"flummox" poems
Write me a meal plan in bright red pain
And tell me this is the answer to all my problems again
Force down a tube through my nose and into my stomach
And watch as I flummox out of control
Fill this gaping hole inside of me
With drugs and sedation
Numb out pain and realisation
Force feed me promises and a smile
Only to regress back in a while.
Fill these cracks
With temporary fixtures
Concoctions of pills and other mixtures.
Treat me with CBT and psychotherapy
Tell me one day ill be free
And maybe if you say it enough times
Ill start to believe it
As much as you say you do.
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 9:30 AM UTC
1-english
I gargled solids much like boulders of the throat.
Upon a dreadful goat,
the lamb was slain in name of said reign.
To diminish the waters
drenching fields of green and brown,
rugged earth, and jagged cliff.
Up nor down no liquids found.
I am placed to flummox the hard matter
of dirt and swallow whilst hurt.
2-norwegian
Jeg gurglet tørrstoff mye som blokker i halsen.
Etter en forferdeliggeit,
ble sauene drept i navn sa regjeringstid.
For å minske vannetgjennomvåt felt av grønne og brune,
robuste jorden, og rufsete stup.
Opp eller ned væske ikke funnet.
Jeg er plassert for å flummox denharde spørsmål
om skitt og svelge mens vondt.
Jan 12, 2011
Jan 12, 2011 at 10:47 PM UTC
Before I went in the morning
I left you my heart
Not wanting to disturb your rest
I quietly ripped it out of my chest
And stored it in a cardboard box
I'd imagine you'll be quite flummox
Debating whether this was sane or insane
So allow me to plainly explain:
I had to depart from you
But my heart could not bear to be apart
I felt it distressing in my chest
For it loves you so freely and pure
Tearing it out was the only cure.
Don't ask why or how
Just know it is yours now
I don't mean to impose on you
Just propose you care for it
Like one would care for roses
Place it at whatever spot you feel it should grace
Treat it right and it will treat you right
Just please, please don't let it go to waste
It won't last forever - for my heart is finite
But there is still many fine nights to come
So enjoy it while it lasts
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 9:57 PM UTC
It must be a sign of growing up
When you no longer have to respond
With formulated laugh-out-louds
Oh, the awkward feeling
The simulation of being real
They don't know how to take it
When you used to be a clown
And now your world surrounds
Neither you nor them
You're spinning on a different axis
And it's so peaceful
And they feel threatened
But it's ok
Somebody somewhere was on to something
When they wrote words of a pro
But echoed thoughts of digression
It's not ok to be weak
Within the frame of a square
But being down's never felt so
So, revelatory
And their worries surround
A schedule of hurries
A cell for a box
A box for a cell
You choose a space filled with nothing
And that's ok
Stayed so long in the blue
Your world turns red
But it's ok
Your slang is from no dictionary
And that's ok
Flummox your way
To a cantankerous position
It's ok
The world has always been a little bit off
And you're the world
And they're too on
On like an insect trapped in glass of honey
Stay sweet
No matter what
Stay sweet
They're a dime a dozen
And you're less endangered
Than you think
Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 9:27 PM UTC
Sound off your mind for this night, take a break and gasp out the sighs of your own lies, your earned it.
Demand cruise control to the neurotransmitters foiling so sporadic.
Set them an ease of peace.
Another bleak day with stripes of black and chrome, aerial(ed).
Releasing so many thoughts at once fleets over any Olympacy attained.
Pull the breaks on your skull.
Let the calm enrich a filthy head full.
Inflict your substance just right, contrary to everything bitterly precise.
Hangover hangover hangover.... the ledge.
Let it spiral the vertical course of dismantled upheavel.
The flummox that flew outgrew you, it was time.
Lackdaiscality is what's best, leave your duncical ruins to rest.
For your dubiosity hitherto was a rotted piece of cake.
Fresh from the mind of lies you relinquished and departed.
Free now to unlatch that choking seatbelt in your head.
The airbag will save you; immix the shuttered space.
For this sound off of your mind wrote content on your hirsuted face.
Dec 10, 2010
Dec 10, 2010 at 5:56 PM UTC
barely it was swaying terrifically in cotton wind of sharp niggling wafers that flummox specially the growling infant sea, this lake, where i am by and satting with my soft particular femme who's metal slithers from her very roundest nostrils glinting rather unobtrusive and stubbornly silver. and jousting by in meager dollops college children blatantly. a basic scent of nonsense huddles on the 2's and 3's (or mayhaps more) they slant upon the dappled lazy soil reticent and uncouthly tread upon with flats little souls. their heads are fat with gullible churning knowledge. they farted from the dusted books. that stately chord of mugging music. that lays in bricks and mortared sighs. on the hillest of tops over looking the cordial bay.
Mar 5, 2011
Mar 5, 2011 at 12:33 PM UTC
Yet in the plane, a bitter taste in my mouth, my heart beat risen,
everything getting even worse -- the feeling of escaping.
Escape to know a whole new world,
from leaving my dusty country boots,
changing my culture, language, sceneries, people
but mostly, taking off the mask of a girl and changing it for a woman's.
A woman without parents, friends, siblings,
A woman alone in the big apple.
I left my little South American city, Valdivia,
arrived to the world's cosmopolitan capital.
I changed my rural roads, covered in dust
for streets with thousands of modern vehicles.
The wooden houses were now impressive buildings,
and the echo of a flummox 2009
got sometimes confused with millions of voices, accents,
faces, skin colors, souls.
It was a year spent in the most popular city
where countries around the world meet as brothers
where avenues separate china from Italy
and where a huge park looked like home.
For a whole year green trees were changed for green signs,
People -- walking souls -- always in a rush
It was New York the city where my memories were left
and it is Valdivia were I bring them back.
Oct 9, 2010
Oct 9, 2010 at 6:17 PM UTC
Don't you flummox me
I'm no lummox
No lame ox
You tell me right now
What you decided
Before you even met me.
This was no three second conspiracy
This was you taking breaths just to breathe
No thought of tsunami or the worst that's upon me
Just silver gilded lilies and cream.
Dec 4, 2011
Dec 4, 2011 at 11:57 PM UTC
You’re probably sitting now
With a glass of cabernet
Sprawled on the couch
Reflecting on your day
Maybe the TV
Is humming along
Singing its song
So you don’t have to
Listen to yours.
You’re heavy with
Loneliness and those
guilty pleasures --
candies --
That you hide
A nervous addiction
Denied
Even though you write it out
In wrappers.
I know I do not fail
To flummox you
You hide it well
But I still see through
“The line’s always open,”
is the urging
Too bad I already
Blew out the fuse
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 10:16 AM UTC
Fluorescence taps the old barked cabin, flummery holds hand's with thickened butter, to be brother's of salted taste. Flummox civilians let plans go to waste, as hydracid's they've slithered to. Who's who? Hyaline force. For thine own porch is ****** in by thy thought's and huzza of goods! For the woods art there to freeith thou, but thine own self cut's them down as human pea-brain no ones!!! For someone is someone thine beast of emptied plaza.....
Hurtless thou couldst be. But thou art stuck in dreams, as reality thou hath made a second hand smoke.....
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 3:49 PM UTC
I was all a swivet
As I awaited that special call
The one my friends called kismet
I was anticipating a fall
I thought you were like other men
All the coquetry and then dump me
But to my surprise, I fell again
This time I won't stop me
As we drove, my hair Aealian
First time ever in a fancy car
Can't help but not complain
Because I can see every star
We continued on our first date
Our second and our third
My mind began to wonder, never too late
So much so, it was absurd
I began to dismiss my emotional alarms
My friends began to aver your fealty
You continues to regale me with your charms
Our conversations, serious and heavy
Reason why you're here escapes me
My feelings began to flummox my heart
Taking away the air I breathe
Allowing passion to start
If I thought you were pernicious
I would've dropped you like a fly
But since none of my friends were suspicious
I stayed to find out more and try
You're a very shrewd businessman
But the biggest surprise, you're also a roue
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 9:42 AM UTC
The day of Doom approaches, did you ever wonder how…
How your *** will die, leave the hear and now
-
World War Three might get you, blow your *** to Hell
It will be so fast, you won’t have the time to yell
-
Or maybe a volcano, will fry you to a crisp
You will be well done, then blow away with the next wisp
-
How about an earthquake, you’ll get buried with some rocks
You won’t need a grave…You will be like a flummox
-
Ah! A Tsunami!…wash your *** away
Do you like the water? Go and splash and play
-
Do you have a bull’s-eye? Painted on your ass
An asteroid will land there, so go drink some kvass
-
Sweet dreams and sleep so thigh, have a happy day
Don’t worry ‘bout tomorrow…makes your hair turn gray
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 3:26 AM UTC