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"inhabitable" poems
Generations of people perceiving things In different levels The understanding in different horizons The horizon to the shore To the infinity The earth brings out everything new Adaptability is the key Acceptance is the key New perceiving New beings New thoughts New love New cravings New addiction New generation New adaptability New addiction New mistakes New evolution New matches New mismatches New sun New moon New stars New wrongs And the new rights The flow continues beyond understanding And let it be Understanding does not matter In the whole change is inhabitable Change is real Also the experience Perceive the change in the outer world Bring out the change in the inner world Have a common path in between Let it be Perceive change around Is the only thing important The understanding is void Don't ever complain about what you cant understand And you cannot in many cases No worries Accept it It is real It is true Perceive Feel And let go In a deeper sense of course Dip into the thought Illuminate Feel the new sun New moon A new day Come fresh and tidy Accept the change in real From without and within Keep your arms wide open Broaden your arms Chant the prayers to the universe Surrender to the universe Universe knows it all Trust You are the part of the whole The whole is the universe Created by the universe Above and beyond To the eternity You are the universe You are the change You are the perceptions You are the feel You are the agenda You are the thoughts You are the eternal soul And everybody around are And every things around are Take a deep breadth and Function as you should Function as you are Function as a change within Function as the change without Function as the change around Different generations Differences as seen Perceiving The around and within As a rule or the knowns By themselves upon themselves The new one Having a change Of terms Of rules And of surroundings Different from the generations gone The new ones for sure Has a new things to do Has a new idea A new rule New love New connections New mistakes New rights And the new wrongs The change is there Perceiving and generations Different in emotions Different in righteousness Different in fulfillment Different in atrocities Different in perceptions Different in locality Different in the differences And similar in a way They are different Only thing common Is the change Have you the perception To get into the change Around, within and without The change is happening It is present It is the thing to feel To perceive Try to understand, the less you get it Feel the change Percepts of change Accept the change you must Teach change if you can Be a change if you ought to For the new ones For the old ones And for the no ones Take a deep breadth Feel the cool breeze of change Breathe the change Live the change Teach the change Be the change See differences seem to be similarities Notion of diversities Notion of change Notion of no differences Notion of similarities People and generations Perceiving things At different levels Inhabitable is the change Perceiving change Is the key In general To say the least Chants Abundance Belongingness Grace Love Alive
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Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 10:45 PM UTC
Perceptions and Generations
Generations of people perceiving things In different levels The understanding in different horizons The horizon to the shore To the infinity The earth brings out everything new Adaptability is the key Acceptance is the key New perceiving New beings New thoughts New love New cravings New addiction New generation New adaptability New addiction New mistakes New evolution New matches New mismatches New sun New moon New stars New wrongs And the new rights The flow continues beyond understanding And let it be Understanding does not matter In the whole change is inhabitable Change is real Also the experience Perceive the change in the outer world Bring out the change in the inner world Have a common path in between Let it be Perceive change around Is the only thing important The understanding is void Don't ever complain about what you cant understand And you cannot in many cases No worries Accept it It is real It is true Perceive Feel And let go In a deeper sense of course Dip into the thought Illuminate Feel the new sun New moon A new day Come fresh and tidy Accept the change in real From without and within Keep your arms wide open Broaden your arms Chant the prayers to the universe Surrender to the universe Universe knows it all Trust You are the part of the whole The whole is the universe Created by the universe Above and beyond To the eternity You are the universe You are the change You are the perceptions You are the feel You are the agenda You are the thoughts You are the eternal soul And everybody around are And every things around are Take a deep breadth and Function as you should Function as you are Function as a change within Function as the change without Function as the change around Different generations Differences as seen Perceiving The around and within As a rule or the knowns By themselves upon themselves The new one Having a change Of terms Of rules And of surroundings Different from the generations gone The new ones for sure Has a new things to do Has a new idea A new rule New love New connections New mistakes New rights And the new wrongs The change is there Perceiving and generations Different in emotions Different in righteousness Different in fulfillment Different in atrocities Different in perceptions Different in locality Different in the differences And similar in a way They are different Only thing common Is the change Have you the perception To get into the change Around, within and without The change is happening It is present It is the thing to feel To perceive Try to understand, the less you get it Feel the change Percepts of change Accept the change you must Teach change if you can Be a change if you ought to For the new ones For the old ones And for the no ones Take a deep breadth Feel the cool breeze of change Breathe the change Live the change Teach the change Be the change See differences seem to be similarities Notion of diversities Notion of change Notion of no differences Notion of similarities People and generations Perceiving things At different levels Inhabitable is the change Perceiving change Is the key In general To say the least Chants Abundance Belongingness Grace Love Alive
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They came one day from where I know not. Unholy structures came to ground, certainly from another world. They wasted nothing of their time to cast affliction upon us. We ran away in terror in certain fear of our own lives. Many were seized and thrown into confinement, others inspected and probed, many of us were taken away and subjected to internal examination even dismemberment,  anatomical scrutiny. We had become the source of food for our invaders. Additional crafts came from the heavens joining their forbears. Havoc was extreme as their weapons did their worst creating carnage in every different direction. They lay waste to every surface and their vehicles cast out foul pollutants which poisoned the very air we breath. Our world was quickly becoming an inhabitable, desolate disconsolate place and extinction our future. Some of the braver of us tried to fight back but this alien nation had weapons and tools the like of nothing we had ever seen. The lucky ones escaped into the nether regions and watched from afar as piece by burning piece their birthplaces were destroyed. These Humans intend to colonise all that they see and our world will never be the same place again.
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Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 2:23 PM UTC
Alien Nation
fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself so maybe that's why i hide your identity behind a cloud of prestigious synonyms and truthful lies because i'm scared of you and scared for you and if i'm not scared then i don't feel anything at all (when your fingers are wrapped around mine or wrapped around my neck) because i feel like i'm suffocating, your skin used to be on mine but now my vocal cords have been snapped, strained, broken, so maybe your lips are like electromagnets; they took away my steel strength when you pulled them away; like tectonic plates evoking an earthquake in my core, in my mantel, maybe i am a planet but you made me inhabitable; my atmosphere poisonous, i am impossible to breathe around yet you had the audacity to sheepishly hold up a second hand gas mask and say someone else will one day finish project "love" on a tiny planet who's name begins with m and ends with e
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Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 8:08 AM UTC
I've Never Been Good At Physics
You didn't have time to react Nuclear reactors melting Why couldn't I have given you a signal Allowed you to evacuate the valley I just wanted death and chaos I never wanted your heart to be inhabitable I wanted it all to myself Yet left myself in ruin Alone in the dark With only ghostly dolls to play with I was another Chernobyl Another disaster in the plains of your heart Another tragedy soon to be forgotten
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Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 10:42 AM UTC
Chernobyl All Over Again
Looking down at everything through a knife sharp analysis Shaded with logic and facts Before the world disappointed us Or we disappointed we Then we ran away and created a world of our own A world that is much more simple and happy Full of possibilities A carefree one An illusion some say Somewhere more inhabitable than the reality we realised We used to be the realist weren't we?... Do you want to be again...? Do you want to go back...?
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Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 5:46 PM UTC
We used to be the realist weren't we?
one day the world will forget our names, our memories will be wiped away from the surface of the earth and the things we used to own will turn to ashes with us. then, we'll be buried underground. we will become one with the earth and our flesh will linger through the wildflowers and sprout again above our coffins and we'll say our last words to the wind. the temples that were made for us will turn into an artifact, a museum of what we were and what we could have been. one day, the last star will collapse and the universe will be inhabitable. but we will linger around the dark and black void that we once called home.
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Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 7:08 AM UTC
artifact
The incident of a hundred fireflies like tiny ships on their way, haphazardly, to nobody's home while lightning flickers lightly in the teeming, inhabitable air.
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Jun 11, 2012
Jun 11, 2012 at 6:27 PM UTC
fireflies
Wonder what’s imagination? Where are the seeds of imagination? That sprouts in our mind Sometimes dying as a sapling Or if nurtured, can grow strong as oak But who plants the seed in our mind Is it imagination within an imagination? How can one cocoon the other? The foundation of creativity is imagination Somewhere our mind does travel for inspiration Does imagination inhabit any other universe? Visiting us with its momentary flash Providing enough light to germinate the seed Have we deciphered the brain? Sometimes it feels as if it is planted in our body To control the whole nervous system Isn't it that we are in a way powered by our imagination? Or, am I imagining too much about the concept of imagination For now let’s imagine we are living in the only inhabitable planet For we have achieved so much by virtue of imagination All that we see around us were once a figment of our imagination Why don’t we imagine that we can accept everyone? For what they are, and not imagine that we are superior or inferior Maybe this imagination will really come true For, if we can imagine, we can surely make it a reality © Amitav (Radiance)
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Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 2:40 PM UTC
Imagination
I've lived countless lives and loved countless wives I've defeated voldemort, sauron and countless others Looted and plundered with the Vikings Went on psychotic murderous rampages Built floating, intricate castles in the sky, with balconies out of which I've stared for countless hours, trying to make sense of the patterns made by the constellations shining through the fluffy clouds in the night sky Settled on a inhabitable planet with a population of only loopy straws whose only purpose in life Seemed to be to force feed me thick foamy milkshakes until the buttons on my jeans popped and I blew up like a balloon and floated away into the skies I've lived the life of a poem, may it be joyous or pitiful, enraged or complacent, unrhymely or out of verse An entire planet at times; tectonic plates moving to make and break the shape of continents, and have ecosystems being formed on my being, watch with pleasure as new life forms on my surface and feel the pain of billions of such life forms as they slowly fade out of existence, my core erupting at every moment is what has made my shell so thick and given me the ability to support further life A box of matchsticks, with each matchstick's head being rubbed against me as it erupts into flames and slowly burns down to ash and cinder I've been a macho soldier in space blowing up monstrous creatures of disproportionate proportions with gigantic claws and humongous jaws I've been lived as the creator and guided the evolution of a sea of pebbles through their voyage and to their destination as grains of sand A spec of dust as it floats from place to place, sits in dark attics for eons till the cleaning lady dusts me off of the rusty old lamp and I fly out of the open window, only to be caught by a passing gust of wind and swept towards the next town where I become one with the earth of which I emerged.
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Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 3:24 PM UTC
Countless lives
I've lived countless lives and loved countless wives I've defeated voldemort, sauron and countless others Looted and plundered with the Vikings Went on psychotic murderous rampages Built floating, intricate castles in the sky, with balconies out of which I've stared for countless hours, trying to make sense of the patterns made by the constellations shining through the fluffy clouds in the night sky Settled on a inhabitable planet with a population of only loopy straws whose only purpose in life Seemed to be to force feed me thick foamy milkshakes until the buttons on my jeans popped and I blew up like a balloon and floated away into the skies I've lived the life of a poem, may it be joyous or pitiful, enraged or complacent, unrhymely or out of verse An entire planet at times; tectonic plates moving to make and break the shape of continents, and have ecosystems being formed on my being, watch with pleasure as new life forms on my surface and feel the pain of billions of such life forms as they slowly fade out of existence, my core erupting at every moment is what has made my shell so thick and given me the ability to support further life A box of matchsticks, with each matchstick's head being rubbed against me as it erupts into flames and slowly burns down to ash and cinder I've been a macho soldier in space blowing up monstrous creatures of disproportionate proportions with gigantic claws and humongous jaws I've been lived as the creator and guided the evolution of a sea of pebbles through their voyage and to their destination as grains of sand A spec of dust as it floats from place to place, sits in dark attics for eons till the cleaning lady dusts me off of the rusty old lamp and I fly out of the open window, only to be caught by a passing gust of wind and swept towards the next town where I become one with the earth of which I emerged.
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Rest upon the crescent moon Dream amongst the stars Travel through the milky way Vacation next to Mars Sing the song of our mother Be gentile as you play Leave this land as you found it We are not here to stay Create a world inhabitable Where inhibitions aren’t If nothing lasts forever We were all doomed from the start
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Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 5:16 AM UTC
The Moon
With my growth I leave behind a shell. A casing of the world I used to thrive in. The past is no longer inhabitable, but still usable. I use my memories as a flotation device in the abyss that is recurring. I rise above my past and transcend into the new crevice that is my present. I cannot change the past as it is set in bone. But I can make my future fit me. I can form my own protection layer by layer until all my supplies of DNA paper Mache will no longer stick. Their glue dried up, exhausted by the length of time I've spent on earth, oppressed by the pressure of the tumulting, black sea. Waves may break on me. My knowledge of living my shield against depression, anxiety. My bone hard shield saves me. I am the chambered nautilus. I am awake. But dream I will of times beyond 36. What lies ahead may only hurt me on the edge because to the core my skeleton is steady. Its weight growing heavy Can be lifted with my spirits as if before a feast. And dragged down to the ocean floor when realized I'm a beast. No princess in her castle, nor farm boy in his barn Unique to who I am, and in my niche I fit. I may blow up. And fall down. And spurt salty tears. You'd never know, my loves, my dreams, my fears. Upon first glance I am the epitome of my life. Upon second, as confusing. Upon third, as painful and funny. And as irrelevant to others as I am important to myself. Another rock in the ocean. Another pebble. Another pearl. Not found Not searched for Not hidden.
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Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 2:51 PM UTC
My life as a chambered Nautilus
Magnetized, re-energized. Memorized the sound of your laugh. You were Living below the ghost of my past, Repairing the cracks and holes punched into soft walls surrounding what was once a home. {Could my heart be inhabitable again?} The vibration of my Voice grows clearer & stronger when you're beside me I think with more clarity, I speak with more certainty. feel an aliveness within the silence that we share. I never want to miss you, I always want you near. I feel a calm strength within you. An iceberg, reaching depths beneath the surface inconceivable. I feed the fire - that brings summer back --- Warm the ice with my hands. (Melt! Release ! From a frozen trap) ...  Snow Floods down the mountains as a rainbow Flow Let go You know You've got my soul. I feel your smile without opening my eyes. Let's spend some time Looking at what we've found Learn to help each other unwind Let go of Mind And just listen to the sound Of the not so distant waves Watch the signs sail on by Only we decide which option to follow. What's it all mean, Love's great mystery. What it means to you, what does that mean to me? . . -Hayleo Liz
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Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 2:46 AM UTC
Iceberg
Today that disc of life, when in the east it rose I found it a little more ominous, its end a little too close. You don’t seem to mind it, maybe you don’t at all care The object that makes your day, won’t be forever there. Today it lends a friendly halo, shines bright on your homely turf It won’t be like this for all the time, when it turns a white dwarf. You find it nothing worrisome, too faraway to be any omen That it is silently wearying itself out, burning up its hydrogen. The blinding luminous ball, at which your eyes can’t gaze Has still billions years to bow out, and halfway through its phase. So what’s there to worry, the end is too longtime yet Generations will come and go, before reaching destiny’s date. But still the issue is something that deserves a serious plan It involves a grave consequence, for the future of human clan. Where will be our habitat, when dies our star of stars When earth becomes inhabitable, will our abode be Mars? For it will be billion years more the fireball will hold there out Of all the planets the best bet, is our brethren Mars no doubt. So maybe before our star burns out, we seek out another shore Colonize the red planet in the sky, also called the planet IV. An entire civilization will shift there, an enormous migration Carrying with them love and hatred, all the human emotion. They’ll make Mars another Earth, in a strange way I feel We’ll not leave behind human divide, the inequity’s evil Our boundaries and walls of color of skin, stigma of racial curse Will they be all carried with us, transported to the new home Mars?
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Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 5:32 AM UTC
Destination: Planet IV
Today that disc of life, when in the east it rose I found it a little more ominous, its end a little too close. You don’t seem to mind it, maybe you don’t at all care The object that makes your day, won’t be forever there. Today it lends a friendly halo, shines bright on your homely turf It won’t be like this for all the time, when it turns a white dwarf. You find it nothing worrisome, too faraway to be any omen That it is silently wearying itself out, burning up its hydrogen. The blinding luminous ball, at which your eyes can’t gaze Has still billions years to bow out, and halfway through its phase. So what’s there to worry, the end is too longtime yet Generations will come and go, before reaching destiny’s date. But still the issue is something that deserves a serious plan It involves a grave consequence, for the future of human clan. Where will be our habitat, when dies our star of stars When earth becomes inhabitable, will our abode be Mars? For it will be billion years more the fireball will hold there out Of all the planets the best bet, is our brethren Mars no doubt. So maybe before our star burns out, we seek out another shore Colonize the red planet in the sky, also called the planet IV. An entire civilization will shift there, an enormous migration Carrying with them love and hatred, all the human emotion. They’ll make Mars another Earth, in a strange way I feel We’ll not leave behind human divide, the inequity’s evil Our boundaries and walls of color of skin, stigma of racial curse Will they be all carried with us, transported to the new home Mars?
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Wind whirling, Songs to be sung, By the birds, Hush is an instant! The Hail pours, From the Heavens, As the rain floods The once inhabitable streets below... No one is safe! Mothers hide their babies, In a futile fight for there lives. No one is safe! Husbands try to rescue their families. As they are crushed, In the rubble that was once a home. No one is safe!
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Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 9:10 AM UTC
No One is Safe
Two point one million kilometres per hour Is the speed at which we flow, in Space As we live our exotic eventful lives On seemingly motionless grounds Firm and solid beneath our feet. One thousand six hundred seventy five Kilometres per hour is the speed of those grounds, A spherical dancer pirouetting endlessly to enlight The marvellous show alternating day and night. Rotations we do not feel, dizziness incomplete. As speed is constant, momentum numbs Our senses, though it is unable to deceive The winds and ocean currents, only tangible proof Of our movement, incessantly blowing and running Yet bound to Earth for neither to escape. Air deflecting between high and low Pressures, to move extra heat elsewhere, Balancing temperatures, to talk about the weather, Offering seasons to render Our terrestrial little planet an inhabitable one. Elegant harmonisation, Coriolis Effect, Universe orchestrating sophisticated laws Setting the rare conditions, for wind to blow, For us to exist.
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May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 6:46 AM UTC
Coriolis Effect
The trees used to sing with the wind before He got here. The salty ocean water would gently shush us all to sleep. Now that He’s here ships are sinking like our dreams: immediately. Ever since He arrived Candles no longer light the way, They burn bridges and build unimaginable walls in their wake. Plutonium is no longer radioactive. Radioactivity is relative. Everything now glows a sickly hue, brought on by His discolored rotting views. Air Earth Water Fire Aether The eternal marriage of Air and the Earth has faltered under the guise of conversion “therapy” Water has now made itself undrinkable to all but the chosen few. Fire is now Only Orange. The Aether is no longer empty. It is filled with all our memories. It is the only place for all of our bodies to go now that we’re bound for soot, inhabitable soil and eternal nuclear snow. Air Earth Water Fire Aether are now GreatAgainGreatAgainGreatAgainGreatAgainGreatAgain There are lots of avenues through history to travel down “again.” Many views of former greatness. Slavery Holocausts Massacres Cities Lost and it all starts with an immigration ban. Signed on the day remembering my dozens of dead family. My millions slaughtered endlessly. Here we are At the beginning. History supposedly repeats itself Let’s not let Him
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Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 8:57 PM UTC
What Has He Done?
I orbited this sphere long before mankind evolved, I was inspired by man's ingenious inventions long before the machines were created, now I surround this sphere, Trying to instill positive thoughts to my comrades, I was placed here with you by the creator of all, I created the universal laws in which you chose to disobey, how wicked you became living the life of savagery. Listen, I once extinct the existence who never obeyed my commandments, Although I wasn't fond of I could disintegrate this sphere as long this unadulterate hatred and demolition of this globe exist. I'm no purgatory though I capture the long parted souls, I'm the one who's responsible for resurrection or taking your precious life, I'm the end and also the beginning of you'll. I capture the raptures of this and spread wisdom to the skeptics, I feed your brains with food for thoughts you call poetry, I mastered the four elements freedom, peace, perseverance and love, I hope you could oneday incarnate yourself's with those elements so you could live inhabitable once again, Don't allow me to regret I ever allowed the creator to let you'll exist...
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Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 7:14 AM UTC
Not Titled
You could hear it- The ground rumbling, the writhing branches trying to hold on to their scurrying leaves. You could see it- The yellows and oranges relenting to the indigo and gray, the birds retreating to their comfort. You could feel it- the rumbling of the Earth, the wind entering through the cracked window from the runaway branch. The Blackwind began spinning through the sky- twisting and turning, emulating a vacuum cleaner. Night lived within the revolving snare leaving a void in its wake. Washed brand new like an open canvas the once inhabitable surroundings relied on time to create it anew once more.
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Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 11:21 PM UTC
Blackwind
I’m tired of these poems that talk About dissolving in to the bed together About spaceships on the ceiling And dust on your forearms I’m tired of these poems- And tired of the crushing weight- These poems that talk about love As if it’s something we can taste Or touch or smell or melt or dissolve Or fly or crash or destroy ourselves into I’m tired of these metaphors The double entendres The verses The prose The ulterior motive to sleep With the girl next door Stop talking about love likes it’s tangible Like it’s something you can find In the creases of your sheets Or the pores on your skin Like it’s something you can hear In the tone of his voice Or the pitch of her laugh Stop looking outside Stop telling her she’s an ocean Stop comparing him to a rain storm Stop howling your stanzas on rooftops When they leave you Stop expecting for the wind to be there Love does not exist in the air Or in your heart Love exists when you learn how to- When existing becomes the only thing you love When you stop setting yourself on fire To keep him warm at night When you stop letting her freeze you Just so she can keep you there Enough of your Nerudas Your moons Your suns Your mountains Your stars Your inhabitable forests Your deserts Your fires Your oceans Your seas Your lakes Your rivers Your Niles Your Paris Your talk of good destruction I have seen them throw their voices in to caves Desperately wanting to hear an echo Toss aside your shallow skin and knee deep words So you can no longer hurt and no longer drown
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Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 5:26 PM UTC
Forgive Me Neruda
I’m tired of these poems that talk About dissolving in to the bed together About spaceships on the ceiling And dust on your forearms I’m tired of these poems- And tired of the crushing weight- These poems that talk about love As if it’s something we can taste Or touch or smell or melt or dissolve Or fly or crash or destroy ourselves into I’m tired of these metaphors The double entendres The verses The prose The ulterior motive to sleep With the girl next door Stop talking about love likes it’s tangible Like it’s something you can find In the creases of your sheets Or the pores on your skin Like it’s something you can hear In the tone of his voice Or the pitch of her laugh Stop looking outside Stop telling her she’s an ocean Stop comparing him to a rain storm Stop howling your stanzas on rooftops When they leave you Stop expecting for the wind to be there Love does not exist in the air Or in your heart Love exists when you learn how to- When existing becomes the only thing you love When you stop setting yourself on fire To keep him warm at night When you stop letting her freeze you Just so she can keep you there Enough of your Nerudas Your moons Your suns Your mountains Your stars Your inhabitable forests Your deserts Your fires Your oceans Your seas Your lakes Your rivers Your Niles Your Paris Your talk of good destruction I have seen them throw their voices in to caves Desperately wanting to hear an echo Toss aside your shallow skin and knee deep words So you can no longer hurt and no longer drown
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i guess we’ve picked up on each others bad habits dysfunctional sadness that drives us to madness blissful chaos —who could blame us happy is a thing we no longer know how to be only wounds and scars for each other to treat when at our best we’re an organized mess neither brave enough to leave this inhabitable nest and though leaving each other might be the right thing to do it gives us nothing familiar to fall back to and to that i say           —lets plan leave some other day
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Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 7:44 PM UTC
happy is a thing we no longer know how to be (Day 13)
Ocean: When you are legendary Utopia of lost Atlantis Sunken city asleep Under pillars of larimars Plato’s wisdom once bestowed Untold magic and sacred stones A surge of madness, whips of rain Battling down the hull of a boat From beneath the profound chaos The Kraken, furious, emerges The ship is wrecked, turned into dust! Ocean: When you are awe-ful A breeze flows, ***** sea gloats! What a beautiful mess- debris floats With a quest for vengeance Opposing swells are relentless Casting spells on the defenseless The ocean is endless, it's stupendous Guarded by deep clouds - tremendous Dreams drown staring at these clouds Feels proud, someone from the deep down A half-asleep Kraken screams loud Ocean: When you are ritualistic Fresh and salty energetic waves Diving the dreamer into a megalopolis Of scaled goddesses performing a ballet Invited to a very cruel and festive banquet Colorful, an aquatic aurora borealis of blood In which the mythical mermaid sings Skimming her ******* a pendant of aquamarine She is Pacific, lustrous and libertine Her voice enchanting the remotest sea-temple On the surface, the waters suddenly turned red Ocean: When you are watery hell On the horizon, the wide blue yonder scribbled A storm surge, the dreamer lost urge Hope purged and dwindled, waves got stained Silently an atrocious maelstrom wiggled There the sea-temple stood naked and belittled Resonating to the sound of an unheard curse From the inside of the mermaid's purse An enigma, a blank verse - unfathomable Making the deep not amicable yet diverse The ocean is inhabitable still, unnavigable Written between December 17, 2019 and January 17, 2020 Cc Jordan Rains and cc Appoline Romanens
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Jan 23, 2020
Jan 23, 2020 at 5:57 AM UTC
Ocean, when you are... collab with Jordan Rains
Ocean: When you are legendary Utopia of lost Atlantis Sunken city asleep Under pillars of larimars Plato’s wisdom once bestowed Untold magic and sacred stones A surge of madness, whips of rain Battling down the hull of a boat From beneath the profound chaos The Kraken, furious, emerges The ship is wrecked, turned into dust! Ocean: When you are awe-ful A breeze flows, ***** sea gloats! What a beautiful mess- debris floats With a quest for vengeance Opposing swells are relentless Casting spells on the defenseless The ocean is endless, it's stupendous Guarded by deep clouds - tremendous Dreams drown staring at these clouds Feels proud, someone from the deep down A half-asleep Kraken screams loud Ocean: When you are ritualistic Fresh and salty energetic waves Diving the dreamer into a megalopolis Of scaled goddesses performing a ballet Invited to a very cruel and festive banquet Colorful, an aquatic aurora borealis of blood In which the mythical mermaid sings Skimming her ******* a pendant of aquamarine She is Pacific, lustrous and libertine Her voice enchanting the remotest sea-temple On the surface, the waters suddenly turned red Ocean: When you are watery hell On the horizon, the wide blue yonder scribbled A storm surge, the dreamer lost urge Hope purged and dwindled, waves got stained Silently an atrocious maelstrom wiggled There the sea-temple stood naked and belittled Resonating to the sound of an unheard curse From the inside of the mermaid's purse An enigma, a blank verse - unfathomable Making the deep not amicable yet diverse The ocean is inhabitable still, unnavigable Written between December 17, 2019 and January 17, 2020 Cc Jordan Rains and cc Appoline Romanens
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what would you do if you knew my next poems wouldn't be about you? I doubt that you've written another word about me because you disposed of the lust that was our poetry. if you want to be reminded of me only on your wrist not by my words and not by my kiss I don't think there's anything left for me to say. why should I waste my gift on an unappreciative boy who doesn't value my today? you were late each and every time but this is unforgivable I would try for you for an eternity but you want to be inhabitable. (I can't imagine being as comfortable with anyone else but I have to give it a try if you're never coming to my house)
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Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 3:31 AM UTC
homeless heart
i could see for miles, miles, miles space, the vast boundless dimensions the abyss or god’s playground said those inhabitable planets existence are god’s creations for a certain reason and not even yourself know what that means
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Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 7:50 AM UTC
Untitled
Wind whirling, Songs to be sung, By the birds, Hush in an instant! The hail pours from the heavens above. As the rain floods, The once inhabitable streets below... No one is safe! Mothers hide their babies, In a futile fight for life. No one is safe! Husbands try to rescue their families, As they are crushed, In the rubble that was once a home. No one is safe!
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Oct 4, 2012
Oct 4, 2012 at 10:48 AM UTC
No One is Safe