how it has possibly gone so fast and where it went,
But not a moment would we not consider time well spent.
Sep 23, 2012
Sep 23, 2012 at 2:11 AM UTC
Sunday’s an auspicious day to suggest
that you, as a student, take a recess
in order to try and decompress
from our studying and stress
Now, of course, if you’re so possessed,
or some might even say obsessed,
you could study for a test,
we all want to do our best
but some work habits can oppress
and leave one all depressed
Just take a needed rest
and if your needs are unaddressed
get caressed when you’re undressed
some would have that thought suppressed
or simply left it unexpressed
but under oath I would attest
and to a priest I have confessed
all my roommates acquiesced
that for relaxation it’s the best
and quickest way to get unstressed
there are a hundred things I could suggest
you type “A”s tend to make everything a contest
in this, there are no professors for you to impress
this isn’t a competitive, academic trap, trick or jest
I just know that, on Monday, this girl will be refreshed
Apr 30, 2023
Apr 30, 2023 at 11:11 PM UTC
Been stressed. Been depressed.
Been too depleted to decompress.
Had my issues and lost my way.
Lost myself trying not to stray.
Had some highs. Had some lows.
Had some smiles to put on some shows.
From sleepless nights to morning daze.
From not eating food to stress weight-gains.
I’ve had little-to-nothing to my name;
Suffered silently in my shame.
Been misvalued and disregarded,
or inconsiderably bombarded.
Been tried and been tested. Even been disrespected,
but the bomb inside still hasn’t blown.
I’ve done my part with the love I’ve shown.
If rejected or not well-received, then
shake the dust off of your feet and leave,
‘cause while the love you have for them is real,
so is loving yourself and keeping your soul at peace.
You can only do so much for others. Love yourself enough not to give up or quit. & when life hits, hit back 🥊 💛
You’ve gone far for others. Make sure to take care of yourself too. #balance #boundaries #love #peace #knowyourworth 👌🏽✌🏽
Nov 18, 2023
Nov 18, 2023 at 2:08 PM UTC
I’m finding myself very stressed
I think it’s time to decompress
1
2
3
Breath
3
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1
Breath
B
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Stress free....
If it was only that
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Y
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 8:32 AM UTC
A broken guitar tells me to shut it
on every rest note.
And I tell myself to
ditch old baggage
on the side of the road
to clean my tattered knapsack
of cobwebs and broken light bulbs.
So I divest,
Decompress in present
because right now, I'm at peace.
You speak over church bells
at the top of the hour
and I listen like
nothing else matters.
But I only hear the future
My future, your future, our future
the world's future.
It's not often,
but every once in a while
midnight slaps me with a sound
I can't explain.
Even if I explain myself
I ramble around the point
like an arrow with no tip.
The weird thing about time
is it's a lot like music,
or a galaxy,
but right in the palm
of soft hands and ambitious souls
It only makes sense with experience,
and getting lost in a pavilion
of nervous butterflies
only seen in lucid dreams.
The world is old. We're young.
We're lost. And so is everyone else.
Tell me about your favorite constellation,
your favorite letter of the alphabet,
what makes you tick,
and why.
One day, after learning about your spectrum,
and where it intersects with mine
we'll dance in space.
I'll come to my senses
and question nothing
Not even the silence between our lips.
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 10:39 AM UTC
A cozy blanket of numbness is what I seek
Far away from people and their faux complexities
Their insistence on infecting you with vile opinions
I need to distance myself away from the poison that is humanity
To have the ability of seeing their petty emotions
Through a pair of binoculars
I tire from episodes consisting of synaptic overloads
Decompress, readdress, and be free of stress
I desire the chance to finally say that
I just don't give a ****
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC
Maybe thugs aren’t shooters,
They all need to decompress.
Calling themselves gangsters,
Never should they be blessed.
Thugs don’t get all their girls,
They pay them just big bucks.
Killing like they own all worlds,
Murdering with all their Glocks.
Blood gangs, where are the Crips?
Crip gangs, where is the Bloods?
They are fake owning their cribs,
Murdering just to own any goods.
Gangsters don’t own their swags,
It’s the Rap Game, it’s the G Code.
They rob and steal, filling all bags,
Man, these gangsters seem all old!
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 4:54 PM UTC
***Rustic memoirs
decompress under
the kokoros era of ink's
fluid vibrant black belt disciple
submerged to the holy ground bridges
where growethst the tiniest green lively tapestries caressing the impeccable coordination of wilted rugs preparing to take off into the open wide swoon for there's a landor on your lawn, a timber tale lotus blossoming towards the black and blue hues minglin frequency wavered jade bidis becoming the one
swarowski bidi on the rampage of
our wildest years yearning***
* colours fading into the righthearted unity of a remorsed graceful residence unfolding the rocket reggae vibes happily again*
Jun 28, 2015
Jun 28, 2015 at 12:44 PM UTC
In the stillness of time,
is where I tend to live,
Tranquility and peace,
is what calmness will give.
Everything is at a halt,
and is frozen in time,
a time to decompress and
to just to unwind.
To live in this state,
will be so divine, happiness
for those few moments,
will feel just fine.
I wish that I could stay,
in this frame of reposed mind,
just to dwell for a lifetime,
Frozen in this time.
B.R.
Date: 10/18/2024
Oct 18, 2024
Oct 18, 2024 at 6:39 PM UTC
Sometimes, what I really want
Is to be engulfed in silence
To blink, and open my eyes
Greeted by nothingness
Just gentle nothingness
I'd blink
Close
Open
Eyes
And still
Nothing
And I'd just sit there
Silence holding my everything
Caressing flesh
And allowing nothing to pierce my thoughts and hearing
Save for whatever I decide to allow
I'd see nothing
No one
Ne'er a voice nor another body
Sometimes, I wish to be engulfed by silence
And allow it to become my everything
I'd finally have time to cry
To decompress
To allow every pain that I've experienced
Every frustration
Every curiosity
Every emotion
To be released
And once I'd done mine,
I'd ask for yours
And if you'd let me,
I'd throw all your pain into the silence
And we'd never hear from it again
The silence
For if one allows engulfment for too long
One truly must face self
And this I assure you
Insanity follows
Without others
Without Him
Without friends, families, lovers, strangers, acquaintances, enemies, bosses, & coworkers
Silence is nice
But I'm glad I am where I am
Because I can wish for silence
Desire engulfment
But secretly be so blessed,
That while I wish
I do not truly desire.
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 10:31 PM UTC
Broken me not
Broken I forgot
Abandoned alone my childhood disowned
Survival self-taught
Weathered storms so cold
Broken I forgot
A journey alone I fought and fought
Words to decompress
Breakthroughs who forgot
Insight brings light
Questions unanswered
Broken me not
New life New bonds
No more struggling in silence
Using words as a weapon
Strengthen my mind
The world not forgotten my revival profound
Broken past in the open
Broken me not
Reborn my word tree
I sit endlessly think
A million questions revived
I question
WHO ME
Off-subject life continues my words........ Help ME
Dec 31, 2024
Dec 31, 2024 at 11:37 AM UTC
Please let me have several weeks
So that my anxiety can decompress
Several weeks
That I might feel comfort again
With you
Give me several weeks
So the furniture is gone
And we can properly pretend
That there is no history
Past or future
Only the present
Cause you don't need this
And this is just practice
For your epic
If you don't
Stop for a month of Sundays
And really think about
What it is you're writing
Who you're antagonizing
I guarantee that you'll never
Ever
Have time to formulate it all
Type for a month
And you'll never get far enough
To encourage bindings
NO more
Fix that
All that ********
That makes you RAMBLE
Yeah I said it
You run on at the mouth
Just kiss me
Tell me how you feel
With the mustached upper lip
And your fat bottom lip
Leave me mouth insides
That I have to wipe off
Several weeks before you leave me a poem like this
Don't do it.
I'll leave something that like this
Raucous. On blast. Larger than life.
Don't **** this up.
I JUST got you a job.
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 12:19 AM UTC
I'm astonished I'm not getting grey hairs
I'm stuck in the cross hairs
I thought this would wind down
As each step unfolds
But it just expanded the road
You think I stress out too much?
I've been apart of every hand clutch
The most used crutch
This has taken a toll on me as well
You aren't the only one stuck in a well
Not everything is as swell
As people make it out to be
The pain just stays silent
As the thoughts grow more intense
These scenarios are getting more violent
As the time treadmill goes on
Fervent headches
Should be a thing
But I hardly get them
Lucky me
Throughout my good fortune
I can only find the flaws
Everyone else is dealing with
And it might add a restless spectacle in me
Insatiable as they come
I might be somebody's bottle of ***
Beating the problems out like a drum
Whether you're from the big city or straight out of Krum
I can redeem you back into it all
It'll take some work
But it's nothing I'm not acquainted with already
Keep those positive thoughts steady
And the activity heavy
You don't want people thinking you're petty
I miss the days of Tom Petty
We're all trying to survive in this great country
Some live in the country
For that exact reason
To decompress
To wind down
From the hecticness that humanity brings
I hear the phone ring
Who could be up at this hour?
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 4:53 AM UTC
Today I woke up and I already knew
It was going to be
An Everything day.
It's what I call the days that you wake up and feel like your head is already full of bees,
And your stomach doesn't quite feel easy but rather queesy.
When I roll over to try to assimilate while I take in deep breaths, and as I stare at my ceiling I feel like my chest is exploding with every feeling under the sun.
I close my eyes as I try to decompress the vast,
Swirling Galaxy trying to remain contained within.
And the sounds of the fan in the background feels like the winds of a high mountain top and the light that randomly billows in feels like it's absorbing into my skin.
I breathe in
And feel it all fill my lungs with more than air but
Life!
And on the breath out, it all zooms back to me.
I go from the top of the cold Mountain view and it's icy winds that I was just breathing in, pulled back to the fan and the light in my window and as I exhale more air; the further I come back to my mind, my eyes open and there's that ceiling again.
The emotions and the thoughts still slowly swirling in and around me like the creamy designs that twirl clockwise in coffee after stirring.
I try to breathe,
But it just expands me more,
I breathe out,
I shrink into nobody
Until I become
No Thing.
How can I constantly feel
Everything and Nothing
All at once... For eternity...
Oct 25, 2021
Oct 25, 2021 at 3:11 PM UTC
It's the only way I can decompress my thoughts,
Problem is when I unravel them I see you.
All that's left is you.
You were the one I talked to, to untangle my past, my present, you were my future.
When does this self loathing and blaming stop?
I'm better without you that's for sure, you were always a drug to me, and I'm still waiting on the text or call from you to get me high.
I won't be there to pick up the phone. I wont be at your beck and call.
I'm better alone.
I cant trust that the next girl whom catches my eye.
Wouldn't want her going off and pulling a you, but this loneliness won't leave me alone so she will have to do.
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 5:53 AM UTC
Choose another bitter morning routine -
whether from cold, coffee, or compression,
As in "man, I really need to just relax and decompress"
But without the last bit happening.
Choose to let it sink in until you can bite it off,
Choose the pressure because it feels like home,
Choose to dally, choose self-sabotage,
Choose kicking at the gears of your routine until
Something warps under the strain until
It fits like you never believed it would.
Choose the long way into work, a million faces
Nodding off behind their steering wheels,
The city's symphony still trying to get in tune,
Still trying to harmonize with, with, with, with
Whatever gets them to their job still sane, all
Trying to dance to beats only they can hear,
Howling out careworn verses they scrawled
By trailing their lives along the road:
The rhythm of the city is discord and hell.
Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 5:01 AM UTC
Oh Gygax,
If you could see what you've made,
What it's become,
To those you've touched,
With simple dice, paper, and pen,
You'd see a community you've helped,
A people inspired,
Of joys you bring everyday.
You introduce to some a world of creativeness,
Of fantasy and dragon slaying,
To others you've helped provide a creative outlet,
Something they thought they'd never have again.
You've helped people make friends,
Some lifelong,
Connecting them in various ways,
But through it all,
It will have all started,
With a 20 sided dice,
And a simple question;
"Would you like to play?"
You've helped some through some rather dark and rough patches,
A form of escapism that can't compare,
To others you've provided a fun weekly activity,
To decompress from the toils of the day-to-day.
From the starry eyes of our most youthful,
To the slightly hazy eyes of old,
Entertainment you've brought to us,
From your average joes,
To famous folk,
The touch of your creation enraptures all that it beholds.
My friends and I gather again,
On this Friday night,
To fight zombie hoards, Kobold warlords,
Even a Black pudding or two,
And for a little while,
In those fleeting instants,
They're great hero's of Valara and Altour.
So thank you Gygax,
for all you've done,
as we sit down at this table,
from the noble adventuring group known as the Assless Chaps,
(Exasperated Sigh)
And their beleaguered Dungeon Master.
Mar 25, 2022
Mar 25, 2022 at 5:03 PM UTC