With faith, You said,
You could help to
Address the problem
On getting colder
You have to write
Note on sudden death
Who is to blame?
Sins of ancient rites?
The last breath?
Behind the Bars
All shouting at you
All pointing at you
Genre: Clinical Abstract
So beautifully made.
To see the good in your day-to-day,
in the world
to have a good:
Week, month, year.
Contentment and happiness,
Our daily intention.
May we have the courage to be thankful.
It begins as a beige cylinder
Atop a slightly smaller beige cylinder
Upheld by a flat foundation
A beige circle
Equal in size
To one side of the smaller cylinder
Spin spin spin
With gentle fingertips
Until I reach 3/4 of an oval
Attached to the larger cylinder
Instead of closing on itself
It fuses with the wall
Melting into one piece
Speckled with black scrapes
And brown stains
Proof of its use
In ways intended by its creator
And maybe a few that weren't
Working with descriptions. Plan to do more with this later.
Honey catches flies;
So gently coat all you sow
Smile, diamond eyes
Since a long time before I know you
I was trying to picture how
My happiness looks like
Now, without any doubt
I know it, you to be true
The deeply placed eyes of yours
Speaks a common language I understand
I feel comfort with your vibes
The more I think, the more I find you closer
I intent to understand you, even more
With a futuristic goal
You can find a greater space inside my mind
A stimuli, never felt before
There you reside
Embrace a better version of ourselves
A lady with a beautiful soul
Will you allow me to write more?
What you meant to me
You are beautiful
Let me remind you, in case you forget.
Theme: Language of love needs to be simple, Let the naive understand
wants to be my friend, for I am poet-woman nineteen.
she is sweet but sad. super sad.
a good poet who wants to guide me.
but there/theirs is the odor, not faint, of wants wanting,
the pus of corruption behind the curtains,
the Wizard-ess of Oz's
special blackout curtains.
seen how easy, how her illusions,
my medium rare rejections,
morph into her delusions,
and her delusions devolve into
her conspiracy theories.
"SHE will be my mentor, poetess lover, teacher for no charge!"
my parents thinks it's great, she wants (to be) skin in my game.
my parents will find this poem accidentally, exactly,
how I do not want
to be skinned alive.
for I am poet-woman nineteen and still! now, long past
the point of being fooled, the point of no return.
and see no point,
have no intention,
of returning to either valley
no more con the my mind into letting my body
that ain't me babe.
Assigned by angels to be the vessel
of your opal eyes
I don't mind
These days all I want to see
is the radiance you bring forth
a tranquil break in the folds
streaming through me
As I stand in regard
with the threads of yours wrapped around mine
a spatial interlude
long glimpses at your blueprints
in my sights
the daybreak of my existence
the gleaming brilliance of yellow
the daring cosmos of nights’ sky
Those night skies
its expanse I clear with no expense
I only hope for you
for you to notice
the bones of mine that bloom after you
a synthesis so sweet
as I see you
glance back to me as we dance across this field
as I tread light
a nimbus and a kite
the vessel of your opal eyes
a contract laced with gold
dusted with your breath.
(the things I see for you)
Vivid demise guides
Me; can anyone hear me?
Why won't you save me?
What numbs me worthless,
The vast veer of intention,
Why won't it take me?
Into inaudible cries
For mental relief-
I've been working on long poems, with these stories, I kinda just wanted to make something small, but with a bigger meaning. I hope I did that in this one.
All feedback is welcome and appreciated!
Imagine if it was just me and you.
What a dream that would be.
You're nothing like my last.
Call me just to hear my voice.
You don't let your pride get in the way.
Tell me time and time again that you wish I would be yours.
I know you would treat me right.
For me you'd put up a good fight,
but this is a match that you're not ready for.
Consider this the standing count of eight.
I see I'm leaving you hurt,
that's not my intention.
The head fuckery of societies rules.
The indoctrination in our schools
has led to the homeless on our streets while politicians count their seats.
The privileged few, too rich to mention
fail to reveal their true intention.
The NHS setup to break by psychopaths all on the take.
Big business stripped of all its gold,
no pension funds left for the old.
Big pharma, they don't miss a trick,
they're making you & I feel sick.
They push the pills that ring the tills
even though they know it kills.
With the best advice and greatest will
our kids are on **** & fentanyl.
While drinking water turns a son
into a daughter,
it's Atrazine that makes
a King a Queen.
While we're divided black & white,
we'd never stand up to their might
So take your neighbour, hold their hand and together we'll reclaim our land.
Poetry by Kaydee.
Utopia is a planet with no borders & free movement of a free people.
in your intention
pure as snow
in your being
full of glow
for those whom
prance in the dark
what they sow
Wet nose, four paws, and a wagging tail
follow right beside me on an uncharted trail.
We're exploring, but just what for?
National treasure or maybe folklore?
He doesn't know and neither do I.
On a day like this we don't need to ask why.
I stop for a break and he looks right at me.
"C'mon Dev. Let's make it snappy."
I can't disappoint those big brown eyes.
He never complains, frowns, or tells lies.
His only intention is to insure I'm happy.
So I stand back up and give him a patting.
We march on in search of who knows.
Through the highest highs and the lowest lows,
There is always an adventure just around the bend.
He's not only a puppy - he's my hairy best friend.
I get lost in your eyes
With no intention
Of finding my way back...
Would it Fease to make Connections secure,
The Outrageous Magic such Form does cast
Why not the Flu, whose Substance membered, cure
The Fly's own Happiness which would not last
With Furnace Embers burning your Hour's Spent
That Diamond Red of Sparkles unfade
Pride honours you well; Yet deflects on them
Would heal so if you can defer the *****
Intention, dear Victim of Absolute
How could one Comment subtract a Friend's Trust
When one lends a Hand for Innocent's Sake,
And Settle the Gnarbled Basket, we must.
When Integers apply, Truth should be Owned,
On Level Ground seen; But not to the Bone.
Seems much smaller than I had imagined.
It only stretches as far as my eyes could
It reeks of the past, with no hints of the
The present is here, the present is me.
My world tonight...
Sees me nestled,
watching silent but with mind
Unnoticed on this kerb...
Unnamed and unlabelled.
My world tonight...
Is filled with familiar strangers,
ushering their lives along.
I know their faces but not their names.
I'd call this home but I don't belong.
My world tonight...
Is spinning regardless...
It stays on track.
Never waits for me.
Never looks back.
My world tonight...
Has no intention to soothe my thoughts.
It is baring its bite...
It's leaving me far behind...
But I'll catch up at the break of light.
*As I always do...
SEROTONIN FIX FOR YOUR AESTHETICS
WHAT'S PAST IS MOMENTARY,
THE PRESENT IS ETERNITY
ALL IS DUST
PERSPECTIVE RENDERS ALL
THAT ELYSIAN APERTURE DARKENS IN TOTAL RECKONING
LOST IN AN OCTOBER DESCENT
THE SOUL DOES ROAM
EXCEED INTROSPECTION, RECEIVE INTENTION
REAL MEMORY, SURREAL THEME
FOLLOW THY HEATHEN DIRECTIVE (TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH AND) ON TO EXALTATION
THE MATRIX HAS YOU
LET THE SUBTLE WORD SOAR
YOU BROKE ME THOROUGHLY
WAITING ALONE ON THIS SATELLITE
SHATTER THE SKY
JUDGE WITH AS MANY ASPECTS IN MIND
EMPATHY IS DIVINITY
THIEVIUS RICTUS DEVILISH GENTILITY
ADVENTURE WAS NEVER A CRIME
CONTEXT IS ALL THAT EVER IS
KNOW THY DRUG/KNOWLEDGE IS DOPE
AZURE HAZE OF SUMMER VIBRANCY
MESCALITO TORNADO ON DESERT SANDS
how many times did we come here
with the intention
of never leaving the car.
and now i'm here
staring out at the abondoned building
we called our home.
and i wish you were here
just to hold my hand.
Our mortal benefactor's sardonic stare
was placed on a face with unyielding care;
That rictus grin revealing
deadly intention breeding
as his laconic last words whispered into the air;
"They couldn't take the sky from me"
he intoned, voice deep as liquid stone.
If evil could dream he would be that nightmare,
no fear, only conviction and a mirthful air.
Are but tricks••
tear you apart.••
The light of day.••••••
To what I'm about to say.•••
I may be the one••••••••••
Who'd grace your thoughts••••
all day and night.•••••••••••••
But I implore you•••••••••••••••
to look past tomorrow••••••••••••••
Into the future that's out of sight.•••••••
You are ready to carve••••••••••••••••
Ever so recklessly,••••••••••••••••••
In your heart and thoughts•••••••
And in the words•••••••••
of your poetry.••••••••
But know that•••••••
These sweet nothings•
you chose to lay,•••••
Right now are•••••••
With the intention•••••••
I feel the urge•••••••••••••••
To painfully declare.••••••••••
I feel the need••••••••••••••
To tell you what••••••••••
I've longed to bare.••••
That I'm not•••••••••••••
Nor am I taken in.•••••••••••
For your words•••••••••••••
have gone around••••••••••
I know where•••••••••
to my sister!
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What matters most
not what shows on top.
But what's at the bottom
the underlying intention.
I wonder what's your thought
What do you see at the bottom
at the crack of dawn?
Can I guess you said
it's the blossoming red rose!
Unfamiliar face, with your touch that melts so warm.
Foreign bodies with the same intention, wanting more.
Exchanging breaths instead of words,
No expectations to be heard..
Asking nothing but a moment of euphoric selfless bliss
Just thrusts of lustful passion
with pain and pleasure in its midsts
As we continue to succumb this yearning, pure desire..
this stranger doesn't feel so strange,
like a flame amidst the fire.
Some days I see the bad reflection
I'm afraid of what I'm becoming.
For my Wolf girl,
who bites at ashes
and stains her fangs~
My desire is shielded by pale skin and spineless structure
The heaving in my chest is my heart clutching the pits of my empty stomach
as my lungs whisper
Any intention of uttering my fascination is quickly dwindling back into my nail beds
*Please don't go
I'm attached to you
We begin with ourselves, a lofty proposition
Shifting this intention to the loves we have known, those who’ve shown us the way
We pass through gates of uncertainty and benevolence, arriving to meet the ones cast from our heart
Now sharing with all who surround us, and in the end all sentient beings in existence
With a fierce heart, your ever well-wishers
May you know boundless love
May you find relief of your burdens
May you break the chains
No good melody
A definition stained on the upper region of my brain
Actively producing fungi fumes
Nauseated, you are excused
Instant hate when uttering its name
It makes our hands shake, to be displayed in such a way
It has no purpose, only an intention
Killing curiousity, by outlining others self righteously
Mediocre is my creative space for acceptance and I have requested an invitation to everybody
No reasoning just letting go of expectations consuming
Hope to see you soon
He is desperate to settle down.
It's crystal a trick to lure me drown.
I was speaking with my heart all along,
But I was just singing along the song.
A little truth and lies,
A little tries and prise.
Building up a vivid paradise.
He seems patient,
Patient to get obsession.
Observation to his intention.
Kissing with passion,
Groping with no hesitation.
All nature mating season.
Scene like Adam and Eve,
Having fun in Eden with full incentive.
Both are full of deceptive.
Sharing juice of the forbidden fruit.
He drink without dispute,
Dying to see my attribute.
In his baffling blue eyes.
Reflection of a perfect goddess.
From the pools of lies,
Everything look fresh and nice.
I'm Lilith in disguise,
But he is too drunk to realise.
Drunk from his own pride and prejudice.
And there is where the pleasure dies.
It's about a male player that met a woman which is a player too...But he is too arrogant and over confident that this woman will fall for him like others women.
But what's in this woman mind is really clear for herself. She knows what this player wants and she was seeking a little fun at the moment so she just play along with his scenario.
And also it reminds me about a poem that I read before when I was in middle school "Two Pools of Lies".
It is a crazy thing.
It can make you do things,
You had no intention of doing.
It also can mess up your entire life,
Don't try to underestimate the strife
Trust me, I've learned the hard way.
You don't want to ride that train..
The results weren't at all fun.
But I can still see the sun.
I sometimes wonder,
If he still does?
I believe so