"interchangeably" poems
I want to be your abacus baby,Oh you can count on me.
I wont say that i love you, or i heart you, I less than 3 you.
Your molecules must be moving fast,girl. Cause your really hot.
Are you igneous sedimentary or metamorphic? All i know is baby you rock.
And if god existed I'd thank him for you, but I'm rational and read a lot of Sam Harris.
Your beautiful like the font garamad,but i want to see you sandarac, take your pants off.
I want to be your abacus baby, you can count on me,
And i observe your quirks oscillating, and I'm formulating, a g-string theory..
Like an archeologist,I'm gonna try and compute your age. cause i really want to date you.
You make me feel like a male giraffe. I want to nudge your **** and make you urinate,and mate you.
Scientific fact,thats what they do.
The value of my love for you cannot be expressed exactly. More rational then Pi.
Hey **** is a legitimate word in scrabble, just FYI
I want to be your abacus baby, you can count on me.
You can **** me into your super massive black hole, the center of your galaxy. Im talkin ******
I may not be the strongest or the prettiest, but my knowledge of grammar shines.
I know how to use the words further and farther..correctly. Every fricken time.
Example:farther indicates physical distance
and further a depth or degree
example: the moon is getting farther from the earth
about 4 centimeters annually. Fun factoid,take it home with ya.
You just keep getting further into my heart.
You just keep getting farther into my heart.
I want to be your abacus baby, you can count on me,and if the situation is ambiguous, further and farther can be used interchangeably. Just a fun factoid.
I want to be your abacus baby, you can count on me.
Baby i less than 3 you.
So please take off your pants.
Aug 10, 2013
Aug 10, 2013 at 7:14 PM UTC
I can tell the truth without speaking
I can admit without looking into saddened eyes
I can dream without sleeping
I can convey a tone with my lips closed in disguise
I can let it all spill out knowing I can hit delete
I can think aloud in silence
I can let out a frantic cry and remain completely discreet
I can interchangeably exercise conformity and defiance
I can turn a wish into a goal with strokes on the keyboard
I can tend to my own wounds
I can create my own articulated rewards
Writing poems keeps my thoughts from swirling into typhoons
Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 2:36 AM UTC
My father, he always has so much to say,
you know.
He loves weddings.
My daughter,
yes,
she’s always been so smart,
and we’re so proud of her.
He says it like he knows anything about me.
I nod and smile,
and shrink myself in front of the men.
What is there to do but pretend?
No one needs to know about
the ways that you made me unlovable,
the way I spread my legs,
the way I strike a match.
We don’t talk about it.
It’s cultural values,
or something like that.
Look at the happy couple,
interchangeably
pharmacists, physicists, or physicians.
The groom smiles,
the bride does too,
they’re both so
good.
I sit there
and dream
of it.
A mandap, a
great big white horse.
I would be forcing it,
I knew,
but I wanted them to see me in red.
I wanted to walk
down that aisle alone,
and smile, demurely, smugly –
look what I did.
I got him,
I
wore him down.
I dream like it makes it redeemable,
the things that I’ve done.
How bad is the punishment
if I deviated with best intentions?
We hold onto these tiny ambitions,
the boy
the buffet line
and the bragging rights,
like it undoes the damage.
Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 10:35 PM UTC
He was born this way
In a world filled with light
But none of which he could witness
They simply called him ‘The Blind Man’
As he wasn’t very unique in any other way
Entranced in his wanderings and musings
One could spot him
At the corners of supermarkets
Wandering and loitering, almost interchangeably
Nobody had ever approached him
Even the notion of ‘parents’ was alien to him
As they had apparently thrown him out, at the sight of his unreflecting eyes
Perhaps this gave him a tint of bitterness
Thus, The Blind Man lived
Approaching life with the barest of efforts
Considering by the second why he couldn’t end it
It was in this musing which he found himself that fateful day
Once again enveloped in his blanket of self-pity
But, for the first time, found himself approached by another
She was a petite little thing
Able to count the years she had lived in the palm of her tiny left hand
But her heart was greater than most foretold to be older (and somehow ‘wiser’)
It may have been a comedic sight for an outsider
A blind, helpless wanderer approached by a pure, innocent creature
Yet, such a sight invoked a saga told through generations
He asked her what she desired, as he had never experienced another’s interest in him
She said nothing, only holding up what seemed to be the smallest of morsels
He never found out how he understood her meaning
Only that the smallest of her motion seemed to move the world around him
He wondered, as he accepted the small portion of cheese and bread
Wondered how suddenly the world had become so bright
How the smallest of hands
Could somehow give the most
The Blind Man had lived his life in darkness
Shunted away from society, convinced of its malice
But sometimes, all it takes is the smallest kindness
To change the greatest of convictions
He asked her for her name
And she whispered it out sweetly, before being shunted away by her wide-eyed parents
He mouthed the innocent syllables silently
And then, for the first time in his life
The Blind Man opened his eyes
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 7:55 PM UTC
Angie Jolie has a look that melts into her perfect ******* as she teases me into a new world of seduction. Her eyes are a map and her lips show me where to land my ship of seductions. I want her seductions and eruptions filled full of love consumptions.
Catching my beer just short of the head I drink in life… I miss the spice, the strife, the things that make me cream I want feelings and meanings filled with streaming beings.
Needing something greasy I feel easy and less enthused across a world of misused and abused people that are trained to enjoy the steeple. Dogma, **** it over and **** your dogma. It’s there for you to be a tool.
I miss the hand-kisses and well-wishes. Love’s seduction filled with reduction to the finest elements spent on sweat and tears of fears and folly. I want your lolly and folly filled with me.
******* crazy, it is me.
Me, **** me. The life I chose is interchangeably symbiotic.
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 8:39 PM UTC
Let’s Make it Real
What if the left
got along with the right?
And the right respected the left?
Imagine if the world were our hands,
to cut off one would make
the life of the other one seem almost
unbearable. They’re used interchangeably,
even when we have a predominant
one. I want to envision
a less polarized world,
a world we love and respect one another,
a world that is kind, that is
understanding and tolerant
of differences. What if we lived
in a place where there was peace,
no fighting or protesting
in the streets? What if we were
as our hands? Open to the idea?
We can make it happen.
Let’s make it real.
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 8:10 AM UTC
understand,
(I think you do)
that i need
so thoroughly
dependently
irreconcilably so.
A mind like yours
compliments
and mind like mine
so completely
interchangeably
undeniably so,
that when these
components
combine it
creates
symphony that
can only
crest to
cacophony.
May 11, 2010
May 11, 2010 at 8:51 PM UTC
Interchangeability.
affixed to loss, affixed to
loss of limb, or
worse.
She has the
wildest hair.
So wild it almost makes
her look tame,
by
comparison. and she talks
of magic,
no,
she talks magic.
she speaks in smoke rings
and with the light of god nestled
in her bounteous hair
those smoke rings float up to form
halos
cresting her brow
shining inner light out.
she is lost.
or I am lost.
either or, but not both.
we are interchangeably lost
and it is not that we are less lost together,
simply that we are together,
and that means
no matter
how
l
o
s
t
we become,
we are found.
I
am:
Lost in liberation
in victory
in security
in madness
in
her.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 2:37 AM UTC
Okay, maybe this is a bad idea. My idea of "healthy" is really used interchangeably with "less".
My control is questionable when I'm in a Broken Mood so I don't want to risk it, it is better not to do anything stupid because I am so sick of living like that.
I'm just going to do a FEW things, but not full on. Even with a time limit, the lengths I'm willing to go to when I'm not in my right mind scare even me, so I'm going to be very, very careful.
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 11:42 PM UTC
The achingly luminous sun both sets and rises,
gliding through the endless sapphire sky
trailing behind a stream of misfit colors
surpassing and lighting every cloud passed by.
The darkest of clouds are filled with dead dreams,
holding sorrow is what it seems.
But each droplet of pouring rain
is a single thriving dream
falling down to earth's asphalt lanes
nurturing the plants and feeding every stream.
The sky is but a still gray sea.
All of the glorious colors of the universe,
the liveliness of everything be,
are being ****** into each individual rain drop,
in reverse.
In the dusk of the night,
the sun but glances at the moon.
Interchangeably lighting the earth and its sight,
illuminating the magnificent butterflies
as they burst from each cocoon.
What you call night, is someone else's day.
Somewhere perhaps greater,
where the promised lands lay.
On only the rarest of evenings,
the sun and moon meet.
Everyone stops their grievings,
they align perfectly neat.
The world is at a pause.
All of the colors from the world bleed.
Draining from the life and laws,
reaching every seed.
These moments are svelte
and never last
just like the feeling of love I have felt
which always seems be in my past.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 10:34 PM UTC
One thing you’ll have to work on is identifying the difference between cheap and inexpensive. The two seem like synonyms, but they are definitely not.
There are a lot of people who use these words interchangeably, but that’s only because they don’t understand the difference. When using these words – as pertaining to fashion – you will realize that they are far from synonyms and in fact have very different meanings.
Cheap does not always pertain to the price. When something is “cheap”, this can refer to the poor quality or shoddy material used. Some designer brands are guilty of creating “cheap” products even when charging very high prices.
Something can look “cheap”, too, by being too risqué. Sometimes, it’s the material that makes the item look cheap. If, of example, you buy a clothing item that’s completely made of synthetic materials it can often look cheap.
Inexpensive items, on the other hand, are affordable but well-made items. They are of very high quality, and can even look expensive because of the materials used. While people look at “cheap” items and wonder which flea market they came from, inexpensive items can still wow people.
They may even ask you for advice to see if they can buy the same item for themselves. Your goal is not to fool people into thinking you bought something designer-made or expensive. What you want is to find something relatively affordable but made from good materials and with high-quality craftsmanship.
Occasionally, you might get lucky and find a “bargain”. You should differentiate this term from the first two. A bargain is an expensive item you managed to snag at a remarkably low price. It’s a fortunate find, really. You have to do your research to get your hands on a remarkable bargain, though.
There are a lot of stores to try so you can choose where you might be able to pick up designer products without breaking the bank. Of course, if you do manage to snag a bargain, you might be tempted to tell everyone about the price of your great find. Try not to give in to that urge. If you really have to, then go ahead, but do it subtly. No one likes to hear about prices all the time. It can come off as a bit tacky.
That being said, the important lesson to take away here is that you want to find things that are inexpensive or bargains. You don’t want to buy cheap – ever. If you can, focus on quality all the time. This is how you can stick to inexpensive rather than cheap items.
It can be tempting to fill your wardrobe with disposable clothing, but think of the future. You’ll have to replace these cheap items eventually before too long, which will cost you more in the long run. Keep these things in mind as we further discuss building your wardrobe through investments.Read more at:http://www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-adelaide | www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-perth
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 3:25 AM UTC
Perhaps love should have its own pronoun
With me being so unfamiliar with the feeling it seems that the pronoun would at least be more respectful.
Maybe it needs a more formal title
Like Mr. or Ms.?
So that I can convey my respect for it as an emotion
As well as our unfamiliarity with each other.
Should we agree on the gender as a whole?
Would it be confusing if I used them interchangeably? As in,
"Well I thought I was in Ms. Love once but it wound up only being infatuation."
Or
"I saw that she's in Mr. Love with the guy who is great at that one thing again."
Perhaps Ms. Love isn't for me to know,
It's been so long since we were introduced.
Maybe we'd hit it off next time though?
When Ms. Love and I meet face to face.
And maybe that next time we'd go for a coffee?
And then sensing her willingness perhaps a follow up meeting
Sans interview.
Where we could share stories
And utilize our first names
And then she would tell me of her dreams,
And I would interpret them for her.
Only to have her become super clingy
And ask for a ride home
And then force me to listen to hours upon hours of incessant babbling about everything and nothing at the same time.
And have her repeat the same stale story over and over and over again
Only for her to forget the ending to the only joke that she knows mid punchline.
Then again
Maybe I'll just stick to formalities,
Ms. Love.
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 9:08 PM UTC
Watching the shadows of headlights play off my front walk
From the inside of your car
No one inside, and I'm too scared to be alone
So you stay and wait with me for peace of mind
We recline our seats because we know it will be a while
I let my fingers wander over to the radio
Where I turn on "American Pie"
And we sit there, reclined
For eight and a half minutes, just singing along
And interchangeably talking about life
If someone saw us, reclined together
They would think it was something more than that
But it was just a simple moment in pure bliss
Holding hands, nothing more
"Would you like to go camping with me in a pop up camper?"
"Well how could I? I can't sleep in the same bed as you, dear."
"No, not now. Like in a few years. I want to see the grand canyon. And I would like for you to come with me to see it"
It all sounded so sweet, how could I say no?
I would love to go back there with you
And do all the things I couldn't do the first time around
Maybe we could walk out on to the glass platform together
And lay out and watch the stars
As I point out constellations
One by one
Castor and Pollux
Orion
Sagittarius
The Pleiades
Perhaps one day we will sit in that same spot in your car
Reclined together, holding hands, listening to "American Pie"
Reminiscing on the day we dreamed about everything we could be
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 4:33 PM UTC
When recalling
the phrase: it lacks
substance...I think
of one interchangeably
rotating their pointer
finger and thumb,
clockwise/counterclockwise.
Unable to conjure the
residue of truth made
manifest.
Yet magic touches itself...
whilst making provisions
for disillusionment.
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 1:41 AM UTC
Pieces of clothing spewed the room
The chirping of night insects faded from her ear
As she tensely counted the rhythmic beating of her heart
Silent wishes painted her hungry face
As her eyes roamed every curve and bump of her endowed friend
The skin fragrance and female smell was mind intoxicating
She bit her lower lip on time
And swallowed all she wanted to tell her
Her **** was throbbing as she gathered her courage and blankly muttered "am *****
A moment of silence almost made her faint
Her friend didn't answer but inched closer and brushed her luscious lips on her neck
The two hungry mouths crushed over each other as they competed to **** breath away
The two female bodies molded in to one
As the last shred of sanity
Drowned in lustful caress
Her soft hands explored the chest twins and massaged them interchangeably while ******* her friends tounge deep
She could feel the sensual touch of female fingers roving near her honey *** searching for the gory hole
The touch on her **** made her spread her legs wide open and writhe in pleasure as a finger penetrated her already wet *****
She rubbed and bit the ******* in return
She couldn't hold back back but moan audibly and ask for more
Her friend rubbed her juices all over her plump ***** as her tongue drew a line of saliva from her belly button to her bushy mould
She screamed in ecstasy as the middle finger and lips serviced her birth canal
She pinched and bit her *******
As her body convulsed and she cummed uncontrollably
At last her friend finger and tongue found the *****
And an alien feeling enveloped her whole flame she felt like peeing as her eyelashes twitched successively
Her heartbeat accelerated as she gushed
She looked at her pecked her passionately and heaved a sign as sleep robbed her senses and together they drifted into sleep with pleausure etched in their beautiful faces
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 12:36 AM UTC
I use the words "depressed" and "sad" interchangeably because there's something about the innocence of the word 'sad' that makes people listen
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 11:12 PM UTC
Heavy, the dark clouds descend
Pressing down upon my shoulders.
I fall to my knees as I try to scream,
But my lungs will barely breathe.
Thick ash coats my throat,
The sweetness of death
Dancing across my tongue.
Thoughts like electricity
Shocking all of me,
Interchangeably.
Forehead meets concrete with desperate force;
The pain a mere whisper
Against a raging wall of emotions.
I beg for death to break this hell
My own consciousness the walls of this prison.
On the outside I am calm:
Still, silent, high-functioning.
The gift of my survival,
Now the curse that's killing me.
Aug 21, 2021
Aug 21, 2021 at 11:53 PM UTC
impressionistic, dabs at life's canvas
trying the light and dark,
usually violating the rules,
freely expressing outside the contours,
the boundaries no limit for me,
I am not tooled
or succinct in the palate
of medieval details limiting a
certain number of syllables,
I use adverbs and adjectives interchangeably
try though I may
my write hand wobbles,
and veers of the course ,
and I see
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 7:25 PM UTC
I used to make believe
In the stability of unity
And unified individually
Until the knot came undone
And I hung a hairsbreadth
Above oblivion
We built up Rome in a day
And for a while it was great
But I should have known
Easy come, easy go
You're gilded and I was sold
So we glimmered like fool's gold
Just Like fool's gold
I used to make believe
You and I were lost
interchangeably and there
Was a surety in security
But gold's just rust in training
And all time's wasted waiting
But you're not waiting any more
We built up Rome in a day
And for a while it was great
But I should have known,
Easy come, easy go
You were gilded, I was sold
And we glittered like fool's gold
So it's no surprise I find
That I'm better off alone
Should have known from the start
You cried easy and came hard
You were gilded, I was sold
It was nothing but fool's gold
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 2:41 AM UTC
In some ways,
You were always someone I looked up to.
I may have been older,
But the respect I had
For your innate abilities and skills
Was unmatched.
Unparalleled.
Without equal.
We often
Interchangeably
Took the lead
Its what made our friendship special.
But now you've gone on ahead
To a place where I cannot follow.
Hiding my feelings from those closest
Its just easier than seeing the pain
Rush over their face.
For they didn't know you
So they can remain sheltered
From the eternal agony left within
That almost seems to consume
More and more of me everyday.
As opposed
To cherishing your memory,
I almost feel like I'm tarnishing it.
I could remember all the late nights,
Too short of summers,
Endless laughs,
The good times go on and on
Seemingly unending in the context.
Instead,
I lay awake,
Crying all the time
Missing what used to be.
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 3:28 AM UTC
I. These phrases may be used interchangeably.
In the case of this patient, we expected nothing less. As a marginally dissociative fellow, this comes as no surprise, it happens all the time. Everyone from the white coats to the volunteers and cabbies are in on it, or should I say, they were in on it. They snickered. They laughed. They blew cigarette smoke into his eyes. They ashed in his trashcan. With a patient like this, when they see the finish line, they go for it.
II. Not a single person cares.
Business is business and routines are routines. The world keeps turning. The coffee keeps brewing and sitting lukewarm in large paper cups. All the flowers are dead and so is he.
III. You will not be remembered.
Well, at least not kindly. You see, patients like him were an obligation; more of a liability than a person. One of those. Pretty run of the mill, but this guy was different. He carved his name into his forehead with a letter opener. He wanted an open casket for some ******* reason I guess.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 5:38 PM UTC
dont be disgusting
you say
like i had a choice when i spoke
like that thought wasn't
rotting within us to begin with
it isnt like that at all
im thinning
youve never driven me this far before
not in the dark like this
a sticky
sugary
dark
where cavities are opened
and emptied
and what you say isnt quite true
even when you say it twice
it isnt like that at all
i want to use you and she
interchangeably
so there can be more or less distance
between us
not armrests
or elbows
or six months
but a world
a breath
a ******* butterfly epiphany
it isnt like that at all
and i think even to this day
you are no more grown up than i am
but now youre driving
and youve suddenly decided that
i am the innocent one
it isnt like that at all
how disgusting
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 6:35 PM UTC
Hello
One word with ten thousand meanings
and can be used with ten thousand people
this word has no ownership
this word has no emotion
it's a simple formality
It comes in many forms
“Hey”
“Sup”
“Hi”
we use them interchangeably
because it is built into us
a robotic response
That is…
until someone doesn't say hello
they walk by without a word
or you say hello
and they don't respond
hello, when spoken
has no meaning…
that is…
until it isn't said
at all
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 6:08 PM UTC