"italicize" poems
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Did life’s penurious length
Italicize its sweetness,
The men that daily live
Would stand so deep in joy
That it would clog the cogs
Of that revolving reason
Whose esoteric belt
Protects our sanity.
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I dip into the black scribbles in my mind
Jot it all down, scrawled out, erratically written
Bold, italicize, tangled, underline
My voice shatters in shambles, so I write because nobody listens
And the light behind your eyes flicker like candles
And my hands and head and heart stiffen
Your lips loosen and lift me, omnipotent like ***** and lithium
You wrap a string around my finger so I do not go missing
Because I fill from the inside with helium
The frame, feeling, flavor, follows me, lingers, always living
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 10:07 PM UTC
which period shall I resound the four
verses one, the rhyme? shall I use parentheses
or just write free, might I space
or italicize or leave this un-glamorized?
I walk down the long six-story concrete steps
a step at a time divining
the barren apartment
the govt spends
its money on above hovering
You think I want to live here
in this danger rat infestation
its free but that don't make me happy
I have a baby
and the world calls me a freeloader
obviously, I have decided to
write this in stanzas
it doesn't flow like the steps
this woman walks down daily
I do my best
sometimes I sleep with men when the cupboards bare
I decided to break the flow up
for why
I don't know
I have gone two weeks without diapers before and my baby
I would do anything for her so don't judge me. I
am not a *****
I am trying to survive.
Again I interrupt her story to inject-
poetry has to make a difference, it often doesn't rhyme, it
isn't made to be syllables and meters.
It is to make a difference. Let me shut up.
let her speak.
I didn't mean to bring a child into this hell. But I gave in
to one night of weakness, Now I am stuck on the sixth floor here in this bleak *** building with no hope no
idea how I might make her life better.
I have tried god.
All I have now are the streets.
The streets are brutal.
Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 11:56 PM UTC
Sterile stillness
A distilled interest
A big build of impress to egress the regrets,
Cigarettes can't succor this sucker to bet
His best (like the rest),
into smoke
into flame
fear of monotony, seer to blame;
pioneer to fame of the same game
To claim a name and maim my own,
My fathers own:
For fleeting glory and some old stories
To evade the per diem prosaic
and italicize our mosaic lives
On large screens for husbands and wives
but why?
I won't,
I don't see myself in my grandmothers eyes
but her spirit, perpetual cries, she sighs
Every breath of,
'hold on
Be strong
You've got the brawn of the dawn'
But I had forgone and withdrawn,
longed for the absorption of the networking,
a distortion and abortion of palpability.
If validity is what you're looking for,
why do you want so much more?
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 4:40 AM UTC
Imagination change
It can never be as strange as this
Lockdown in the attic
The basement
Even the echoes of the shadows
Show face
*I've given up on you
I've forgotten how to italicize
I hope I got it right
I hope*
I hope
(By the way, not a part of the poem,
Unless it is,
You decide,
You make bad decisions)
Now these ghost
Are living
Creature of doubt
In my living room
Show teeth
Eat
Eat
Eat
Eat
Eat
Eat
Eat
And never be satisfied
This backlit screen
Becomes host to my worst fear
**I've given up on you
When you, gave up on me**
There are deeper darks in the night
Most never see
Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 6:49 PM UTC
You used to look at me like that
he whispered, as he stared at her
beaming at her new love
I never looked at you like this
She thought, as she saw him longing for her
Wanting to be embraced by her love again
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 8:16 PM UTC
We all have a choice to free Will
He starts off locked in a cage
You might choose to just chill
Or you may embrace your rage
Paralyzed you can remain still
But Remember this is your stage
It's truly only your time to ****
Choose your fate, turn the page
You fell asleep and woke to see
Under the bottom rock lay a key
I wonder, Was it even locked?
Perchance,Is this all a dream?
A blunder, yet they knocked
Romance, A Jehovah scheme
A paradise of the utmost ultimate utopia
A paradox, of thee immaculate dystopia
We chase and climb as we proclaim the divine
As Robert weaves tightropes and walks the line
A friend indeed to help Will Succeed to not
blindly bleed and pay the taxman's greed
It's only your life to lead, or perhaps throw away
Why not nurture the seed, and extend your stay
Please open your eyes and decide your path
Boldface the lies and regret's dreadful wrath
The future is here, prepare for a great surprise
I'm going to end this poem's life, with italicize
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 12:22 AM UTC
I don't know that much Latin
But I can treat you latte
And we'll italicize in between.
You ask me if it's felix culpa
I'd say we let our fates decide
As we share this last bite of pizza.
Carpe diem so they say
Good thing you seized my heart
Before I can seize my boring day.
Now I can't hear the vox populi
Because the only sound I pick up
Is your laughter to my epiphany.
Let's put a label on this necessitudo
A fitting title to this love story
Unless you want frappé or cappuccino.
Oct 5, 2017
Oct 5, 2017 at 4:42 AM UTC
My soul came back, quick like lightning,
and it's arrival was not welcome.
Sporting a fresh crack under whitening,
bound with a fate to always be numb.
Everyone desperately craves originality,
but they don't realize the isolation.
There doesn't seem to be a solid home for me,
amongst this dust and desolation.
Horror of hollow, living on the brink of life.
Tomorrow I'll swallow my words that cut like a knife.
I'll document the destruction and bring it to light,
I hope the eruption satisfies your appetite.
The walls were tainted with love struck scribbles,
written in every colour of the rainbow,
so we painted but there still were dribbles,
I slept in a made bed and always reap what I sow.
What does it matter if it's in the past?
There's no reasons that I've found.
But I see a pattern of what doesn't last
and you know lately I'm always down.
You went to rub salt in my wound
I told you that I've had my fill.
You informed me the world was doomed,
and you were looking forward to the thrill.
Horror of hollow, living on the brink of life.
Borrow and follow the world's sense of strife.
I'll document the destruction and bring it to light,
just because that's how you feel it doesn't make it right.
I never knew much about other souls,
until I watched one fall apart,
crumbling from all the cracks and holes,
stemming out from a broken heart.
I was never fluent in social clues,
the ones that tell you what you want to hear,
instead I'd sit silent ready to lose,
what I loved all due to fear.
Horror of hollow, living on the brink of life.
Explorer of wallow, bestfriend and a wife.
I'll document the destruction and bring it to light,
I'll underline the tragedy and italicize my might.
I'll document the destruction and bring it to light,
but how will anyone know if it never makes it into sight?
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 1:20 PM UTC
Giant elephant god
There's no gods in this place,
I'm burnin' up,
Pachydermin' up
Water nymph in my face
I've got nothin' to say
'Gonna stay in my place
-And eat dirt-
It works,
The worms *crystalize
Vitalicize
Italicize
They fertilize*
These laughing nights I cry.
No elephant gods
No turtle worlds
It hurts for sure.
For magic there's not.
Knots in my stomach
I swallow blood clots
I can't swallow this.
There's no this no that
No cat in the hat
No magic
I'm ******
So ****** in fact
I won't ride this
Anymore.
I'm confiding this
I'm not fighting this-
This is for you.
Not for you to use
Not for me to abuse
Simply for you to choose
To let me go.
I'm going to go.
Before the first snows,
Even my heart knows
I'm going to go.
There's no magic
Tragic.
No,
I'm going to go.
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 6:12 PM UTC