"extirpate" poems
Why am I so dif-fer-ent?
They say I’m out of touch.
Why am I, ple-nar-ily sad?
This life it hurts so much.
And why do they come, come every day?
Shush, quiet now, they’re here.
Those awful tormentors of my soul all cackling and queer!
Whirling head of spinning revolutions,
…feel my stomach ache and pang.
Why will they not leave me alone?
This crew of darkness; Blackbird Gang.
I shouldn’t always feel like this, feel such solemn pain,
…troubling and trouble is these birds are driving me insane!
I’m screaming now! I’m mad with rage! Throwing ice cubes at my deck,
“Go away! Yes, go away!” -their numbers must be kept in check.
Blackhole-whirl, flying twirling darkness, their funnel it points to me-e-e-e-!
For too many is too painful and my mind’s a constant wreck!
One cannot think with those infernal be-e-e-asts,
...and the crazy song they sang.
Why do they so punish me?
The crew of darkness; Blackbird Gang.
I know they serve the Saturn’s wheel and now they’ve come for me.
What did I do? Oh what great sin, oh the blackbirds from within;
The Abyssimal Sea?
Their whirlpool funnel is all around, as my harried soul, it expiates.
I’m done-in; I’m over now, a sorely victim of the Fates!
They took me, took me away, when the tolling bell it rang.
Why could they not leave me alone?
The crew of darkness; Blackbird Gang.
If you find yourself all alone and mired in their thought,
…do not think, extirpate, all the human damage that you’ve wrought.
His flock of fledgling melancholy musical formation,
…will take you away and straight to Hell; the Seventh Circle congregation!
For they took me, took me away, when the tolling bell it rang.
And they will not leave you alone.
This crew of darkness; Blackbird Gang. *
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 11:23 AM UTC
One day, two incidents, one enemy; we’ll never forget,
A day which changed map projection,
Which apart the hearts,
Extirpate many dreams,
Floating bodies in the river,
Conjoin pain and frighten memories,
Memories which we would recall on 16th December,
When we were recalling the memories of severance with Dhaka,
Woe was in the breeze,
But an enemy afar from all emotions,
Bloodthirsty souls; Extirpate many dreams,
Dreams of to become a pilot, doctor and a responsible citizen,
One day, two incidents, one enemy; we’ll never forget,
We’ll never forget,
One enemy but two faces,
First Dhaka than Peshawar,
But they did not knew,
Events of dolorous conjoined the nations!
By: Nida Mahmoed
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 3:05 PM UTC
I cannot recall the precise moment of my arrival at Anhedonia
memories blindsided by a phantasmagoric comorbid collage of cant
precipitated by some newspaper reportage or holocaust story
some creepy instance that breached the precipice between simple sorrow and permanent melancholia
some fatal blow that cinched the deal
some horrid event that could not heal
some dejected disappointment that could not be resolved
some moment of unguarded clarity when integrity dissolved
nevertheless I have arrived at this mangled juncture
élan a mania not even Edison's medicine can extirpate
I was quite lighthearted before the inferno
before my brain broke
ennui now a turgid companion
feeding on gaiety, never sated, seeking famine
esurient unrelenting usurper of happiness
go away, leave me alone, relish some other soul's madness
gone is any exuberance, glee or mirth
miseries are mine, many the days since birth
better I was carried from the womb straight to the grave
a fatuous existence, clamoring and grasping in vain
it's as if I was born into a well
but these waters they burn
the bludgeoning alcohol a liquid hell
Oh florid loquacity, you are an impostor
your verse is an adversary
a foray of jagged rhythm justifying a storm
a sordid verbosity assuring no norm
a plaintive scratching guild of recriminative collaboration
some alliance of fulminating disquietude
the cost for the fare on the adventure to:
the stunning moment you too will visit Anhedonia
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 9:39 PM UTC
Sir!
With a rod of iron he ruled.
Indignant arrogant.
A cursed teacher.
A ******* king of cruelty.
Only king tyrannical.
And aged dinosaur.
Respect he required.
Needed.
Desired.
He cared not.
For egotistical ******* was he.
If you were small in personality.
Your life, he'd make a perfect misery.
In **** expulsion.
His **** would hit the wall.
Along with loaded blackboard rubber.
Papers, they would hit the floor.
As he'd chuck you out the door.
Would chuck his rabid rantings all around the room.
The anally extirpate master of raw doom.
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 12:13 PM UTC
Yellow soap for a yellow me.
I don't feel like being pure
means being happy.
- I scrub scarring
with more definition
than a dictionary.
Moldy bread kissing
gravid navel oranges,
in a cherry plastic rib cage.
- Can you find me altruism
hidden in the heart
of ecstasy and rage?
Satellite bobbing above
the air supply,
are you out of reach or am I?
She was taking pictures
of us in the aphotic zone.
Saying, it was the only way
to capture me vulnerable.
Extirpate my species
to save my life.
I am saturnine for
the only adoration I accept
is mine.
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 12:08 AM UTC
Bowie State University
Student, Richard Collins III,
Commissioned as a second lieutenant,
Will not graduate. Have you heard?
On the path to serving his nation
In many more ways than one,
Collins' life was quickly ended.
Another mother lost her son.
Standing with friends, minding his business,
Collins--as witnesses will attest--
Was stabbed by a homegrown, racist terrorist--
Stabbed directly in the chest.
Who was the killer? Sean Urbanski,
A current student at UMD,
Also a member of Alt-Reich: Nation,
A truth of a painful reality.
Emboldened by white supremacists
Working in the White House, no less,
Racist groups are on the rise,
Spreading their loathsome hatefulness.
They say that Collins was brutally murdered
Because of the color of his skin.
He was murdered because of hatred,
For hatred is racism's twin.
Resist the scourge of discrimination.
Mobilize--it's never too late--
To extirpate ALL forms
Of ugly, white-supremacist hate.
-by Bob B (5-23-17)
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 7:31 PM UTC
You came ‘round when I needed you
For that I owe you much
Your loving words caressed me
When we were much too far to touch
I find comfort in your presence
And solace in your arms
So the last thing I would want to do
Is bring you any harm
But you knew I came with baggage
You knew my sorrow was immense
You knew the risk of loving me-
-In my terrible defense
Please don’t think I never loved you
Please don’t try to curse my name
Don’t perjure yourself into believing
That I didn’t feel the same
I meant each aching syllable
I meant it to my core
Imagine my dejection finding
We could not be anymore
I promise that it’s harder
To say no to someone’s love
When that someone is the person
That you think so highly of
You jumped in while I was drowning
You wiped away my tears
And a small part of me dies
As I evince your deepest fears
I’m who I am because
You took the time to care for me
You listened and you carried a
Portion of my misery
Please know, while I was dying,
So slowly bleeding out,
You plugged the wound so gently
Washing away my rotting doubt
And though you may feel gutted
At this thought of life apart
I’ll extirpate myself before
I fully break your heart
For a brief and lovely moment
Our souls were quite aligned
But matching us is simple proof
Cupid indeed is blind
For at the core we differ
We match like fire matches ice
It took too long for me to realize this
And for that, you pay the price
Apologies mean nothing
If you can’t act out remorse
You’ll want nothing of me
And proscribe me at the source
I’ll be banished, gone forever,
From your mind, and heart, and soul
Until you find the person
That can plug your newfound hole
Hearts never quite recover
From a love that has been lost
So the mind begins to wonder
If it’s really worth the cost
Perhaps the one we find shares
Some same love induced defects
Perhaps the bond forms over
The many love stories we’ve wrecked
But to the point, I’m sorry
Sorry that I’ve let you down
So sad to give back to the world
The wonderful man that I have found
You’ll stay with me forever
My heart branded by your eyes
Thinking of what could have been
With discontented sighs
What could have been will never be
I think this we both know
It’s the hardest thing I’ll ever do-
Watching you permanently go
My heart brakes while I write this
Tears falling down my chin
As the scar painfully rips away
And I feel the bleeding rebegin
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 1:13 AM UTC
walking under the sunset
while talking in riddles
we share stories
made out metaphors
and as we pass
down the memory lane
we discovered
closets we owned
with all those skeletons
and full of masks we used
to hide our true identity
to sodality that
extirpate individuality
Aug 3, 2019
Aug 3, 2019 at 3:49 PM UTC
Acetone
What a day it will be
when we'll discover that
underneath our overworn sheen
is a layer of untouched rust,
smothered with lust.
And then with a scalding cry,
our minds will shatter,
splitting our belief of love
in half, where it's always been.
We will extirpate
all our memories,
as if the stars never
decorated the sky,
And when someone
inquires why,
you can tell them what we had
was only a velleity
branching out of our hearts.
Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 10:27 AM UTC
A sharp pang
A silent ring
Drifting from the corners of my most precious
Repression
Darting through my body in a lingering scent
That turned my heart to lead
And yanked it to the pitfalls
The brick wall of
You
And the peripheral edges I kept
Side eyes and swept
To try to reconjure the pain
Instead of your name
A free radical in my brain
Slamming my skull in remorse and disdain
******** retrospective idealism”
I took to my fate
Satisfied the craving
In simplicity
Typically
Unbeknownst to me
And instead of refuge
I Found beaded lights in complex plight
Forced to see the stream of me
Where I usually go to break free
From you and me, an unrealistic dream
And now my solace is littered with us
I spent too long on those words
That were gathering dust
Under lock and key in my healing cortex
Cerebral disfunction in seven letter text
Over and over and over I read
Instead of release the destruction increased and I began to bleed, barriers broke with ease
A flood of contrition, prohibited paths
Thinking in numbers, extirpate my crass
Denial that I cared that you clipped your nails
No talons to scratch me, pleasure to veil
Wait til I’m gone to ease that small pain
Convert to embitterment
To not admit that I miss your name
In similar, small, ignite on my screen
I never wanted mean
And never wanted to leave
And I sat in silence
Re read and re fed
Vitality with your words
And Pretended you still meant
Them
Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 2:12 PM UTC
Approbation pours from one cup to another, STOP
You can cut the line with a word or a motion
Like a knife
It's the social flow
It gets disrupted and it goes
But what about the chemicals we learned about?
The hard science distilled from a million dissections
How does it make you feel
To realize everything is just a mechanism?
Strange.
And yet to be the one driving the machine stirs the same kind of emotion,
Evokes the same sense of dearness that it always has
Because no science can bring up the ultimate root
No exacto knife can extirpate the meaning of everything--
Oh, but it can.
An art was born of the wind,
And every no one knows what it means
We still rustle in the atmosphere,
Ultraviolet and weird
Gathered here in an advanced development
Protruding into the universe like an odd fruit
For now this is what everything meant,
And who knows what else
We work with the same old tools
To get the same old thrills
And we like it,
It makes a sound.
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 1:49 AM UTC