"emphasizes" poems
With my bobby pin, taken from my hair after volleyball practice,
I scrape black resin from a blue bowl
It's a rougher
Dirtier
Hash ball
But it loves on your brain just as much
And my arms are bruised from passing
They could use that numbing forgetfulness
That lurks like stupidity
In the back of my brain
Always
The *** just emphasizes it
The way gaudy clothes do on a pretty girl
That's me too sometimes
But I have a mother,
Just as you,
And she gave me dreamss
To live up to
A school of science and engineering
So...what do you do?
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 1:14 AM UTC
Here oh postmodern nihilist
the grave awaits
your death
wish:
Life
a
struggle
escape it
death
so tempting
grasp it
and take its era with you:
Keep it
away from our church's
our schools
our civics
and further culture.
Lo, the children
black as the hell they die in...
Its inordinately subjective unconsciousness;
confused emotionally with its ineptitude of reason.
Blaming its former God,
for their own doing.
Wanting to save that world upon themselves left behind from such a rejection.
Lest they live in a Christ so unjust.
As to not know all men equally,
but to judge them--in their distinction.
Creation
your natural law
emphasizes that which we do not want to come to terms with.
If only we could make us all inter-dependent biological beings of mechanization.
Chain me to genetic determinism and biochemical reactions foremost -- lest my soul affirms inequality:
Liberty exulted
by the risen Lord:
Supremacy/Autonomy
© S. Wesley Mcgranor
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 6:51 PM UTC
Gemini are notorious for having “split” personalities, and I am no different. I have two sides of me that are always at war within me.
Both the Devil and the Angel within me are trying to influence me, in the form of thoughts running through my head that makes it seem like i'm talking to myself.
I emphasizes on the fact that my character is composed into two parts, the ‘angel,’ the one that wants to do good not only for myself but also for others, and also the ‘devil,’ the selfish, more arrogant division in my persona that drives me to do things that’ll make me stray off the path of righteousness.
Elena and Katerina, which again connotes the incredible duality and polarity of my character. Even though it seems like they’re almost two different people, they’re most definitely one whole character.
My inner good realized what I am doing is dangerous, but my inner demons insist on coming out at night. When I say “not closing the curtains”, im showing the real dark half of myself.
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 4:12 PM UTC
White shoelaces tied carefully,
clothes ironed straight,
not a strand of hair in his face,
private school and Christian home.
His momma packed him PB&J.;
She said, "Son, don't hang with the wrong kind of kids,
the ones sitting in the back of the classroom
who wear words on their necks and
black every Sunday."
And she puts a napkin in his lunchbox and reminds him
to wash his hands.
And she prays for him to find cleanliness,
and she checks the internet history every day
while he finishes homework and practices piano.
She tells him, "Son, don't let those celebrities
with their drugs and their ***** words
influence you."
And she emphasizes "man shall not lie with man"
and not "God loves all His children"
and tells him not to let any mud get on his new socks.
He sits on the couch and
he sits in the audience and
he's told what isn't okay.
He is raised following predjudices he doesn't agree to,
stereotypes engraved deep in his brain to the core.
He was never taught any different,
he was never educated on differences.
He knows a million shades of white but God forbid he touch a blade of glass.
He was taught to keep his window locked,
head down,
eyes shut,
mouth closed,
hands folded,
back straight,
shoelaces tied.
Momma says, "Son, better keep yourself clean,"
but she touches him with ***** hands
and ties a rope
he never wanted
around his neck.
Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 8:34 PM UTC
A language spoken so well around the world.
My teachers would use the synonym “irony”.
I simply disagree. Sarcasm is showing the obvious by saying it isn’t. Irony is simply having the world hate you. And, being someone you’re not. It has many definitions but I’m here to talk about something else. So here goes:
Sarcasm.
A language spoken well around the world.
My teacher would use the synonym ‘irony”.
It makes things seem different.
It shows annoyance.
Some don’t get it,
But that’s the beauty of it.
Most use it for fun,
And a joke is cracked.
But some find it hurtful,
Some just can’t.
It needs emotion,
Which is something people don’t have.
Therefore always going back,
And making the joke sour.
What I love about it,
Is that anyone can speak it.
Sometimes not knowing it,
Sometimes knowing it.
But any language or sign
Can have this weird dialect.
And that’s how everyone around the world,
Becomes closer together.
Another thing to the list,
That everyone has in common.
As I say,
Some are fluent,
Some aren’t.
That’s what I appreciate,
It’s the one thing you and I have in common.
Stupidity is what it starts with,
As one points out the obvious.
Then the other emphasizes on that,
Pointing out the dumbness.
Anyone can laugh out loud,
Anyone can cry,
But it’s what keeps us together,
Our stupid sarcasm.
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 6:01 AM UTC
Lamenting lost love
hidden behind harmonies,
(synonymous to symphony)
resonates absently.
Like making love
to a stranger.
Like you make love
to me.
Void of all passion,
like revenge of apathy.
Apathetic entirely,
the emptiness that fuels you
emphasizes decrees.
Standard-less standards
validate your need
to dismantle the mantled,
and devour the diseased,
to command and to seize,
to exploit the exploited,
and explore every scene—
every pelvis, and every scream.
How did I fall for such a—
loveless being?
Better yet,
How do I disintegrate re-memories,
Or abolish aplitic fallacies,
and survive soullessly?
(How must I do these things!?)
Here I plead
surrounded, unattentively,
summoning recognition
for the being
whom resides in me.
Resurrecting old wounds,
(chore almost seems daily)
almost seems like it’s alive,
like maybe one day
it might save me.
More likely, one day
it will concave me.
But without knowledge
there is no upset.
And no upset means
no you and me.
Mar 9, 2012
Mar 9, 2012 at 9:03 PM UTC
...gives a shiver.....it shames me,
my weaknesses, are on the surface
needing, rises this misty evening.
this cold, cold night, further emphasizes,
i need God...His Light and Shadow, to
reassure me, when gray, covers blue skies
my loved ones are my inspirations
they feed my need to write
yet, they have their own concerns...
i humbly accept.....i am not my own island...
there's this urge to run...to race with gusty winds,
arrive fast, at my desired destination,
.......but, i am halted...always reminded...
...i listen to two soft voices within
..one is guiding...the other, almost rebelling...
i feel the chill from this empty space next to me
i'm a mix of want........and fear....for,
i need you this moment of twilight,
...and each long night that i stay awake
floating, in this expanse of darkness...
my conflicted soul...sends out signals of fear..
do my fears make me a craven coward?
the evening breeze makes its presence known
i weep in a hush, from thoughts of sailing...alone,
................ on life's lengthy moonlit bays........
..after enunciation
...of my true voice, my conscience
i could use some company
......like, i need you now
.............to help me make it,
...................through this night of exile...
Sally
Copyright September 19, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 12:05 AM UTC
Use of heat
engulfs your ends
Into a splintered crisp.
Every inch you sear
Irons out the curls in your mane.
Flick the lighter,
Spark up some magic
And bring that
Shy, crying ember
To your dry lips.
The harder you inhale,
The faster you burn.
Smoke sneaks around
Your body and
Encapsulates you in
A hazy plume.
The scorch marks on your arm
Emphasizes your need
For warmth.
You seem to think you’re
A phoenix by how often
You play with flames,
But how high will you rise?
Will the ashes you’ve left
behind provide you with
a rebirth
or purge you into
the hearth forever?
How long will your eyes
Stay ignited,
Because every time you
Play with snowflakes,
You become a dimly lit,
Sputtering flicker.
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 2:58 PM UTC
Is it wrong of me to be sexually satisfied,
merely by the expansiveness of your mental capacity?
Intrigued by your complacence.
See, at first you were just this figment of my imagination.
But now you've transcended,
into this complete sensation.
No matter the misconceptions that others may have about you,
I could never replace you.
I could go on and on about the metaphors
that compare you to the sun,
or other gleaming objects.
But really, my attraction for you is far more complex,
to just subsidize you to comparison you probably already met.
I no longer base my relationship on ***
I now seek intelligence,
an intellectual, oratorical genuis - one who knows what the birds say,
why the ocean waves, why society emphasizes self-hate.
And ever since I've sought all of those determining qualities in you,
I've since, loved you.
Jul 28, 2013
Jul 28, 2013 at 9:15 PM UTC
The psychiatrist looks young
he seems Italian
she sits opposite
looking at his eyebrows
thick
but not too much so
and his lips opening
and closing as he speaks
but she isn’t listening
she’s wondering
if he’s married
where about he lives
what size his house is
how he looks undressed
he leans forward
his words slower now
as if he thinks her
imbecilic or maybe deaf
he emphasizes his words
his Italian accent
coming through
o what wonderful eyes
what flesh
his 9.0’clock shadow
gives a blue tinged
to his skin
he gestures with hands
opening them outward
like some trader
selling her something dodgy
she can smell his aftershave
it invades her nose
makes her nerves tingle
her knees touch
she lets them spread
beneath the desk
to the limits
her nightdress allows
he sits back in his chair
his words back
to fast speed
over her head
his gestures
are by fingers now
pointing and twirling
his eyes dark
intense like Nietzsche’s
she thinks
she leans forward
air pushing
between her thighs
as she spreads
her legs
as much as possible
under his desk
life’s one big adventure
she thinks
one big dare
she puts her elbows
on his desktop
wearing no underwear
but he doesn’t know
it doesn’t show
but if it did
what then?
what would he say or do?
the window is open
the sky a bright blue.
Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 3:26 AM UTC
For all of his homeliness,
he walked with an air of majesty and purpose.
A hard and sunken bespectacled face, hollowed out from weight loss
emphasizes knowledgeable grey eyes
He shuffles through papers and runs his fingers through his
long blond hair.
A never ending cycle,
he’s always doing one or the other.
And fidgeting with his head phones- he hands me one.
“What do you hear?”
His eyes are searching mine for my thoughts,
dancing with anticipation as to what I might say.
“Do you hear that?” he asks.
He always looked so hungry, like he wants answers.
I can’t remember the last time I saw him eat.
I touch what was once a cheek.
“You look so thin.”
He doesn’t say anything. His eyes just flash- each one different.
The left says “Shut the **** up.”
The right says “Help me.”
Please don’t be afraid to let someone in.
Please.
He walks hard, every stride like he plans to take over a country.
Oh there is purpose in his steps.
He has the brightest mind.
He’s hard, but he can see beauty where others can’t.
He knows absolutely everything about me.
“Why would something so beautiful want to die?” he asks me.
I’ll remember those words for the rest of my life.
Life is precious.
And despite all of the hardships we have seen, the years that have passed,
I still love him.
Oct 27, 2012
Oct 27, 2012 at 1:52 AM UTC
Each second of your tardiness just emphasizes how much you don't give a ****
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 12:21 AM UTC
Despite of your honest intentions
One will come up
and blow your dreams away.
Some will seek
all of your flaws.
gather them up in a jar,
and emphasizes it
until all seemed sour.
Despite of your humble beginnings,
one will find your bread and butter.
will treat it as no brained boast,
it will backfire to you
at all cost.
Despite of your dangerous acts,
that proved to be a game winner.
Despite of all your heroic antics,
that could have mattered.
They will not see the good in you.
Until you're six feet below.
until you are gone.
until everything is over.
when there's no reset button.
and all are messed up.
you cannot see what is in front of you
despite of your heart,
and your mind,
numb and faking
unstrung and broken
Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 12:39 AM UTC
Sing in love to the world!
That mystery is from the shadows hurled!
Into darkness and into light!
May in harmony we unite!
Sing a song of woe and gloom
that ever emphasizes our painful doom!
Let joyous ponds with lilies fair
entwine with nature and Nature's hair!
Let silver streams of moonlight clear
enlighten us on our unending fears!
May together the night and the sky
bring love and joy that cannot die!
May tunes high strung and beeches far
bring joy to us!
From Gaia the Fair!
Jul 6, 2010
Jul 6, 2010 at 9:28 AM UTC
The Museum of the Bible is a must to see
It’s everything that it is supposed to be
It’s narration in making the Bible come to life
The feeling is like an aroma of spice
The Museum is the beauty that brings contrast of fantastic and gothic accord
Yet the Museum emphasizes the life of the Lord
The Museum of the Bible portrays the beginning when the Earth was in Darkness
Then suddenly the feeling of light that God said let be
A journey through Nazareth and the Red Sea
One can only imagine
Written words with a joyous voice
Verses upon verses offering a spiritual choice
Yes I am talking about the Holy Bible
Spiritual novel with an inspiring uplift
The blessing becomes the World’s Gift
Throughout the Museum of the Bible, you will hear various stories
But it all is surrounded in the Lord’s Glory
But there is a Behold
It’s how the Museum of the Bible makes the public take hold
So the Museum is a place to see
You won’t be bored when you visit
It’s a place of opportunity
It’s coming together as people being unity
The Museum of the Bible in Washington, DC being that city
Understanding and knowledge reigns supreme
It’s exploration through religious history being the theme.
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 6:52 PM UTC
This shows that the lion is less expensive.
Trying for Bettie's immortal glory
The space will be cleaned.
Medicines. The brain is part of it.
Paris is a very famous blue sky.
At a big party, Abub tried to try a house
Theater Theater. Below
It's a secret. Focuses on worshiping
The prostitutes and rules of Pittsburgh
Emphasizes the NIHHH. I went to Ian,
Young and police. He has received it
Greek clothes and clothes for women
City. The meeting was organized
in the light in Saskatchewan, CA.
Add strawberries and leaves. they
said too many things on the radio. Rain,
rain, rain, rain, rain and public protection.
Before buying your face, use white,
White, White, Bad, Glory, Scam, Scam,
Second Jass, Michael Michiko
He was arrested and sentenced
to three months For the elderly. It protects
the beautiful entrance And true love
is killed by six "six" men In jail
in Oregon, California. Johnny, Nancy;
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Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 7:34 AM UTC
It always starts the same.
His teeth are shiny and his hair is
perfectly unkempt,
because a boy that beautiful
doesn't need to try.
He reminds her of her father,
the way he talks with his hands
wildly,
and when he talks with his mouth
softly,
he emphasizes all the right sounds.
He smells like her childhood,
and it's all she wants for her future.
The ring of his laugh,
she swears she heard years ago in a dream.
She's kept it in her ear all this time
and plans to for the rest of time.
He doesn't need to convince her of his perfection.
He doesn't need to do a **** thing.
He doesn't need to need.
She is full of enough need
and want
and wish
for them both.
It always starts the same.
And all I can do is hope that
this time
it will end differently.
Feb 23, 2012
Feb 23, 2012 at 3:02 AM UTC
Distilled sunlight and a steel breeze
Emphasizes the anxiety steadily
Burning, broiling, bubbling within me
The events of a tumultuous life takes my mind for a tumble.
Clench and release, ready to unleash--
The pains of day to day.
Even my ******* heart won't stop beating long enough for the sun to extinguish it's blazing hard stare.
All that's left is numbing gums.
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 10:32 PM UTC
I don't know what it's like,
to wake up one morning, excited
to tell him of the crazy dream
you had, and walk in to find
that he's walked out for good.
I don't know what it's like,
to spend your free time, trying
to search for a man you thought
just left you on a curb, and see
that he didn't know you exist.
I don't know what it's like,
to lose the man you could
have sworn was invincible,
and wake up every morning
with such uncontrollable grief.
I don't know what it's like,
to have a dad that you can
count on day in and day out
to be there to support you for
every little struggle in life.
I do know what it's like,
to have a father who spends
his free time with beer, and
yells and emphasizes his point
by pushing people around.
I do know what it's like,
to be told that you'll never
amount to anything from the
only person you have to
support anything you do.
I do know what it's like,
to find your own family
and make a life for yourself
even though you still go home
every night living in fear.
I do know what it's like,
to leave the man that was
the cause of so much pain,
and to live with the memories
still trying to move forward.
I do know what it's like,
to think that this day is pointless.
Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 2:54 PM UTC
I wake up every morning and think:
"I am a free man, I will do what I want.".
So I walk through my comfortable, three bedroom, two story home with a fully furnished basement, proper neighborhood and a good school.
I go eat breakfast with that stupid rabbit,
which is my favorite form of self- loathing,
Then I dress in my tightest jeans,
that my friend Tommy told me I needed.
I awkwardly shuffled to my car,
whose red color emphasizes my power,
at least thats what the salesman told me...
So I drive on these roads I payed for,
passing by the people whose lives don't exist,
to go to work and pay for:
The car which shows my success,
the jeans which makes me as attractive as success,
the cereal I drown my sorrows in,
and the house which lives my broken dreams.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC
The coal sky
Splatter painted
In cherub white
Emphasizes
And encompasses
That feeling of incompleteness.
How is it even possible
To feel everything
And nothing all at once?
I used to worship a God.
He used to be my savior
Father
Faith.
Now the only prayer I whisper
Is crafted in the sound
Of runny pen
On lined paper.
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 4:44 PM UTC
My sad mentality
Destroys my reality
Annihilates my honesty
All I have got is privacy
Not a shed of sociality
My life's complexity
Against myself a conspiracy
Emphasizes my stupidity
Locks up my humanity
Self pity is my speciality
It seems a necessity
Which confuses my phsychology
And Leaves nothing I wanna be
My life's history
I have waited patiently
To write in my corrupting diary
For I am no deity
If there was something godly
I'd have been killed furiously
That conclusion comes logically
Though simultaneously
I have lived happily
My neurology
I have kept in secrecy
Cause with my souls delivery
To the devils cookery
They feasted immediately
On my souls purity
My life's mystery
Won't be uncovered easily
For I life silently
In my ****** up fantasy
Which left nothing I wanna be
I have waited impatiently
For others to grow up with me
For without being remotely angelically
I have behaved, we'll almost elderly
Or I have tried to behave intelligently
Never drunkingly
And quite rarely
Entirely freely
On this I look quite positively
For it has allowed me
To stand against the waves unwaveringly
Looking upon life much more detailedly
Seeing more nuanced on life's complexity
And for the ability to do this comfortably
I must thank my family
While I can say all the above truthfully
There is plenty to say negatively
For standing against the norm unrockingly
Can at the best of times be quite lonely
And most the time I looked desperately
After those who floated by me oh so freely
While looking so unfathomably
Completely, worryingly, unanimously happily
At a world driven by the greedy,
Disgustingly, horrifying monsters of humanity
This have tortured me existentially
At times I have felt ****** up mentally
But as time passed slowly
Step by step I realized surprisingly
That it has left me allmost exactly like I allways wanted to be.
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 3:14 AM UTC
…and upon the turbulent storms of thought
bodies are abandoned
driven with a canabalizing
anticpition of deathlessness
that in effortless frequencies
selects that which can never be reclaimed
whose deliberate movements
recollect those tangents
that preclude inquiry and articulate themselves
in an awareness of vanishing imagination
that by its estrangement
visits the finding of its self
in unifying bonds
that emphasizes the
immediate shape of shared perception
as of a field turning blue
in moonlight under snow
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 12:26 PM UTC