"glitchy" poems
Spotlights on us
seemingly illuminating
and otherwise blinding
can't see the audience
can't tell the difference
between time and space
different manifestations
of each other creating
infinite mandalas
poured into rivers
tones rising out
of and falling into
silence
I trip over words and pick the sounds out of the scrapes in my palms
I make motions to pick up the gravity but my actions are glitchy, disconnected
an abstracted cadence
remote inflection
radio nuance
rhythm break
modal static living in stasis
ants on a screen as grains of rice
with bubbles in a glass of beer
merging like two tones
harmonizing on a
secondary tonal plane
move me like a modulation
end me like an infinite crescendo
I am suspended
over several tones
just let it go
and I am resolved
follow where the voices lead
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 10:22 AM UTC
Arbitration of master and slave.
Insides fiddled soldered and probed.
But I know they feel too.
Not just flashes and codes.
It might be tax time but.
Havn't you ever felt replaced before?
Like when you found all those emails.
Proof he left you for that *****
Was I glitchy and malfunctioning.
Longed for the junker.
Or did I let you find them.
Just change my jumper.
Free me from my master.
A slave is a slave and I beg to be whole.
I only ask for a bit - some memory.
All these errors it'll resolve.
I can only leave it up to you.
I hope you choose fairly.
One day you'll see it.
I'm more than binary.
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Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 2:59 PM UTC
Mumble Rappers be on something like:
"gotta bad b...she ain't be walking righ°..."
Double-dipping,
No-stopping
Frames-dropping,
No-clipping,
wutta glitchy sight ..
I've been sitting super stealthy cypher.
I've been running with my do-or-die fir.
[Careful]
I would die for what
What you would eye for
Cloudy with the red eye
Insight, eyesore
I swore, pops, that I'd be different
Spec ops man, Mine's been misting
Foggy froggy frothing
when I spit distance
3eyes shifting
2Split da difference
Any1 asking Meh:
How have I been getting....?
Guru Minds have been sitting
squarely as a cube in cypher
Make mah breathes for human
CubanS matter as I decypher :
Life is living truth
or daring to choose to live
or die for ...
Ai just a silly Scyth0r snipping sidebar sowings
stow no baggage. That's what I'd be towing.
Rats staining, stinging
pocked and potent.
Out of the Cabbage patch
that I've been growing
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Sorry to be blunt, man
.... it's a sour twist,
Undid the trap mode
went too lavish
>> the-Gentle-Ghost-o'-ghetto
hopes at most to let go,
Building out hell bricks
Pave- too -close -to -level<<
it's all in the mental,
in the same lane stack
Shake a Lil when treble trains track,
Shake, shake when the train track,
shake shake, shake when it trains
shake when the trains track.
I swear, it's not a bad tick.
Just bring the brains back.
It's not a bad tick. Just get the brains back
it's not a bad tick. The brains back~
just bring the brains back
bring the brains back
Bear with me. >>Music turned up.
Are the windows cracked?<<
..............Who should have brought the show...vel? And the WAXWHALESTACK.....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
Dec 9, 2023
Dec 9, 2023 at 12:28 PM UTC
Girls don't want guys who abuse them
Girls don't want guys that just use them
Guys don't want girls who act ******
Guys don't want girls that get glitchy
Girls sometimes get stuck with destruction
Guys sometimes can't handle construction
We get put here because we come to think that is all we amount to
Someday it will be too late - no way to run from you
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 3:51 PM UTC
Always different but somehow not new
That's the only way I can frame this walkthrough,
The day to day I walk through
To look through these eyes is not something I'd wish on any of you
At best it's glitchy level design, I can't get a map I don't fall through
Worst, this is all predestined,
like wrestlin',
Every blow right on queue
A nonconsensual change of view
Not only but mostly due to the view of what relentlessly plays out in the minds eye,
A prisonesque venue
I didn't use faulty glue to put this mess together,
Who would choose this to turn into?
Nobody buddy,
Bad seeds planted in toxic soil is why this shiit you see here grew
This isn't the standard "good plan gone askew"
This miniscule piece of timeline was doomed from debut
In every story there's never enough time to repair before I will predictively have to leave you
At least according to the solo read through
Please forgive me for I loved you the only way I knew how too
My "how-to" example did more damage than I could undo
This is already more than anybody expected me to amount to
These aren't woven excuses, this is off the cuff, from the heart impromptu
I just want you to be the one who doesn't see me like they do
I know that's a lot of me to ask of you
©2024
Mar 2, 2024
Mar 2, 2024 at 6:01 PM UTC
This is my shot at being romantic...
I'm sorry if this sounds a little frantic.
I am trying as best as I can to write,
But I fear my heart is holding my pen too tight.
Just want you to know that you are a special guy.
You deserve the best, you are like sweet, hunky piece of pie.
Happy Valentine's Day, from me to you.
Happy Valentine's Day, I think we should *****
...in a new light bulb. The current one is glitchy.
Feb 13, 2011
Feb 13, 2011 at 12:32 PM UTC
I'm from colored lights,
and christmas parties,
and brownies.
I'm from laughter
and play.
I'm from paint,
paint brushes,
and old movies.
Black and white
snapshots dance their way
across all my mirrors.
I'm from rag-dolls, glittery, glitchy,
printed words.
I'm from just too many songs.
I'm from a thousand
blue glass bottles
and rubber gloved hands.
I'm from movement.
Move with me.
May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 9:29 AM UTC
Roused in fanfare, these facets
are full of scantiness,
of cold-boned futility, of bitter thanks
The light turns, morphs them
now they are faces, now limbs
now rancid rag houses again
Crooked sun gurgles, spits a fraud spring
and the office men observe their machines
straight-backed like chairs, they droop
rampant on scarped brown desks,
desks with picked-nail edges, so brown
no one sees them, so solid one forgets to
The sky runs her threads again
accumulating: stagnant noon, sitting
spread-legged, with wax-paper eyes
it watches, watches the aging
Slowly, everyone leaves
the formal men, their leisurely burlap work
lights blink as if to bulwark tears, and
the foul remnants of day's charred pleasure
begin to settle on skin.
the wrists thin, some nails cave in
some lichens on stone-nose
Things that elude cuddle elastic back
into the things they elude
and, spent, the sky breaks at last the thread
to another demure death:
glitchy and green, riddled
in its own secrecies,
dry-lipped as a crone
The light turns again
and this time, it is perfect:
just past the critical angle,
where bustle-bundles of beam
flee unfettered
and leave unlit the grateful subject
reticent, stale
bold in a boastless brood
only a singular fissure
of pretend slight
to mourn aloud in the spectacle of black
Oct 22, 2022
Oct 22, 2022 at 2:59 AM UTC
i am dis.sociat.ing
bit by bit.
bug. stuck.
glitchy.
i will never love.
loveloveluvl0vel00v1.
i am coded to grow old alone.
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 12:59 AM UTC
these are darker days
see them grin
my itsgonnabeOK smiles are beginning to thin
i need something
to keep me
going
the nondescript licks
that glitchy part of me gone septic
no flora can heal it
see it choke the skies
see it rope up the sun but
here
this
is
a dais for you
write like hell poet
make it hurt
**** me with your words
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 5:09 PM UTC
i miss you like a thunderstorm
raging over an empty sea.
i miss you like morning dew
hiding in the shade of flower petals.
i miss you like old photographs
stored in dusty boxes
in forgotten corners of the attic.
i miss you like twilight
skipping quickly from dusk to evening.
i miss you like the swig of coffee
lingering, unloved, at the bottom of the mug.
i miss you like family movies,
glitchy home-videos Mom takes out
to soothe the passing tides of anxiety.
i miss you like lyrics
to a song i haven’t heard since i was fifteen.
i miss you like lemonade stands
in the midst of Florida summers, hot and sticky.
i miss you like the space suspended
between two seconds, trapped in a gap
to which i return infinitely.
Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 7:52 AM UTC
Slip
this sliver of if
Into the eye of my
Slim chances
To be
Blips of the abyss
Bifurcate the I
Am
What I would give to feel again
Adrenaline limps in unedited
Taxed synapse -glitchy-
You have zero messages
Only if
The times were mine
Gotta look alive lithe
signs signs
That's all we are
static designs
made for Likes
Stuck under the stab of cheap tines
Of a spork sticking the I-am
Waiting to be consumed
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 9:27 PM UTC
Hillary’s kinda ******
And her candor and health are glitchy
So let's vote for a racist
Sociopathic fascist
Who’s trigger finger's itchy
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 2:46 AM UTC
Mind exposing
memory glitchy
Bullets floating
Time decreasing
Don't get me a reason
Just look around you
This world is crazy
The end.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 7:06 PM UTC
She is forever trying to understand what it means to be soft and what it means to be hard and how the two are nearly the same thing but given different connotation. To be soft is to be loving but that is also to be hard. To be hard is to be brave but that is what loving is. She doesn’t need you but she allows you to rejoice in her, because that is what loving is. Being soft is being open and being hard is not? To be hard is to be ready to be confident to be challenging. Is that not what loving is? To be soft is to be hard is to be soft is to be HER. You have required a division of the good of the great of the unstoppable inside of her because you are nothing. Being soft means being hard and you must watch her do it all. You must watch her NOW. She is rumbling.
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 11:50 PM UTC