"extention" poems
Light the torches.
Burn it to the ground.
Let the flames dance until the ashes flee this plot of land upon the back of the wind.
This patriarchal house that father built has been stained with the blood of past victims.
The blood of enemies dots the floor while whats left of friends streaks the walls, marking the spot where they leaned for one last moment of respite prior to life escaping them.
We stand here with the warm blood dripping from our hanging fingertips.
Clothing streaked red.
Clearly we all had a part to play.
Whether part of the execution or part of the clean up, we all took part in the slaughter.
Fathers swung blades.
Mothers bandaged the wounded so they may **** again.
Children carried the buckets of blood to be disposed of.
Yet no one wept.
Not a tear was shed in the name of this great nation.
No one wailed during the systematic destruction of our resources.
Roads are crumbling.
Water is poisoned.
Politics are a circus.
The police have become a military force.
And lives have been destroyed.
Fathers are still wielding the blade
While mothers take up the blood buckets of their children who have been slain.
When does it end?
Does it end when we run out of weapons?
When we run out of people?
When we run out of love?
Weapons are only an extention of the wielder.
The bomb unbuilt cannot explode.
Our mother's words should be ringing in all of our ears.
Be good.
Treat people right.
Love.
Instead we jam fingers in ears, scream and stamp feet until even our thoughts are nothing but static.
The hiss and squeal of gunshots and speeding tires continually drown out the sounds of children's laughter and those Marvin Gaye records that Mrs. Jenkins plays on Sunday nights.
This isn't just a story of the inner city blues.
The suburban warriors are also witness to the carnage.
It's time to stay the blade.
Allow mothers to mourn.
And children to play.
Peace is a choice.
Choose wisely.
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 11:31 PM UTC
She floated towards me.
An extention of a dream,
The finger tip of God's
Downstretched hand.
My eyes wide open into
Bedroom darkness, as
If seeing something ghost
Yet so very, very not.
Hair flowing as if fading
Into the frame of
Night. Arms like wings over
Eggs; every piece of my
Heart in one warm nest.
Eyes like universes, skin
The glow of supernovas.
Smile as sincere as a
Mother's. Ænima. Soul-
Muse. The final force
Behind every poet's pen.
Nothing so penetratingly
Beautiful ever touched the
Iris of my inner eye. Never
Felt such embrace, as if safe
At last; knowing: In not too
Long, every drop of water on
Earth has been
Cried at least
Once.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 4:28 PM UTC
If only your mind were to be sure to exist,
Wouldn't you be destined to be forever lonely ?
Everything you know and learned to love would simply be an extention of your very own consciousness, your psyche,
The fabric of this reality would be nothing but a fantasy,
That of course, might be a wishful thinking to some, however,
With the harsh fate would come a worse realization,
Abandoned, layered upon a dusty tone, the fabric of your mind,
If you then were to suddenly just shut down your conscious,
Even your own reality would cease to exist further,
Such thing could never be, but be sure not to forget,
Everyone lives depending on mostly their knowledge and awareness and we call this " reality ", however,
Both knowledge and awareness are aquivocal,
That means one's reality might be anothers illusion
So how can we really be sure, to exist ?
~ Umi
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 8:17 AM UTC
One day:
One day you will not love me
The way you loved me
Once apon a yesterday
One day you will love her
And I will crumble
As my heart with you will stay
One day you will look back
And our love will be
But a sweet, memory
And that one day is the day
That my love for you
Will bloom into misery
Extention:
Today:
You do not love me
The way you loved me
Once apon a yesterday
Today you love her
And I love him
But with you half my heart stays
Today you look back
As if our love
Were just a bitter memory
And today I know
That all my love boomed
Was a tale of misery
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 11:44 PM UTC
Clear water; in the pool, deep and shallow.
Right in-between, there is you.
Feel the rapid movement of the waves surrounding you, moving you, captivating every part of you.
Every move you make, surrounded by moving waves, sway away, and let it seize you as it takes you to another open wave.
Surrounded by endless waves, forever in a clear water pool.
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 10:01 AM UTC
P- Precision on paper
O- Optimism is optional
E- Extention of words printed in pen
T- Timed and tested for perfection
R- Read and commented on
Y- Yet what is written is for your eyes only
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 7:43 AM UTC
My eyes burn and are blood shot
I blame it on allergies and makeup
I've been crying for the past hour or so
My mind and body a wreck
Searching for that one thing
Something to make me whole
To make me feel safe and secure
I found it couple times a while ago
Just to have it all torn away
So many times has it been in grasp
Only to be torn away by someone or something
I've been abandoned so many times before
How can I trust again?
There's is one person I rely on
To take all my stress and pain
Do they know?
Do they know that they are the only one?
The only one I can pour my soul out to
And trust them with my darkest of secrets
I hide behind a mask of happiness
I pretend to be someone I'm not
I ask myself "Who am I kidding?"
My answer is "Everyone but me."
Then I remember the one
The one I forget sometimes
Not on purpose but they slip my mind
They are like an extention of myself
Though we are different in so many ways
In others we are one in the same
Two sides of the same coin
Forgotten over time, lost in a world too large
I wonder if they get the same feeling
Too afraid to ask I keep my mouth shut
I don't press the enter key to the message I spent an hour writing
I delete it ashames of myself
Wondering how I can be so honest with them
Yet I can't ask a simple question
One that many people before me have asked
As I sit here now I think of it
It is always in my brain, scratching at my sanity
I can only imagine what it would be like if I asked
If I had the courage a month ago where I would be
But instead I sit here terrified to ask four words
"Do you love me?"
Apr 19, 2012
Apr 19, 2012 at 12:26 AM UTC
Yes I am, and this is my stature.
I’ve acknowledged humanity‘s expansion and extention.
The burden of proof is theirs and not on me,
To disprove me or dismay me otherwise.
But I tell you I am.
Regardless of the exterior and superficial ,
Of the mere sight that speculate and perceive.
Try and pierce through the dressings and you’ll see.
Come and remember the bare fundamentals,
Of similarities that binds us as one of a whole.
Like an outcry for silence in a sea of angry voices.
That begs you to feel and listen without prejudice.
When wounded I feel pain, like the likes of many.
When happy I exalt joy, like a child’s cry of glee.
When hurt tears burn behind my eyes,
yearning to be comforted by someone who gives a ****
I am because I am,
A mind and a heart that pumps the desire to live.
I wake with the same sun and sleep under the same stars.
On the same ground, same air, you and I try to survive.
I am you when I look in the mirror.
I am because what sustains me sustains you.
That when cut will bleed the same color.
So therefore you are the intricate and pure just as I am.
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 11:31 AM UTC
I was thinking to myself
What does powerful writing look like
At first i saw a writer focusing all energy into the pen
But I coreected myself, it would look like connecting the energies of the pen with yourself.
Writing as an extention of your own will...
an extension of your soul
Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 4:05 AM UTC
It is so pretentious to build things with the intention of sharing them with another,
to assume that we will find somebody at all.
Most everything is meant to be shared,
to be experienced in tandem;
to be seen with more eyes than you possess yourself;
felt with two hearts.
Sometimes, we are lucky enough to find but an extention of ourselves.
But that sinking, aching feeling when
that discovered extension of yourself cannot be found is unmatched,
only describable in the smallest of words - “missing you”.
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 3:09 PM UTC
you know you wanted to have children
because there's nothing else like having children
and you have resolved to try anything once
drugs, countries, racing, dancing all night, threesomes,
kids
the thing is, once you have kids, you can't have nothing else
having kids is like having this repetitive job where your mates are slightly dumb
(but they're growing on you)
and there's no time off ever
and the pay is scarce
but you were promised that one day you will get a miraculous reward
may be in ten years, may be later
so you can't complain
or your reward will be smaller or nothing at all
it's not as simple as lack of autonomy
you are an extention of their anatomy
having kids is like having a second heart outside of your body
and it constantly hurts
but they do give you answers to life's hardest questions
because they keep asking you life's hardest questions
at 7am and you have to go searching
for carton of milk, clean clothes
and a meaning of life
they teach you to say i love you
they teach you that your strength is finite
they teach you that your strength is actually infinite
they teach you to be santa and tooth fairy and mother of dragons
and everything there is to know about robots and vampires
they teach you that you are the most beautiful, wise and love-deserving human on earth
but your life worth nothing
mom, what day is today?
and what happens to us when we die?
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 2:10 PM UTC
Enki baby, you make me sing
My ears ring, and I cling to your memory
Such symmetry we hold, you and I
My fondest mirror
The only balance that makes me shiver
I love you, and I made you a promise
Extention to extention
Together we are intertwined
The universe is inside us
Our secret is a drive
I fight for you
The eve of me
I can't help but be a sinner
Your soul sets me free
Its always been inside me
And into us I now see
Thank you for being my love
My infinate butterfly
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 3:00 AM UTC
we slide through the grey
our eyes and words are at play
though our bodies sit still
filled feelings always spill
I miss the area I belong
even though it was wrong
salt and freckles on your skin
all the spots my lips have been
you always felt right to me
joined by our esprit
friendship and tension
you were of me, an extention
you held my hand and heart
and even though now apart
I loved you the way a lover should
the only way I ever could
with everything I had to give
I found in you a reason to live
you complicated me
you extricated me
I am grateful, though you are gone
and every day I dwell on
the feelings I have for you
and the space that between us grew
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 12:20 AM UTC
an extention chord
plugged into itself
slithering passed the people
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 1:56 PM UTC
What values
be exquisite
when really is it
more
merely something
of a misdirection
a tentative connection
along lifes Trail
when no introspection
beyond the surface is seen
is not
any kind of true reflection
if life is only seen
like some valued brand
of clothing worn
pristine or torn
deem no referral
in seeking resolution
some guaranteed solution
with every confidence
paying for some
applied extention
as a warranty against
wear and tear
if this be your evaluation
uplifting spirits
against
downward directions
all due
to those surface reflections
then that may
just be
that in the end
there be nothing to repair
nothing to mend
nothing to see
for eternity
if you have no value
in your own reflections
Jul 22, 2021
Jul 22, 2021 at 1:14 PM UTC
they jump up like dogs
to greet you
and they talk
and want attention
but i stay quiet
because i know the truth.
i know who you are:
youre an extention of something beautiful but you are ugly.
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 12:53 AM UTC