"forcefield" poems
Don't obsess over the romantics-
shadows of eyelashes
what longing is and means
the way a chest falls
when bad news is heard.
Do anticipate disappointment-
and revel in pleasant surprise
only for the moment it exists.
Understand nothing lasts forever.
Don't give it away all the time.
and form a forcefield- a wall if it wills.
Always focus on the next task at hand.
Stop being so gracious-
and have more ambition,
demands that are either met or excelled,
higher standards.
You are stone until you want to be water.
Trees until you want to be storms.
The mouse until you want to be the owl.
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 3:19 PM UTC
Who do you think leads us
When we find it there at the top of the mountain
The sky a sweating forcefield
Defending an unknowable cannibal society from the rages of brutality
No lifeguards here at the sidewalk hot dog stand
No golf carts swerving in and out of lanes
On a neighborhood parkway
Our footsteps bend back with tension
Where we face a collision course
With a culture three short steps removed
And left to warp and mutate in the lee of the stone
Where sands of time blow sparingly
To the pace of a sputtering tractor motor
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 1:48 PM UTC
Through the gardens
Head over heels
Over and ahead hills
Time met a forcefield...
"Love Metaphor's Field"
Shall we cross
The lines of the path
Pass pastures
The past matters
It's the path to the present
Pleasance
Now
Is the time
To take the future
A few Daisies at a time
Thier radiance
So similar to the sun
But Sunflowers disagree
To the utmost degree
And they still wave
Peace
The Rose says
Romance is beauty
In the eyes that behold her
Forgetmenot's
Are unforgiving
To those who don't...
Memories
Remind us
Of the pasts importance
And we move foward
Through assortments of bouquets
New day
Others aren't as please
The violets hide under trees
And shade thier purple face
And sing the blues
No jolly
Oh
Holly ornaments
Hang accross vines
And intertwine tight as twine
Or a kiss...
Tulips under the mistletoe
Such bliss
As free as insects
The Beatles
Eat the ripe fruit of life
We share
No one cares
There's
Strawberry Fields Forever
Sweet scents
As we swing
Life has been like a Jasmine
Imitating that yellow sun
And it's will
While we walk without haste
Through Love Metaphor's Feild
Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 1:09 PM UTC
Atlas shrugged &
shook the brains
outta Tuesday's baby
about noon
on a Kathmandu doomsday.
the Berkley Tribe,
all the like & kindly rivals
was all in an uprising
over the missing peace
& meanwhile
The Big Evil cavorted on
in the east
of everywhere.
and the They was distorting real reality
to tickle their own fancy
& pawn overpriced romance
novels off on the populace.
nevermind the **** ***
boiling over on the stove top.
foiled again in clover feilds
& the poison only yields
it never stops completely
**** for pysche
forcefield shield
of freedumb fighter
white knight
izard-fucking
grand wizards
winner gets the glittery
7 minutes in heaven
with the blister queen
licking scissors
shiva shiver
ego wither &
sizzle in a cigarette flicker
**** a filter
my lungs aren't black enough
& this isn't the end
filthy tongued
french kiss misery.
he's that crass.
& he wants to be a ******* so
Charlie did himself in the chapel&
got laughs when the rats
came to have at the maggots
in his skin
he called em both his children
& loved em unconditionally.
Only figured
he address the issue
by ******** bout
the situation that faced
him & all of us
instead of
setting things in they place.
*have grace
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 9:16 PM UTC
DISTORTED
We could pretend that we arent lying to ourselves (selves)
But we both know we hang our love up on the shelf (help)
What we say and what we feel are two different things
Babe if we dont figure this out i fear we'll go insane
****** attraction
Turning into passion
We just want the action
Thats my
Satisfaction
Whats the story morning glory
Today you love me?
Today you bore me?
Numb the feeling
start the dealing
Let emotions stray
At what cost?
Stop the lying
(My head's spinning)
Whats illusion
(whats the real thing)
Distorted
It is our story
How long till we are history?
Alleged love it is a mystery!
This distorted love is on the rocks
I love no i dont i love you i dont i love
I dont know what to say
Or how to feel
This rocky ****** relationship is getting far too real
I guess its safe to say that gamblin with cupid only gets you ******
And not in the way you want to-
oh just my luck!
Well i must tell you this charade is getting old
I guess it is harm's way of saying we're too bold
Trying to make our own love genre i guess we have to know that
You can only **** so many times before life ***** you back
****** attraction
Turning into action
Thats my satisfaction
Where's the ****** passion?
Guitar solo
This distorted love is on the rocks
I love no i dont i love you i dont i love
I dont know what to say
Or how to feel
This fighting fueled relationship is getting far too real
This distorted love is on the rocks
I love no i dont i love you i dont i love
I dont know what to say
Or how to feel
This rocky ****** relationship is getting far too real
**** my mind on last time
But leave my love on the line
My bodies a forcefield one that you wont get
But getting over you feels like my biggest regret
****** attraction
Turning into action
Thats my satisfaction
Where's the ****** passion?
Leaving my heart alone is my greatest satisfaction.
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 5:19 PM UTC
Let me tell you about this boy
my cuddle buddy
best friend
lover toy.
My hand warmer
jacket lender
mix tape maker
park walk partner
parent pleaser
calls me his sunshine
guy.
Yeah real sly...
when he nonchalantly
sends that piece of hair
back behind my ear
he leans in enough
to rupture this forcefield
I have built around myself.
He smells like stargazing
and it's hard for me to imagine
that I've ever understood
the concept of walls and ceilings
because I suddenly doubt there'd be space
within them for me and these feelings
because somewhere up above
me and this boy's hands
were crafted to hold only each others'.
The trees know
and the rocks know
and the "no trespassing" cops know
to let us be
in our own little puddle of moonlight
in a world with so many potholes
we are just tadpoles
not sure what the future brings
but willing to keep on swimming
because we'd heard that God
had promised us wings.
Yes this boy will put an end to the dark days
reinvent my concept of time
to where my heartbeats mark the seconds
but until that moment arrives
I'll keep looking for the boy
with the hands that only
fit mine.
Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 9:39 AM UTC
My entire life
No matter where I go, who I'm with, what I'm doing, how drunk I am
I have always felt on the outside - out of the picture
From childhood's hour
I have not been like others are
I've always been
Out of the conversation, at a distance
As though I am alone in existence
Everywhere I go, there is an impenetrable barrier
At home I'm a foreigner in my own land
I've always felt like a different breed
Slowing down when others pick up speed
As if I was the only one picking up the sounds or words that others don't hear
Deaf to the words that they do hear
I do not hear what others hear, I do not see what others see
Doing, saying, thinking things that others don't
When I try to explain what my world is like,
I baffle and stutter and can't find the words
And they look at me
From the other side of the barricade
With condescending, puzzled smiles
I've never really been a part of a group, a piece of a whole
Even in my own house, with my own friends,
I've always been an intruder
Everything I say, everything I do seems offbeat
I feel like everyone is dancing some sort of elaborate choreography
And I haven't learned the steps
Or they're all playing a game
And no one taught me the rules, or let me roll the dice
I've always felt out of it,
As if I was alone on the opposite side of an enormous, invisible window
Pressing my hands against the glass, tracing worlds in the fog
A stranger looking in
I've always felt it
Struggling to break the sturdy facade
In crowded parties, sleepovers,
Lunch breaks, with my family, with best friends
But with him
I'm not an outsider
Even though we argue, or call each other names,
Or slap each other, or steal each other's pens
We understand each other
Simply
Easy
With him
There is no window, no barrier, no wall
When we talk, there is only us
Encased in a small, invisible circle
A circle I'm not excluded from
Which enclosed us, and protects us from the world
All the others fade,
And only remains this sort of forcefield
There's no plausible explanation
For this halo
Nothing logical about it
Nothing like "we just get along",
Because we don't, not always
But the circle is there
Undeniable and hopefully eternal
One day I'll trace that circle
Around us, and he'll see it
too
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 1:12 AM UTC
I have been named Darkness, as a term of endearment.
I have been said to be an itch that one cannot scratch.
I go to extremes in no direction,
but do so quite intensely.
I long to ***** poisons from stranger's candies, but know that I never will.
I have obsessions and urges of a feral nature.
And I like it.
I'm a ******* good woman, and a woman good at *******
I glow from a place you haven't explored yet, but have always longed to do so.
And you'll let me through your forcefield with ease
because you know these things already.
Apr 8, 2010
Apr 8, 2010 at 7:26 AM UTC
when it hit you home.
*you’re eyes closed at shutter speeds,
when the heart sinks,
or sank.
and each blink individually,
starts to take a second of your life from me,
frivolously.
and your mind focuses,
but like a broken lens,
you nictate, nictate,
like you’re stuck on repeat.
and you dictate the aftermath,
like you have admitted defeat.
as cynosure slips from your fingertips.
the closure in the locus.
you spoke to me in hindsight,
and you spared me in the moment.
still glowing, albeit, caliginously.
you described the bright lights in defiance,
lying sweetly,
in a conversation, in constellations,
i’ll remember you in full bloom;
in keepsakes;
we wished to the the stars aligned,
shining flowers for you in the nights sky.
whilst you fought for your life, in kind.
high as a kite, twinkle in your eye,
as you guide your life
away.
still in spite,
of your perdition,
the latest addition of you.
when i see you in ruin.
through the body as it mortifies,
and your fortified smile,
tortured denial,
a defiant forcefield,
shatters and eviscerate,
and as you evaporate;
i see your lips crack through dryness,
my queen and highness;
i’ve not seen you laugh for a while.
and as I see time pass,
from you astute,
a calmness in your eyes grew,
and now when you belly laugh,
you gasp for air,
it’s as if,
not much is inside there.
as you stutter and stammer,
judgement impaired,
scared.
and yellow coloured,
tinged skin,
bed ridden
in affliction,
to me,
to you.
as it dawned on me
and then it dawned on you.
when it finally hit you home,
nothing left but skin and bones,
the final petal of a rose,
fell.*
**I still miss you.
I miss you still.
I always have,
always will.**
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 6:08 AM UTC
"You're a ***** girl"
you've gone too far
"The ***** is back"
actually, she never left
There's a few varieties in this domain:
Some of us hang back, quiet
observing
armored
locked and loaded
ready to protect with that forcefield...
Alert
Aware
Buffering
Then there are those
malicious and spiteful
poised to pounce
and
take
take
take
Gluttonous
Perverted
Cruel
Which one are you?
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 8:29 PM UTC
as I walked in white
in the gilded summer night
foot steps following
one heel, one heel
down the street
downtrodden
floating
detached
lost
a call came from
a wind maker on the street
a stirrer of emotions
a sorcerer whose only game
was that of creation
I watched the draw and pull
of the strangers into his
gravitational field
tendrils of invisible allure
wrapping around shoulders
ankles of passersby
as they froze
captivated by his moth-and-spider web
of alien, archaic sound.
in the aftermath
of my escape
from his forcefield
I sat on a bench
carefully attempting
to tuck the edges of my
being back
inside my body
so to join
the rest of the anonymous
collective fleeing
from the ancient
difficult feelings
he had stirred
from the greater
universal melting ***
no longer recognized
in this
Cold Age of Chrome and LCD screens.
Jul 20, 2011
Jul 20, 2011 at 7:19 AM UTC
i stand
looking down at
a pile of
ash
that was my heart
my eyes
my ears
my lips
my logic
my trust.
i kick the
pile
with a look of
distaste.
i have no wish
to create a new
form out of this
floating
disconnected cloud
of dead
particles.
i am a phoenix.
i have built my own
funeral pyre
on which
i will burn
and
be reborn.
i will begin
a new
cycle of
life.
i will be
an unstoppable
force of
pure light
and
a forcefield
of earth shaking love.
Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 1:04 AM UTC
As my space shuttle touches down on earth’s familiar territory
I find I have become more alien than human
Through my journey in the seemingly infinite darkness
I recognize the faces of friends and family
As well as the landmarks of my childhood
However as I remove my helmet, the fresh air feels foreign in my lungs
A language barrier has also erected itself in my absence
My words only result in confused glances
An invisible forcefield thicker than the atmosphere prevents my meaning from landing
Silence has become my method of speech
My native tongue doesn’t rest comfortably between my teeth and lips anymore
I try to remove my bulky battle armour of glass and fabric
It has shielded me from the assault of emptiness
And the weapons of rock and ice that quietly aimed and fired at my heart
Cloaked in shadows and stillness
I find that it is more difficult to remove than I imagined
But I cannot truly return to where I belong until I let its weight fall from my shoulders
And so I must
The steadying anchor of gravity calls me home and I must obey
Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 5:07 PM UTC
I don’t mean to shut lovers out
But
A forcefield of uncertainty surrounds me
As I expand with the expanding universe
As a force of creative energy
Forged and tempered in spirit fire
Bridged in eternal continuity
A Traveler must travel alone
There’s no place like home......
There’s no place like home.......
There’s no home...
Nov 10, 2020
Nov 10, 2020 at 8:03 AM UTC
It’s like trying to find your way out
of an invisible cube,
A forcefield of aloneness.
Inside my head - an island of one.
It wan an illusion all along.
There was never any ‘in’ crowd.
You had your dreams bought and
sold from under you.
Clinging – Grasping – Paving my improved path.
This is where I stand, judge me as I am.
An ode to tomorrow in the closing of today.
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 1:29 AM UTC
I need permission
To break through this invisible forcefield,
To give you a hug,
And make it not ******
Yet...
We both know
It not to be true.
Mar 24, 2024
Mar 24, 2024 at 10:03 PM UTC
I thought I was making you happy,
But as the days went by,
I realised it was the other way around.
I was your burden,
One that just added more and more pounds.
I was wallowing,
Drowning in a sea of my own sorrow.
The sea made of my tears
The only thing getting my through
Was the thought of you.
Then you left...
You were pushed away by my
Black forcefield.
The force of the push,
I thought would break you in pieces.
Oh my poor, poor, naive thoughts.
The force of the push,
Shattered me instead.
You were as whole as I was deluded.
I'm just glad they didn't envelope you as they did me.
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 11:56 AM UTC
Silence is my weapon
An electric, invisible forcefield
That grows everyday
Until I am left
With no one
For miles around
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 8:02 PM UTC
this alteh kocker nostalgically reflects
being ma late mama's boytchik
(now, she long since deceased,
whose cremated remains of day
scattered to all points on compass)
fondly referencing
both sisters as dabchick
incongruously sprinkled her Brooklyn brogue,
especially when angry, she quickly segued
from mild expletive fiddlestick
the latter playfully aired,
when kibitzing wit bubeleh
reminiscing being dirt poor,
nonetheless zee mother
every now an again homesick
regaling the whole mishpokhe
(meaning us brood of kids)
interrupting herself
with frequent non sequiturs
discombobulated anecdotes switching subjects
as if external forcefield
jimmying a joystick
interleaving disparate threads with subsequent
tangential linkedin snippets
with feigned lovesick
chatting 'bout cockamamie
"Grandpa Moishe"
and his chaim yankel posse
(to escape hen pecking nudnik
"grandma Rebecca"),
a trenchant termagent bubba,
not averse to incorporate dreck
in the same sentence with zayda
ostracized him
scoring figurative placekick,
whence upon his schlepping back home
met with "silent treatment" dampening rollick
king atmosphere choking tearfully
"mother" recounted
farblunget anger thick
lee palpable extremely discomfiting,
particularly when ("mom's")
girlhood friends bore witness aye gavalt,
where penury churned moribund thoughts
viz empty cupboards
devoid of bare necessities
a figurative apropos yardstick.
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 3:48 PM UTC
Forcefield around my head.
I probably should be in bed.
My walls are red,
my fish is dead.
I'd throw your body into a shed.
I didn't mean a thing I just said.
(gbr)
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 12:10 PM UTC
Drones lazor equipt
Build a forcefield
In a sphere lazor armor
You cant touch plasma
Ill go 10 mph in a lazor held vehicle
100 years twa but space
Ill static electricity a sphere and mercury
Like nurolink
Dont blink
Emp no charge
D
I
E
Like a cad machine
Ill build a perfect layer beam an platform
Name 1 poet area 51 who got
Alien in his cell
Ill bounce off gravity particles
Ill 18.8 frequency **** 24.4
Noone got a lazor as nice as me *****
I ain lying invincible soon we flying
Feb 25, 2024
Feb 25, 2024 at 5:45 PM UTC
I’m not in your life anymore,
It was kind of inevitable,
so, I’ll keep a straight face and pretend I accept it,
You’ve got your best friend and your lover,
You’d hardly have need for your one-time blood brother,
And that’s fine,
That’s okay,
That’s good,
But then you have to break where you once so strongly stood,
When you message me at 2 all drunk and alone?
It was just a one off but now my brains on a roll,
And your angry sad tweets are a call to my soul,
But I can’t intervene,
Some sort of border control,
Some hidden forcefield,
Some unspoken rule,
You’ve got all that you need but still broke from the fall,
This spark is fading out but I’m no good with lighters,
You have a man that will try and he’s such a good fighter,
So, I’ll leave it to him,
Because you are my fear,
I want to return to the start of this year.
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 5:39 PM UTC
The heat of your stare consumes me
My favourite satellite
An easy slide into your atmosphere
Locked in your forcefield of passion
Two supernovas swirling around eachother
Dancing around who makes the first touch
Afraid of what it might become
Your sweet breath becomes my breath
A magnetising exchange of life force
An insistent and sincere promise of a holy union
Of man and of woman
A higher plane of conciousness
A closeness closer than close
Entwinement of desire
The first touch tracing waves of heady need
Ripples upon ripples,
taut and taunted
Calling for warm comfort
In the cold of unfulfilled union
A featherly trace laces budding tips
Vibrating its sweet song
in the easy parting of lips
Tenderness melds with clawing desperation
Hardness searching for delicate harbour
Slippage
A universe of pleasure has opened up
The sparks fly lighting up oblivion
Creation has spoken its truth
Love has had its way
showering sweet pulses over plums and rosebuds
Endless yet finite
A love that can never be serviced
merely by words spoken
A thrusting of passion so worthy
An acceptance of pleasure so obligatory
Natural and ethrial at the same time
No deep is too deep in discovery
lips upon tips
Hips upon hips
Gasp upon gasp
Transcendence
higher and higher
head long into nirvana
An exultant expression
All our love comes at once
Super nova after supernova
Dulling down to a deep seeded need
To be your everything even at the risk
Being nothing
Because even in that nothing
Is more than everything
in that universe of desire
that calls me by your name
And thrills me over and over again
An endless winding road to the deepest abyss
Safe in the knowledge of your desire placed
In the ***** of my ***
wrapped by the glory of your love
Feb 14, 2023
Feb 14, 2023 at 3:35 AM UTC
So wonderful, so plush,
A warm like no other.
Wonder in your eyes,
Treat me as a mother.
I shook in the night,
A fear consumed me
But you laid on my chest
And grounded my minds’ flees.
I thought I felt hands
Grabbing my feet,
Silent tears hit my pillow
But you made me complete.
You thought You needed Me
You just wanted my hand.
Little did you know,
You did more than you could understand,
I stroked your back,
Buried my tears in your fur,
I felt your kind rubs
And was deafened by purrs.
I was still terrorized,
Still shaken to my core,
You built me a forcefield
While you just laid by me and snored.
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 5:55 PM UTC