"expell" poems
When Man, expell’d from Eden’s bowers,
A moment linger’d near the gate,
Each scene recall’d the vanish’d hours,
And bade him curse his future fate.
But, wandering on through distant climes,
He learnt to bear his load of grief;
Just gave a sigh to other times,
And found in busier scenes relief.
Thus, Lady! will it be with me,
And I must view thy charms no more;
For, while I linger near to thee,
I sigh for all I knew before.
In flight I shall be surely wise,
Escaping from temptation’s snare:
I cannot view my Paradise
Without the wish of dwelling there.
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I look at you on the sofa.
Lying there all young, healthy
And warm, and I don't just want you
In the obvious sense; I want your
Liver, kidneys, flat stomach, strong,
Long, young legs.
Frankenstein's parts-storage
I want your youth.
I can't have it. I can't take it
And have it. Angry. I want to
Kick your *** but not really.
I want your mouth to
Expell something
Other than this
Teenage girl
Chatter.
I want to hit your pretty face
With all of my one-third-life-crisis-
Frustration behind it
With a pillow.
Eat feather, child!
Chew cotton!
Munch goose!
Straight left-straight right.
I have fought men
Twice my size,
I'll beat you up
Until you
Suffocate
And surrender
From
Laughing
So
Hard.
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 5:09 AM UTC
He has this nervous tick.
When a person is lying he will open his mouth.
Sometimes his jaw will hit the floor.
Sometimes words will come out.
And sometimes there are consequences,
if not only a sore jaw.
He is an affable man.
Many would say he's a good sport
and in good nature, even though he's not
athletic and has severe allergies.
Handshakes are important to him.
And he understands the appeal of a thumbs-up.
Hugs are reserved for holidays,
and tears were only had at funerals.
Sunglasses optional, but the only pair
he owns he keeps
in the jacket of his black suit.
Any man that has a tendency to speak too freely,
or too much, will have to learn to talk their way out of a potentially harmful situation.
The "Gift of Gab"did not die with the smock.
It evolved with the suit.
It became five words said in three.
It is in relation to political correctness.
It's knowing that government is not ********
but many representatives are mentally challenged.
He tries to stay ahead of his mannerisms.
Raised eyebrow.
Twitching eye.
Clenched teeth.
But some things cannot be hid.
Like the vein in his forehead.
And of course his verbal diarrhea.
But he would rather expell insight
and opinion rather than hold
it in only to force it out later in privacy.
People involved in Fine Art are shot on site.
Possession of a canvas brings a life sentence.
The art departments are born from advertising.
False pretense is considered flexible.
When the program used is for the sole purpose
of manipulation you aren't expected to become angry. Government turns the clocks back, stretching time and truth,
with knowledge of a man who has done
the same, and was considered a master.
Metaphysics and a mustache,
he changed the world with a canvas,
and with an open mouth he expelled truth
and injustice to a contemporary audience.
He applied his paint with a poetic eye.
Soon he learned that you don't need
to start a fire to melt a clock.
All you need is a brush,
and sometimes a barren tree.
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 11:00 AM UTC
she sneezesas the breezes
carry the pollen to her nostrils
she is small
and somewhat frail
but when she sneezes
she creates more than breezes
she makes a gale
and the noise is like thunder
as her lungs do the rumba
all in order to expell
the pollen from her being
her eyes cross
and fixate
on an ephemeral state
in order to calibrate
the legnth of the ah
in her ah-choo
sometimes it is
large and elongated
sometimes small delicate statacco
and then again it may be somewhere
in between the two
and after she sneezes and gales
and wheezes...she seems stunned
by the fuss and disharmony
she created by nasal cacophony
and in her daze, the taps
her nose and says quite clearly
good old faithful....
.....thar she blows
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 8:04 AM UTC
shadows long,
fall on pavement wet
and inside the teetering,
jenga blocks, people reside
in caves opulent and electric.
and green is a colour,
forgotten
and bluesky,
a patchwork quilt,
seen in fractured glimpses,
on the way to and from.
flowers bright and vivid,
come delivered
and earth the thing,
we save by sitting.
in the almost, dark
for an hour a year.
shadows short,
fall on barren ground.
as city dwellers, breathe
grey air and expell
trash and detrius muck
no shadows now
just black all around
no dwellers, no sound....
perhaps we needed to sit
in the almost dark much
longer and love the ground
on which our life is found.
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 12:06 AM UTC
Fatal.
Femme Fatal , seduced by ulterior
motives, the truthful warrior
Kills with peaceful intention
but it is only wicked nonchalance
to; day to day ferocities that mimic hard time , war time , conventions
Lemon yellow pieces of firefly bisquits
Rain down from the fogged fetters.
Lyrical
haze- in soft beat
cheetos
Where sunshine, headlights on fusion cars (expell) expose
the water particles
Suspended in animation - falling- in
slow motioned elegance
like after a shower with the doors and windows closed
the soupy soup soup
of swimming in wavey air...
Sep 24, 2013
Sep 24, 2013 at 8:20 AM UTC
As if the sun had rose for the first time
I witnessed the beauty of a day beckoning and bursting with light
Awakening and coaxing my feet
Urging me on
Dismissing the darkeness that once consumed and committed me
With open eyes the questions are endless and I realised how much of a child's mind
posesses my growing wit
I try to expell the corruption and injustice to breath freely if only for a moment
Craving the euphoria nature aptly offers free and full of grace
I ponder her deep waters and ceaseless wind
Trees like towers wave off and hypnotizes
Simplicity is now becoming a great friend
Taming my wild mind
I am clawing at temptation and I must force my will to break this
Who am I without this twisted warping sickeness
I try so hard to decipher this
but only time can reveal the true stasis
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 4:02 PM UTC
I would rather smoke some cigarettes than be with you,
For it is better to die in pain
rather than dying in love.
For you it is a game,
a juxtaposition of our dimmer love,
And you would **** me
For some meat.
The dawn wouldn't break
If we don't get away,
Cause it's a concussion
That I am experiencing now,
For our love in now in a ghetto,
Never to be opened,
For "our love" is just a word now.
I would rather smoke some cigarettes than be with you,
And expell the love from within my heart,
And poison it with disgust and hate
And go away from light to the dark
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 3:45 AM UTC
i am a wandering comet
a long forgotten star
drifting listlessly through
some eldritch darkness
the stuff that dreams are made of
sustains my formless husk
as i drift and drift and drift and drift
towards that wyrd and faint light
i want you to call my name
i want you to say it!
but...
even if those words did expell
from those lips that i long to kiss
i would not know...
the void pilfers greedily all sound
no matter how powerfull the meaning behind them
there are endless stars and planets
in this symposium of emptiness
one day i will crash somewhere
and, it might not be on your planet...
it might not be where you are
will i live for eternity alone?
searching fervently in vain
through ancient smog and blackest rain
that melts my mortal coil
and tears away at my lungs
until i am truly but a husk
a vestigial being, devoid of light
please...
call for me
i am drifting away
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 8:29 PM UTC
The love will flow like a river.
Unquestioned halted by obstacles.
Let tears carry your joy and your pain.
Let the sweat expell it's jealousy.
One way or another,
It will flow either way.
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 9:19 AM UTC
Today I saw
a small white pebble
suddenly
burst open and
expell small specks
of multi-colored dust;
I guess it just
couldn't hold it
or help it.
And then I
trapped
a small black flea
beneath my fingernail;
it fought
and struggled but
I could hold it
and it
was helpless.
Today
I watched
as the sun
baked an
ant's bed warm and roasty;
it even smelled like
burning ants when
I bent
and looked more closely
Then I imagined
a black widow spider
fighting
off
three preying Manti,
they were winning at first
but she carries
the gift
of the Magi.
Today
I watched a
few horseflies give
fervent chase
to one another;
I'm not sure but
from what I saw
I think one was
the other one's
brother.
Today
I saw two flirting butterflies,
one gently kissing another
I bent my ear
so I could hear
what they were whispering
to each other
But
I could not hear the words
she said
by the wind
they were covered,
but in his eyes
I read his
soft reply:
I know
you don't belong
to me but
I will love you
like no other.
Oct 18, 2011
Oct 18, 2011 at 11:45 AM UTC
If I had to read one of these
Terrible things
That expell the thoughts in my head
I wouldn't know what to read
For the only words I care about are the
Ones that mention you
But you are not worth the publicity
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 4:59 PM UTC
I feel the last few spare hairs fall away from the crystallized tower on top of my scalp
as our adopted mother walks by
spitting smoke into the breeze
which is blowing away from us,
letting the words
"I do wish you could just kiss and make up"
spread along the outline of the fading smoke
coming from nowhere obvious
spurred on by nothing.
I hear the voice behind me agree
and I murmur my own agreement
but I see none of that when I look into the eyes of her eldest daughter
I see no chance of me rekindling anything
with the girl inside, cleaning the kitchen alone.
For the first time in three years
I see no love for me in her eyes
and I watch her hands pick up papers and ***** dishes
and realize that they will no longer be in mine
I see words hidden behind her eyes
but realize I will never hear them
as I run through the kitchen on my way to the bathroom
to expell from my bladder my attempt to caffeinate her away,
as I run through her house, my second home
and realize she hasn't even bothered to meet my eye today.
I look in the mirror at my hair
and smile wide, forgetting the tears that have been frozen in my eyes
since I realized that I had lost
the first person to find me
the first person to find out who I was,
so I smile as I look in the mirror and see someone completely different
Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 3:29 AM UTC
You couldn't swing a dead cat
Between me
And the Core of All Existence.
I hide myself from External Affairs
Behind homeground
Impenetration.
All I care to explore is my own
Present outermost psychocosmos.
I could open my mouth and
Expell whole systems; solar and
Other.
In constant consumption with
Every sense employed; I know not
When to stop.
I breathe pure air on spiritual diet,
Slimming down to a complete
Absence of Self. Leaving an
Impression like a Lover of Life on
Something dead; I feel nothing
But alive.
I close my eyes and bask in the
Loaded sensation
Of every gun in the room
Being pointed at my person.
They live by me.
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 10:29 AM UTC
I wish I could expell
This wild beast from my chest,
This bottomless well,
Merciless tempest.
.
It roars and screams
For things it can't get:
Insubstantial dreams,
Uncollected debt.
.
And it isn't fair
That efforts mean naught;
When all is laid bare -
Love can't be bought.
.
I long and I ache,
At the mercy of fate,
Its give and take,
The cruelest bait.
.
The suffocating need
To not be alone,
Unrelenting greed,
Scathing to the bone.
.
It rakes its claws deep
Through my ribcage,
Makes me weep,
Helpless with rage.
.
Its loathsome fury,
Feral with want,
My judge and jury,
Inescapable haunt.
.
And it makes me think
That it's you I'm missing,
But it's really that link,
That has me reminiscing.
.
And I tried with such ardor
To find it once more,
But it's getting harder,
And my soul is sore.
.
Tired of hoping
And letdowns, in vain,
Tired of coping
With this constant pain.
.
If I were not godless
Surely I would pray
To finally convalesce,
To just get away.
.
Apr 16, 2025
Apr 16, 2025 at 3:32 PM UTC
And what do I say,
when you've took all those words,
and crammed them away
into a pretty little bouqet
of tulips.
What do i expell from my lips,
with a sorry wrapped up like this.
Bright green ribbons and blood red buds,
Scattered across Years of disappointment.
When you propose to wine and dine
in an attempt to confine
this mess you've made.
What do i say?
Because id do anything
to make this okay.
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 8:57 AM UTC
It was a flower
Not one of those
Colirful flowers whose
Smell would expell your mind
Into the state of ectasy
Nor was it one
Of those flowers
That attracted
a lot of bees nor gazes
However, it was
A flower that could
Withstand any drout
Or any flood
That came it's way
It was a flower
That could grow
Anywhere, out of
What seemed like nothing
When a young man
Was passing through
The flower fields
He stopped
To pick up a flower
Perhaps for his love or mother
But he took another
For as, like flowers like people
Are chosen by their beauty
And not their root
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 12:32 PM UTC
I am frustrated with myself
Y won't I change myself?
I do all the work on myself
But I still am not getting the results I want from myself
Who I am now is not enough to be self
I need more of myself
To expand into more of myself
but still I can't bring change through myself
I am age deaf
Deaf to the inevitable success brewing in myself,
Something mischievous is working against my self
Maybe an elf
That doesn't want to be a shelf
Holding onto parts that remind me of the inadequacies of my knife
I can't cut through to release myself
I desperately want to rebrand myself
So I can differentiate from my past self
I am tired of proving this new self
Her existence stranger to her own self
All she wants to be is high on life it self
Which always reflects back her divinity in herself
Ooo the pains of being so focused on myself
I can't get enough of all this attention on myself
From myself
All my problems a delight to marinate on oneself
Isolated from the world's problems watching from the topself
I have to solve my own problems before I can focus on your self
Ooo but my lonesome can't stand figuring all this out by myself
I guess that's y we split up and branched out to explore our self
So we can share different possibilities to free my self
And your self
So we can remember the freedom of being non self.
So goodbye not self
I tried but I can't bring myself
To act in your behalf
With you I can't laugh
I'd rather be the staff of my higher self
My lowerself is betting on the neck of this giraffe,
You don't give an F,
But you will when you realize you're nomore 12.
These cycles won't break themselves.
So let's rev
And meet our best self
It's OK to lean into help
You don't need to pay for this soul hotel
Drink up from this well
So confusion you expell
Clarity your gut smells
Your present self is perf
You just gotta remember your true self
God herself within you dwells
So give up the struggle, time to rebel
No need to repel
What is true in this melt
Your soul awakens to help your human compell
You already have the wealth
Like the clothes you've been dealt
Mar 12, 2025
Mar 12, 2025 at 3:01 PM UTC
the cool air of the morning awakens me,
bird's bustle and gossip in the first rays,
of a new turn around,
the sun.
tears pool and nestle,
at the bridge of my nose, thick with emotion
left from a dream.
devoid of details,
but rich in sorrow,
a hungering feral sorrow.
that still lingers,
licking at the corners
of my mind.
i feel a discordance
with myself, sighing to expell this thing prowling, my breathe,
catches on a sob.
the kookaburra's laugh, jarringly close
and then further away.
i wipe at these tears, unbidden, unshed
and turn?
to find my grounding,
my steadfastness,
my hearts ease watching,
he draws me to him,
his lips,smoothing
my furrowed brow,
his hands creating an intensity, that is ours alone.
we make,
sweetness and beauty,
joy and oblivion, before falling asleep once more.
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 5:48 PM UTC
I do not dare myself compare
Against the flame within your state
My love, you fill each breath of air
So that each word may expell hate
You soar so high, you bring me low
To roots, to nourished earth - I grow
For you, my sun
You tend to life, and love and play-
You ease my nights and brighten my day
Dec 29, 2022
Dec 29, 2022 at 4:41 PM UTC
*Sometimes,
It's not the World
That helps me write.
It's the
Loneliness and
The World of darkness.
Because, I have to raise from
Where I fall
And achieve
What I lost.
My words give me
Light to at least fight
The darkness which
I cannot completely
Expell from my thoughts and
Life.
If there is no darkness how I
Know the value of light.
I also praise my darkness*
Jan 27, 2017
Jan 27, 2017 at 1:00 PM UTC
How faint the birds chirp, the wind brushed against the grass
My body weak from the walk here, to the hill I expell my stresses
Sitting at the top, looking out to the sea of trees
The birds follow me as I walk, giving me songs to keep my energy
They lower their song to a hum, for they know I enjoy the solitude
How I envy the melody they carry, how natural and gorgeous it is
Looking out with my wishes on my tongue
I speak them to the breeze, so that the wishes may travel
To somewhere else, were they may come true
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 2:05 AM UTC
Extensive and seemingly endless,
the range of human language
Nor the art of stringing words together like a seemstress of letters,
nothing
Nothing perfectly describes,
in full detail,
the amount of damage per second
dealt to the human spirit
due to the inevitable, heartbreak.
Heartbreak is a truly broad description of the feast of sadness.
For your drink
sip the pain of disappointment.
As for a starter
You get misdirected anger
An entrée of
Vacant thoughts
For desert it has to be
Long term absentness.
Nothing,
nothing at all compares
to this pity filled meal.
Personally, I would rather
Fight a bear bare handed
Catch a horseshoe with my lower jaw
Then be subjected to death by a sadistic firing squad.
But heartbreak is so broad.
I know I've said it twice.
From the loss of a pet/person
To the spiritually shattered
And the ever present,
Romantic heartbreak.
a Shakespearean tragedy
playing like the fifty year old vhs copy
of Charlotte's web
at the department of motor vehicles.
I whiteness the death of "I love you"
I know I'll miss simple things more than the bigger ones.
Like your hands.
I know I'll miss your hands.
I'd rather smash my fingers one by one with a sledge hammer
than experience
the "thrill" of intertwining
them into anyone else's hand.
I'm an idiot
I'm stupid in love
But if our "fire" died to you,
Know that to me;
Flames creep through me like California wildfires,
With each exhale
I expell the chard remains
of who I was as I grow with you,
With each inhale I feed the fire fresh air and with every step
I leave embers in my wake.
I love you
God, I love you.
I'm not ready to sip from the basin of defeat.
I never will be.
I'll burn until my skin melts
I'll burn until the gravity of my love swallows the world around me
I'll burn until super nova
I'll burn until I implode into a black hole
to keep you by my side
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 4:03 PM UTC
I'm drenched in the stench of yesterday
And flies circle my head
I'm stale
I'm mouldy
I hold no value
Hair coated in grease
Dirt under my nails
No reason to expell any effort
Laying in self pity and dispair
My scabbed over wrists bring back memories
To last night
Which I still reek of
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 11:44 AM UTC
Reaching strangers through unseen signals
Less than I expell
Character error
Flawed
No scratches
Claws
Imagine digging deep
Into my back
Tangle flesh
Embracing sin
Time spent alive
Like god
And goddess
Creators
Crashing minds
Through the shadowed
Sweet night
Steal the time
Before history decays
The possibilities
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 10:48 PM UTC