"jpeg" poems
*what a love you speak of in sonnet
and in the battle of the Somme!
no wonder Shakespeare is disputed!
only among actor and not poet the two should care.*
free floating lizard akin to the pickle
serpent worth of spine,
she's there, attired in the sun, a biblical
woman hardly a name worth remembering,
why? because she's all *****
and you're all... well... ending up laughing
long after the F.A. cup result is in
and she's lost her daydream...
ooh... 2 nil... i too was into the Faroe Islands
rather than into Craggy Island of: *'drink! drink!
dingy Titanic twin tuck 'n' sunk lucky bet!*
no, really, i was reading an article and started
to laugh... some ***** with a Stephen Hawking
jpeg., i goo my hashish high with porridge...
she said Ibiza was fine with hens but not stags...
she mentions shaggy **** with dispensation
& carrier pigeons of philanthropy or abuse that
fostering advice involves... well, cheap jokes
elsewhere, crucifix over here? what fun to suit
comedy!
NONMONOGAMOUS... ? hey! why not try
a zygote relationship! if trans or bi or hetero
or **** doesn't work? all men around seem
to say the same: i'm not ready for this arson of talk
with a woman tongue replacing both bullet and rifle,
tank, cannon and an arab ******* on holiday...
give me extinction... i'd listen to the lizard man
that hear of mammalian love, that's as much cold
blood with the lizards as i had to learn with keeping
things i worked for being jealous:
it seems it was easier to keep a thief that way than a dog.
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 9:06 PM UTC
Hey there!
My dear birthday girl.
surrounding among friends
standing in front of the table,
getting redy to slice the cake.
Wishper, how do you feel?
Have you forgotten me yet?
or I'm still remain as bubbles
in your heart?
Dn't worry! please smile.
for me, it's no more painful.
I am writing you,
here, from miles away,
by blowingout,
single candle on a cupcake,
a letter of love.
Since, throughout the year
I'm thinking of you a lot
that it's full my brain
with billion terabytes
by jpeg of your pretty face
MP3 voice and by your 4k smile.
Oh! You look like a princes,
Yes, you do.
Hot, young and beautifull.
I swear, it's true.
It's my wishes that,
I will must be there.
by your side forever.
Like the diray your life time
or the status of your time line
whatever you will do
or wherevere you are.
I wish, I will be there.
with dark chocolate and red rose
In the subways and metroes
by holding your hand,
I wish, I will be there.
I'm falling
I'm falling
I'm falling
I'm falling
Throug your sky.
Hey pretty lady
you've got me on my knees.
Do accept all my apologies.
hold me tight,
save me inside your cries.
If there, still hate
growing for me.
I deserve to be
in prison verily.
I so dearly long
with brave heart,
waiting for your return
as queen in my dream.
Happy birthday to you!
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 1:42 AM UTC
O sweet baby,
it's so magical,
this technoligical-realm
of fantasy!
My apparent want of you
is fiery, so astronomical.
I succumb to your
desirous-advances,
make love to you
in the shadows.
I can taste your
"Y" in space,
rinse
the screen-dust
off my tongue & face,
but then what darling?
French kiss you in email,
whisper sweet nothings
into my cell,
finger your text,
do you with symbols,
*** you up good in jpeg,
explode together on Skype,
hammer you on Twitter,
free flow into you with a fax,
seed you with a nice
warm stream of pixels?
O my dear lady,
I miss the feel of real flesh,
the sensation of your
feminine flower-grip,
that sultry look
in your pretty-eyes,
the wanton shuddering,
nailed-fingers streaking on my back,
your hypnotizing unrecorded-vocals
& the alluring fragrance
of your raw hot-skin.
And O I feel lonelier now,
more than ever
before this modern age of science
& hi-tech communication.
How 'bout you,
do you feel the same???
Just sext me &
let me know!
:-P...
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 7:06 AM UTC
You have a face with many prominent features and a head full of science fictional creatures
I don’t know how to express my gratitude for the way you hold me and cling onto the thought of making me feel not so lonely
I don’t know how to say that I can’t feel anything over this deep seeded pain and I don’t want to hurt you for a vain and selfish gain because to hurt you is to hurt me
I just want to hold hands and listen to jpeg wearing your favorite sweater that you only bust out for a certain kind of weather but for now I’m putting all of that beside me
Nothing you can say or do can pull me out of this melancholic mood
I can’t help but always note a looming impending feeling of doom
I try to tell myself it’s nothing
But I can feel my heart decay
There’s still a hole where he was
I get up off of the pavement
I gently brush off the dust
No, this is all out of arrangement
I’m calling off this self proclaimed engagement
This sweater is not orange enough to cancel out my blues
I don’t want to straight out say I love you but I’m dropping clues
Oh god my heart is all mixed up in the heat of this moment
My head is telling me to stop but arguably this is more important
I’m trying to be an optimist
Telling myself the best is yet to come regardless
But all hopeful thinking has ever gotten me was a boy with two fists fulls of utz chips that stole my heart just to break it
The kind of betrayal that comes when you lose your soul mate to a vain fate and you wonder why weren’t you enough and the pain is so much you can’t take it
It feels like a knife in my chest because I know it’s not enough to hope for the best
I don’t think that this will hurt so bad but wow you’ve really put me up to the test
You can have the rest of me
Oh god this can’t be how it’s meant to be
I’m bitter, I’m feeling emotions bigger than the whole huge wide ocean
I know I need to fight to find the strength to keep my heart open
These ***** rooms that smell of bleach
Pretty girls that do nothing but leech
I want to lick the grime off your bath tub and give you a nice back rub
I’m sorry that I still think of him I know you deserve the world and I want to give you nothing but that
Somehow I will find a word to describe the way you make my heart rock and my toes pop when we’re in your bed listening to mumble rap
I’m sorry this poem is so long and I’m sure by now you’re starting to feel your brain cells rot
I know I’m overthinking it so I’ll put down my keyboard and just ******* stop
Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 3:16 AM UTC
I spend
Fictional money on fictional things
Because I am more fictional than I am real.
Because I feel alien, like I am not of this world.
And I make
Digital purchases in digital worlds
because I've been living in one since I was three.
At least my cage had a dusty old computer.
So often I wished that I could climb inside
to be with the sparkling gifs, and neon dogs
and people whose names I did not know.
They too, were aliens, not of this world.
Maybe we all live in a poorly written fanfiction
or a comic littered with jpeg artifacts
posted on deviantart in 2007
and abandoned to rot by our god.
Maybe someday, she will pick me up and dust me off
and protect me from all those who cringe
at the juvenile creation of just another moody artist
of just another sad internet poet.
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 7:29 PM UTC
I was a bit startled by the sudden pop-up.
With an exclamation sign, it speechlessly cried:
"Do you want to archive your old items now?"
Before clicking 'Yes' I could not suppress
the desire to casually scrutinize some of the files
from erstwhile.
It was then that I found that sepia-toned photo
from a long time ago.
I clicked the button and the picture began to open
like a suspense presentation.
And lo!!! the screen was soon exuberant
with the boyish delight
of a face that was raw and digitized.
I was besieged by a certain memory of a bygone memory.
The face;
resembled me and seemed pure and unsullied
...sans any imprints of time.
I was exhilarated
as I had not hurriedly superannuated
that amber shaded, nascent and jaded
photo-file.
After all, It was me of my teens!!!
Lost in reverie, I hit: "Save as JPEG"
but the computer reparteed: "Can not save. Read-only"
And then: "Do you want to save with a different name?"
As I clicked 'No', I seemed to know that it was
as futile to save the file, as it is to try to replicate
that ‘flower-in-a-bloom’ smile
...again.
Somehow, it seemed inappropriate to keep a counterfeit
of what was then authentic.
So, I took a while to carefully feel the rays of innocence
exuding from the screen and then exhaled,
clicked 'close' and ...let it go.
Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 11:39 AM UTC