"decrypt" poems
Crack it, then Scrutinize
Dissect when it’s analyzed
Decrypt, don’t thoroughly dismantle,
Stay calmed, don’t be rattled.
Observe, all the occurences,
list down, for your reference.
bolt in, shoot the solution,
release the gaunlet of execution!
if there's a mistake,
move on, let it be.
just track your fate,
Don't rely on ctrl+Z.
holes are expected,
Decision is your asset,
well if you can't go on then,
press reset. just try again
Oct 4, 2010
Oct 4, 2010 at 1:01 AM UTC
i saved all the tea my grandmother sent me
in her vacant-expression birthday
easter
christmas
thinking of you
cards.
thinking of you -
that is all
happy easter -
that is all
happy birthday -
that is all
not even an automated smile
a pre-written well-wish
the most primal of cards
full of tea.
i open the tea
smell it
hold it
look at it
decipher it
grandmother,
you send me a blank card
with your and grandfather's name
and a little baggy of tea
could you not at least say
i am sorry
is this tea an apology?
you always spoke through tea
but this tea i cannot decrypt
i saw you just the other day
i didn't say a word to you
hardly looked at you
i watched you sneak a picture of me with your old camera
laughing with my friends
is this tea
i miss you tea?
grandma,
it's ok.
this wasn't your fault,
it was your daughter's
i do miss you
i will save the tea you sent me.
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 12:22 AM UTC
The words turned into binary
A random set of on and off signals for the computer to encrypt, send and decrypt
Then they traveled through the net,
Through the nearest server where it sent the words to where it needed to be
Then they showed up as the same words on the other end.
It is there for the world to see.
For the world to judge,
For the world to see who I really am.
I can remove it anytime I wanted to,
But I wanted to know what the world would think.
The world could be amazed.
The world could be insulted.
So I waited and waited,
The minutes turned into hours.
So I gave up and went to sleep.
When I woke, there was disappointment in my head.
There was nothing.
No reaction, good or bad.
I poured my soul into the words on the screen.
The words that defined who I am, who I was, and who I want to be.
The ignorance gave me a new feeling.
No one had taken interest in me.
My life was defined by ignorance
And maybe, ignorance wasn't bliss.
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 8:07 AM UTC
Day by day,
night by night,
such a cliche opening;
I hate it.
Usually,
I can sit & write unbounded
but recently my brain's been
cleaved into microscopic encryptions.
It seems almost impossible to
...elucidate my mental paradigm
...or maybe to accept it?
Sometimes...
I find myself
yearning to write about nature
but then I begin to cogitate on
how aesthetic nature is.
Trees and flowers.
*"You and me.
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
..under the trees.
R-O-L-L-I-N-G
...in the flowers.
You and me."*
****
Don't get things misconstrued,
I just love,
writing about love.
There's a girl I've never met
but mentally it feels like,
we share telepathy.
I feel like
...within the distance between us,
there's this distinctive cryptic aura
and I yearn to decrypt it.
****
...told you I just love writing about love.
Ironically though,
I'm far from ready for it.
-d.b.d.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 6:54 PM UTC
A paradox does lie below
Since many wise men claimed to know:
All spoken truth is doomed to fail
Cause every word works like a veil
Just hiding what is meant by it
As soon as we try to decrypt
Cause every meaning’s far beyond our wit
And as a consequence of that
They don’t know what they really said
Cause every thought they claimed they had
Can make its thinker really mad
Who tries to analyze its sense instead
Of going on or just ahead
Cause every logic is a truth born dead
All logic is a severed head
So paradoxes are no threat
Since they can help because they show
That we can’t say what we do know
Although we do it all the time
As long as we don’t fix loose signs
Cause we destroy the truth that we define
And truth would be a living thing
If words could leave their twisted string
That dooms all thoughts to keep on wondering
*So wait a minute
There is a trap in every thought
With a chance in it
To find another better word*
Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 11:27 AM UTC
We walk around in solitude,
And stand by ourselves.
Our eyes see each other:
*Flesh, and flesh alone is what we see,
It's what we seek.*
We want the outer shell.
The soul is just an addition on the inside;
A thing hidden from the world,
That's not to be considered:
Just ignored and suppressed.
We're dominated in our minds,
We're slaves of the likes and the trends,
We want to be who they see us as,
But they, but we, but everybody can only see the flesh;
And that is what we seek.
We won't believe in what can't be seen.
We've grown to forsake the lurking monsters,
They were banished by rationality;
And when our conscience raises it's head,
It's just ignored and oppressed.
We've turned into Automatons;
Mannequins, who can style themselves.
The soul, hidden inside,
Is something that can't be seen,
And so, *it isn't considered, isn't wanted;*
Only flesh is what we seek.
While our soul shrivels up, decayed and decrypt,
Our flesh, we keep intact.
We swallow the infernal ache,
And plaster the cracks on our smiling face--
And the cries of our soul, we keep repressed.
***For, we care for what they see.
They can only see the flesh,
And flesh is what they seek.***
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 12:36 AM UTC
One of these days, happiness shall be mine.
The clouds will disperse, sunshine will come to stay.
I need only keep a weather eye on the silver line.
Sometimes it is easy, it is hard sometimes.
If ever I start doubting myself, I simply say,
“One of these days, happiness shall be mine.”
Every once in a while, I can’t help but resign
myself to fate. Yet, I know I will be better the next day.
I need only keep a weather eye on the silver line.
Every blow, every bruise I receive is just a sign
that my struggle is worth it. I will find my way.
One of these days, happiness shall be mine
There is no way to decrypt destiny’s design;
To keep from drowning, to keep the fear at bay
I need only keep a weather eye on the silver line.
What keeps me going is the belief that I will be fine.
When everything’s said and done, I will be okay.
One of these days, happiness shall be mine,
I need only keep a weather eye on the silver line.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 2:51 PM UTC
Im burning in the inside
Not pride but desire i cant hide
Ambition my ammunition
Im ambiguous
Thats my definition
One or more descriptions to decrypt him
GOD called me to handle some business
Especially in depictions
Im a instrument
With significance
Set apart from the existence
Of my glory so no comparisons co existing
Its cool to be different
My flow you can swim in
Inside my hair is lake michigan
My waves spinning
Thats a bay is you kidding
You wont see no fishes
Only sharks that live in
So dont try to flow wit em
Its a new beginning
That you'll witness
Got an new engine
Horsepower in it
Its only been driven
But nobody seen it
One of the meanest
Monster trucks breathing
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 12:32 AM UTC
run across the orange shorelines where the greatest empires have fallen,
and kiss the waves of the salty sea in hopes of resting your clumsy pulse and frivolous thoughts.
stretch your legs.
lithe up like a prideful little boy before a rigged game of 'the floor is lava'
and run!
run like your laces will never untie and your loaded veins will never misfire.
run through the realms of yellowing pages you cling to,
full of ball-point metaphors and crisp, eloquent descriptions of the beautiful feelings you've trained yourself to hate along the way.
i beg you to get over-friendly with your paintbrush when we reminisce this time.
run.
full-fledged, snot-nosed, scared-shitless-grinned
sprint!
run to silky cotton bedding drenched in the stench of your maladaptive daydreams;
peppered with layers of insight we've yet to discover,
and two cold pillows
that can never seem to sing your static head to sleep or fully embrace the weight of your bruised shoulders.
run like you can feel for once;
like a curious kid who's never seen a map or compass,
he just zigs and zags through the seemingly endless wildflowers at full speed as he pilots the backyard in pure and sincere bliss.
run to sun-drenched golden fields where the night sky tints itself blue to succumb to its favorite shade of darkness,
and your breath settles low on the tips of the tall grass like the fog growing over a prehistoric low-land,
and the stars twinkle like lake-thrown pebbles about to let you decrypt the gleaming secrets they hold...
and everything comes clear
and cool
and calm.
run free
and fierce
and nameless
like it's the only thing you've ever known,
run until you reach me.
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 7:57 PM UTC
*I know you're biting on your tongue
so hard you might bleed
Holding your breath,congesting your lungs
But the words are biting you with greed
Your face is flashing red and pink
You have a lot boiling, trying to decide*
**I don't know what to think
But I'm no longer at ease
Even if I don't know what it is
Your eyes are trying to speak
but I can't decrypt their silence
you're pale and looking sick
has something come between us
and by asking I'm making it worse?
Why are you suddenly cold
Is it something you were told**
*Speak, why have the smiles died
and your face says you've cried?
why is your hair looking wild
Has someone hurt you love child?
You know when you hurt I hurt
You know you have my heart
I'm breaking the more in the uncertainty
I'm losing the grip on sanity
Are you afraid I won't understand
you know I understand, I try
speak dove, don't just cry
Your tears are a thing I can't stand*
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 4:51 AM UTC
For every response left unread.
For every thought trapped in my head.
For the way you make me feel.
Decrypt if it's fake or if it's real.
It's hard to explain a feeling you don't quite know yourself.
Understanding your own mind can be tricky sometimes.
We don't quite know each other yet, despite that fact.
I still feel comfortable to talk to you.
it feels like we have already had a wonderful first date, a romantic second, and our third wasn't the best but we are both don't care because we are spending it together.
It makes me nervous, not knowing if you imagine the same thing.
That's why I panic when I talk to you, not knowing if the thing I just said was good enough.
so I say something new before you can type back, and believing that isn't good enough so I repeat the cycle.
Becoming stuck in a whirlpool of my own anxiety and overthinking, just because I don't want to miss my chance at that bad third date.
I don't want to miss the chance to stare at you, on a night not going as planned, but still being able to smile when I look at you.
I'm sorry I'm not good at talking, but I promise you would enjoy my rambling and awkwardness if you gave it a shot.
Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 3:02 PM UTC
Tongue tied
And butterflies
Twisted words
And hateful lies
Can all mean the same thing
If there is nothing
Behind the words
Tongue tied
You are afraid to speak
Fearing that she might
Possibly reject you
Butterflies
Fill your chest
Everytime you're near her
So you give her your very best
Twisted words
Have got your mind
Racing to understand
Their meaning
Hateful lies
Decrypt the way
She feels for you
Deep down inside
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 8:55 PM UTC
Eyes closed
Blinded by violent sun rays
The land seems foreign
But you own and nurture it
Now you walk its valleys and peaks
With your soul as your only guiding light
They think you can't see
But you've survived centuries
Inside the deep seas
You're an old soul
Perhaps odd too
But one thing for sure
You've had too much to see
Your eyes filled with desert sands
Mixed with water from the oasis
You gasp for air
For long you've had oxygen supplied to you
Food chewed for you and fed to you as pulp
Now you want to take control
And once again throne the chair
Fists clenched
As if you'd just woken up
From a terrible dream
The whole neighborhood awake
Because of your loud screams
How far did you sleepwalk
And strayed from your spiritual beam
You think they wanna open your fists
And read the secret seams
The exotic path on your palms
A sacred pact between yourself
And your originator
Now you choke
From all the fear you've generated
To your surprise
Everyone around you is smiling
And you immediately ask yourself
"Are these people happy or are they lying
Pretending to rejoice when they're only gathered here to watch me dying"
"Welcome to the puzzle game"
A voice inside you says
"The only baffling factor here
Is that you are the puzzle
And the puzzle is you
The world is but a mold
Complete and incomplete
With and of itself"
Just like a folding daisy
You slowly open up
And take it all in, the light, the madness
And slowly you regain your sight
You lift your arms and feel the wind
Brush against your broken wings
Gradually you learn to unclench your fists
For therein lies your secret code
The coordinates to your destination
The part of the world better known as home
Ironically, this is not the end
But the beginning to this beautiful game called life
Be it a map to a secret treasure
A key to a door to unsolved mysteries
Or a keyword that will capture
Someone's heart until time
Raptures love without all the miseries
Or simply a fortune cookie with a prank written inside
That code is yours
Etched upon your tiny hands
It is your responsibility to decrypt that message
And interpret it to fit your purpose
And your purpose is nothing more
Than what you make it.
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 8:47 AM UTC
If you can read
I am an open book
- full of gibberish
but If you have
The Cipher of love
You can decrypt it,
unlock it's secrets
and explore my World
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 8:12 AM UTC
My mind dissects each word you speak,
Like puzzle pieces, I must decrypt.
Each detail stowed and analysed,
Each contradiction memorised.
Your lies will always be uncovered,
As habits form, truth is discovered.
I'll turn your tales all day and night,
Until the pieces fit just right.
So spare yourself, I implore,
I will solve your messy jigsaw.
©️Lizzie Bevis
Dec 12, 2024
Dec 12, 2024 at 12:11 AM UTC
The patterns are quite clear,
especially if you know
how to decrypt,
how to untangle the web.
It's not brain surgery,
there's no mystery
to your creation
of self.
And you cry,
you cry
the sweetest sounds,
lamenting your downfall
and how could you.
And they,
they love
to have it so,
inhaling a world of pain,
wanting you,
while you smile,
holding strings.
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 9:17 PM UTC
There are things
Hard to decrypt
I'm a fool, never seem to get any hints
Never seem to understand what she really implies
My heart tells me that some of the things she says are about me
My mind tells me I'm selfish and ******** for believing anything like that can be about me when she has him.....
She tells me she's not sure who she writes about, it just all comes out when she writes
Our past together are the only herpa times I've ever had.....
I can't help hoping you still think about me the way I do with u...
I can't stop my heart from beating when I hear you say my name.....
And I can't stop it from aching when I see u in his arms...
I want you in my arms
I want you on my lips
I want you by my side
I want you hand in mine
I
Want
You
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 6:00 AM UTC
Bewitching by her eyes and chest
The riddled lady came abreast
Yet the answer I did supply her
Fatally frosted my deep desire
These unfleshly lines are all that rest
It is not sorrow towards I strive
Pain and passion strike as one
We may win both or may win none
Bold the men that still contrive
To decrypt this ruthless riddle of life
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 12:50 AM UTC
The average person knows between 20,000 and 30,000 words.
~ and for Senor CG~
<>
*infinite then the multiplicity of combinations,
and yet we use so few,
and the comforting ones,
we repeat unconsciously
for they apparently applicable
to the boo/hoo/who in Who Me?*
*messing about in poetry,
an excuse to betray ourselves
to a greater audience with
hints and provenances,
secret’s subtle
could mean
trouble*
*I have revealed more than
I could believe ~
not the drabfactoids
but the insights*
*that flesh my self~sketches,
you could ask me anything,
my answer simple and
insane~same!*
*if you explicitly explain
there is no fun in that,
but the clues writ large,
answering questions you
didn’t know to ask*
plenty to hide, some too
well disguised
*but the hints are clear enough,
to make sure you’re
asking the correct ones*
so,
sorry apology
Senor Carlo
the doorknob to my spotlight clearly
visible
in the portrait of my preposterous
multi~nefarious words*
*no great reveal
no screaming squeal
for you to decrypt
still requires an
inning of
excavation digging,
for it’s in the over thousands of
psalms and prayers
and a few layabout
poems
who/hoo,
too*
(wink)
Dec 20, 2024
Dec 20, 2024 at 12:49 PM UTC
Whats my name?
and where do i belong?
What lame
Question?
rhetorically
I asked my mirror image
Tuft of hair sprouting from my head
my thoughts spinning like a windmill
I was a different creature from yester years
i was a different shade in this hell
Around me i could hear whispers
Murmurs and even stammers
spilling hum around nature
As they tried to decrypt my identity
As a davinci's code
trying to fit me like a jigsaw
puzzle
Who am i??
The face i saw in a bowl of spring water
Made me wonder
the shadow i saw on a sunny day
left me perplexed
In how many realms do my souls exist
in how many forms do i breathe
With hazy and tired eyes
I can nolonger see my future
nor can my brain fathom what i am
Around me all is dark and hidden
far from reach
do i have an alter ego?
Am yet to comprehend
so
Who is the other me?
Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 12:50 PM UTC
he is an encrypted cipher
that no one succeeds to decrypt
except I, his devoted decoder,
will lovingly write his untold poetry;
let it be spoken, not in words,
but in the bits of his codes..
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 7:04 AM UTC
...in all this imperfection i seek the perfect tone the lost chord the forgotten lyrics that call the lord to action when last we made love i built a pyre of your clothes and burned them because i wanted to make an offering and to hold you perfect and naked forever but you were only chilly and distant like god well who knows what successful supplication requires so now i light many candles against the gloom lace my morning coffee with bourbon ply the fire how many shades of gray does the world contain i have tried to count them and failed perhaps you know tell me love what is the spark that sets alight and where is the fire that breaks the night i want to take you violently from behind deep and without remorse like a centaur mounting a greek maiden on a perfect frozen vase i am praying hard for redemption and more whiskey perhaps a smile but darkness swirls in my brain an old friend whispering me toward the abyss saying it's ok just a few more steps and silence shall reign so what is the sound of one synapse firing why did the golden rule tarnish where have the indigo buntings fled the squirrels in my walls are scratching out messages in code if i can decrypt them and expose the international rodent conspiracy will i become famous and rich will lovely women fling their lingerie at me like silken boomerangs and ride me like a trojan horse or will the masters find me first and sequester me and my waterfalls of words in the madhouse of obscurity and is this a chance worth taking that those who care not should know the truth i know i am a river but where am i running the words pour the words rain it is hard to know what all this means and yet it must mean...
- mce
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 7:27 PM UTC
Wake up the morning thinking about what I dreamt
Take my envision, I begin to decrypt it
I become my own tenant in my very mind
Twists and tangles break loose and unwind
Theories,thoughts, and labels soon combine
Questions pop from many aspects and angles asking me 'Why?'
Mystery running at my mental state then defines what I'm searching
The journey through this chiseled lake of slime
Demons lurking bottom, top, right, left, and inside
Evil vibes merging causes plants to die
Around me, ground diverging, but pauses
Positive energy flows within me
Peace, Nirvana, Karma soon breaks the scene
Demons, beasts, devils begin to flee
Life sprouts back, but more beautifully
Crust blossoms green and my soul feels free
Though, part of me doesn't feel complete
Turning to the sky I see a distant moon
Learning as a spirit, I grasped and flew
Feeling whole, feeling one, as if I came from planet's roots
Flying farther, soaring higher, a wing divides
A golden road coated with cracks begins to lye
Worry,fear, strikes my soul
Wing comes back and merges to me from it's side
Aura straight to my head, I soon comply
Negative fuels the regressing signs
Took a deep breath and let myself apart
Letting so led to the departure of my heart
Though, in an aspect it showed it's growth and true art
Now into four, not only did we aim towards the piece
But unto the passion of more beliefs
Walking at first together, soon we part ways in order to achieve the development we desperately long to keep
Once the defeat of my journey, I reform back to one and rise to the next set of keys.
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 12:07 PM UTC