"demising" poems - Hello Poetry

Joe wants to know how'm I doing? an innocuous query, little can he know, bye bye is my merry, marooned on a skerry, noxious fumes in the aerie, currently inhabiting my foreheady, worry waves, rolling thunderous tides, have myself beside thus the answer to your toll, something bad, on me, got a hold Joe, life is, more than a tad concerting concerting? surely you meant converging, or perhaps, concatenating, or concaving? discombobulating, or more likely, plain ole disconcerting? indeed, all of the above, fit like a glove, but best combinated in steaming mug of concerting "to contrive or arrange by agreement: to plan; devise" the world is secret contriving, the world is secret devising, a plan for my demising, forces are concerting re me... most concerning, as trends converging, concave hollow chains clinking, a concatenating chorus voicing their displeasure, at my happy existence, which now gone, its loss, wept for, in great measure life dissing me, in a manner concerting and dis-concerting, my composure, decomposing, the ides of depression, hip hop discombob- (undu)lating throb but then again, what's in a word, what's in a rhyme, jes that old timey R&B;, rhyming and blues, of a verbal kind so, Joe, how'm I doing? now that you are knowing, as men of distinguished letters, students of history, part time poets, Your Reply must only be: "Oh no, Natty, say it ain't so"

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Jan 18, 2014

Jan 18, 2014 at 5:03 AM UTC

nat-lipstadt

R&B: Joe wants to know

Joe wants to know how'm I doing? an innocuous query, little can he know, bye bye is my merry, marooned on a skerry, noxious fumes in the aerie, currently inhabiting my foreheady, worry waves, rolling thunderous tides, have myself beside thus the answer to your toll, something bad, on me, got a hold Joe, life is, more than a tad concerting concerting? surely you meant converging, or perhaps, concatenating, or concaving? discombobulating, or more likely, plain ole disconcerting? indeed, all of the above, fit like a glove, but best combinated in steaming mug of concerting "to contrive or arrange by agreement: to plan; devise" the world is secret contriving, the world is secret devising, a plan for my demising, forces are concerting re me... most concerning, as trends converging, concave hollow chains clinking, a concatenating chorus voicing their displeasure, at my happy existence, which now gone, its loss, wept for, in great measure life dissing me, in a manner concerting and dis-concerting, my composure, decomposing, the ides of depression, hip hop discombob- (undu)lating throb but then again, what's in a word, what's in a rhyme, jes that old timey R&B;, rhyming and blues, of a verbal kind so, Joe, how'm I doing? now that you are knowing, as men of distinguished letters, students of history, part time poets, Your Reply must only be: "Oh no, Natty, say it ain't so"

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I'm becoming a monster I'm becoming a monster! Clawed my way out the gutter My rage is what allows me to conquer! I'm becoming a monster. I'm becoming a tyrant RUN, RUN, RUN old feelings and brains that are mindless Love that grew old and moments that were timeless I'M A MONSTER! scripted in my own story to **** and defeat destroy and watch the innocent decease. I'm...I'm not a monster. I am a victim a victim to what every woman I have ever been with... now perceives me as. every friend that's ever judge me every family member that's looked at me strange deranged... yet, I was just misunderstood or... am I a monster? I think not (I transform) *Yet, the blood rushes through my veins as I think of you in pain... It's like a sudden high for me to see your heart gasping for air and your mind trapped in chains You're so vain. You're so weak! my lips tingle and hands cringe when you speak. You were an angel to me 8 months a go...now you're a demon who like the devil, reaps...what is it you seek? INNOCENTS! what is it you say... FINISH HIM. Now you're scared...and you should be... The tables have turned I'm the monster now. I will expose you! it's your demising moment...I seek.* (transforms back) I lost it...Control...Hope...Sanity... Myself and now... You. but you were already lost You were already gone. My transformation was caused by you. I'm not a monster...I'm a creation of your twisted dark fantasy, of your poison. **Because really... The monster... Is you.**

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Oct 24, 2015

Oct 24, 2015 at 2:45 PM UTC

dougie-simps

"Monster"

I'm becoming a monster I'm becoming a monster! Clawed my way out the gutter My rage is what allows me to conquer! I'm becoming a monster. I'm becoming a tyrant RUN, RUN, RUN old feelings and brains that are mindless Love that grew old and moments that were timeless I'M A MONSTER! scripted in my own story to **** and defeat destroy and watch the innocent decease. I'm...I'm not a monster. I am a victim a victim to what every woman I have ever been with... now perceives me as. every friend that's ever judge me every family member that's looked at me strange deranged... yet, I was just misunderstood or... am I a monster? I think not (I transform) *Yet, the blood rushes through my veins as I think of you in pain... It's like a sudden high for me to see your heart gasping for air and your mind trapped in chains You're so vain. You're so weak! my lips tingle and hands cringe when you speak. You were an angel to me 8 months a go...now you're a demon who like the devil, reaps...what is it you seek? INNOCENTS! what is it you say... FINISH HIM. Now you're scared...and you should be... The tables have turned I'm the monster now. I will expose you! it's your demising moment...I seek.* (transforms back) I lost it...Control...Hope...Sanity... Myself and now... You. but you were already lost You were already gone. My transformation was caused by you. I'm not a monster...I'm a creation of your twisted dark fantasy, of your poison. **Because really... The monster... Is you.**

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"Sweetheart, You lose so much weight" "I'm fine mom, I've already ate" Sedative words that can't extricate Food, Is what I begun to hate. Thin, Thin, Very Thin Left with bones and waxen skin. I'm famished but anxious of the kilos Furtively eating with my eyes, Day by day this is how it goes. Mirror, Mirror on the wall, can't you see? What you show is demising me. Every calorie is a conflagration Stepping into the scale a redundant vexation. Stand upon my reflection again A fat *** is what I see, vociferating of my brain makes me regurgitate in so much pain. Drops of anesthetic mainlining my soul numbers in the scale are reigning without control. Flesh into ebbing, turning acrimony into cuts throwing meals, when everyone shuts All is left is my aweary bones Still it whispers "Not thin enough"

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Apr 26, 2018

Apr 26, 2018 at 1:11 AM UTC

angelka

Anorexia

"Sweetheart, You lose so much weight" "I'm fine mom, I've already ate" Sedative words that can't extricate Food, Is what I begun to hate. Thin, Thin, Very Thin Left with bones and waxen skin. I'm famished but anxious of the kilos Furtively eating with my eyes, Day by day this is how it goes. Mirror, Mirror on the wall, can't you see? What you show is demising me. Every calorie is a conflagration Stepping into the scale a redundant vexation. Stand upon my reflection again A fat *** is what I see, vociferating of my brain makes me regurgitate in so much pain. Drops of anesthetic mainlining my soul numbers in the scale are reigning without control. Flesh into ebbing, turning acrimony into cuts throwing meals, when everyone shuts All is left is my aweary bones Still it whispers "Not thin enough"

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I often wondered how it would feel, If I was to lose a love one, Someone close and dear to me. Now I have. I have lost you to someone else. Never knew how wounded I would have felt. The experience now surpasses the thoughts. Captivation is nothing but the truth, In this present time. The desired feelings of love, Drastically diminishes. And I can’t deal with the hate, Running through the core of my heart. My blood like black poison killing me out, No one can fathom my emotions . Nothing can stop the drenched, Forsaken thoughts of my mind. Timely my breath decreases, In an awkward demising motion. Conquering me is everything that hate loves, And love itself despises. I can’t help it this time. Everyone else I was with came, And past by only for a moment in time. I never felt it though. The stupid ignorant feeling! Oh how I wish it would go away, To become a dream in time. This insecurity, That forces me to think of crimes. Maybe I should protect myself, From falling in love again! From living on your promises! Protect it from this insanity! Tears of a broken soul, Who would’ve known, You would’ve done this to me. I admit I want to **** you, But it wouldn’t help heal my wounded heart. Maybe then, Just for now, I should live without love. Or maybe let time become my lover. I would have to be patient with time, And let it heal my broken heart. ©

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Nov 24, 2010

Nov 24, 2010 at 6:02 AM UTC

robyn-neymour

Only Time Can Heal A Broken Heart

I often wondered how it would feel, If I was to lose a love one, Someone close and dear to me. Now I have. I have lost you to someone else. Never knew how wounded I would have felt. The experience now surpasses the thoughts. Captivation is nothing but the truth, In this present time. The desired feelings of love, Drastically diminishes. And I can’t deal with the hate, Running through the core of my heart. My blood like black poison killing me out, No one can fathom my emotions . Nothing can stop the drenched, Forsaken thoughts of my mind. Timely my breath decreases, In an awkward demising motion. Conquering me is everything that hate loves, And love itself despises. I can’t help it this time. Everyone else I was with came, And past by only for a moment in time. I never felt it though. The stupid ignorant feeling! Oh how I wish it would go away, To become a dream in time. This insecurity, That forces me to think of crimes. Maybe I should protect myself, From falling in love again! From living on your promises! Protect it from this insanity! Tears of a broken soul, Who would’ve known, You would’ve done this to me. I admit I want to **** you, But it wouldn’t help heal my wounded heart. Maybe then, Just for now, I should live without love. Or maybe let time become my lover. I would have to be patient with time, And let it heal my broken heart. ©

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When she comes out too early, is she hoping for attention? She does not get it, nobody ever says "the moonrise is so beautiful this evening" She is overpowered by her rival everyday. Every evening, every morning. Sometimes she puts on makeup, an orange hue An attention getter, these are the only nights we talk about her, create gossip of her rare beauty There is a side we do not know, she holds mysteries the world may never discover And her secrets, dark and alluring Yet she attracts no visitors, the era of investigation dead and gone Will she ever feel the love that her dear mother receives? Does she cry when she is gone? Would we even notice her absence? She can't even look away from her ignorance, always facing her demising audience If only people would pay more attention. Someday she may just disappear to gain revenge And then what?

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Oct 2, 2013

Oct 2, 2013 at 2:09 PM UTC

elizabeth-o

About The Moon

When she comes out too early, is she hoping for attention? She does not get it, nobody ever says "the moonrise is so beautiful this evening" She is overpowered by her rival everyday. Every evening, every morning. Sometimes she puts on makeup, an orange hue An attention getter, these are the only nights we talk about her, create gossip of her rare beauty There is a side we do not know, she holds mysteries the world may never discover And her secrets, dark and alluring Yet she attracts no visitors, the era of investigation dead and gone Will she ever feel the love that her dear mother receives? Does she cry when she is gone? Would we even notice her absence? She can't even look away from her ignorance, always facing her demising audience If only people would pay more attention. Someday she may just disappear to gain revenge And then what?

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I am so much more than I ever expected to be Despite drowning in this insufficiency A chorus of deafening inadequacy Proving myself and others wrong, So deliciously I never expected to be so far I expected to be much farther I never expected to be alive I expected to be demising I know I’ve hurt I know I’ve broken others I know I’ve bruised I know I’ve used others Regretful I suppose No Just reactionary behavior And I have succumbed to my darkest depths Though they have never won And I have fallen back 12 steps Yet still, I scale the rungs So when I say “I’ve given up” Never do believe me I am capable of getting up Love, I’m just that crazy.

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Nov 9, 2017

Nov 9, 2017 at 8:33 PM UTC

raquel-butler

I can

I am so much more than I ever expected to be Despite drowning in this insufficiency A chorus of deafening inadequacy Proving myself and others wrong, So deliciously I never expected to be so far I expected to be much farther I never expected to be alive I expected to be demising I know I’ve hurt I know I’ve broken others I know I’ve bruised I know I’ve used others Regretful I suppose No Just reactionary behavior And I have succumbed to my darkest depths Though they have never won And I have fallen back 12 steps Yet still, I scale the rungs So when I say “I’ve given up” Never do believe me I am capable of getting up Love, I’m just that crazy.

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Am light headed while unwedded unselected is directed too affected by rejected then came one, Heavenly sprung son has come to do what couldn’t be done before the opposite age of sixty-one, now he has won, valuing he, relating to each other that the time is where we see, can it be, that the time is here, while we are separated my dear, picture isn’t clear while our relation is near to a merely abstain if were physically together I couldn’t restrain to obtain all that we again could gain. Enumerating agitating pass the waiting over rating, but he, is more I could see, after we became, we made a pact to not restrain, from all we could obtain and do, executing false truths of me and of you, became tipsy when had met, everyday I reflect, and then that day we kept directly set, oh how could we ever forget, is why we don’t we only float upon a picture perfect hope to devote him I quote, without a boast I love him most. Summing up to submitting our relationship is never quitting only winning early on, where is it that the days have gone, echelon has dawned this is where we belong, underage deprave derange of blessings he gave without demising ever, couldn’t turn out better when we are together, no shame for he has perfect aim what it has brought have never fought, only re caught each other’s sight I delight in him each night as we reunite our right to, would like to, we fight to, bring light to, might do.

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Oct 17, 2011

Oct 17, 2011 at 1:39 PM UTC

annabelle-rose-fineir

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Am light headed while unwedded unselected is directed too affected by rejected then came one, Heavenly sprung son has come to do what couldn’t be done before the opposite age of sixty-one, now he has won, valuing he, relating to each other that the time is where we see, can it be, that the time is here, while we are separated my dear, picture isn’t clear while our relation is near to a merely abstain if were physically together I couldn’t restrain to obtain all that we again could gain. Enumerating agitating pass the waiting over rating, but he, is more I could see, after we became, we made a pact to not restrain, from all we could obtain and do, executing false truths of me and of you, became tipsy when had met, everyday I reflect, and then that day we kept directly set, oh how could we ever forget, is why we don’t we only float upon a picture perfect hope to devote him I quote, without a boast I love him most. Summing up to submitting our relationship is never quitting only winning early on, where is it that the days have gone, echelon has dawned this is where we belong, underage deprave derange of blessings he gave without demising ever, couldn’t turn out better when we are together, no shame for he has perfect aim what it has brought have never fought, only re caught each other’s sight I delight in him each night as we reunite our right to, would like to, we fight to, bring light to, might do.

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