"insufflate" poems
Insufflate her, let her **** the pain
Let her rearrange your mind
Let her fly inside your veins
letters are just a medium
for what I can't explain
the soft at first, but lasting hurt
of cuddling with flames
It doesn't matter
nothing does but her
let her be your world
let her even be the sciences
behind her tilt and swirl
let her change you
let her help you stay the same
stay the same
let her **** you
let her smile and float away
float away.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 4:10 PM UTC
i
sacchariferous exhale's, I shalt insufflate into her bronchi
An Ode of enchantment, a beacon of escarpment, Filipino oblige;
We shalt junket all the way to France, the way politician's do
Concord, oh amour', at the end of the day Cogitation's, sky blue.
ii
The artist's shalt adumbrate ourn outter appearance's, as ghost's
They shalt brush us onto an primeval canvas, Enlargement ****
Phosphorescent simper she giveth, as I grace her foreign perfume
Thither the acropolis, to mine land of Greece, Corinth, in all tune.
iii
The people their do greeteth her, they layeth out the red carpet
White wall's of these spítia, nacre full of plenty, open market's;
The children here art collaborated in epoch, decorative style's,
As mine queen shalt seeith, they weareth golden leaves, wild......
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane dedication/ pag-ibig magpakailanman.....
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 10:26 PM UTC
think of something bad, a tragedy perhaps
breath in
savour the clusterfuck of air particles that youve insufflate
let them linger in the different threshold of your lung
inhale till you cant feel no more, the brittle feel of your ribcage collapsing & sinking itself into your blooded flesh
tear droplets will be discarded by your eyes soon after
expect a slight pain throughout your whole body
feel free to scream, laugh or even go on a rampage during this process
for those who are well versed in the ancient art of crying, they may experience symptoms such as the urge to puke, disorientation & other health issues
remember practice good breathing rythm in order to avoid suffocation & death
feel free to improvise along the way to ensure maximum enjoyment in this activity
if done right, you'll find that crying is addictive in a theraupetic fashion.
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 3:41 AM UTC
I
Insufflate
My
Hot
Air
Balloon
Brain
With
Gravity.
And I float into the atmosphere.
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 2:52 AM UTC
I am falling,
Yet going nowhere.
Like stagnant water, I attract the mosquitoes of society.
Blood ******* parasites.
Perhaps I have become one of them.
closing my eyes for a few more moments, I briefly acknowledge these thoughts, then slide out of bed.
My stomach turns, and I tip toe to the kitchen, knowing food will only make me sick.
My clumsy hands form my morning dose on the kitchen table.
No hesitation this time, I embrace my old friend.
He sprints through my veins.
Graciously numbing nerves, and blurring lines.
Temporary comfort is better than none, but I am back within a few hours
Staring at another line.
I cannot help but wonder which level of hell I'll be assigned, when I finally insufflate my last line.
I wear the guilt more comfortably than my own skin
I am trapped
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 10:35 PM UTC
Insatiably You inhale my every remark,
Swallowing each phrase as a personal token for Your own validity
The words bathe in benevolence and the
Sorrow of your guts and lungs;
Churning round, changing from light to dark-
Until You
Regurgitate them maliciously, coming up through Your throat, bypassing every past lump once resting there
Soaring past Your teeth, they grab hold of a few incisors while sailing toward me with a clatter
Chewing straight through me
Insufflate adulation, emanate malevolence
Apr 18, 2012
Apr 18, 2012 at 1:19 PM UTC
Flick of fire,
take a hit
of desire;
inhaling mystery,
exhaling fears,
coughing on
personal history,
choking on
invisible
tears;
setting a blaze
sentiments,
puffing out
resentment;
breathe in
the questions,
taking a drag of
my confessions;
High
on
Introspection.
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 2:39 AM UTC
I'll roam
With emancipated souls
I'll marvel the windows of god,
A spark of hope
To the sickened
And doped
I'll run the maze of mobs!!!
I'll weary mine ways
For I am not them
I'm a flower
A budding beast
A being of old trend
I'll taketh that needle
Shoot to high speed
A buzz and a boil
And a terrace of green
The benign hands to hold me
To cosset and mollycoddle
I'll insufflate mine request's and intentions
Invention of augury and forecase hours!!!!
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 5:50 PM UTC