"gazillion" poems
The thorn of the blue roses seems so red,
Bloated carcasses finding their way out,
The scars..can't you see it? it's still red
Happy, sometimes is one in a million,
Billion people, gazillion emotions
Pain could be an angel, Pain could be a python
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 1:47 PM UTC
you're not your hair:
you can cut it dye it curl it straighten it shave it bend it twist it;
you're not your face:
you can hide it under layers of make-up you can put on lenses you can change your face in a matter of minutes;
you're not your skin:
you can cut it draw on it bite it tear it;
you're not your body:
you can lose weight gain weight;
you're not your clothes:
strip them off;
never reduce
yourself
to
a colour
a number
an adjective
a noun
never reduce
yourself
to a simple
word
you are
the thoughts you have at 3 a.m.
the lame jokes you tell your friends
the art you create
the books you read
the pages you have dog-eared
the quotes you have highlighted
the coffee you never finished drinking
the movie you watch after midnight, wrapped in a blanket
the chocolate cake you ate that night with that girl
the slice of pizza you could've eaten but you gave to your best friend
the kiss that still burns on your lips
the cigarettes that sting in your lungs long after you smoked them
the dreams you dream
the worlds you build in your mind
the song that's stuck in your head
the moments you're in the shower
the iloveyous
the ikindaguessilikeyous
the icareforyous
the seeyoulaters
the words you say
the smiles you smile
the laughs you laugh
the loves you love
the hates you hate
you are
an entire universe:
you're stars
and planets
and galaxies
and asteroids
and comets
you are a cosmos
trapped in
a shell.
you are
a gazillion worlds
locked in
a human cage.
never think
of yourself
as of
anything
less.
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 7:49 PM UTC
There are different kinds of love
An example is a fireworks love
At first, you're in awe
You're really really enchanted to watch it
To feel the excitement bubbling in
But eventually, the excitement you're feeling will subside
And of course, the fireworks itself will eventually stop and fade away
But in true love
It's not just fireworks
It's stars
Because they will always stay there in the nightsky even after 8 gazillion years
- MMM
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 10:41 AM UTC
every time you
touch me,
kiss me,
love me,
it feels
like the first
time.
with you
my stomach
turns into
a butterfly
garden,
my hands become
slick with sweat,
my eyes shimmer
and glow.
you make
me have a
hummingbird
heartbeat;
it races a million
beats, a gazillion
miles
per second;
travels all
across the states,
countries,
all around the
world and
skyrockets
through the
universe.
Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 6:25 PM UTC
Lucy kissed a jawbone
bye beneath a diamond sky
2.8 million years
and a gazillion tears ago
That's a lot of sorrow
for a man
kinda like me.
http://www.theguardian.com/science/2015/mar/04/jaw-bone-discovery-in-ethiopia-is-oldest-ever-human-lineage-remains
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 10:32 AM UTC
Eskimos have a Gazillion
words for snow. We have
teraflop words for coffee.
Wikipedia it!
But don't get distracted
by the Tales.
Recounted stories of empires
held together by zeitgeist brand,
a belief, a set of ritual,
buying in bulk, a role of thumb,
opposable heuristics.
They've clustered history
in bunches like expanding
matter, as if it matters
who was king or Augustus.
Empires & civilization
held colloidal by the quirks
of geology and brand
feeding food-forward
with ritualistic sacrifice
in Megazillion iterations.
From Fertile crescent to Nile
Valley silicon, when we bind
ourselves to brand,
and move in belief,
secure in synchronized stability,
then comes the rubric cubes
miraculously built high
upon slave backs, holding
pyramidal server tombs.
Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 9:14 PM UTC
Steady in my walk
Taking it in stride
As I compliment my feet
With the latest style
There's a gazillion of them out there
Doing what they do
If you haven't figured it out by now
I'm talking bout the shoe
They come in many styles and dazzling colors
Giving us the widest choices
Some even come with tongues
But have yet to find their voices
Although the tongue still ***** at times
The shoe it does not show
The ignorance that comes with it
Unlike some people that I know
Another marvel of the shoe
Is that it has a sole
Unlike men when it wears thin
You can replace it on the go
In NYC they prefer the high heels
In Florida the famed flip flop
Nothing beats a good boot in Texas
When you dance that Texas stomp
So won't you join me in this tribute
To the shoe cause there's no other
Which should be praised for the lives it's saved
In it's major role as a stink foot cover
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 10:16 AM UTC
My friend is an amazing poet!
You see, I never knew
Till recently when he showed me a piece
While we were out for a tea date that was way overdue
We used to talk about everything and anything
My friend and I, we have many things in common
We'll talk about Star Wars, music, movies,
TV shows, shoes
Even books from James Clemens
But we stopped hanging out a while back
Even though we still see each other daily
We hardly talked, we drifted apart
We were so busy but I did miss him greatly
One day I noticed that he had this vacant look in his eyes
And I knew that he must be troubled
For although he was smiling at everyone
I felt this urge to look out and catch him if he stumbled
So after bugging him for a gazillion time
That we needed to catch up
He finally agreed to go out for tea
Where we talked with no one to interrupt
We talked and talked like we used to
Time passed slowly as our cups of tea and cigarette butts cluttered the table
Then he showed me a poem he had written
Which left me speechless and looking at my new idol
Wow! He sure can write
His writing is so inspiring it touches the soul
I felt ashamed sitting next to someone such as he
Someone who could turn his words into gold
So I would like to thank him for sharing this part of his life with me
I know my poem can never be as good as his has been
But hopefully he'll find this pleasing
Thank You Ryn!!!!
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 10:15 AM UTC
The moment when
my heart found you, I
knew I was about to
start a new journey of
falling so hard from the
peak of the mountain
of my unsatisfied dreams.
When I see my reflection
in your pupil I feel aesthetic
as ever.
When our bodies come in
contact there's firework in
my soul forming a comely
galaxy and my mind
chanting only your name.
You take me to the stars
and erase all the tragedy
that was ever written on
my body.
When I see you smile,
Oh baby, it lights up
every lamp in the pathway
to my heart making me the
most delectable person ever.
Every since you walked in,
my heart has forgotten every
pain and is filled with abundant
love.
When you caress my hair, you poison
me with love turning every blue
flower red.
When you tell me you love
me with devotion, my soul
cries out of delectation.
Love is just an understatement
to describe my affection for you.
It's beyond words.
It's beyond all the poems I have
written for you and the poems I
will ever write.
It's beyond my ability to express.
It doesn't sit neatly in between lines
like how poetry does.
Even gazillion pages written
about you would be too less
to express my felicity.
I love you.
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 8:25 AM UTC
it’s spring world growing into something different iceland volcano ash interrupting european flights dream of new worlds better life happiness new architecture language love everyone wants something different god’s eyes see through gazillion eyes each center of universe why do i cry so easy flinch at sight of blood violence what is love happiness sunday morning volcanic ash persists we are all inter-connected sweet little freezing cold iceland dominates world life is crazy too crazy where is bjork this morning drinking grog coffee laughing i’m so different from you unaccountable chemistry go away it’s hot i’m sweating stink i wish for your smell so bad jasmine basil lavender female scent ticket home to nowhere we are all such liars over-reactionary sensationalists well on my way yes i choose horse with wings house-boat floating up river mountain top glass conservatory filled with plants clouds girlfriend i wish for way back wiser choices more content result
Apr 18, 2010
Apr 18, 2010 at 7:05 AM UTC
I wanna give the universe something tough to digest.
I see it with a ******* up look on its face.
Puzzle the universe
Be like me.
I wanna create a gazillion variants of myself.
Each one degree further removed from the last.
Get in line now
Be more like me.
I wanna dissolve the unsurety left over from a thousand
Races that have died out.
Know yourself
Fight the knowledge.
I want to invade the space left by your mind when it rushed
Out to find itself.
Mommy left you
Never forget it.
I want to condition the part of you that takes care of plants
But forgets to turn the light off.
Darkness is a blessing
Only if you let it.
I want to take aim at the eternal you and forever change it.
You are cascading now.
How does it feel
You restless thumb sucker.
You want me to change you, feed you, and take you outside.
I am your new mom.
Momma's gonna buy you
A mocking bird.
You want harassment, a harness, an igloo, and idioms.
I am the fire that will melt them all.
Listen to me
Your time has come.
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 8:47 AM UTC
I lay prone on the bed.
What's under me?
Under me is my gun,
This gun has a gazillion bullets,
What for? For shooting towards you,
And where are you?
You lie further underneath me,
You lie supine, with your hills grazing my torso.
I touch your soft hills with my strong hands,
And you make sounds in ecstasy, not the drug, but the experience.
My gun travels in & out of your *****
And your nails dig deeper into my back.
You express pleasure,
My sweat drips on your throat.
You express pain,
My pace increases in ecstasy.
You start squirming underneath,
You vibrate furiously along me,
I shoot my excited gun at last,
What for?
No, not for taking your life,
But as you are my wedded wife,
Together we should create new life.
You whimper,
I whisper.
You cry,
I pry.
You are relieved,
I am pleased.
We are successful.
Aug 13, 2021
Aug 13, 2021 at 3:56 AM UTC
I miss you, I want to see you. But not because it’s “couple season” – not because it’s cold and gloomy and city lights explode with hands conjoined. You are worth more than the missed holidays, more than the occasions spent without us being in the company of one another: Hallowe'en, my birthday, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, probably your birthday, too, as well as Valentine’s, and our anniversary.
On these specially marked days, I feel a certain emptiness as you, my beloved other half, is not present with me, yet that which is not emptiness, for you still fill my heart plenty. In these times, I feel envy as lovers are so obviously visible everywhere, yet that which is not envy, for they are not you. I may suffer from your absence but I don’t suffer from jealousy. See, I love you, this one man who cannot compare to the likes of any other, this one man who strangely loves me back, this one man who’s mine and to whom I’m his.
You are so very special to me and you mean a lot to me. I love you, I lurve you, I lava you, ILY (code), I <3 U (symbols), je t'aime, saranghae (Korean) – I want to say it a gazillion times and it wouldn’t be enough, and yet I don’t want to say it because it’s only an ensemble of words, an expression that is just too common, overused, cliché and weak, whose (level of) meaning doesn’t remain constant. Perhaps I could keep coining new ones, but then again I don’t want to be simply, mindlessly uttering or writing them like so, as if out of habit.
I want this so-called “love” to be conveyed in such a way that – a tap on the shoulder, a homemade dinner and handcrafted gifts, a random drive, a silent gaze, a goodbye hug and a goodnight kiss, my sleep-mumbling in your ear and your snoring on my nape, and the sharing of clothes – would melt our heart and let us fall a little deeper, therein meaning exponentially more than a mere, verbal, three-worded clause, “I love you.” That’s the kind of love I want us to be… partaking in.
Today, eight months later, (although I am still thirteen hours ahead, still 8,070 miles East, and still not in your arms…) at the last stroke of the small hand, we both wave and bid farewell to 2015 and welcome and gaze at 2016.
I’m thankful that love found us, I’m glad that we followed, and I’m happy that our relationship remains in the present.
May the new year be full of goodness!
Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 8:17 AM UTC
Love starts.
Love grows.
Love lies.
Love hurts.
Love ends.
Love *****
Love comes...again.
Love lasts.
Love exists.
Love starts with the eyes,
Eventually a hi or hello will come next.
A small talk will happen,
Then friendship comes along.
Love grows from that friendship--
Courtship & dating will happen;
Then you started trusting,
Eventually you fall for a kiss.
Love lies from words & actions,
Secrets are revealed,
Then trust was destroyed;
There's no more turning back.
Love hurts like truth hurts,
Tears may fall
Or maybe not at all,
So you just end curling up like a ball.
Love ends like life does end,
But would that be all?
Would there be any love left
Or just nothing at all?
Love ***** like a gazillion bucks.
As pain deepens, bitterness grows,
And so does fear comes along with it
Hence, no more chances to love again.
Love comes...again
In the right time and place
With the right person
For the right reasons.
Love lasts...forever.
Taking chances is not bad at all
'Coz from those heartaches
You've just become stronger.
Love exists...it really exists
Just like God exists.
So let's all believe,
To live, laugh, & love!
Love starts.
Love grows.
Love lies.
Love hurts.
Love ends.
Love *****
Love comes...again.
Love lasts.
Love exists.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 9:00 AM UTC
She have created a world,
that she did not know.
have appointed a pawn,
to build it for her.
Waited until it's done,
never ever sat on it.
No worries and second thoughts,
trusted on her mighty wits
thought this was good,
Will make her the master.
To go with the trends,
of this fast phased ambience.
Did not care on the work,
Showed a little effort.
while the poor pawn,
was proving his humble worth.
stayed late,
worked overtime.
to polish the demands
of the demanding divine.
while Time had flee,
the so-called universe was done,
completed the systems,
of holy progress crowned.
Yes! she was overwhelmed,
without knowing the details,
as she takes the merit,
the deed and the title.
Not until a flaw,
was shown and highlighted,
because of her ill leadership,
issues have ignited.
why and why,
are the repeating questions,
all thrown to the poor pawn,
gazillion revisions.
Yes she knows why,
but she never cared.
you can't approach and talk,
but the mood was always there.
All the issues,
resulted from the unobserved.
Scattered around,
up down onboard.
And you can see,
the blame is always there,
for the incomplete universe,
she want's to give and share.
as she pushes the pawn,
off the high cliff,
with spikes and swords,
sinking quicksand beneath.
as the Queen wants it,
the fame and popularity,
easily shifts mood,
cannot adjust to scarcity.
As she blames it,
to the skilled pawn,
turns to her scapegoat,
to protect her own
to misguide and uplift,
one's own selves.
to project a good image,
and please the elves.
as she was pressured,
by his lord King,
yes! she's pressured,
without a wink.
and she had slaved the kingdom,
for a long long time,
oh darkness ruled,
as she drinks her wine.
Until the pawn had chance,
to gather alliance,
break free from slavery,
come and hear the mob's chant.
Until they realized,
that they are abused,
given a title,
that is always misused.
Until the pawn reacts,
had the ultimate break.
saw an opening,
and it's zap, it's checkmate .
Feb 23, 2011
Feb 23, 2011 at 5:37 AM UTC
*The cinematography, the imagery,
Visualizations, animation,
Those slow takes as the rain falls over the window
Behind which a girl rests her head
Looking out with dreamy eyes
Eyes, holding watery stories of a beautiful past
The door slams shut and
Out she comes
With winged feet and summer skin
Living in her head, she walks down by
Looks up above and smiles at the sky
She closes her eyes and the camera it shoots
How the sunshine falls on her eyelashes
Down, a perfect zoom in
Onto her lips hazed with tiny particles of light air
He blindfolds her eyes
Walks her gently all the way
The coldness increases and the noise reduces
More
He takes his hands off her eyes
And up she stares
with lips apart and stunned feet
At the gazillion stars chilled and silver
Against a black night
He smiles
covering her up from behind
with warm hands.
The rest of the night.*
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 6:58 AM UTC
There wasn't any sound
Save for the whispers
Of the moaning wind
Of the fluttering sea
Of the sizzling bonfire
And of two bodies entwined together
And there was nothing to set eyes upon
Except for the faint picture
Of a moon
Of a gazillion stars
Of a moonlit strand of seaside utopia
And of two bodies quietly robed
There was nothing I could breathe in
But the dancing aurora of scents
Of salty waters
Of a cool candelia
Of damp, smooth skin
And the deep essence of your neck
Nothing was moving in beat
Apart from the smooth, flawless, rhythm
Of the swaying leaves of the coconut trees
Of stars flickering and a summer night blazing
Of a thousand drumming fingers of crashing waves
And of two bodies careening intimately upon
a beat-up hamaca of weaved wisps
Just you and me on our line where Artemis and Neptune meet
We felt nothing else but the compelling desire to let our
bodies tell of our passion searing and torrid
And as we sank ourselves deep into blissful frenzy,
As we whispered each otherís name,
As our souls become one soul,
We fall in love all over again.
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 3:03 AM UTC
Sometimes,
I catch myself
wondering what
it feels like to be
loved by you.
I’m almost certain
it would be blissful;
as if my heart’s
gonna burst into
gazillion pieces,
and like stardust,
float across the
infinite cosmos.
But it is a distant dream.
And it’s time to wake up.
Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 10:42 AM UTC
there was never anything to believe in to begin with
my faith is a delusion
visions to erase
my mind distraught and at ease
deep confusion
here I am again, sulking in this great despair
in my dream we named her Adela, and I remembered a reality before that
Imagine dreaming of a daughter unborn…
visions of her crying in your stomach… to feel that… to feel it all
Part of me remembered that I discussed that with you (my love)
A glimpse of her face
My universe changed, it’s always too good to be true…
my longing resurfaces when I browse through our photos, a broken journey
I never feared loving too much
Give myself away to see this through
Give myself away through honesty
Repercussions out of thin air
Dreaming with you always
Don’t want the memories to fade away
I want to remember what it feels to watch you enjoy a meal, sweet little moments that help me sleep
I don’t want to forget, but I can’t take it
Crippling sensations
It’s been a long day, it’ll be a long week…
Month… year… shattered dreams
My imagination runs wild when I think of the possibility of us…
Intentions gone to waste… time I’d never give back for a trillion gazillion times 4 plus infinity dollars…
I’d take an hour with you in my arms over a life where I never met you… so I wouldn’t feel this way… this… broken…
Though the pieces are scattered… I must know I’m whole
Misconceptions will destroy me…. To believe she is gone
To be a ghost in this world… my love
I think you’re gone…
What’s a lasting love
I’m going to end this one here
Imagining what it would be like to be laughing together
My world… senseless
Little memories that’ll last me a life time…
Happy knowing I can love someone this way… even if they don’t want to love me back
I must
I will…
i hope it isn't a crime to long for the only truth i want to believe
you
Jul 28, 2022
Jul 28, 2022 at 1:23 AM UTC
I often forget the count
of the times when
taunts that pierce like arrows
have wounded me.
I do not remember if
it was once
or a gazillion times that
I have tasted the dust
mixed with the red of my blood.
I, however, smirk a little
everytime I fall to the ground.
I then get up again
and begin my fight once more.
I only hear people around me
singing along to the melody of love.
But I sing a song of courage
and the caravan of life goes on...
Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 5:48 AM UTC
Lonely each night,
lost in thoughts,
I have a gazillion wishes,
every single one
without fail asks for you.
Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 4:07 PM UTC
I tried to say some words
and they never came out right
You were the nerd
and I was the book you could never finish.
I was the end you always wanted to never hear
but I had I had I had
to make this story end
I was your chapter you would always go back and read
I was your sleeve when your nose ran
and when you ran out of tears
I made sure you made more
bababababy im sorry
and I know I know I know
I coudlve done a thousand gazillion things different
but im glad I did the things I did
Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 5:06 AM UTC
The rings of hatred and necklaces of sadness lay,
The chaotic tide helped it to gazillion deceitful shores,
The storm stayed strong and showed no love,
And life itself was the pirate that stole her crown,
But the box held on the surface, a beauty the sea agreed with,
And together they took a never ending search to the Island of freedom
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 4:58 PM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, just draft from Sunday's night;>
I pluck the petals and hold the case
a flinch I await in a stance in a haze
on the lights a thousand years a billion
upon the ferris wheel a starring love seconds gazillion
now better than seeking the already known truth the untold
even those the resembles and the follows come unfold
---------ravenfeels
Apr 26, 2021
Apr 26, 2021 at 2:53 PM UTC