"forfeits" poems
Suicidal tendencies, alleged attempt in 2011
(National Scholar-Athlete)
Bipolar with psychotic features, meds necessary
(President of student government)
Anti-social features, deceptive, manipulative, lying.
(Captain of varsity athletics)
Qualifies as a pickup. Forfeits all rights. Police involvement if necessary.
(President of an all-star rugby club)
Extreme aggression. Any homicidal idealization should be taken seriously.
(Trustee Scholarship to a renown private college)
Narcotics abuse. Marijuana, LSD, Klonopin, ******* Alcohol, Painkillers
(3.7 GPA)
Masks and shields intentions. Deceptive with professionals.
(Active volunteer)
I advise that he be admitted to a hospital immediately
(Participant in community)
Drug abuse counseling, medication, extensive therapy necessary
(Leader of peers)
Diagnoses fly like a panhandlers love affairs
Your inexact science is a disgrace to what I've created
A philosophy based on your experience
Ignoring the dynamic of the human condition
****** for feeling to much
****** for not feeling enough
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 12:37 AM UTC
Gild the marble as divine as ice,
Day's eye sinking below the horizon line,
Red dust drift among torrential specks,
Echoes boom from the valley pine.
Lay upon the crisp sunny hay,
Clean the grime from the sapphire quay,
Immerse 'tween the twilight breeze,
Asps should **** off, leave me in peace.
As synchrony reach cacophony,
Our destinies uncross, tis uncanny.
If true, a key unlocks powers of lore,
Against, the key forfeits my very soul.
Capture my seat of soft emotions,
Crush it against your decrepit merits weigh,
Scheme within your empty jeweled mansions,
Burn to ashes my undead void lest it decay.
All such entities loving their tragedies,
Ridiculous melodramatic melodies.
Slouch and wallow as monuments,
Imaginary quagmire of queer torments.
Swing the fury of Krato's strike,
Kneel in dust of ancient plights,
Hold thy loved ones above the light,
Spy the ragged truth outside insight.
Flood the starry gates: drown my pain,
From colossi reduced to ******** straits,
My mask cares less lest I am unpaid,
Friendship once did the beloved slay.
Tears trembles upon my eye.
Good-bye time, friend of mine.
Oct 8, 2010
Oct 8, 2010 at 6:26 PM UTC
At a distance, the bland earth is a photo tinged of emerald green
Selfsame cars blow through. Playing in the margins
Forfeits judgment and your peace to the 10,000 shades of envy.
The usual story is re-penned like some perverse guarantee
We’ll all be disappointed some day, and everyone is at large
From a distance, those scowling portraits done with shades of emerald green
Something we’ve come to need and come to hate, against what men levy
Me and what they weigh the lithe little ghost of the human heart in
It seems strange outside light of rippling 10,000 shades of envy.
But where it is heard the gentle thrush say, “bereave, bereave, bereave,”
I’ll be a small voice in the coppice, singing, “breathe, breathe, still breathing”
At length, some small corners of the bland earth take on that emerald green
Thorns may drain burgundy from your hands, to leave your skin sticky sweet
Impressed in those ugly scabs like how you love yourself like sin,
The thorns just fall off like clothing in 10,000 shades of envy,
We lift pain away then, the happiness of the finally free
Hands lifted away from prayer can worship the single day in
And closely hold earth’s photo tinged of emerald green, then there’s no need
For forfeiture, I’ve my 10,000 shades of a different envy.
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 8:41 PM UTC
I went with a numbness, and sense of doubt
Dropped at the doors of strangers
But pleased to have been asked.
We all gave our presents to the birthday child
Watching the discarded paper fall and the pile
Fill out the large cushioned arm chair.
Not coming from wealth my present simple style
But always liked, it appeared, much as any other;
Coats taken and placed upstairs.
A quick glance at the other children’s party attire
Mine often a cream jumper and tartan pleated skirt,
Brown leather Clark’s sandels, sensible.
The chocolate game was my favourite
Eating with knife and fork,
As many pieces as able, real fooling about.
Then there was musical chairs that
Put me in despair, as some one always out
And lots of standing about along the wall.
Not very good at general knowledge so forfeits
Left me in tears.
But Oh! for pass the parcel
Always fun had here.
Then to the tea table we went
With eyes bigger than tummies.
All that blamange and strawberry jelly
Sparkly fairy cakes with silver *****
Discarded plates of uneaten sandwiches
Crusts scattering the floor, dropped,
Lastly, milk chocolate fingers galore
And a tiny decorated craker to take home.
The End
Love Mary
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 6:18 PM UTC
Sometimes I wonder—
Tossing, late nights—
Dark hair, dark eyes
Plainer than real
Printed in bold
On the backs of my eyelids—
Is this torture worth,
Are you really worth—
No! yells my angry
Heart, tired, worn-down,
Hands thrown up
Like Sisyphus’,
If his rock even was
Too heavy at the start
No! And none argues,
Only silence.
Next day you’re there—and
Weakly, No! forfeits
My desperate mind,
No! No! No!
My eyes must second
No! No! No!
My palms will to be dry, for
How could you ever be worth—
Then I catch you—
Smiling, the way you do
When you, and your sparkly little eyes,
And your mischievous dimples
All agree that nobody is looking—
Then, the question stumbles
Unfinished from my lips
And I don’t ******* care
I fall powerless, in love again
Every time you smile
May 27, 2012
May 27, 2012 at 11:39 AM UTC
[July 9, 2016]
Consumed within immense anguish he fabricates
A feeling of lifeless dread he cannot erase
A victim of madness, his sorrow and fate
He stares at a forgotten corpse with no face
He hears the skeleton whisper his name
Like being dead is nothing but a game
The whispers echo, like an endless scream
The faceless haunts his every dream
The expressionless gaze leaves him powerless
Against his shame within corrupt conscience
Passively struggling without emotion
Regret builds like an infinite ocean
The mass of guilt crushes his strength
He cannot fight the impossible strain
He forfeits his freedom and gives his life
For the faceless ghost that brings him strife
The forsaken mystery was never resolved
The remains were gone, the blood dissolved
In the end, it turned out the faceless
Was never really a corpse at all
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 1:27 AM UTC
The mirror displays only the imperfections,
The aspects, the qualities I long to change.
The struggle never left me.
I used to think I conquered,
But deep down… I knew.
And it now haunts me the same way it did years ago.
A tear falls to the floor.
The sounds of disapproving mutters echo down the hallway.
This distorted image won’t change
Regardless of what truth tells me.
Nothing you do will alter the fact,
Because I think nothing of it,
Treat it as normalcy.
This is my reality,
My life,
My struggle,
My insecurity.
A battle with the mirror,
The countless flaws it reveals,
A never-ending war,
And neither of us wins,
But neither of us forfeits.
Why do I let this happen?
I must be perfect.
I will not settle for anything less.
But my worst enemy is not the mirror.
It is myself.
Jul 19, 2011
Jul 19, 2011 at 7:21 PM UTC
When Depths tries to meet Shallows
Depths loses itself
And Shallows moves away untouched.
Depths reaches out to Shallows
But Shallows cannot be reached
Unless Depths forfeits its own self.
But Depths cannot transform into Shallows
For Depths hides too much in Her *****
And Shallows will not metamorphose
For he does not have much within.
So Depths and Shallows are never meant to be.
Depths will ever carry her burden
And Shallows will ever drift away.
Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 8:40 AM UTC
Clouds in shrouds and thoughts aloud
Entice you far too soon,
For she who thumbs unseemly sums
Contributes to the gloom.
Chasing pleasures caustic measures
Risking all to play,
Ensures the visions quick incision
Forfeits what you say.
For thee, my sweet, this game complete
Enhances what you are,
To soar so high in crystal sky
Emblazons you....a Star!
M.
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 2:58 PM UTC
The warrior is ready to break,
Due to the difficult journey that caused pain.
Fatigue creeps up on the body and mind,
As he is prepared to raise the flag upside down.
Life’s path has become too rough,
As the fighter tries to hold back tears.
During the quest of survival,
The survivor realizes that quitting is not an option.
If he throw in the towel,
The samurai not only loses his progress,
But forfeits his right to living.
Because existence is the only option,
He continues his route to the top of the mountain,
Fighting for the right to live a wonderful livelihood.
Dec 25, 2016
Dec 25, 2016 at 3:41 PM UTC
A promise can be presented in any form
A ring, a rose, a rainbow
A saying, a book, a poem
A promise to stay, a promise for forever
Another day, strengthened by a promise
But promises can also be broken
When one forfeits the rules
Never play around with promises
You break, you lose, you suffer
By then, this poem is no longer acceptable
But I know this would not be the case
When two took their steps towards each other
When two agreed to love each other
A promise, even a simple one
A promise that can last forever
Jul 6, 2019
Jul 6, 2019 at 9:13 AM UTC
Made it to the edge of the end zone and
I trip over my own insecurities
Can't get back up as the time runs out
I am a one-woman team and
he's far behind
teetering on the 50 yard line
Asking himself: Is it worth it
to try to win this one?
His own answer is in the
timer buzzing and he
forfeits the game,
leaving me back at square one
staring at the leader boards
heart drained of all fight
questioning why I couldn't
make the right plays this game.
I must be my own top player
until someone steps up to plate
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 11:38 PM UTC
Alliteral allure.
Boundaries bottomless.
Controlled cantor.
Deities demonize,
Ethereal epiphanies.
Future forfeits,
Gravity's grandiose.
Humility heckles,
Indignant ideologies.
Jealousy's jungle,
Karated killers.
Lunacy's lovers,
Maddened martyrs.
Noise, never,
Only omens.
Purgatory persuasion,
Quintessential qualms.
Revenge, revenge.
Sultans suffer.
Tyrants terror.
Unilateral understanding.
Violent venom,
Worn wonderfully.
Xenogogue's xenial,
Youthful yearlings.
Zombie zealots.
Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 11:17 PM UTC
A single pebble
crushes;
do not minimise
destruction.
Pellets hold
the small, squeezed grain of bone –
a startling nakedness erodes
it, scars the air
it lies in;
frail and suffering
hung flowers
that hankered after warmth
ooze still their stilled perfections;
and
the innocent beetle
suffers mortally.
Grandiose, magniloquent,
the pebble forfeits nothing.
We are naked, Anne, and caught.
Inside ourselves a pitiless resilience
remains, bounds up, is shot.
The orchid in the spring
still sees it here:
as cruel as me,
as loving and perennial as you.
Dec 26, 2016
Dec 26, 2016 at 3:58 PM UTC
his passion still to
covet general praise,
his life he forfeits
in a thousand ways.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 9:34 AM UTC
To see ahead of what will be
A future so hallow
There’s no relief
The joys of sanity
I yearn to keep
Madness surrounds me
No sins redeemed
In hands of gods
Who don’t exist
In the prayer of saints
Of false beliefs
I fall alone in this abyss
These prayers in vain
Alone I’ll be
Like a rock to a window
I’m shattered to bits
My heart it forfeits its constant beat
Like a moth to a flame
Hate follows me
A constant black hole
I’ll always live
In hands of gods
Who don’t exist
In the prayer of saints
Of false beliefs
I fall alone in this abyss
These prayers in vain
Alone I’ll be
Alone I’ll live
Alone….
I’ll cease
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 2:19 AM UTC
Diligent pride
What more to confide
I've got skeletons in my closet
They move and hit eachother,
Threaten and insult
Every move is assault
To them a wave of happiness
Is a broken bone
a thing to bless.
They are structured wrong...
They will always decay
May they only lay:
In their area
May they bury themselves...
...I want those shelves
But how do they seem to live?
How do they make noise?
Are these things toys?
One step closer...
They stop and stare
Maybe everyone's game is fair
A pair of people
Not a care in the world
Cut some slack as their lives unfurled
Every hero starts small
All the bone marrow making tall:
… the animation of all
The saga of the call
A net in the maul
So only the reckless will fall
The couple's interactions
Will never bury alive the factions
Of all the questions and answers
The lovers have awesome fate
And to clear the air
Is to fortify your mate
Only the bleak,
The forfeits from the weak,
Come to feature the negatives
At first they're meek
Chaos then will leak
Then they'll start wrecking
The good though
Gazing, lusting
Dismantling the fraudulent damaging low
People in the air tell us
Life is malleable
So why the strange fable
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 2:33 PM UTC
once trapped in between metal and wood, the mouse forfeits its life to the higher power
for its own foolishness and yearning for livelihood led it to the clamping jaws of death
the mischief goes without mourning, for deadweight is doomed to the side of the road regardless.
the tiny mouth of a mouse can only squeak so loudly, but the sound is drowned out by the snapping of its fragile bones like a branch of a tree falling
this is an infinite purgatory
rodents aren't reborn, and will always be invaluable to all species but themselves.
everything dies, but the hungry are murdered.
i rest in the corner of a cubic room, stuck in my fate.
i wish not for the best of life, or for a new one afterword
i know my valueless existence will be replaced down the line.
the days flash by and what is left of me is rot, clinging to the bones that make me the weak and deformed being i am.
people would save me if i wasn't a bottom feeder.
a perfect puppy, full of life and joy.
maybe just a bird, wing snagged by a predator whilst trying to ****** food.
i'm not ugly, am i?
am i not worth companionship?
i'm not even worth the food i find for my family.
the world was mine once.
to be free to wander again, without having to worry about being fooled or trapped.
i should be too young to die, but i'm too clever to live.
Jan 24, 2025
Jan 24, 2025 at 4:54 AM UTC