"devalue" poems
Pluto says
Keep your hug
Pluto says
Dwarf Planet my ***
Pluto says
Sticks and Stones *************
Pluto says
I know what I am
I don’t care
For your “opinion”
Captured by the Kuiper Belt! Please.
Or one my favorites,
A cold rock!
You called me a trans-Neptunian object?
I have five moons!
An 11 year old girl tried to name me.
She won £5 but I’ve had many names.
I am fond of Hiro.
But I’ve also liked Minerva.
I am hardly a minor planet.
In 2006 they tried to make a verb out of me
To "pluto" is to "demote or devalue someone or something.”
**** You!
So passive aggressive and insulting.
I am not carrying that around with me
My orbit is 248 years.
At a 17 degree angle thank you very much
To pay my respects to that egomaniac Sun.
Why would I care what you think?
Perhaps I am envied because I am so far away.
I don’t think that I am far away at all.
It’s relative, no?
Yes, I am removed
from that Versailles situation over there
and all that ********
That horrible planet
You know the one that I mean.
The one that’s crawling with “things”
They’re not even you.
Disgusting.
I am awash with molten ices and
I even sport a plasma tail.
I spin in nitrogen gases
On my own path
Alone
With my FIVE moons!
Just us!
They claim that there are other
Dwarf Planets here and there
And even go so far as to suggest
That I am the puniest amongst them
But with my five and five more still
That’s 10 to 8
And you already know what I can do.
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 11:44 PM UTC
They will bombard you with love and tell you what you want to hear.
They will tell you that they are your soulmate and that you have nothing to fear.
They will do or say anything to get what they desire.
They become quite adept at being a smooth liar.
Keep in mind that if it sounds too good to be true,
Listen to your gut instinct – it’s trying to protect you.
They will torture you with triangulation and convince you that you are the crazy one.
Then they will devalue and discard you when they have used you up and they are done.
They count on the fact that you will keep giving them the benefit of the doubt.
They are actually reeling you in but you are so confused you haven’t quite figured it out.
They are pure evil - do not fall for their lies.
Sooner or later their mask will slip and you will see through their disguise.
They will make you miserable – you will tell yourself this is not how you behave when you love someone,
But you will never make them see it that way because to them it’s just a way of having fun.
You will start to realize when their true self begins to show,
But keep your guard up because you never know how far they will go.
They call it emotional **** and that is exactly how you will feel.
You will soon understand the love you thought you had wasn’t ever real.
Then they will move on to the next victim and leave you alone.
Don’t beat yourself up – just hope they stay gone.
They have no conscience, no remorse and you are just a pawn in their sick little game.
Once you have been the target of a psychopath, you will never be the same.
A psychopath’s bond is a hard thing to break,
But you have to be strong for your own sake.
Everyone has come into contact with a psychopath at some point in their life.
It could easily have been your mother, your father, your husband or your wife.
We have all probably been victims of a psychopath but some of us just never knew,
Until you start reading the information about them then you will know it’s true.
Being fooled and falling in love with a psychopath is very easy for me to see.
I know firsthand the horror of it all because, yes, it happened to me.
V. Cheek
9/04/2014
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 6:50 AM UTC
Trophies for last place,
And a Holiday for every weekend.
A taste of this and that...
OF Italy and Ireland and Asia and Germany
and every township in the county,
and 3 collective Miles of
Portable Toilets,
Strategically Positioned
throughout each event.
cause there is going to be a Lot of ****
Hooray for whatever we are celebrating this weekend.
Whichever one of the 30 different Woodstocks
Or week long Music Festivals
That exist only so
the Hippest of Hipsters
can congratulate each other
on how Indie they are.
Ya know, it's happy hour somewhere...
Why not party
All Day, Everyday?
Devalue the weekend
Like we have thanksgiving
And New Years.
A Five Kay For the Common Cold,
And We'll even give trophies for last place.
Cause we're all winners here.
and we're all hungry.
And What represents your heritage better than
Pizza or sauerkraut or General Tso's
And endless flowing barrels of refreshing, Ice cold, Domestically brewed and Nationally brand recognized Alcoholic Beverages?
IT's The Great Dumb Down, Charlie Brown!!!
A symptom of the Universe
If there ever was one.
Mass anesthesia to keep us all content
With our collective mediocrities,
our Forfeit Potential,
Our Day Job that doesn't pay very well,
But kind has benefits.
So we stay on.
In fear of nothing better.
It makes feel important.
Like Wheel of Fortune makes us feel smart.
(Wow, you can spell?!)...
Dwindling returns in a world of Beige and Pastels
And the Muted Grays of limestone concrete.
We Accept less and we Get less and we accept less and we Get less
And On And on and on,
till we hit that lowest common cultural denominator,
where your race is what food you eat,
And we all qualify for the special Olympics.
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 9:52 AM UTC
Look woman, you are my woman
as I am your man
And I fish all day
and sometimes nights too
and I come back from the dangers
and the labor and ****** ********* customers
who haggle over my fish at the marketplace
and they devalue my fish
and demean my labor
And then I come home with the coins
and I put them in your palms
and no doubt you cook me a sumptuous dinner
but come night, when the breeze carries the scents of the jasmine in
I’d expect a little fishing between us too, you know
You know, I’ve got me fish down my bottom
that’d I like to release, let it swim deep in your pond –
but this pushing me away at nights, and whispering ”You smell like a fish”
or “I’ve got a headache now” -
this will not do, cause you know,
my fish does swell much and that causes me pain and anguish
Because my blowfish really does want to move
and there you go telling me:
“You smell fishy” – what do you expect?
You married a fisherman, you know!
I’m not going to smell like a goat or a pig or an ox
cos I’m no butcher
And that makes me think
maybe you’re doing a bit of your own fishing all day
when I’m gone
so really you ought to
let my fish swim nights free in your pond
or surely I’ll bring my coins to a woman
in the huts at the marketplace
who’ll freely let my blowfish swim easy
whenever I put coins in her palms
And I can get me a change of woman too
So what will it be tonight? – does my fish swim free?
So, woman, you are my woman
as I am your man
And let us do what a fisherman and fisherwoman do together
when they are each other’s
and so let us add another chapter in the Manual of Love:
Fisherman’s Fish and Fisherwoman’s Pond
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 5:26 AM UTC
Funny how easy
Loves appears to be, until
It laughs with the other easily
Reconcilable "maybes"
That devalue your first "hello".
First, it began as "hello".
Little did you know how
Interested he would be in you, but
Reflecting on it now, you see how those
Tender tendencies weren't exclusive.
Finally, all you have left is "hello",
Like every other girl he knows.
Inevitably, you're one of many
Recycled pretties that thought
They were more than another "maybe".
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 12:31 AM UTC
I turn people into gods,
I'm upset when they have flaws.
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 6:41 PM UTC
isn't it funny?
how it's easier to blame yourself,
rather than the person who destroyed you?
it's easier to extinguish
the fire inside of you
than to devalue the person
you love (loved)
I will n e v e r allow
someone to rip apart
my self-worth
when they're the ones
who aren't whole.
and neither should you.
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 10:51 AM UTC
It took me a decade of toil
years of experience and expertise
to learn that men are happy scoring
ecstatic when he bags and trashes
that short win he has not earned
Sometimes as women we steam
trimmed with seams of emotion
awaiting to open hearts unreserved
Yet he don’t want this vulnerability
he wants to be ignored and uncared for
denied and kept at the deepest ledge
for when you give yourself easily
he will devalue your inner-self
blocking and tantalising from afar
Men are still immature within
afraid of closeness,scared of love
afraid of the emotions,scared to trust
and when he chases,he is fast as a cheetah
preying closer and closer to his price
and when he lies, he sugar coats the facts
so that he creates an illusionary promise
Yet deep within he is like a baby
strained with automatic reflexes
unable to make an emotional dialogue
on how to make the woman really happy....
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 12:10 PM UTC
My eyes are not sunlit windows to my own self, rather dimmed and tinted blockades to never give you a full picture. They are not a colourful array of flowers, they are dull and wilting weeds.
My lungs cannot breathe in and smell the roses because they are laced with tar, and not enough oxygen from shallow breathing. They are restricted from fulfilling out their purpose so I can feel 'okay.'
My ears will not listen to the buzzing of bees and the gentle wind- they will, however, listen to the screams between them and confuse help with hate.
My tongue does not taste of honeysuckle and mint, but rather ash and dried blood from tasting my existence. It formulates words laced with too much sleep and too little self care.
My fingertips do not touch as if I am handling the daintiest of flower petals, instead they trace a gravestone between my ribs with a purpose. They tear at my own skin and hair, or at least try to.
Do not devalue my battleground of a body by comparing it to a garden
Jan 18, 2018
Jan 18, 2018 at 7:07 PM UTC
Break down, forever crumbling.
microscopic sand brushes my skin like ashes
of dead ones poured onto Mother Gaia.
It whispers with the wind, I am still here remember me.
We both meet at the spot we agreed to unite at different times.
Does that devalue our promise?
One day we’ll get it right.
But for now, I write you into oblivion.
Seems less than what I dreamed of but my dresses
keep falling apart. I have become a seamstress.
I strive to prepare for that chance, where you will see my body
flowing and all things manifest.
Weaving destiny and intention into clothing
I offer to the Gods for my puzzle piece.
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 6:13 AM UTC
Would you think less of me if I told you how much I want to kiss your thighs?
And your hip bones
And that v of skin
Feel the heat of your body that I can’t turn off
Even in the depths of winter,
Your warmth is in every cheek to cheek hug
Every brush of your hand over mine
We could be in the icy temperatures of the north pole and I would still feel a hotness in your fingertips when you pass me another layer
I’m a good girl
But looking at you makes me feel like I deserve a thousand detentions
I hope you know I love you when I think about your skin tight against mine
Your mouth hot on mine
My hands untucking your checked shirt
I refuse to call these thoughts *****
Because your body is so **** beautiful
The muddy soil around a bright flower doesn’t devalue its worth, does it?
I hope you know I think your heart is as powerful as the sun
You’re what burns every piece of wooden structure that holds my body stable
Human jenga
And even though you have no game plan,
You always win.
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 5:23 PM UTC
It's hard to forget something like that
It's hard to seal away that moment in time.
To look someone straight in the eyes,
And to understand.
It's profundity leaving you dumb.
Thoughts circling down the drain,
Rushing across your skin.
It's hard to not understand
That energy
To devalue it's intensity.
Jun 9, 2012
Jun 9, 2012 at 5:37 PM UTC
The treetops are a guise
And we forget that there is more beyond them
A cushioned bed of life beneath
We pass by,
Admire the seasonal effect their leaves have taken
Stare until the leaves are shaken
We devalue this quiet force
Then turn away when their depths are revealed
It is the places between ourselves and our source,
That we have sealed
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 9:24 PM UTC
Are you like me?
Does gnawing depression find your skin softer than most?
Do you see a mask and
Fear the face behind?
We can do it,
We can make it all ok.
We can reverse the evil necessity of nature.
We have to work,
We have to devalue each other, but
We can make it all ok with the end of the day.
Don't watch tv.
It's built to make you spend.
Learn music.
Learn to draw.
Learn to be happy with what you have.
Then show it to all.
Don't ask for money, for
Only the few can have it.
Give it to those who frown the most.
Try, please try,
To make someone smile
Each day.
Fly, please fly,
Through the tempest behind my eyes
Watch the lightning of thought
And give it away for free
To make all happy.
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 3:39 PM UTC
Don’t assume ANYTHING about me based on ANYTHING
You don’t know what IM THINKING just by seeing if my face is ******* up or if I look happy.
P L E A S E
Don’t assume you know me and don’t tell me
what I think
How I feel
What my motivation or intent is
What I can do
What I cannot do
Who I am
What I am..
You’ll always be wrong.
It will always be abuse.
Because only I can decide or define those things about me to you.
And they can change every second and I am the only person on the planet whose responsibility it is to define them
to decide them, to label them.
You don’t decide
You don’t define
You don’t redefine
You don’t label me
You don’t paste who I am to you
onto my face and then criticize it.
Don’t pin your idea of me on your mind’s wall to throw darts at to evaluate, to devalue, to label as something only you want me to be.
Or as something only you don’t want me to be.
What’s written on your mind’s wall about me isn’t reality.
What I want you to know, I WILL TELL YOU
Your job is to listen
Your job is to understand
Your job is compassion
Your job is not to decide, define, redefine, label, criticize some image of me that only lives in your mind.
Because doing that is a form of emotional abuse, & I won’t tolerate it.
Jun 25, 2022
Jun 25, 2022 at 5:13 PM UTC
Like, a work of art
a real genius created,
you are to be counted
special, courted ardently
to be won over,appreciated,
treated with a reverence.
You have class,
more like a sculpture
of Henry Moore
or 'Blue Poles'
of Jackson *******
at the least semi abstract
before flabbergasted eyes
that fumble for familiar signals.
None would read you right
except those with an extra sense.
Your true worth
I wouldn't like to disclose
for obvious reasons.
Let them take you as an ornament
made of wrong metal,
and try to devalue, who cares?
They think, you are a puppet
on a string , I could manipulate.
They are in the dark
on the happy secrets
an exceptional woman like you would possess;
take this for example,
you have a copyrighted kiss,
that makes me swoon at once
by the sheer ecstasy of it.
A mix of searing bites,
attacking tongue in advance
and high artistry of pouting lips.
Oct 25, 2011
Oct 25, 2011 at 3:13 AM UTC
i don't mean to encumber you.
or devalue, diminish, degrade, debase, reduce, demean, humble, lower, cheapen, burden, saddle, inconvenience, ****** hinder, cramp, denigrate, belittle, deride, depreciate you, or shoot you full of holes.
it's genuinely not my intent.
i just really need you to go down with me
in flames
right now.
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 5:31 AM UTC
The matrix is just another name for institutions.
The ones that own you.
Come here, number 258-65-4562.
Provides you social security in that you are only a number.
Tallies on what they can take.
A way to count you.
Devalue your spirit down to a decimal.
The monetary value of what you can contribute.
A worth they just can never seem to buy into.
Enslaving our people, cattle to which they devour.
Turning brothers to thieves with slightest taste of power.
Putting our sons into attires that strip them of their generations.
Giving them guns to spite our neighbors.
All for those who we are nameless.
An extra decimal.
Partial space to a means as an end.
Hanging off the sentence.
History rewritten in the favor of those who should be forgot.
Oct 5, 2020
Oct 5, 2020 at 9:26 PM UTC
Remember that you cannot find healing in people who broke you,
instead you have to let them go and cleanse your soul of devalue.
Find healing in yourself and how far you have come despite all of the hurt,
and in how much hope and inspiration to others you exert.
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 4:44 PM UTC
*ever since the day
i met you
instantaneously
i feared losing you
you gave me something
i could only compare
with a woman in my past
who saved my life
the way
you have too*
Cross my heart
i miss you
i don't say it lightly
it comes from the heart
i just crossed
for you
*hand on heart
can you hear
it beats for you
it fears you leaving
i'm already
coming undone*
you're too beautiful
for a woman come
undone, allow me
to hold you near
trust in my
embrace
holding you close
*if i let you close
you'll only hurt
my already broken misfit
heart,
i love forever & for always
i'm left so easily
i feel like a stray*
my darling girl how could
you ever so
devalue your life
i promise to stay
lower that sky high
wall
i promise
you promise?
i promise
© Sia Jane
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 8:03 PM UTC
In a world full of darkness
Aren't we all blind
Or do you seek the truth
Truth seeking dummies
I've seen dim reflections
Fathom a non existence
As you read in and between the lines
Imagine the voice I speak
We seek
We want when we breathe
I seethe trying to make it better
In a world full of darkness
I'm not expendable
More flexible or malleable
With heavy retention
Seen for the unhurt ugly
Some say pretty hurts
Who are you to say it does or doesn't
A lier until proven guilty
Sweet water can still be sour milk
The tang of value
The value of people such
The people I value to much
Such naive imbeciles
Don't cry for I love you
Even though I can't see you
In a world full if darkness
Let there be Iight
Let the stubborn flourish with good wits
Let it be and be what prospers
Turn rocks into smooth stones
Walk on the warm ice
devalue contradictions
Admit when wrong or right
And if not
Remain that dim stained light in the stained dark room
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 9:43 AM UTC
I'm in a stagnant place
Stuck on autopilot
Don't even recognize my face
Always reserved, always quiet
I feel very alone
Even with family & friends
I am always prone
To feel like I'm at my end
Every day is not new
No motivation, just doubt
An endless cycle of devalue
All I ever do is space out
I get drunk and high
To try & escape this reality
But all I do is ask why
Not even drugs are enough for me
I wonder when this will leave
And when I'll feel normal
I don't think I'll ever believe
That I'll feel anything but mournful
I only wish to sleep all day
And stay hidden in my bed
That is the only way
To cope with these thoughts in my head
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 7:29 AM UTC