"gif" poems
death mourns a life
that succumbs to suicide...
classical lawless-ness?
calls the jyst...
a thieving;
a stolen death,
a suicide....
bride riddled to a bridge...
baking...
left half awake and half baked...
you count with the number of
blinding equations...
your 80+ segments?
i want nothing to be part of,
whether polymath,
bilingual, or polymath...
you resd yourself into "it"....
fuck you, and...
**** off...
in terms of .gif ***** files...
no... the part where
we don't parrot?
for no worthwhile surprise!
death is alal b & w...
memory?
all invigorating sepia...
life?
the blooming of color...
you take shrooms,
to invigorate the colors?!
oh look...
you're as loony as me...
and why would i
give a **** about your
tall-tales of subversive religiosity?!
you're right!
like you have been with me
to begin with...
there aren't any!
now?!
suffer!
you're in good hands...
turns out?!
i'm a sadist...
i somehow tested the pain on myself...
i enjoy...
the pain, of others,
having, prior, teased the pain
on, myself!
i forgot teasing the pain...
i taste it...
i welcome it...
i've become welcoming
in allowing it,
a stature abbreviating a transcendence
of victim-hood!
i need pain,
to craft an erasure of ever having
the capacity to instruct
a modus operandi for pleasure!
death contra suicide...
a fact contra a premature contest
of pleasure...
suicide is what
death calls thief...
there is no moral artifact
of a "question"...
suicide is the thief,
when death is the executioner...
what moral question is
to be entertained?
non!
i can't blame the mortality
arsonist...
less Tartarus and more Gehenna...
less S.S. and more khaki
S.A. night of the broken windows
and less...
hyper-Hindu
reincarnation,
hue hue grey...
woo woo the ashen pillage...
no... i'm not here for the
cinder and the ********
it's enough that i drink
the sort of excuse,
that sober people could hardly make
excuses about...
and that's enough...
and enough, is, where i'll stick to.
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 10:22 PM UTC
Don’t think too much
About forbidden touch
Or legal abuse of such
Little creatures like dairy cows and fabric workers.
Don’t feel too much.
The homeless man with his crutch
Can disappear, hush.
Turn your head dear, eat McDonald’s chicken fingers.
Don’t love too much.
Why on real people crush?
People slip through your clutch.
As flashing lights reanimate Rihanna, both your eyes close the shutters.
Our world distracts us from seeing,
Persuades us we need a break.
Deserving one after a day going nowhere.
Turn the TV on to the latest ‘Bachelor’.
So loud. So loud. So loud. Too loud!
I shut my eyes from the too-bright lights.
I need to escape the escape, to find solace.
I put pen to paper and hear its whisper.
Poetry softly roars while TV screams shrill.
You’ll remember the written words for time
Degrees of magnitude than you’ll remember
(consciously) that singing cat meme.
Real love takes more effort
Than a heart reaction on Facebook.
Writing truth takes longer than re-posting.
Yet I want to share myself, not another gif lol.
Mute the volume for a second.
Can deaf ears hear again
the music of
the pen?
Think too much.
Aug 21, 2016
Aug 21, 2016 at 2:17 PM UTC
My heart is a-breaking, dear Tittie,
Some counsel unto me come ***
To anger them a’ is a pity,
But what will I do wi’ Tam Glen?
I’m thinking, wi’ sic a braw fellow,
In poortith I might mak a fen’:
What care I in riches to wallow,
If I mauna marry Tam Glen?
There’s Lowrie, the laird o’ Dumeller,
“Guid-day to you,”—brute! he comes ben:
He brags and he blaws o’ his siller,
But when will he dance like Tam Glen?
My minnie does constantly deave me,
And bids me beware o’ young men;
They flatter, she says, to deceive me;
But wha can think sae o’ Tam Glen?
My daddie says, gin I’ll forsake him,
He’ll gie me guid hunder marks ten:
But, if it’s ordain’d I maun take him,
O wha will I get but Tam Glen?
Yestreen at the valentines’ dealing,
My heart to my mou gied a sten:
For thrice I drew ane without failing,
And thrice it was written, “Tam Glen”!
The last Halloween I was waukin
My droukit sark-sleeve, as ye ken:
His likeness cam up the house staukin,
And the very gray breeks o’ Tam Glen!
Come counsel, dear Tittie, don’t tarry;
I’ll gie ye my bonie black hen,
Gif ye will advise me to marry
The lad I lo’e dearly, Tam Glen.
2.9k
Let me gif you
Comfort
Yasser
As you claim me from behind
****** your
Frustrations o
Into me
I hold your head
Next to mine
Me saying
Sweet nothings
To cool you off
Sep 30, 2020
Sep 30, 2020 at 3:54 PM UTC
I promise,
to watch you everyday.
To like everything you do,
even when others don't.
I promise to share you to all of my friends,
but tell them I found you first.
When you need a smile,
I will make a gif of yours and watch it loop.
If better,
means making your view count higher,
count me in.....count me in a 1, 000, 000 times.
If worse,
means staying up past 3am to see your new video,
let me be an insomniac.
I will care for you,
when you catch a virus.
I will never cheat on you,
with another channel of viewers.
I will subscribe to every,
heartbeat,
breath,
and click.
I can muster.
You are my tube.
and I promise to love you,
till we crash.
Oct 30, 2012
Oct 30, 2012 at 4:26 PM UTC
The sweet aroma of love-spell scented candles
Prior to dinner, overtook me stunningly.
As I made the table and set the fine mantle
For my love, my life, my one fair lady.
Her glare so enticing, as she stepped down the stairs,
Seductively wearing a black pearl silk dress.
Her beaming smile, her unsurpassed gif to share.
Holding her neck, our first sweet caress.
Sassy yet classy, I hold her she’s mine.
We share this great moment; our souls intertwine
Sudden a gasp, there go our lips.
So luscious, so tender, our very first kiss.
Exuding great passion our kiss follows through
Then, I whisper in her ear, “Baby I Love You”
Nov 10, 2010
Nov 10, 2010 at 7:54 AM UTC
And it's like you expect me not to hurt;
I mean I am the perpetrator,
but that doesn't make it any
Easier
Easier would have been everything working
All the cogs aligning, workin' properly
I almost lost it on a .gif
I almost cried from viewing something that reminded me.
I made the right choice, because the cogs are aligning on my side,
they're workin' properly
But that doesn't make this grandfather clock creak any less.
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 10:30 PM UTC
I need to write a poem
But look, Jake and Amir
Just one video, Amir has got braces oh dear
I'll get back to work soon after this
Wookie Jesus and kittens that explode
New info on The Last Of Us the movie
And cracked's opinion on sushi
And this gif wont load
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
i prolly
jus fell out of like
w u
when u
didn't text me back
about that awesome GIF
i sent
of the white Jets
snapping their fingers
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 5:15 PM UTC
Sounds swarming
But quite alarming
College babes
Like___ Slimfast
Drink___ fast
Loves never last
Dorming ****
X box Assassin Creed
Video gifts Elfering
Twitter featuring
The Rattlesnake
*********
My sweet
surrender
Sangria
stuttering
Big mistake
The sangria
Clever mastering
The place was
bugged
That Drunk
No comedy act
Ben Stiller
All Gigs **** her
GIF ruff stuff
Gold digger bluff
Hangover cliff
Her bedroom eyes
Tonight the
Holy water
I phone Maria
Sangria suits him
Just the ring fighter
Ratfinks website
White being
creamed
Drink Kahlia
I won't
My dream drink
Sangria
Saint
My love, you ain't
He is singing
Maria
Strong hangover
with mudpack
Malaria
Drink playmate
All geared up
Generous Gina
Montezuma revenge
The Saint lounge
Competition
How she flaunts
her drinks inferior
Writing a poem
missing
some fonts
((His Tatoo))
the bomb drinker
Pineapple chunks
Bayou
water ripe ripples
Leftover drunks
Mon Cheri *******
Acting like a Saint
Terri spiritual Rumi
The drink scruples
relationship
sandstorm
Riders of
Morrisons
Heirs of beer
At the dorm
The ((Psychic Alarm))
Your drink woke
you up
****** humor
potential
Sangria
Someone was singing
I just met a girl
named Maria
((Harry Potter Hogwarts))
San Antonio
Met Maria
What a belly wash
Drinking up
Alcoholic Darts
Sanguine
Difficulty
pregnancy
Two lovers
liking Maria
Optimistic
Smoothing in
Sangria
He has
a Margarita____*
Mexican
Cancun
Margaret
upbeat
down to her
last drink
Sangria tank
Egyptian Army
buddy drinking
Like a
sandbank
Computer
Clickbank
Lions and coins
sandblasting
Morons
multitasking
Bermuda sounds
Sandpipers
And globetrotters
My Saint
of Sangria
Barcelona
Goddess
On her drenched
Sangria
mattress
She could
have done
his Bio
((That SanAntonio))
((Hostess)) Gia
Lollobrigida
Tony was singing
out to Maria
Her wings
of liquor
The Saint moves
quicker_______
Cabaret stripper
Natalie let me
entertain you
Surprise the
sanitarians
Flipping homes
Drinking up
Their Sangria
My Saint
Bella
Mama Mia
You arrived invite
your friends
No Maria______!!
Drinks on me
Schools out
But Sangria
Stays in we party
Way out
May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 8:47 AM UTC
While snapchatting about my newest cat fail video
my Instagram bea blew up my twitter feed
I was all, *** DM much…”
But she was already facebooking selfies.
I shot her a gif and invited her to follow me
On tumblr….
The whole time lamenting
Over my dead myspace account –
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 5:51 PM UTC
*We met in a very vast space
where only zeros and ones could activate a magic portal that leads to our address.
A simple 'like' have started it all
Like a bomb that's been waiting to explode.
Like turns to comment then to chats then it turns to video calls that no one knows when would last.
It was too good to be true,
all the sweet nothings and emojis,
all the GIF and vlogs.
I know that one day we'll meet,
not just in that vast space or in our dream,
but in a place where we could touch our hands together,
Without even thinking twice.*
(c) ForgottenDiety
May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 6:24 AM UTC
What happens when you become the mediocre you told her to never to settle for. No matter the metamorphosis you undergo it never meets her expectations, she read my manual and saw in the future. She tells me I'm capable of being all that she's looking for. That's when I shut down on the inside because everyday the agenda changes and she'll never give home work, work sheets, nor practice test to instill the teachings from the other days, only just exams. You know the big challenges that supposedly made up of everything you learn, and if you having a bad day and malfunction before you can test your might, it just looks like you've done nothing. I perform fine on a daily basis but when I'm given test I don't consent to the collections of 1's and 0's freeze which leads failure like cutting the red wire. I'm confused if she's performing the job of a teacher or hacker with this slow but swift buffer over flow attack. Every passing moment of me living with failure that file contains a MP4 of me in that moment making her mad like when Google chrome is unresponsive , a MP3 file of her telling me what I did that repeats over, and over and, over again. A gif of my heart breaking down to it's last megabytes, and a gig of her love lost due to my corruption. She's not the problem though, she's the spectator, and sometimes the controller. I just want to make her happy, make her buy in to me like how we did when I was glowing with change not keep her down with chains. My next step is to rip out my mother board and tell her program me, cause whatever my programming is, it isn't up to par with her. It's crazy what we as robots do keep what's real.
Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 12:52 AM UTC
Song of ****
Things got wrong
Black dark sky
Landed on D2371.
This void soul
Dark matter shatter
Who are you?
A question perhaps
Trapped in screenshot
Living in simulation
Talk of town
Who's this sarcasticbong?
Dumb dumb
Looking for show
It's hidden flow
Blinded earthlings go.
Multiple parallel riff
Colours popping gif
Can't you niff
Awake your clairvoyance.
Narrate your story
Mock theosist lore
So called influencer
Hide your favorites
Blame to others
Boycott with hastags
Real is bluff
Everything good, me
Everything bad, you
Rhyming with tagline
Someone tagged you.
fyoo-cher
haz-bin
kom-pruh-mahyzd.
©sarcasticbong
Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 2:25 PM UTC
I'm afraid
I'm beginning to frame you in forever.
But we are young
And that is stupid.
But what if I want to be stupid?
Hey as long as it's with you.
I'm listening to that song you gave me,
*"born to multiply
born to gaze into night skies
all you want's one more Saturday"*
All these ideas of youth,
fun, carefree,
reckless.
*"I feel like I could just fly
but nothing happens every time
I try"*
We are young and
I can't stop thinking about you.
And pictures of you make me smile
And I replay your laugh again and again,
unending like that gif of you
in my phone
on my palm, you
in a cosmic, comical,
dance loop.
Whoever thought that
that boy
that boy who sat at the back of the class
the boy I'd never talked to
and only shyly added up on facebook
would end up being you?
Maybe
maybe this won't last forever
or even that long
(at least not by adult standards;
who rate everything by time
and not the intensity and quality
of our shared moments)
Maybe this won't last forever
But at least now it feels like it could.
The song has ended
...but I shall play it again
because there is such a thing as a replay button
And you are still here
you can still dance on my palm
you can still smile at me across a concert crowd
and we can still walk the pavements at night.
We may be young
But I've already imagined telling you
"Hey,
no matter what happens between us
let's agree that what we have right now,
it's real"
Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 11:15 PM UTC
On a night like this
My heart swells enormous
Much to give, so little
Left of it
On a night like this
Foggy with dead wishes
Wished, gone unfulfilled
Sent kisses
In midair hang heavy,
Corporeal,
On a night like this
Park bench misery, my
Mystery love, would you
Meet me in the dark time?
May your cold hand find mine
Hold tight, brace for impact
In the ensuing wave of chaos
May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 12:43 AM UTC
I worked on poetry for three hours. It felt great.
Art is me breathing, not rationalizing me breathing.
I created a melody, then cried. It was beautiful.
I practiced it and felt hollow. I moved on.
I created a GIF for work and then wrote this.
I am still in sweats.
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 7:29 PM UTC
As the beat breaks,
the floor trembles,
the records spin, and we
all dance
on the hardwood floor
covered in spilt beer
cocktail napkins,
at a house show in DC,
where I'll always remember
rushing on the stage
and waving my cellphone,
as though I brightened
the light in a beacon
tucked away in a lighthouse
on a grotesque rock formation,
in the corner of the James River.
I studied her movements:
tiny and minute,
enough to bring exposure
to the deejay scratching records
on a set of turntables,
cut from a maple tree.
The lights cut off,
like a road raged driver
who maneuvers frantically
around my vehicle,
this vessel containing my space,
personal and untouched,
a lonely cabin in a dense forest.
Now I'm considering whether
I should break the beer bottle over
the bar booth, or send her an emoji, a meme, or a gif,
to let her know my heart
possesses multitudes,
beyond the scope of your timeline. Found life in
the bottom of a Murakami Well
deeper and larger than the cavern
behind the hidden waterfall,
in a tourist attraction in Chattanooga.
This is for when I'm sorry; make me
forget
about drawings you’ve sketched
on the back of your pair of converses.
So do me a solid,
give me the first home video
of your newborn crawling around
the carpet, or the dance floor.
And then tell me why can't I be great too.
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 2:39 PM UTC
Eina! Die prikkel van n naald
Gif vloei soos water in my lewens-strome
Val my liggaam aan met geweld
Die skeur en afbreek van my drome
Elkeen voel ek
Dis vir my gesondheid, maar sal my menslikheid nog geld
Dis die knop wat als begin het, nee
Die trek van n kanker stokkie
Die waarskuwing op die boksie gee mee
My lus kon ek nie meer hou nie
'Dis twak, hoekom sal dit op entjies verskyn'
**** ek soos die rook diep in my longe verdwyn
***** is my voorland
Ek kan lankal nie meer op my bene staan
My liggaam het ingesak toe my spiere vergaan
Ek is skaam, so so skaam
Die nurse, nog n kind, moet my doeke ruil
Ek voel verneder, maar dit pyn as ek huil
O dood, ou vriend
Vir my kan jy maar kom haal
Ek wag al maande vir jou,
Maar jyt iewers by die ou langs my verdwaal
Hy was erger, soveel erger as ek
Sy are het al begin kraak
Na Elke inspuiting, of behandeling
Het hy op alles gebraak
Ek is amper daar, ek voel dit aan my
Een van die dae is ek ook aan die dood se sy
Dec 14, 2019
Dec 14, 2019 at 4:00 PM UTC
It was pouring cats and dogs,
I saw her drenched to the skin,
She ran to the canopy where I stood,
Her wet look,see through blouse,
and hunched shoulders,
Made A Sound in my heart,
Thud, thud, thud...................
I offered her my coat.
The next sunny day I saw her at the bus stop,
"Hi, remember me from yesterday."
" Sorry pal it was dark,
I don't recall you.
Your FILE NOT FOUND!"
I insisted,"Don't let my heart's 'Server Down."
Your smile, your style,your grace
I have clicked SAVE in one FILE.
Please be my life's Animated GIF.
She:"I am involved with someone,
I have no more 'Disk Space' in my heart's storage for you.
Please 'Ctrl+alt+delete' me from your life."
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 5:42 AM UTC
dans jy
jou duiwels uit?
bid jy
hulle reg?
sing jy
hulle aan die slaap?
sus jy
hulle gille weg?
of
voer jy hulle gif
tot jy hulle as wapens kan rig?
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 12:48 PM UTC
There was a chance
Blown away the first time you reached out to me after all of these years.25 years later you asked me if I remembered what I gave you at prom.You graciously gave me a hint becuase I forgot it was 25 years ago.You gave me a hint a gif of a perfume bottle.Well yes!!! It was "Beautiful"
I exclaimed the memory came back Beautiful I texted back .You said yes!!
You also said "I still have it".
My world stopped I felt my heart it ached like never before. Everything stopped I forgot to breath .You brought me to my knees I've fallen for you all over again .The flood gates of emotion filled my soul like nothing I've felt before 25 years later.
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 2:21 AM UTC
Where have all the poets gone the wordsmiths of this generation, the fearless men and women once held in admiration
Lost to all eternity their anguish and their pain no love lorn tales or primal whails ,will be heard again
The romantics and the realist,all die a silent death
Lost to all eternity,amid the modern quest
Replaced by keyboard shorthand, emojis and the gif
Perhaps the emotions too are lost that inspired these greats, the teenage angst , the broken heart, that life cut short by fate.
The hour is late ,and sleep but a dream the pen I hold my only means ,to cleanse my soul and find my inner peace
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 6:12 AM UTC