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"downplayed" poems
Disaster is my master I've seen chaos in mediocre valleys Murdered by my feet in the dark alleys, I am a hazard Cringing by the needles of the ****** addicts Chicago is my town With concrete giants towering And city people behind dark windows cowering But, stop right there What is this disaster? I am speaking of Down hard and fallen The windy city government failure is only a small token A token of no appreciations, comprehension, solitary explosions, or time stamp expirations. So come to this city and see the real masters of deviation and drive by cancellations You will see these people distant passed the time and places With empty shoes, empty futures and empty faces Please talk to the drunkards begging for another shot of gin with all together no more chances This disaster is in front of you Simple, solemn, messed up and confused I beg you, don't walk past them and forget, you could be there too I just don't want to see you downplayed, hungry or depraved. Restrained, contained or in constant pain. And Lord knows this revelation of what you want to be is only left outside under the constant rain
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Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 3:26 PM UTC
Disaster is my Master
Miles and borders wedges Wanderlust children locked in the Sun's hula hoop claim visions of sugarplum prairies Downplayed mountains speckle the globe like tectonic acne Topography's tease The paper was so promising Dimensions spawn in the tatters of ambition like fused particles of colloquial bridges Keyboards sprout vocal chords and philosophies huddle under shy amusement humming to the hymn of a discovery wrapped up in the chords of enraptured choirs of fingertips
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 3:40 PM UTC
DESTINY'S SPADEWORK
I wish I could take your pain away plant a garden of sunflowers someday whisper I love you and that I'll stay read to you while beside me, you lay but day after day I see the way you fray how her words shatter and slay but for some reason, you stay at her whim, you obey I felt your heart once stray but you continued to delay the inevitable, you downplayed your unhappiness and dismay I wish I could take back and unsay the time I called 'us' a foolish cliché, the smoke filled night at the cabaret how late the dusk crept on the day- we laid under stars in the milky way talked about feelings and our soirée your touch on my skin, like foreplay looking back, you were my gateway but for you, I was just another weekday ...and we both knew you'd never stay
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Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 12:18 AM UTC
Remain
Copacetic: attempts of levitation Elevation to levels you did not wish for I ignored My truth in relentless ruthless pursuit of symbolic status demonstrating my supposed worth. Copacetic: Severed the lock and opened my box of tools to set the rules for a game I had said I never wanted to play. Copacetic: transformed myself conformed to roles that fit like satin gloves - if only in my own screenplay - Downplayed insincerity Role played authentic individuality. Copacetic: gulping misconceptions and Mutually accepting regression to places we thought we had grown past and persistently masked our intuitions. Copacetic: We departed - no verity given or received - with hearts decreased in clarity and size Our journeys lie ahead of us respectively- Collectively there's no decision but to scurry on our own ways And presently your days look quite different than mine.
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Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 12:56 PM UTC
August 04, 2013 - Copacetic
Charred debris drowned my sun in a rubble blackened by a wildfire they said, have some cash, 'be here by tomorrow, thought dimes and hundreds could placate my torn Achilles tendon Listen when I shout! Salvage my sun! Sunken in the aftermath of a downplayed spark. All these twisted ivies and things in me, I do not want your materialistic bling it means dust to me, resurrect him, God Tomorrow I blanket the shadowed fields, tawny grasses hissing in agony left barren by their deceased rain of serenity. Oh, I choke on the abrasive reeds! Drawing blood from my soiled knees, Sun, Sun, Sun
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Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 11:31 AM UTC
My Sun
i sit as they seethe draining my energy eating my insides i keep trying, downcast without emotion my ears bleed from the propaganda they throw moments ago i confided the pain to you, i know its getting old i keep trying, trying to sleep without you in my arms without hearing i love you not even a tender tone its like packing glass into the cuts developed from a lifetime of missing you so much i keep trying, relating everything downplayed hopeless, such a powerful word what lies at the end of this ****** unforgiven trail i keep trying, bending to the point of breakage running a race i thought i had already won,beautiful memories of you alone hide me from the sun © 2008 joshua deathdealer
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May 7, 2012
May 7, 2012 at 4:28 PM UTC
i keep trying
**You ask me To snap out if it Like it's a choice Like I'm hurting By desire And not a compulsion Fate has Bound me with You cry For all these materialistic things Your teeth have gaps And you had to get it fixed I cry Because I have seen a mother Trying to get through Her son's epileptic brain And let him know She loves him. You say you know The pain I must feel But can you Can you really? I remember all the times you were there But I also remember the majority of nights When you were not I had to battle alone All those days Darker than most of the nights You were busy Getting laid my issues Were downplayed And I was blamed To be the one Eclipsing your happiness And I apologised Who needs razor blades Your words Make deeper cuts And no one can even see the harm I was fine before Always Maintaining my distance As if the plague inside me Will create havoc The moment I Get near a happy soul I'll infect them With the misery That I am But you were different You gave me hope You showed me there was another way And just like that I thought I was saved But I was not The flood came When I was fully assured You were the life boat And you were gone. You were an illusion I mistook for pure magic You were the toxicant I hoped would cure me You gave me hope Only to ****** it Away from me And the walk back home All alone Has never felt this lonely Why did you hold my hand Only to let me go Why did you give me shelter Only to kick me out When I get used to the warmth Why did you assure me You'll be here When that was never the part of your plan And now I look at the mother of epileptic kid Whose pain lasted longer Than she ever will Her eyes have lost their light She is oblivious to my hands Holding hers Don't you dare tell me It gets better Cause it never does**
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May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 1:23 AM UTC
Epileptic son
**You ask me To snap out if it Like it's a choice Like I'm hurting By desire And not a compulsion Fate has Bound me with You cry For all these materialistic things Your teeth have gaps And you had to get it fixed I cry Because I have seen a mother Trying to get through Her son's epileptic brain And let him know She loves him. You say you know The pain I must feel But can you Can you really? I remember all the times you were there But I also remember the majority of nights When you were not I had to battle alone All those days Darker than most of the nights You were busy Getting laid my issues Were downplayed And I was blamed To be the one Eclipsing your happiness And I apologised Who needs razor blades Your words Make deeper cuts And no one can even see the harm I was fine before Always Maintaining my distance As if the plague inside me Will create havoc The moment I Get near a happy soul I'll infect them With the misery That I am But you were different You gave me hope You showed me there was another way And just like that I thought I was saved But I was not The flood came When I was fully assured You were the life boat And you were gone. You were an illusion I mistook for pure magic You were the toxicant I hoped would cure me You gave me hope Only to ****** it Away from me And the walk back home All alone Has never felt this lonely Why did you hold my hand Only to let me go Why did you give me shelter Only to kick me out When I get used to the warmth Why did you assure me You'll be here When that was never the part of your plan And now I look at the mother of epileptic kid Whose pain lasted longer Than she ever will Her eyes have lost their light She is oblivious to my hands Holding hers Don't you dare tell me It gets better Cause it never does**
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I hold my hands up to my face Yet the demons following me in this ordinary place I cry tears upon tears As I know I am unable to face my fears I rub my eyes as my make up smears In front of me my demons appear My voice cracks as I try to speak, They know my weakness, Weakness of being unable to speak I take two steps pushing My demons out-of-the-way My thoughts of doubt are downplayed So Away my demons stay Upon me are the golden doors Where all you ever wanted is yours In ignorance I have fallen for it again The dreams ends right then.
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Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 1:49 PM UTC
My Demons
I wish I was still the girl who stole your heart When I would sing at the top of my lungs Wish I laughed with the same authenticity As when we were careless and young We were happy wasting time together Friendship as strong as steel I attempted to show my gratitude For the love you proved to be real Lived in a magical stupor Fueled by Mountain Dew and your caress Over and over downplayed my desire Infatuation I tried to suppress Even after my parents disapproved I loved every imperfection You were too irresistible I couldn’t help my affection When my heart was taken I had no clue Did not see how much I’d grown to care Then you began slipping out of my control Helpless, I was quickly running out of air All I want is to love each other like that You are willing to try once more I can’t give myself completely You need the person I was before I am now a hologram of that lively girl You can only see who I was I am sure you’ll hate the real me Fear you’ll see her soon enough
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Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 2:50 PM UTC
The Real Me
I have been homeless But never hopeless. I have been jobless But not faithless. I have been penniless But happy nevertheless. I have been laughed at But have never cared about that. I have been downplayed All I did was prayed. I have been talked about, Thrown out, And beaten up... Yet have never given up! My home has been taken But I have never been shaken. When my possessions were removed, I remained resolute and not moved. I have been disenfranchised Ostracized And immobilized... Yet I remained unfazed! I have been used And falsely accused. I have been seriously abused, And my ego bruised. Though my suffering has been long, Yet I have remained strong. I have been called all sorts of names, And unjustly pinned with blames... Like the mighty baobab tree, I haven't been moved as you can see. #IvanBrooksPoetry© 12/6/2018
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Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 4:26 PM UTC
Not Moved, Not Shaken!
We soon got wind of of the crime: he wound up with a wound but weathered it fairly well, waiting for the affair to wind down while they wondered whether windy weather had played a role affecting the whole scene. The effect of the hole, (seen in court) was downplayed, read at the hearing as a likely red herring. The jury, having heard, gave their verdict as a herd; unanimously. (And, more famously, anonymously.) The infamously failed assassination set precedents for presidents as we asked, as a nation, to have safety take precedence over presidential presence, urging all residents to monitor their residence since shooters deft for lead could leave others left for dead indeed. The casings were recovered, and the whole case covered by the press (though some journalists, pressed by the particulars of the case, cased out the possibility of covering close-up) until the case closed up.
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Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 3:17 PM UTC
Fatal Head-Wound Healed
I look outside my window and it becomes within. natures are converging on my behalf, they’ve been here, the nest, the walls! They come to end old twos with enchanted grasses, so that now brass and birds are equal to know, they sing, in harmony, from far to near, they constitute the new world that brought you here: My symbiotic woman and creature clear. I’l stop shouting ****** place!’ and ‘fleshless trees...,’ thinking of exotic canopies, such sublime notions have betrayed this locality, downplayed our bonds, could have never set me free. Today, many worlds have travelled from afar, looked up at me, finally! Joined to make me see. So I open the window and shout at you: The world is multinatural! Uneven textures fill my spirit, dualisms have stopped debating, silenced by the mind’s web creating. And in the middle of these new topographies, your face, coming to a door, made of trees, horses, thoughts and economies. All histories, cultures and natures here: She is a node of forces, ambassador of the new continuum and this ecstatic feeling, an affective vision of a singular healing.
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Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 7:07 PM UTC
In you I see the fusion
Muted words Hushed tones Downplayed emotions Hurt like stones Bottled up tears Unspoken fears Nothing but regret A constant threat 'till all that is left is a soul bereft
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Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 12:59 AM UTC
Regret
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May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 1:33 PM UTC
Why I Write With Confused Adumbrations
There's something magical that happens when my fingertips finally reach your surface. The heat of your miraculous charm and allure radiates past your muscles, veins, and skin, emerging through an enchanting symmetry that can outwit every downplayed olfactory my mind creates. Your pulse is pure beauty that you couldn't possibly understand. But it doesn't matter if you know -- you shine and glow as wonderfully as any of the stars. You have the warmest skin.
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Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 9:29 PM UTC
Untitled
Foxy blues I want to hear Untamed taste for melodies Calm and endless Kicking spirits of parodies Yesterday, is another day Overloaded and wayward. Unsung soul, read this downwards.
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Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 8:03 AM UTC
My downplayed message for you
When alive and livingsocial within webbed wide world analogous to an emotional hell I never experienced pomp and circumstances, and quavers with inconsolable tears graduation theme song popularized courtesy Sir Edward Elgar, thus suicidal ideations no longer relevant yours truly need not quell he rages against series of unfortunate events comprising his life and hard time (one protracted existential crisis) and yell like a rebel into the infinite abyss of darkness. Every subsequent high school graduation year antedated since June ninety seventy seven where yours truly stepped to the podium to secure his diploma (I barely squeaked by from one grade to the next) stricken with anxiety and experienced urge to sprint mile a minute evoking manic tear zipping by at light speed creating spindleshanks to blur as pair sorry excuse for legs burning ghee until reaching destination re: a specific rocking in casbah Kashmir actually a sought after interview with popular Emir. Personal mailer daemons aside Azrael readily befriended me before I died and ably, eagerly and willing obliged to guide these lovely bones of mine went for out of world joyride away to subterranean habitat where heavenly delight magnified sense and sensibility overarching credo unconditional kindred acceptance downplayed prejudice and pride communion among apostolic auras and personas spied greeting halo trusting word of mouth as adequate signal to be verified nullifying former dependence on prescription medication to thwart becoming zombified. The following pharmacological medications taken courtesy to cope with anxiety, obsessive compulsive disorder, panic attacks and generally curbing tendencies to avoid physiological symptoms such as: nausea, palmar hyperhidrosis (unrelenting sweaty palms), and vertigo. GLYCOPYRROLATE, TAB 2 MG (thrice daily) CLOMIPRAMINE CAP 50 MG (once nightly) RISPERIDONE TAB 1MG (once nightly) FLUOXETINE CAP 20MG (once daily) PRAZOSIN HCL CAP 1 MG (three pills nightly) BUSPIRONE TAB 15MG (twice daily) PRAMIPEXOLE TAB 1MG (once nightly) CLONAZEPAM TAB 0.5MG (once nightly AMITIZA 24 MCG (prescription laxative - as necessary)
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May 31, 2022
May 31, 2022 at 8:43 PM UTC
Sublimated death wish no longer permeates thru mine every cell
When alive and livingsocial within webbed wide world analogous to an emotional hell I never experienced pomp and circumstances, and quavers with inconsolable tears graduation theme song popularized courtesy Sir Edward Elgar, thus suicidal ideations no longer relevant yours truly need not quell he rages against series of unfortunate events comprising his life and hard time (one protracted existential crisis) and yell like a rebel into the infinite abyss of darkness. Every subsequent high school graduation year antedated since June ninety seventy seven where yours truly stepped to the podium to secure his diploma (I barely squeaked by from one grade to the next) stricken with anxiety and experienced urge to sprint mile a minute evoking manic tear zipping by at light speed creating spindleshanks to blur as pair sorry excuse for legs burning ghee until reaching destination re: a specific rocking in casbah Kashmir actually a sought after interview with popular Emir. Personal mailer daemons aside Azrael readily befriended me before I died and ably, eagerly and willing obliged to guide these lovely bones of mine went for out of world joyride away to subterranean habitat where heavenly delight magnified sense and sensibility overarching credo unconditional kindred acceptance downplayed prejudice and pride communion among apostolic auras and personas spied greeting halo trusting word of mouth as adequate signal to be verified nullifying former dependence on prescription medication to thwart becoming zombified. The following pharmacological medications taken courtesy to cope with anxiety, obsessive compulsive disorder, panic attacks and generally curbing tendencies to avoid physiological symptoms such as: nausea, palmar hyperhidrosis (unrelenting sweaty palms), and vertigo. GLYCOPYRROLATE, TAB 2 MG (thrice daily) CLOMIPRAMINE CAP 50 MG (once nightly) RISPERIDONE TAB 1MG (once nightly) FLUOXETINE CAP 20MG (once daily) PRAZOSIN HCL CAP 1 MG (three pills nightly) BUSPIRONE TAB 15MG (twice daily) PRAMIPEXOLE TAB 1MG (once nightly) CLONAZEPAM TAB 0.5MG (once nightly AMITIZA 24 MCG (prescription laxative - as necessary)
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Asper daily expounding fostering inchoate manifesting mod er writ writing quality, solitary scrimmage tackling undertaking, yielding whir ring, sputtering, kickstarting, and buzz-feeding at competitive, communal crowed did metaphorical trough, where household named author's top New York Times best seller tier, overshadowing under rated genre bending, breakout aspiring, story board qualifying, opportunistic newbie man use script artful dodgers mere dust collecting drafts, anticipating to stir infectious interest incumbent - at mercy, tripwire activating quint essential key, which anchors print ting projected uncertain popularity first edition, awakening, guiding, nosing asymptote analogy steering reader toward nascent scribe, where paper back writer wannabe, toils away incorporating subtle (hook, line and sinker) techniques, (albeit apropos literary ploys, a true test tum ment, viz sophisticated gambits to massage late tint prestidigitation abra ca dab rah, sine non qua cogent see kant, and tangent triggers modest mien fortified, exemplified, and downplayed akin to unassuming Clark Kent in his cape ably nonchalant transformation into superman, and/or more pointedly, some original heft leant to set apart striking poignant implement exhibited by aspiring writer daily revising, albeit gal or gent his/her uniquely obscure trademark, but eventually keen agent assays non-boastful writing style im prim mature print, sans unassuming swiftly tailored harried style seduces seek curing sincere overnight reverent, well deserved kudos comically marveling at thee most im portent salient strengths, per hops hue moored opulent quality instigates affinity toward nascent, bar riddle be, bill leading, bud ding scrivener, not necessary alluding to a hypothetical outlier thus, any similarity between the above statement and a living person perchance named Matthew Scott Harris purely coincidental.
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Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 1:10 AM UTC
I Asked Myself A Rhetorical Question...
Asper daily expounding fostering inchoate manifesting mod er writ writing quality, solitary scrimmage tackling undertaking, yielding whir ring, sputtering, kickstarting, and buzz-feeding at competitive, communal crowed did metaphorical trough, where household named author's top New York Times best seller tier, overshadowing under rated genre bending, breakout aspiring, story board qualifying, opportunistic newbie man use script artful dodgers mere dust collecting drafts, anticipating to stir infectious interest incumbent - at mercy, tripwire activating quint essential key, which anchors print ting projected uncertain popularity first edition, awakening, guiding, nosing asymptote analogy steering reader toward nascent scribe, where paper back writer wannabe, toils away incorporating subtle (hook, line and sinker) techniques, (albeit apropos literary ploys, a true test tum ment, viz sophisticated gambits to massage late tint prestidigitation abra ca dab rah, sine non qua cogent see kant, and tangent triggers modest mien fortified, exemplified, and downplayed akin to unassuming Clark Kent in his cape ably nonchalant transformation into superman, and/or more pointedly, some original heft leant to set apart striking poignant implement exhibited by aspiring writer daily revising, albeit gal or gent his/her uniquely obscure trademark, but eventually keen agent assays non-boastful writing style im prim mature print, sans unassuming swiftly tailored harried style seduces seek curing sincere overnight reverent, well deserved kudos comically marveling at thee most im portent salient strengths, per hops hue moored opulent quality instigates affinity toward nascent, bar riddle be, bill leading, bud ding scrivener, not necessary alluding to a hypothetical outlier thus, any similarity between the above statement and a living person perchance named Matthew Scott Harris purely coincidental.
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An overabundance of mobile devices Gets overlooked, wonder how global suffices The impact it has and most of the crisis Might just get worse if we don't crumble the righteous Stumble upon some new found glory Poor me what the bumble bee's swarming In the morning it's the same old story Chores and boring laundry Calming music for me affords me the sight Of the light that's moving towards me Cordially disagree with downplayed Thoughts of your achievements for your own sake pause and file a grievance all the while reconciling with your choice to leave us
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Aug 26, 2019
Aug 26, 2019 at 12:53 PM UTC
Leave us
Behind your walls, I could not see, Whatever survived, Whether darkness or light, I could not tell, Until you let me past The barrier, Until you let me Step in behind your door. Light I could finally see, And with that, A moment of relief, And I took a moment Gazing around the room, Although looking cared for, I caught a glimpse That you didn’t completely trust me yet, True, you were not opaque, But translucent Is all you allowed. For behind those hazel eyes, I couldn’t see clearly What thoughts were turning In your mind. Truth and honesty I desire most, And when your place Was visually downplayed For my comfort When you hosted, I know you weren’t ready To be transparent, Just translucent, But not opaque, And although I hope someday For transparency, I thank you For not pretending that your world Is all open doors, And illuminated. Only open your doors To those rooms you have closed off When you’re ready for me to see What lives behind them. No matter darkness or light, I will still be there. So breathe while you still can And show me What you will, Just as long as you’re never opaque with me, Just as long as you give me So much as a small picture, I will give these arms Whenever they’re needed.
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Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 5:56 PM UTC
Translucency
she's the alter ego the Spanish Maria to my demure smiles the trembling lips West Side Story hips playing opposite my downplayed reflection fingers reaching beseeching the recesses of who I am passionate Latina to my pale skin the antipode within my sensual dance siesta dama, midnight enchantress, soft suede Madonna black magic seductress whispering ****** intentions within innocent guile
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Jan 12, 2021
Jan 12, 2021 at 7:31 AM UTC
dancing to Santana
When real danger happens It will be downplayed Making US think It's okay To be afraid And blame the little guy Don't think of commenting Just keep that trap shut Kick me under infinite tables Sweep it under multiple rugs Stop BLUFFING the DONT BE DONT BE DUMB Dialog, that keeps Popping up.... It was around this point that my notebook got stolen And I lost an amazing poem But new version coming soon.
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Apr 19, 2021
Apr 19, 2021 at 5:20 PM UTC
When real danger happens Par 1