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"inducer" poems
You are not a teacher. You are a: wisdom-imparter confidence-booster, esteem-increaser, fun-creator, book-reader, essay-writer, dedication-inspirer, love-definer, joy-inducer, enthusiasm-evoker, wonder-explorer, beauty-demonstrator, knowledge-sharer, thrill-designer, truth-teller, excitement-architect, student-encourager, A friend. You are not a teacher.
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May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 11:47 AM UTC
To My Teacher
Quiet tension sounds ceased in class except for the dull hum of angered electronics Secret tension that angry face glaring at me inside the mirror Quiet tension a silent alarm the bank robbed all the loot taken Secret Tension a voodoo doll put to its rest the face removed finally inactive Secrets all made public a facebook post told by alcohol Secrets turning to known facts like the spies found in their homes The game changer the fear inducer the noise bringer The tension is gone leaving pain instead and it is here to stay
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Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 4:11 PM UTC
Quiet Tension, Secret Tension
A leitmotif of your average smug **** is a proverb here and there. Spouting them off like the receptor has no care. Their evidential naivety is blatant and almost impossible to bear. As an audience member you can do nothing but hide your malevolence and stare. ******* in maxims that are apparently laced with benevolence and care. You know the kind of oxygen waster I’m referring to. The type of person that watches BBC 4 and likes tofu. The kind that does the Financial Times So-fucking-Do-Ku. Look I’m just saying that clichés annoy me. I’m not asking you to love me, give me a reach around or employ me. In fact you don’t even have to enjoy me as I tell you of things that matter not. Suture yourself hypothetically to a geographically different mind. That mind being mine, oh that maverick-esque mischievous mind of mine, looking at this from my perspective. In my transcendental endeavours to rid the clichéd ridden world of the afore mentioned adjective. In the opposite of anachronistic times, we might successfully, surreptitiously rid the world of moral coated rhymes. We can do this; all it takes is a few. One of which needs to be you. Break out from being solipsistic, even the blind, the meek, the autistic, those that besmirch the edge of coffee cups with their lipstick. Yes, I mean you. Here is what to do… The next time someone spouts off a cliché, punish them, make them listen to an album by “Hearsay.” If someone says “An Apple a day keeps the doctor away.” Then simply say, Steve Jobs had thousands and the here’s the definite answer, that consumerism inducer still died of cancer. If a woman says “When I say jump. You say how high!” Don’t even cogitate to pardon her. If the grass is always greener on the other side – shoot your ******* gardener.
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Aug 24, 2012
Aug 24, 2012 at 8:03 PM UTC
Clichés
A leitmotif of your average smug **** is a proverb here and there. Spouting them off like the receptor has no care. Their evidential naivety is blatant and almost impossible to bear. As an audience member you can do nothing but hide your malevolence and stare. ******* in maxims that are apparently laced with benevolence and care. You know the kind of oxygen waster I’m referring to. The type of person that watches BBC 4 and likes tofu. The kind that does the Financial Times So-fucking-Do-Ku. Look I’m just saying that clichés annoy me. I’m not asking you to love me, give me a reach around or employ me. In fact you don’t even have to enjoy me as I tell you of things that matter not. Suture yourself hypothetically to a geographically different mind. That mind being mine, oh that maverick-esque mischievous mind of mine, looking at this from my perspective. In my transcendental endeavours to rid the clichéd ridden world of the afore mentioned adjective. In the opposite of anachronistic times, we might successfully, surreptitiously rid the world of moral coated rhymes. We can do this; all it takes is a few. One of which needs to be you. Break out from being solipsistic, even the blind, the meek, the autistic, those that besmirch the edge of coffee cups with their lipstick. Yes, I mean you. Here is what to do… The next time someone spouts off a cliché, punish them, make them listen to an album by “Hearsay.” If someone says “An Apple a day keeps the doctor away.” Then simply say, Steve Jobs had thousands and the here’s the definite answer, that consumerism inducer still died of cancer. If a woman says “When I say jump. You say how high!” Don’t even cogitate to pardon her. If the grass is always greener on the other side – shoot your ******* gardener.
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Electrifying insides much deeper than skin Rekindling the temple's flame that burns away perceived sin & Shine in a new light while a new life begins Into the pond I saw beyond This span that exists currently Left me then, besides dread, was the sense of urgency Along with the notion of taking things so personally Now's a good time for a lot more breathing and a lot less worrying Give me some zaps that will act as a lucid inducer Insane synapse blasts across my tribal mind maps Programming much faster than a supercomputer Inside the Youniverse, past mask diffuser Crafting within the infinite, Based on each individual intention Everything changes from each shift in perception Let all the walls fall releasing the demons in the form of apprehension You're beautiful the way you are, a floating eyedea of perfection~
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May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 5:48 AM UTC
~Our Space~
This is creation i have lost all hope in gravity hanging here from the bottom of the world on a million miles of dental floss i have simply lost struggling to fight at any cost I am a toast to a sober night the inducer of plight i can't write anymore this is not me it is the last fiber in my existent being I no longer exist I'm at the end of my whits the beginning of vast nothing
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Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 7:55 PM UTC
Dangle... Dangle
There exists no euphoria inducer quite like being in the state of love. The state of, being in love is the only thing that could make me happy. this, leads me to constantly falling in love, in love with a scenery, in love with a moment, in love with staring at the stars. Though, i suspect it is easier to fill the dark with dark, then to fill the dark with love. -a.j.Leon
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Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 2:27 AM UTC
Filled