"dispell" poems
Congratulations
You proved you could too
Congratulations
Pull the trigger like you said you would do
Congratulations
The bullet entered your brain
There it started to spin
around and around
Congratulations
Then out of your mouth
down it went
and hit the hard ground
Congratulations
There was no one around
They could find no one
Who heard any sound
Congratulations
I remember the times that you said
You needed another man
Like a hole in the head
Congratulations
Well how is it now
Do you think your better off
Now that you're dead
Congratulations
Some say you were just crazy
Certainly now that your gone
You can't argue or dispell
Congratulations
I'm angry and sad
But I guess if the nail fits
Then pound it to hell
Congratulations
I bid thee farewell
Congratulations
You were my really so swell .
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 7:58 AM UTC
Speak the truth however bold
Speak what lies inside the hearts folds
Do not fear the pain it may cause
Live the moment, do not once pause
Take the chance and feel free
Speak from the heart so it can be
Forget the cowardess you feel
One minute of bravery can dispell the ills
If you feel it may cause you disdain
Remember true beauty rises from pain
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 9:33 AM UTC
AWAY WITH INJUSTICE, AND BRING SOMETHING NEW ON OUR SIDE. YOU CAN BEHOLD IT ALL AROUND, IT CAN BE SEEN FAR AND WIDE.
LET US CONTINUE TO FIGHT FOR JUSTICE, AND REFUSE TO LET IT STOP. DON'T THINK ABOUT GIVING UP; WE HAVE TO REACH THE TOP.
AWAY WITH INJUSTICE, DON'T ALLOW YOURSELF TO LOOK BACK. WE MUST STRIVE TO MOVE AHEAD, INSPITE OF SUFFERING LACK.
LET US BE THE GOOD EXAMPLE, DOING WHATEVER IS RIGHT. LET JUSTICE DISPELL ALL DARKNESS, MORNING, NOON AND NIGHT.
BY, AUTHOR & POET, SANDRA JUANITA NAILING
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 10:44 PM UTC
Good Day spoken in a bad austrailian accent
bad juju voodoo clear light poltergeist on disablity
Hoarding every scrap of miserable memories attached to trash
your apartment is a holiday for nightmares and childmolesters
******* magazines, old sanitary napkins , bad vhs movies
lay like dead soldiers waiting for the war to end
Black bags and boxes scattered every where are villages to rats
and every unknown pestilence you can only read about in medical textbooks.
half eaten pizzas covered in pickles dried up sadly looking at empty pills
You have no hold on me I can't understand your pain nor will i listen to your overdramatic ******** about whoever
or scheming to defraud Walmart
Your mutilation is a scar spelling sociopathic miscreant child trapped in an old mismatched shell of no clear gender.
Your diagnostic prophecies from the dsm5 dismissed like school on a snow day.
Will commands the unentanglement
uncurse
unfear
dispell all your contradictions accusations monologrhthyms
bad music choices and echoes of muttered mustard.
only truth will be uplifted
Peace be with you
whereever you are currently infesting enjoy your dora the explorer ice cream
Was there ever a floor in here?
Mar 25, 2010
Mar 25, 2010 at 12:53 AM UTC
**this song will be
on YouTube next month**
locks of flesh
and bars of bone
in these bodies we're alone
holding on for all we're worth
in this prison made of earth
why is it that we so love
this foolish thing that's just a glove?
why is it that we despise
the spirit in us that is wise?
we fight and clamour for this cell
trapped inside a
wishing well
-
we wish for wealth we can abuse
having jewelry, clothes and shoes
we wish for mansions,
yachts and things
we wish to fly, but don't have wings
we flip through magazines and books
how we envy other's looks!
tho they're beautiful and bold
the eyes are windows of the soul
look inside, it's just a shell
just another
wishing well
---
Jesus looks upon the heart
the spirit in us has a part
is Bible reading in your plan?
do you feed your Spirit Man?
do you have a nagging fear?
do you listen with your ears?
or do you try to just dispell
the angst inside the
wishing well
---
you disregard the hole inside
and all it is is foolish pride
we don't know, we disagree
we may have eyes but cannot see
we may have "fun" but it's an act
we're just deceived, and that's a fact
those who are blind will find it's hell
down inside the
WISHING WELL
soulsurvivor
written 2009
rewrite 5/20/2015
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 1:18 AM UTC
My lungs are filled with more nicotine
than the average 90 year old pack a day smoker, you see
smoking runs in my family.
And if I’ve learned one thing, it’s that all it takes is a spark,
a spark that always has the best of intentions
a spark that always was meant to help
a spark that’s always to catch a glimpse of the unknown in the dark
and then there’s a flame and an ember and the soft, hollow wheeze of
smoke.
Entering my newborn lungs because of your newborn stress born out of your
newborn wedding dress.
You just wanted to make sure you looked good.
And you should.
But now my lungs are filled with the toxins of
broken hearts taped back together
tragic love stories, more than I can remember
of men, come and gone,
And more men come along,
one’s who like new kinds of smoke
the kind that involve words like
****
stem.
****
****
***
Or how about illegal?
How about enfeebling an infant to make sure you can pay rent
because you’ve spent every cent of his
child support from your
******
sticky
divorce on
***
****
****
A habit that’s taken over for too long and it’s only a matter of time before I’m…
gone.
Because every time I open my lips to breath. To dispell the smoke, the poison, to exhale, to express, my lips are sown shut with your tapping cigarrete
and gossipping nicotine
and looping heart-broken scene I’ve seen more time’s than I can count
And if this is what you’re about,
Always needing a spark
A flame
A ****
A ****
Or any other addiction that will never last quite long
Enough, I’ve had enough.
There’s a window to fresh air that I now know you’ll never help me reach
but once I get there my lungs will sing gospels of
Love that stays.
Of drug free days.
Of a mother’s loving embrace that doesn’t involve a wheezing spark.
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 3:19 PM UTC
3:40 in the morning
the pain wakes me
I find myself clawing at the bed sheets
grinding my teeth
my mind escapes to some place serene
the first snow fall
the sunset
my love's eyes first thing in the morning
my body contorts....
I think of a baby's giggle
people dancing a number
chasing my friends at 11 years old down the block
I begin to shake
I think of soft serve on a hot day
sinking into a hot bath
kissing so sweetly in moments of tenderness
my father daughter dance
I get ****** back into the ache
I fight it
I dispell it from my mind
like a thorn in my side
Mind over matter
matter doesnt mind
pain the only reminder I'm alive
I must embrace this
Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 5:57 PM UTC
I come to you by way of my pen,
to dispell some rumors told.
To hear the lies being spread,
does make my blood run cold.
There is no basis in facts,
that I have a heart of gold.
Never should it have been said,
that I could be a beauty to behold.
Then there is the one that states,
that I have complete self control.
Aparently, someone out there,
swears, I am not yet looking old.
I have a group of so called friends,
that claim I am not thick-skulled.
Some even swear I am demure
and have never been overbold.
It's a shame that lies like these,
have a way of taking hold.
Eventually, they may have even I,
resembling this picture they mould.
Jun 27, 2010
Jun 27, 2010 at 5:38 AM UTC
Satisfaction is impossible
Still stubborn hope arises
From a heart that aches
And throbs for distraction
For a word a touch a taste
Will push away discomfort
Dispell despair and doom
Carefully Close the chasm
A language without words
Seals the gaping gashes
Knit from time and touch
Becomes a healing action
Jul 5, 2023
Jul 5, 2023 at 11:33 PM UTC
I don't know where to begin
To describe the pain I hold within
You,
And your magic
Have cursed me
Creating a diorama
Of longing and loss
Causing me to contemplate
Life's biggest decision
That is asked in a state of
Black and white
Yet you claim life isn't such:
It operates in shades of gray
We'll I have your shade
It numbers in 50
For all the ways I wish
To show you love
And compassion
Caring and acceptance
In an attempt to abolish
Your demons
So that you might sleep in peace
Knowing that no matter what
Happens, I will be there
To hold you as we fall
Off of your broomstick
3000 miles to the ground
With me in my blue jeans;
You the personification
Of euphoria
To the moment
We finally lock eyes
Sharing in the passion
Where two souls mates collide
And dispell the sorcery
Of the witch and her broomstick
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 11:49 AM UTC
Bedroom ceiling had myriad patterns
Mostly latin symbols as well as horific faces and designs
A dark demon with long fingertips and red eyes taunted me each night
One week straight
Many visited yet none in physical form
Yet seemed so to be
The shadow people were sent to absorb my essence frequently
They were very swift and darty
Yet I could use my hands to dispell them
One night they had one young one with them
You see...they have to be gone before daylight and through open door or windows
The sunrise approached with young one stuck inside
They pleaded from outside window to save it
Scrambling I kicked out the screen and threw it out
Then from that point on formed an alliance
And would warn me of impending dangers
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 10:06 AM UTC
Cellar door creaking
Smelling cedar growing fear
Whimpering bound gagged
Footsteps dispell dust
Grunts sawing screaming bleeding
Bound amongst fresh stumps
Breathing draws closer
Demon opens cellar door
Your turn dripping blood
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 5:31 PM UTC
I have lost.
Count.
Or stopped.
Counting..
On others.
I exhale.
To dispell.
Hopeless.
Nights.
As i drag.
Heavy.
Feet.
To.
Ward.
The darkness.
I fall.
Tier after.
Tear.
To tare.
A.
way.
Sadly.
Division wins.
Again.
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 12:36 AM UTC
Brighter horizons -
that I did ever see.
An act of treason,
to dispell rainy thoughts.
And brought forth -
a change of season.
The řåïñ is gone
and sweet songs -
surround my surroundings
But for how long -
till it starts raining again?
And for how long -
will it remain - I cannot say
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 3:12 AM UTC
my blood has fallen asleep and at ease to your beauty
your eyes
I beg
to breathe in the skin of your thighs
you move faster
and I move further away-
with you
from everything you represent
your prose and the most you disobey
leave you I may
beautiful woman
leave you I will
meager minds and griefs hearts to you I dispell everything
you may not see brown eyed,
I for now
have given all my insides to you
I walk away against my will
for you to display ---
life
sprung into things you must discover
and below you I hover
hoping that the feeling will not absorb me
like water into a sponge
like blood into a lung
I am beaten down
hurt
and I understand that breathing comes in hand
when in place of a human
who does not yet understand
Nov 1, 2010
Nov 1, 2010 at 6:44 PM UTC
Tears that stain my face, Trickle their way
down my cheek and neck,
Resting on my palpatating delapedated *****
Mending the cracks and sealing the wounds.
They stare, wonder, speculate,
let them.
Hot gazes, a flash in the pan,
A gaze to distract, to dispell
to intoxicate, to forget.
A shallow drop in a dry well of tears
Emotions like a cloud over the well,
Grey and ominous with the promise of rain
Rain rain go away,
Come again some other day,
Some other day when you won't see,
This shadow of my former me.
Tears trickle past my heart,
leaving a trail from begining to end
from my eye to my stomach.
Glistening paint that covers the holes
But does not fill them.
My stomach touched by the tears has an adverse reaction,
Does flips and kicks that would make an acrobat jealous to the core
my chest heaving with sobs of wretched,
sobering gasps of shocked air
I can't do this. I need to stop the self-destruction.
I need to regroup, regain control, and stop.
The clouds shake and thunder rumbles,
threatening to release their heavy load.
Rumble, wave after wave,
a crack of lightning,
a release, a temporary reprieve
then a following panic, confusion
as I realize I'm IN the well.
the well is not a well of tears,
but an endless wall of brick crushing me
as a constricting snake,
slowly feeding off of my life until I am no more.
As I awaken, I trace my index finger lightly across the stains,
those stains that stain my pillow, and drip black,
burning ink on my heart.
Oh what those tears could heal and tear that
I might be torn in half and sewn up again
one final time
to let it be finished.
Apr 4, 2010
Apr 4, 2010 at 11:49 AM UTC
BUY CUCULAINS CASTLE PUMP BEAUTY IN TO SIGHT,
PERFECT GARDENS OF POTENTIAL,
PHOTOGRAPHS POTENALLY PERSONAL PRICE.
IMAGINE IMAGES OF MOMENTS IN "MIGHT "MOMENTS,
DISPELL THE ANGER OF SADNESS ,
FROM HANGING PICTURES,
GONE BY BUT NOT FORGOTTEN.
MAKE MOMENTS TO MANY MILLIONS OF..................
Mar 5, 2010
Mar 5, 2010 at 2:16 PM UTC
I am what I chose to be,
A calamity I rose to be,
Ascension of it all was a prayer,
To be no hearts souvenir,
To dispell,be forgotten and veiled,
Now,
Within claws of solitude have I been enslaved,
I begged for his pity,
Now I am scarred,
A misfortunate heart,
Who can't decipher right or wrong,
Who is woven in a sorrowful song,
A decor of stars I wished to be,
Tranquility in me I wished to see,
I prayed to him,
To slay the moon ,
For me to be the vessel for it's light to swoon.
Dec 5, 2024
Dec 5, 2024 at 8:17 PM UTC
How beautiful did it all feel like
When you fabricated your doting self
Each time I gently pushed all my hair, behind my ears,
only to confront the zephyr from your rose like lips,
I failed to espy the thorns it bore.
Each time I’d smile to a crisp lie
Overlooking the fact that you had done it again,
You’d always do it “one more time”
And I’d always unsee the paradigm.
How beautiful did it all feel like when you perceived me as personage
Worthy of your attention
Worthy to have a claim on some 5 seconds of your life
Which you floundered to call mine otherwise
You were just busy. I dispelled my doubts
but you do love me. And its you I couldn’t do without
Each time I am pushed to pacify my kernel
I invent this story of how everything you do,
Is so that one day, you can see me
burgeon into a beautiful flower
Never did I know you’d pick me
to impress another bossom, that very hour
Sometimes I hinted the stray in you
But, when had I ever learnt, to put enough trust into myself.
So each time you told me you wanted to stay
I’d let you. I’d let you in, and I’d tell myself, come what may
You’re the person I love, today, tomorrow and everyday
How beautiful did it all feel like
When I refuted the presence of your masquerade
When each time you’d destroy me with a different raid
and I still liked to believe you’d be there to aid
You are just busy. I dispell my doubts.
But you do love me. And its you I can’t do without.
Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 12:45 PM UTC
You make me hurt
You make me crave
You make me want to see a meaning within every
Wasted line in every dark moment I've left behind
You make me wonder
You make me wish
You make me want to run head first into a brick wall
With only prayers and a hard head to save me from dying
You make me scream
You make me cry
You make me want to write you an angry poem just so I
Can feel the hatred dripping like blood out of every line
You make me ponder
You make me hate
You make me want to hate everything that I am and everything
That I have let myself become since out deterioration
I want to hate you
But instead I crave you
I pull myself deep inside every moment I have alone
To disect every thought I've ever had to find a meaning
I want to wonder about better things
but you make me wish for you
I find myself running toward a wall over and over only to hit
It again and again but each time still hoping it will be different
I want to scream my hatred for you
But instead I cry out your name
I can't gain control enough to make myself dispell you from my
Ever present memory long enough to convince myself I don't need you
I want to ponder life without you
But you make me hate life itself
I want to become someone new someone better then myself because
You killed me and won't let me remember anything else
May 9, 2011
May 9, 2011 at 3:16 PM UTC
Our bodies
demand pleasure
to dispell fear.
We work hard
to keep death
at bay.
Every ******
says to death:
I am still here
and ****
I feel good.
~mce
Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 9:07 PM UTC
I doth love thou with most every an ounce of mine own being
So much so yond mine own heart, nor mine own soul hath not the capacity to deny
O, I doth so hold dearly to mine own consciousness
The knowledge yond I truly beest enamored by thee, mine own dearly beloved
Is the reason I shalt subsist; ‘tis for the envy I hold for the world
And for the love of thee; I doth so deeply cherish
Our time together
And as such is true for dram to nay extant being
For thou art mine own muse, wonder of human creation to behold
With a mind full of thoughts and with a heart full of envy, love, and sorrow
We shalt over wroght
And beest ever so true to thee, I shalt beest
Nay want of yare
Nor an abundance of need
Shalt dispell the love I doth hath for thee
For it hath been writ in stone
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 3:33 PM UTC
The clock had chimed it's
Midnight song
The scribe did ponder doom
Lamplight broke
The shadows long
Within his spacious room.
The light it flicked and fell upon
His sleek head so neatly groomed
It shook as he recounted wrongs
Sad countenance assumed.
No matter how the
Clock world gong
T'would not dispell the gloom
The devil had scribe
On trident prongs
His wraith o'r Poe did loom.
Edgar Allan was in deep despond
As he thought of angel seen
he had escaped the
Benighted pond
For her, his he'vnly queen
And tho he had no magic wand
To bring about her gleam
Again to hear the lovely sound
Of her wingtips keen
His heart once more
began to pound
Thinking of his dream.
The bust of Pallus, pastey pallid
Did o'rlook the crime
While Poe sought to
write a ballad
It seemed nothing
would rhyme
His heart beat like a mallet
He, a poet in his prime
Would not take to his
Down pallet
'Til seeing his sweet, sublime.
Lenore. Angel of his dream.
SoulSurvivor
Catherine Jarvis
(C) October 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 3:07 AM UTC
Long past
That
Time to dispell
Chronocolonization
Of a complication
That
Rose up in
My generation
I'm not toten
This
Frickin weight
No more
Gonna knock it..,
DOWN
STOMP IT
Into the ground
And then...
When
I am finished
Sweep it out
The door
It was a ......
MADgical time
As ...we...re re..
Realized
That life
Could be ...
....a ....
Box of ******* jacks
If WE WERE
Willing
To forget the prize
Seeking out lives
WITHOUT
all those comp
Complications
WE WERE ...
the ....
drop out
and TUNE in
generation
Me and that dial
Spun with ....
FREQUENCY
I just
never
found the station
But I more than
Earned
What I learned
So ...as far as
I am -
and ever will be
CONCERNED
It would be
A far far
Different
WORLD....now
Were the tables
Not turned
I can
I can look back
Past
time-worn decades
shuffle those
torn ,tatteered and ...
dog-eared cards
play that hand
before it fades
Smiling
as it goes by
In ...
Psychedelic parade
MAYBE ....
maybe that dream
that seemed ...to be
WAS...just
passion of youth
and pure fantasy
As just the hope ..
and honesty of
Totally effected me
So no
I will not...
smash and sweep
There is
good and bad
In all memories
We KEEP
SO....
someday...I may
Take a faithful
That faithful leap
As I try
To find
A means
Amends to convey
That ...
WE WERE NOT
rebelling against you
Our parents ...in any way!
The fact is
WE heard you
speaking
to each other
or friends
In hushed tones
When
WE WERE
Toddlers to TEENS
About how YOU
THE GREATEST GENERATION
came home to be
Pushed and torn
between
Your dignity and
The new AMERICAN
reality
As the rise
Up
Of the...Military
Industrial machine
You did not
Know
What you were
Part of....
THEN
COGS in the disease
That new cognitive insolence
Of RICH and greed
driven men
We've gone a long way
To be still mired
In that same ...
...nightmare
WE may have had
Some
Instinctual vision
Of the pressure
Induced
That must ...have
Left you confused
as you were forced
to make us leave
And in silence you
Had to grieve
And though time
Did mellow all pain
As we sought out
a reprieve
And now though
it must be said
WE
must have felt
the words
As well as
Heard your pain
To go
from the greatest
The greatest generation
To become
The next wars slaves
Confused
Not sure what to do
So WE WERE
Your voice ,your rebellion
We were inspired
To stand up
the way you wanted to
YOU gave us life ....
WE gave you voice !!
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 12:19 PM UTC