"escalate" poems
Late at night is when I think
And try to I clear my head
I often stay awake all night
Just laying in my bed
As soon as I get comfy
Thoughts start racing in
I start to question everything
and regret my every sin
At first the thoughts are gentle
Like what will I do tomorrow
But as time crawls by; they escalate
Till I'm drowning in my sorrow
I think of all my failures
Every detail of what I did wrong
After hours of reliving pain
I convince myself I don't belong
I suddenly feel isolated
and like the silence will never end
I feel like I will never escape
There's too much I just can't mend
I feel overpowered and worthless
Like I'll never do anything right
I hide till the world fades away
And I'm awoken by the light
I realize a new day has come
It's time to put on a brave face
I put those negative thoughts away
Until I return to this place
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 5:56 AM UTC
#
Each body part
sizzled in pure pleasure
in the blissed wake
of your oral efforts
brought forth the waves
of rapturous delight...
Spurs poetic inspiration
in equal liberation
of desires to please.
Bodies transpose
in fluid motion
as brazen eyes meet.
Savor the voluptuous image before you.
Indulge your eyes in my carnal halo
before they roll to the back of your head.
On all fours
knees between your thighs
tips of swollen breast
caress your chest
tasting fresh honey
upon lips in a kiss.
Ripples of ardor
hover
by wet trails
of sensual kisses
suckling towards
the apex.
Breathe in
the slow motion pace
that pulsates eagerness
to the fore tumescing bulge
leaking with anticipation
of viscous lava.
Tickles of silken hair
against flesh edges closer.
Emerging subtle grumbles
in deep resonance
betray your impatience .
Hands tightly twine
in tangled hair
to maneuver
the treasure hunt.
Licked lips pause
at the sight of fire
burning in
glazed gazes
before engulfing
the throbbing member.
Plump ruby lips
greet velvety texture
in a slow deep dive.
Tongue curls around
the flavor
in a dulcet embrace.
Moans release
as grip tightens
in my hair
settles the
rhythmic pace
to taste in an
oscillating dance.
The masculine aroma of heady musk
lingering there, arouses my appetite.
With my enthusiasm
attuned to
your preferred rhythm
suckling, slurping
surface and dive
in measured unison.
Break of breath
allows tongue
freedom to roam below,
licking, soft kissing
the tender hammock
of testicles.
Tongue and lips escalate higher
to mount another assaulting dive
deeper in the depths
of the cusp in cavity.
Wetted fingers
probe even lower
circling superficially
as gasp escapes
your heavy breath;
flaming eyes lock.
Finger dips in
with expert finesse
gorging hardened growth
within a wrapped hand.
Thighs tighten
with rocking grip.
Head thrusts onward,
drilling forward
in each dive.
Salvia slips
fingers grip
lips dip
Engorged swell, flesh tightens in an intensity
of volcanic eruption ...
HALTS
assault
Pace retracts.
Loosened lips kiss tip.
*“Soon sweetheart, your time will ***
inside me as we surrender to synergy."*
#
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 7:51 AM UTC
"Stoner's Poem"
I see your snapstories,
I see your ask profile.
I see how you comment and reply and flaunt your English skills.
Trust me, I love your rebuttals,
More than Biryani and the Lebanese pornstar.
I see your Facebook posts,
I see your WordPress,
And I see, how you craft your poems flamboyantly,
And then, and then,
Pilfer my breath,
And rob my me.
Sometimes, just sometimes,
Your deportment bewilders me,
More than Lowry-Bronsted's theory.
I see how you dance in the rain,
Like "All, sin, tan, cos", do in my brain.
I see how you frequent every segment of my cardiac muscle,
And then desert it, like it's one of the many dilapidated constructions.
My reminiscences about your thingness,
Escalate me to a higher spiritual level,
More than **** does.
Oh, that smile,
Oh, that look,
Oh, the mystique in you.
And again, I am writing of Love.
And the pen doesn't seem to stop soon,
For I have taken a greater risk,
Than asking my friend about cathodes and anodes and electrolysis, while I took my last chemistry exam,
When the invigilator was around.
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 3:55 AM UTC
Have you ever felt the kind of numbness that sinks into your bones?
The kind that leaves you hollow and empty inside.
All except for that lingering lead ball
residing in the pit of my stomach.
No matter what I do,
the medication I take,
the therapists I see,
the prayers I pray,
that lead ball is still there.
And when things escalate,
my soul is despondent within me
and eventually,
the numbness takes over.
"Seek God and all will be well"
I call BS.
Not all will be well.
In fact, we are guaranteed a difficult life.
I just want a break sometimes.
A breath of fresh air, you know?
It's hard to get that
when there's a lead ball
in your stomach
and numbness
in your bones.
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 12:19 AM UTC
Sleepless nights
Are the worst
Because each time it hurts
More and more
Every part of me is sore
Sleepless nights
Cause me to think
Of what pulled to me to the brink
Of self-hate
To escalate
Sleepless nights
Are common
And completely rotten
I no longer sleep
My dreams I no longer keep
Sleepless nights are dark
Not even a single spark
Comes through the window
My head in limbo
Sleepless nights
Are spent alone
I lie prone
On my bed
With the tears I shed
Sleepless nights
Occur more than twice
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 12:22 PM UTC
The falling stars in this ironic night
make majesties
out of those cubicle-ridden New Yorkers'
routine Tuesday night daydreams,
where they make macabre escape routes
out of every perfectly-placed window
piercing the concrete sentences
that escalate from Ground Zero.
Your law offices,
corporate ******* headquarters,
are all bursting at the seams
with these drones,
the falling stars of the human race,
all composed of 14 different shades
of grayscale;
could've been
should've been
could've been shootin' stars
that year they were promised
lives of upper middle class incomes
and Lexus dealerships
bought to dent their status
on the neighborhood,
but that sparkle's been emaciated
by the truth,
the underwhelming spectacle of realization
accentuated by the clicking
and the clacking of company keyboards,
each little click
gnawing more at their patience
than the next;
the faceless brush strokes
gawk through that window,
their plans less hypothetical
over the calendar years.
"I can hear it calling me
from miles away,"
says Copy #90045280,
"see, they
SPEAK
to me, man,
tell me to transcend
the hurdle of the windowsill
and make my rendezvous
with an asphalt avenue,
to join the other casualties
of this rut-infested nation
in a life with the real stars,
falling and shooting
and jettisoning alike,
throbbing lights through dark sky silk
and into the hearts of even the most
robotic of this catalog culture,
and I frightfully,
excitedly,
must listen."
Apr 29, 2010
Apr 29, 2010 at 10:53 AM UTC
I feel the tears streaming
down my cheeks.
My heart so broken
And so very weak.
My mind confused,
not knowing what to do.
It is so painful without you.
My tears flow so bitter and blue,
My sad tears are all for you.
After all the pain,
I sew myself shut,
My weakness is that
I care too much.
My scars remind me
That the past is real.
I want my heart to close,
the hurt to seal,
But these relentless memories
I feel Just keep surfacing again
And again
Like a deep dark acid rain.
I tear my heart
open just to escape,
But I fail,
the pains prevail
And escalate
Like an unstoppable
evil vengeance.
I moan,
I cry out for another chance
Please let me rest for a good minute My suffering overwhelmingly infinite.
It is now crystal clear,
You’re always on my mind,
day and night
When I think of you,
all feels so right
Need to have you,
need to hold you
And tell you that I love you.
My dear,
I don’t want to see us apart
This separation just tears away
my heart
I miss you,
oh,
I really miss you
Will need you more
and more each day
I know
I cannot live without you
I miss you,
more than words can say.
I love you still, my dear.
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 2:43 PM UTC
A poem by my friend Stan Blackberg (the total ******
There are flowers standing proudly, one for each whose loved ones mourn,
Speaking out so clear and loudly, for that fateful treacherous morn,
When the aircrafts bashed them up and all their flesh got burnt & torn!
Do we honour them with killing, taking up arms to spill more blood,
Or take lesson if we’re willing, a bitter pill for common good,
Or sit unbeguiled with our faces stuffed with fattening food?
There’s no god would take such action, justify such murderous deed,
Those insane within such factions, find posthumously they heed,
It's upon such wickedosity that our nostrils froth and bleed.
Hear the painful hard earned lesson, lest their names we desecrate,
Take not slaughter as your banner making killing escalate,
And by no means forget to have a mutual **********
Place our sentries all united, shed thee not another drop,
Silence now all angry gunfire, when’s the killing ever stop.
And the blood falls from above with a loudish plip and plop.
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 1:44 PM UTC
I feel the tears streaming
down my cheeks.
My heart so broken
And so very weak.
My mind confused,
not knowing what to do.
It is so painful without you.
My tears flow so bitter and blue,
My sad tears are all for you.
After all the pain,
I sew myself shut,
My weakness is that
I care too much.
My scars remind me
That the past is real.
I want my heart to close,
the hurt to seal,
But these relentless memories
I feel Just keep surfacing again
And again
Like a deep dark acid rain.
I tear my heart
open just to escape,
But I fail,
the pains prevail
And escalate
Like an unstoppable
evil vengeance.
I moan,
I cry out for another chance
Please let me rest for a good minute My suffering overwhelmingly infinite.
It is now crystal clear,
You’re always on my mind,
day and night
When I think of you,
all feels so right
Need to have you,
need to hold you
And tell you that I love you.
My dear,
I don’t want to see us apart
This separation just tears away
my heart
I miss you,
oh,
I really miss you
Will need you more
and more each day
I know
I cannot live without you
I miss you,
more than words can say.
I love you still, my dear.
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 2:40 PM UTC
I’m walking down a howling, windswept street;
an open avenue of untamed elements,
all icy scatter and driving push, pull,
forlorn crossed glances disguised at the last second
in a rush of slapping breeze,
pulled my face straight.
I’m walking down a street, peeking past corners,
wondering where you lead.
I walk and chase,
in the sharp, swollen bites of rain
rolling down my face and
pooling at my feet.
I’m walking down a street,
mind circling and picking over pieces of you.
In the furthest reaches, in the shade from awnings
of trampled, stampeded pavements,
I inch closer and escalate straight back.
I’m walking down a street, having an emotional affair with you;
my silky, sticky, sweetened crush;
a burn,
you make me cry.
You’re not a secret.
I’m stepping over city-clogged gutters and
***** grass;
having forays and majestic waking daydreams
with all those startling crisp images
of you and me
you
and
me
bundled together like twisted wires.
Using each other like immortal weeds.
I’m walking down a howling, windswept street,
where blue sky begins to play peek-a-boo
trying not to cry.
I leave myself unguarded and playing at wounds,
thinking of you again.
But walking down this street,
I know you are futile game,
a persevering sweat beneath the blankets at night.
I know you prove an attractive devil,
but these tears cool the heat, the lust.
And by being swept up in these winds with me,
maybe I’m your devil, in the end.
Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 11:07 PM UTC
It is hard to articulate
The feelings that escalate,
From my heart to my brain
Seems to become stuck, as if in a frame
Despite a ready, eager mouth hole
Emotions burrow like a mole
Who only knows of one thing; hide
Dying with want to confide
But only showing an ego's pride.
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 12:02 PM UTC
Capped at the knees again,
Just another year flying with its scythe,
Cut back down with my feet rooting in cold soil,
Continue the rebuild for lifes reap,
Waiting for the clasp of hopeless farmers hand,
I know why with all the analytical purpose,
To serve life chain propaganda,
Evolutionary biome's scandal,
Breaking free from the loop you have set on full speed,
Watching the track play out,
Another record hollowed out,
High on the repetitive sound,
Loud it rings around space,
Lacing milky ways courted silence,
Rays transfer and escalate along empty darkness,
Light reflected gas,
Champagne bubbled star sky,
Here I lie severed before decay curls,
Wrapping a broken brain
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 3:32 PM UTC
"Would you like some cake"
A women asked me politely as she was exiting the door holding a tray of cake.
"No thank you, i'm not a fan of cake."
I respond, laughing politely because the situation was a little bizarre.
"That's probably why you're so skinny and not fat."
I didn't respond after that and here's why:
repeat her last line, except with the nastiest tone you could imagine.
Then imagine her glaring at me as she left.
...
What did I do? Why did that escalate so quickly?
What just happened....
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 5:04 PM UTC
Glassy eye.
While one sleeps, keep the second open blankly.
People believe you when you look at them. Stare at them. Break into them.
They'll believe in your strength. So you won't have to.
Tangled yarn.
Matted hair; red. Vibrant. Stand out before you stand up and sink.
Pull it. Yank it out in devastation, frustration, desperation.
Can you feel it escalate?
Ripping thread.
Twine comes tangled; tousled ropes of faith strung out. It's all a mess.
There's a breaking heart here somewhere. Dig beneath the filamentous skin.
If anyone dares to dig that long.
Stitching smile.
I'm tearing. Falling apart at every seam.
Stitch me...pin me back together. Lift me up; I'm weightless.
I present to you a plaster smile; don't forget to stab in dimples.
After numerous unfaltering years, it's wearing thin. A tiny break appears.
All the strings are coming loose.
Iron-on teardrop; a permanent stain on a withered face.
There are many uses for a Ragdoll.
Play with her. Use her. Dress her. Change her. Throw her. Hold her. Hate her. Tear her. Tell her.
Everything.
She'll never let it go.
Dance with her. Sleep with her. Hide her. Break her. Blame her. Love her.
Trust her.
Her stitching will hold. The perennial line of happiness will always prevail.
Ragdolls look brightly into any light. Opening lifeless arms to please. Everyone. Anyone who needs them.
Now, someone needs to need her.
A Ragdoll is good for many things. Fitting any character and criteria.
A Ragdoll can be selfless, ageless, fearless, reckless, seamless.
However.
Never
worthless.
Aug 13, 2010
Aug 13, 2010 at 12:52 PM UTC
This life is just lost memories, regrets and false hope
Like whatever created us has crafted a sick joke
We're so insecure about our pre-destined flaws that
We either start big arguments that escalate into wars or
Make ourselves feel better by submitting to torture
Like I did, knowing that the pain will always reward ya
Because pain is a gateway to relieving problems when
You got too much and you know it's ****** but you can't solve 'em
And you grow up told not to sin, we do it anyways all night and day now where do I begin, how to stand against the shame?
Hunting animals down for coats or food to extinction
And destroying their environment, fancy word called deforestation
In relentless pursuit of luxury and creating a name
And you wonder why certain beasts will never be tame, it's insane!
Just because we think bigger, grow quicker and have cold hearts
Doesn't give you the right to tear this fucken beautiful world apart
We only had one hope, that's why life's a joke
We progress to be the best but all for no show
The only certainty I know is we evolve to destroy
I mean that's where we're going, that's right, it's no decoy
Ever since we began we transformed to form our end
There's no point to this **** game over man!
The only reason I'm alive today is because I have this information
As I pace back and forth, typing at the bus station
I know it's all a joke, so I live to laugh at it
I don't take much that seriously, because honestly I've had it
I'm done
Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 4:18 PM UTC
Even the greatest moments, calmest actions, most peaceful energy, would be unable to tear it off once it sticks
it winds you up for everything and causes one to just pace instead
Eyes get dizzy from observation of another's and can assimilate the same hold
Tension continues to escalate and bottling it up only makes the explosion imminent
No one likes it
Some look to escape through things that actually increase it
An insanity I've dealt with and still resisting
Depravity of vice while the resuscitation of life simultaneously reacts from one thought and act of will
It's hell to deal with
I think the void between two lives would be more difficult than this
At least then you could be fascinated by the new journey
Than to continue the same and battle the duality of choosing a side
Or dealing with human ordeals such as quitting smoking or relationships
Decisions can create a hold on you, but when it's out of nowhere....
The confusion continues the hold
Aug 22, 2012
Aug 22, 2012 at 1:43 AM UTC
In world where there is corruption at every corner, in towns where there are certain places a black man can't go,
The mind state of a racist woman or man,
the hate will definitely show.
I Don't understand why people are racist and their parents definitely don't know what respect is,
Like a black boy that takes your daughter out to prom and holds her hand and dance the night away because her white boyfriend couldn't be true,
So you get mad at your daughter for the color she'll choose.
Racism should be dead but some whites take it to their grave,
listening to their parents in the past tell them to behave , be careful of the world, Go play and come right back,
And no matter what you do, do not talk to those **** blacks.
The Only Reason I write this is because i am dating a girl that is white And Her Adoptive mom is YOU'VE GUESSED IT - A HUGE RACIST !!!, her name is Sara Mills and she is the love of my life regardless of what any race has to say, I don't know why but its always been that skin color that i cherished the most when it came to relations
Not to further escalate the situation,
dont get me wrong i date any race of women, but only ones that give me the time of day to prove to them that all men aren't the same.
So Anybody That is Racist And Sees This , I Feel Sorry For You And I Only Hope You Find Peace In Everyone Instead Of Your Own Kind.
I Love Every Race , We should Be A One People World. :)
Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 11:52 AM UTC
Great professions
Great foundations of thy nation
To them we look up
A brainwave for every aspirant.
Beggars, unemployed
Criminals and those who are sick
Bed-ridden and with counted lives
They, who are in need.
If we look up to people
Do we also look down to others?
If we are great contenders,
Are we also great in making others feel low ?
We choose to upgrade lives
While in the stairs, our views are on pinnacle
The hub was to escalate
At times, forgetting to where we came from.
What's the point of attaining positions ?
Or even being the crest in the nation's list ?
We indeed are people with the same blood
The same dreams , yet with mixtures of line ups.
To be great , one must serve
Great leaders starts from being great servants
For He who saved us became a servant first
He didn't boast His power and authority
He didn't look down to others
Instead, He lived with them
To those who are oppressed ,
Abused and neglected
By the ever-judging society,
You are the God's centre .
We must have the eye
To see things the way He sees them
The heart that feels
With compassion and sympathy* to others.
Love God
Love others
Show mercy and care.
7/9/14 (@xirlleelang)
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 11:56 PM UTC
Into the back of any thoughts it simply had gone
those penetrating words Nuclear War!
Also spoken a nuclear winter that followed
not since nineteen ninety two.
Had they been uttered with such meaning
with it a real threat leaning!
Footage of Hiroshima seemed distant images
but many countries have the weapon!
A real peril is no longer mere speculation
each with their known instability!
Without morality to hold their actions back
they'd have no qualms but attack!
Tensions are running ever closer to danger levels
as the irresponsibility explodes!
Even a limited nuclear war could easily escalate
into billions of human deaths!
Obliterated from a once green fertile surface!
to an ash covered uninhabitable place!
Maybe the few could survive along with the cockroaches!
Is this man's inevitable fate?
The Foureyed Poet.
Dec 30, 2011
Dec 30, 2011 at 7:47 AM UTC
I wake to find
An aching in the grey
My plans in disarray
My peace of mind
Shattered by the fray
A scene from yesterday
Callow and kind
Innocent and blind
Reason enough to stay
So far behind
Intention lost in time
Now too afraid to stray
*Set me free - set me free
Set me free - set me free
been such a long time coming
I forgot that I've been running
Set me free - set me free
Set me free - set me free
I've no desire to stay
so i'm stepping out to find a better way*
So sick and tired
Of all that is mundane
Numbing out my brain
Unable to explain
Confined to single lane
Borderline insane
I’ll shed my skin
stop sinking in the shame
of my alleged sin
so stretched and thin
can’t wait to leave
but where do I begin?
*Set me free - set me free
Set me free - set me free
been such a long time coming
I forgot that I've been running
Set me free - set me free
Set me free - set me free
I've no desire to stay
so i'm stepping out to find a better way*
A twinge of excitement, unfamiliar and queer
begins to escalate, and weaken my knees
I feel it spread beneath my bodies veneer
taking control like a delightful disease
Pretty soon I’m overcome by the feeling
of an electrifying sense of unease
with every sense within writhing and reeling
I get up and start to reach for my keys
My luck is changing, and its hard to explain
the little trickle is becoming a flood
I start to let go of the heartache and pain
The very thought begins to quicken my blood
No longer brittle, strong enough to spurn - my
loathsome memories evaporate fast
So with a smile upon my face I turn
and raise my finger in salute to the past
*Set me free - set me free
Set me free - set me free
been such a long time coming
I forgot that I've been running
Set me free - set me free
Set me free - set me free
I've no desire to stay
so i'm stepping out to find a better way*
(c) bazookio 2014
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 3:39 AM UTC
i found an old picture of us
i swear it's perfection
i wish that i could recapture that moment
we were happy together
can we be like that again?
i would love nothing more
than to be in your arms
to kiss your lovely face
but later i guess
not now
we can still be happy
from afar
i love your hugs
but they don't last long enough
how long is long enough
i just want things to escalate
but not quickly
at a steady pace
first you'll hold my hand
then you'll peck my cheek
and so on??
sometimes you talk too much
and i want to kiss you so you'll shut up
sometimes silence is enough
i'm comfortable with you
Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 11:15 PM UTC
This might escalate too much for you
But I promise to wait for you
I think we both know what's on my mind
The words are there, they're just hard to find
Don't give up on me
And I won't give up on you
I'm taking my time, hold on tight
I hope you don't mind if it takes all night
There's something that I can't get through
And it's the thought of losing you
I'm sorry that I took so long
Even if I said it wrong
There's no hurry, you don't have to answer yet
But I will worry if your mind forgets
This might take us all our lives
But I will try to get it right
For what it should and should never be
I'll promise you if you'll promise me
Don't give up on me
And I won't give up on you
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 12:06 AM UTC
I know you
like the last step
in a staircase:
enshrouded in darkness.
I slowly stretch a brave leg across
the unknown dimensions;
do I relieve myself
with another familiar step?
Or do I brace myself
for the cold, naked floor?
Do I leave the routine journey
to step into a world extrinsic?
What will happen if I dare be brave;
will my foot sink through the transparent tier
to tumble aimlessly through the void,
screaming curses at my misplaced courage?
I just don't know anymore;
balancing my leg in the still air--
the temptation to pirouette
shakily and ascend anxiously.
To escalate the last step,
I find to be much easier;
My strength carries me forwards
as the light receives me warmly.
But down below,
in the shadows' taunting musings,
I cannot put faces to the voices
that call me into their reckless abandon.
I know you
like the last step
in a staircase,
faceless amorphous Guile;
your voice... indelible.
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 12:33 AM UTC
Inside me is a cold war,
too afraid to escalate;
hushed battles
thought but unspoken
leave halves of broken things -
your opposing half
unheard of, unmade.
Inside me is a novel,
unabridged and
maybe ten stories thick
of insults and hideous truths
leaking from my brain
going, to you, unnoticed -
my thoughts unheard, unsaid.
Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 11:52 AM UTC