"deniable" poems
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, exposure is not vulnerability---it's power:]
a choice made once upon a dusk
the crack of dawn made no return a back it rust
deniable liquor down the throat a burn
upon the disgust my stomach ached a churn
hideous is it you stupid arrogant selfish pry
or was it way too much of a pure ecstasy upon their eyes???
things the raven will never feel warmth existing
jealousy always a hunter in the thick air printing
violins or that of cellos or the whatever veins named
pianos that ought to break regret down my spine lonely hailed
-----ravenfeels
Jun 10, 2021
Jun 10, 2021 at 4:28 PM UTC
I could drown myself in cups of coffee, in nicotine, old books, and whiskey.
But that won't make me crave you any less.
I could immerse myself in the deepest of enthralling literature, poems, a sea of colloquy,
Waves, strangling the current of my mind.
But you'd still be the resonant word.
I could listen to the sweetest of voices on repeat, golden like honey, sticky,
But my ears would only ever truly answer to yours.
Serpents tend to bite their own tails, a mythological and alchemic symbol of the cyclic nature of the universe: creation out of destruction.
But I'm not breaking my heart, loving you.
Swollen, yearning, daydreamed astray, gathered fast by night.
Curiosity deniable no more, innocence lost, hands wandered exploratory below.
Clambering desperate over themselves, those hands fell over folds of warmed flesh, over forgotten nooks and unfound crevasses, over trembling thighs and aching calves.
Astounded by the vast array of fresh delicacies, of unencountered sensations and deepest pleasures, she stood by loyal as those hands swiftly accustomed themselves to pursuing true ecstasy.
What divine rapture. What soaring heights of pleasure to ascend to. And what a delicious revelation to encounter such unimaginable ecstasy.
That twelfth year become a fourteenth, a fifteenth, a sixteenth.
And with the passing of each came a series of ever more adventurous trysts, the sorts of which Cousteau, Armstrong, and even Columbus could all be truly proud of.
Depths sounded, crevasses plundered, self’s nectars tasted and devoured, the pleasures of the flesh went unearthed.
Elaborate constructions lovingly shaped, waxed and honed, years of heady experimentation, trial and errors, fantasy and dreaming, all in the pursuit of even harder, better, faster, stronger ******* Perhaps it was that, or was it more a case of welcomed companionship? Ambidextrous frustration? A carnal appetite, most terrifying in its magnitude?
Isn’t it time then, you tried a little tenderness?
Be good to you.
Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 3:20 PM UTC
dainty
dashing
deep
delectable
----
delicate
decisive
dear
devoted
----
dreaming
darling
dauntless
deniable
----
dedicated
diehard
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 10:51 PM UTC
morning light warms my face
through patches of bright blue cerulean
orphans’ tears drizzle and drop the
sky’s condolences upon my windshield
the musty smell of wet asphalt rises
from the streets
it’s raining on a sunny day
the devil is beating his wife
his father hurt his mother
beat her ****** with his hands
he took care of her after "dad" left
even took up studies on abused women
and championed their cause
but broken down, tired men
often fall back on ingrained memories
push came to shove came to hit
he couldn’t break violence’s cycle
his father taught him well
they vow to love and honor
these duplicitous sons of Janus
but things happen
plans don’t work out
shortfalls and failures
loose cowardice and bullying
frustrations are acted out on loved ones
promises forgotten
knots untied
secrets have a way of coming to light
frazzled nerves and shame are palpable
black eyes and contusions speak
serious injuries become a matter of record
written in hospital and police files
etched on the walls in the vaults of heaven
deeds done in darkness are no longer deniable
and the face he ended up hurting
is his own
May 26, 2012
May 26, 2012 at 11:50 PM UTC
musing on pondering,
cogitating on ruminating,
postulating on speculating,
considering multiple theories,
deeming the discrepancies deniable
positing the petty presumptions,
theorizing multiple condsiderations,
apraising the mediations,
digesting the deliberations,
allowing for freefall meditation,
envisioning the expectations,
presuming the pontifications,
anticipating the asumptions,
comprehending the conclusion,
accrediting the rationalizations,
concluding the comprehesion,
spinning synaptic wheels,
hypothesizing the conjecture,
recollecting of the reminiscence,
adumbrating the prognostigcation,
concocting of the subliminate,
masticating on the cereberal machinations,
of the ocillations, in the agitatation,
apparent,
in an insomniac's maniacal brain,
reckoning not,
on the simple summation,
of the night's wayward,
mental arbitratration,
there is... just too much time,
to think....
and far too little time to write....
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 7:15 PM UTC
Oh, how I wish
my tears
would steer clear
of the fear that
lives here.
I am tired
of the hate
that is inspired
by the spiral
of bad faith
actors working
in accord
with each other
to enhance
the discord
that smothers
compassion.
I am exhausted
from passing
my passion
from within
to my pen,
from my mind
to my computer
and pasting
pieces of poetry
on social media
sites
that profit from
greed and destruction
in the form of
views and ads.
It all feels bad,
and I would be glad
to grab
a long nap
and never have to
rise and see
the violent spree
of soldiers killing
civilians,
while the state claims
that these children’s
suffering is justifiable,
that these horrors
are deniable,
that these lies are viable,
going viral, and capable
of making some lives
less valuable.
Jul 25, 2021
Jul 25, 2021 at 6:35 AM UTC
Until you have lived a blinded life;
Mistaking the voices of others as your own.
Until you have been shackled by chains of hesitation;
Unable to liberate yourself because you do not know of your own captivity.
Until you have become numb to the world around you;
Where pain becomes necessary only because it affirms your already deniable existence.
Until you and I can come to the realization that all we ever wanted was to understand.
Until you allow yourself to be consumed by the silence; finding comfort in emptiness
Until you lie in the dark for hours, questioning why you are still awake.
You will never know how it feels.
To be alone.
Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 2:05 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Purpose is a deniable virtue,
being lost in this world is a given,
love is a test or fantasy that could be explored even when sinning,
to be pleased and to satisfy your long awaited needs,
I surround my myself with family,
That is all I need,
I find it hard in life through everything I went through sending
More difficult obstacles to myself instead of receiving them
Like normal human beings when it's quite easy to make enemies,
I could never be what I want unless I change it,
I could never see a new day if just put aside my hatred
For thinking religion had anything to do with it,
Your a master mind aren't you! Just be cool with it.
Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 5:23 PM UTC
I started writing myself little notes and some long letters around
the time the continents began to shift.
All I asked was for her to spell it.
I knew it would either change her life forever or scare her into believing it wasn't true.
How much longer can the lies rule when the truth of things is nolonger deniable.
If there is no space and we are all there is why not open the gates and let us all live free.
I'll be the criminal who gave up all that lays beyond the ice.
A Shangrala where evil men have made the rules and our missing children are sent like cattle for the leaders to enjoy.
If I didn't stick to the Drink induced Poetry or the simple short stories talking about Love and Drugs.
I knew that they would eventually come for me.
My Allies be the pistol, the lighter,the mirror,the tin,the bottle of ***** and the broken girl who slept like a corpse curled up on the love seat.
I left the girl who left so long ago a note.
I started it with "I love you"and ended it with
" If they ever tell you I've gone mad know that I haven't.
I just got tired of fighting the lies and only dreaming of the truth..."
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 2:04 PM UTC
Let it go let it shake
earth quake founded over imaginary hate
I'm still near
you're living in fear
you push, I pull, we mirror
you wear a face like I can't see beyond it
I'll stand here all day if there's something willing to give
I can't dig through asphalt,
not sure if I can handle the quick sand underneath
Scrapes and wounds as I swirl down into your spell
I just want to breathe again
I just want the undeniable to shift to what once was deniable
Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 7:24 PM UTC
musing on pondering,
cogitating on ruminating,
postulating on speculating,
considering multiple theories,
deeming the discrepancies deniable
positing the petty presumptions,
theorizing multiple condsiderations,
apraising the mediations,
digesting the deliberation,
allowing for freefall meditation,
envisioning the expectations,
presuming the pontifications,
anticipating the asumptions,
comprehending the conclusion,
accrediting the rationalizations,
concluding the comprehesion,
spinning synaptic wheels,
hypothesizing the conjecture,
recollecting of the reminiscence,
adumbrating the prognostigcation,
concocting of the subliminate,
masticating on the cereberal machinations, of the ocillations,
in the agitatation, apparent in insomniac's maniacal brain,
reckoning not,
on the simple summation,
of the night's wayward,
mental arbitratration,
i have way too much time
to think...
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 7:27 AM UTC
Thank you... for if you knew me then,
back when I was frail of will
silence my deniable partner, my youth's imaginary friend
mute - back when I let others decide
for me what was best
if not for them
Then, for everyone else, a circle ****
of leaches & nosforatu
if only you had seen
how I avoided my life like sunlight
taking the quickest way around, no risks
rather than witness each
cacophony of sight and sounds loudly
how a soul awakens
heart hushing night... with you,
if not for you,
how I dove into black fires
of E, K, & G
wishing my days would leave me
dancing and attacking each fiberous
inch of my energy
you would understand me
now - that I am thanking you...
but luckily, you stand in my presence
my spring / of my winters clouded
often cold and uncaring
undecidedly blaring at me
You have broken the spell
for now I have a story
a life I can script in Fairy Tales
because of you, I am as open as branches
and beaches on Summer Days
sunlit happy endings and waterfalls
or of paradise to wash the grime away
I am newly fresh
born to seek my dreams and find golden
blooms of rich bouquets
days so full of quenching my future's thirst
I have learned to drink love again
for that, I thank you...
Now it is yours to nurture
only feed it truth...
Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 12:57 AM UTC
Dangerous damage uncontrolled.
Cloaked invisible & unwhole.
Hours wasted turned into days.
Strength to protect.
Regrets confidence can't let.
Degraded & hated.
Sadistic & overrated.
Real fragile feeling.
Broken shattered lives still healing.
Summoned evil & unearthed a demon.
Void of sense, logic, & reason.
Damaged & broken.
It was my throat the devil man was choking.
My words are true of that I am never joking.
A delicate & fragile child.
Abuse suffered & never recovered.
Cursed never to marry a significant other.
No one hears my screams.
No one can cleanse my body clean.
To return what was taken & make it pure.
To shield & create & patent it's cure.
To make me as I am & were.
Waiting to get paid so we can be fed.
No to care.
It is not fair.
That for me no one is out there.
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 3:19 AM UTC
Words are eagerly voiced and artistically engraved
Words express boldly and conceal silently
Words awaken a dream and define reality
Words engage delightfully and reject painfully
Words inspire love and rage war
Words seal mysteries and expose secrets
Words soothe compassionately and fight bitterly
Words brighten the miserable and darken the cheer
Words sing joyfully and cry desperately
Words declare deep feelings and proclaim harsh judgement
Words uplift the hopeless and scar memories
Words restore the broken and tear the fragile
Words mold the mind and dictate the outlook
The power of words is deniable
What words do you choose to live by?
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 1:07 PM UTC
Tastefully decrepit
Oozing canvas oil
Shows the very pain he’s in
The anguish and the toil
A dangerous disaster
The outside caving in
An unbearable demeanor
Contorting chest to chin
A devastated skeleton
Of a man who’s done his share
Undeniably deniable
And completely in despair
Oct 22, 2021
Oct 22, 2021 at 10:34 AM UTC
ludicrous and lime she's bought my wine
then usher on the farm or circus daemon
was house carrying a whim to heart
where climes are thought that fighting down the hatch
where rumors are frothy in those diamonds caught
wish only tout cookie once thunder crash has melted speed
but any counters that claim violence is deniable here
and viable to an Osborne scene but wading in traffic
as a country lane shade its spree and what lies in air was a roadside
fair in bloom on Sunday afternoons in Tamaqua boon pillared spoon
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 8:10 AM UTC
20 Cents
The guy gave the war concern 20 cents
This was enough to buy ten bullets
Which would **** ten enemy soldiers
If fired accurately by a good soldier
He'd give more if he could afford it
But he was jobless and skint
20 cents was all he could afford
Bread and coffee cost money
Even if cheaper thru the VA
His benefits were little not enough
So he just gave 20 cents
To the war collection team
When they knocked on his door
It brought back memories
Vietnam and Central America
Plus other deniable places
Still alive in his head
He didn't like Russians
So 20 cents was fine
The cost of ten bullets
For a competent soldier
He prayed they wouldn't miss
Once he was a soldier
With many good kills
All of them Russians...
Mar 20, 2022
Mar 20, 2022 at 5:30 PM UTC
The silent strike of a summer breeze
escapes the night of corrupt signage
Supine modes of concrete repose
as men of ages corrupt and distract
Upon the mist of the morning dew
where a new day contrasts another
and the meaning to all of this uncovers
On blocks of melodies, locks of promises
as memory mocks and knocks maximises
Life takes turn on the unseen bends
and the obstacles become comforts
like dreams so attainable but deniable
like a river stream with a peaceful flow
cleared of storms and eventful rage
holding on the beauty of this life
where skies light and sparkle existence
and the true love within sing melodies
filled with laughter and abundance
of the unseen mystery in the human form
(Excited and inspired by existence, self love and all the beauty that humanity shines through)
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 3:12 AM UTC
What did you say?
Come here you, pray
I tell you the truth
With deniable proof
That you are just fine
Because you are all mine
Those bites that you feel
Are all that is real
Let me tell you
There are but a few
Rules in the end
The kind that I send
At the end of a rod
There is only God
I know you will see
What it is to be me
With unlimited love
And hands from above
Just do what I say
And together we'll pray.
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 3:02 PM UTC
*Inclined to stay in that imaginary pause,
Where you're being pulled into inertia's triangle,
The image of a sunset front and center
To a cloaked morning, where existence is deniable.
Suffocated by the storm of dust,
That the departing horses have left in their wake,
Behind the weight of two closed lids,
The silence is a marathon that inner voices partake.
And the world is but a whisper, so far away,
Trespassing to reality's sullen grounds is forbidden,
The difference in pressure makes my legs stateless,
Too tired of treading the same roads, eager to stay hidden.*
•●•
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 3:47 PM UTC
I’m just going on
Through life without you
Because we are done
What else can I do
I just would like comfort
At a time like this
They’ll just have give some effort
Friendship is what I truly miss
Who is reliable
Or even trustworthy
Most i know are deniable
I’m shown no mercy
I’m begging right now
Please help me
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 4:42 PM UTC
Search distaste. Unwanted feeling replaced.
Download spiraling playing of my inner self quickly.
disputant in my freedom and dignity destroying and decaying
came all that's worth saving.
relinquishing dis-soothing this uncontrolled desire?
Displeasing my soul with infected virus.
Controlling my thoughts into deviant acts.
Not heard normal, form factor total 180.
Complexion secrets possessed. I'm trying not to get mind ******
will it?
His behavior is hidden away with no known cure attainable just yet.
destroying self will out of its power restricted movement,
deniable motives, take place for all that is now defaulted elsewhere in the hands of the anonymous intruder
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 7:49 PM UTC
ever so often
something will
filter through my mind
sweet and colorful
twisted and curved
like ribbon candy
being formed
as my mind slides back
the way you will
when walking up
the downslide side
of an escalator
then you stop
just before
you reach the top
what makes it so hard
to step across
always turning out to be
that backward slide
is there something to fear
that you feel exists
will not simply disappear
by it being denied
it's existence
yet your resistance
to its insistence
that you must go the distance
is keeping it alive
but there is always something
so serene
about that backward slide
that feels like
being suspended
somewhere between
life and a dream
caught in a stream
of consciousness. ....so
go go go go go along. along along
life has so few
things to do
to bring that
ribbon candy...back to production
so to watch as
it is
taking form
soft and warm
sliding through
stopping and starting
folding and molding
itself into what
it will soon be
a hardened memory
so maybe thats why
why you always stop
before that step across
at the very top
as if you ever could have
kept those memories pliable
or truth deniable
okay okay
I hear you loud and clear
face my fear
take the ride all the way
to the top and step across
and be grateful that you
always considered it as
an escalator.
and not an elevator
top floor watch your step!
Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 5:23 AM UTC