"labile" poems
I am
Eternally exasperated
Frequently frustrated
Incessantly irate
Perpetually perturbed
Awfully ambivalent
Forever fickle
Frustratingly finnicky
Laconicly labile
Madly mercurial
Virulently volatile
And every other ******* adverb, adjective alliteration
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 10:02 PM UTC
Pain disfigures into numbness in the silence that screams at me
like so many crazed thoughts.
A heated state cools into quiet resentment.
Regardless of how I feel, how you do,
this night has changed us irreparably.
How can you say these things are equal?
Where do you get off?
Your half-sung apologies fall heavy on deaf ears.
Can you feel me ignoring you?
You think I let you down?
I needed to do something with my hands.
You
have shown to me
the inconsistency of love.
Nothing is unconditional.
If it were, I wouldn't even be here fighting with you.
Those words, also labile,
were the truth in the moment,
regardless of tomorrow.
I may love you,
but I hated you then.
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 12:34 AM UTC
I found myself rooting for the tiny ant
The spider was trying to trap in its webbed snare,
No thoughts did I spare before swiping a finger,
and helping it make a dramatic escape
As I looked at the spider, left food-less,
Rearrange itself in its meticulous net,
I wondered at the strangeness of this
Little world of ours, and also its pointlessness
We make it seem so rosy and pretty,
Embellish it with garlands of emotions,
But underneath lies the truth of its existence,
Made up of cruelty, chaos and commotion
The Designer painted it beautifully,
But gave it finer embroideries of pain,
He threw in an entire cosmos together,
And arranged it into a food chain
Compartments and more compartments,
Of colour and country and gender galore,
Hustle and bustle to stay put in a labile balance,
That is forever tipped at the cusp of war
We fool ourselves with the sham that our lives
Depend on friendships and love and such stunts,
When what we are, if we think about it,
Is a part, of one gigantic hunt
A hunt for alimentation,
And monetary satisfaction,
And physical satiation,
Does being conditional deserve glorification?
I wonder if I've turned into a permanent cynic,
It may very well be just a phase,
Though the spider would be cursing me for sure,
Not too romantic it is, sabotaging a prey!
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 4:53 PM UTC
Dim the lights
let me melt in
passion's night.
Let you spread
webs of silky veils
to blind my eyes.
Take my fingers,
let them trace as
braille the skin of
your body contours.
Smoothe its patina
caress, mould it.
Permeate my senses
guide my travel over
your uncharted map,
voyage ****** terrain:
each inch of you
touched, surveyed
as new routes
are found, explored,
landmarks followed.
Close your eyes
feel the search
of my tender hands
through the darkness
of a night without end.
Expose your
beauteous body
contours, curves
soft swell of *******
arched thigh cleavage
cleft half moon peaches
lead me to a fern veiled vale
to secret gorge spread wide,
steer my roused questor up
the mount of Venus’ cleft,
to plunge pulsating adown
slippery labile slopes into
clasps of foaming depths.
Tobias
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 7:54 AM UTC
Contemplation
A whole new nation
Inner-flexion
Introspection
Ponder think
Every blank
Most people are
reluctant
to change
Quite contrary
While others
Live arbitrary
Set in their way
Sedentary all day
I am labile
The one constant
thing in life
Is change
Ready or not
Life rearranged
Change can be
A beautiful thing
Caterpillar on the
Ground
chrysalis
All around
Butterfly
In the sky
Change is
beyond
Our control
All we
can do
Is go
With the
Flow
Inspired songs;
1)A change is gonna come1963
by Sam Cooke
2) Rolling with the changes 1978
By REO Speedwagon
3) blowing in the wind by Bob Dylan 1963
Nov 12, 2024
Nov 12, 2024 at 11:36 PM UTC
The Name's Selcæiös N.V. Witega
The N.V.'ll only **** you if you're a curious cat.
Your Tech-Age Völva
Onliest Healer
Avant-garde Seeress
& Upping the Ante
Once under my Wing
--a Sui Generis sorta catalyst
But take note,
I'm only here for your healing
---and occasionally to quench the thirst
for all types of Second Sight
weaving, seething, and
any and all other appealing witchy hype
And this niche in the Craft
Contingently consecrates
--you know. when it rains, it pours--
the Superseding of Spirit;
Under the Utopia of Unorthodox Psychotomimetic Wonders
enthralled by your scintillating mishap to wander
Gracefully falling face-first into
The Empath's Curse
in other words, to come to terms with Sonder
Dyed in the wool
lies the
Fluorescent & Incanting Sparks
of the
out-of-place-even-for-you
outre wanders
To me though,
It's vividly violent & evincing
Capitulated roars,
Sequestered howls,
Once Upon a Time
the proud growls morphed
to crying whines
'Carpe Omnis Scintilla'
In Perpetuum,
to no avail.
Your Sui Generis Hedge-Rider
Call me Selaecios N.V.
or Selcaeia, if you like
the sting of serpentine strides
I'll proudly continue to
uphold this chaotically labile path
as it's my Labyrinthine Rite
Taking under Wing
Protecting & Defending
Fellow Humans & Spirits alike.
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 5:49 AM UTC
By Dan Heffron
Had a brother, he was older
She shot morphine, in her shoulder
Didn't hide it, she did not care
Saw the needle, I was there
Go ahead then, stick the needle in
Push your medicine
Cut marks on your legs and arms
Needle sticks can't do more harm
Go ahead then, stick the needle in
Push your medicine
'That's illegal, there's no excuse'
Go on girl, push your juice
When you cut you, you bleed red
They bleed white, those poppy heads
It's ok, go ahead
Push your meds
No don't swallow, use the needle, make it last
You'll loose 1/3 by first-pass
That, and the needle's fast
Go ahead then, stick it in
Push your medicine
You're out of smokes? And milk too?
What else you need? I'll be back soon
If you don't want to be alone
I won't smoke more of yours
I bought my own
Not like you do
But I know life’s hard
You light my smoke
I’ll deal the cards
If you nod off on me
I’ll turn on the T.V.
You ask what’s up in my world?
Um, not a lot, not much new
Still got that crush on that girl
What can you do
Grades are great, higher than Hers, I’m doing well
But you can tell how I really feel
Hey I’m fine, mind the game, it’s your deal
Beautiful petals, so fragile
Some are white, and some are red
Your relative peace, so labile
You paid your bill, have your med
Oozing sap, untainted, so white and pure
So soon turns black, have your cure, have your cure
I've seen the damage done
And the needle
The damage won
Your sun never even got to rise
You don't even try to hide it
Your brother should have supplied it.
Your own brother? how many times?
How many years?
Little girl
Overpowered
Have your white tears
From your flower
Mine
Are
Clear
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 2:53 AM UTC
No One Knows
what it’s like to live in shame, to have no name,
to be labeled the fool by those so cruel, with their insidious
laughs, behind your back. No one knows
what it’s like to have lost it all, intrepid enough to try
again because you have nothing. And nothing
to lose, except your dignity. No one knows
what it's like to live in anguish, maintain the
smile behind unfilled desires. People refuse to see the message
you're putting out, because it's limned in idiosyncratic
ways that don’t embrace their priggish beliefs. Don’t get
entangled in their callow beefs. Living soporific lives
they’ve nothing better to do. You’re like the leaves
that stick to the grass after an autumn rain, a blanket of
orange, crimson and gold stain for labile feet to *****
upon. No one knows. Underneath, there's green that gets
covered up in winter frost.
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 6:40 AM UTC
the wind howls
like a hound
(sans the totality
of sound, as the truck
slurs its final groan)
bespangled crown of the NLEX
festooned by pearled light
all across its furtive stretch
the heaven in my darkness
says Now as silence is drunk
in funeral hilarity. the truancy
of populace says Who as the
morning beckons with its blue entry becoming almost whole (and
ethereally exponential)
Pildira sings like a bird
and self becomes so
quietly rational;
like my heart, (the metronome,
settable configuration of
labile fortuities) gropes
a perspicuous vision and plants
it to mine chest.
Pildira flutters like an
old butterfly in this new morning and i, with the net of
my hands cold with song, will be
songless in the moon without stars, or stars without moon.
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 5:26 PM UTC
Labile
la·bile
/ˈlāˌbīl,ˈlābəl/
1. liable to change; easily altered. “Persons whose blood pressure is more labile will carry an enhanced risk of heart attack"
2. of or characterized by emotions that are easily aroused or freely expressed, and that tend to alter quickly and spontaneously; emotionally unstable."mood seemed generally appropriate, but the patient was often labile!
!~~~!
*oceans have boundaries,
a shaping, fluid, fluctuating definition.
words have dictionaries,
a permeable listing, unsettled,
offering oscillating
meanings like our lives.*
*these building blocks, fluid,flexing,
wooden watery vowels areshape shifters,
including the hard constant consonants,
lay upon the minds rubbled streets, begging for us
to trip and fall, in order to ********* an ‘ah ha!.’*
*words are liabilities, even if unknown,
responsibilities, carried upon our ledgers,
even if nuances pass patiently unrecognized,
even if unuttered*.
the woman wakes, bad startled by a concluding dreaming,
speaks ‘what time is it?’ and reassured by words,
promptly falls back to rem the darling earlies again.
her labile is my liability,
incumbent then upon me,
to be alert whenever she so stumbles, alarmed,
prepped with reassuring tools to soothe, coax.
*stored this word for how long, till it became a responsibility,
incumbent to explore its precision tooled vagaries,
saved unknowingly for this precise moment of*
Sturm und Drang.
Jun 5, 2022
Jun 5, 2022 at 11:11 AM UTC
Sky shed its tears, waves streamed down the hill
Sky shed its tears, sand just took, stood still
Mates fool around the hills, laughs bombarded the silent wind
Mates fool around the hills, lost the souls of innocent kin
O! The Undefiable World, labile is the face of thee
Certainty comes at thee like pollen allergy
Manuscript of lies snares the seeker of personal peace
Pluralism holds the face of true fair and justice
The world reacts towards imminent repugnance
Beings behave based how heart dictates
Plural reaction drive the world toward amends
Day and die lay nothing but a pale
For all the love and hatred the world has ate
Good and bad was never said the best
Life was never a thing close to fair
Plural reactions drove the world toward amends
Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 8:15 AM UTC