"deduct" poems
I look at myself everyday
in the mirror
looking at my body intensely,looking for errors
my teeth
those monstrous pimples
and those cheap glasses
that hunch-back
who am I?
no,who is this? This body of self defeat?
what is my worth ?
what do my errors add up to?
does it deduct my final value?
Like a rusted guitar or a cheap rag doll?
So I look at the reflections of many mirrors
I compare myself to them to the point of exhaustion
some mirrors raised my value
some didn't
some lowered my value
and some destroyed my value entirely
at one point I broke my mirror
because I finally realize
that value didn't matter
since all those mirrors came from the same thing
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 5:13 PM UTC
I need only to smirk and you’re mine
Anytime
If it’s god that you want
I have dozens in mind
Devilishly divine
Bending time like a grandeur delusional
Spine
In a mad hatter ectoplas-mystical slime
A prismatic drug addict’s first nursery rhyme
Of accursed hearse verses of graphic design
Now to lay to rest intellect spectacles musing
Of selves glorified more than those of my choosing
To deify Destiny’s
Deathly serenity
Plentifully sending me vibrant surprises
And penning my ending in violent demises
Disguises surmised by the climate arises
Girl always there riding my similar waves
As I try to save face digging mechanized graves
But the cloud tentacles
To the depths
Drag me down
To demented ascension
Black holes in the ground
Where disciples of light
And my huntress in white
Vivify me by day
Resurrect me at night
To instruct and deduct
Reasoning in a state
Of a being supreme
Contemplating its fate
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 4:52 PM UTC
Chaos, demolition, destruction
controlled through supervised instruction
no end to slaughter, no reduction
have their own ways of seduction
On that throne, they sit and stare
The one which is called the 'chair'
Nation's green honour gone abrupt
you say, you're still not corrupt?
no one points at you, while you deduct
waiting for the world to erupt
Just about everything, you'll see here
Roots all clung to the evil chair
In which those so called governors sit
organisers, runners of this lovely bit
performing tricks for the show to lit
prepared for them is a special pit
Looters and criminals, all have a pair
Of gloves to keep stain off their chair
Don't believe their words, bark whatever
bamboozle us, truth from our eyes they sever
residing in those large structures like hever
could write three books upon their clever
Dreadful reality transferred heir upon heir
Criminals need not legitimate relations, just their ****** chair!
Sep 22, 2017
Sep 22, 2017 at 7:14 AM UTC
Day One filled with grace
An urge to fulfill
The purpose of birth-
Losing that which
Keeps the path hidden
Resolutions are waged
To add to or to deduct from-
And the bundle carried
Is lighter, for the path
Taken requires less
fire within burning
Shedding light to the path-
Path becomes less foggy
As the fire continues to burn
Welcome Brand New 2016
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 12:44 PM UTC
Used to talk about the winds of change
Blew so hard dreams out of range.
A poster child for too much too fast
A lifestyle that can’t possibly last.
Too many regrets and not enough memories
Shame in my heart makes me weak in the knees
That girl
was never what I wanted to be
That girl
has replaced my identity
This cycle of mistakes than cycle of forgiveness
All because of one innocent kiss
That turned into too much too fast.
Now is my present my future my past
A definition hard-pressed to overcome
Is this an experience I will learn from?
My value is priceless I know this for fact
But what happens when imagined reality turns into act
Does it count? Deduct worth? Hold steady forever?
May have blacked out once but forget it never
Smile on my face song in my heart
Has become the biggest lie, what a false start
My life lacks truth, commitment, and redemption
I need self-control and freedom from temptation.
Apr 6, 2013
Apr 6, 2013 at 5:14 PM UTC
You,
Add as an ornament me,
I often be ashamed that.
Because,
Yours levities are
About me only
Bear a burden you
Don’t know my deep affection.
At your shadow war
Use as weapon me,
And my nearness
Make as precaution you.
In the flow of season
Me and you
Twist in two way.
You as in
And I also out.
Thus we are
Become goddess and slave.
Now,
I am deduct my life
Wear out olden memories
In this stepping stone.
And you; brooding
In golden veil of dreams
No blossom at anytime
On your dreams
Don’t get my thoughts
And journey words.
At the village ways
In soften silence
Small ants getting
For worship
They are coming
With a row
And roosting
My wet chest
I like it
Because,
They wish
Friendship with me
Am I become whose saviour?
Answer of this question is
Now my research topic
In this evening
Remove you my friendship.
When you re wear it?
Until then,
In freezes dew
Like cursed stone
Me alone
Trembled
Stiffed......
========== C N Kumar.
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 2:01 AM UTC
I can only deduct
It is not our's to keep
Provided by the sun
The particles of the meek
I can only conclude
I'm riding on a wave
Paddling in different directions
Sifting through the haze
I can only decipher
My thoughts in simple words
Weaving through this emptiness
Connected to this earth
We can only dream of
That which we cannot be
Free from these stages
Of human suffering
Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 7:57 AM UTC
all i wish for
are your wings ;
( great. powerful. endless flights through places i would call home, just me and just my thoughts and just the wind. )
all i wish for
is your beak ;
( sharp. different from a human mouth. responding and calling out every wordless sound i want to scream to the world. )
all i wish for
are your paws ;
( carry me as far as you can )
but i am not you
i don't have your wings
or beak
or paws
or what i wish for most of all
( let me tell you the most striking thing: reading an interpretation of you, learning about how you could possibly, probably, maybe predict and detect and deduct lies, never being fooled, gazing at people, being able to gauge their sincerity with just a sharp threatening sweep, of your eyes. )
most of all i wish for your eyes.
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 5:51 PM UTC
(3 hours. 3 years. A lifetime.)
1. 'and the Doctor said, "are you saying you feel guilty unless you are hungry?"
Discuss, with reference to the roles of female c haracters in the American moderns, particularly to Plath's representation of Esther in The Bell Jar , the relevance of this quote to your adolescent development.
(10 marks)
2. Should a poet's work invariably utilise enjambment or read in sequence, allowing the poet freedom to let the poetry find it's own form?
(Candidates are encouraged to explore the source to which the question above alludes, and to formulate an original argument with an effective use of rhetorical devices to communicate it,)
(8 marks)
3. Elucidate your role as a daughter, then compare and contrast it with your role as a student. Use quotes directly taken from personal experiences and your own examples to clairfy your explanation.
(5 marks)
4. They are all looking at you and laughing at you. You are a joke. You are hallucinating and haven't slept in days. How does this make you/the reader feel and do you think this was a part of your plotline intended to elicit a particular response?
(5 marks)
5. Love is not unconditional. Discuss.
(10 marks.)
6. "To live is to suffer, to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering."
This famous quote by Nietzsche presents him as a nihilistic and misanthropic individual. Do you see him in this light or can you find hope in his hopeless stance? Use examples of your own suffering to corroborate your viewpoint.
(8 marks)
7. Is morality a prerequisite for appreciation of art? Are you? Are you appreciating/appreciated? Discuss.
(10 marks)
8. Calculate the 369th digit of pi as the fractal proxy to represent the infinite worlds contained witin each human being, and in doing so determine the contribution that you and the offspring you will most probably never have cannot contribute to the world shared between the infinite number of individuals posessing their own words, continuing on to deduct your own value from that of the mean value of the population considered in this infinite data set and draw up a graph to visually demonstrate the extent to which the world doesn't need you.
(15 marks)
9. Using the individual calculations formulated in question 8, derive the meaning of Y.
(5 marks)
10. Draw the shape of your sadness
(20 marks)
11. Don't you think you should have learnt by now?
(25 marks)
12. Explain what you are hoping for, and substantiate your hopes with empirical support.
(5 marks)
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 11:25 PM UTC
math equations do their part
but how did existence find its start?
galaxies spin in aqueous tornadoes
twirling and swirling and on it goes
so elegant, perfected like Ballet Russus
yet furious with gravity's selfish pulls
like clutching claws of greedy fools
your unending motion, such loyal devotion
despite no praise from the silent darkness
births and deaths of stars alike
Fibonacci directs the nature's psyche
to form and destruct,
gain and deduct
my conscience results of the conscious
and conscious results from existence
is it the code of science,
or the laws of a Godly alliance?
this never ending bafflement
results in my soul's temperament.
Jul 1, 2016
Jul 1, 2016 at 3:43 PM UTC
I can't believe that every freakin day I wake up thinking of those circles and go back to bed late night getting somewhere lost inside those comic strips. It has always been there at the back of my head for the past few years, but when it started to bite my conscience, I began to solve the puzzle, little every day. These days I sit in the library, stare at my computer screen, deduct lanes, find faces, trace stores and calculate the kilometres that my mind travels in a minute. It makes me high somewhere and trust me, technology amuses me every time I crack one little clue and reaches one step ahead in solving my mystery. Yesterday night, I was watching NASA's live announcement on the discovery of seven earth sized planets and for a moment I thought what if my mystery fell right out of Tardis. Who knows.
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 1:42 AM UTC
I woke up so early to work
Sometimes I don't even see my kids before going to work due to I might be late for work
Working early and going home late
My kids are right when they called me uncle instead of dad
That's madness in the highest order
I don't have time for my family but only for that man who hated me with passion
Yet I work for the growth and development of his company
That's madness
Working for someone who does not value nor care about my professional growth
Working for the man who always deduct my money whenever I attend class for my personal and professional growth which will also help his company
Yet I still work for this man
That's madness
There are many other companies out there
Yet I can't leave this monster am working for
That's madness
But yet I still have to do the job
Because I needed the job for money
I was called all sorts of name yet I responded yes sir accepting all the insult just for the sake of money
I give my best to the man who will never want me to be my own boss
If am told am mad will I argue it? No
If am told am insane of course the person is right about me
Worked under him for five years and no promotion and salary increment
Yet am still working with him
Madness is not when you run naked in the streets and started picking dirts on the floor
I said to my self
Am mad
And I know now
Which means is a step to solving my madness
I have to leave this monster
I have to leave this blood ******* vampire
I have to leave this man without human feelings
That was the solution to my madness
What's yours?
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 8:34 AM UTC
I know a girl or two.
There's the girl that will dance.
She will mend your withering bones,
and deduct the sticks from the stones
But the teal and black
will always bring memories back.
There's the girl that will lie.
Your adolescent hand
held tighter by a broken rubber band.
The queen of "would-be"
indifferently using your insecurity
as a blunt tool of jealousy.
There's a girl who will give you hope.
Indirectly teaching you everything
while transforming your dreams
into bits of meaningless string.
The apathy with every rainy night,
the cracked fingernails and
every hollowed-out fight.
There's a girl who will actually care.
She'll waltz and she'll swing
and her open wounds will sing.
A hand to help open the cocoon-
the glowsticks that lit up
the unyielding light of the moon.
There's a girl that will tease.
Opening her scabby heart,
taking a hit,
and a forgetting the broken part.
She won't care if you're there;
she'll show her bruises anywhere.
But most importantly,
there's a girl you haven't met yet.
She's tethered in between
your adolescent regret
and everything unseen.
Your journey towards finding her light
is only slightly out of sight.
I know a girl or two.
But the one I haven't meant yet
is the one who will give my life
it's dormant, yet effervescent hue.
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 1:05 PM UTC
Hold your assumptions
Do not surmise or deduct
That because you are not
The keeper of her affection
That she is heartless
She has a heart that beats
In the hand of another
And she holds his
Shaking but without hesitation
And they have stood like this
For the span of one year
Waiting to see which one of them
Would rip the other's out first
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 6:30 PM UTC
I'm a dreamer, it's the fact
This is what I'm able to deduct
After looking at my special tract
My dreams are like seeds, protected by a bract
'cause I wanna shine, due to my powerful tact
I shall fly, like a shiny bright light
I'm gonna be, in the perfect sight
Am still hoping, and I want to fight
Until my dreams will be accomplished, to be allright
I stayed awake, awake overnight
You couldn't know how I feel, because it's so tight
And deep in my heart, isn't that right
Listen to me carefully, mate
There's no time for us to wait
Our dreams to be real, we'll be so late
We must get them out, 'cause they're innate
Yes you believe me, we're all able to change our fate
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 5:22 AM UTC
I can only deduct
It is not our's to keep
Provided by the sun
The particles of the meek
I can only conclude
I'm riding on a wave
Paddling in different directions
Sifting through the haze
I can only decipher
My thoughts in simple words
Weaving through this emptiness
Connected to this earth
We can only dream of
That which we cannot be
Free from these stages
Of human suffering
Apr 13, 2025
Apr 13, 2025 at 8:46 PM UTC
I'm in self destruct mode
I'm about to explode
Stand back folks, watch the show
I'll drink like a fish without any gills
Don't try to figure out all my ills
As I swallow down a handful of pills
This self destruction I will not fight
Hell, I don't even remember last night
Needless to say, my head's not right
Slam some Jack and his old friend Jim
I'm seeing double and it's getting dim
I think I just might be on the rim
I'm in self destruct
Please over look my conduct
As more pieces of my being, I must deduct
Parts of me must die
It hurts, so I'll do it on high
Body on the ground, spirit's in the sky
Feet firmly planted in self destruction grind
Like a vampire craving the sunshine
If you look now, you'd be horrified at what you find
Needles in vains
Like pills down the drain
Anything to stay insane
I'm in self destruct mode
I'm about to explode
Stand back folks, watch the show
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 10:24 AM UTC
Think
Hard
Everyday, every minute, every second
**Contemplate with your every breath
Solve until your final death
Life is a mystery
That you need to deduct
It is a series of patterns
You'll only see
Right before your eyes are shut**
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 9:10 PM UTC
Bad habits form like sins
Less than a month and you’re already stuck
It’s from the moment you begin
.
Some say they can be broken- with some discipline
But knowing the type of person I am, my body would erupt
Bad habits form like sins
.
A few uneasy starts and you’re already hooked- much like heroine
Simple reasoning, and I can deduct
It’s from the moment you begin
.
Other routines start to seem so foreign
When your dance with the devil begins to corrupt
Bad habits form like sins
.
Your everyday life will start to fall apart, left in ruins
The time you got hooked will leave you dumbstruck
It’s from the moment you begin
.
You can sit and search for hours of the origins
But still fail to see the beginning of this misconduct
Bad habits form like sins
It’s from the moment you begin
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 10:28 PM UTC
I haven't written about anything serious lately. My mind is pretty occupied these days. I really don't know the reason behind MLA format, why deduct points because I didn't double space. I don't know, it's not so important. Everything is blurry sometimes, reality is pretty awesome once you get the hang of it. Winter is coming, I haven't really bought anything warm in a long time. I don't really regret diving into the ocean of psychedelics, I just think it was really stupid of me to get caught up in them. I'm walking by a group of adults smoking cigarettes, I love the smell. I don't really know why, but it reminds me of a lonely winter in a forest. Maybe one day I'll fully understand why I can never write about one subject at once. Until then, the art of life will be in the same paragraph with the art of death. I was reading this artical on the internet, and it said that the most natural way to die is to die the same way you came out from your moms wound; crying and covered with blood. I've thought of the many ways that could possibly happen, it wasn't that heroic. I'm remembering so much at the moment. I never want to feel any doubt, I've had enough of that. I just want to make people laugh with my stupidity, and have a lot of *** I love sharing thoughts with people, but sometimes I love the satisfaction of being the only one that has access to them. I stopped relying on people this year, I feel different. My priorities are starting to get together throughout time. Keep my heart baby, keep my heart. I found love finally. I used to be buried in whatever feeling that was when we stared at eachother. Although I will never face it, everything I love is going to leave me one day, and that's just real **** I'll say with no doubt, but what's the point? I will always feel for eveything.
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 3:13 AM UTC
I've only been good at logic puzzles
But this is a puzzle I can't get
These little ones that rattle in a box
And sit on my shelf, simply untouched
Those put-together puzzles
With the frustratingly beautiful blue sky
Frustrating because somehow it all fits together
But I can't tell if this is a cloud
Or a bird
Or maybe dust because I haven't touched it in a while.
It'll be a pretty blue sky and field
With pink flowers and red trees
So maybe it's late autumn
Or fall accidentally forgot it was supposed to be spring
But either way its frustrating
Because there aren't any solid lines in this puzzle
And I can't deduct any solid answers
So I do the only thing that seems somewhat sane
I give up
I put the box back
To let the clouds collect more dust
And let the lines on the pretty red trees
Become more indistinguishable
I put the box back so I can pick it up later
And hope that maybe next time
The lines will be a little more clear to me.
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 8:23 PM UTC
Most guys lead away from being themselves...
As if attaching from their bodies to live to be someone they aren't only to get women..
Fitting in to be accepted, as if you said, "Let me not be who I really am.
There's a girl I've been digging since freshman year but the guys she likes, I'm nothing like them...
I mean I bought her flowers, but I'm not the most muscular, I'm thin and I'm slim.
Well maybe if I tell her she's a bad ***** I'm considered cool...
Let me deduct her with these words, since it's the norm to be cruel...
I mean, I see the other dudes do it and everything seems right.
Let me wear the latest Jordans since that's what these girls like..
Sag my pants down low, yeah they like that sight..
Get that Gucci belt? Yeah I might!
Bring her closer to me, and she'll be catching my flight.
I need to look flashy, I'll rent a Mercedes, and get that club booth...
Throwing money in the air, showing off my gold tooth.
Buy her the latest drinks, she's now drunk and feeling mused.
Body all golden lying sluggish in my bed...
The girl I once bought flowers is now about to give me head...
I mean I thought she was beautiful but now she looks used.
Eyes low as mine but I like this view.
I mean I thought she liked nice guys but she's probably just confused.
I feel a little bad but my ego surely doesn't.
Besides I'm drunk and high, and I've been sipping on robitussin.
She sees a guy that cares, though now all I want is to be pleased."
Thinking to yourself like "who is this guy I've became, it's no longer me..."
I then forget those thoughts as she slowly gets on her knees.
The feeling I felt, she had brains on her like a college scholar.
I mean she did graduate top of her class and this pleasure was an honor roll...
The way she rolled,
her tongue on the tip.
The feeling I felt, in each and every grip.
Am I falling through lust, this girl is too much.
Do I love the feeling or am I saying I love her...
I started to say "I luhhhh"then The feeling made me slur..
It suddenly hit me, and I remembered where I met her..
The same girl I couldn't get being myself...now has her face in my lap!
All from a club..where I had to impress her at...
That same church girl, that's supposedly Christian..
I met her in the club and she indeed did sin.
To step away from being a gentlemen is now what most women find attraction in...
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 11:53 PM UTC
The miss and hit and miss and
kiss it all goodbye,
the men who **** the men
who die who die to ****
and do you think that this will ever end,
will
it
never end.
Destroy,construct,demolish,deduct
and in the finale, the big shebang another
gang will come along
so, say so long
the parties have gone to another parlay
another role play
an acting for the actors class,
another show,it must go on,the hit
and miss, the **** and orange juice
so what's the use of this abuse,
an utter
waste of time.
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 4:37 PM UTC
it seems strange that by the will of myself
I stumbled across a person like you
that sees only the good in destroying oneself
and never thinks about the consequences
of words, actions and thoughts
I noticed how swollen your knuckles were
on the day that I first met you - nothing has changed,
I suppose you still find adrenaline and comfort
in punching walls.
They can't feel, you know.
you always hide your hair under a hat,
but I can't deduct why. I know that very few people
have seen your bare head, your bare body, but why
do you hide it, when I know how beautiful
it really is?
your pasty skin, your prominent bones,
your cut up shins and bruised arms
and the rise and fall of your chest
when you're laying beside me
at midnight
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 4:39 AM UTC
.
We deduct from the equations, strategies and situations and a
vacancy arises in the house of few surprises,
you apply.
don't know why I never thought before to turn the handle on each door instead of ripping hinges off the walls,
but we learn or burn from our mistakes,
for some it takes a bit more time,
two drops of lime to sting our eyes
in the corner someone cries
Eureka!
it's another
seeker hiding from the thoughts he
should have had before,
one more handle on the door
one time more and each equation ritualises
the prayers we send
and
science despises what it cannot
comprehend.
in the end it all means
exactly what attracts me to
the light that shines
the two more limes
the many times
and
times to come.
May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 3:56 AM UTC