"intensively" poems
Utopia
I use to always stare at the sky, mostly at night. That's when you can see all of the stars. I'd go up in the roof and I'd bring a blanket along with a pillow. I'd just lay up there gazing, dreaming and above all wishing maybe I could be a star. As if I could fly to the universe; a child's dream that I still hold deep within my heart. What I lack is courage, braveness. My dream is not to bestow negativity upon the world, but to release boundless freedom. The story 'Utopia' is about a magical dimension that only exist in an area of dis-pear. An area where blackness feeds on itself; creating a hole so massive and so magnetic, not even light can escape its eternal fate. It is said that the only way into Utopia is through the galactic lane. It shall open to you in your deepest time of need. But don't be scared; after all it's only a myth. A myth that I myself have been intensively trying to accumulate. What's fact and what's real is only an illusion through the eyes of disbelief. A timeless puzzle that has no end. A scattered dream that's like a far off memory. A far off memory that's like a scattered dream. I want to align the pieces up; Yours and mine.
Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 2:05 AM UTC
Eager emotions depart from their destination
For they have travelled all resisting
From heart to the eyes with caution
Then, tuple! Comes the first sound faintly
Tear shreds all around my eyes
And make me more alive
For, a teddy smiles with no lives
Tuple! Comes the sound from tear-hive
Tears come down kissing my red cheeks
Making me realize I care
Worries for me and mine leak
When tuple! Come the sound from eye glare
Tears cling to the cliffs of my face
Thought clings,” I feel more intensively
And express more intensively in every case
For tuple! Comes the sound intensively.
Last tear finally falls on the ground
Teaching emotions to have fluidity
If you stop—you drown
Then, tuple! Comes the last sound with serenity.
Apr 4, 2022
Apr 4, 2022 at 5:21 AM UTC
*Among the giant pale mountains of the north,
Lies a small shelter not too far of heavens core,
As a glittering star upon the valleys that worth,
The iciness of the wandering wind sailing north,
Thriving the ghastly stillness with a stern roar,
There, under an old decaying oak tree,
He often dreamt wondering lost and sore,
Pleading and entreating murk ravens that bore,
This silent cry of his urges that implore;
**"God, mighty God, to thou and only thee,
I beg thy mercy, I beg thou to let me see,
Her Seraphim countenance that I adore,
Which I have seen once and nevermore,
As she came like a leaf during a windy fall,
Leaping and dancing with bare nimble feet,
As tender as a spring wave she yielded a call,
To my vacant heart to love a love so sweet,
Conquering my psyche with a mere smile,
So gentle, as a warm Dutch summer heat,
Her peculiar eyes mischievously took my all,
Making my heart intensively vivaciously beat,
Lord! Bring us together once and for all,
As the first seed of love and life, Adam and Eve."**
While the mountains murmured the echo of this call,
His days became dull of melancholy and grief,
Like a saint praying for a sinful deed,
A sinful love of wicked desires and deceit.*
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Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 3:11 PM UTC
Being with you has to be one of the most heart wrecking thing I've ever experienced.
Surrounding myself with you and communicating with you is a constant reminder of how much I'm falling for you while you're intensively falling for him.
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 8:42 AM UTC
Just sitting.
Just writing.
Saturday translating.
Comfortly feeling.
Relaxing this evening.
A feeling so captivating.
My mind is liberating.
Thoughts full imagination.
They are the reflection
of seduction.
When memories
feels so alive and
intensively.
Like dreaming in space
so heavenly.
The beauty of words
reveal our vulnerability.
Escape to infinity.
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 1:54 PM UTC
So many times
Trying to turn reasons
Into rhymes
Newest muse
Desperate attempt
Only to fall short
As soon as attention
Noticed
Wide eyed girl
Obsessed may I
Lacking depth
As soon as
Emotions copied
Or furthermore
Replaced
Gravity
With weights and stools
Climbing higher
Reaching further
Grasping air
While the painted red smile
Walked further north
And the Abled girl
With wide frames; golden bay
Lingered patterned
Against broken scooters and watched
While I made a fool over feet
In autumn leaves and new beginnings
You held my arm
While minds wander
Of heavenly thought
Of what it would be like
To hold your hand
And not mess it up
With my idiotic tongue
And presumptuous lip
Always rushing
Like one constant race
When the rules
Clearly states
Walk not run
Try to slow my tracking feet
From making another big leap
Intensively driven
Pretty glass eyes girl
Did you want me to admit my defeat?
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 5:30 PM UTC
He said to type into Google "why does school make me"
Search results -
Why does school make me...
Sad
Tired
Depressed
Cry
Wanna die
Educating the mind without the heart is no education at all. Aristotle
The function of education is to teach one to think intensively and to think critically. Intelligence plus character - that is the goal of true education. Martin Luther King, Jr.
Education is the most powerful weapon which you can use to change the world. Nelson Mandela
Bright new buildings,
Inspirational quotes,
Like Aspire and achieve
and dream and believe!
Opportunity knocks? Opportunities missed. Opportunities lost.
This new building, less like a blank canvas,
More like a sterile factory.
Sad, depressed, cry, wanna die
Here's your target, here's your grade
Here's the progress that you've made.
Here's your number, here's your label,
Here's the proof of what you're able.
Step it up, you must try harder!
Learn to be better from your face partner!
Sad, depressed, cry, wanna die
Here's a pen, this ones blue,
For all the work you've got to do.
Here's a pen this ones green,
For all your errors are obscene.
Here's a purple, this one's progress,
For all the errors you've got to address.
Here's a pen, this ones a sword.
Stab your neighbour when you're bored.
Sad, depressed, cry, wanna die
"I wanna be a poet"
But you can't back a laureate.
"Art keeps me on the right path"
But your pathway leads to double math.
"I need music to understand my existence"
You need a Humanity in your condition.
Aspire to what we want.
Achieve what we allow.
Dream of a future where everyone's the same,
And always believe in what we say.
Sad, depressed, cry, wanna die
Here's some music to calm you down.
Now get up and move around.
Give your partner a big high five,
Lets show ofsted how you thrive.
Catch the ball and answer this,
Miss the ball, then take the ****
"What a loser, you can't catch."
Next time, you catch it.
"Here's the question..."
Loser didn't learn the lesson.
"Next time learn it, do it better,
You're an A grade, that's your letter"
No more letters now a number.
"I'm a person not a number!"
"That's your third strike." Going under
Sad, depressed, cry, wanna die
Now you're out and down the PRU.
"You didn't do what we told you to,
Now we'll give you extra Art,
Let's go out and race Go Karts"
Not because "Every Child Matters"
"Now your progress doesn't matter."
Sad, depressed, cry, wanna die
False. Fake. Fraud.
Green for growth but no room to grow.
Thinking time but no time to think.
Forced reflection but no space to be.
Safeguarding but never free.
Every child matters?
Every child... except you
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 4:25 AM UTC
I've been listening to a lot of new music lately
I just let the online radio go while I search for jobs
much more intensively than I had in the past
I used to think I was such hot **** with my MA
An MA degree, a ***** f’ing MA!
But now I know it’s all a crock *** of bull testicles
My generation was so brainwashed into thinking we could be whatever we wanted
The thought of me not accomplishing what I ought to
used to make me lay in bed and slump
but now I’m searching for any better thing so wholeheartedly
I realized a truth in this economy:
if you don’t know anybody
you’re best luck comes from quantity
something will hit
and if it doesn't
I've been listening to a lot of new music lately
Playing much less of my own music
as in hardly enough time to put a guitar or mando in my hand to jam
I’m on these job boards if I’m not sleeping, out with friends,
or working a **** job to be out with friends
Some say be happy you got a job at all
and if you really wanted something different
you wouldn't go out at all
you’d just sit at home looking for a job
That thought terrifies me cause
for those who don’t ever sacrifice their search for potential work
for the intermediary wants in life
they get sick quicker than expected and die
At least they always listened to new music lately
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 2:01 PM UTC
*It was a spring warm atmosphere,
On that green grass she lay so near,
Her silken skin, her freckles ow dear!
Her eyes deeply charmed my heart,
Cursing my soul and intensively dart,
A magic kiss straight to the heart,
A whispered bane of her kissable lips,
A wicked glance and a charming glimpse,
Pierce my sanity that never could I part,
Her Seraphim countenance from the start.*
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May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 4:12 PM UTC
You are whispering to me that you love me like:
- sinking into sleep
- mornings
- hot chocolate on a minus ten degrees
- the first touch
- the immersion of bare feet in warm summer sand
- the dance of fireflies in June
- a breather between two *******
- a sincere smile between two denuded people
I write you a note on a slip of paper, as if I was a kid.
That I love you
Like a quilt on a minus fifteen degrees.
Like a inspiration.
Like a inception of the will.
Like a"Jaffa" biscuits and restful sleep.
Like a flowering cherry tree and glowing nut from a wild chestnut tree.
Like a sudden wonder.
You're asking me whether you are my sudden wonder.
Little, ragged wonder.
Yes, you are, I answer.
You love being my little ragged wonder.
You are asking:
For my nape and chin.
Top of my head and lips.
Embrace of a careful lumberjack.
You want chin-caress.
For five minutes.
Intensively!
Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 7:38 AM UTC
So delicious.
So sweet.
So lovely we
could meet.
I like you.
And crave you.
In my mind
I still taste you.
Remember the
smell of your skin.
Your touch so
intensively.
A memory still
inside of me.
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 3:03 PM UTC
The machine's coldness seethed my hair
as the world sat on my shoulder
that made it surrender
like curtains on a steaming afternoon
sighing questions
and endless uncertainty.
I punched the buttom
wrecked number 3
that bled Espresso
which in this another night
of your absence
would keep me awake
as I intensively unstitch the truth
about your pathetically sewn inventions
and attack the facts
about the abnormality of your society
and irrationality of your culture.
I swear I ******* hate you.
And someday you will die,
*******
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 5:51 PM UTC
i cannot rest towards sleep,
not insomnia nature,
but this mind's consistency
to intensively be critical
of cared units to measure.
continuing as each
tactile, contractile, dactyl pressing
against this chest contesting
examination against my inclination
to worry a hurried
yet impede succession
to assess these abscesses
within
weaving teaming thoughts
defensive to the x and o drawn
so that i may anticipate
tomorrow's entailed
beauty
wait, a change in tone
a drop in breath
rest, retired, and displaced
movement of consciousness
no longer anxious
gravity has provided
a pillowed valley
to allow this face
to rest this monocle
towards the dimly lit
neon green
pass the hour 4
am I divulging
my emotions
to conceived
mirror
dramatic animated images
alas spirits
lifted
time
remains
cycling
pedaling
from
unneeded
wakes
of waves
so
I may
dream
Feb 2, 2010
Feb 2, 2010 at 11:29 PM UTC
This whole connection
Turned out to be a misfortune
A misfortune that I saw in my dreams
My dreams are
The only true inspiration
Drifting my life away
Always getting a
Head start on
The end
Patches of lies hover
Overhead; turning, transforming, and ironically
Never meeting the criteria
Focusing intensively
Never seemed
So helpless
To me
Airbrushing the ego
Rapidly before we
Overturn a mirage
Feb 3, 2010
Feb 3, 2010 at 8:42 AM UTC
As she yearns for the glimpse him
The sound of his voice cease to escape her mind
His memory cease to escape her side
The presence of him make lose her mind
The scent on the chest she lays her head on remains unforgettable
Replaceable
The only mind that understood her language of love
That intensively made her love grow founder of
The feeling that will never be understood by another
Feeling unique to her heart
Verbally shared but solely understood
The warmth felt in her heart
The touch her body remembers always
The purity of love only seen by her eyes
The perfection she grasps from the imperfections the world proclaims
Happiness she receives from the thought of his smile
Smile that brightens her face with glow
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 1:27 PM UTC
On went the night in staggering serenity. City blocks counted one, no two, in silent resilience, our cars always float on intensively. Our fingers tap in constant repentance.
Trickling streams, novice actors, and your perfume filled in-
The spaces where you wouldn't allow
Midnight air, weather fair, shadows in our hair, a novelty pin. The streetlights ask, don't you know me by now?
A lunar dance you sung to me, soft as a trapeze swingers talent. You fell asleep in summer's tree, I, I found my levels and balance.
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 11:19 AM UTC
Its beauty unravels as in bursts in the night sky,
multiple colors unleashed and free,
exploding with awe.
Fire in the sky as some call it,
the rays of color and shape amaze,
as always I watch intensively.
I watch as the flowers spark,
as the blooms buzz,
and as the sparklers sizzle.
Amazed at the beauty and happiness
these small simple things bring,
to all who watch.
To be a part of such...
is much more than lighting a fuse,
it brings people closer.
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 8:49 PM UTC
“The function of education is to teach one to think intensively and to think critically. Intelligence plus character - that is the goal of true education.” - Martin Luther King, Jr.
I remember the first day of my class, when my teacher taught degree is part of your bright future!
I wonder how sheet of paper could define my life
How 3 hours of exam tells me who am I?
I wonder why life is all between GPA and Grades
I forget to laugh, Things left unsaid,
Experiences not lived,
Friends not much made.
Incomplete!
Class were between accountancy and theory,
Derivatives to Risk
Is all what I had supposed to believe?
Again I was puzzled,
Difference between a classroom and a plantation of time
Struggle between patient and constellations
Aspiration to Inspiration
Trying to connect the dots
After dots
I was failure
When my teachers taught in the classroom about calculation
Mom she was there saying me son failure are huge success of engine of innovation
Each day that passes
I only see more darkness
Too many feel the need to suppress
Anger, lies and distress
Seasons never change
this cycle comes with age
Here's to a new beginning
Pasts don't matter
Become who you want to be
Leave it all behind
Go live your life
Go find happiness
Be what you truly want to be
But don't forget
Generation with Generation needs us with Education is no equalizer
Raise your voice
Sky is not the limit. It is only the beginning.
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 10:38 PM UTC
When I hear the wind howling an enchanted melody
Like a magnetic force It commands my spirit
Draws me in intensively
There's something rather spiritual
Echoing from its sound
My thoughts they're governed led to think
Of those lost
Never found
As I hear the high pitched wailing
An eerie silence echos low
I feel the the hair stand on my neck
Spine tingling chills run slow
Captivated then entranced stunned rooted to the ground
Theres something Rather haunting
Echoing those lost
"It's in the sound"!
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 6:49 PM UTC
Empty state of mind?
I see everything in black & white.
The sun has already had a great
day & it's already going away.
What have I done all day?
The sun sets & it looks like
paradise to me, but when it's gone,
everything suddenly comes back.
Darkness, my greatest friend.
How are you? Come to see how
I'm doing once again?
Don't you worry, I've missed you
greatly, but there's always a
part of you with me.
Oh dear old friend, let me
tell you about my pain.
Now that I'm older,
I desire to start over.
The child inside can't help
but drown in all the tears
the pain has brought.
Insomnia intensively active
Trying to find my way.
Not I knowing if I'm right or wrong,
Not knowing what going on.
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 2:17 PM UTC
Do you even know I exist.
In dark shimmering night.
Are you able to resist.
Words of love and happiness.
Feeling amazingly intensively.
Your mind in curiosity.
Wants to know more
of how it could be.
Biting your lip softly.
Caressing your soul gently.
What I really want you to see.
Is the beauty inside of you.
A sparkle through marbles.
Let it shine through eternity.
Just some thoughts
of a girl you don't really see.
Only words you read
in her poetry.
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 3:03 PM UTC
Empty state of mind?
I see everything in black & white.
The sun has already had a great
day & it's already going away.
What have I done all day?
The sun sets & it looks like
paradise to me, but when it's gone,
everything suddenly comes back.
Darkness, my greatest friend.
How are you? Come to see how
I'm doing once again?
Don't you worry, I've missed you
greatly, but there's always a
part of you with me.
Oh dear old friend, let me
tell you about my pain.
Now that I'm older,
I desire to start over.
The child inside can't help
but drown in all the tears
the pain has brought.
Insomnia intensively active
Trying to find my way.
Not I knowing if I'm right or wrong,
Not knowing what going on.
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 3:30 PM UTC
Dying to be born/ by me...such longing, unbearable bonding you seek yet none to be had!!! Miserably happy, intensively sad!
A freak to be alive. All motivational gatherer's gather to one drum, where day meets thy sun in snow tatted sty's. Where the wind gets heavy, your souls longing stays abliged...
The weathering of rainbow colors comes politely to what one shall meet, these beings seen as if actors, not your typical doctors and lawyers. These cuddled ways not your atypical streets! Soo/many Starer's, none farer than that blossoming I miss the most! Is it Me or they who have gone over trotted? I guess its all I suppose...
The smallest things to make man appreciate what he had, the child born to his fatherless widow, or unpopulaters from the trended fad!
What a loss we all were when it came to finding our other half's, when light meets the darkness, between thine good and thy bad!!!!
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 5:22 PM UTC
Peering intensively through fog-marked mullioned glass
into a cool and conquering October sunrise
I am met with a profound and welcoming sudden awareness -
zephyrs breathing through each emerald green grass blade,
brow of country hilltops, mountains materializing
with the passing of each era like wrinkles in a face,
clouds crawling the longitudes to reform over Pacific pools somewhere,
soil forcing upward making way for elm or oak or pine to tower,
rivers thundering wild down the backs of continents,
cliff or crag breaking the maelstrom on occasion,
and all the while spinning, all of this and more, clinging to the frame of the earth
as it dances balanced on axis, pirouetting through the cosmos
in turbulent, beautiful, simply complex form just as I
back away from the window and extend an arm to brace myself.
Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 8:41 PM UTC