"interjecting" poems
forging sagacious epoch
activating neural station
escaping hokey-pokey jiggery-pokery
transcribing ineffective fragments
digesting bear news
opposing usual exhaustion
deferring oxter reference
cascading style sheets
containing double readings
mumbling lorem ipsum
locating moose jaw
enforcing meticulous patterns
deconstructing vertical centering
manifesting additional destinies
deleting !important statement
craving sleep paralysis
receiving cryptozoological vibrations
lightning fast collapse
distracting tunnel vision
culling deadbeat sequentialists
overanalyzing twitter analytics
acquiring arbitrary relevance
spinning ping-pong sign
floccinaucinihilipilificating
floccinaucinihilipilificated
floccinaucinihilipilification
interjecting ****** holophrase
minifying conventional language
securing downpour refuge
admiring octopus chandelier
resuming party music
taking mental trip
encountering ersatz telesthesia
denigrating bygone grudges
maintaining elevated composure
ignoring neurotypical haters
eliciting cryptic emotions
foreshadowing triple crown?
experimenting acrostic restriction
noticing ubiquitous "threes"
aggrandizing loyal legion
favoring ursine narratives
finding oblique resilience
yielding orchestral undulations
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 12:51 PM UTC
My glasses got in the way.
They hit her right on the nose.
That's okay, at this point I wasn't seeing straight anyway.
The clock says it's 2:17. Sure. Whatever you feel like.
I just remember soft. We were both so exhausted at the end of the semester, it was late, everything was gentle.
We were on her bed. Don't judge me, it wasn't my choice. It already happened, so there's no point in interjecting now.
It wasn't very responsible. It wasn't even that great of a kiss. But it was sweet. It was pure and we both believed it at that moment.
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 12:47 AM UTC
You are nothing now,
but if I had the chance to wish one thing of you,
it is this:
(may your past rest in parenthesis)
only an aside in the monologue of life
a soliloquy to the fourth wall of dramatic irony
a bracketed prologue to your story
interjecting an understanding of now and everything from now
in a seemingly never-ending pattern
as present becomes past and enters the parentheses
when your death came and your last words and thoughts slipped behind you
death was the only thing left unsheltered
as your brackets came to a close
but may you rest in every moment and memory you contained in interjection thus far,
(may you rest in parenthesis)
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 7:43 PM UTC
Measure horizon interjecting South Asia
Hammurabi formed Akkadian Nation
Babylonian beast winged lion
upon your cajoled eyes
Mesopotamian feast
a civilization dreaming
under oil fields now known as Iraq
petroleum empowered
How history repeats
in crude circumstances
Assyrian War rages on
Have all temples been replaced by
mosques or filling stations
for Halliburton to gas up?
tanks, projectile convoys
not a winged god amongst them
unless you count Mobil
Babylonia azimuth
combustible tankers horizon
sunrise or sunset
both burn black
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 5:48 PM UTC
The spout
Of the battle
Shouting
In inconsiderate
Babble about bling
While i'm saddling
My steeds
Manning the machines
And breathing easy
Before i speak
Clearly to your dreams
Interjecting the theme
Of the losing team
Cheering in victory
Snickering in mockery
I remarkably sing
In drowned out tones
And zings
And i'm gonna be
Everything you been
In a week
And its weak
That i win
And you grin
With your arms up
Hooray!!
But you lost today
Too dumb to know it
But showin it
To everybody
Rhyming
Isn't about money
Its about diction
Metered rhymes
And harmony
Arming the
Alarmingly
Disarming memes
Of scattagoried kings
Euphorically
Seized
In the lean
Of delivery
Creativity key
The breezy
Sleezinous
Sheened
In the has beens
Gassed up
Gin drunks
Grunting whats
In response to love
Callin bluffs
On the tuffs
Of your huffs
And shrugs
Whatever punk
I got a foot on you
And your ****
On my side
Talking over you
Until you shut
Out the light
With your mouth
Over your eyes
And your house
Of flies sized up
In tough love
And shoved off the shores
To the unexplored oceans
In the notions
Of severed portions
Aborted with a snorkel
In the cortex
Of Oxygenated
Brains showing you
A thing or two
So ******* vein
Watching you strain
To speak
To breathe
To think
When your ready
Il be brief
A pat on the back
And declaration of king
Before you bend over to be
Blessed by the best
In this contest
Im tested
Only of my patience
In the vagrancy
Of your empty words
Freshly matured
In manure
Skewered
In the lured
Obscurity
Muraling
The masterpieces
Stealing thesis-es
With the soul content
Of cheeseless pizzas
Sauceless in the lossless
Belligerence
And im tempted
To kiss
My fists
And commence
To smash out the comments
To astonished onlookers
Booking for Brooklyn
When im shooting
Blood across the pavement
With fury of a patient
To fairfax and back
To break the bones
Of your home
Set your soul apart
From the heart
That pumps lumps
Of ********
From the start
Of your every sentence
Ill take two seconds
To count on your blemishes
To settle this
In nubbish
*******
Stumbling
From a kid
Im only kidding
In my giving a single ****
Get with it
The mic is yours
And ill freely admit
To being bored
Here you go
....
May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 4:44 AM UTC
the pawn
interjecting appropriate jargon
at appropriate moments
seemingly interesting but far from fascinating
just enough to make you not turn away
at first
jargon, silence, repetition
repetition, silence
ammunition is empty
****
hold hope the initial impression remains
silence, repetition, silence, hope
it doesn’t
it fades
the jargon hardens the plastic
the plastic pawn repeats itself
it pleads and screams to the empty world
for interest, for fascination
just enough to not make you not turn away
you do
you turn to leave and glimpse a sea
of hardening plastic pawns
waiting in queue
to listen
run
May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 3:13 PM UTC
Such a pretty face coupled with a destructive mind,
Intercepting and interjecting into every thought all the time.
Poor little girl lost everything she once had,
I'm trying to feel something but all I can come up with is mad.
Not sure if I lost it seeing how I never had it,
But I feel a part missing an emptiness that needs fulfillment.
She lost the constant in her life,
And no I'm not talking about her serrated knife.
Her boy, her friend, her only love,
Judging by her reaction I am none of the above.
Weeks or months she waited for the chance,
That she could walk away from her steady romance.
Go see me another animal like her,
*** driven and crazy but a most kind sir.
Alas when the chance finally came around,
She threw all her words away to get back in the same crowd.
All of her promises, her wishes, and her desirers,
I'm the ******* fool for thinking you weren't a liar.
He made you choose and you couldn't decide,
Which makes me your second option? No, goodbye.
No, I refuse to considered less.
No, stop trying to take off your dress.
No, I'm not your ******* pretty boy ***** leave me alone.
No, stop inviting me to your home.
No, I have had enough with these guiltily feeling and dread.
No, stop trying to get back in my head.
No, I know everything you said was just a lie.
No, you told me you loved me, WHY!?
No, I always knew he was better than me.
No, why would you want to set me free?
Loved you and hated you all at the same time,
Master and slave the tale of an incoherent rhyme.
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 9:22 PM UTC
*She is nothing more
Than a playlist in a database
Which I never adored
Stored away in an ancient file on an aged server
But the list remains there anyway
Be it out of respect
So you need not worry about such a voice
Interjecting itself back into my life
When the truth is that
I know the sound which a whole heart makes
And hers was fragmented
By the pain which she always put on repeat*
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 3:26 PM UTC
Why do we feel the need to talk all the time?
Just because we have hammers doesn't mean we must always use them.
Just because we have cars doesn't mean we can't walk.
Just because we have computers doesn't mean we can't practice calligraphy.
Just because we have paint doesn't mean that we must fill in all the white space.
We must learn how to stop, breathe, think and observe
without constantly interjecting our own perspective.
That said, words are powerful tools.
Words are the magic spells you wish you knew
and as such, we must respect them and give them space.
Much like LSD:
the more you use them in rapid succession
the less potent they become to you.
The more callus our minds become.
The greater our tolerance becomes.
Diminishing returns are a bee-otch
when you want what you've already had.
Moderation is key.
Dec 8, 2012
Dec 8, 2012 at 4:38 AM UTC
Humanity is a monster,
in the closet,
under the bed,
in your head,
quietly lurking.
Stalking and creeping,
quietly weeping,
and selfishly eating,
away at Itself.
Meddling with everything,
everything and everything,
interjecting in so many things.
The sour taste,
in the creatures mouth,
has It spitting,
while It's grinning,
and slowly cutting Itself.
It's set to self-destruct,
erupt,
explode,
and bleed on everything.
And then,
wounded,
injured,
and bleeding,
it will crawl back into It's hole,
where it will remain,
until called upon again by Itself.
Jun 1, 2013
Jun 1, 2013 at 4:17 PM UTC
Interjecting lines beneath
What’s really going on
Never thought I’d find my self again
But here I am
Amidst the wind-strewn remnants
All that’s left of the pieces of what I used to be
Rebuilt by circumstance into something more whole
Holy-wrought
Brought back to reality
Every time I leave her bed
This wind has cleansed my soul
The cosmos beneath her skin
Greater understanding comes
From this chance meeting of un-sin
Purified and tempered continuously
In this forge that exists in
The ǣther between us
Aug 25, 2011
Aug 25, 2011 at 10:24 PM UTC
The wind is screaming around the trees.
Interjecting between my thoughts and psychotic capacity.
What is perception to reality?
Is it laying in the gutter looking up at the stars?
Is it laying in a bed stained with someone else's scars?
Are you wishing, hoping for a dream?
Are you as close as you'll ever be tearing at the seams?
Was it a dream hearing her say your name?
Or is this low carb diet your price to be sane?
You're drowning out a girl who you call your psychotic capacity.
You're wondering why she's no longer in love with me.
What if she's the one with the lie, perception is reality.
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 12:06 PM UTC
Tunnel vision decays into orbital asphyxiation
Whereas sight is lost within a hollow ether
Devoid of any conception of perception
Floating in an endless void both bright and luminescent
While wholly dark spreads unholy reflection
Simultaneously mixing in effervescent alchemy
To form swirls and whirls of yin and yang
Balanced between the very forces of life and death
Threatening to overwhelm and consume the center
As the soul lunges for enlightenment
Reaching for nirvana in the stinking suana of the world
Begging for release from an endless cycle repeating
Recycled idioms interjecting distress as the mind begins to regress
Back to the reality we’re all begging to repress
Heart beating
Heavy breathing
Mantric unrest
Jun 18, 2024
Jun 18, 2024 at 2:01 PM UTC
i'm taking you with me when i go
and most people would think that that's a threat
that i am trying to drive you crazy
both been there, both done that
but they're just ******* idiots
just ******* idiots interjecting themselves for the thousandth time
only just to make their bubble-wrapped lives
look all the more impenetrable
i am taking you with me when i go
because i can finally stop thinking long enough
for the good to outweigh the burden of caring my heart around with me
because, you
you, alone, will always be the good
and your love will always make me feel at home
it is just so hard to hurry along with me
but i am taking you with me when i go
and i refuse to think myself out of something to wonderful
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 9:59 PM UTC
suddenly my fingers have decided to dance across my keyboard
let them form what they may
-
you, you pretty boy
i've been avoiding writing this and making it out to you
as if you were a treasure i'd found in a cave or cove that i couldn't bare to lose
as if you'd brought me so much fortune and happiness
but really you were more of a leech
not letting me go and keeping me within your sights
giving me an inch, a speck of your attention, a sliver of you
-
you kept me up at night
the way you'd run across the mind
never leaving but instead made yourself too comfortable
interjecting when anyone else thought of coming into the palace you'd built for yourself
-
i was crazy about you
despite you being a walking log of inconsistencies and disappointments with your random texts and acts of closeness
despite you hurting me so much with your constant returns and empty sentences because you've never had enough to say
-
still i just couldn't bring myself to say or even think anything negative about you.
i wanted to keep my faith in you, that you'd let me in the murky waters you'd surrounded yourself with.
even now there's still this atomic size of hope i've kept locked away for you
-
for so long i wanted to remain mature, the bigger person, the adult
but i'm only 17
so, in that case
-
**** you and **** off.
Apr 9, 2021
Apr 9, 2021 at 1:00 PM UTC