"endue" poems
I will conquer you.
I will watch and learn and figure you out.
Sometimes it’ll take a while
But I’m going to slam and slam
Put my pencil down
Push you out
From the depths of my minds
The deepest wrinkles in my brain
And then free them into you
When I slam down
The poem will last
The length it wants to last
I’m going to figure you out
Slam poetry
Watch out
Here’s the thing
I’m not pulling away
But I don’t even want to stay
How do you live
How do you die
How do you make your life useful
What am I even going to write
I’ll let you go
Set you free
Pull ideas out from all around me
And when I’m done
I want to have won
Because you’ve judged my face
And what it displays
But you haven’t actually judged me
You go by what you hear.
You let their ideas and lies
Infuse into your mind
And that’s all you want to believe
You think you’re so right
With your opinionated minds
Just because someone told you
This who’s who and what’s what
This is the TRUTH
Of a small town
But really we’re made of a bunch of lies
Slam Poetry
Set me free
Let my horse out of the gate
I’m ready to start this race
Just let me escape.
Right here, right now.
So I’ll put it down
Get it out.
But first, teach me how.
Slam poetry,
Fight off my ways
Say what you want to say.
I’ll conquer you.
One day.
Don’t you wait
I’ll take what words I know
And endue them with life
Reveal my broken mind
From these hands as I write
Have I got a stanza
Am I getting this right?
Slam poetry,
Your mystery surrounds me
And I am here to show you
That I will solve you
Each time I tap this page
With a new idea or word
Or even phrase.
Slam poetry,
Here I am
Greeting you now
Don’t just watch me
Listen as the words come out
What am I saying
How is this going
Why can’t I contain this
There’s something deep inside
And I’m too weak to fight
I’m drowning in myself
******* in water and exhaling air
Slam poetry what is going on
Are you driving me crazy.
Stop avoiding my glance
At every single chance
Look into my eyes
And tell me
I’ve got this one thing
Right
May 1, 2012
May 1, 2012 at 2:44 PM UTC
Pure snow,
which I have awaited all through winter
had resigned itself to mildness.
when the consistency of masked face
endue the only smile
with engraving in persistence
In undecipherable season,
and for the misunderstood person;
still,
I nurse my wistfulness
of being the last drop of innocence;
if there is an hourglass
holds your adolescence
The enshrinement
in the Trevi Fountain of my heart
is the ripple that you dimpled,
like the growing annual ring,
and also the invariable finger print.
写在早春
我等了一冬的雪
让位于温暖；
是一贯的面无表情
让一笑成为烙印
读不透的季节
读不透的人
我愿做你年华沙漏中
最后一颗天真
我的许愿池
还珍藏着你种下的涟漪
像增长的年轮
像永恒的指纹
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 2:35 PM UTC
Amongst robes of satin and gold,
Stood three men of stories told.
There a wise man, of no reputation
Holds before them, behold! Such elation!
In his hand thrice a curious box,
So the men exchange in outrageous talks.
"What joke is this? Off with your head!"
And forcefully arrest him in his stead.
But this man of origin ignoble,
Without struggle of position immobile
Surrenders each a box to these bureaucrats
For each in size of one cubic inch at that.
And before the sound of earshot fades,
"Beware when you open of what cascades!"
So the man is silenced into his tomb,
Leaving mystery lingering upon the room.
Each a man such such ferocity,
Inquires upon the box with curiousity.
Without caution the first man tears it agaze
So the mind's eye bursts into bountiful blaze
*And so, what ** It is with your haste! Your pompousness, your distaste!
I shall pry your sight to show you light, yet ne'er a way into your heart's blight!
So much so even the sun's fusion surrenders in succession to stiffly cold ice,
Forever forgotten, forever forewarned of your fervent fear and greed and vice.*
So his mind comes about, facing reality
Shrugging his fate of ultimate finality.
Such the second man tosses it aside,
Yet it flies open, where he cannot hide
*So you, your apathy, your content in nothing! Shall you idle forever true.
Knowledge has tainted you, pride stricken you, you stand tall a pillar of stone.
For stone you are, and stone you shall be! So much a pillar of salt of the the sea.
Tossing aside the weak and the encumbered to cares of yourself outnumbered.*
Fear is struck in the heart of this,
No longer for such a heart in bliss
And the third, the final acutely aware
To open the box with everso care.
*Thee the third, the final, your pleas! Absorbed and plowed by evil's devotee.
Hold your heart true, all prayer endue a baby's flesh shall imbue thine heart!
For I know your deeds, and you unlike no other! Yet let them smother you not.
For seek and you shall ascertain, knock to make the truth before you naked.*
So fallen in reverence upon the knees
A chill rendered without cold breeze.
And the three transformed by man ignoble
Yet not simply here, but to judgment global.
Alas, remember this time of year,
A time to hold dear and cheer.
The time to recount first breath,
Yet a time to celebrate death,
Defeated.
Dec 25, 2012
Dec 25, 2012 at 12:41 AM UTC
Still logos maker hour neat leave summer for supper?
Still may tongues quench the back of my throat
continie in the fin rapture of two head as throned
blue am I and ever graven, ask but where you sore?
Colours fame Adorn am to Brissen
jolt me father my day is yet but without sin,
shall I grieve by pillar
reside know aform?
*** is this in the night to be my key chamber
*** glee the idea of him to stead fast with eyes in fiery sight
and Question I “loom smoke picutre to link in Vertrica?” ♀
am a victim by hospital bed aas partner and One go and scream there touches and ending life one by one at the Letter bay...
For oh My Nurse do you, Would you have not to keen known?
For before I have fed my blood to boil but the torture I dare to sweet endue my shall cask fetter.
Berief root fetch banner and the ashes dream of tears yoke cry
Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 1:32 PM UTC
Some days I would make love to the words you wrote me.
And some days all it took was seeing you slip out of bed before you realized I was awake.
But every day was a pain to endue without you body next to mine.
I would get home and I would be just happy to massage you till bed.
Some days I still remember the feeling of you in me.
Some days I just want to lick you again and again.
But today was a day that I didn't even see you for a minute and all I can do is think about how we didn't just pounce on each other even for a quick minute.
Today I think of you like I think of a memory lost to time.
Today I saw you and all of the shadowed lines.
How fast that lust filled dream fades.
You, as you are without the haze.
Today I realized I will be okay.
Nov 22, 2021
Nov 22, 2021 at 12:16 AM UTC