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"desserted" poems
Chocolate Milkshake! Sweet love-child of milk and chocolate; Drowsing inside my extra large take-away tumbler, after a tiring roller coaster ride. Chocolate milkshake! Dark and delicious; Derived from the desserted district of dreamland. Destroying me internally, you devilish seed of cacao tree. Today, you are mine; And I’ll be the proud receiver of your sweet nectar. Chocolate Milkshake! You proudy liquidy miracle of nature. You self obsessed syrup of supremacy. You won’t ever get over yourself, will you? Chocolate Milkshake! I have loved you enough, you mean juice of Zion. Next time, I am gonna order a vanilla milkshake. It might not be as magical as you are; But again, I can’t hold onto you forever.
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Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 11:33 AM UTC
Chocolate Milkshake!
´ You  came to me as a vision as a mirage as soft shadows landing low Warmly loving the hot bouncy paws and their delicate dance across Dali's Tangible soundless motions obssesive mushy desserted sands of time's Kaleidoscopic fractal falling Swirling back into the theatre of dreams Tuning a migrating midnight to those silent, evanescent melodies yearning craving to be played once more and adored on longplays Spiraling and spinning in my memory like a skilled reindeer wafting wet air through fresh nostrils, a defiant elegance fluttering around as colourful wings move the magnificent leap of a sinew lyinx to tremble among spring greenery Got to develop gentle moves. Silent. Soundless. Elegant.
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Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 10:14 AM UTC
Soundless Motions
There's so many different paths I want to run down, Different places I yearn to see. I'd like to live somewhere beautiful Where I can simply be I fight with myself over the fantasies I keep, Sometimes I'm sure I'll live somewhere far, I could have a chicken or two, My dog could enjoy a huge yard. Other times I know deep down, I need convenience and I'd surely fail Without being somewhere crowded, Delivery is a privilege. I don't want the middle between these two places, Because suburbia was depressing, Living only two inches away from a bustling family, I didn't like the times I lived with mine there. I'd need space undoubtedly. Then the absurdity starts showing, I think to myself.. I'll find an abandoned city Maybe a desserted town like the ones tiktok shows me. I could pretend I'm in my own story And the empty streets would be my own I could wander these houses and see what was left behind... I think it sounds silly but, it always comes to mind. If I could live in the house of my dreams It would be somewhere unimaginable Underneath the deepest seas. I'd have glass walls, and a ceiling made of stars I'd wake up to see jellyfish blooms And sit in awe, nothing to do I could swim to the surface somehow And watch meteors fall I think what I truly desire Is somewhere comfortable Where I can imagine these wishes Without being bothered by time, or people who don't really care Or maybe I belong on another planet, Because I feel alien everywhere.
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Feb 23, 2024
Feb 23, 2024 at 8:45 AM UTC
Alien Everywhere
The snow makes this humming noise Can you hear it? It’s the noise That people described When they were huddled Around the campfires Telling ghost stories Back in the day When the ground was soaking dry And the tank top filled days Ricocheted off of the boys Chasing Bigfoot thought the cornfields. The reflection of innocence Left my mind When reality kissed me With her cigarette filled breath. Leaving me Cold, Rusty, Flaking away From the radiant skin That brushed off the cornfields. The snow makes this humming noise Can you hear it? It sounds like my friends Moving away From the innocence And transferring To the school Of harsh expectations. They were forced To take daily vitamins Consisting of impractical expectations Left by the people Who said that they just couldn't do it. You see, My friends didn't follow the boy scout honor, They left traces of themselves Behind the cracks of my skull. The snow makes this humming noise Can you hear it? Its sounds like the snow Is giving a close shave To the power lines That crackle with apprehension. I walk about the desserted Ice cream That has foamed over the cornfields. My feet seem to stick To the people who wants me To be just like my brother, Whenever I creep Through the creek of snow, I get trapped by the vacant wasteland All I can do is wait For I am waiting for jack frost to **** up my last breaths. Crushing my soul With the rhythm of this humming noise The snow makes.
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Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 9:30 PM UTC
Flake
Daddy are you listening ? Theres some things i have to say , The things i think and pray about every single day. I want you to know i remember , So clearly that awful fight , You told us you were leaving And drove off into the night . At 5 it is confusing To see all this go down , It took some getting used to Not having you around . Even when we'd visit you You were never really there, Another bottle , another line , Its not like you cared. Isnt it odd that at ten years old i was Tucking a grown man into bed ? And isnt sad as your daughter , I couldnt trust a word you said ? So how am i suppose to trust man Who says that he will stay? You said the exact same thing And you still walked away. Understand your actions , Have trickled into my life ... Youre the one who desserted us, Yet its your loved ones that pay the price.
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Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 10:00 AM UTC
William
my back was unpressurized tonight about 3 hours ah, i was about to type ago. What else, well just interviewing myself about to ask me some questionz. Who is that person alive somewhere longing to unshackle themselves / yet keys are within the thread that it weaves. Yes, to life, beautifully strengthen one another, live vicariously and hear it in the thunder. Bail out of blunderz ve all daily wonder of something or another. Watch the rain fall instinctively smoke rises from desserted dust laying scorched in the earth as imaginary beliefs of solutions littering pollution. Forgiveness the farthest away from our mind, just strands of dna connected intertwined at the roots, i am putting on my boot. Think of correct statements to say that it will alwayz feel, stay this way. Pause, oxygen circulatez, pattering rain on a roof sounds like footsteps marching unfortunately in battle. The most unjust cruel inhumane self serving consumer professional mind controlling false deitiez, this war of loss.
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Mar 23, 2010
Mar 23, 2010 at 3:39 AM UTC
Wave rize
By this time 2019 the onslaught had begun.. devastating attack on mankind not carried out by guns.. just a virus, tiny yet deadly ravaging the world.. not an equal monster in decades, Covid-19 it was called. mysteriously crept into our world, inexplicable origin.. lurking around rails, trails and air just to gain entry.. wrecking down all systems immune, nervous and circulatory.. sniffles life out of victims at the early stages, men was scary. left us so terrified  in our towns and in our cities.. grounded and brought to a halt economic activities.. built up a partition of no solid material.. amongst us all, rich, poor and even the influential. Once crowded streets in its wake were lonely and desserted.. nice playground activities and symposiums neglected.. for the dread of the global monsterous virus.. oh! no! never again we hope we beat the virus. It took from us loved ones both promising and elderly.. frightening mode of operation, collapsing the lungs steadily.. trailing wails world all over from the healthcare facilities.. universal pandemonium, we were overwhelmed seemingly. Emotionally traumatising was the unpleasant experience.. of watching its victims gasping in the midst of abundance.. I cried like many many others seeing a menace to existence.. and all we did was pray for return of peaceful ambience. till date still place a limit on human interactions.. medical practitioners working their ***** off.. to get a cure for it although now there's vaccination.. was an era in human history, covid-19 what a distraction!
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Jan 13, 2022
Jan 13, 2022 at 10:39 AM UTC
Covid-19
By this time 2019 the onslaught had begun.. devastating attack on mankind not carried out by guns.. just a virus, tiny yet deadly ravaging the world.. not an equal monster in decades, Covid-19 it was called. mysteriously crept into our world, inexplicable origin.. lurking around rails, trails and air just to gain entry.. wrecking down all systems immune, nervous and circulatory.. sniffles life out of victims at the early stages, men was scary. left us so terrified  in our towns and in our cities.. grounded and brought to a halt economic activities.. built up a partition of no solid material.. amongst us all, rich, poor and even the influential. Once crowded streets in its wake were lonely and desserted.. nice playground activities and symposiums neglected.. for the dread of the global monsterous virus.. oh! no! never again we hope we beat the virus. It took from us loved ones both promising and elderly.. frightening mode of operation, collapsing the lungs steadily.. trailing wails world all over from the healthcare facilities.. universal pandemonium, we were overwhelmed seemingly. Emotionally traumatising was the unpleasant experience.. of watching its victims gasping in the midst of abundance.. I cried like many many others seeing a menace to existence.. and all we did was pray for return of peaceful ambience. till date still place a limit on human interactions.. medical practitioners working their ***** off.. to get a cure for it although now there's vaccination.. was an era in human history, covid-19 what a distraction!
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Time goes on as your memory fades, Alzheimer's eating away at your brain Stealing your happiness, Whilst leaving you frustrated, angry, in pain As the days go by names and faces begging to blur As the weeks weeks pass The faces and names forgotten Birthdays, anniversaries, family, non existent The continuing loss consistent And though deep down I know I still wonder Do you remember me? But to ask that question, Do I dare? Would it be nothing but a blunder So I wonder in silence, I hope in silence, I leave everything i feel silent The feeling of wanting to scream and cry, to hug my family and friends To say something meaningful and deep To make a fearless decision, Just take a leap Because life and memories don't last forever At any moment life can be severed All this never said out loud Pretending it doesn't exist makes me feel like I'm stuck in a storm cloud that's surrounding me, slowly but surely making me unable to breathe I feel my self gasp, As I say the words out loud at last Do you remember me? I say this to myself For now the feelings in my heart will remain on a desserted shelf I have to be strong for the family who has lost so much Do you remember me? This would destroy the whole bunch
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Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 4:32 AM UTC
Do you remember me
under the dark clouds let's wear our matching chucks and run to nowhere until the rain downpours but we're not going to hide in a shed instead, we'll sing our hearts out then dance to an unmatching beat in the middle of a desserted road twirl me around then end it with a kiss because we won't care we're never too old to play in the rain
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Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 8:58 AM UTC
In the rain
When I was a kid And the family walls were falling I remember thinking it would all be okay If I could just learn to wall kick Stick the landing, while the world was crumbling, I look for applause for still standing But the truth is they don't see you for standing strong Just enjoy the scene when that strength is gone Disgree, I'm asking you to prove me wrong. Show me the story of your high school friend who made it Not the hundred that stayed in the mould and faded Show me the car crash that was evaded, The hero, who's past wasn't completely exploited, The victim that didn't end up on that stage desserted, But no, that human nature is too perverted. Forget the man saved, here's more on the murderer News casters will give you the gritty details like sheep herders Maybe your world isn't simple to fix, Just keep working, this life has no tricks At the end of the day, you know what makes you tick But before the world came crashing I learned to wall kick So while the struggle is as real As the wheel you steer, keep screaming until the deaf even hear
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Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 10:57 AM UTC
Wall Kicks Will Work
breathe look around the landscape is barren no trees nor vegetation no signs of civilization desserted you're alone you're family and friends are gone you're enemies have won tho the war has just begun run they're coming you hear them in the distance you see it for an instant but for you is no repentance stop it's over you're mind gets to racing now you start pacing for your anxiety is winning
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Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 2:48 PM UTC
I'm so lonely
I took a leap of faith and landed on Time's wings. Among ruffled memories and unplucked regrets. We flew past the clutter of unsaid words,past a plain of desserted promises and with a bird's eye view over a mine of secrets. As we accelarated towards the speed of light,I saw looming over the horizon ,a dark cloud and mirrored in it,my demise. Before I could stutter a plea,death had neared, with its icy breath kissing my bones. With ounces of energy evaporating out of me,I grasped on to the past and nestled into desperation. Fluttering winds blew away my fears. I stared into Oblivion's eye and backed away,tracing my footstep back to the now.
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Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 5:30 PM UTC
of a feather
It's about time for a much needed VACATION!! To CHILL, to HAVE FUN, but most off, some RELAXATION!! Let go of the FRUSTRATION, BATHE yourself into SATISFACTION!!! Take a BREAK, take a TOUR, go on a TRIP, and so much more!! LAY ON THE BEACH; WORK ON YOUR TAN; snorkel in the water, GET BURIED IN THE SAND!!!! JUST LET GO and just Be Free, You need you a Break, go on a LONG LEAVE, a GET AWAY is what you really NEED!! Just take off, GO AWAY, to a desserted Island, and have a FIELD DAY!! Ride the WAVES, sail on a YACHT, Or just do nothing, go on and KICK BACK!!! Have time for yourself, you need to just BREATHE; a much needed VACATION is ALL YOU REALLY NEED!!! B.R. Date: 04/30/2023
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Sep 24, 2024
Sep 24, 2024 at 4:27 PM UTC
🏖🌴 VACATION 🌴🏖
Hey ! what are you laughing at? Are you laughing at that girl With freezey hair, Baggy, over sized clothes? You're Giggling meanly from behind Because of those? Her ragged dress is all you can see, Her messy hair is all you notice, Can't u see the pain in her eyes? No she's not fortunate like you To get the love of her mother Or be pampered by her father You  laugh at her dirty,hardened hands? Yeah those are the same hands she puts on her lips And cry every night silently. As silent as the moon above her head. Although just 13, the little girl  is not fortunate like you To run & complaint to anyone When she's mercilessly beaten up By those, supposed to take care of her. She waits for the nights To lay awake under the stars and remember her past Her father, her mother Those happy days. What happened to life? Why her world turned upside down? Why is she so helpless and feeble In this ever known town? With a dust storm in her heart She wakes up. Yet another day to cope. But she has her will and her strong hope. You think she's weird, cz she doesn't gigle in small jokes? Oh she doesn't find them funny. They don't amuse her anymore. What's more amusing than this life? What's more laughable than her will of still going on? Walking miles after miles With blisters in her feet, Along the desserted street. Wearing An worn out, torn out, old muddy sandle. Yeah go on. Laugh at that too. You think she didn't hear what you said? She might be thick skinned But sister she's not deaf. And she knows it's ok to be different. Struck by untimely age That old soul, although 13 But feels like she has seen a lot Lived a hundred lives And left them behind one by one. Now she has learnt to let go. She has taught herself to grow. She's taught herself to live alone. Not look for a helping hand Or reside in a castle of sand. Though she has none to speak to About her grims She writes them down About All her hopes and all her dreams. One day she'll stand by her friend Who was bullided in school for being a boy and still having long hair. One day She'll stand up for her friend  against unwanted stare. She'll know, No one should be subjected to torment. Cz She knows it's ok to be different. So go on. Laugh and gigle at anyone you want. Throw your hatred and your tont. A bullie is all you'll ever see While looking at the mirror. And it'll make the poor little girl stronger. Stronger than you can ever be.
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Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 7:25 AM UTC
Different
Hey ! what are you laughing at? Are you laughing at that girl With freezey hair, Baggy, over sized clothes? You're Giggling meanly from behind Because of those? Her ragged dress is all you can see, Her messy hair is all you notice, Can't u see the pain in her eyes? No she's not fortunate like you To get the love of her mother Or be pampered by her father You  laugh at her dirty,hardened hands? Yeah those are the same hands she puts on her lips And cry every night silently. As silent as the moon above her head. Although just 13, the little girl  is not fortunate like you To run & complaint to anyone When she's mercilessly beaten up By those, supposed to take care of her. She waits for the nights To lay awake under the stars and remember her past Her father, her mother Those happy days. What happened to life? Why her world turned upside down? Why is she so helpless and feeble In this ever known town? With a dust storm in her heart She wakes up. Yet another day to cope. But she has her will and her strong hope. You think she's weird, cz she doesn't gigle in small jokes? Oh she doesn't find them funny. They don't amuse her anymore. What's more amusing than this life? What's more laughable than her will of still going on? Walking miles after miles With blisters in her feet, Along the desserted street. Wearing An worn out, torn out, old muddy sandle. Yeah go on. Laugh at that too. You think she didn't hear what you said? She might be thick skinned But sister she's not deaf. And she knows it's ok to be different. Struck by untimely age That old soul, although 13 But feels like she has seen a lot Lived a hundred lives And left them behind one by one. Now she has learnt to let go. She has taught herself to grow. She's taught herself to live alone. Not look for a helping hand Or reside in a castle of sand. Though she has none to speak to About her grims She writes them down About All her hopes and all her dreams. One day she'll stand by her friend Who was bullided in school for being a boy and still having long hair. One day She'll stand up for her friend  against unwanted stare. She'll know, No one should be subjected to torment. Cz She knows it's ok to be different. So go on. Laugh and gigle at anyone you want. Throw your hatred and your tont. A bullie is all you'll ever see While looking at the mirror. And it'll make the poor little girl stronger. Stronger than you can ever be.
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I have loved you since I couldn't even pronounce your name properly For every breath I have taken on this earth Since the moment I left the womb You have been there I have existed in your existence Kinship Blood ties When someone asked how we were Our names came together Like a compliment As though we were one person One name with a hyphen Me before you Or you before me But never alone We belonged together But now your name has desserted their lips I come alone Abandoned As if you were never here It feels like you were a ghost An imaginary friend Only the pictures prove otherwise I want to hear the stories Of how I followed you around How you always gave in When I asked you for anything But you are trapped in memories behind eyes That play like a movie Projecting to every shadowed corner of this house Sometimes I wake up and forget I imagine I can hear your voice calling me to come to you Your things are the same The way you left them It is us who have changed
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Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 7:48 AM UTC
Everything is the same but different
Pain some people say im insane because of how much pain i can take there is one pain i can't take the pain of the heart the one pain that makes me fall apart who would think that someone used to being left and desserted would still be able to feel the hurting Pain to me is like a game how much can it take Pain it excites me how can that be people ask because my mind only focusses on one pain and thats my heart maybe one day it will stop being shattered along with my hope by people i know maybe one day it can let everyone go and just die alone i suppose that's how it goes a positive spin is this i have a strong soul so ill keep fighting till i reach my goal and ill let a woman or a man hold this broken heart of gold time is on my side i hope but man the Pain just gets worse with every person that says those words "I need time, I'm sorry I'm seeing someone, I'm back with my ex sorry you weren't good enough" how can a heart handle the wars when its bleed from all the open sores I wonder if anyone hears my heart cry in the middle of the night im losing my fight and I'm starting to believe thise people are right
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Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 8:48 AM UTC
Pain
I’ll be the first to admit I didn’t have much almost a year ago, but I had you and you had me. We had dug ourselves a hole so ******* deep, even with a telescope scrounged from the garbage we could not catch any glimpses of the natural life above us. But I held your hand in the darkness and gave it reassuring squeezes to let you know we’d climb out eventually, and if we failed, we’d have eachother in the darkness. At some point I stopped feeling your hand squeeze back, and within the darkness I could only conclude you had died. That I was within a hole, I suppose a grave now, refusing to abandon a decomposing corpse. When your lips peeled back it revealed your teeth clenched together, and I convinced myself it was a final smile, but really, I see it was gritted teeth of discontent and disgust. You blamed me solely for the grave, but we dug it together, and it only became a grave because you decided to give up instead of fighting for each day and the possibility it would bring. Everytime we talk now, you leave me for the night to stew in the sadness and loneliness, you initially left me to drown in. But there’s a drought from the skies, so I fill the hole with my tears, and the blood gushing out from the wounds you gifted me. I failed to realize those tender kisses where compressed, jaw locking bites into my flesh, tearing open whatever jugular you had left with me after going after it. You tell me about your current predicament since your soul departed the grave and rejoined the land of the living. It isn’t as great as you believed it would be, is it? So why do I still feel obligation and sadness hearing about it? You left me to fend for myself, to pick up the pieces of the life we had together that you shattered in a matter of an hour. You didn’t feel remorse or responsibility for where and how you desserted me. I’m just not that type of person. You set what little I had left on fire. Whether it was my structure, my financial security, my confidence, and the pieces of myself I wished to give to someone more deserving. Someone who could be there for me in a way you never wanted to be. Someone who actually loves me and wants to climb out of holes with me. And I just can’t now. I don’t love you anymore. Atleast, not the way I believed I did. But why do I still feel protective and responsible for the one who poured the gasoline and lit the match, and didn’t even bother to stay to warm their soul at my pyre? I must be the biggest ******* idiot on the planet.
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Oct 21, 2019
Oct 21, 2019 at 10:17 PM UTC
Lies of a Kingdom
I’ll be the first to admit I didn’t have much almost a year ago, but I had you and you had me. We had dug ourselves a hole so ******* deep, even with a telescope scrounged from the garbage we could not catch any glimpses of the natural life above us. But I held your hand in the darkness and gave it reassuring squeezes to let you know we’d climb out eventually, and if we failed, we’d have eachother in the darkness. At some point I stopped feeling your hand squeeze back, and within the darkness I could only conclude you had died. That I was within a hole, I suppose a grave now, refusing to abandon a decomposing corpse. When your lips peeled back it revealed your teeth clenched together, and I convinced myself it was a final smile, but really, I see it was gritted teeth of discontent and disgust. You blamed me solely for the grave, but we dug it together, and it only became a grave because you decided to give up instead of fighting for each day and the possibility it would bring. Everytime we talk now, you leave me for the night to stew in the sadness and loneliness, you initially left me to drown in. But there’s a drought from the skies, so I fill the hole with my tears, and the blood gushing out from the wounds you gifted me. I failed to realize those tender kisses where compressed, jaw locking bites into my flesh, tearing open whatever jugular you had left with me after going after it. You tell me about your current predicament since your soul departed the grave and rejoined the land of the living. It isn’t as great as you believed it would be, is it? So why do I still feel obligation and sadness hearing about it? You left me to fend for myself, to pick up the pieces of the life we had together that you shattered in a matter of an hour. You didn’t feel remorse or responsibility for where and how you desserted me. I’m just not that type of person. You set what little I had left on fire. Whether it was my structure, my financial security, my confidence, and the pieces of myself I wished to give to someone more deserving. Someone who could be there for me in a way you never wanted to be. Someone who actually loves me and wants to climb out of holes with me. And I just can’t now. I don’t love you anymore. Atleast, not the way I believed I did. But why do I still feel protective and responsible for the one who poured the gasoline and lit the match, and didn’t even bother to stay to warm their soul at my pyre? I must be the biggest ******* idiot on the planet.
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