"ide" poems
Accuracy of your acrostic arrows,
Ride the wind with utmost ease.
Claiming each bulleye with poetic precision,
Hands steady, unswayed by the errant breeze.
Endowed with talent, unsurpassed finesse,
Regarded by peers as the wise-worded wiz.
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 8:49 AM UTC
Girl with her head laid against the window
Hair that's bleached the light color of yellow
Why does your sadness bring me down so?
I wish to wrap arms around you
And earase all the pain that lies above
To replace your broken hart with love
But our relationship could never start While I would try to cure your hurting hart
There is no doubt, ide tare it back apart
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 10:02 AM UTC
it doesn't seem that i can get high enough
or low
to find a reason for b r e a k i n g this cycle
cycle cycle
cycle
of trying to become drinking buddies with my demons
or unconscious of the fact that i'm slowly letting my passions
die.
i'm empty
on the ins
ide but at
least i loo
k ok.
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 5:33 PM UTC
There is a cat in my home, and slowly it has grown fatter from feasting on food that I own.
I go to work every day, so theres no possible way that this cat could look for pray.
Yet still, somehow, when I return, he's stuffed.
Belly filled with pizza crust he looks as if he'll bust.
Somehow he finds a way outside, where he roams to neighbors homes to fill up on old turkey bones.
Second breakfast and for lunch this hungry cat would munch, till diner came, then the game would change and just like that this cat would be back.
In the morning when I leave, this cat would beg that I come home with fishes. The begging grew bad, so I'de do exactly as she wishes. Heres the trouble: I feed her once, shes still hungry, so i feed her double. Hours of her mighty meow. Her, just sitting there constantly, bellowing just like a cow, until I provide her with her chow. Now, I tried feeding her less and getting her to run but Im just competing with my stress when that cats not having fun. She would sit and moan, Oh the noises she'd groan as Ide remove her from the cushion she had claimed as her thrown.
After this cat had Disowned me, I had learned just like that, that infact it was actualy the cat who had owned me. See cats are a beast of nature, there a creature that can not be tampered. So when theyve been pampered and foods been delivered, you can bet a strong bet that this cat will expect to be treated with the best packaged liver from a duck that Wal-Mart can deliver.
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 11:53 AM UTC
Some of the first mecha featured in manga
& anime were super robots [スーパーロボット _sūpā robotto_],
ultimate, sometimes transforming into weapons
w/ superpowers. They are often one of a kind
products of an ancient civilization, aliens or
mad genius, are usually piloted by Japanese teenagers
& often powered by mystical or exotic energy sources;
Getter Rays, Photonic Energy, Ide, Spiral Power &c.
Sometimes they are formed from
a combination of a few weaker robots;
their abilities described as "quasi-magical";
w/ Miss America becoming less & less
a beauty pageant, it's only a matter of time
before Medusa inherits the mantle;
the revived gods of the ancient world
crossing the rainbow bridge to do battle w/
high-tech monster robots; AI meaning nothing to a flying fist;
Apotheosis, from Greek ἀποθέωσις from ἀποθεοῦν,
apotheoun "to deify"; in Latin deificatio "make divine";
also called divinization & deification;
is the glorification of a subject to divine level;
The term has meanings in theology, where it refers to a belief in art where it refers to a genre;
Defecation is the final act of digestion,
by which organisms eliminate solid, semisolid,
or liquid waste material from the digestive tract via the ****
Humans expel feces w/ a frequency varying
from a few times daily to a few times weekly;
Waves of muscular contraction known as peristalsis
in the walls of the colon move ***** matter
through the digestive tract towards the ******
Undigested food may also be expelled this way,
in a process called _egestion_
Open defecation, the practice of defecating outside
w/out using a toilet of any kind,
is still widespread in some countries,
for example in India, home of the
heroic deities of Hinduism that evolved
from the Vedic era 2nd millennium BCE
through the medieval era, 1st millennium CE
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 10:09 PM UTC
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our ag eo us to uc hy friendl yrese
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ar ism atic br ok en and perfect
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 4:18 PM UTC
brat i sestra
brat: cao
sestra: cao
brat: gde je tata?
sestra: u sobi.
brat: sta radi?
sestra: ma odkud znam, pusi.
brat pravi sendvice. pet sendvica. mleko i keks. malo cipsa sa strane.
brat ne zna nista. sestra zna po nesto.
brat se obraca psu: pa gde si ti bio ceo dan?jeli malisanu mali, milice jedna, jel si gladan? a sta si radio? hoces napolje? jao pa vidi te sapice, smrdo jedan.
ne izvodi psa.
brat jede. cuti.
brat ide na spavanje, vec je jako kasno. opranih zuba.
sestra vec spava. brat otvara vrata sestrine sobe naglo, namerno ili mozda slucajno ali ne i prvi put. gleda u mrak i osluskuje sestrino mumlanje i cangrizanje. cuti. zatvara vrata i odlazi u svoj mrak, prekoputa.
jutro je.
brat: cao
sestra: cao
brat: gde je tata?
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 8:22 AM UTC
Bapak, aku ingin pulang
Aku rindu dengan rumah atau ide akan rumah
Tapi kau telah mempunyainya.
Aku rindu disambut harum masakan buah tangan sang Ibu
Tapi kau tak pernah menyicipinya, Ibu tak bisa masak.
Aku rindu berduduk diatas kursi kayu yang terletak di ruang makan
Tapi kau bahkan tak pernah melakukannya. Kau, tak pernah makan.
Aku rindu akan ruang sesak penuh sayang
Akan kentalnya keakraban yang melekat di dinding-dinding bisu;
yang dalam diam mendengar isak tangis setiap manusia yang menjajalkan diri dalam rumah ini
Akan hangatnya cinta kasih yang tergurat diantara bisingnya suara televisi yang kau nyalakan setiap Minggu jam tujuh pagi dan gaduhnya percakapan seorang diri yang terproyeksi dalam tiap benak manusia, lagi-lagi, dirumah ini.
Kau tak akan menemukannya disana
Aku dan Ibumu ini hanyalah tamu
Kau adalah rumahmu
Tapi kau adalah bukan tempat singgah
Badanmu bak ruang luas tak terbatas
Tamu-tamu tak bisa lalu-lalang melalui satu pintu saja
Banyak pintu-pintu lain didalamnya namun tak terbuka
Ribuan pintu tersebut tertutup adanya
Terkunci dengan rapat
Namun kuncinya telah kau telan
Dibalik pintu itu,
Lagi-lagi ribuan misteri
Teka-teki tentang dirimu yang tersimpan dalam boks berbagai macam ukuran
Tersimpan terlalu aman
Jiwamu adalah fondasi
Kebaikanmu harum masakan yang mengundang setiap orang
Keingintahuanmu benda mahal; memikat tamu untuk ingin bertualang ke setiap ruang
Kenekatanmu—sisi Sang Pembangkang yang kusayang—menantang mereka untuk tinggal lebih lama
Empatimu alunan musik yang menyodorkan kenyamanan
Namun parasmu, anakku sayang,
Matras termahal yang membuat mereka ingin menginap
Hati-hati dalam memberi izin
Jaga rumahmu
Bersihkan
Bagiku Istana terbesar di Dunia tak ada nilainya jika disandingkan dengan Rumah yang kau punya.
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 1:23 AM UTC
dia berusaha meyakinkan aku salah
dia mencintai apapun yang kulakukan
mau itu benar atau salah―dia menganggapnya itu indah
dia mencintai setiap inci sayatan di lenganku
mau itu masih berbekas atau tidak―dia menganggapnya itu indah
dia mencintai seluruh buah ide di benakku
mau itu akan berhasil atau tidak―dia menganggapnya itu indah
dia mencintai seluruh jiwa ragaku
mau itu penuh dengan luka atau tidak―dia menganggapnya itu indah
dia mencintai keadaan fisik dan mentalku
mau itu sempurna atau tidak―dia menganggapnya itu indah
dan dari sekian lama aku hidup
tidak pernah merasa seyakin ini sebelumnya
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 10:08 AM UTC
kiss of the lips
k
i
s
s
i
n
g
s
l
o
w
l
y
t
o
your hips
to
Th e
in side
Of your
thi ghs
I feel your body quiver,
I feel your goosebumps
and your shiver
Release
Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 7:54 PM UTC
Don't grow so fast, little one
You've so much to see and do
But take your time....your time and enjoy
And love the little moments in-between.
Run and play and s-i-ing with joy
Don't join the queue of Life too soon
But take your time....your time and enjoy
And love the little moments in-between.
CHORUS
Bedtime songs will end on a day
When you no longer feel the need
But hugs and tugs will always be there
These are the precious moments in-between.
So sail your ships and build your dreams
Paint your pirate face and ri-i-ide your horse
But take your time....your time and enjoy
And love the little moments in-between.
Refrain
Your steps will take where you wanna be
And then, you'll be grown
And all your pictures drawn on the walls are the best treasures
And all your words so very funny
Are safely tucked away......in my heart.
Star Toucher, 14 March 2013
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 2:02 AM UTC
Crackling. Rocking. Crackling. Creaking and oscillating, a century old Mahogany Wood seceded to the paSsage of time.
Particles of sand, confounded by the Peninsula’s chaotic, blasting breeze now revealed a shade of burnt tar.
Outside of the second floor Maissonette, sways the rocking chair once warmed by Grandpa.
A Tactless, impatient, rhythmic Requiem Bashes near the wiNdow pane as the sunset falls Under the frame.
Empty Folklore presides like the Residue of a once lambent effigy… SwOosh. Hush!
Cocktails were a Preamble to lunch like diabetes to Nephropathy.
Corrosive Rhetoric seeped in to expose the ego of a Sommelier.
A smile would Parachute down when you needed it like Nicotine to remind that no Precedent had been set, just an Anomaly.
Cutthroat beginnings, this was no Analog man.
In grade school his Cosmos found Zion and “The world to come”.
This baby’s Cradle, abandoned High atop a mountain was blown by a Chinook towards the Atlantic.
“I was found swallowed in a stained Table cloth by Balkan children on a treasure hunt, with no Guarantee and no resignatIon. "
The boTtle narrates these chronicles and a smile parachutes down when you need it like nicotine.
Dionysus Crafted his accounts while most Garnered his spiels with Snide. As they witnessed dream remembrance; he thought his memory was Presumably accurate, and although his tales were triFling to the gathering audience, they became his Heliocentric history.
Calling me a young Galleon and handing me a map, Grandpa scanned his hand across the vast land
guaranteeing trEasure would be found if I had no resignation.
This Asinine assertion to my teenage sister Symbolized the Barring of her unheeding imagination by time and then a smile parachuted down just when she needed it like nicotine.
_TRF
Dec 14, 2016
Dec 14, 2016 at 11:13 AM UTC
in
your
face
hell
mongers
you sit in judgement
condemning the lost while
your wings conceal gluttony
envy, pr ide and avar ice like
sulfuric eggs. You drop on down
like harpy eagles on fish
just forget you
ever took on
the title of
'Christian'
because you
can rest assured
that Christ Jesus will
SoulSurvivor
2/7/2015
Feb 7, 2015
Feb 7, 2015 at 3:42 PM UTC
Tak tahu mengapa tiba-tiba Fatima terjatuh. Orang-orang pikir dia tertidur. Mereka mencoba membangunkan, namun sia-sia. Disentuh dengan hati-hati, tak juga berhasil.
Fatima dengan sepasang burka berkeliling di dunia ide. Mimpi-mimpi yang awalnya ilusi, kini nyata. Dia menari-nari diatas kesedihannya. Fatima mondar mandir mencari-cari sepasang burkanya. Burkanya yang satu dipasangkan di kepala pak Kucing.
Pak Kucing adalah teman yang baik. Artinya dia menemani Fatima dalam ide dan materi. Pak Kucing berkata bahwa Fatima adalah gadis yang cantik. Fatima terharu mendengarnya, tetes-tetes air matanya jatuh membasahi burkanya.
Pak Kucing menghibur, dengan membacakan teka-tekinya;
"Tiba-tiba, orang-orang merasa sia-sia berhati-hati. Mimpi-mimpi kini menari-nari, mondar-mandir mencari-cari tetes-tetes teka-tekinya"
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 10:46 AM UTC
mungkin akan menjadi cerita ter-lusuh yang pernah aku tulis
-----
ingat ketika aku dan kamu di padang rumput yang menguning?
lalu kita sama-sama terpukau dengan pemandangan di depan mata
waktu itu kita sama-sama tidak berusaha memotretnya
karena masing-masing kita hanya fokus mencari ide untuk memulai percakapan
mungkin saat itu aku sudah terpikir sesuatu untuk aku mulai
tapi lucunya, malah kamu yang memulai percakapan
waktu itu kamu bertanya tentang kehidupanku semester ini
baik atau tidak baik
seperti biasa aku mengumpat, sungguh, tidak baik hidupku satu semester ini
kamu tertawa, entah menertawakan nasibku atau reaksiku
kamu tertawa seakan aku baru saja memberi lelucon terlucu abad ini
mungkin kalau kamu bukan kamu, aku sudah marah
tapi aku justru suka
dan jujur, aku bisa saja bersyukur mempunyai nasib seburuk itu hanya untuk mendengarkanmu tertawa
setelah itu giliranmu bercerita
aku sudah bisa menebak, ceritamu pasti seputar hal yang tidak penting
dan memang benar.....
tapi aku tetap mendengarkan, karena pupil matamu melebar
tanda kamu suka dengan hal yang kamu ceritakan
dan aku suka ketika kamu semangat dalam meceritakannya
aku mendengarkan
-//-
waktu berjalan, obrolan kami mulai masuk dalam topik yang rumit
tentang penciptaan, tentang dunia, tentang alasan kami hidup
biasanya otakku mulai memanas ketika membicarakan hal ini
dengan lawan bicara yang lain
tapi denganmu, aku mengidamkan lebih
seperti perpustakaan yang disinari lampu kuning hangat
dan kutu buku yang tersenyum membaca tumpukan buku harum
setelahnya...
Jan 5, 2020
Jan 5, 2020 at 11:23 AM UTC
TROR DU DET HER ER EN GOD IDE? JA. NEJ. JO DET ER. NEJ, VENT... IKKE ALLIGEVEL.
DET GÅR IKKE... VI OPFØRER OS SOM OM VI ER KÆRESTER.
ER VI KÆRESTER? NEJ, VEL? JO VI ER. MÅSKE LIDT? ELLER ER VI BARE VENNER? HVAD SYNES DU? JEG VED DET IKKE. VED DU DET HELLER IKKE? OKAY. JAMEN HVAD ER VI SÅ? HAR DU LYST TIL DET HER? HAR DU LYST TIL MIG? JEG HAR LYST TIL DIG. ELLER HAR JEG? JEG VED DET IKKE MEN KYS MIG NU. HVORFOR HOLDT DU OP? VAR DET IKKE RART? JO. ELLER.. JO DET VAR DET. ER DU SUR PÅ MIG? NEJ JEG ER IKKE SUR PÅ DIG. JEG ER SUR PÅ MIG. HVORFOR? JEG VED DET IKKE, HVOR SKULLE JEG OGSÅ VIDE DET FRA? GIDER DU IKKE GODT BARE GÅ? NEJ, BLIV. VENT.. JEG GÅR, DET ER BEDST. DET ER MIN SKYLD. ELLER ER DET DIN SKYLD? ELLER MIN OG DIN SKYLD? HVIS JEG BLIVER KYSSER DU MIG SÅ? JEG HAR LYST TIL AT KYSSE DIG. SÅ KYS MIG. OG STOP IGEN. NEJ BLIV VED. STOP. KYS MIG IGEN. STOP. HVAD ER DET HER? HVAD ER VI? DU VED DET IKKE? GODT. FOR JEG VED DET HELLER IKKE. SÅ KYS MIG NU OG STOP IGEN. BESLUT DIG. OKAY, KYS MIG. MEN TROR DU VIRKELIG DET HER ER EN GOD IDE?
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 3:52 AM UTC
I wish to be an artest
To draw quite beautifully
Or be a scientist
And think with ingenuity
I could be a baker
Baking with a chemist's flare
I wish to serve my country
To have the strength to fully care
Yet i have not the brain
Nor any skill in my hand
Measurements drive me insane
And ups one direction too hard to stand
I wish for a thousand lives
For a thousand things to do
Gods given me this one
What am I gonna do?
Ive found the answer to a question that I thought was lost. I thought sailing a ship threw a sea and having the world under me would bring happiness. I thought I could ride the motion of the ocean without care and there is where ide be remembered. To live every moment as if it were my last to do everything as if it were my only chance. But what are skills but mastery of a subject that time has been spent on. And what is the world but a place I could spend forever looking for and never find. Its not about finding the most beautiful scene or performing crazy acts. Its about the ones you love. Ive come to face that fact. So at the end of my day when everything is threw I dont want to spend it in open waters, I would rather spend it with you.
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 2:37 AM UTC
Going on a night ride...with you-ooh
Yeah, going on a night ride with you-ooh
Going on a night ride
Going on a ni-ight ri-ide
Going on a night ride...with you.
Flying away into the night
Feeling the wind in my hair
Watching your eyes shine...
Watching your eyes shine....
Watching your eyes shine in the moonlight.
Floating on warm thoughts of you.
Star Toucher, 07 March 2013
Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 5:27 AM UTC
sedang ingin menulis
tapi tidak ingin disebut puitis
saya gamau, terkesan najis
tapi saya masih ingin menulis
gusti..
lantas harus apa?
hanya haha huhu cinta yang melintas
saya gamau, terkesan najis sekali lagi
hobi sekali
menulis tanpa arti
percuma kalian mengamati
penulisnya saja tidak bisa mengerti
dasar otak angin.
Sep 2, 2019
Sep 2, 2019 at 9:45 AM UTC
When times get
Hard, the going gets writing.
And the times are hard, but
Things get worst before they get any better.
As a bruise is when it's healing.
Coming from a young person with no where to go,
As I run from this creature.
This big, dark creature who's
Chasing me, there's no where to
Hide, or so it thinks...
Down the street...nope, it's right behind me.
On the roof...nah, it's there too.
No where to turn,
No where to go, oh but wait...
I got my secret place, but **** it! It's
Even there as well--in my writing. In my place.
Feb 7, 2011
Feb 7, 2011 at 11:49 AM UTC
No one will care when im dead
No one will visit me in my hospital bed
No one ever had anything nice to say
Probably because people didnt like me anyway
Ide call you all ***** ******* cowards
If i thought there was a lie in any of your words
But theres not so i'll just stop and nod
Or i would if i wasnt buried six feet under this sod
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 2:33 AM UTC
Subconscious - Super fast connection, but limited by slow processor, small IDE hard drive, and low memory that is filled up the first 7 years. Fast connection bad for slow mind, with no room to store new data.
Unconscious - Dreams and drugs. Fast and slow connection that shifts from dial-up to 5G and shifts dimensions too. Not a lot is known for sure besides it can be scary and/or fun.
Meditation - Reset and update system in many ways, or personalize your thoughts and themes. Solid State Drive as well as Hard Disk Drive. All the RAM you need. Meditation comes in many different types, and can truly heal mind and body.
Conscious - All you can be! i9 fast processor, Custom ROM, the Cloud, Unlimited space and memory. 10,000 signals per second of learning without trying, and loving what you learn. No filters
Sep 12, 2021
Sep 12, 2021 at 6:41 PM UTC
Take your favorite things,
….tear ‘em to pieces,
…holding that which you love in your heart.
Stir them up ‘in-si-ide,’ wear ‘em, release ‘em knowing now just, -who you ‘ar-are.’
A secret box ‘in-si-ide,’
Cherish, believe them,
…holding that which you love in your heart.
A special place inside, stirring, increasing and now you’re building your heart.
So take your ‘fa-vor-ite’ things,
….tear ‘em to pieces,
…holding that which you love in your heart.
Stir them up ‘in-si-ide,’ wear ‘em, release ‘em knowing now just, -who you ‘ar-are.’
A secret box ‘in-si-ide,’
Cherish, believe them,
…holding that which you love in your heart.
A special place inside, stirring, increasing and now you’re building your heart.
chorus
And now you’re building,
AND NOW YOU’RE BUILDING,
And now you’re building your heart.
So take your ‘fa-vor-ite’ things,
*chorus…and hold that which you love in…
So take your ‘fa-vor-ite’ things,
chorus…and hold that which you love in…
Take your ‘fa-vor-ite’ things,
chorus…and hold that which you love in…
Take your ‘fa-vor-ite’ things,
chorus…and hold that which you love in…
Soft spoken end
Take your favorite things,
….tear ‘em to pieces,
…holding that which you love in your heart…
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 8:15 AM UTC
Doce, to inform, to tell, to teach
This can be one in a classroom
on top of a hill or standing on a beach
but however
anyone can preach
so then what should we learn?
what should they teach?
Me is me
but who
should I be?
an eighteen year old
graduate to be?
or a man
for the world to see?
A christian
or a wiccan
a athlete
or a nerd
or should it pertain to everyone
that none would find absurd
Veritatem, the truth
the problem of
the sleuth
what if undeniable
even when uncouth
that can be shown with
undeniable proof
Whose truth?
The truth as I
believe it to be
or the truth that you
can clearly see?
or the truth of how society
would want us to be?
The truth as written by
the dumb ox?
the summary that wraps theology
into a little box
Or a much older book written
in the lord's name?
but which version of it?
because no two are the same
The one with many gods
"do as you will harm none?"
or how about the one that only has one?
"treat your neighbor as you would treat your self"
So weather your gods are poly or mono
the ide is the same
don't harm any person
in any god's name
and this is a truth that is
rarely refuted
and no matter what religion it is
not disputed
but is there any other
truth in life?
one to be said without
battle or strife
If there is we should learn it
and yell it from thee mountain top
so "Doce Me Veritatem!"
and maybe violence will stop
Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 3:09 AM UTC