"jibberish" poems
What will become of us, when I have nothing left to say?
When I'm completely burnt out, and have no feelings left to convey?
Drowning in my sorrows, looking for more words to ramble on because rambling seems to be the only way.
The only way to communicate the longing to save someone from my own nightmare.
I talk to talk, hoping that someone will finally understand my jibberish words of thoughts i've compiled together.
My words have lost their meaning, I'm speaking only to myself,
trying to make sense of the words that come out of my mouth.
I've nothing left inside me...Will you take over the talking?
Longing to hear someone else say the things I've thought- quite the impossible thought if you ask me.
How can I expect someone else to read my mind, then communicate it back to me?
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 3:03 PM UTC
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Fazzy moams on wivvel crusts
carry jazms on flocked pavs.
Rinkulled witty over sark
unburcoaled plinks of bloo.
Serry nark are they cronking
and fillipas grapples in kloque.
Verx on spappled gurns are they
torting through gattering weems.
Fernol wend the schism klone
Glolling fast in clutty pawk.
Scenty flox drozzle by teas
Nisting on cowt rinnalled dawn.
Yurish casts of nash pigoon
stoz over hinty-hanty bynum.
When in merdeen lemp quimsy
dilly noff flyx and wempwarble.
For loofin under korots mingle
At the imtem tong fallop.
Shoozy bales of cremp deflate
and gwample rooks the plisties.
©Pagan Paul (22/06/16)
Mar 8, 2017
Mar 8, 2017 at 7:45 PM UTC
Perhapsingly on Sunday
If the bleak-end hacked for blood
I could take a spin in the old gorevette
Down to Blighton where the vibe is crude,
Where April rolls the coolest blunts
Dreading lilacs and their smoky crud
Of wishfulness. Beyond this extended ketaphor
Only reason spoils the mood.
Having none and wanting more -
A conceit started out so spicely, but finished far from good.
Oh well, I guess. The horror I suppose. The horror.
Nov 13, 2011
Nov 13, 2011 at 11:04 AM UTC
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TO SMILE BECAUSE EVERYONE ELSE DOES :) IS:
- An act of anarchy, especially if you don't have any teeth :D
- Because all beings are blessed Bees
- Certain sign of cretenism or genuine Charm
- Denominative sense of digestion is Disturbing
- Ethically wrong Endeavor
- Fascinating and freeking fabulous if you intend to F. . .
- Gorgeous as Geometry
- Hot on Hotties
- Imature and implies lack of Integrity
- Jibberish
- Keen rediscovering so many Keens or Kens
- Lovely on Lovely ones (once)
- Magnificent Mimicry
- Negating the jokers(or your own) inteligence / numb is Numb
- Onthological urge to survive among jungle beasts - fangs are
quintessential urban asset. .or. . Smile-The-Power-Wilder-Open
- Pertinent in Parliament
- Quiet resistance behind a cold minded rebellions league - quitting in few minutes kicking some mthf harassing ****** pervert - to hard Quiver
- Real lovely strenght to feel and see each other happy
- Stupid on jokes = Joke Stupid
- Tactics to climb up the social ledder or/end further down the Thongs
- U can't admit you didn't get it; u2
- Violation of virtues as (in vino) Veritas
- Wonderful! To see people happy is healthy, positive and Wise!
- X times better than being in low energy
- You love your beloved and you are loved by your beloved love
- Zooming at the ' zoo' of human behaviour -
Amusing as Zorro-Art-Is-MusssssssssseumZ
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 5:11 PM UTC
Did you not take my breath away
The one gift
you can not give
and still stay
Tethered born
from belly
connect
and belly torn
Did I not thrive for life
suckling sure
gulping love
sipling strife
Were we not
all apples
before what eyes
Before the fall
of yours
and mines
Sorry apples
nuts and rut
would ***** come
poured down
the thriving throat
What is regurgitating
other longing
re urging
swallowing
submerging
To diaphram
disruptive
falsely claiming
urgent distractions
What is to liver
becomes malaise
all jibberish
Shoot me
some adrenal-ish
before i get in
or get out
of that monster
fish
Fry me
in your pan cre-ole us
to the suet of your filet
digest me
your way
Something in this burpling
will no longer
pass thee usurping
Hick upped
or gassing passing
selling poses
of the sweeter
smell of roses
Jun 10, 2012
Jun 10, 2012 at 2:13 PM UTC
The pen moving even before
My mind forms thoughts
I write in surges
Of jibberish
Only I can then translate
Into legible expression
Poetry
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 5:30 PM UTC
blinding lights,
constant beeping,
spiked green lines,
a ***** in my arm.
faces fill the room
tears and hope
mixed on each.
a man in a white coat
calls for their attention,
his mouth moves
but it's all jibberish;
something about an accident.
then there is a shift,
the mood has changed.
all eyes are on me
expectant looks
then fallen faces
when I speak.
Who are you?
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 10:36 PM UTC
I won't confirm or deny that I'm in a league of my own. Trapping these thoughts and neatly arranging them on the paper....or screen. Regardless you know what I mean.
I won't confirm or deny that this is something I love to do.....it's better than keeping track of all those kids that live in a shoe. The mother she used to be fine.....until her husband introduced her that bottle of wine.
I won't confirm or deny that she came down to my place. She was mumbling some jibberish and I kindly asked her to step out of my face. Her eyes were bloodshot red....she began mumbling about wanting someone dead.
I asked her nervously "Who?" She momentarily stepped out of her stupor and said "you know who!" Now I had no clue ....just like you......I'm looking at her strangely......not knowing what to do.
She begins to cry and plops on the chair.....she utters these words and heartbreak fills the air. Jack be nimble ...Jack be quick....Jack left me with all these kids.....He makes me sick.
I have struggled for years to raise these babies...and did all I could do. Do you really think a mother wants their children to grow up in a shoe? I talked to my girl Ms. Muffet ....and spider is still trying to scare her away.....she said she saw Jack trying to talk to Jill.
He doesn't want to be a father.....he wants to go up the hill. Plus, her brother Jack broke his crown....cause he was creeping with little Bo Peep. She lost her sheep the other day. Jack came by and wanted to play.
She lost her focus and lost her sheep....because after Jack left she fell fast asleep. I won't confirm or deny anything I wrote here.....Hey Jack B. Nimble you better sleep with one eye open.....your wife is near.
Just a little mental exercise......
Oct 7, 2012
Oct 7, 2012 at 6:01 PM UTC
If looks could ****
You'd be gone
Locked and stuffed
Away from me
If looks could ****
You'd be a pastel shade
Of white . Gone
Like my sanity
If looks could ****
You'd be in agony
Like me
If looks could ****
You heart would
Hurt like mine does
If looks could ****
Nobody would ever find you
Except me maybe
If looks could ****
You'd be sporting
A gunshot wound
Between the eyes
If looks could ****
You'd be praying or
Blabbing jibberish
If looks could ****
You be wearing new bracelets
Of red ink
If looks could ****
You'd have a new rope
Necklace because your so
Glam
If looks could ****
I'd die on the spot and
My heart would give out
From that look you gave
Me
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 3:39 PM UTC
Words are all muddled
Translation lost over time
Does anyone really understand?
That no words, are easy to find.
Books are misunderstood
From different parts of the earth
It's like reading jibberish
Our words are now under a curse.
How can we understand anything?
After the Tower Of Babel
Languages are mixed and corrupted
So the original words went to hell.
Not perfect in speaking
As it's lost, and gone
Words do not mean the same
We are saying it all wrong.
How can we communicate?
Nothing makes sense
We are like different birds
Sitting on a fence.
With no understanding
Of each other, or anyone
Words are just nothing
Because everyone is so dumb.
Pleonasm is too long
No-one can explain
It's all out of date
So new words are insane.
Plenitude is non-existed
You are sashay
But no-one is like that
So we see the end of days.
When the final word has been spoken
Will anyone understand?
The end is near for all of us
We are all under God's hand.
(c) Tommy K
4/11/2013
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 3:28 AM UTC
He cannot hear
I just now realized
He's deaf to it, it's all disguised
Everything, all of it, is crystal unclear
What's up is down and what's far is near
The radio boils
The microwave sings
The telephone listens, while his ear rings
But he hasn't noticed, his ignorance is loyal
To his strange world of backwards turmoil
His eyes tear up
At the toasters dull ding
Oblivious though, to orchestral strings
Crescendoing, divinus, in joyous buildup
An Ode only heard as a course hiccup
Puts books to his ear
But hears no voice
Thumbs through jibberish, but his hands hold Joyce
The steak tastes like spam and the wine of beer
He's deaf to it, all of it, everything I fear
He runs in squares
And lounges in circles
Tears down hopes, and builds up hurdles
Will flail in shallow water and fall up stairs
Then write love letters to hate-affairs
Has two left feet
And no right moves
His rhythm and soul have lost their groove
It's tragic, greek, a heart that offbeat
Might mistake victory and chance for fate and defeat.
He's wrong. What's more?
He's oxymoronic
His light-hearted prose are mostly sardonic
Wouldn't know an apple from an adonic core
Or discordant beats from euphonic score.
He's deaf to it,
Yes ears and all.
Despite what words I might here scrawl.
It will never get through to that dumb misfit
He's deaf and blind and full of ****
Apr 6, 2021
Apr 6, 2021 at 1:06 AM UTC
One step. One breath. Each day is a new test. Laughing fits Crying spells. Picking at new scabs.
The space between life and pain is separated by a thin veil. I've opened up the curtains and cast away the darkness. The razor cuts of his tongue are silenced by my love. Yet yet yet the painful choices of my now paralyze thought.
Wrapped inside a cotton brain with small thoughts and toy trains. My ego seeks how to learn without leaving a perpetual burn. My brothers and sisters await at the gate. I see them clear i see them now but they can't wait.
Lets start anew today amongst the ruins of the festive clothes. A bird will rise with a red nose in tow squirting water from a flower. This bird climbs and climbs to an apex of thought. Behind the world and over forever. Rain slowly falls and floods the world, pain is gone, a rainbow appears. A new life begins today on a hazy green path.
This means everything and nothing at all. It's all nonsense and jibberish. Consciousness streams and flows. And it feels **** good to be me for one single moment. One drop of irrelevant rain into life's ocean. The pencil is dull so I must stop. Happiness ensues. The crowd cheers the end of the show. A young girl wears a shiny white mask.
Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 10:01 PM UTC
the first word that i received from you
when my eyes cracked apart
"hatred"
between hatred and "no"
no was the beginning of the last things
there was a flurry of expressions that reminded
me of you
the real you
all things that we only whisper to each other
like a sting of cartoon hearts
"tell me youre alive"
"i hate your guts"
"secret telling sessions"
"lord father god"
but that wasnt you today
you were that overly independent
woman who
holds my hand when she wants
only to beat me in private
you dont get to pick
when you have someone
like you have me
i have no on off switch
i stay on
this is no co-dependence
this is me relying on you
for rescue from my own
loneliness
dramatization
and voice
i talk to my self in my sleep
without you
mostly jibberish
but that one percent
of real-life murmuring
that sobbing speech
MEANS something
im not sure what
quite yet
nor will i ever i suspect
im still taking notes though
but i guaran-goddamned-tee you
it doesnt mean things are swell
peachy ************* keen
i ask for no lap dog
but for a cohort
i desire no therapist
but for a co-conspiritor
i yearn for no nurse maid
but for an equal
a woman who
i dont have to teach
but am taught by
a fellow ex-patriot
who still believes in no borders
a woman with a skerple
ready to write on my walls
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 1:32 AM UTC
Mindless chatter fills the air,
Many conversations all combine into one noise,
Serious as life or death it could be,
But to the outsider it is nothing but nonsense.
Jibberish.
Animated men and women fling hands and arms in excitement.
But the observer does not understand.
Lonely souls pass by,
Lifting books in search of comfort.
Gazing at those in conversation.
Wishing.
Longing to be apart of what appears to be useless exchanging of words.
In need of a friend.
They carry on,
Sipping coffee and tea.
Oblivious to those around them.
But the observer sees all.
Those caught up in the chaos of business,
Unaware of the broken souls around them...
and those who are just looking to escape,
Trying to forget.
Getting lost in a book.
The observer does not understand.
Jan 8, 2011
Jan 8, 2011 at 3:11 PM UTC
He cannot hear
I just now realized
He's deaf to it, it's all disguised
Everything, all of it, is crystal unclear
What's up is down and what's far is near
The radio boils
The microwave sings
The telephone listens, while his ear rings
But he hasn't noticed, his ignorance is loyal
To his strange world of backwards turmoil
His eyes tear up
At the toasters dull ding
Oblivious though, to orchestral strings
Crescendoing, divinus, in joyous buildup
An ode only heard as a course hiccup
Puts books to his ear
But hears no voice
Thumbs through jibberish, but his hands hold Joyce
The steak tastes like spam and the wine of beer
He's deaf to it, all of it, everything I fear
He runs in circles
And sits in squares
Drowns in shallow waters and falls upstairs
Nothings left of romance when passion dulls
But crippled hopes and shattered hulls
He cannot hear
He just now realized
He's deaf to it, it's all disguised
Everything, all of it, is crystal clear
What's up is down and what's far is near
Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 2:36 PM UTC
My family
**** I wonder
Everyday if their ok
But look
It doesn't matter what I say
Cuz they don't understand
What it takes to spew this energy
All over this loose leaf, ohh my
Look at that guy
"He don't even know what he's saying"
"He must be going crazy"
But I been there done that
still got the ****
Oh whoa I forgot what I got there
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 3:10 AM UTC
THis is the best time to do it..
under the influence...
I shall do nothing but sit
if only if only
you were frreee.
i would have you for my own
even if you loved me
hold me tight
and hold me well
you do it better,
than anyone else will.
this here is nothing but words
words of wisdom
and of truth
and of my kingdom
dont say anthing for this is it
my one and only jibberish
i have come and i have gone
maybe i shouldnt have
**** happens.
i miss my other half
i am i **** and not at all
you see me sleeping in the hall
you say nothing to me
but soon hopefully you will see.
i write words
all day.
i say words
and i play
you can kiss me on the cheek
but im miserable
and beat.
crazy incentive and
ambidextrous lesson
create a passion for you and me
i will love you
you hold my key
this is nothing and everything in a scrambled lullaby of missing emotions.
i need you and some of me
in this sweet melody
Sep 22, 2010
Sep 22, 2010 at 1:17 AM UTC
I've been told...
"I should see
a
solicitor before I speak"
did I not convey
in simple
form what
I meant to say
okay
I think you
understand
Jan 3, 2012
Jan 3, 2012 at 7:16 PM UTC
As the hourglass tipped it's sand
The gypsies were walking
Hand in hand
Singing sixties operas
With flowers to their kilts
Denounced hatred
And ******
With a chalice of wealth
Blood from from soldiers
Uncle Sam
Lived in filth
Gargoyles stood the maze
Bearded ones didn't shave
As preppies spoke
In language
Flat and grey
Yet the gypsies
Loved another
With bands of beads
And colored clothing
Crystal *****
To see the future
Whilst the end is surely coming
Tears floweth
Growls are humming
As racial slurs
Are blue badged gesture
The sick get worse
The fool gets better
As Wherein the gypsies
Danced a grog
Of synagogue
Temples!!!
Jibberish songs!!
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 10:14 PM UTC
For all the 2020s
you're by far
the 20 of the twentiest
Dec 8, 2020
Dec 8, 2020 at 5:55 AM UTC
What feels like clarity has hit upon me
Like my senses went through a sharper like the pencil I use to write with
But my tolerance for ******** went down a whole lot.
So I don’t have time to hear on all your jibberish
Who you had *** with and why you weren’t feeling it
I would rather spent my time stuck inbetween these purple walls
With a book and a pen I’m fine here alone
Don't feel sorry, we were never really a match
I don't care that you have the new iPhone and wear Cartier
For me, you can stick your Valentinos up your ***
I can no longer pretend like it's all jollyness
When what I long for you can not give and you can't pay to get it for me
There's no reason to continue wasting time
My body might be stuck, but my mind never stops wandering.
Right now, that’s all I need.
Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 1:26 PM UTC
nothing makes sense anymore.
I go through the motions
I fake it another day
but nothing makes sense
I feel like i am speaking a language
that only i can understand
but whats the use in talking to myself right now
cause all i wanna do is scream at you
but you wont understand
and i cant even blame you
nothing makes sense anymore
ill just keep going through the motions
and hope one day someone will understand enough
to break my cycle
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 8:02 AM UTC
I'm screaming and waiting for someone to hear
But nobody listens, in this room full of people
Nobody cares, in this small, tiny world.
Most of all, Nobody wants to.
Looking at this dark storm is too much to bear
And I'm waiting for that crack of lightning
Just to see if there's any such thing as light anymore
Because there's no air for any fire.
Searching for all these answers I can't reach
And I just don't know anything at all
Because I'm far too young to experience this
I mean, I'm only sixteen
I'm trying not to cry about how much I miss home
But I think back and remember the smiles
And how they're so far away now
Just pacing out of my reach
I don't even know how to word my feelings anymore
Just a scribble of jibberish on this keyboard
Waiting for the night to end so the torture can resume
Waiting for that final breath that'll never reach me
I'm just curled in this ball to find warmth
Because outside this dark room is much more black
The air is so thick with this sadness
I wish I could fall through and forget it all
I've lost control because I don't know what's real anymore
And these soft whispered words aren't reaching my mind
Any melody is far too fast for me to handle
This music haunts me to sleep.
Trying to restrain myself from this growing need
I've lost track of everything rational
Trying to return to the normal plane I'm supposed to be on
Nothing physical makes sense anymore.
I'm trying to leave my mind here, in this place
Something so familiar yet unrecognizable past this hurt
I can't stay here much longer before I fade away completely
I'm trying, I'm trying, just let me be.
I'm yearning for that comfortable feeling,
Like when it was warm and happy, no sadness or scars
Because this house isn't a home at all
And I think I'm going insane.
I'm calling and nobody seems to hear
nobody listens, in this room full of people
Nobody cares, in this small world.
and most of all, nobody ever wants to.
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 9:16 PM UTC
Here you are.
Right in front of me.
Why can't I say it?
"I like you."
Three simple words,
Yet so hard to say.
I don't want to be rejected.
I don't want to be hurt again.
Jibberish.
That's what comes out of my mouth.
I feel so stupid.
I just made a fool of myself.
Trying to look good around you.
You're on my mind
I try to change it.
But everything that comes to my mind,
Always ends up going back to you.
Maybe that's a sign.
Am I supposed to be with you?
Am I letting my hopes get too high?
My hopes for you to say "I like you too".
Will it happen?
Doubtful.
Can I hope?
Absolutely.
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 11:18 AM UTC