"detachable" poems
Wish I was Meccanoman with
replaceable bolt on bits;
a pop off detachable arseole;
n grease ******* on my ****
yeah; wish I was Meccanoman
with a gearbox for a brain
n a cabriolet flip top hair do
-- as protection from the rain,
my feet could be two dustbin lids
held on by wire n rope;
maybe double up as landing skids;
- but no good on a slope.
the blood - of course;
synthetic oil;
with that I'd never get sick,
pumped 'round by the bestest
- induction coil,
powering my foot long
- hydraulic ****
Yeah; wish I was Meccanoman.
Oct 16, 2010
Oct 16, 2010 at 2:53 PM UTC
I heard a song,
Tried to drive and sing along,
"Detachable ***** was its name,
Some women really feel the same,
With this song they do relate,
What to do to erstwhile mates,
Much better, when it is too late,
To close that chapter, great!
"No hard feelings," hell yeah,
Detachable ***** over there!
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 8:41 PM UTC
The ****** tension between us is so terrifying
That if you were a praying mantis
You’d have eaten my head off by now
But you don’t
And maybe I’m mistaken
I mean
If we were naked mole rats
You wouldn’t care what I look like
Naked mole rats are blind
You can see well enough
And if I were an Indian Bull frog
I could croak
The same way I cough up cigarette smoke
When I see how beautiful you are when you smirk
At my burning dimple crow’s feet
And you would know
I wanted you
Turns out
I’m a gag reel of regrets
And should have saids
But if I could release pheromones
From my butterfly wings
Like shaking dust from heavy clothes
After years of standing still
I would dance for you
And you would know
But you end our conversations the way sighs do
Maybe if the earthly population were at stake
I’d find words for this
Like the carnal cannibal black widow
You are eating up my insides
With all that goes unsaid
I might not carry your children in a watery pouch
But I would
Or I would Argonaut you a detachable *****
I would even serenade you with the cricket creak of rusty joints
A song that makes you whisper
I would do almost anything if I could
But I can’t
I just have this stupid poetry passion stutter
And you
I have you
Just maybe not the way I want you
Feb 21, 2012
Feb 21, 2012 at 6:16 PM UTC
"...And out of nowhere, she got sad and anti-social and wanted nothing more than to leave. It came out of nowhere, as it often does, and takes a while to leave. It especially likes to appear when certain depressants are involved, and when the memories of a better time begin to play in her mind.
The sight of them makes her stomach churn and all of her emotions turn sour. She then longs to find something -- anything -- as a distraction; she begins thinking of excuses to depart the loathed scene before her.
She pities herself, for continuing to feel hope. She dislikes herself for feeling misogynistic. She so desperately wants what she can't -- and seemingly never will -- have again. It kills her deeply to still feel these feelings after all this time.
Said feelings were supposedly detachable, so why not detach herself again?
It's always easier said than done."
Oct 2, 2011
Oct 2, 2011 at 8:28 PM UTC
My love for you knows no bounds
Regardless of how upsetting you tend to be
One more confession following one more round
I'm far from blind but can't quite see
A connection I miss, intimacy and truth
Your voice was music to my ears
Essentially we are now escaping our youth
Mentally, you've got a couple more years
Promises were made that cease to exist
(Promises were made to be broken?)
I disagree though, I'm to blame for this
Fear is my ailment for why I haven't spoken
"There's nothing to fear but fear itself"
Straight from the horse's mouth
I've failed to comply with my word as well
Still filled with excess doubt
You managed to remove that away from a while
Guaranteed, a job well done
With even just a crack of a smile
I received my prize, I proudly won
The game is over, no lives left
No mushrooms to revive me now
If it was that simple, I'd hit 'select'
And 'retry' with better understanding how
Starting over begins the same
But the direction and obstacles change
A new route is followed in vain
For not enough experienced has been gained
You're such a charmer, I know
I still haven't fully broken your spell
I'm currently trying my hand at laying low
I question your thoughts; by now you should know me well
I want inside your head and heart
Where does your pain emerge from?
My curiosity is insatiable once I've felt a spark
I will continue to listen until your confession is done
I don't force a smile, but it's not completely real
I can maintain being civil with you
When you attempt to hide things you failed to conceal
My submissive attitude is what I must subdue
Why do I continue to feel this ache?
Does mental illness play a possible factor?
The idea of romanctic love I can't seem to shake
Yet if it's real, it inevitably won't matter
According to them, I don't know who you are
Yet I feel I've known all along
And even so, I've fallen this hard
I simply hope you'll still play me that song
Aug 23, 2011
Aug 23, 2011 at 6:34 PM UTC
The clock becomes a detachable head.
Acquiesced to the ground
The fragments become priceless.
Wrinkled people grovel over the eager glass
Pick them up and risk the cuts.
Vibrations equalize
and everyone is holding hands
stuffing their distractions and sadness
into a sack
looking into each others’ eyes
blurring the faces into one
letting go is hard at first
but then after it is hard
to keep from spinning out of control.
At first sharing for simplicity
and then in a disease involuntarily
for daytime T.V shows
and self-help-how-to-do-your-life books
by self-proclaimed seers and prophets
reading the palm of your hand
which is also mine
and his.
No time
to stop
not for a second.
you are
the god
and all the questions are answered
you are the ice that covers sidewalks
warmth will defrost thought out actions,
instilling the masterpiece.
Response:
Why not look inside of you?
Are there questions that cannot be answered?
Yes but only because of detail
and the sharp and spiky squares of
Science.
the dance we learn to stop dancing,
goes on after us and goes on into forever.
like forever may not be there.
it doesn’t seem to note or care
that the space between your two ears.
comforts my neck best
or constellations crossing your chest
constantly suggests no matter the rearrangement
no coincidences are circumstance
I’m trying not to look for it
some reality where I belong
if forever sees it has missed a beat
laughing and playing.
I so obediently repeat
what you’ve so gracefully said to me.
Life is not a sign for anything else.
It is more of an enigmatic saying from a hermit
below a full moon
purely nonsense insane.
…but realizing the smile with which it was contained.
Jul 16, 2010
Jul 16, 2010 at 11:10 AM UTC
and into the firmament
fumbling for visions
collapse under
disordered nerves
concentrate
need to modulate
a creative energy rush
that has been afforded to me
by the pills just taken
a need to feed the void
to appeal to the dead verses
that are waiting
a manifestation of poetic absolutes
a need to startle oneself alive
extract thought processes
a frantic buzz of possibilities
overdosing and watching
multiplying mirrors
amazed at the images
of one starring back
a poetic geometry
detachable used
and abused
in a copulatorey rite
of aural distillation
of the poets rage
frequencies that fall
upon catatonic faces
of artistic alienation
brought about by
a dissonance of attunement
to the vibrations of the verses
these spoken words
these living entities
who are oblique, cut up, desiccated
by a savage failure to understand
the visualized stanzas
a failure to disarrange all the senses
Mar 2, 2013
Mar 2, 2013 at 3:32 PM UTC
I read
I read anything,
Prose or poem, article or essay,
I'm so hungry for it
I wish my eyes had detachable jaws
That ate ink and binary alike.
Its not for allure of assonance and alliteration,
The collective subjective seeking the objective,
But the idea whittled, still unvarnished,
Because that is what we are and that is who I am.
Sep 17, 2012
Sep 17, 2012 at 3:32 AM UTC
Crash
Over me
This wave of emotions
Comes to crash
Over me
Comes to drown me in tears and screams
And the fear of insanity
*All around me the people, they scurry
All around me, they move around me
They might as well go right through me
I’m not here, don’t you know?
I don’t exist, don’t you know?*
Am I real? I’m not sure
It’s confusing to think about
Why I am and what I’ll be
Whowhatwhenwherewhyhow
It all spins around so I can’t sleep
When I do sleep, the conflicts chase me
I see in technicolor
A kiss from my love
And a love letter from a gay
Gay boys don’t write love letters to straight girls
A confusion, sparkling prom dress
Left in shreds behind my closet door
What’s happened? I don’t know why
My silver shoes are turned red
Why are my nails crusted with red?
Wake up, sleep again
Wake up again, now sleep
Alarm bleeps, but I’m not awake
**** it all, I’m not awake
Fix a smile to my face
Tell the world I’m okay
Then yearn for the end of a long day
Inhale the breath of my love
He distracts me from
The tidal wave looming over my head
The faces under the water titter
As I kiss him hard, he kisses harder,
Heart rates speed up in sync
And around us, the noises try to send me
Scurrying under a desk, into a corner
Quick, hide under your jacket!
And when I look into his eyes,
Those warm brown eyes,
I see his fear and it scares me
It’s good to know someone cares,
But I hate to cause him pain
The look in his eyes as
he gently pulls me out from under the desk:
Concern, fear, a swirl of stress and anxiety
I don’t want to be the cause of someone else’s anxiety
Yes, it’s nice to be loved
But it hurts to know that my emotions cause them pain
These emotions which I cannot control,
These impulses to eat and eat
To bang my fist, then my head, against the wall
Standing in the shower,
Burning hot water,
I look up into the spray
I see myself with lungs full of water
Gasp, pull away, squeeze my eyes shut
Open them again, there’s the silver cord
The link between the main showerhead and the detachable one
The loops glitters
See it hanging around my neck
God, oh, god, why do I see this?
I do not wish for death, I fear it
So why do these visions come to me?
There’s a name for this, all of this
This insanity which is mine
The first word is borderline.
(Borderline Personality Disorder)
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 7:29 AM UTC
should it lift,
Even then and yet...
I do not know.
even if the fog of our lives,
behind us,
is clarity the alternate course,
or is the fog
a tail of sorrows, missed chances,
that follows behind, the train
we missed, or couldn't board,
and thus tho behind us,
the fog is attached
in an un-detachable grasp,
and we are still
Blind
Sided.
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 11:28 AM UTC
Electronic microscopic
unlimited data storage
reprogrammable detachable
secure and hidden
in a cute red ribbon.
It holds some files that might make you cry your eyes out.
Photos of dead things and living things one after another.
Pixilated imagery redefines your minds third eye
and its natural production of dimethyltryptamine
its very mean
to think that death
smells good
in mass.
Sensory data, delete.
Forget about it child
your too young to think
its crazy, and abnormal
don't be abnormal, it is dangerous
to be too free because in freedom
you can become a little dumb
loose your mind
forget what living is.
Go plant a flower or a tree
take a walk sometime
its healthy
to move.
Because you talk about how stagnate society is getting wail you sit there every day out of your mind exploring something you cant even see or feel. It's really silly to try to get something out of nothing, but data.
Jan 11, 2011
Jan 11, 2011 at 9:08 PM UTC
What is it?
That's makes my relevance so easily detachable?
One day I'm the toast of the town, and the next, vacancy, a LOT of disappointment
When I want to grasp I sense the grip of my efforts slipping from my almost ghost like fingers
I breathe but you think I'm suffocating, not only myself but you in the process
Hello, Hi, Hey... I've got the message
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 11:22 PM UTC
Love me like you do when
Your tentacles attached around my neck
Tried to strangle me but
Got opressed by my femininity
Handed me your detachable *****
Just to say, **** yourself"
Sprayed your ink across my face
How did you know about my fetish
Stole my heart and now
All three of them drenched in your blue blood
Such irresponsibility
Leaving me with a duty of single parenting
I didn't want any of that
So i starved to death after the eggs had hatched
A takoyaki party
Cooking with the family
Everyone was happy.
Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 2:13 AM UTC
you know my secret desires
but do you understand ?
i want you to flay me with your words
completely break me down
and then put me together again afterward
i will gleefully be your **** your ***** your nothing
please use me until the only thing i am is yours
oh how i dream of you filling me up sometimes where others can see
of you bringing me to pleasure merely by words and your detachable stick
of me riding you while you call me nasty things
these are all the things i want and more
but most of all i dream of my first time with you
of you finally in me, ******* me
of me crying from how good it feels to finally have you in me
o, darling
please
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 3:22 PM UTC
i want to cut the men out from underneath my skin
my body bucks and shakes
another place
pulls at the cords embedded in me
i am not of here
your language is not my language
and the way you move your hands is strange to me
your people peer at me
and their eyes show me to be transparent
my form careens and wavers in alternation
i cannot record or observe myself
the air here shrouds me in plagues and sensitivities
my body is a battleground
i dreamed that i vomited out of my nose
and the space behind my right eyebrow collapsed
if i am only a shell for regurgitations of my surroundings
where does my image exist in full detail?
where did i hear this?
who do i hear now?
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 7:57 PM UTC
we were through everything together
road trips
infidelity
children
at first it seemed like the most well-laid plan
but eventually it began to disintegrate
at first you seemed unattainable
then un-detachable
we both moved on
but i only moved on physically
at one point we stopped speaking to each other
what went wrong?
there were so many factors
remember when you said:
"get it out of your system"?
i'm not sure i still have
when i'm at my lowest, i still toy with emotions
my favorite game is emotional blackjack
what happened to us?
is like the headlights on the dark roads we traveled
we were always headed to a possible void
i keep trinkets and keepsakes
i don't know why
they all keep me bound to the past
chained to times i do/do not wish to remember
at one time, i asked:
"you don't have any doubts, do you?"
you said "no"
but that was the beginning of our downfall
entrenched in memories and visuals
chained to obligatory well wishes
we don't kiss
or even shake hands
what happened?
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 7:06 PM UTC
Irrational
Detachable
Can't control it
Just gotta deal with it
Though
Impending doom
Gloom
Trapped in this head-box-room
**** dude
Nevermind that though
Need to stop thinkin' 'bout it
But how?
When I didn't choose to
In the first place...
Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 11:57 PM UTC
a problem w/ fembots is they're
designed to be more beautiful
than any woman can possibly
achieve naturally; leading to
metallic, tech-inspired makeup:
LED inlaid lips, multiple eyes
& detachable implants, wi-fi,
wigs, voice pitch modulation;
robot-like, women imitate
women-like robots imitating
whatever program happens to
be running at the time; imitating
TV dialogue w/ hollow laughter
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 6:45 AM UTC
I've missed you, thinking of days past.
I couldn't escape utter silence.
I intentionally revoked certain knowledge, standing on the steps of an haunted house.
A paper skeleton hung from the door, a ghost of broken promise.
Detachable limbs.
Threatening to call the police to interrupt a shot of tequila.
A certain ghoul, tequila.
Recollecting involuntary disgust.
The look of your eye.
Full, chocolate.
The horror heard from your voice. A sudden shriek shrouded by excessive need.
My world slowed, haunted by your everlasting stare.
That Insidious scene played once again.
The cruelty of silence.
A ghoulish thing, the haunting of something no longer there.
Please I beg of you, next Halloween reconsider dressing as a ghost.
I'll miss you even more
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 1:43 AM UTC
She walks in with an armistice and my body is just too sore
Not ready for love or useless arguments dragged across the floor
Im used to chasing rabbits and bad habits
Now I sit and wonder why I’m glued to this chair
Hard to find a way to figure out to care
She wants anything to lay next to her pitiful deceit
As I keep close all the secrets that you keep
She will argue until I bend
But I wont let her forget her skeletons
I want to wake up every morning with a cup
Of a ****** mary and the paper folded up
Read about the yesterdays and the scores
Think of all the years I chose to ignore
She loses her self in all the years of regret and wasted years
Never ready to commit always fall on deaf ears
Im not used to casual and detachable
Found a way to get through all the harder times
Sell my soul for another sip of sunshine
She wants to find something inside
I will make sure that the words you say will abide
She will argue until I close my eyes
But I will make sure she sleeps with all her lies
I want towake up every morning with a cup
Of a ****** mary and the paper burning up
Read about the yesterdays and what wont last
Think of all the days that have gone past
Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 2:04 AM UTC
Little bit of bitter then add the sweet to take the sting away,
Life is, and no spoonful of medicine can lessen it;
Mary Poppins pills to make the pain go away now.
Self medicate and try to keep it down;
Barbie and Ken, with detachable black eye and whiskey bottle.
Another household horrorshow right outside my window but if it's not on the media, how can I tweet at ya, to show you how much I care and how much I support the police at least until it's the hounds released at me.
More bad news and the death rate increases but by a show of support I can get my heart rate down to walk by my ex; jealous with his new ***** or so I call her.
This is the new addiction, we're all showing we to care to care and an equal sign that means peace,
safety pin it to our shirts to show we're there.
The only safety I need is on my gun, now I got a box for my son because he shot his mother in the head, I should've stressed gun safety to him, he'll get the hang of it when he starts school next year. Now the boy is a soldier, fighting for peace, some love him, some hate him. I just want him alive, but if he dies, he'll die like a hero and if he washes out early- I have no son.
Intent doesn't matter, only actions show character. That's what I call a disgrace, which is why I wear a mask, to show my true face. Hiding in plain sight is the best kind of disguise, but you can tell a storied life from the depth of my eyes.
So Mary Poppins pills and it's just the way, a little bit of salt and sugar to start my day.
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 5:36 PM UTC
Every night as I walk home along the streets of my school, unraveling thoughts always pop in my mind.
Inexplicably undesirable of the mind. Seeing the first raindrop spatter on my face as I journey home, my whole life force became inclined with it.
The first raindrop continued on becoming a drizzle manifested by the likes of me.
The thoughts became gloomier and sullen and the rain gets harder and stronger.
The thoughts took on a part of me to the point that it were no more detachable.
******* out the life force inside; pouring out as a storm. A storm containing all kinds of pessimism and negativity.
Now the soul is slowly oozing out of the body and what remains to be is a soul that always stays up until midnight.
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 11:31 PM UTC