"extricated" poems
feathered shadows
ripple like the water
in the wind
on which they're cast
miniscule
molten metal
droplet beetles
dive beneath
the shimmering water
bathed in
metamorphic waves
of bending light
inobservably tiny legs
quickening
in a graceful fury
sliding through the world
like slow-motion lightning
or a brilliant spark
unnoticeably extricated
from its source
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 11:54 PM UTC
you needed me beneath your baobab tree
fruit left us muted marbles rolled picaresque
through varying estates of decay
with the dawn you extricated
and as the sun you replicated
abruptly sweat shimmered
to cover your soured silk skin
turned to stone
I collapsed
smiling smoke as you died again
Goddess of this Deus ex Machina
relentlessly relieving me of anything I need to be
beneath milkshake shades of pastel plasma sky
we died
smiled together
watched eternity pass us by
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 11:24 PM UTC
One feverishly feigned embrace
And struck with hand, dagger graced
Though the votive venial
It precipitated the coup de grace
Ignorant stood captivated,
Discourse evaporated
As conspirators followed suit
Silence serenaded the orchestrated,
Symphony of treachery accentuated by sovereignty's strikes, resolute
Although he knew the fate awaited
And pain he could not substitute
The fight he would not forsake, and so suffered mute
Until his soul was devastated by the visage venerated...
The coda extricated,
"Et tu, Brute?"
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 9:36 PM UTC
I have extricated foot from mouth on various occasions
Letting fly with all my thoughts on folk and their persuasions
Brain and mouth aren't both in gear when I speak before I think
It sometimes comes out sounding like I've just had a good stiff drink
I sometimes speak without a thought of those who I may hurt
I've been told to reel it in because I can be curt
I promise I will do my best, but, only time will see
I'll make sure that the one I roast...is not in back of me!
Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 7:21 AM UTC
Alone?
I stand insular in my world,
my wings are clipped,
It's my only option, Hobson's Choice is mine, no fears,
No more tears, hearts divisions, between one or two, only, not going to be lonely,
I eternally seek his lust, as a sin it's a must, same with my envy, heralded sin in emerald green,
Not really a sinner, to me, myself, I,
I am ever the victor, I do as I please,
I sit in sight of a future, fulfilled , extricated from a bubble once burst,
Burst.....long in the past,
I am myself, my own figure head, my own mast, my own support,
Guide myself through, stormy seas, tremendous turbulent tempests, always out to get me, not,
Last word on the subject, Forget me not!
Plummet into darkness, so deep,
Then rise, rise once more,
Up above, as the dragon fly flies,
where butterflies flit on the wing, in the sun,
A solar eclipse greets my sweet lips, when we fall in my bed, fed each others' sweet heads!
Only one soul shares my bed, he's the one lives in my head,
He makes me feel sincere unto myself, always,none filled with bigotry,
Bounce right back, with self-esteem, always feeds my mind,
Walk along the tightrope wire, taut with desire
Feelings strong, feeling keen,
Mind aphrodisiac based within in myself,
Chains of resentment, rusted , dusted, deconstructed,
I love myself with all my wealth,
The chemistry I feel for me is freekin, so unreal,
Emotions, never thought I'd shatter,
Copyright Livvi Kent 24/03/2013
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 8:57 AM UTC
I’ve once heard musings
Of recitation reflecting an area
Of negligence that should
Never go forsaken.
Now, it is through my dismay
Which triggers my optimism
To lead me to believe this
Recapitulation has been
Extricated through a
Satirical voice.
However, in the event
That theses musings are
In fact, coming from
A discernible veracity,
Then I have done to you
The gravest disservice I would never
Dream to impart.
Allow this to act as my
Expression of regret
In this particular field
Of verbal lavishing.
Before the moment
You were my salacious secret
And preliminary to my yearning
For parallel mutual devotion
My capabilities of a
Tactile sense of normality
Were fleeting
Forever consigned to oblivion
Until the moment I
Allowed the craving to coalesce
With the collective.
It was then that I realized
The stimulus of my exuberance
Was not a self-fulfilling prophecy.
Rather, one brought on
When we lay entwined
Within one another.
Further musings have been vocalized,
Drawing sight upon the fact
I am twenty-one grams lighter
Than the commune.
Albeit, these musings have
Been satirical in merit,
The inherent truth
Is not controvertible.
Thus was the preceding case
To our amalgamation.
You are the sole vindication
I have a soul.
If there has ever
Been inequity
In my necessity to
Opulent you with
My own verbal musings
I do hope this
Can act as verbatim
If there should be
Any negligence within
This particular field of
Expertise.
Feb 19, 2012
Feb 19, 2012 at 10:28 AM UTC
We met in February,
snow painted red-bricks looming,
flaring nostrils crisply inhaling;
we scampered across the boulevard
doused in the wake of passing tires.
We kissed on a Wednesday,
economically sharing a cab,
considerately a chaste peck,
stirring up a faint blush
while you clutched my hand.
I fell in love one morning
wrapped in a paradox of your limbs;
I extricated myself miserably,
condemned to hard labor
from nine to five.
You called me today,
the unrecognized number
churning cement in my stomach,
an answer to the the seven digit prayer
I left this morning on your pillow.
May 15, 2012
May 15, 2012 at 2:51 AM UTC
.They extricated colors from my dreamsand splattered them onto canvas.Natural starlight rapped softlyon my chamber door,illuminating my life.Hopping to and fro, the ravenblew out each candle,one by one...as starlight flooded the night.Suddenly brilliance met the brush.
Jan 27, 2010
Jan 27, 2010 at 12:18 AM UTC
And on the stairs leading up
your foot catches
and once extricated
catches again. Every stair
the same, every step
an effort to lift
your feet, every inch
of the way a journey.
Every stair
indented, marked
the middles pressed down
by thousands of feet
that once were here
and are no more.
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 2:37 AM UTC
Afraid of what I don't know.
love what hate me the most.
Caught in a battle to be myself
when told the best thing is someone else.
Extricated from defeat.
Accompanied by agony.
Forced to love irony.
Humbled by deceit.
To be myself self I must stay sound
Or change my stars uniquely.
No more innocence to be found
What a battle within me.
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 8:52 AM UTC
Grateful for every unbecoming scar
A soul extricated from restricting bars
Brief was the time, yet the journey reached far
Now standing upright like a timeless cedar
Raven shadows metamorphose into glorious colors
Lips curve into a radiant arc that even the sun adores
Found are the lost keys to rusty locks sealing doors
Sail the dauntless waves and leave the dismal shore
Life's greatest teacher indeed is experience
Resume painting the abandoned dream sequence
The image of a catastrophe's aftermath meeting evanescence
View life with exuberance through a new pair of lens
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 5:47 PM UTC
I never found compensation
For the love I gave.
By my side you promised you'd stay.
So I question why it is that at 4am
When I'm overwhelmed and
Open my window
To jump out and run away
I remember I have nowhere to go.
Who you were before you became insolent.
I was once subjugated to all of your requests;
Selfishness has never been more alluring.
Perhaps, in a way, you've extricated me.
Conceivably, I am thankful for that.
Perhaps one day I will learn, again,
To forgive.
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 9:01 PM UTC
you
me
perfectly matched
separated
extricated
skillfully patched
love
hate
Animosity hatched
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 9:43 AM UTC
I can't breathe.
The air is extricated from
my lungs by their
vacant, judgemental
stares and their obscene
words litter my skin
like the paint
that splattered my pink flesh
as I tried to paint you
a picture of what
this feels like.
No amount of water
could cleanse the feeling
of the tense atmosphere that
clouds my vision
as if I were a wingless airplane
flying on a foggy night, but
I'm not a flight you want
to take home tonight.
And I know you see
my straightened back
as another entity proceeds
2 feet too close into my
personalaized hell.
Turn away.
Pretend you don't see anything.
For acknowledging my
social anxiety doesn't
relieve me.
It causes me to be
more anxious than before.
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 12:01 PM UTC
I’m told that I am too young
to feel the world…
Yet,
I feel every year weighing
down my bones
forcing every archaeologist to second guess
the being they have extricated
from the Earth’s
most intimate parts
every month holding
my head under salt water
screaming in my face:
“Swim!”
every week scratching
at my skin
digging nails deep into
the flesh of my body
every day
kicking my ribs inwards
pleading for them to stab
deep into the things
they have worked
so hard to protect inside of me
every hour asking for me
to give up, give it all up
every minute digging into
my being, my existence
asking for the happiness
I have so long
perfected
every second wonders
why I am
so strong
But the clock has
yet to invert the life
it so painstakingly made
but has realized
the omission in
-DDF
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 8:52 AM UTC
I extricated myself
From man's creation,
Disentangled myself
From the machines
And wires,
Walked
Off the concrete
Disrobing and discarding
The artificial attire,
Then
Stepped
Bare feet
Onto the grass
And,
Made my way
Back home.
(With a smile on my face.)
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 5:24 PM UTC
six weeks later
i can still taste the
faint scent of liquor on
your breath the remnant
of our most recent tryst
the way you bit your
lip and grinned at me
your eyes flashed with
forbidden mischief
when i asked
if i could kiss you
we entangled
ourselves for a moment
extricated from the miasma
of complications our
bodies speaking words
in an ancient language
too sincere to
be misunderstood
six days ago
you asked me not
to write anymore
poems about you
i'd made you shake
your eyes rolled back
with ecstatic envy
in rhythm with
an ode in the vein
of e.e. cummings that left
you quaking on the
brink of bliss
waging an internal war
fighting the impulse
to release the avalanche
of affection latent in
our day-to-day conversations
why stop the flow of words
tell me true my friend
my love
my muse
riddle me this
what would you have me do
when every line i pen starts
and ends with you
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 8:17 AM UTC
The lonely wanderer wasn't lonely though
Until she met you long ago....
There were dreams, there were aspirations
Which haunt her now and lead to frustrations
A sentence announced for no fault of hers
like a Koala devoid of its furs.
Confused, hurt and devastated she
Still longed for him to be.
Buried inside is the Love supreme
Outside clings sadness at its extreme.
A ruthless madness spreads its wings
Fighting depression and cruel mood swings.
Yes, Moving forward, forward with hopeless eyes
Bearing someone's negligence and white lies..
The stage was set, the fire was on
Into the wicked trap, the girl was gone.
Violence, chaos, ignorance and treachery
made her life a living mortuary.
Days passed, her birthday came
only to unveil the wicked game.
Ah! No, Not the flowers nor the cake
but the TRUTH enough for her world to shake.
The stage was set again,but to put out the fire
She was extricated stainless from that filthy mire.
Apparently she was out and free from her ordeal
But the social stigma won't let her wounds heal.
The lonely wanderer is not lonely now
she knows why to live, can manage the how.
Life is much more and every moment count
The heart is too small to let the grudges mount.
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 5:20 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
**How do we extricate ourselves
from the complexity
the multiplicity and diversity
that insists as reality..
Extricate we must
if we are to discover
a real Self supplanting
our illusive separation
relieving the searching
for the missing joy..
Searching and suffering
seem as our paths
until a vital discovery:
we are the joy for which
we search..
We are extricated..!**
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 12:43 PM UTC
Sedated
To live the life of a drug or alcohol
Abuser, I know nothing that can be related
But we all know that life can get us down
I’d still rather live it than to be sedated
There’s no judgment here, I’ve had my
Share of darkness and being frustrated
But I cannot imagine not feeling at all
Because of being numb and sedated
Livin life each day under a haze
With every moment highly concentrated
On getting the next fix to remain
Out of touch with reality and sedated
To be in a place so dark for so long
And to find yourself so devastated
That you cannot find joy in anything
And so you’d just rather exist sedated
Even at times I’ve been high and I’ve stood
At the edge of Suicide, I’ve never extricated
I’ve never separated myself to being
Dependent upon the vice of being sedated
A life of no joys and nothing to look forward
Too, not one thing that has me captivated
And only livin with darkness and pain
Until once again I can become sedated
I’ll pray for those who have found yourself
There for what ever reason, life complicated
Please know that I care for you and life is
Worth living without being sedated
Written By:Charles Kean
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