"evaluates" poems
Deplorable and horrible;
Despicable, abhor-able;
It reiterates, evaluates,
Desiccates, and exacerbates . . .
It never fails, to fall too short,
But always fails as a support . . .
In an attempt to be freed, it misleads to bad deeds
And creates a hunger -- vacuous,
Yet, impossible to feed.
It chases the light away,
And it longs to be alone.
So I am so ashamed to say,
That in my skull,
It found its home.
So I'll fight and fight against it,
. . . But I'll always lose the battle.
It seems that even as I trudge ahead,
That somehow I still straggle.
It is the artist, I am the instrument.
Like a light bulb to its filament.
Every day I'm at the bottom,
Forced to climb back up the hill again.
But I think the day has come . . .
When I've finally stopped walking.
I've reached a door that can’t be opened,
And decided to stop knocking . . .
It's me and who I've become;
It's my actions and what I've done . . .
So, as much as I despise it,
It seems my brain, and I, are one.
Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 3:12 AM UTC
Man enters the tavern
Claps down some cash and outbursts ;
'Thirsty Things Firstly !'
The barman evaluates his condition
And provides a session brew
Man tilts toward potential company
(a ferrety bloke in the shadows)
"Pull up that stack of milk crates
And halve a heart with me"
(he earns a quick friend
in a tolerant stranger)
Soon fellow gaspers fill out the gloom
And an eve of humour descends
Though soon upending
Gourds downed the gullet
Sunk ugly into the scene
The tippling wit drags the night
to the Slurry Pit
things turn Psychologically Rugged
his Mates soon round on him
bulldozing at the Elbows
saying he's a Cheapskate
they Berate him with rigorous Rattleprat
he's been goated with the Cain's mark
they tousle his crown malicious
Thorough in his cups and eaves
he mumbles and leaves
heaving up bile words
unheard
gurgle
over
his
shoulder
outside is dark and harsh
Outside the whole wild world does wail and weary
drunkenly
he sings to match its melancholy
but sadness lifts with his altered view
he sees 'a flock of moons' weigh down the sky
and natures churn
makes a phosphorescent stew of it all
... decay
to lifes' celebration
Jun 27, 2022
Jun 27, 2022 at 9:04 PM UTC
*
Heart is blind without the mind to imagine
Yet the Heart is alive and it beats that speaks our soul
Heart does not function alone
But it's the Center of it all.
Our mind unites the five senses*
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*The mind process what it hears
The mind creates what it sees
The mind evaluates what it smells
The mind appraises what it tastes
The mind senses whatever the body touches
The mind is only a machine without its core.*
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*Heart and Mind connect
Because it's the most important to protect
It's a bond that is part of us ever since we were born*
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* It beats our fear
It beats our pain
It beats our sorrow
Our heart is our soul It beats our excitement
Where emotions are stored It beats our pleasure
It beats our passion
It beats our love*
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*It speaks in silence
The mind only speaks what the heart tells
They communicate with a language that is unknown
The mind is neither good nor evil
But the heart is capable of being good or evil
The heart is capable of anything that speaks our nature
Even if your heart is dark as the darkest night
Another heart will give flame to start a light
A flame that will serve as light in your darkest night*
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 9:54 AM UTC
Surrounded by demons and ghouls on every side
their evil surrounds me
they gnash their teeth and sharpen their claws\
they wreak havoc and despair
but still my halo grows
and from it i can see the tranquility of the innocence
inside of the paradox of despair
inside of the pandoras box of congeniality
surrounded within a maze inside of the conciousness of the unknown which re evaluates
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 3:59 PM UTC
whenever i feel empty,
I try to evaluate myself,
much like how a student evaluates
the questions before skimming for the answers.
fill in the blanks,
the tiny crevices made by sadness,
the cracks and gaps of loneliness;
help me and fill them out with human company.
fill in the blanks;
sheets of paper, empty,
an untouched screen, the faint humming of a computer,
the pens and pencils, neat and free from human activity.
fill them in; draw and draw until your mind begs to stop;
write and write until the words don't make sense;
I've been trying to do so much
just to make sure that gaping hole of pure, slow, and excruciating loneliness and depression gets temporarily covered.
I've been trying to fill in the blanks in my life since day one.
It seems like it'll never work.
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 10:19 AM UTC
2 months ago I said I might love him.
I might love his mind.
The way he evaluates everything,
Logically, as if emotions aren't for making decisions.
I thought I loved the curve of his spine
And the muscles in his back
I thought I loved the way he looked when he played basketball
And how he screams right before he laughs.
I might have thought to love his caring touch,
When holding a baby sister named Chloe,
Or taking care of his geckos.
Or making sure the people he loved were happy,
Buying toaster stroodles when the girl he liked craved them,
Covering and healing broken hearts and old scars,
Saying he was in love.
Just not with me.
But if I loved him then I would miss him right?
I would be lying in bed wondering how I messed up,
Trying to figure out what I did wrong.
Depression would cave in
Obsession would break through
And everyone would be asking
"What the hell happened to you?"
But to me, it just didn't work out.
If I loved you that would make me upset
The secrets, the hiding, I'd be angry.
But I just don't care.
This is new.
Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 3:16 AM UTC
You wanna **** what the ****
You're starting to sound like Blanca
The mother of my son
You really think that's what I'm looking for
You got things twisted, sloppy unlike before
I'm original not subliminal, can you copy?
It's amazing yet disappointing
How the world thinks, feels, and evaluates
It's not about incriminating
It's about reincarnating dead souls
Giving life not taking it & destroying it
If you're out to mislead I'll make you bleed
Scream your lungs out with deadly shouts
Until your voiceless, ******* with my beloved
You crossed the line and done it all
You devour my precious lady &
You'll witness a vicious killer cold & shady
She's strong and potentially vital
Spiral wordly elements, into my spiritual twin
Take her down too, and you're best be a fool
Worst mistake you ever do, cuz I'm clever
You stopped me but stop her punk player &
Your dead meat, in the ******* street
I'm serious not delirious evil ***** I'd switch
Like a sudden twitch don't flinch ***** wimp
I'd love by far too long to see this happen
Don't make me come out raw start clapping
Whacking smacking busters on the ground
This the devil's playground war battlegrounds
To my love **** all you want, not interested
I thought you'd be my one of a kind
I guess was stupid *** **** blind
Waiting for something that's been hit hard
Pounded cat, with nasty baseball bats
You let rats, come in and attack your temple
Keep them, **** them, love them,
I don't care about them, I'll ****** them
But it's okay that's you now I must settle
Into sorrows reality and despair
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 7:11 PM UTC
The Awoken,
catatonic coma; depressive crash
eyes open, blank stare
I hear; 'Is she awake?'
I was never asleep, I mutter.
no one hears me.
I'm none compliant, yet
fully lucid
my brain turns over scripts
my lips remain mute.
The Watcher,
observing, all senses stimulated
I hear;
the woodpecker in the garden
the kettle whistling downstairs
I see;
mother, doctor, grandmother, dog
the artificial light as dawn rises
I taste;
the metal on my tongue - 'I think the Lithium is working...' the doctor evaluates
I smell;
the dogs breath, he sleeps beside me
last nights family supper, grandma made roast lamb
I feel;
the heavy weight of blankets piled
the needle in my hand as I'm fed through a drip
I ache;
muscles as knotted as my esothagus
my weight sinking into the mattress where bones & sores rub
my ribs form a concave dark magic
it needs expelling
weakness isn't my friend anymore
I stare;
sedatives cloud me
the electroconvulsive therapy shocks
and yet, after
you're still, somber, forgetful
ghostly
you just lie there
time isn't even a concept
as night brings day, day brings night
it's all you know
Hands touch skin stretched tightly
over protruding bones
I'm on my back now
my only company; the ceiling
not even the canopy of stars I once gazed at with joy
not forgetting Muse, he rests beside me still
it's hard to breathe
I simply slip away,
again.
© Sia Jane
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 6:20 PM UTC
your perfect intentions
to cast me away
confirms the definition
or reason I must stay
your every ammunition
unique in difference
creates a common solution
of why I banded distance
stirs the *** left handed
evaluates ambivilance
all the flaws were blinded
causing a bit of inference
now here we stand
in value of a love we share
come and take my hand
our wound has been repaired
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 5:34 PM UTC
When I look to the night sky
When I look to the night sky
Leaving the panic world behind
In the dominion of starry nigh
I travel to the galaxies so high
Stars are dim in the moon light
Goddess Moon is on the throne
Her majesty is on the height
And the surrounding glows bright
Every star has its cosmic world
Too different than the earth
Which looks pensive and absurd?
As no groans and pains are heard
All are busy in their specific role
And they never fatigue
To locate their concerned goal
Neither they stay nor they stroll
I was in the romantic shroud
But the groans of my world
Explodes the balmy veil of cloud
When someone calls my name aloud
To a Butterfly
O' short lived butterfly
Ye live forever in the dale of beauty
Spreading about the rainbow of colours
Thy honeydew makes saline moments
Of the spectator, sweet and manna
When thy reflection in his eyes
Gets a forever protection…
Monarch like expedition do you make
From country to country
Crossing the boarders of brooks
Meadows, deserts and spiky paths
And occupy the states of gloomy hearts
Diurnal ye are as a man
But stop! There's a wide gulf
Ye console the weary heart in the long run
He grants weary heart to the consoled one
Materialism….
He is not just a countryman of mine
Even we have a same boundary line
But many years turned into history
Our looks remain a part of mystery
Hunter…
To brothel Cyprian goes
And priest to the Church
What's there for them
They are in search
Tis' a Chance that evaluates
In the game of luck and doom
There is crash there is boom
Some win without action
Some actions lack reaction
Some fall in exertion
Some succeed in desertion
Some defeat in holding seat
Some triumph in their beat
Tis' a chance that evaluates
Success and defeat are just baits
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 9:29 AM UTC
"She writes poetry out of every little thing in life,
From silly chats to ramdom smiles,
She evaluates every little emotion inside of people's heart,
And then composes lovely antholgy of harmonies,
She spills magical tea every where she goes,
Leaving behind the traces of her ingratiatory existence,
She turns everything, that she kisses, into a masterpiece,
And whispers like the thumbelina;
"You're beautiful" in every single aching ear,
She smells like fair roses;
So pure, dreamy, elusive and rare,
You'll confess the charisma too
Once you see it yourself;
That she's a true enchantress, savior, heroine
And most of all, a living poem herself."
~ fvtimvh18
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 11:20 AM UTC
you find solace in the bed sheets
as the sun shines through the blinds
the sleepy state you awake to
asks you to give positivity a try
you turn over and clutch onto
a pillow
for dear life
she finds aggravation in a headache
and a sickening taste in her mouth
she curls her body into a ball
as she re-evaluates her life
she rolls over adorably
wrapping herself around his body
as if it might save her life
or so you wish,
truthfully
you both find a new home in the bed sheets
but don't want to face the day
sleep until noon
i wish she stayed
i wish he stayed
i wish we stayed
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 8:07 PM UTC
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Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 2:50 PM UTC
Deplorable and horrible; Despicable, abhorable;
It reiterates, evaluates, desiccates, and exacerbates.
It never fails to fall too short, but always fails as a support
In an attempt to be freed, it misleads to bad deeds
And creates a hunger -- vacuous, yet impossible to feed.
It chases the light away and it longs to be alone.
And I am so ashamed to say, that in my skull it found its home.
So I will fight and fight against it, but I will always lose the battle.
I have found that even as I trudge ahead, that somehow I still straggle.
It is the artist, I am the instrument. Like a light bulb to its filament.
Every day I am at the bottom, forced to climb back up the hill again.
But I think the day has come... when I have finally stopped walking.
I have reached a door that can’t be opened, and have decided to stop knocking.
It is me and who I have become; it is my actions and what I have done.
And as much as I despise it, it seems my brain and I are one.
I will tuck myself away, lock the door and here I will stay.
I am right where I belong, hidden by darkness and dismay.
I will mingle with the dark, and the beasts that vanish come the day,
Because I seem to fit right in where the rest of the monsters play.
Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 11:39 PM UTC
Burning with an eternally educated mind.
Expressing her expansive thoughts with experience but not enthusiasm.
Enchanted by her eyes and energy to emphatise with excrements.
I hope she evaluates this a day in May.
Evidence of affection as the words he knows grows empty.
The extra effort and eager exitement from this enthusiastic male from Norway.
Her name is Ellie May.
Expressing my emotions to this damsel West of Maine.
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 2:46 PM UTC
Don't wait
Don't wait
It must be heard
She truly loved
And you did
You must not stand
You must not give up
As she said a word
She did not love you
Get up, get up
Work hard ,be the best
Pray to your God
Who has the hearts
Obey his orders
You will get her heart again
If you want her
You must be her hero
You must ride the difficult
To be only her dream
who carries her on white horse
flying wide ,wide at hight heaven
You must dive into deep
To get the pearl she evaluates
Who is in the fact the pearl?
Who beat the other by brilliant?
Who can call you are intelligent?
The pearl is her
The pearl is here
at he spirit
When she put it on,
Who is the smart?
When she took it off,
The pearl get no charm
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 3:13 AM UTC
Nothing can erase the pain we feel,
It's nothing in comparison to the pain we deal.
We'd much rather hold this feeling near,
So we can remember how it felt to upset those we hold dear.
There comes a time when one evaluates ones self worth,
To revise all that ones done since their birth.
We've done amazing things, but the good never outweigh the bad
No matter how much we smile, there is no hiding that we are sad.
We wear glasses to hide our tired weeping eyes,
We put on that fake smile and wear it as our disguise.
The hardest part of being strong, Is no one asks if you're okay,
We know deep down there isn't enough on this Earth that we could say.
Are you okay?
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 6:18 AM UTC
When I feel
my life is meaningless,
I remind myself
it is my responsibility
to make meaning of my experiences
by doing philosophy:
which clarifies
my aspirations and values,
which evaluates my experiences
in comparison to my aspirations and values,
which discovers wisdom
about what I can do
to improve my situation
to achieve my purpose: joy and happiness;
then my life is meaningful!
Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 4:52 AM UTC
Street light's red
He fondles his girl
She appreciates his touch
Love is in the air tonight
The ****** tension is unbearable
They cannot wait to get home
To explore each other's bodies in bed
Street light's amber
The car behind honks its horn
He is caught off guard
His girl gets up to look out of the sunroof
Her denim shorts rest against his face
He is distracted by her glamour
Street light's green
He slams his foot down on the pedal
The engine revs and the vehicle jerks forward
He hasn't even grabbed the wheel yet
His girl loses her balance and falls into him
His hands knock the wheel
The car swerves into the intersection
He curses and tries to gain control of the car
His girl tries to regain her balance
But a semi ploughs into the vehicle from the left
The vehicle is tipped onto its side and scrapes against the street
His girl screams and tries to get back inside
Another car speeds by in panic and it hits his girl
Her head is ripped off by the impact
He is knocked unconscious
Their foolishness caused this scene
Sirens ring in the distance
He regains his consciousness and climbs out of the wreck
He evaluates the damages to figure out the costs
But he stumbles upon a sight which will haunt him to this day
The body of his girl spread out and mutilated by the crash
Her blood pours out of her neck and pools in the street
This night was to end in splendour
Yet their actions only resulted in misery
Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 10:30 PM UTC
Don't wait
Don't wait
It must be heard
She truly loved
And you did
You must not stand
You must not give up
As she said a word
She did not love you
Get up, get up
Work hard ,be the best
Pray to your God
Who has the hearts
Obey his orders
You will get her heart again
If you want her
You must be her hero
You must ride the difficult
To be her only dream
who carries her on white horse
flying wide ,wide at thiet heaven
You must dive into deep
To get the pearl she evaluates
Who is in the fact the pearl?
Who beat the other by brilliant?
Who can call you are intelligent?
The pearl is her
The pearl is here
at he spirit
When she put it on,
Who is the smart?
When she took it off,
The pearl get no charm
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 4:25 AM UTC