"escalates" poems
*
The poor get poorer,
The rich get richer.
In some cases it’s a debate
harsh situations Fluctuate
When money speaks, power escalates.
Sometimes…
The poor gets tougher,
The rich gets fragile against danger.
Often times…
Harsh situations make us stronger,
Easy life makes us weaker.
*
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 12:46 AM UTC
Not the unhappy everyone talks about.
Not just the lonely unhappy.
Not just the unaccomplished/unmotivated unhappy.
Not just the loveless unhappy.
Not just the careless unhappy.
Not just the “let down” unhappy.
I wish there was a way to better exert the meaning of what I’m feeling.
It’s the unhappy that makes me ***** before each occasion.
It’s the unhappy that makes me want to sink into the walls.
I want to break glass, break bone, break the unbreakable.
I want to rip and scratch.
Skin, lips, paper.
It’s like a downward spin that sometimes leaves me pleased…
and other times incredibly hollowed.
There aren’t any solid memories that explain why I’ve gotten so sad.
I do remember when it started though, or at least when I was old enough to understand it was not a good feeling.
Five.
Five years old.
Sitting alone in the heater room where my “tea table” was set up.
Tweety bird tea set.
I remember thinking about grown-ups and all that they do.
I remember not wanting to be a child anymore.
I’d get mad when someone interrupted my thoughts.
That was the first time I remember being depressed.
I’ve been depressed since,
but depression is a very small part of unhappiness…
or whatever it is that’s been sloshing around in my gut since age five.
All I know is that it escalates.
It always has and now I’m very afraid that it always will.
Oct 26, 2012
Oct 26, 2012 at 11:19 PM UTC
two visions collide
your hand in mine
you asked if you could see me
end of the night
going against time
frozen gaze
our touch escalates
i asked you to kiss me
you asked if you could please me
prayer hands tattooed on your neck
i caressed with no regrets
now i’m on my knees as if i’m praying
but instead you receive
i see you in my dreams
you cradled my face and reminded me i was beautiful
fusion
optical conclusions
it’s crystal from this point on
maybe this won’t last
but for now it’s not gone
residue from you tattooed on my soul
it helped me to bloom
you’re etched in my imagination
blue hues always lead me to you
it feels electric
my heart beats for you
for now anyway
Apr 9, 2022
Apr 9, 2022 at 1:03 PM UTC
The oppressive yellow filth
forces its way in.
Takes over the green blanket.
Ignoring it’s a sin.
A casual passerby,
views this unwanted war.
Discord versus conformity.
An everyday chore.
Calling in reinforcements.
Escalates to chemical warfare.
The cruel inhumanity,
because we couldn't share.
A fight for cleanliness,
and a fight for purity.
A useless endeavor.
A wasteful battle of immaturity.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 7:44 PM UTC
I hear my children
I listen
I care
Why won't you listen when I cry?
Why won't you listen?
Do you feel the ground moving?
Can you not hear me?
Can you not feel the vibrations?
Where are you all going to go when winter comes and the cold harsh reality of not having a dwelling settles in?
Who will you ask for help from then?
Will they listen?
Will they care?
Will they let you close
To their fire
Or will you freeze?
Alone,
With no one
No one to care about what war you fought
What you have done to save them
How hard you work at home
How you suffer in silence
Because you can't fly your flag!?
If you could just be you and stand up again! Be the soldier at home
To protect those you love and care about!
Be color blind!
Be deaf to the vile words!
Watch the theft and stop it
With kindness
Before it escalates!
Know that everyone has hard choices
To make to keep their kin alive!
But because you are mean
With your harsh words
You must be fighting somewhere...right?
Are you ready to fight at home?
Let me tell you
BLACK and BLUE does not need to be anyones skin color of the day!
Those colors do not look good on
Any family membor or friend!
Vile words hurt worse
They cut a person down
They replay in our heads
Until we go crazy!
At times that we need strength
Those emotional scars never leave us...
They take up space
In our heads and
Our hearts and even in our souls
They turn us into mean people
Who hurt others
Broken people have sharp edges
Handled improperly
Leaves nothing but
Hurt
Continuing to hurt each other is not the answer anyone is looking for
Maybe it used to be
We can not continue
Not anymore!
Not in 2017
Not now in 2018
Not later
No
Never
Ever
Again!
We need to
STOP!
Stop fighting each other
Start making our world
A great place to live in
Again!
Not just everyone out for themselves!
Our Mother Earth loves us
That is why we have the privilege
Of being alive on THIS PLANET!
Just keep that in mind next time you want to hurt someone else
The pen can be mightier then the sward but it still comes at a price
What are YOU willing to pay?
Will it be your family
Or your friends
Or how about
Your life?
Are the prices we pay too high?
Yes.
So be kind!
Put yourself
In their shoes
Even if
Just
For
A day!
Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 2:01 PM UTC
kitty has come out to play
her whiskers detect the yearning trembles
her nose smells the fragrance of lust
am i your **** cheetah?
the spots inky, the fur lustrous
the paws aching and alive
the eyes full of thirst
i purr with the twitch of your skin
my teeth scrape
my tongue salivates
my heart beat escalates
my ***** pulsate
my claws absorb you
my lean mean enraptures,
takes over.
don't move,
kitty wants to play.
she'll make you purr
before the night is through
Feb 29, 2012
Feb 29, 2012 at 9:44 PM UTC
It is not unusual that at some point in our lives we will have to deal with a tense encounter where words will be exchanged in an environment of anger with others. Usually there is one person who is in less control of himself and poses a greater risk to harm the other. How do you defuse the situation? How do you calm someone who is angry? First, talk with a low calm voice. Secondly, show them your white teeth (smile), if possible. And don't look them directly in the face. These three suggestions are predicated on the fact that they are all non-engaging and have a tendency to calm or reduce tension from the aggravated party.
It all starts by using the wrong words, or the right words interpreted the wrong way by the offended party. This escalates potentially becoming a provocation by someone who is incensed or upset over a matter. Angry words then usually follow. Depending on how you handle things, will determine whether you succeed to defuse the situation or not. And sometimes, just sometimes, friendship regains that upper hand. This is the best case scenario which everyone could only want.
I tried to capture all this with a short Haiku that now follows:
**a word, provoking
angry words are now exchanged
smiles come, peace remains**
As an interesting afterthought, a person once shared with me his unusual approach he himself uses to avoid getting angry. He told me whenever he feels that he is about to get angry he forces himself to laugh uncontrollably and loud that his anger not "take control of Him." He said it works. I am fortunately happy to tell you have never had a chance to test his system out.
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 4:05 PM UTC
I’ve felt lost
Like tangerines being pushed into the
Discotheque of animosity slowly murdering each other’s nebula with
Arms crossed over and eyes blazing joints among the durable and dangerous
Architectures where the faculties of the skull
No longer admit the worms of the senses
How much time may be disjointed while everyone
Takes to their wondering sky
The glass floor the rock beaten path
The somber shadow of neglect justifies
My hiding from the world somewhere
I shatter into a billion pieces and slowly the collapse remembers how it once
Felt the ugly ball of lights thrusting each beam into my skin
A metallic taste in my mouth
The groovy red liquid that makes life dependable as painted laughs
Migrate to the other side of dawn
No one hopes for anything
Let it all disintegrate into the coming rainfall
Gathering in small odd shaped holes all over the cities belly
Barbwire disguises melancholy gasps of breath
I’ve seen you in those hours where anything can happen
And it does
No longer waiting at the long table
No response no self doubt
My particles coagulate in my throat
The simple thought disappears
A night of unrest turns your skin inside out as
The violence escalates into silent picture mode
Only thirst recovering from three days of religion
And no explanation is needed
I know when all those beautiful sad laughs you send out on every
Other month finally arrive I’ll be ready to open my eyes
Hold my hands out and receive you in full
Is this your spirit?
Or the glare coming off the street lamps
Just close the door
And lose all memory of me
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 10:23 AM UTC
My shoes **** as I trudge down a seamlessly cemented road. The floor, only slightly lighter than the colour Black. Launching into the wide road where the sky more daringly shows itself, the sun, too, exhibits its colour hue. I can see the reflection of orange in you. The sound of cars are not evident but they exist. The traffic light goes green and the rhythm of its beeping escalates in what seems like less than its promised seconds. 5 steps into the humble gantry I have reached Yomiuriland Station. I buy my morning beverage for 100¥. I think of nothing in that repeated moment while fixing my eyes on the orange-reflected clock.
Mar 29, 2021
Mar 29, 2021 at 5:39 AM UTC
our relationship is a rollercoaster i never want to get off of.
the rollercoaster escalates, our love blooms;
in the same movement, the rollercoaster dips
we fall, we crumble, we scream.
suddenly, it surges upwards
we hold hands, we laugh;
we drop,
the tunnel is dark.
i reach for your hand, but no one is there.
so i sit here in the shadows, waiting for the next jolt
on the rollercoaster ride i never want to get off of.
Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 1:30 AM UTC
In the middle of all this chaos,
there is a moment of silence that captivates me.
It is the moment that I catch your eyes,
and the bliss in my cheeks are apparent to the world.
I can see the glares of desire,
they lurk past all the other bones and figures.
Even though I turn away and hide,
I have the urge for you to find me.
Just like you have found me before,
in the middle of your web.
This urge escalates to a peek out the side,
and I see your back.
You face a woman who is far better;
her curves can speak for themselves.
The chaos begins again,
but her eyes catch mine.
They say more than they mean to,
so I turn away and think to myself.
Silly little droplets of water layering in my eyes,
it overflows when there are too many.
You come and introduce me to your fiance,
and explain that I am from your past.
The disappointment makes me zone out,
past all the things I have remembered.
I am forced to forget,
and in return, regret.
There was no moment;
only memories.
Oct 14, 2012
Oct 14, 2012 at 11:28 PM UTC
Danced yesterday
After a long time
Began
From the toes
Of an Adiyathi
All of a sudden
Your toes
Materialized
In front of me
Your toes
That I wet
With
My saliva
My mind dances
Hands and legs
Join eventually
By and by
Ecstasy
Escalates
Goes berserk
With fits of frenzy
Feet
Are driven to dance
On the floor
On a leg
On a toe
That utmost moment
Thought about you
That toe
Your toe
Appeared before me
True
That I danced
On your toes yesterday
Today my body aches
I want to feed on your toes
And fall asleep
Translation : Shyma P
Apr 22, 2016
Apr 22, 2016 at 1:22 AM UTC
There’s a noose around our necks to drive out feeling,
To **** the sweetest instincts planted deep within our souls.
It’s too hard to feel, it hurts too much, so **** it –
Replacing it with lust so that we think we are alive
But we have lost it.
I think therefore I am? So said that Greek man.
Someone could likewise reason that “I feel, therefore I am”
It’s a possible conjecture but the suffering incurred
Is overboard , impossible, I cannot cope with that.
I’ll take the substitute.
This lust gives me to think I’m feeling something,
Be it money lust, drink, drugs, or sexuality or things.
Somehow, though my ego escalates, I’m feeling grand,
But my relationships are failing, flawed, I cannot understand –
I’ll take the substitute.
I’m at the bottom of the pit. I’m on the outer.
The substitute has got me. I’m in isolated rink.
It’s living hell. My friends are gone, and everything is bad.
I cannot cope with this. I need some love. There’s none around.
I’ll take the substitute.
I’ll take the substitute.
I’ll take the substitute.
I’ll take the substitute.
This is hell.
God, where are You?
“I’m right here.”
“I took the substitute.”
"I know."
"It's finished me."
"I know."
"Help me."
“Will you take Me now?”
“I sure don’t want the substitute any more.”
“Will you take Me now?”
“Yes.”
“You believe Me now?”
“Yes.”
“Do you believe that I love you?”
“Yes”
“Do you understand, I did the substitution for you?”
“On the Cross?”
“That’s it.”
“I believe you.”
“Do you trust Me in all respects?”
“It’s either You or the other substitute?”
“It’s either Me or the other substitute.”
“I’d rather trust You.”
“Come then. I love you.
Walk with Me and I’ll restore your deeply broken heart.
You are My child. Draw ever closer, never to depart.
Revive yourself in Me. My Words will give you back your Life.
I’m your blood brother, at your back when problem scenes are rife.
My Spirit, Truth, empowers you in strife.”
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 10:21 PM UTC
We grew up
Quickly
Wishing to be older
Wanting nothing more
Than freedom
16 meant driver's license
18 meant cigarettes
And 21 was left for liquor
For gambling
And finally calling yourself
A grown up
It was his birthday
A few weeks ago
The age
We spend our whole lives
Waiting to be
And he came so close
To being it
21
It has been
Half a year
Since his leaving
So abrupt in its presence
Death has a way
Of shaking you
Waking you up
Only to have you fall back asleep
Again
And forget about it
It's hard to remember someone is gone
When you don't see them
Everyday
Loss is funny like that
21
You look through the texts
On your phone
Years back
You didn't know him well
But you knew him
And past tense feels strange
Knowing these kinds of things
Are permanent
21
Your best friend
Introduced you
That night in September
Spent filling lungs with smoke
I think it was a high holiday
The four of you
Laughing over nothing
The irony of it all
Kills me
21
She loved him
Still does
21
Taking hits
Escalates
Into much more
One time
Is all it takes
21
It is his birthday
The first
Without him here
He can finally do
All of the things
We've been doing for years
In secret
In hushed voices
And in hiding from our parents
Except now it is legal
Now it is allowed
Now it is okay
But it is not okay
He is 21
And he is not here
To celebrate
He is 21
And his mother
Is pouring a glass of wine
Alone
He is 21
And his birthday wishes
Sound more like condolences
There are words of grief
Instead of cheers
His facebook
Is a collection of memories
And emotions
He will not be forgotten
We swear
21
We grew up
Wishing to be older
Wanting nothing more
Than freedom
Age may not liberation
But neither
Is death
21
Make sure
To have a drink
For him.
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 6:03 PM UTC
Crowd begins to rustle
Lights begin to dim
Performers begin to sweat
The curtain fades
The noise of the audience fade
The first act music-student's courage fades
He focuses on the notation sheet
Stage lights focus on him
Spectators focus on the teenager
He plays the first downbow note
The crowd listens to him
Lights shine, never faltering
-
Multitude begins to grow impatient
Lasers begin to blink on
Pop stars begin to nod at each other
The darkness on the stage fades
Distraction fades from the crowd
Sweat on the band's hands fade
She focuses on the expanse of people
Yellow lights focus on all of them
The sea of people focus on the song
Bassist plays the intro
Die-hard fans listen to the heartthrob
Strobe lights shine, excitement escalates
-
Big finale performed by the orchestra
People shiver in their seats
Wood stage vibrates
The curtains are drawn
Listeners sated, their scores are a draw
Philharmonic members draw smiles
Assembly gives a standing ovation
Each student gives a triumphant bow
Curtains give way
Backstage, the people laugh
Stage director laughs from relief
Congregation laughs from witty student's last remark
-
Last verse of fulfilling song performed by band
Top section shivers from air conditioner
Big speakers vibrate on last note
Projector screens are drawn
Crowds draw their phones for selfies
Drummer draws his experience on notebook
Spectators give shouts of, "Encore!"
Band members give their farewell
Coliseum gives back lights
Pianist laughs recalling his slip
Volunteers laugh from crowd's reaction
Fans laugh at guitarist signing for them
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 11:21 PM UTC
Track my blood as it explores my veins,
Breathe my breath as it escalates through my trachea,
Close your eyes as I close mine
And forget to see,
Because I no longer want to see you.
Screech of unwieldiness!
I searched but did not find,
I tried but did not succeed.
You used me for fleshly fulfillment,
And I used nothing but your gentle caress.
You, quasi-embodiment of yourself!
How dare you ignore me now?
And my eyes still dare to embrace your body in amor.
Mi amor, te has ido,
Pero en este mundo de imbeciles,
Prefiero tu imbecilidad a la de cualquier otro imbecil.
May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 7:55 AM UTC
When pain escalates, your mind excavates
It entertains and agitates the best of your worst thoughts
Thinking while you sink
Sinking while your mind attaches links to other links which create memories
Vile memories that participate in your habit to erase them
To remove them
By ripping them from your mind with force
Using the high of that blatant eight ball as your source
When pain escalates, your mind begins to deteriorate
As you ligate your mind frame with a plateau of mistakes
A gust of emptiness floats uninvited through derailed spaces
Generating issues on top of issues
Imminently transforming you
Fabricating you as two addicts in one body
Two addicts in one mind
Two addicts in one soul
The mind excavates on the level of your thoughts
It digs deep
By means of unique technique
It leaves your heart weak
Like a fading light in the middle of the dark
It'll pull out your distress with raised instructions of defeat
Then attaches a link that involves a ghost that sets your mind a bit free
A bit free, a little empty
The voices go quiet for a time
Your heart can now slow down as your mind continues to unwind
The high of it all makes your body want more
Reaching into your subconscious
Making you believe you need more to be cured
Sinking while you think, your mind provides solutions
Excavating while you sleep, your heart decaying from contortions
Contortions happening in your mind and soul
Contortions that have the ability to leave you body a bit sore
Masking the fears of this uneventful detour
Cause when pain escalates, the mind excavates
It entertains and agitates the best of your worst thoughts
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 1:14 PM UTC
Coming home from war
I feel the weight above my chin.
I need some water.
Though I’ve forgotten how to swim.
I often wonder,
What the future has in store.
When does this horror end?
When will the healing begin?
No ones calling.
Now I’m buried alive.
And Every second is agony.
My body’s aching,
And I’m another day older…
I should just end it once and for all.
Smile like nothing’s wrong.
Hide behind those loving eyes.
I don’t know how much more obvious,
I can make this cry for help known.
But there’s no lighthouse to guide me home.
No one seems to notice,
Or seems to care at all..
Time goes by and the pain escalates
Then I’m another day older…
I’m sorry I couldn’t be strong
To keep going on.
Sep 28, 2025
Sep 28, 2025 at 9:39 AM UTC
SHE BLOWS ME AWAY
with every breath
that she takes
it’s like some sort of drug
and my heart
it escalates
who could have known
that we’d get to this place
everything
feels so right
my chest is so tight
Do you feel the same?
or am I just insane
there’s something about you
that makes all the pain
go away
and I can’t believe I’m saying this
but I think
you’re right for me
together we
could stop it all
the pain
the shame
everything will just
go away
let’s go away
I know you will protect me
and keep me
safe from harm
and at night I’ll be warm
laying side by side
with my head resting on your arm
the nightmares will subside
if only for tonight
I finally get a rest
from this fight
as you hold me so tight
****
I’ve fallen in love again.
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 12:57 AM UTC
I am mad, so mad to the point that my seething anger can be seen and felt by the red in my cheeks. I feel like I am about to burst, because my heart is pounding, continuously increasing it's pace. There is a mild throbbing at the back of my head and I feel it ever quicken and deepen as my rage becomes painfully noticeable. I wince, and that calms me down a little. The feeling of physical pain caused by an emotion as simple as anger can lead to an immediate calming effect. But I can no longer be calm because I am mad again. The rage I have in me is so strong that I am unable to let out a single word.
Not even a shout or scream or squeal of frustration. My chest feels like it may give up on me and explode, causing my heart to break apart my ribcage and skin and fall out into the open.
The smallest trickle of tears fall down my cheeks and my loathe for sadness only escalates my wrath. But as the tears continue to fall, I give in to it-
Becoming the vulnerable, sad little girl that had tried to be angry and was ready to burst, only to be consumed by misery and guilt once more.
I collapse into a heap onto the ground and turn my head so it faces the floor, wetting the surface with my tears and heavy gasps of hopelessness.
Oct 13, 2013
Oct 13, 2013 at 8:28 PM UTC
Maybe I could walk a tightrope
Even when the strings all broke
And maybe I wouldnt fall
And maybe I didn't have to lose it all
Maybe I didn't have to dive so deep
Deeper than six feet
Maybe then someone could hear my screams
Maybe this time someone will save me
Maybe I'll learn to escape
As everything escalates
Maybe I can save my self
For I can't see anyone else
Maybe I'll wake up anew
With the sky so blue
And all the grays I've ever known
Fading away
For the sunshine is here to stay
But for now I'll walk my tightrope
As all the other strings break
But I'll do whatever it takes
To walk my way
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 1:48 PM UTC
If I had something inspiring on my mind don't you think that I would've written it by now
I love being a writer but sometimes it gets me down
The pressure escalates like the water in the everglades to top myself, like pulling miracles out of my head is a miraculous act
I can't turn water into wine And I can't turn stacks of hay into clever punchlines
I guess what I'm trying to say, like Dr. Mccoy is that I'm a writer not a magician
I can only take what myself and others have gone through, and turn it into something relatable, that maybe just maybe someone will take something positive out of what was written
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 12:25 PM UTC
There lies on the pavement
a heap of flesh unperturbed
mouth widely agape
two eyes stare blankly to the noon sun
the naked body immune from
the scalding hot asphalt
while flies buzzed like vultures
sensing death, anticipating it
Soon now, the body whispered
as if begging death to come
or to end its slow parade
poverty's gauntlet of pain
there is no pain now
the body seized to recognize it
a long time ago
there are now only scars
of half deluded questions
a mirage of lofty thoughts
justice, compassion, humanity
which are also dying
the sun hid behind the dark clouds
feet scuttle about
the noise escalates and rapidly flew
and the staccato of rain drops
filled the air as if announcing
death is not coming today
and the body cried
Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 1:28 AM UTC
Gone before tomorrow
Is the fellow who insists
That the day of his retirement
Is the workday he resists.
Where he pulls the plug on having
An excuse to leave his bed,
Which escalates the likelyhood
That , perhaps, he’ll soon be dead.
Because...
To lose the joy of purpose
Is to lose the will to try
And when the spirit of endeavour's gone
The soul begins to die.
So do yourself a favour son
Recant on how you play...
Excorcise retirement
And live another day.
Enjoy the flow of living
With purpose at it’s hub
And magnify the meaningful
Yea brother... that’s the rub!
Marshalg
Magnifying the meaningful@the Bach
Mangere Bridge
24 January 2011
Jan 23, 2011
Jan 23, 2011 at 6:24 PM UTC