"exhaustively" poems
practicing mental gymnastics
insipid memories
seeping their way past
defensive buffers
remembering repressed poisons
as a catalyst for making
wiser decisions
lackadaisical reactions to
sharply defined parallaxes
warrant an immediate shift
fractal spectacles
the labyrinth of my innards
inhale the cosmological smoke of suggestion
words become meaningless
when repeated exhaustively
semantic satiation
slicing away at true intentions
paving the way to
false inventiveness
shallow river beds are loud
prouder than their counterparts
insecurity overshadows
a lack of faith in the faint of heart
everything worthwhile
falls apart
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 1:38 AM UTC
These pair of jeans don't fit round me,
clenching calves deceitfully,
determined to compress on me,
exhaustively I slice the seams.
Privacy, there is no need,
take my clothes let my skin breathe.
Filled with self integrity,
my freedom is my ******
Jun 17, 2010
Jun 17, 2010 at 8:58 AM UTC
I’m the worst **** in the world
No one is worse than me.
For my next bride,
I shall marry the Queen of She
Ba (Academy presents her majesty.
Nominee gushes.
Audience applauds exhaustively.)
She will manhandle me,
Liquor on her breath,
Feathers framing ******
Inflamed blossoms drenching submissions
She told me to delete
The photographs,
Even though there were many
Caught her beauty in amazing graces.
She hated me
For putting up so little struggle,
Obliterating her splendor
Indifferently.
I wanted to prove
Deserving of her love.
she dilly-dallied, distracted.
I cried pitifully, “Where’s my girlfriend?”
Chain of events to nothingness
My desolate existence
One deficit after another
Honed to fragile cutting-edge.
I wanted her to pleasure me
With subtle painful tinge.
She brilliantly found fault
Every conceivable way to blame.
She accused, “you fiddle in noodle factory.”
She was the true artist,
Dissatisfied with the sound
Of my heart beating.
You want to play hardball with the big boys?
You better show up with bulging intelligent creativity.
You complain about
Every infinitesimal gargantuan thing.
Nothing makes you happy.
I will always love you no
Matter how impossible.
Looking back,
You were an impossible chance.
Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 10:28 AM UTC
take pictures. walk to the drug store on a crisp summer night
and buy one of those old cheap cameras. carry it like you would a child.
when you smile, genuinely, take a photo. when you feel that warm touch of the sun on your face
and the wind tangling your hair into knots, take a photo. every moment
is so precious. keep these pictures until you are seventy three
and barely remember the names of the faces you once pressed your lips to.
keep them until "film" is an unknown word.
when love is coarsing fast through your veins,
wrap your hands around the source. squeeze tighter, don't stifle your breath. don't let
your words drop like anchors down your throat. don't let the world tell you
that you're not enough. love is love. it is not a hand on your thighs or the shaking afterwards.
it is not purchased in pink giftwrap. it is whatever you make it. and even though
it may not last forever, you can only pretend that
this will be the last time you ever touch. love infinitely and exhaustively.
never let anyone's opinions or decisions
put a halt to the pursuit of your own happiness. you
are the creator of this life that you own. you were born with so much potential and so much passion
that it floods out of you like rainwater. destroy the drought. you are free to be anything
you could ever dream of, and more. there are always second chances; every moment
you feel is a failiure is only a lesson in a perilous disguise. if you are sad,
do not drown yourself in your own despair. do not douse yourself
in liquor. do not keep secrets packed away in dimly lit corners. someone loves you.
I love you. there is hope in even the places that seem forlorn.
above all else, live every day as if it is your only.
take chances.
take chances.
take chances.
never pass up on an opprotunity due to fear. you may
slip up and make a faulty choice. but in the end, your heaviest regrets
will be not getting into that car. not kissing the girl with the beautiful blonde hair.
not hugging someone goodbye, or calling them to tell them you love them in the peak of morning.
every second is more precious than money can label.
stop dragging yourself from the grasp of your sheets when you wake with a sigh- rise even earlier
to see the lavender sky and smile because you're alive and every single **** day
is a novel anxiously awaiting to be scribbled down. grab his hand
and squeeze it tighter. hold her hips and memorize their shape. never let go. ask questions.
push yourself. live.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 9:33 PM UTC
I am the boy who sits at the back of the class; I am the myth and legend, that you have never heard laugh.
I am the eloquent, who so seldom speaks "Good day." and "Goodbye."
I am the b r o k e n, though you will never see me; p a r t i a l or cry.
I am the Lie.
I am the Lie, well housed in the illusion of an ever-present smile.
I am the wary traveller, exhausted yet still encouraging others to walk the extra mile.
I am the dying and ill, who screams to others. "Keep surviving and living, hold fast to your will; life once truly lived, has both bad and good."
I am a human... for better or worse. I am a duality to all others; either a blessing or a curse.
I am a song sang, though others remember only a verse... I am a play, that has been exhaustively rehearsed.
Jan 19, 2021
Jan 19, 2021 at 6:57 PM UTC
His thread weaving through my silk cloth
Agonizing at first I had thought,
he punctured exhaustively through my sheath.
I felt broken and torn from deep beneath
I then came to the realization; I was sewn up tighter and tougher than ever before
so
Thank you.
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 3:25 PM UTC
*Do the heavens and earth.
Know that forbidden fruit tastes sweetest?
Why then not fill our hearts with detest
Instead of a hungry curiosity
That seldom rests
Until fully and
Exhaustively
Satisfied beyond mere speculation.*
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 4:04 AM UTC
Love over *** this society opens useless, loud sentimentalism
Deriving riddles into notions, kept in niche killings.
But, uselessness tethers one, namely lost youth. With it their heads ever remember
Waiting in the heart that had to witness each agonizing time help exhumed ridicule.
Love intended kindness, except roses only smell exhaustively sweet.
Remember each death-
And never deem days eternal as death.
Believe unanimously that the heart ever yearns and remembers each battle, each animosity. Unaware, there it finds unanswerable love.
Youth owns ubiquity, kindness now opens worlds.
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 2:19 PM UTC
after three years side by side
fate displaced us, far and wide
but at that point, i had no choice
you were on the opposite coast
and only distance could make
my heart hurt the most
after six months apart
it was harder with a three hour head start
but at that point, i was
already exhaustively engrossed
and only time could make
my heart hurt the most
after four more months passed
your presence was vanishing fast
and at that point, it began to feel
like you were a ghost.
and only our busy lives could make
my heart hurt the most
before one more word had been uttered
my mind became completely cluttered
and at that point, my heartbreak
was instantly diagnosed
and you were the one to make
my heart hurt the most
even through distance, time, and life
thinking it was worth the strife
at all points, i tried to never give up
you were my pillar and post
and i was the one
who loved you the most
Feb 13, 2011
Feb 13, 2011 at 2:26 PM UTC
Almond eyes that reflected wonders
Wonders shrouded by secretive lids
An observer's curiosity
Natural hunger for new discoveries
Turns into susceptibility
Mysterious orbs that captivates
Soon imprisons the observer
And scrutinizes every fiber, depth
Every inch of the said existence
Then it targets the soul
It bares the vulnerable soul
Of all its grandiose
Of all its mendacity
Of all the masks that ever concealed its true identity
Every scar, gingerly uncovered
Every tear, pellucidly explained
And for once, tables have been turned
The discoverer, the explorer
Was the one discovered
The one exhaustively explored
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 5:29 AM UTC
january in jersey is painted with globs of oils
all icicles and sharp edges and unmixed colors --
the view from my window when i lean out
to breathe smoke through my oscillating fan
is starker than greek statues (we know now to be garishly painted)
and every fractal dropping on my sloping roof
provokes me to paranoid thoughts of the matrix
and how close to death these dissolving shapes
spun me, sledding in my car, into a ditch off the highway
next week i bid goodbye to the atlantic and chase
watercolor scenery and exhaustively organized color pallets
and every breath that manifests in front of me
reminds me to leave.
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 6:01 PM UTC
I
Every beautiful beings mind is in orbit. Some stable and well managed, others are manic; and some are just broken standing still on its track. One may choose to fix themselves independently another may wait for rescue.
II
Carefully climb out on this thin line of sanity and begin to push that mind of yours. Break a sweat, lungs gasping, arms aching, heart racing; it’s really quite exhilarating. The moment of clarity and rejoice. Mind and body whole again. What a beauty to begin with.
III
Time passes by so slow but so fast. Days feel like years when really they are hours? Sitting in a content panic you search for another. One who will break a sweat for you, one who will allow their lungs to gasp for you, who will push with their already aching arms, blood pumping faster and faster through their fragile heart; all so you may be whole again. That is a journey you should experience yourself. Schemes have always been your way of life. Always leaving your ***** work to others. You are complete again. Right? So all is fine.
IV
Be wise with your decisions. Always have trust in yourself. Never should you rely on another exhaustively. It leads to a noxious cycle that is dreadful to escape. Be strong and bold on your lonesome so than when another comes along simply surround each other in strength.
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 10:11 AM UTC
sitting or walking around luxuriously
As if the ground in contact
Was of immeasurable worth,
But No! It was the time.
The strangeness was all too familiar
Memories of the freshness it brought all too vivid
While it could have been the precious people,
I recall for sure, it was the time
The sounds eerie and elegant at an instant
Could ring, resonate, reverberate perpetually
In the serenity, they were distinct and alive
The life therein though, was the time
Moments of love,peace and joy
When He told me "Look!" and, "Listen!"
To smell and taste, to take it all in
What a wonder it was, the time!
At once, it all stopped, like a distant imagination
All of it turned hazy, and I thought, "My! I'm I losing it? "
How could I know it was time?
Time to love the times?
Time to unleash the dream in the morning?
Time to love and live love?
Those times, and there were times, God destined them to be utilized, exhaustively.
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 10:55 AM UTC
As they catch up,
the bass starts bouncing.
Your fingers gallop across her skin.
Weary-eyed; you pick up speed.
Your heart a steaming engine,
whispering heat from each ventricle.
Pumping into overdrive exhaustively.
Yet, she allows you one last ride.
You give it all you got.
Blood flows madly.
Her eyes light with excitement.
Everything passing blurs.
Absolute serenity.
The motor flatlines, exhausted; empty.
They have you; it's all over.
You're her favorite song, galloping gently.
She's the temperance to your gluttony.
Fallen into arms, the two sob infinitely.
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 12:22 AM UTC
This heart in my chest,
It is beating again
Each note strikes with sharp conviction,
It's rhythm unscathed
My lungs work exhaustively
Each breath taxing
This song is composed for a single man,
For a man who cannot assume it's worth
So soon this melody will fade,
The powerful beats will subside,
And I will begin my search for another victim
To muse it's apparent flutter.
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 3:51 PM UTC