"diy" poems
Crafty, they say, He's getting crafty
crafty with my lies and my made-up meals
crafty with my sound-blocking tactics
crafty with hiding the burning lines of white and red.
Baking, they say, He's getting into baking
baking my binges
baking my restriction
baking my omad
baking my sad-looking low-cal low-fat low-sugar low-carb high-protein
'meal'.
Crochet, they say, He's getting into crochet
crocheting ankle warmers to make my legs look skinny
half-finger gloves in an attempt to curb the permafrost that has begun to
knit itself around my bones.
Healthy, they say, He's getting healthy
as i workout until i faint
and do sit-ups until i have bruises on my spine.
fruit and veg and vitamins take priority
and suddenly i have taken an interest in running.
Sep 18, 2022
Sep 18, 2022 at 12:40 PM UTC
I'll be here for infinity x infinity
A penchant for curves like cursives
I say it in my verses
Vocab too wide for curses
Don't like likes
Fingers to whoever dislike
Like a vlogger: share, comment, and like
Oh yeah, subscribe
Fun, I prescribe
Right on time
Better late than never
Man of the hour
Original with the flavour
Chocolate and Vanilla
Black and grey
If you're too slow to comprehend
No résumé
No references
DIY my title says
Fickle fools play 'Simon Says'
Press remotes don't change but
Batteries can be replaced all the same
God - like
Holier - than - thou; Pope's attitude, beg for mercy
Self - driven, self - motivated
Ministering like Osteen
Light and dark
Yin & Yang
Angel or demon I can be
High off life
Limitless, no pills
I'm probably ill
Well it's my will
To count millions in $100 bills
Like ice, I chill
That's me, trill
And that's that
Suh bill
LanceSkiies
Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 10:12 PM UTC
_Marge_ retrogrades lazily towards the hills;
Her name, printed the width of her cab-over dinette
In crinkled cobalt cursive,
Totters eccentrically as her handbrake fails.
SNAP-AP
Oblivious to errant camper vans (and centripetal forces in general),
Barney speeds maniacally along a deserted city street;
Golden coated and joyously poochie,
His tongue flabbers as fast as his bicycle courier dad can pedal.
SNAP-AP-AP
Mr Blue buys buckets at Bunnings
To match his cerulean suit and shinier-than-shiney satin shirt;
Periwinkle rhinestone shoes carry him unabashedly passed the second glances and sideways looks;
There goes the best dressed DIY-er in town…don’t ya know.
SNAP-AP-AP-AP
Apr 5, 2022
Apr 5, 2022 at 7:01 PM UTC
As culled from an arts magazine, 13 March 2019
Socialist Realism - The official doctrine in Soviet art and literature after 1932 that evolved from the traditional commitment to social and civic concerns into an all-pervasive general ideological mandate.
-Yevgeny Yevtushenko, 20th Century Russian Poetry
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Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 5:41 PM UTC
If all men want
is an ******
they'd stay home.
DIY
*** isn't one-dimensional
neither are we.
The goal is
reassurance,
Reassurance we
aren't monsters
That we're interesting
and attractive
That rejection is only
happenstance
and that someone is
willing to be vulnerable
if only for the night
with us.
Someone only
needs us
and we need them.
Possessive and jealous?
To keep what is ours,
our purpose.
Our purpose is
simple.
To be wanted,
to be accepted.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 2:11 AM UTC
The fog here is thick, until you step into it.
The storm rages until you get to its eye.
I wish this same principle could be said of me, too.
But like a gas giant, you could slip right through me with
the smallest amount of pressure.
There is no calming sense of self at the core.
Gravity does not apply to me.
There’s a boat on the lake cutting through the fog. And then nothing.
More waves.
More birds.
The fog covers it all up again.
The sun slinks and the tide comes in, or is it out? Does it matter?
The moon controls it in some way—the push, the pull of the waves.
At least the lake looks blue today,
looks green today.
The geese are in the water now. The families are packing up.
The ice cream shop is closing.
And I do not remember if I was ever here with you.
This, of course, is a collective you.
Could mean you, my reader,
could mean one specific person,
or two
or three
or four;
could be whoever I'm thinking of when I reread this to myself.
That’s the funny thing about the litany of loss.
It all starts to congeal.
Waves crash against the rock. Starts to chip away, create something new.
That’s what memory does.
It’s not permanent. It’s malleable.
Flexible. Bendable. Moldable.
It smells like lakewater. Like
fish and sand and mud and
gulls and rocks and shells and
algae and fog—thick, thick fog.
Smell is supposed to be one of the biggest memory triggers, and yet
I cannot place a single memory of you here.
And that’s mildly crushing.
So I would take you here:
to where I wish the air was
saliter and less earthy.
to where I come sometimes to think.
where the clouds are so thick and puffy and
the setting sun makes them look like cotton candy on the Fourth of July.
where the sun’s reflection on the water
turns the green lake pink.
where the geese are back out of the water and
onto the shore.
I would take you here with me.
Into a new memory.
Homemade. Handmade. DIY.
Aug 24, 2021
Aug 24, 2021 at 12:46 AM UTC
The cat comes round from next door
When his humans have all gone out -
The kids with their mum’s high-pitched voices
Daddy "Drill" with his DIY shout
And the cat comes and sits, sits in silence
And he rolls on his back on the floor
And he asks you to tickle his tummy
Then he asks you to stop with his claw -
Yes, it’s nice of a day to have company
Of the kind that don’t too much distract
Yes it’s better than telly, oh isn’t it very -
Nice to have neighbours with cats!
Feb 20, 2011
Feb 20, 2011 at 7:58 PM UTC
I see Dockers watering pansies with dainty watering cans,
I see transvestites doing DIY,
I see women building bodies,
I see men cook and fry,
And don’t grown men cry?
Gender complexities, ****** complexities,
Why the split when things don’t fit?
Women doing house removals whilst men sit and sew,
So what?
Humanities, biologies, personalities,
Are we not more the same than different?
The World is crazy for categories,
But we do not fit inside.
Mar 16, 2010
Mar 16, 2010 at 4:58 AM UTC
A little slice of the pie
I try to consume but I
throw it up every time.
Bulimic the scenic
route I take.
No mistake I meant to regurgitate.
Choking down lies, smiling like it taste great.
Get another helping of the American pie plate.
Washed down
with whiskey, strong and brown
like the strong and brown brothers
that scalped heads and used skins for covers.
Good morning, America!
Ignore the hysteria.
Pay attention to the sensations
on the surface area
Cap'n crunch
is more important Captains getting crunched
in a 13 year war we started off a hunch.
If you pay attention to the news
notice they ignore the trues
like the flammable water coming from your hose
or the fact you can't afford your children's clothes
We're buying apps and devices for $1200,maybe,
instead of $20 to buy a real ukelele
You see, we pay companies
to do things
because we're conditioned to be
to lazy when DIY was the real American dream.
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 8:21 PM UTC
Unearthly weightlessness,
Bunched abandon,
Carelessly clustered,
As if ‘He’ planned them
To cause star-struck wonder;
Defying ‘DIY’ laws
Cautiously cradling,
The nature of wars-
The whispy familiars
Of sunset clouds
Feed vitamin horizons
To unaware crowds.
Jul 11, 2011
Jul 11, 2011 at 2:13 PM UTC
think for a moment
about how small you are
about how short you live
and how the sky isn’t upwards
but all encompassing
think for a moment
about how vast nothingness is
about how little we know
and how if the universe is infinite
we will never explore a single percent of it
not one
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 12:43 PM UTC
If I think harder do I burn more calories
Does being hot or cold burn more calories
Silent night time exercise
how many calories in
lexapro
ibuprofen
air
saliva
how many calories did Auschwitz prisoners eat
is diy liposuction possible
what body parts can you live without
could they have poured calories in this water
how to give myself the flu
can thinking about food make you fat
how much does a finger weigh
Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 3:12 PM UTC
Do it yourself
goes DIY,
For your information
it is FYI
What is the schedule?
U-huh TBA,
to be announced,
It's what they say.
I use LOL,
When I Laugh out loud,
Just to please you,
Even if it does not bounce
Do your best,
even if Few of us left,
our superiors are deaf,
***
Oct 14, 2010
Oct 14, 2010 at 12:12 AM UTC
What's the right way to say I'm emotionally unavailable.
You can't have them because they only swim in my ink.
Like a flurry of scribbled words on the back of my napkin.
All the love and pain right there.
"I need you back".
There is a realization to be had when you come to miss the feeling more than the person. When it was never about the person to begin with.
If it wasn't the person... How do I find it again?
I always fell in love too hard too fast.
I guess I let it flood out and now I've got no reserves.
I can't even force it long enough to imagine you next to me. "I don't love you."
Will I even recognize it when Its at my doorstep again.
You always hear of those people who say they are broken and think, how could you be? It's not until you find the shattered peieces hiding behind the door that you see how it really is.
I wish there was a human handbook to repair a heart. DIY heart repair.
I seem to win hearts.. But all I end up doing is resending the prize.
Don't stop tying right? I wonder how many battle fields I'll wander today...
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 11:26 AM UTC
Here's a tale of the future, it's
Big things from small particles, bits,
Called Nanoparticles, new natural,
We'll dance their syncopation as normal,
Yes, "From little things big things grow!"
How far shall we with nanos go?
Duty-free DIY helpful, it's
Our future ahead, Nano bits!
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 10:16 PM UTC
If afraid to ask
what an ****** feels like,
just have one instead.
Jan 28, 2011
Jan 28, 2011 at 8:17 PM UTC
1/ Swallow a ripened evening whole.
2/ Regurgitate the metaphor bit.
3/ Masticate on the ensuing puzzle.
4/ Spit out the sparkling bottomless-pit.
5/ Savor the nutrient-loaded symbols.
6/ Plant the jewel in fertile wit.
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 4:33 AM UTC
Note To The Reader: Attempting to read all of these would be ridiculous but I hope that you can scroll through and hopefully see something you can connect to.....
1. I am sad or unhappy a lot
2. I am happy sometimes though and so I try to make other people laugh then to make up for the times I make them cry
3. I love sunny days with a light breeze and alternately heavy rain and thunderstorms
4. I am a sucker for all things involving sugar in all its forms
5. I am an analyzer
6. I am a worrier
7. I am messy
8. I am opposed to people who aren't themselves and people who apologize for saying the truth
9. I am a terrible typer and speller
10. Fine is a word I use for almost everything
11. I dislike spending time with most of the people I know
12. I dont think the apocalypse would be a bad thing
13. Eight is my lucky number
14. I love books as they are my escape
15. I am in love
16. I want to be an artist
17. Music is my life and the reason I'm still alive
18. I only watch really funny movies or really sad movies
19. I love making lists
20. I love buying new notebooks and pencils
21. I'm self conscious and stubborn
22. I'm mildly lazy and very direct
23. Obsessed with DIY
25. Im a freak about germs
26. I am and have been depressed from a very young age
27. My favorite colors are blue and brown
28. I believe in magic but not true love
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 3:19 AM UTC
outer body
mind sick off radio silence
worry behind me
embers of apathy dissipate across pavement at high speeds
"the best of the plague years" drones on through headaches
and sometimes this all still feels real.
DIY the time of your life
i've already given up twice.
old anthems resonate between clenched teeth
i just want to know where i can rest my head
it's like i have to channel the old me just to get a wrong word in,
senselessly spinning fabrications.
blog-tag manifesto.
cicada summer redux.
we are the originators of resurgent treachery,
and it's all seeping through the cracks at once.
settling ourselves by circumventing sidestep hearts,
old prestige fades as the evidence rests engraved on golden placards.
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 5:29 PM UTC
thought i would have a go at doing diy
dont know what im doing but i had a try
first i got my tools out hammer drill and all
so i could put a shelf up and hope it didnt fall
first i drilled some holes and put the raw plugs in
i made lots of noise creating such a din
then i got my shelf and ******* it to the wall
hoping it was straight and that it wouldnt fall
i stood back to see if i had done it right
but it had a tilt slightly to the right
so i drilled more holes then i tried again
by the time i had finished there were nine or ten
i couldnt get it straight it was plain to see
now all there is holes where the shelf should be
Mar 23, 2010
Mar 23, 2010 at 2:53 PM UTC
on the phone
you talk and talk until suddenly
you say you're going to let me go.
i stare out empty, filling in images
over the blank wall, it's became a sort of ritual as of late;
the vague daydreams are bound to crumble back to memory
some way or another
if not wear it's bite marks like tiny wounded flags
i let grow swollen. i only wish you never changed me like you did. i remember gathering rugburnt rashes
on our underthighs, making each other's jaws twitch
with the electric heater as our modern day campfire.
it's a good day for a warm shower, to burn my skin red and peel an unrecognisable face out of the mirror, a clense, a diy baptism;in the aftermath: i showered as many times as i had to,
i saw the outcome miles away (it was a certainty any time i dared to speculate on the possibility)
O why am i so sickened ?
i had to figure out if i had any right to be
and the days dragged on so long.
your eyes glowed like chasms once,
they've grown oxidated and cold since.
i hope i've done my part to change you too.
Sometimes I've felt like a pawn being puppeteered to trapeze a thin string,
Knowing for sure that I'm drawing a noose but waiting to know who it's for.
Feb 29, 2024
Feb 29, 2024 at 3:54 PM UTC
I've yet to meet another human such as yourself,
All other that I came to love at some point in time came a dime a dozen. I knew it then, I know it now.
But those days where you held my hand sparks did not fly, no. Tectonic plates crashed within my veins, sending quakes straight into my aorta and stopped my heart until the day you kissed my nose, my innards grew from bone, skin, muscle. To bark, leaves, and flowers.
Not only did you revitalize the heart you stopped but made it something so much more beautiful, a bleeding heart, just like the ones that grew outside my window when I was little.
And when I learned the kind of person you chose over me after months of gentle sun and careful watering I felt my lungs collapse and all I want to do with these useless sacks is drown them with rocks and try to relive the rumbling you once put in them with the smallest of gestures that obviously meant so much more than meant, because to sleep at night I need to tell myself my love for you is a **** and will consume all if gone unrequited. But when our skin touches or when my eyes meet the gleaming grin of such a work of art I feel a black hole in my chest for this desire will swallow up my stars and I want to never love again because you are the end game, my end game.
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 9:15 AM UTC
at 0:01 begin the pangs of the oceans of longing
**** he's so good at guitar,
her voice fills my heart with tremors
she seems to really understand what it feels like
to choke mouthfuls of salt water while looking for pearls in the sea
and i keep listening because i feel that exquisite pain too:
"i don't want to imagine the words you spoke to her that night"
a feeling i've felt again and again
sad silhouettes form in the corridors of my brain
my pillow soaked with the scent of DIY petrichor
you said you loved the smell of rain, didn't you?
cerulean-stained fingernails glide along the screen,
eyes watering at the green and white,
symbols of bare minimum communication
hoping that the letters will rearrange themselves into different messages,
maybe my vision was fuzzy and i read it wrong
was i too distracted by listening to this song?
i laugh because i feel too high school writing this
but that doesn't make it any less accurate
how's that for self-reflection?
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 4:22 PM UTC
Relationship
You used to bring such longing for me.
Such hope.
Such solace that,
Once I obtained the contents of your letters,
I could be happy.
I could be complete.
relationship
What a different relationship we have now.
relationship
GAH- **** Where did you come from??
I was just reading an article and there you were.
Sitting there.
Out of context of my constant thoughts, but I can't help but apply you.
I can't help but panic.
The word relationship. My new biggest fear.
The collection of the consonants and vowels that make up a vocalization for my soul anxieties.
Relationship
I cringe at thee.
Hours of pouring over videos, how-tos, books, guides, diy, people, you, me, him, her, them, we, us, future, communicate, self-love, expectations, desire, infidelity, falling in love, falling out of love, love, lust, true love, more self-love, thoughts, peace, gratitude, forever, temporary, fleeting, cheating, shame, truth, lies,
all in the ******* name of
Relationship
I could quit.
But how can you quit on someone
That is only eighteen years old
And has already based the foundation of their life on
you?
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 12:40 PM UTC