"externally" poems
Hey guys
I have found several Daily Poems from this site being shared externally with no acknowledgement to the rightful owner :(
Head over here....
http://thepoetryden.wordpress.com/author/thepoetryden/
and if you find your original work there then I highly encourage you ask this person to either a) link the poem back to your original or b) remove them from his site. He claims to be a poet and is misleading people by not putting original names/original links to the works he is posting!
Go through them carefully as the titles of the poems have been changed.
Please share this because I have read at least 3 poems from this site from 3 different people over there with no acknowledgement to the original author!
Update ~ Sept 6th 2014 ~ You are NOT going to believe this. I found Shane Linville on Facebook and you will never guess who is one of his favourites! Chris G Vaillancourt! That's right, the very same well known plagiarist from days gone by at HP. He was such an insidious piece of work
****** Not the way I'd like to see my name next to a Daily Poem but getting the awareness out there is a nice thing too :)***
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 2:37 AM UTC
You do not deserve to know everything about me
I am a yellow tulip amongst red roses
Come closer, you may like what you find
Come closer, you may find that you don't
I will not make any promises that I am any good
Although unassuming externally, you may find that
when you sift through my petals,
that when all is said and done,
I am nothing more than an ugly lie
And I will not care
I do not live or die for anyone
The Earth is my Mother
The Sun, my Father
I will grow whether you water me or not
My life will be the buzzing of the bees, the rainy days, the occasional bunny nibbling on my fragile leaves
I will die when the ground is tired of my presence
I will wilt because it was meant to be
Not because I was crushed by the unforgiving sole of your shoe
Destroy me.
I will always grow back.
Feb 3, 2011
Feb 3, 2011 at 6:48 PM UTC
Beauty of life
Stripped away by a knife
Delicate flower all expose
Black rose
Chosen by death
One last breath
Never to forget
Thee has no regret
Nor a wish to accept
Just be laid to rest
Thy had request
In the twilight hours
Fell black rose flowers
Death by the keeper
The Grim Reaper
One ***** by its thorn
Those would be scorn
Darkness they'd accept
Black rose promise kept
Boundless, everlasting, eternally
Bled dry internally
A peaceful slumber externally
Drawn by the beauty of an ugly flower
Is what the black rose empowers
A gloomy night
The darkest delights
For when the colors fade to black
There's no coming back
Through heaven's cries
A soul will then rise
Judgment Day will soon begin
Between Heaven and Hell one will win!!!
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 8:57 AM UTC
All that you perceive is impermanence
No thing is begot by Nothing
All that can ever be known is but
a cap
upon a crest
upon a wave
upon an ocean
upon a sphere
upon nothing
within a sphere
within an ocean
within a wave
within a crest
within a cap
All that recedes is increasing
Nothing transmutes to No thing
All is externally breathing
w
a
v
e
s
into your perception
You are but a w
a
v
e
But you already knew that
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 8:26 PM UTC
How can I say I like you again?
It has been two and a half years since
I liked you, back mid 2012.
Many knew I used to like you
but frankly speaking, I still do.
I really do, but it seems that
I got no hope for you to like me back.
Furthermore, you might say that
I liked many girls as you said once
but I'm willing them unlike them away
if I truly will and especially God wills.
You're the one whose character
is corny but very admirable
sweet as a fruit beer, if you're a beer.
I admire your overall beauty -
both internally and externally -
but I would ask this once more:
how can I say I like you again?
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 6:41 AM UTC
Hey you with the beard, are you Muslim?
Why does it matter what ever you believe?
You who wears the cross, are you a Christian?
What does it say about you?
Are you honest are you true?
Do you follow the commandments laid down by your lord?
You with turban on, are you a Sikh?
What are you hunting?
Hey you in the short skirt with makeup layered thick,
Are you ******
Tell us quick.
We need to know.
You in the chair with wheels on.
How did you get there?
Unless you choose to tell us we shouldn't care.
Need to make judgements?
You in the cassock,
Are you a bishop?
Chick in the habit, are you a nun?
Could just be fancy dress,
A hen party.
A nun on the run.
You with ebony skin...
Are you that different to me ?
I think not.
Gay guys and lesbians, transgender guys,
transgender chicks.
Think before throwing sticks and stones.
And breaking bones.
Words hurt.
Under the skin the being within...is HUMAN.
Attitudes decided by images externally.
Be who you want.
Just gotta be free.
Does it change the person inside?
Think of these questions before you decide.
(c)Livvi MMCV
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 4:37 AM UTC
There is always a chance for you to be beautiful.
You will always be you, you will always be perfect.
You do not need to seek out beauty,
It's true, what they say,
about it being inside
you just have to stop looking.
Let it go,
for as soon as you see that beauty externally means nothing
you will be beautiful from the inside out
**Hey, burning hot pizza with soggy insides *****
You will be the pizza that is warm all the way through and really perfect looking on the outside!!!!!!!
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 12:44 PM UTC
currently stuck
in that quadrilateral
I'm supposed to be
externally reasoning from
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 7:15 PM UTC
Violent ends to violent means. All turn into violent dreams.
enclose the walls, lock away, walk away, stay away all.
Leaves me alone. Piles of bones, past regrets. Ambulance dance to your romance.
no love is worth this trouble. Touch her again and ill burst your bubble. Cowards crawl here bullies too.
They will quake when they see what I do.
All the rage inside me warring consistently, eternally, externally, internally. Like a fraternity of sin. A battle that no one wins.
still I'm compelled to play. Keeps me alive for the coming day.
See how it is when you can't have your way. Someone's gonna make you pay. Maybe not me, but maybe someday.
Your head will hit the floor, have fun knocking on deaths door.
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 4:28 PM UTC
Today someone laryngospasmed and dropped to 65%
Before I opened their airway
Last week, same thing, except 55%
I’m finding myself increasingly dispassionate and unconcerned during these episodes
Externally it would appear
I’m skating by
Skin of my teeth
Brushing off increased agitation by the OR staff
Watching the patient’s life bouncing on the roulette wheel as I tilt the table
........Come on red ................
But it’s not like that. I have a plan. Always a backup. Tertiary options.
A, B,C, and [God forbid] D.
So far, C and beyond is unknown territory.
I’m concerned with my confidence. Too much?
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 7:51 PM UTC
when i get lost
i find myself
in the most various of places
as the echo of my paces
reach outer spaces
i delve inward
like the whirlpool
at the center of a ripple
touching the banks of the pond
and defining itself by them
i am
utterly interdependent
externally anchored
and implicitly bound
to the web of meaning
spun around me
and when you found me
lost
in the most various of places
as the echo of my paces
reached outer spaces
i delved inward
and i found me,
my lost self,
all around me
in everyone
and everything else
(it astounds me
how the pronoun 'he'
implies that
which surrounds the
not-so-isolated subject.)
so when i found 'me'
lost
in the most various of places
as the echo of my paces
reached outer spaces
i delved inward.
i delved inward
and saw outward
myself
a shard of glass
reflecting and refracting
the light bouncing
between so many shards of glass
and i shattered
and i dissolved
and i splattered
so many dots of paint
in an impressionistic painting
that got smudged
and delved inward.
so when you found me
lost
in the most various of places
the echo of my paces
reached outer spaces.
and when i
delved inward
i found myself
outside myself.
like the whirlpool
at the center of a ripple.
May 16, 2011
May 16, 2011 at 7:06 AM UTC
When upset, it’s relieving to hear the voices in my head,
The whispers guide my deranged mind to the intentions of never fixing situations,
Instead, it takes me to the land of make believe,
Where I live and continue to repeat,
The cycle of excuses to conceal the history of reality.
Battle wounds and scars pierce right through me,
Viewing the ghost within,
I keep my distance from those attempting to come in.
Time and patience will help me heal from the internal pain they say,
However, I confide in ghosting, while disregarding the feeling of void in my heart.
I remain blind to the difference of things,
Self expression, communication and social integrity make it difficult for me to see,
The truth in where liars lie.
But still, I persist,
Despite the fact that in all forms of reality, I’m struggling.
I attempt to pretend like life is going good and my mentality is okay,
This guilt only allows my body to relapse yet again.
Unintentionally and subconsciously, I’m hurting,
The people who “care” for me.
Instantaneously, the late hours control my eyes to remain wide awake,
Oftentimes, I go numb enough to not speak,
I stray away from the support team behind me,
In order to, stay away from the demon externally taking a hold of me.
Soul is too open to close,
Bones and touch are too cold to take,
It’s true, our ends were never meant to mend,
Due to my expectations of plans never set in place.
Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 7:49 PM UTC
To see a dwindling tree in the forest
is not to know its bleakest
but to know its earnest
The decay is shown outwardly as despair
by means of deforested ensnare
Forlornness seems its welfare
Externally the forest is declared undeserved eternally
Beauty is unsecured directly
And hope comes seldomly
Whole,
is a forest,
alive as a unit
Spaciousness is created with the tree's covet
Restored are the longing of nutrients
in a sacrificed facet
Aug 13, 2012
Aug 13, 2012 at 6:27 PM UTC
He looked fine. Fine with a y. Fyyyyne
However another guy had the best style, he could mismatch and make it fit.
Then again no man had abs like him, it was a canvas I longed to....
I will never forget the other guys eyes, his hazel eyes spoke to me.
How couldn't I mention the manly stance, broad shoulders, large hands man.
But honestly, I never saw beauty till I met blank.
Blank is kind, the kind that gives and expects nothing, for he
simply wants to see joy in me.
Blank is confident in himself, in a way that needs to prove nothing because he humble by nature
Blank is rational yet irrational in a way that strives and hopes.
Blank is funny, uplifting, ****
Blank teaches me about myself, he makes me better.
I've never seen one as beautiful internally, which it illuminates externally.
Hopefully I meet blank.
_______, I love you.
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 11:54 PM UTC
*She's
been
walking
down
the same never-ending,
winding corridors,
Dimmed lights,
***** white walls,
no windows,
no doors,
square-tiled floors.
Dragging
her
feet
for what seems like
an eternity,
Stupid girl!
Her mind in a whirl!
Holding hope for an exit,
dreaming about
what it would be like
on the other side of those walls--externally.
Accustomed to the restrictions - sadly!
Hurting, defeated, anxious - badly!
Imprisoned mentally!
Acknowledging it, finally!
No denial, there, nor here!
You'd think she'd be over the fear;
Well, she's not!
She still hurts alot!
All alone in her mind
with her messy thoughts
and her regrets,
She's given away so much
unconditional love,
her heart and soul
have many outstanding depts.
She's had way too much time
to think about
all of the ****
that she's been through!
She hasn't healed,
those ***** walls don't understand,
they listen,
but they haven't any clue!
She's
kept
moving
down
those same corridors,
never wanting to look back,
With only one direction,
you'd think it be impossible
that she would get so lost...
I mean, after all,
it's a one-way ****** track!
But she did,
and she always does, too!
Getting confused, and lost,
for her, is nothing new!
She found herself
in those deserted corridors
at a very young, tender age,
Don't know how or why
it happened to her,
I can't even begin
to try to explain it
on this page.
I wish i could,
it would probably help her alot
if i did,
But it's a very long story,
winding and never-ending,
just like those corridors,
so it's best that I don't lift the lid.
She doesn't want to look back,
I
guess
she'll
just
keep
going
down
the same
relentless,
hopeless
track!
By Lady R.F.(C)2017*
Jun 18, 2017
Jun 18, 2017 at 9:39 AM UTC
i want you in every way
internally
with a movment of hips
externally
strokes from fingertips
spiritually
our bodies but mere shells
enompassing souls that tap on chest cavities
i mistook it for my heart fluttering
i don't believe in love at first sight
but it was something
i fear it was
old souls reconnecting
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 1:54 AM UTC
Contempress,
Red mouthed darkness,
You weave your webs and spit out death,
Serum of poison lies in between your chest,
I cannot reach in for that coffin lies my rest.
I spread your ashes across my skin,
Black out my eyes and begin to fall,
Across my eyelids I feel you crawl,
In my head,
Inside my brain,
The serum of you,
A sweet taste of pain.
A widow of you,
The shadows across the weave,
Pull out your infecting vangs,
Leave all to grieve.
A widow of you beautiful and divine.
You, yourself, are on an hour glass of time.
Oh crimson red!
Her hourglass of dread!
You cannot pray upon the living dead,
The soulless walkers in which you crawl right inside.
With you red widow,
You divide,
Heaven or Hell where will you reside?
Vain in you I abide!
When will this web go?
Time is the enemy,
Young or Old,
Beauty is forever,
Externally resting in our soul.
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 4:20 AM UTC
When I first moved to Seattle at age 21,
I had a vision.
My reasoning to recreate myself.
A longing to be an independent woman,
far away from my Father.
Thought I would change into this "glorious" being.
Ironically enough, I didn't change,
in fact, I became even worse off.
Didn't love anyone but me,
barely had much leftover for my family.
10 years later,
I am sitting here writing a story of 10 years wasted & drugged.
No solace just plenty of malice.
Found tons of photos in Dropbox tonight.
Stayed up all night so I could delete over 1,000.
By the time morning came,
the pictures left me depleted.
Along with people I've slept with & people I've met along the way.
Does this sound familiar to you?
Can you relate?
How many hearts I've broken,
now I include mine.
Even displayed the third eye in most of the photos.
Can't say I've reached the state of enlightenment.
There wasn't a time when I didn't have a drink or smoke on hand.
A plethora of vanity,
with no sanity sight.
I've pressed delete many times,
and still,
they'll always be stamped pressed in my mind.
Long lost memories.
Now please,
ask yourself how deep have you or will you continue to bury it?
This proved to myself how much I loathe who I used to be.
Externally I may have look happy & healthy.
Internally I was dying from all the mischief.
I believe it started at the age of 12 when I lost my Mother.
With no compassion for others.
WAKE UP!
Ladies & gentlemen,
time flies,
don't let Snapchat lie to you.
You aren't getting any younger,
you could just be getting uglier.
Take it from me,
there is no freedom in social media.
Just more demons,
when we really need more of Jesus.
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 5:41 PM UTC
The blood clot is
back. Up to old
tricks. A halloween mask.
A heart attack with a laugh,
One day. that old
**** is gonna kick,
Leave me with his water gun collection .
Body in the ocean
Someone built a giant cave
inside of me last night. When I was sleep-
ing someone built a cave in side
of me last night.when i was sleeping.
Someone built a giant cave inside of me last night someone. Built a giant cave inside of me last night .
Body in the ocean.
Now it's ocean everywhere it's
flowing but nothing flows.
The ocean is still now
so still it is a salt lick.
Body in the ocean.
Chopped off his own scalp
sever'd Body after Body in
the ocean. Skinless. Battered. Beaten. Bested. Busted appendix. Internally bleeding. Externally bleeding. Bleeding from the mouth. Bleeding from the eyes, ears, and throats. The devastating side effects of self-
anhila-
tion..
Every one laughing at the bl
o
odclot
Feb 3, 2012
Feb 3, 2012 at 10:17 AM UTC
Yeah, (start writing)
Tell me, does this scenario seem unfair?
I wished her sweet dreams but only gave her nightmares
Maybe it's the fact that she doubted every bit of my worth!
Maybe it's the fact these insecure women only bring out my worst
Her characteristic flaws are far from heavenly sent
Sip my glory baby, allow my music to be your moments of regret
Hold on girl, promise my rise ain't done yet!
Imma drain ya heart until there ain't nothing left.
All this talent that was all EXternally formulated
Her actions made the hook
Her ******** made the whole creation
I'm plotting revenge baby, so just be patient
Angel eyes...(psh) since when the **** did they start looking like satin?
This **** right here is far from a past love song
This I'm doing me, you gon remember Doug song
Easy to judge me when the criminal was dead wrong
**** venting
When the boy is so far gone.
Take a shot for me, baby let me buy you a drink
You gunna wanna drink away those tears after you read this permanent ink
-Dougie #lostLove
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 1:32 AM UTC
I want you to implode.
I want to take you to
Nirvana and back
And watch your soul unfold
I want to feel your heart
rapidly pump life
through your body
as we come apart.
Apart from our outer shell.
Away from this world
in which some call hell.
Your presence is angelic
so I use this rhetoric
to paint a picture
That's luminescent
in this dark world
And become one another's
Obsession.
I want you.
I want you to implode.
I want to take you to
Nirvana and back
And watch your soul unfold
I want to feel your body shake.
I want to make your body sweat.
I want to make you feel close to love
And far from hate.
All for your bodies sake.
Let me take you to nirvana and back
Because the night can not wait.
Let me take you to
nirvana and back.
I want to feel your soul
Connect with my soul.
From the tip of your head
to the bottoms of your sole.
Internally and externally.
I want to make you
feel whole.
What we feel is physical
but the way we gaze
at one another
It almost feels spiritual.
I want you to implode.
I want to take you to
Nirvana and back
and watch your soul unfold.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 12:10 PM UTC
Will I ever be enough?
Or is it that I’m too much?
Either way, I’m always something,
Something that makes me
Unworthy of love
Or of loyalty
Or of sticking around.
Will I ever be accepted?
Or is it that I’m unacceptable?
I’ve got flaws,
But don’t we all?
Are my flaws all you see?
Is that the entirety of what makes me
Me?
Is that all I’m meant to be?
I never trust people
Because every time I flirt
With the idea,
I’m left here,
Asking myself again,
Am I too much and also
Somehow never enough?
People always leave,
And even when they stay,
They put conditions on the way
I’m supposed to be
In order to be worthy of that.
Does anyone see me?
Am I outwardly projecting,
Externally expressing
Who I am inside?
Can anyone hear me?
Am I talking to myself?
Is anyone listening?
Does anyone love me?
Can anyone love me
When I don’t even love myself?
And why don’t I?
If we’re all flawed,
Why are my flaws the only
Thing I see?
Why can’t I accept the totality
Of what it means to be me?
Where do I even begin?
My soul feels overwhelmed
With an intangible feeling
Of desperately wanting to love
And to be loved
And to make the world around me
Feel the way I feel.
It’s a love/hate thing that I have
With my interior;
I feel so inferior
Because I can’t control the constant
Stream.of.emotions;
I can’t be logical once my heart is involved.
I feel the 60% water that makes up
The human body;
Constantly drowning in a sea of
Feelings, my tide too strong
And ocean too deep.
I ask myself nearly every day
If there is anyway that I could just
Be someone else,
Just for a minute.
Couldn’t I just be someone who feels less,
Who is accepted more,
Who isn’t so alienated and complicated?
Can’t I just shrink away,
Lose a little bit of it,
Whatever it is?
I don’t know who I even want to be.
I just know,
Being me might be too much,
Even for me.
Feb 1, 2022
Feb 1, 2022 at 12:37 AM UTC
i) up the stairs
red scarves and tight skirts
loose slacks and grey shirts
my how the landscape has changed
I can’t say that I love to be dipped into this *** of pretty
where the lipstick liner queens supreme
and the coffee is brewed to mitigate the colostomy retch
so I try a yellowed paper backed beat
but it held nothing to the shoebox diorama
of national care
where the alphabetised gates of ingress
more or less double as departure lounge
for the broken and spent where their god
might sit them on fashionably backed chairs
for the percentile of misplace repairs
or is it me that smells of warm ****
ii) down the travelator
a troll lives under the MRI,
moved on from the bridge by the gruffest of beards,
now working externally of the fable
beneath the table of the magnetic eye
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 3:39 PM UTC