"deject" poems
Island,a piece of land surrounded by water,
So are we when you actually sit and ponder.
Water is what surrounds that piece of land,
And thoughts are what surround us, vast expands.
Exotic, tropical and beautiful expanses they treasure,
Much like the beauty within us beyond measure.
Some discovered and mapped and yet others still untouched,
We too expose ourselves and some still remain in 'emselves clutched.
Surrounded by a tropical beach some are and others in a dense gloomy fog,
We put up so many appearances, all assumptions and views to clog.
A threat an outsider may pose to the paradise they hold within,
Laying a foundation of trust is what's required before explorations begin.
Every island is unique and beautiful in itself,
Every person is a limited edition model on life's shelf.
An opportunity to experience such beauty needs to be met with gratitude and respect,
Grateful one should be to experience such beauty and not heartlessly deject.
For an island once deemed ugly will set up a fortress of its own,
People will crawl into their shells never letting anyone in their private zone
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 4:15 AM UTC
Raindrops part with lover's walk
beneath the dreary skies.
A secret shared of our desires
the bond between the eyes.
Fingers clasped with racing hearts
their footsteps briefly pause.
He turns and gentle lifts her face,
a breath, he deeply draws.
He speaks to her of love so deep
which time cannot affect.
The only union of its kind
no mortal can deject.
And since the test of time has passed
conceding, she reveals.
Her soul is ever bound to his
and through a kiss conceals.
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 12:48 AM UTC
*Love’s a fragrant rose
A sparkly luminescent red
Like beetroot with a thorny side to dread
Orchard fresh, exquisite and breathtaking like a polyphonic prose.
It’s cupid’s ingenious marvel
A force with a whirlpool effect
That sweeps it’s ‘victims’ off their feet their hearts swelling with deject
It’s undoubtedly the tower of babel
Only that its structure’s amorphous
Always changing in a constant state of ‘metamorphosis.
Being in the arms of Morpheus
Is indeed more gratifying as opposed to being diagnosed with hysterical neurosis
Methinks love thou art an extinct phenomenon
Buried deep in the abyss of emotional confusion.*
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 5:19 AM UTC
These words you speak
These words you spin
Have infinite meaning
A definitive substance
Inject my mind
Flipping the norm
Unravel all the lies
They fed to us
Unlock my mind, unwind my eyes
Take me out of this boxes, boxes
Erecting all around me
Untwist my tongue, deject my terms
Pull me out of the sinking crane
Piloting all around me
Who gives the ****
Just give me a fact
All 7 billions souls unique
This linear life is meaningless
Fictions to act
One day I am frog the next a beauty
The mystery of the dark
All shrugged in blanks
They say its locked in your head
A crazy existence
Dehumanised to decay
The police can’t even help
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 1:51 PM UTC
Ah, t'is dream is but so strange-o, strange, strange, strange!
And how an impediment, and a burden it is-to my brain!
O, I saw thee in t'is morn's dream,
So clearly and purely-just as I hath loved 'im.
Thou wert as adorable as thy picture canst be,
and upon gazing into thy posture-
t'at very strange feeling swished into me;
I felt it my mistake not to be close to thee;
To embrace thee and adore thee in my arms;
To cup thy cheeks with my round hands-and kiss thee;
Kiss thee so smoothly and lovingly for it shall take away all thy pains.
I woke up and looked for thee in vain;
I wanted to retreat into my dream,
And remove all the vagueness on thy face,
Whisper only the best loving words into thy air.
And to rub my palms about thy dark hair,
And assure thy hesitant, and dreary soul-t'at everything
shall be all right; and tomorrow shall be fair.
Ah, indeed-indeed; 'tis but indeed so strange!
For I thought not of thee before;
Thou wert not the one I wanted;
Nor the one my fertile heart adored.
Ah, thee! What is wrong then-with me?
Where hath all my hating feeling gone to-and hath it been for nothing?
Ah, canst but fate be true-t'at I am to be thine; and thou be my darling?
And in the adjacent minutes thereafter-I saw thee roamin' about alone;
Thy face clouded by dull loneliness-ah, seeing which indeed made my heart torn;
Thou wert too fatigued-very unlike thy usual bright complexion;
Thou wert indignant, and perhaps all too dark-and forlorn!
From thy face had faded all means of loveliness,
And thou wert mourning over such loneliness,
Loneliness t'at was evil-and haunted thee, and fiercely mocked thee;
Rendering thee agreeable not-much less deserving; of thy immortality.
Ah, thou art immortal, immortal, immortal! And how canst fate deem thee not?
How violent-how strange! How dire and petty-how impertinent!
Ah, but t'is feelin' really is absurd-in every way;
For hath I never thought of thee, and praised thee not;
Only at night and noon, thou hath oft' attended my poetry;
but still not my joy and woes, and even not my story plot.
Ah, thee! But t'is hope is dangerous-for I am supposed to hate thee;
As well defile, deject, ****** and abuse thee;
For I needst to despise, strangle, and destroy thee;
For I remember how thou wert once not sweet-and bitter to me;
And thus put the wholeness of thy being forever, into fires of struggle-
For thou art still-not the one I hath precisely been destined for;
For I hath not loved thee like t'is-for t'is feeling is all new; like never before.
Jun 15, 2013
Jun 15, 2013 at 6:50 AM UTC
Philoxenic appetence
Misplaced
Disproportionate benevolence
Dissipate
Myself: an object, given away
A transient drifter with always somewhere to stay
Exuberant sorrow ever-wishing to deject
Distortion
Deception duplicates
A heart burnt black
Focussed on the lacking, unable to bounce back
Mouths to feed
Needy hands grapple to extract
No fact needed
Smoky contortion
Inhaled greedily
Ready for the downfall
Open to the wind
Upward spirals shy away from the world they crave
Mischievous nymphs dance merrily on a stage,
Unmade
Then lay down to cradle their babes
Slaves to the slovenly
Behaviour of unrest
I know they’re trying hard but is it their best?
Sing a song of sixpence, your fingers in my pie
Life is not serious
We’re all destined to die
High.
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 9:41 AM UTC
Aug. 13. 1653.
Lord in thine anger do not reprehend me
Nor in thy hot displeasure me correct;
Pity me Lord for I am much deject
Am very weak and faint; heal and amend me,
For all my bones, that even with anguish ake,
Are troubled, yea my soul is troubled sore
And thou O Lord how long? turn Lord, restore
My soul, O save me for thy goodness sake
For in death no remembrance is of thee;
Who in the grave can celebrate thy praise?
Wearied I am with sighing out my dayes.
Nightly my Couch I make a kind of Sea;
My Bed I water with my tears; mine Eie
Through grief consumes, is waxen old and dark
Ith’ mid’st of all mine enemies that mark.
Depart all ye that work iniquitie.
Depart from me, for the voice of my weeping
The Lord hath heard, the Lord hath heard my prai’r
My supplication with acceptance fair
The Lord will own, and have me in his keeping.
Mine enemies shall all be blank and dash’t
With much confusion; then grow red with shame,
They shall return in hast the way they came
And in a moment shall be quite abash’t.
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Why don't they accept?
Why don't they respect?
Why do they reject?
Why must they deject?
What about the effect?
Why don't they innerly reflect?
They lack intellect.
They only object.
The People You Allow Into Your Life : Select
Yourself- You Must Protect
12th March, 2014 4:39 am.
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 4:25 AM UTC
Cursed boy why does your smile not drag,
those eye lined blisters not drip.
Those tears of anguish and heart
only slip to disappear.
Jinxed child do you wish for a home
a place to go.
Stay here bellowed in me
here in loveless limbo,
I'll deject the disease
illuminous beneath the vein.
Here we can stay alone
in this curse of loss
and loss once more.
Curse we feel abound
spinning on life's forever wheel.
Aug 28, 2011
Aug 28, 2011 at 12:06 AM UTC
I live to die and die to know,
The way of life the blood of flow,
Remember all you can't restrain,
You captivate the dream with pain,
My nightmares haunt and nothing's real,
Forever will I bleed to feel,
The corner helpless of my eyes,
Distort the horror of my lies,
I’ll try to run but I will fall,
I’ll try to hide but then stand tall,
You know the cold and I feel numb,
Feeling destroyed I will succumb,
A craving to hard to ignore,
The tears from my eyes they pour,
A hurting to deject to tame,
a toneless voice I cannot name,
A place that puts your hell to shame,
And that’s my mind a wilting flame.
Jan 16, 2010
Jan 16, 2010 at 2:53 PM UTC
roll over and take it
like the dog you claim to be
come on, girl, do what it takes
to get a treat
even if you've got to wear a leash
do what you have to
for someone to love you
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 11:29 AM UTC
I can hear you screaming in the darkness that I fear,
I can see your helpless eyes filling with your tears,
I can never help you and I feel so deject,
Always smashing mirrors for my sins they will reflect,
I see you curled up as they tare apart your soul,
The crimson blood flowing with the sense of time in toll,
I will forever continue this and that you know is true,
It’s a hopeless little prayer that I sadly made for you,
Please understand I really tried so hard,
But even now all my efforts only left you scarred,
I know I was the voice deep inside your head,
I truly wanted to save you and remember what you said,
Please, I pray, forgive me for I know that I was wrong,
Making you so weak whenever you were strong,
I watch the coldness in your sad and lifeless eyes,
Filled with nothing but the dark and painful lies,
I watch as the razor falls towards the ground,
Dropping from your hand now waiting to be found,
I always see the cuts that are as deep as bone,
And I curse myself for ever leaving you alone,
I pray you now with saddened love, please come back home.
Jan 16, 2010
Jan 16, 2010 at 2:57 PM UTC
There is a very thin line between love and hate;
When one heart yearns for another don't deject
A heart filled with love does blooms; Into a beautiful flowers with time and patience
But a heart filled with malice withers itself;
And everyone around it, In a blink.
Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 6:28 AM UTC
Be all and good but in ancient wood carving .
henceforth hang it if you pretend a new reviving .
oh, i know you may not laugh openly .
if its not the common alluring of society .
its marked already , you will think how they once done it .
and your dream is the firmament of dull old hulk conceit .
but you , you never whispered all time due a hint .
aught ,you will drag along the ramification of what others mint .
its not for the cause or how its dread to be dried sapling .
nay , your originality of colors its what is faintly retiring .
' Man of Men ' what story do you behold for proof ?
cynosure , but the aurora of ancient mound and Petra .
i know you will write if you have found the old dream as roof .
clockwise , no objection cause wanton will recollect the gloom era .
dont talk lest rave , of telling you Achilles slain Hector .
but never try to hint a command till you hear your facilitator .
put your robe all over your face and let the brand shine as a secret .
hereditary , from your dream all thing will gush and no deject .
you cant be knave nor a drudge cause you put on the national crow .
and set aloud the secret rampant hag , its truly the antique best row .
oh , why , the truth ? they know it already so do confine with it .
all the commons have learned the universal prejudice as holy lit .
comrade you drag up to Gladiator combat then tell us what we expect .
evil should it be if you dont know Grecian's myth in all aspect .
but clad yourself as symbolist or imagist with Elagabalus or raven .
though let your poetry be past Zeus carving in austere glen .
but be hell wit it if you think that you doubt about Phocion .
but be all and good , metaphysics , symbolism , are holy glorification .
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 4:50 PM UTC
Everything I so highly protected has been widely affected even the good parts of me have also been infected the demons at bay quietly detected I am no longer safe even though it took me so long to perfect it the bars that I built were so strong and perfected I would've never suspected the power of love would've been the one to deject them now I'm left entirely disconnected living in a world inside of me that I alone projected my fragile soul left unprotected the pieces that were broken shattered now left uncollected good versus evil my feelings misdirected everything I thought I was doing right intersected by the bitter reality that not everything is how I dissected if I could take it all back I would if only I could they say not to regret anything in your life but you left me no choice you broke me with all of your night now I'm left with strife I don't even know what's wrong and what's right how could you have the power to break me apart knowing that you entirely held unto my heart
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 2:55 PM UTC
Currently thinking of currency
What the concept means
A delegation of natural resources
Represented by variable things
And the credit lines in between
The debts and interest
The investments
Printed on cotton paper
Begotten from vapor
Minted and accounted
I can't make cents of dollar cents and dimes
Adorned with with deceased Presidents
Reminiscent of a simpler time
When we enslaved without the illusion of a living wage
When only the rich were educated
In institutions segrated from the working classes
The huddled masses
The breeders of poverty squished by sovereignty
Gasping for the thin air that brought them there
Hungry and bare
I dont think anything can change the hell
That came with the idea to buy and sell
We fell victim to the whims of the opportunists who compete to capitalize completely on the gifts given freely since birth by beautiful mother earth
Gifts that once processed are never given back in full.
Only to be borrowed and used as tool.
We humans beings are but fools being used and using tools that we don't need
To consume with greed as it consumes us
And we swirl into the cosmic dust of nothingness that created us and destroyed us just as we did to it. Money ain't **** It was a joke, laugh ***** But our guns will oxidize and rust, all that will be left is our trust in the notion that gold will save us all,
Our belief the government can bequeath security the same way a man can present a diamond of perfect purity with the proposal of loyal betrothal. This illusion that all is right at with our present plight is something I detest but I will not fight.
To fight is to give in, to the illusion we live in. I cant accept this reality with altruism, I reject that we are secure, I deject the institution I have been subjected to endure since birth. I am not of your shared delusions
I am of the earth. My freedom is my kindness to make not my life that you may take.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 1:39 AM UTC
I forgot my smile
and don't remember my laugh
I don't know who I was
and don't know where I stand
you're the only dream i chase
I'll die surely if you leave me in case!
the plot is set
we'll talk
I'll cry
you'll apologise
for leaving me
I'll sob
you'll give reasons
I'll be silent
you'll hug me and unite
just in order to depart
I'll be dead silent
you'll look back
to make sure I'm not crying
but its my heart not me
the pain will break me
I'll stand there for a year
and cut myself from world
get angry for no reason
will cry for you're not here
pass my days
to feel dead at lonely nights
get restless
depressed
and deject(ed)
but you won't be here in any case
I'll feel hurt
its because of my heart
I'll be heartless anyway
yet I'll die everyday
to see you again
eventually I'll love this pain
tears will fade
but not this heartache
whether good or bad
I'll live on the life I had!
perhaps, I'll write my loss
in poetry of course
but will never show it to you
you must not know I (still) love you!
we must not hold on
its life... let's move on...
(that's what you asked for!)
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 10:30 AM UTC
A Liebestraum and two Arabesques
stood there holding me
between the ears
one mundane evening…
The indoor storm who knew could deject
one so boldly
cleaned its final tears
and left me be…
A new wave calm eschewed ‘til present
flooded in me
serene and aptly dear
calmness…
For a moment I felt a sense of clarity that had neglected me for ages.
My sullen blues and anxious reds faded to black,
and all manner of emotion had been evicted from my mind.
I could think about things in straight lines and deep focus
for an entire ******* moment.
Then Spotify had to ruin the moment
with an indie rock montage in my queue.
I cried.
Jun 24, 2023
Jun 24, 2023 at 4:25 AM UTC
Behind funereal lights
My eyes dim the day
How I walk on my way
As the Observer
Set far bereft
With the tenures of death
My presence inflects
The Observer
But silhouette smiles
Began to deject
For 24 minutes by the fire
And tears more profound
Than the breadths which inspire
Melded with the waves of the sound
Reflection,
Oh reflection
Who is this man?
With a strong brow and real estate eyes
Oh, the mirror was wrecked
In a spiritual hex
Now the only face I can't check is mine
Remember, you lovers
With roads paved in gold
Highways will lead you to suburbs
Grounded on earth,
Look up to the sky
And there you will find
The Observer
Jul 8, 2019
Jul 8, 2019 at 2:38 AM UTC