"intension" poems
It has never been my intension
nor was it ever a bone of contention
to alter or disrupt the social convention
but now is the time to pay close attention
to the decline of the human condition
Responsibility rescinded creating moral decomposition
accountability abandoned causing legal repercussion
right and wrong are muddled in a malicious juxtaposition
public opposition has festered into social imperfection
the omission of tradition by politician’s redefinition
HEED THIS ADMONITION OR ARDENT APPREHENSION
SAGACIOUS SUSPICION AND PERSISTANT PREVENTION
Of the decommission of the Physician, Pediatrician
the Technician, and the Mathematician
and give this acquisition to those with no ambition
even those under suspicion of sedition
or held in detention without fear of restitution
This is the deception of the devolution
of the middle classification
and the total destruction
of American personification
praise the Lord and pass the ammunition
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 11:42 AM UTC
The orientation was that:
The man’s intension was to stop
The invasion of his mind’s
Population – the complications.
The confusion was that:
He was a prisoner in a prison
Shaped like a prism for
No reason – a mind’s concussion.
The conclusion was that:
He saw no reason or inspiration
Towards his mind’s destruction
But a motivation towards
Self-destruction – his solution.
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 9:01 AM UTC
I might not be the same girl like all those girls you've dated before. I don't dress like others. I have no common taste. I talk thoughtfully. I choose words wisely.
You might not be the first one I have adored. Yet all this time I've been relying on plain amazement of loving without being loved in return. No one has intension to love me.
I am so melancholic. I spent my teenage phase being suicidal. My 16 to 19 times I spent beint attempted to die. I am not afraid of bloods that burst out from my wrist. I don't mind spending days just for crying.
I used to be the outspoken one. But life has its ups and downs and eventually it changed me a lot. I guess I was born to suffer not to survive. That's why I became depressed all the time.
Dear, you know I care or not at all. You've tried nothing, I am just falling. And the more I fall, the more I'm afraid of getting the unbearable pain I can't fathom.
I'm not ready to be drowned once more, crying all my tears away, shouting and yelling to the silence, pulling down my sadness to the utmost.
Dear, I'm just not ready for this. I get myself wrong. Shall I tune a farewell and say good bye all along?
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 8:28 AM UTC
our legs have been decapitated
as soon as we saw each other on the halls
we fret, we tense up, we ignore
without meaning to, without intension.
this wall that had been built
was unplanned, was not meant to
it was built by awkwardness
and shyness that stood
as the hindrance
we never asked for.
shouldn't it be conquered
by the favor of talking?
by the mutualness of our beings?
by the expectations of our souls?
but we are cripples
legs leaving us as we meet
crippled by the longing
of the shared familiarity,
of the proximity we had.
we are cripples,
disabled by the things around us,
by the things we worry about
not moving, fixated on the ground
but wholebeingly hoping, entirely wishing.
Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 4:10 AM UTC
You know that feeling
Like you're not really there?
I was just looking at you intently,
But in reality you aren’t everywhere
Your just a fictional character,
I was just writing a letter
Like in your story I was just an interruption.
Making your life above into imagination,
Going beyond reality and aback fiction,
It is really hard to accept the explanation,
That you really caught my attention,
And living in the world without definition.
I enjoyed the compassion in your expression,
I can see in your eyes the love through confession,
Kisses we’re so deep I can’t accept the intension,
I’m going to our link in such devotion,
In being loyal and obsessed in our condition.
You know your like stars, I can’t reach.
Like everything in my world I was bewtiched.
Everything was so fantasize,
Everything was really emphasize,
Seems real but not,
But what can I do?
Begging to an imagined character to come true?
Everything was so perfect, Everything want’s to pursue.
But everything wasn’t real enough to believe.
I realize that’s the only relieve, I can retrieve.
I want to accept the fact that this is just a silent soul.
But I can’t sad to say, I can accept this as a whole.
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 2:57 AM UTC
I wanted, but then
she was more insistent,
I showed her the pin,
with it's globular head
and pointed tip-
evidently keen in intension.
She was bitten by the bug,
***** me hard with your pin"
she said,
i got it,..the blood..
nobody was around that lakeside,
at that time.
I saw three drops of blood
on white satin.
I didn't stop,
her eyes were butterflies
flitting around white satin,
and the blood-letting pin.
Jan 11, 2012
Jan 11, 2012 at 7:50 AM UTC
*I only endure the pain of missing you
and knowing I can't hug you because
I can't eat these miles twixt you and I
neither can I drink the vast Ocean dry
I bear the ache of yearning to hug you in vain
because the feeling is mutual, you feel my pain
it hurts like a boil but there's not much I can do
I guess it's the price I have to pay for loving you
and unlike the rest we no longer doubt our intension
so I ignore millions often gazing with clear admiration
blooming in their eyes, cause you'll always be my inspiration
and I'm determined to bear, no matter the duration
for you walked in when none was brave enough to dare
you broke down the walls I had built, with honest love and care*
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 4:20 PM UTC
TRUMPS NUCLEAR FALLOUT HE
WANTS TO BE TOP OF THE PACK
TO HAVE THE MOST MISSILES
JUST IN CASE OF ATTACK
USA CHINA AND RUSSIA
NORTH KOREA AS WELL
WHY NOT HAVE THOUSANDS OF MISSILES
TOO BLOW US ALL TO HELL
LETS HOPE THE BUILD UP WONT
CAUSE TO MUCH TENSION
SOMETHING THAT I HAVE TO SAY
PEACE SHOULD BE THE INTENSION
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 11:10 PM UTC
Why is it when you are lonely
Women are not attracted to you
Why is it when your seeing a girl
Other women want to see you
I ask this question to girls I was seeing, not dating
They all said the same thing, that's not true
As I ponder on these thoughts
And discussed with my close friends
I had come up with a plan
The plan we discussed, of course my friends each had a girlfriend
and they could not participate, a perfect plan it was.
*How many girls could I string along with all of them knowing
about each other with no lying about my intension for a month
The winner pays for a party at the end of the month*
Ray said 2, *he was ***** whipped and controlled*
David said 4, he said i'll give you the benefit of doubt
Me 7, one a day for the week, I had confidence
One rule they all had to be hot
I did win made it for a month and they all knew about each other
The funny part it made them try even harder to get me
We did happen was, i did have the party, a huge party
Invited all seven,
first a cat fight then they turned their claws on me
One cat stayed
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 9:33 AM UTC
While sitting on the beach
that's within my own head
enjoying
a bacardi and coke
and just chill axing
it was brought to my attention
that to readers of some of my poems
it might give the reader
a headache or maybe worse
of course this is not my intension at all
so please note for the future readers
you read by your own choice
and any brains that might explode
was not the intension of the author
however if they do
please do not hesitate to let me know
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 2:16 PM UTC
I will only let you touch me if your hands are so full of intension that every brush of your palms feels like your writing a novel on my skin.
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 12:03 AM UTC
The Ecuadorians sit languishingly in the stairwell,
Staring at their cell phones,
The bizarre circus of humanity is about to begin,
As I wade through the perpetual crowd,
To dive in the back,
To my unknown fate,
There are characters,
Waned and waxed figures,
They caress trinkets,
They ****** their egos,
They stretch their forlorned backs,
They stroke their everlasting devices,
They return day after day,
There I am,
Making due with the,
Space,
I’ll stand and see,
If being personable,
Really makes a difference.
If it doesn’t,
I shall be a hermit,
Permit,
I will delude to the hills,
To a town far away,
To the ocean,
To the many faces,
Torn from pages,
Of someone else’s yearbooks,
To the anonymity of pure intension,
I’ll curl on my back every night,
Waiting for the end,
Content in the bleakness,
For what’s the point anymore,
The rugs have been pulled,
Time and blood spilt,
Salvation waits in the word,
The solitary significance that,
Arises from the perfect form,
The daring unrest of the thought,
The silly unkempt ruling,
The turbulence of being,
Ripples across ages,
Hoping to hold dear,
The image so clear,
No matter foolish sages,
This was all just the ends to a mean.
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 6:01 PM UTC
I found a tiny piece of paper
With something scribbled on it
It reads,
"You are not worthless
Work hard and shut everyone's
**** mouth with it"
I smiled and remembered
I wrote it when I was scolded
By my mother in front of my whole class
When I got really bad marks in my Maths test(Ps:still a nightmare).
She screamed and said
"You can't do anything"
Also she said she is ashamed to even come to attend my PTM.
I was so humiliated at that time I cried like a 3 year old. Also everyone got their share of gossip.
I WAS THE JOKE NOW.
Now everytime anyone saw me studing , enacted like my mother in front of me. Or even worse....they would say "Dude padh le varna aunty na....she is very strict na..''
At that time I had no choice to study and keep myself motivated (thus I wrote this paper).
Final exams results came
I got highest marks in my class and have done extremely good in my maths test.
I was so happy and contented.
Every joke on me had an answer now.
Now what is the need to share this incident.?
Actually there is....I just want to question each parent why they attach their status in the society with the marks of their children ???
See I will not say what my mom did was wrong because her intension was in the right place.. infact her words ignited the fuel inside me. (She knows how to use the reverse psychology)
Also marks can be improved by either ways but why we adopt the strict one all the time???
JUST TAKE A MOMENT AND THINK ABOUT IT.
(Cuz your whole life must have faced this scenario once in your life).
Also share your opinions on this story.
Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 12:38 PM UTC
With sterile thank you's we say our goodbyes and set fire to our feet as we walk. Illuminating the opposite directions we now travel.
A hollow end to a race that never truly started because neither of us really know how to run. Though I would definitely like to pretend that I can, boasting of my previous wins and marathons, urging you to the start line as I stand next to you unable to move myself.
I am a masked hollow giving advice that I want to hear, obsessed with finish lines with no plan put into the journey, no realistic way to go. Moving not an inch while I stand still at the start.
I am ambitious beyond myself, I'll peddle fanciful tales of my dreams and the life we could lead, shadow checks that I have no intent of paying out.
My feet are on fire now but through no will of my own. I run in the opposite way using someone else's flames to push motivation into my legs. It will maybe get me halfway, if I'm lucky, before I stand around waiting for another tourist who will be easily manipulated into believing my fantasies and selfish promises.
I am a salesman masquerading as a running partner, with no intension of making it through the race.
You were right to say goodbye, never fooled by my disguise. You escaped before my faulty products and cheap knock offs poisoned your soul.
I hope your fire caries you to the finish line you run towards, leave the merchant's at the start before you go.
Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 8:24 PM UTC
Words draw a fantasy word
It can make blood look like a drink you would savour and enjoy
It turns a flower into a source of love and light.
It can make a knife cut through your heart without making you bleed.
Words can hurt without touching you and can lift you up in a breeze
If only we knew what words to say we can control the world with no effort to display.
Words led worriors into battle words made hero's and champions.
May words draw my life into fulfilment and make death look like an enjoyment
Hold the brush and start drawing each word with all focous and intension and make the word feel you inner thoughts and feeling.
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 9:02 AM UTC
I'm like a wall
A stern girl who sees nothing but the light
Try to break through me, tear down my flesh, aggravate my soul
But I will still be standing
Strong as ever
Reaching the sky with both hands held high
And my smile as big as ever
For I have known I have succeeded life's test
And the intension of growing like a flower
blooming in the mid spring air
To dare anyone who challenges my existence
And the reaction of my fate
For I am the commander of myself
And lead the direction I will go
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 6:08 PM UTC
Perhaps I have gain a small piece of enlightenment in the past couple of weeks. Doesn’t really matter anyway because I feel I have. So what did I find at the end of my 2 month soul search …..Simple
“Emotions are not meant to be suppressed they are still there …eventually they will come to the surface as anger …by neglect. So experience life, don’t hide from your emotion. Learn to control the only thing U can truly control … react well to your own emotions. Deal with emotions before they transform into something ugly like anger.”
Control of anything or someone else is just an arrogant illusion. We are all here to interact and if lucky we might have the opportunity to be a positive influence on someone or something. Control if you must …look to your past …even with good intension did you ever really help another?
Straight from a jouney of madness ...John
Jan 1, 2013
Jan 1, 2013 at 6:07 PM UTC
To many thoughts invested with the reflection of It all in sight where I know my affirmation won't reunite.. Tell myself marty what the hell is wrong with this picture... But with the liquor was the last glimpse of her, an now your a ghost in her reflection. .. Due to such immature aggression instead of your true intension.. Now that hands of another will soon behold your entire world while your here to wonder if being strong the only option is exactly worth the time.. Pretending its all fine.. Seeing your whole purpose behind your existence is missing due to your pathetic excuses.. An mistakes.. Now everything you love forsakes you. The painful truth In whole. . so everyone is else take this advice.. Take her or him to greatest heights. . cause it worth the fight dont do what I did.. Cause there are only so many chances until its all gone. An i buried myself alive until I die.
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 8:44 AM UTC
its so appreciative that you're outstanding
That your looks corn the mamaids
No eye bypasses without intension
Everyone tall and wide.
Some jubileet for having market
just like grapes planted by the roadside
in the struggle of each person
to have some
your life stretches in misery
over who to please.
in the end she regrets to having
been cursed with beauty
when humans slotter one another
to have a share of the ripe grapes
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 12:49 PM UTC
I lost interest in words
I lost it suddenly when
A thousand syllables
You accidentally spilled
Felt like a midnight forest
Loud and confusing
A little dangerous
And much unintended
Yet the intension spoke
Loud and clear
When the words
Selected to be spoken
Bid a bitter farewell
Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 9:14 PM UTC
Weighed is my head,
Obesed with worries,
Of her reaction,
To my humble plea.
My bones tremble,
Gravely brainstorming hard,
Of moves to stage,
To sink any denial.
Sealing is her beauty,
Mutes every programmed word,
To cature her fancy heart,
Leaving my pages bare.
Her questioning perfection,
Test my every creativity,
And tactful measures,
Geared towards my quest.
Yet i sit grey,
Like an empty can,
Haunted by clanging sounds,
Of my fruitless thoughts
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 8:01 PM UTC
I expand my view
outward
through pinhole
Creature extends
and carries intension
Carrion makes contact
and speaks a creative
Opportunity
and Mut gives aid to another
Feind conducts its business and makes its bed
adults it's day and doings
toward the better
The Beast minds the gap
It notes its own breathing
Human operates into ease
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 10:50 PM UTC
Mama loves me,
she told me don’t you worry son/sun, there’s enough space inside the solar system.
You’re claustrophobic ?
The key to the power is knowledge and honesty you better listen,
am I the lock smith ?
In fact, I’m the mother of your nature.
The incubator of your being.
All the lessons that I’ve taught you,
sometimes I feel like your employer for all the attention that I’ve paid you.
Are you hungry?
I might just extract my lioness,
what’s the intension?
Just to feed males,
am I a female ?
Analyze natures anatomy to conjure up those details.
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 3:45 PM UTC