"fortification" poems
The alarm woke me up
Constant beeping by my head
It just wont shut up
But I think I'll stay in bed
There's a snooze button for a reason
and that reason today is me
I'll try to be gentle nextime Mr Snooze
And not hit you so forcefully.
My bed is my kingdom the scorching sun seiges
My curtains' my fortification's already breached
I admit my defeat and go see whats in the fridge
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 6:44 PM UTC
Conflicted, conflicted
My mind so encrypted
There is no escape, my memories inflicted
Pouring through thoughts as my emotions drifted
Searching for absolution, through sands of sorrow I've sifted
Conflicted, conflicted
My spirit isn't lifted
Entombed from mistakes wondering what I did
Errors and consequences and a farewell I do bid
Conflicted, conflicted
Thoughts and emotions contradicted
Standing here hollowed, my heart evicted
Still is the world, not much to be gifted
Error, error
Fear and terror
Time to shut down or be lost all over
Again and again with my soul torn asunder
Error, error
Shut down or be caught by despair
To late, it's here, it caught me unaware
The damage is absolute with no way to repair
Error, error
It will never be better
Not a shred of care
Caught in Medusa's stare
Begin rebooting sequence
Letting shutdown commence
Countdown has begun
Five, four, three, two, one
Nothing but darkness
Soul as a black screen filled with emptiness
Clearing all of my thoughts, my whole head
If I didn't reboot, I'd be as good as dead
Startup commence
Beginning with mental defense
Fortification complete
Open emotional files, hit delete
Blank canvas and nothing more
An empty shell of what I was before
It will happen again and again
It will stop, but nobody knows when
I am a blank slate but in the depths of my mind
Are the thoughts and feelings I wish I could leave behind
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 2:45 PM UTC
Water take no cleansing action to his detention
That has felt no remorse for the notion of vindication
Foolish mentality, child without maturity
Lead by impulse, and lulled by a narcissist
Sitting there like gravity has given you control
Ignorant individual entrapped with your own soul
Take one moment, talk, not to her but for her
Exactly what was your discourse, are you her
Did you act on juvenile inclination or fortification
Subconsciously lost to wicked temptation
Sincerely do you have a mental hindrance
I’m subjecting to name-calling because of this dance
Who are you following what are you allowing
Your letting the past mold your thinking
Don’t get defensive you made the offensive
Your know the history, yet you let lust be submissive
“Go back” that is what you lack, the thought to review
And guide your way through and accept you’re flawed
Jan 31, 2010
Jan 31, 2010 at 11:37 AM UTC
Succubus why Torment
and Torture me,
is it Savvy to get your
Immoral ****** satisfaction
from Incubus, am Human with Blood
in my Veins,
my Zing isn't akin
to your Zeal succubus,
Your Presence is Subtle,
would you Deign to Leave me Alone,
God's Succor and
Fortification is all
it Takes,
and no Day will I
ever Fret about you, Though you're Fractitious
Opposite of me Frail,
But through the Struggle,
I stand to Gain,
De Jure am supposed
to be FREE not a *** slave,
Self assured with
Fortitude
I'll Reach my Zenith......
@miamizoliver
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 8:56 AM UTC
from the eye wall
thoughts of imminent rain
banked clouds assemble
black and ominous
with saturated breath
will not be denied
their time to rage
against the numbness
of each little death
barometers fall
coastal fortification
futile sandbagging
forlorn gestures
against the flood
a tropical depression
jet-streaming blue
wild moon tide
to desolate shore
precipitation
gray accomplice
faithful torrent
stratified walls erode
sodden wood, bone
unbalanced homes
collapse gracelessly
no match for gravity
or the merciless sea
Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 12:43 PM UTC
Christmas, Christmas, Christmas
Urggg yrgggg yrgggg urggg,
the songs are like a clogged bell
streaming depressive used sounds
Hymns of abused commercialisation
As an excuse of mixed celebrations
Christmas, Christmas, Christmas
Urggg yrgggg yrgggg urggg,
you remain dead for long time ago
when my heart changed into stone
and my dance a faded fortification
in opened doors of the unreached
Christmas, Christmas,Christmas
Urggg yrgggg yrgggg urggg,
a season where enemies embrace
with a tint of lost meshed generosity
That flavoured distasteful laughter
Coated with silvery decorations
Christmas, Christmas, Christmas
Urggg, yrgggg yrgggg urggg,
a shaw of the dying tower blocks
Overlooking hunger and troubled war
that height of starry driven nights
Casting shadows to the chilled earth
Christmas, Christmas, Christmas
Urgg, yrgggg yrgggg urggg,
The trees are felled to make cards
with anthems of a failed system
the tide of the recycled messages
of happy tidings, fill the bellies ehhh
Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 1:17 AM UTC
He is the Colosseum,
With high walls built up that have withstood centuries of harsh winds and violent storms.
He is looked upon with such admiration, this looming citadel of aestheticism, and is unmatched in any respect.
All who pass pay reverence to this fortress of great strength.
At first, navigating the Colosseum is a daunting task,
But as I started to wander down his narrow hallways and stroll past his looming arches,
I began to learn my way around and figure out just what it was that made him so magnificent.
And then, Thank the Deities,
I wandered upon the brilliant stadium of his heart.
But sadly I came to realize that behind his stable facade was a decaying sight, for his walls were crumbling on the inside.
The stones that were built to protect his fragile insides served a different purpose, to mock him of the storms that have hurt him in the past.
He was hidden behind this fortification and writhed in the cold darkness, alone and scared.
He was afraid to go out and fight, convinced that the violent storms outside that have battered him so, will surely come again.
I pity his soul, for having to take the time to put up each monstrous pillar, put down every concrete block, and fill every crack with cement.
He felt that this was necessary in order to be sure that no evil forces could hurt him ever again;
He was filled with hatred for the world because of what it had done to him.
But as a dedicated warrior, I musn't let him be scared any longer.
He has been gracious enough to let me into his life, into his amphitheater of a soul.
He is my Apollo, and I want to show him how beautiful the cosmos can be.
So I will be his gladiator, and fight for his name.
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 8:34 PM UTC
I was Dreaming of You
My Lover
The Anticipaticipation of
Our Intimacy
I was wishing for Your
Strong Arms to hold Me
Lips so soft and Wet
Anticipating being Taken
Wonton for your touch
Giving back and Forth
Forth and Back
Till completely Spent
I believed we were Connected
Dreamt of Moments Ahead
Looking forward to
Mutual Gratification
Was Dreaming the Best Dream Yet
Soft, Cool, Clean, Crisp Sheets
Pillows upon pillows
To rest my Head
Leaving the Weariness
Of My Body
Melting softly into Bed
The Anticipation
Even if just for a Day
Experiencing your Presence
Exploring each other in every way
Relaxation, Contemplatinion, Re- Fortification
Time Suspended
Melding together
Exquisite Wonder of Each Other
The Oneness of Us
Under A Canopy of Stars
Copyright © 2014 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 12:07 PM UTC
*fortification
through vulnerability
strength's dichotomy*
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 10:54 PM UTC
I am sick of wasting my energy
Convincing people that I am deserving of their affection
That I am deserving of love from those who I want it most.
All they've done is take and demand more.
Slightest afflictions would send me
profusely apologizing.
Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.
When I owe nothing of the sorts.
You say I betrayed you, but you stopped talking first.
You say I left you behind but I don't recall your footprints by mine.
You're life has changed and you hate that.
I'm just a reminder of what your life used to be like.
I am not responsible for your happiness,
yet you mar mine.
You didn't want to hurt alone,
so you ensured I'd hurt too.
I let the numbness wash over
calluses form on my heart, roughly applied.
The first time hurts, but eventually it hurts a little less.
Blisters form until that thick patch of skin builds up
and my patience wears down,
and now my empathy can be short-lived.
We swapped roses,
unaware yours had thorns.
I pricked my finger
and now the yellow is stained with red
and skin will need to be cleaned and bandaged
and the heart continues to be broken despite increased fortification.
I thought what doesn't **** you makes you stronger,
that it creates perseverance.
And it does,
but it hardens the soft in spirit
and my patience is no longer there for you.
And leaving gets easier.
Saying goodbye gets easier
And it hurts a little less.
I care a little less.
And I don't know if that is a good thing or a bad thing.
Mar 7, 2023
Mar 7, 2023 at 7:19 PM UTC
i caught the plague
every second hazy
every minute vague
so well balanced this tribulation
that it affects every nation
worthless is the medication
unless taken with fortification
drunken reeling
useless feeling
pitiless luck...ummm...
fruitless duck?
ahhhh ****
no wait, wait... i got it now
adenoidal cow?
hormonal sow?
the far back reaches
of the here and now...
the stern of the boat
but now the bow..
free blow jobs for
Chairman Mao
i'm trying to finish
this ****
but how?
rhyming is fun
until its not
sorry for this ****** poem
but no one will read
it anyway...
sincerely, Marge Schott
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 12:37 AM UTC
The statuesque stones were once placed in a circle so grand
Safely surrounding the secrets hidden within
Perchance as protection from the distribution of inequity
That raged from the inner recesses of man
An infinite hedge of fortification so majestic in its defense
Still stands proudly holding all the secrets within
Perhaps of the cycles of life or passing of time
Heatedly debated for ages by man
So many have come to observe this mystical circle
To meditate upon its original plan
Oblivious to the fact that what could be so simple
Can often be perplexing to man
These statuesque stones still bravely defend the secrets
While the mystified onlookers stare
Believing if the reason were simple for their existence
It would be such a sad and distressing affair
Jun 19, 2010
Jun 19, 2010 at 9:34 PM UTC
Take my love as a shield:
To protect you in times of strife
From the rages of war,
From the sands of time.
Take my love as a shield:
Bulwark of the ages,
Stalwart of the weak,
Aegis of support.
This shield does not break:
Unyielding fortification,
Knight of the rose,
Knight against night.
This shield does not shatter:
Impenetrable fortress,
Sight of safety,
Home of hearth and heart.
Take my love as a shield:
For you I live,
For you I protect,
For you I adore.
Take my love as a shield
For it’s all I can give.
It’s worth fighting for;
It’s worth dying for.
Even if I break and shatter,
My fortifications crumble
And my fortress is overcome
Take my love as a shield
To protect you from my night
For I am a weak knight;
I am at war with myself-
Take my love as a shield.
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 5:40 AM UTC
Just Days Before XMAS
I’m up on a Sunday morning so early that only the church goers are out on Spruce St. But I do not believe. I’m not singing along with my favorite songs. I don’t know that they are still my favorites.
I’m ************ onto faces that aren’t there. Don’t remember throwing that desk through that wall. Don’t remember being that strong. Ever. I do remember wanting to see you **** her last night. I’m sorry.
I see people chiseling off the glaze of morning-ice from their shiny, leathery luxuries. Mine’s from my ***** hair I napped too long outside. I ask them if they would like my help. “Excuse me sir, my mind’s not right (I’m in a bad place [right now]).”
I get home to sleep in a fortification that I don’t know. Surrounded by people that I’m even less familiar with. And I wonder why I didn’t crash my car going 400mph. into the back of that electric trolley that looked more like a nostalgic toy than something to ride upon. Look at me: I drive a V6.
I sleep until I am ***** again. Not hungry, ***** I **** myself with a grip that borderline feels like yours
I wake up so late on a Sunday afternoon that I couldn’t possibly call myself a football fan. I love the Dolphins.
Jun 17, 2010
Jun 17, 2010 at 7:18 PM UTC
Ochre scrubbed ebony skin
Wooden jewelery here and there
Picture perfect beauty in simplicity
She walked in moral fortification -
fashioned in decency
Hardwork and wisdom was her charm
Barefeet and weighted with firewood on her head
Pots and baskets she juggled in hands
and through scorching heat she focussed ahead
the dessert sand burning her feet
Not once did she say it was a plight
She was proud to be a woman
The keeper of men and children
Through rain through sunshine
cooperating with her man's other woman
She worked for survival of all
Getting up in the first light of day
Submitting and respecting
Raising her children in acceptable ways
She was the unglorified worrior
A war hero could not fit her shoe
But she didnt have that shoe
So she smiled and made her man happy,
and her children
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 7:28 AM UTC
Let's runaway
You and me.
Just you and me.
Just like how we dreamt,
Just the way we always wanted.
In one of those long trains,
That takes us to destiny.
Along with the other bunch of curious eyes,
Ours being the brightest,
Hand in hand, lovey dovey,
Blending with stardust,
Let's get lost in our dreams.
Come, Lets runaway
From all these planned chaos,
Organised crimes, so called selfless responsibilities.
Let's free ourselves from this cage.
This cage, locked by the society.
We've gotta escape it.
Not like those dewdrops slipping through the leaf,
But like the warriors breaking through the fortification.
Come, Lets runaway,
I don't know where
Let's just run till we find our destination.
Inevitably this will be a long run,
But this will never be tiring
Because we are together.
We will be tormented with storms
Don't be scared, we are together.
We will survive the storm.
When the journey gets harder
Don't be flustered, never step back.
Hold my hand tight, we'll be fine.
Trust me, this is what our every single heartbeat wished for.
Every breath out of our lungs went in search of this quest.
Lets get it and feed our souls.
Come, Lets run away.
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 2:31 PM UTC
I am going in for another round or two
Come February I will be
romancing giant textbooks
I am going to have my ***** deep in academia again
There's a new postgraduate student in town!
In a way this is part of my master plan to defer the reality of being ****** into the hideous job market
My relentless fruitless search for employment has left me disheartened and somewhat regretful
Though at the very end of the day I am proud of my accomplishment
I did it for me
What isn't immediately forthcoming is no reason for me to forget why I embarked on this quest for education
And why I held on
It is something no one can take away from me
The satisfaction of feeding your brain with knowledge is some kind of high
This is of course debatable
Perhaps I hide behind these books
As if they offer me fortification
Not letting anyone in
An ice queen of note
but you can't cuddle 2 degrees
And you cannot share a meal with either
For things to fall into place I am going to be needing a rather potent antidote for my general lameness.
Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 6:57 PM UTC
Suffocating in this state of mind
Like a grain of soil
On the wall of a
perpetually filling
Bottomless pit.
All stale
and collapsing mud.
I can’t breathe
And it is dark in here
In this silence
In this wet and stifling
***** blanket
Of thin smiles
That veil
filth and dirt.
Gritty, I can taste discontent
( restlessness stirred, agitated, weeping)
Like a thorn in the side
Of this torn and invisibly stitched mouth.
My fingers bleed
And doubt seeds
Vicious weeds inside
An already
sick and nauseated mind.
There is hurt in here
And pain
And the bittersweet unspoken
refrain
Of one lost in their
Own directionless
Domain.
These walls I built, alone.
That stare back careless
And greet me daily with their
Cold embrace.
In this darkness, alone,
I, us, we,
cry.
Small children,
Whimpering in this feeling
of self chafed friction.
Whining,
each whine followed by
Gutteral, viscous, primal mutterings
These madman
Me, myself and i
Locked in a tunnel
Without light
It is cold and we want so badly
To relight the fire
I
claw at the fortification
I have erected
Around myself
Then bleed some more
Until the walls in front of me turn from
la mort noire to
rouge de sang
Sitting here
In this
Abyss.
Blinded by the inability to see
The incapacity to feel
Anything but the feeling of failure.
This powerlessness to heal,
All sealed up and drowning
in my private pool of mud.
Still it is dark in here,
And wet,
And bloodied
And brooding.
The cold walls are soothing
And the veil still acts
To conceal
The extent of filth
Scourging up the walls
Of this inaudible and bidding cave.
Sep 27, 2010
Sep 27, 2010 at 7:38 PM UTC
Auburn introversion
Will by its arm hold on
Stationary sanction
A constant fissure line
Coming insurrection
Feathered scavengers intrude
For complete cessation
Between the vein and valve
Cutlass complication
Devised the elements
Defiled justification
Wilt into a hardened blame
Fuller indentation
Wreak an engulfed compliance
Its gestation
A bitter control
Chipping fortification
Nails its own mimic
Boweled duplication
Inflicts compounding mirrors
Slowed decimation
From flesh unwilling
Adorn fancification
A scream its teeth
Separation
Impending with haste
The nullification
By removing all proof
Divination
Demand nothing less
By holy vindication
Come clean and silenced
One simplification
As fall essence from claw
Heavy by degradation
Left behind lessons
A home desperation
Cleansed opened to breathe
Now that implication
Is taken in the wind
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 2:50 AM UTC
this place where peace of mind
is a material device
where its tangible depth
can be measured in more than words
this fortification of stout heart
and decided mind
i fall back to reside here for
a moments reprise from the clash
of the seeming armed conflict
that must rage about this place
you cannot have dark without light
peace without war
isn't peace of mind measured by the conflict around it
isn't the measure of a mans serenity
in the struggles he must endure to achieve
i fall back to this segue between
dark of ignorant bliss
and the blinding incandescence of misinterpretation
of that so called enlightenment
peace of mind is a state difficult to discover
because it cannot be truly achieved
it is the illusion of sophistry
peace can be found in small amounts
in the laughter and love of friends and family
in the arms of a lover
in the warm sun of summer's day
in the grandeur of summer night
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 1:30 PM UTC
At least there is consistency in emotional recidivism.
Criminality you can depend on.
Vacant words.
Hollow ***
Empty eyes.
At the very least there is stability in the pattern.
You can sense the hand of dismissal as it cuts through the tension to lay its mark upon your cheek.
Delivering the degradation of being hit with the indifferent truth.
Nothing more than a pillowed and silken chaise that cleans cooks and allows you to lay your every waking trouble upon her breast, upholstered in thin sinewy tatters, longing for mutual fortification.
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 1:01 PM UTC
Diving into your reflection
An unknown depth
The last moment above the surface
A chill overcomes my being
My freshly shaven legs
Now spike from premature stubble
Goosebumps run up arms
I shiver
Tingling behind my neck
Tickling my spine
I squeeze my shoulders forward
My muscles tense
My mind is playing ping pong
Between fear and overwhelming confusion
For a brief moment excitement rides over
and plays against uncertainly
How I know I shouldn't think
Cause once I start
I cannot stop
And on and on I go
Just jump
Surrender
I close my eyes
My heart beats faster
My body tightens
I picture the worst scenario
It's dark and uncontrollable
I know it's just a thought
I also know it's real
I remind myself to breathe
So I breathe
Like the day I was born
And everyday since
Out and in
And in and out
I practice my rhythm
Beat on
Beat off
I feel my whole body thump
Moving with my breathe
Becoming my focus
I breathe in once more
On my release
I let myself fall
I fly
Shattering my expectations
Breaking every barrier I built
Fracturing my thick walls
My mental cement fortification Exploding
Weightless nothing
Disappearing
And I fall
I twirl on your reflection
Dance in your eyes
our universes colliding
When will I wake up
When will I resurface
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 7:25 PM UTC
You bury yourself
Beneath a veneer of apathy
As though it offers fortification
Then slowly without realising
The wind blows
Through your quietude
Unraveling your every thought
The shift
Reminding you of how
Your bones crackle and ache
The way your irises sting
To alarm you of hurt
Your heart is yet to feel
In high lonesomeness
Silence sounds like water
Running in a dark cave
And you are falling down
Into nothing
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 2:21 AM UTC
fear is useless.
or at least, it should be.
it isn't.
fear stands on the edge of hope and teeters
until it falls, it tumbles, it drops to its death
and your stomach goes with it.
fear leaves your mouth dry
and your lips chapped
and a vile taste on your tongue,
but maybe those are just excuses.
there's a possibility
that all your deliberate shortcomings
and bewildered apprehensions
are just rocks in the landslide,
simply supports for the growing fortification
that is your inescapable fear.
maybe it all adds up.
maybe fear is what keeps us safe.
can you tell I've begun to make friends with her?
I'm finally letting her in.
she tells me things,
she whispers in my ear:
"you are correct, your misgivings are confirmed."
she's like a fortune teller that way;
she reads my shaking palms
and listens for the wind, my psalms
sung softly in the darkness.
she knows she can convince me
that I'm right.
I'm tired of waiting for the fear to break.
spiraling downwards through the void
somewhere between dread
and senseless anxiety;
I've been here before.
there's still a hole in the floor.
I'm keeping myself awake.
I'm crashing to the ground and resurrecting
with a cold sweat and broken arms.
tell me it's not going to be all right.
I only want the satisfaction of knowing,
finally, that my fear is rational.
I'm terrified.
so let me know.
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 1:43 PM UTC
on the stone parapet
the small troop stood guard
to keep any interlopers
out of their hallowed yard
they didn't want others
setting up a permanent camp
for that kind of turf gain
there'd be no rubber stamp
whomever contemplated
taking over at the location
were issued with a not
so nice get lost explanation
the place was theirs it would
be held by only them
a special title awarded unto
this company's stem
being aware of who's in control
on the castle's fortification
will serve those invaders
a very well timed notification
upon the gates was seen
the following post's discretion
to not heed it will be viewed
as a mistaken perception
Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 8:18 PM UTC