"eliminates" poems
Isolation and quietness are my two best friends
They never leave me
They don’t betray me
And they do not care
Isolation helps me think and comprehend reality
Isolation does not sleep and never decides to leave me
Isolation eliminates my pressures and anxieties
Isolation helps me relax and breathe
With isolation who needs real friends?
Quietness comes and goes but never decides to leave me
Quietness helps me sleep at night and stays with me till the morning
Quietness lets me focus and takes away my fears
Quietness is always trustworthy and is right around the corner
With quietness who needs real friends?
Isolation and quietness are always there for me
They never leave me
They don’t betray me
And they do not care
My two best friends never change and are always there for me
With isolation and quietness who needs real friends?
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 9:16 AM UTC
I must of been born to become a firefighter,
because I'm drawn to flame.
Put a spark in my eye
a burn in my touch,
and I'll fight it 'til I die.
I know it's not good for me
it darkens my soul
strengthens my mind
eliminates emotions-
leaves me cold
but I'm an addict
who can't say no.
I need the flames, the fire,
the raw burning desire.
I must of been born to be a firefighter
I've never been much good at boring-
the same.
I could never have worked at a desk.
because I look at love like a test.
You give me flame
I'll fight 'til death.
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 1:34 AM UTC
A loner that kills pain,
physical pain and for some
a drug for joy, for calmness.
Magical, as a single strike eliminates all the pain.
The loner once struck me into a deep sleep,
where I was floating, like a dream
calmness or a silent blissfulness
I don’t know what this loner made me feel
I just know that it was beautiful.
Silence, silence all over
and then a sudden interruption,
my friend’s panic stricken voice
calling me, waking me up.
Looking up I found her scared eyes,
scared, as in whether I was dead.
A fear outspread that day,
people who loved me feared the loner,
there was solidarity in their fear,
fear of losing me.
The loner was banished, once and for all.
Days passed, years passed,
pain was calmed using wrapped pills.
It never gave the calmness,
the blissfulness like the loner.
He is gone for so long now.
Today, as my body starts to quiver with pain,
I heard his voice,
a soothing voice, asking me
asking me to open the cellar
“Take me and I’ll put you out of your misery”
As I opened, I saw the loner
beautiful in blue.
I took him and all of a sudden
I found contentment in this strike after so long.
Calmness flooded in me once again,
I found happiness in this silent blissfulness.
Silence, silence all over.
But this time my sleep didn’t get interrupted,
for this time it was now and forever.
Dolo, the loner,
now I’m yours….forever.
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 2:08 AM UTC
The state of being with no suffering is Shakti
The state of awakening beyond sleep is Shakti
When love matures and sweetens that is Shakti
The fullness and fulfillment of masculine is Shakti
When the sweetness matures that is Shakti
The divine which resides in the thoughts is Shakti
Whatever work comes before us is Shakti
The state of mukti, the end, is Shakti
The braveness which destroys laziness is Shakti
The flame which is instilled in these words is Shakti
When the best of fruits are eaten that taste is Shakti
When thoughts of divine arise that is Shakti
Shankara who lives on top of the huge mountains, his lovely flame is Shakti
The lap where life flourishes is Shakti
The strength which guards the earth is Shakti
The flame which stops one from falling is Shakti (denotes inner strength that averts fall/defeat)
The tapas that eliminates confusion is Shakti
The finger which stops downfall is Shakti
The one who spans the whole expanse of sky is Shakti
Her highness who eliminates karma is Shakti
The inner flame which shines from within the heart is Shakti
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 2:09 AM UTC
There shouldn't pass one hour without humour in one's lifetime/ lifespan
Some think there is no honour in humour
Some in their lives make humour a rumour
Some just don't understand the life brought by laughter
Humour makes life's baggages lighter
Funny that laughter increases one's lifespan
Is it perhaps why its called a 'funny-bone'
Ain't no happiness when one wears a frown
Life's baggages may weigh one down,
Let it be a laughing matter
With triumph comes true stories of laughter
Laughter from humour eliminates worries
Humour has started families
Humour has built friends
Humour has united countries
I say there is a lot of honour in humour
Hobbies in humour
Careers in humour
Wisdom in humour
Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 4:15 AM UTC
Life is not hateful. Nature is.
A person can't make It happen so
he acts as a shark and moves without remorse, though
a mere ten second's contemplation
and emotional, intellectual understanding
of the things he, without sorrow, ignites in his wake,
would be enough to force his hand to
tie that well deserved noose and slip it around
his slimy neck and hang himself dead.
He, much like a snake, is deaf to the
screams of those he has bitten, and blind
to the ruin behind him. His one track mind -
his selfish mind - which blocks out all that his nature doesn't wish
for him
to acknowledge - does
for him
what is convenient
for him.
Eliminates the reality
for him.
That is his nature's wish.
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 1:29 PM UTC
(G)
Life as a burden is decent
Treading in hatched up waterways
Swimming in the green brine ebbing tides
Drowned in emotive stances
A being intensified in rapid torrents
Ohh my…fickleness soaked in curiosity
(J)
Decent sounds pretty substantial
I lay acquainted to swampy lowlands
My footsteps have tasted salty waters
Stepped, wadding inside the muddy landscape
Inch by inch, halfway, fully submerged
Overloaded by the tide gasping for oxygen
(G)
Populaces catwalk with intellectual deficit
Footsteps bereft of creativity and eloquence
The grounds lay dry strangling the in-between
The desert begging to lose their sandy dry skin
The forest whispers with a revolt of transformation
The luscious green splash life sparking drones
(J)
Your analogy sways the natured array of trees
The inspiration stings the sun to radiate warmth
All patched in the blueness of bellowing skies
My lungs deflate even on intense inhalation
I tarmac on the passage of time, differently wired
Intermittently cyanosed in faded lived moments
(G)
For poetry and art scaffolds and shapes reality
It sparks life and eliminates the drone mentality
Artists arouse inspiration and boost human nature
It bridges the narrowing ledge of ( human diversity/ instead of/ diverse species)
It drives conversation and deepens basic pleasantries
Rotating notions, promoted to a present and active human
(J)
I object not, for human essence is essential
A foundation of humanity that inspires and frees
A deed that dips in the depth of a lush oasis
Most sunk and waving “a celebration of celebrities”
Falsified lionization, a control of master puppeteer
Amused by insight, the reciprocal contract of empathy
G= Graff1980
J=SassyJ
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 7:01 AM UTC
I know myself better than you.
In my heart there is a banshee waiting to drown themselves on the shores of a beach covered in discarded glass.
Her body ragged, bruised, and gaunt in every view.
She’s sharp and harsh with every cut that may pass.
Her hair obscures her eyes with a taupe wash of strands.
She pierces into the tiny drums with a venom only meant to break my spirit and erode past the bones.
Into my soul she will cut with those talons on her hands.
I can’t progress without her because she is my cornerstone.
My foundation would collapse without her haunting inside.
She’s seen my cracks and my missing parts.
Instead of leaving me numb she waters my plants.
Together we craft love and we create art.
She raised the goblin in my head to laugh and dance.
He leads us through her pain.
It’s something that helps me smile no matter how heavy the rain.
He swallows the flames we light each day or eliminates the obstacles in our way.
His skin so full and flushed;
It contrasts so greatly with her hair unbrushed.
His eyes so clear, bright, and colorful.
I can feel the joy radiate so extensively.
What he gives so soft like the silky breeze she echoes back with a call so guttural.
I always valued him more so selfishly.
There would be no him without her.
There would be no parts in me without the parts I don’t prefer.
So before you tell me that I’m intense or too much;
I hope you see how important they both are inside.
They are more than the things you can see or touch.
They are every laugh that I’ve had or every tear that I’ve cried.
I don’t need you to believe that I am the right amount between too much and just enough for you.
I believe in my own beauty and wholeness; we all do.
Aug 9, 2022
Aug 9, 2022 at 8:29 PM UTC
To all officers: 504 ERROR
Two German couriers DIAGNOSED WITH AFIB
THIS HAND LOTION IS carrying official documents
murdered on train from LIKE US FOLLOW US
Screen freeze: restart
Oran. AN ERROR OCCURRED IN THE SCRIPT
Murderer ELIMINATES LAUNDRY ODORS
and possible JAW DROPPING accomplices
headed for NOT RESPONDING Casablanca.
Screen freeze: restart
WE’VE GOT AN UPGRADE FOR YOU round up all
suspicious characters TRY IT YOURSELF
Screen freeze: restart
Thanks to:
https://www.springfieldspringfield.co.uk/movie_script.php?movie=casablanca
for access to the script of Casablanca.
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 3:30 PM UTC
No one cares enough
to even glance at the way
she stands slumped,
incommodious. Wise,
little girl, that you show
no fear of those who try
to quibble you. They will try to be
however demanding they can.
They must be able to see
the cicatrix of distress they cause.
The withdraw of people eliminates
the blissful, mirthful way of life.
Do not bother to notice the
sorrow she carries from the lack
of shoulders to cry on.
The tear soaked pillows of late night
cry's so deep within the soul;
the muffled sobs of desperation from
the absence of an individual.
Life-long abstraction.
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 6:34 PM UTC
The world's expanse was enormous
Technology has shrunken the globe
Communicating use to be a performance
The world's expanse was enormous
My iPhone eliminates the smallness
People worldwide can wear the Emperor's Robe
The world's expanse was enormous
Technology had shrunken the globe
Jan 18, 2013
Jan 18, 2013 at 6:38 PM UTC
As the sun eliminates the darkness, fear consumes me. The light of day brings forth all I have concealed. Without the night I am alone and vulnerable in a world that I do not understand. As the day drags on I hop from shadow to shadow trying desperately to avoid this strange world. As the sun reaches its peak I have nowhere left to hide. Whisper becomes my skin as the sun brings light onto a world that I had once belonged to. My shield to keep me safe from the world that nearly destroyed me. I am merely a puppet master in these times. Controlling Whisper by pulling strings above the waiting crowd. The few that look up may see me, but only one has ever watched the shows entirety, head tilted up. As the show goes on I lose my control over Whisper, distracted by the set of eyes on me. I am vulnerable and afraid.
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 2:00 AM UTC
From my window I observe the beauty of this city
That I was born in
From my window I watch the river being touch by the sun
Reflecting a light that illuminates the whole city
The light that travels through the streets and eliminates any kind of sadness
The colourful buildings mingle with nature...
So softly
So unique
Just as only Lisbon can
If you hear closely
You can hear the singers singing their hearts out
Singing away their pain
While the guitar accompanies the rhythm of their voices
Echoing
What beautiful melody
Lisbon blessed by Christ the Redeemer
Lisbon, my immortal city
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 3:31 PM UTC
Mountebanks and madmen
And marvelous maidens
Populate and pollute politics
Which joss sticks cannot chase
Or alleviate the electorate
In its counter clockwise swirl
Down its own bathroom drain.
Only morals don’t ameliorate
It only exacerbates, enervates
Rather than eliminates the pain.
The pain is felt by franklins,
Never the nobles or magnates;
They go on and make play dates
With other multi-billionaires
In debonair pied-a-terre lofts
And scoff at the peasantry
While exchanging pleasantries
Over gold-laced desserts
Thinking nobody gets hurt
If they pilfer and pillage
Far off village and town
Tearing down and razing,
With life grazing scorched earth.
To the rich, nobody has worth;
Voices that implore are muted
And garbage-chuted in the press.
Nothing to confess, the smile;
A mile of porcelainized teeth
Made more intense by pretense
That importance is impotence
In the face of extreme wealth
When stealth cease efficacy
And delicacy isn’t required.
The moral judge is fired.
A new wife is squired
In hopes a son is sired
To take over the empire.
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 5:39 AM UTC
Slowly sinking in such sullen silence
As if allowing all abandonment alike
Very visible verification
Eludes to the epitome of emotion
Maybe making myself mean much more
Eventually eliminates my existence
For fake friends fail to fathom fear of fearfulness
Realizing reality remains
Only to omit the opinions of others
Meticulously matching myself
Tortuous tasks tend to take time to teach to me
However, help hurts the healing heart
Isn't it ironic that insanity is inevitable
Some soon succumb to the substances
Severed skin stings as if saying "slice me some more"
Alone in apparent agony
Daring damsels to determine their date of death
Nevertheless, we need to feel numb
Enough to enjoy every endless evasion
Since only screams seem to silence the sinners' souls
Someone must soon save those suffering
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 2:10 PM UTC
So intriguing a woman behind a glass pane
My friends are falling one-by-one - gun fires twice -
My hopes are high, but I'm scared of the truth
My personality is much like the a-sea
Wake up to the sound of insecurity staring straight back at me
There's so much underneath, but people don't spend much time getting used to me
Oh Mr. Salty won't you lighten up, you're a bit under the weather, can't you see that? Right.
Well it's hard to find motivation, when the motives working forces against you
In a world full of angst and confusion working in circles to exclude you
Your high is mind, and everybody's a liar behind those glass panes
Your fist is punch, and everybody's got a hunch behind those glass panes, ha ha ha ha
Oh Mr. Salty won't you lighten up, you're a bit under the weather, can't you see that? Right.
Well it's hard to find motivation, when the motives working forces against you
We grow impatient waiting for others to make a move,
But.
Intoxication eliminates our impatience, when goddesses start to groove
Techno-saints dressed in neon paints, won't you groove with me now
Your glass panes, much like the Berlin wall, inebriate our minds, and separate our lives, oh no no no no
Sub-conscience deterioration, too self-aware, I'm blowing up
Arrogance, a cultural virtue now, let's breathe it in, and inject into our veins.
Take your substances - a liquid, or a crumb if that's the only way you know out.
Breath it in, and blow your vapors out, cocoon until you bleed out.
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 12:02 PM UTC
Mankind destroyeth another
Predicted long ago;
Mankind killeth sister and brother
Predicted long ago;
Mankind plundereth the earth
Predicted long ago;
Mankind eliminates the newborn
Stained blood upon church snow;
Mankind terminates with weapon's
Predicted long ago;
Mankind to God they get angry and question
Predicted long ago;
Mankind escapeth with addiction
Predicted long ago;
Truth bringer's sit in prison
Predicted long ago;
Politicians ****** with unlawful invention's
Predicted long ago;
Immoral parading of falsehood
Predicted long ago;
Thugs and dope in the neighborhood's
Predicted long ago;
Earthquake's in diverse places
Predicted long ago;
Mankind changing natural faces
Predicted long ago;
Mankind of their father the devil
Predicted long ago;
Mankind worshipping hell's level
Predicted long ago;
War's and rumour's of war
Predicted long ago;
Syria turning to a ruinous heap
Predicted Isaiah 17:1,
For thou whom don't know.
Murderer's stealeth for keep's
Predicted long ago;
Beast's dressing up as sheep
Predicted long ago;
Hatred from their bellies
They get hired on whom they know.
Dollar bills come to naught
Whilst debt in every abode grows.
Unorthodox affection's
Like bloomed flower's show.
Sign's in the sun and moon
Predicted long ago;
Prophet's telleth truth beyond the tomb
Predicted long ago;
The world is in chaos
Predicted long ago;
Iran joining with Russia
Predicted long ago;
China practicing for war games
Predicted long ago;
Revelation 9:16, nuclear bang,
An Oriental blow;
A false prophet to bring religion's together
Predicted long ago;
With the Antichrist as his helper
Predicted long ago;
Underground shelter's
Where rich men hide their woes.
Whilst some prediction's hath happened already
Predicted long ago;
More art being fulfilled
Predicted long ago;
More to cometh
Predicted long ago;
Soon Christ's light shalt shineth
Predicted long ago;
Every man to bow their feature's
Predicted long ago;
King of king, lord of Lord's
Whom many hath rejected before all they know.
Broken glass in blown out stores
Predicted long ago;
A disappearance of many Christian's(rapture)
Predicted long ago;
World war three
At the step's of thou
And me;
Predicted long ago.......
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Prophecy
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 4:25 PM UTC
Rats in my Kitchen
I got Rats in my kitchen,
I got a mind to be bitchin'
I'm free and easy twisting
a perfectly nasty cadence
with my six strings,
singing like I'm a star draw
at 'The bucket of blood,'
got a bone handled knife
it keeps my life
ongoing
makes other men’s wife's feel safe,
eliminates slow mindedness
some times I scrapes it up side
my trusty singing strings,
drives women crazy
to shuffle their *****
up and down the blood ingrained boards.
my fans think I'm your Jesus incarnate,
I think I'm closer Satan’s hounds o' Hell,
they sing so loud
they hardly needs me at all,
but I'm here for my stack of Dollars,
my fun with the women who wants me most,
and my fun reducing that stack.
cause I is so popular with the gals
I gots to watch the shifting eyes
'neath the Stetson hats,
cold as steel
they’d like to pierce me
with a stare
"I wasn’t born yesterday mother,"
I study my steps
and is now wise
you take one at a time.
I cares for little
'cept delivering' the Blues
to the people like me,
that’s when I hit my natural peak!
and I is indulgent in seein'
you is comming with me
to the bottom of the river of whiskey,
the blues sustains me
been my real mother
since my baby left me.
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 9:01 AM UTC
"Life is a cryptic, allusions misleading the enlighten path to which we have no conclusion. The mind sleeps, while the soul griefs. Imprison the eyes that can't see; ignorance becomes bliss. We harbor a disease that eliminates peace & harmony of mind & soul. Life is ****** out of us from a black hole. Born from a dying mother, the heavens are set on fire, my eyes & tongue are cut, which the demon requires. Tell me again father, when will this be over, I want to believe a land of glorious textures, will we ever learn to escape this dream or fall asleep deeper to an infinite realm of empty vessels of dying souls?
Jan 17, 2013
Jan 17, 2013 at 11:24 AM UTC
Can't is a word I refuse to comprehend.
Can't does not exist in my vocabulary.
Not if I intend to live fearlessly.
Can't and Fear feed off each other like fire and air.
The two will dance and expand,
Spread to the last corner and inches of my land.
Can and Faith are the words I will invest into my mind, body, and soul.
Can't will not enter into my mind,
For it might sit in my mouth,
And slip off my tongue.
Can't is a poison;
The everlasting **** to my garden.
Can't will destroy every blossom created,
And seize the seeds yet to sprout.
Can't has the power to end the action of planting.
I will never again see a flower, if I let Can't grow.
Can is the remedy to imagination and ingenuity.
Whereas,
Can't impedes and blocks creativity.
Can't eliminates possibilities,
It drains and empties.
Even the most tenacious sea
Could not withstand the
Dehydration of Can’t
Can't ignites negativity, creating an immobilization and inability to try.
Can't creates an ending before there was a chance for beginning.
Can't breeds the misbelief of failure, even if there was never to be a winner.
In many ways,
Can't is the biggest lie created from out mind.
Mis-be-LIE-f
But if I were to look on the inside,
I'd rather give myself a fighting chance,
Then quit before I start
because of the word Can’t
We will be faced with new challenges each day,
New obstacles will arise and come into play
Life has an abundance of what we must overcome,
I would hate to make myself the enemy,
Be the one standing in front of a self-created machine gun.
If I were to approach the word for all that it is
It is after all,
Just a word.
I would let a word dictate and decide
The choices, risks, and chances taken in life.
Seems unbalanced
That one word can have full access
To my thoughts and actions.
There
The infinite possibilities
in the World and Me.
If the only difference between Can and Can’t
Stands an Apostrophe and T,
Then I choose to remove
The contraction entirely.
If you still don’t believe
How destructive Can’t can be
Here are a few synonyms for contraction as taken from Wiki:
“shrinkage, decline, diminution, decrease”.
None of those words seems appealing to me.
All of those words will devour my dreams.
Which is why Can’t is a word
I refuse to comprehend.
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 2:36 PM UTC
a little boy killed himself today
i did now know him
Or go to school with him
he was only a freshman in high school,
no more than 15 years old
a little boy killed himself today.
a little boy killed himself today
because he felt like he was all alone in this great big world
because he thought he was a burden
because he hit rock bottom
because he felt he had nowhere to go
a little boy killed himself today.
a little boy killed himself today
he will never walk across that stage in his cap and gown
he will never get the promotion
he will never see his bride walk down the aisle
or his child take their first steps
a little boy killed himself today.
a little boy killed himself today
because he thought things would never get better.
but they do get better.
maybe not today, or tomorrow
maybe not even next week.
but they do get better.
this little boy that i tell you about
was overwhelmed with darkness
he felt like he was drowning
and he probably felt like his cries were going unheard.
i know this because I was once this boy.
but something inside me kept telling me
that it gets better
so i held out
and
things
got
better.
they got better for me
and i promise you that things will get better for you too.
"suicide does not end the chances of life getting worse, suicide eliminates the possibility of it ever getting better"
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 11:48 PM UTC
This white has been beautiful.
Sometimes so much so that I would say
I have never seen anything so pristine.
The way it drifts down from the sky,
Coasting lightly down to the already snow-covered ground.
It might land upon the branch of a tree
Or possibly on a nearly covered bush.
And the way it deadens sound,
How it eliminates all the extraneous,
Adds to the aura of perfection.
But I'm ready to go home.
I have had enough.
I'm ready for all of the smog, traffic, congestion and sound,
And I'm ready for my ***** sand beaches.
Those cold, dark waters provide
Stark Contrast
To those endless slopes of the purest white.
But I am ready to go home.
I'm ready to go back where I belong.
Home.
Dec 21, 2012
Dec 21, 2012 at 3:11 AM UTC
sometimes darkness
indulge you in sheer tranquility
and eliminates the mists
Aug 1, 2021
Aug 1, 2021 at 12:42 AM UTC
the value of Money is relative,
(relatively speaking)
giving power and prestige
to a prestigeless Nation
(filled with Cash cow cheese eaters)
(business-men drunk wife beaters)
(game players
and cheaters)
and, to me, at least, it seems so cheap
but my idols are now sheep
(and slaves) in this country.
Slaves, for what?
ask not, "what?" but "why?" do you do for your Country!
why do you pledge Alligence?
why do you give them Power?
why do you make their Money?
"if Money is worthless then so are you"
it is not true.
they've taught you this
but you never knew.
(and now you do).
eliminating need for interaction
eliminates protest
eliminates people
(like me)
if your mind is free they detest
(if your hair is grey and your ******* sag
they say "dye" and "lift".)
die and left, the left and right
and all the little wars we fight-
they don't matter with no morality left.
give me equality-
I'll give you my TV.
(DVD, CD, Phone, Plane, Car)
(My Days Will Be Sunny
But Have Fun With Your money.)
Dec 22, 2010
Dec 22, 2010 at 8:44 PM UTC
The sun and moon eliminates
The draining darkness life creates
But my past constantly berates
As my future wiggles free and escapes
©2023
May 29, 2024
May 29, 2024 at 4:52 PM UTC