"leveling" poems
I Craw in the Urban Jungle night after night, making shadows my best friend
Because my pale skin would get sunburn in the day time.
Many of you have read about me on the internet,
But don't know if we exist like the Yeti or Bigfoot
Every now and then you see photos of me and hear stories about our existence
But here I am, White, Nerdy and…. Nerdy
Nerdy like the Nerds falling out of the box and skipping on the floor of my lair
(or my parents basement whatever you call it).
Some moments you will find me praying to my shrine for my savior, Weird Al Yankovic
Many of you may call us “ Losers”
But let me take a moment to tell you why you are wrong, in every way.
First off, We are not losers we just win at things that you don't care about
Like the Rubik's Cube, Dungeon and Dragons, and Larping
We don’t care about making friends, getting the poo tang, or getting high off of our *****
No we are too occupied trying to plan how we will survive the zombie apocalypse,
Or debating on if Star Wars is better than Star Track.
We are too busy reading comic books, Leveling up our one handedness
On Skyrim of course.
You think that we are hideous,
But in all reality, my acne improves my defenses against mother nature,
My braces are actually tools that government uses so they can reflect solar flares back to space
I'm ugly because god decided to make me pick up girls on ******** mode because before you Meet me it was way too easy.
Many of you think that we are weak
I may have spaghetti arms, no abs, but you know what, no problem,
Because if you look at my shadow, you see someone that 10 feet tall and bulletproof
I am a nerd, hear me roar.
My roar breaks your paper thin confidence
As it just floats in the wind like leaves, leaving the tree in October
My roar will rock your house with all of your friends leaving you alone because in the end, you May be popular but lets be honest, who are your real friends?
Call me weak, I dare you
Being a nerd has taught me many things
Like don't eat cake because it is deceiving
And that Neo should of taken the blue pill
Because that movie series was terrible.
And that DC Comics is the best, ***** Marvel
But the one thing it taught me the most is that be proud of myself.
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 10:03 PM UTC
Dimension beginning of vile ****** exposed,
And the Emperor has no clothes,
While helplessly strut a mighty walk without a shame.
Course of history repeating itself,
Like the flow of water meeting in the river of streams,
But recycle through the clouds and back to the ground it flows.
Are we so blinded by the glimmer of the mirage of oasis in the desert,
We toast with sands of dune to quench our thirst of our plight,
And all is but a fickling light ducktaped by words of unintelligible muddled murmur?
This is truly the flawed design of our time,
When we no longer promote arts and crafts of philosophies,
And religious cults of zealots condemned the science and Academia by berating it's achievement.
Likes of ancient times of Agora and the height of it's human enlightenment,
There are forces of deconstruction of society of choas ensued by hateful fear mongers,
And systematic inward of national fevor of berserkers leveling progress.
Maybe another dark age is inevitable,
But little seed of hope I feel tangible,
And sometimes event maybe a phoenix.
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 1:11 AM UTC
Oh, I have never looked so good
running in armor thru the woods
Adept with blade or mace
And I know a little magic
which for foes is rather tragic
(it’s a perk for my race)
Be it mountain peak or ocean swell
thru rocky hill and grassy dell
nothing slows my pace
Many Quests I need to finish
there’s Evil I must diminish
(And weapons to replace)
Every belonging I have owned
I have bartered, won or stole
Hording gold just in case
I’m constantly slashed, bashed and burned
by dragons, wildlife and Curs
with no fear on my face
Though I have skills that get me by
There are occasions that I’ve died
Thank god for the last “save”
I will keep right on playing
leveling buy quests and slaying
in my CGI escape
January 2012
Jan 29, 2012
Jan 29, 2012 at 3:18 AM UTC
Guns,
Long, steel guns,
Pointed from the war ships
In the name of the war god.
Straight, shining, polished guns,
Clambered over with jackies in white blouses,
Glory of tan faces, tousled hair, white teeth,
Laughing lithe jackies in white blouses,
Sitting on the guns singing war songs, war chanties.
Shovels,
Broad, iron shovels,
Scooping out oblong vaults,
Loosening turf and leveling sod.
I ask you
To witness--
The shovel is brother to the gun.
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1969, one voice sent the world's radios to dancing because we were passing the torch from dreaming to reality as we took to the soft landing
That's one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind
and for just a second, everyone alive got to feel like Einstein but
I bet you as Armstrong looked down he didn't picture the strife and denial of life to so many in sight 40 years later
street riots and technology gone violent controlling the fears of children peering through glass stained in dust as nightmares rush passed the idea of life, crushing everything in sight
we even wrote it in our constitution
Excessive bail shall not be required, nor excessive fines imposed, nor cruel and unusual punishments inflicted.
but you'd have to sell your soul to bail from a life ended where money knows no measure
and you can not tell me that shooting an innocent human on mistake is neither cruel no unusual
but the constitution has turned into a wall
to push people so far back on that they couldn't turn and run
or read what was suppose to be a guarantee in the land of the free
and that's just the beginning
we're denying people from entering a country for body modification
when we've been altering our appearance longer than we have had boundaries to deny people from
because we're still leveling cities like we did when we were daydreaming and knocking block castles down
because we're still enslaving humans because of their genetics
but behind sheer curtains, it's all ok
because if you don't see then there's no need to worry
it's easy to ignore it when you have comments and feeds to read before you give the world news a chance at your attention
but what i've never understood
is how innovation and careful thinking placed a device in your hand
and all you came to do with it was carefully craft a 140 character string of ********
but i guess it goes to show
like our constitution
that though manifested to be great for the people by the people
at the end of the day, we're still too self obsessed to look at the rest of the picture
we're still too afraid to peer down at the entire world
so, Neil, I'm sorry, one giant step for man but mankind hardly remembers
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 8:35 PM UTC
i quickly became the antagonist
crushing up dead leaves
and sprinkling them on your bones
throwing a bowl of honey nut cheerios
in a public swimming
leveling the plain
creating a crater
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 11:02 AM UTC
It's starting
Puff puff
Drink drink
Just a little to start
A tingle euphoria generates through my body
Hahahah
How heavenly
What a draining relief has come
Laughable ramblings through the groups
Fickle chat
Random silences
A leveling effect has come
Teeter todder invisible waves rub across my body
How invigorating
The tingle Slowly shifts into a numbing pulse
I didn't notice
How nice
Then it fades away
Like a butterfly in a suns rays
Sweet intoxication
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 7:03 PM UTC
a potion maker,
seeking the formulae
of the combination
of the
known and the none,
the wizard’s ideation
of the secret spark of
creation, the starter fire
of human destiny & desire
who needs gold,
when,
the power of birth,
the mystery of girth
the fluids of oils,
plus 57 varieties
of human blood,
in a precise tabulation
the sap of human cell
constructs, heated
gentle on a low flame,
do not forget, or regret
if the salt & pepper
of discernment is
overlooked, the sighs,
*the quiet of boredom,
the leveling moments
when creation is initiated*
and then
my heart can be
known to some,
even careful read
between the lines ~
the lines on my eyes,
the cross hatch upon
a forehead, the crinkles
where time and laughter
intersected and injected
*the whites spaces between
these words*
enough enigma…
never!
Jan 26, 2025
Jan 26, 2025 at 10:12 AM UTC
I have been daydreaming my dream.
Can I tell you what that is?
Standing on a stage in front of a
supremely silent crowd as I
speak of my heart. My life.
My God.
JESUS CHRIST.
This after performing the most
righteous (hippie slang for awesome) music. Music I have
written and SO long to share with
the world.
I have been preparing for this
all my life. Even though I was raised
an atheist. I've had this dream to
stand up for something of the
greatest impact, importance
and beauty.
I had this dream of
Jesus Christ returning you see.
When I was 10. I know His Spirit
has never left. But He will
return ******
I DREAMT THIS BEFORE I EVER
READ THE BIBLE OR WENT TO
CHURCH. He came to me in this
dream. On a white horse and the
Host behind Him. From the clouds
they rode in pure GLORY!
I could not see His face. But I sure
heard His voice. Which said;
"Cathy. I'm coming back.
You and your family
have to be READY".
Maybe you are an unbeliever.
But can you see how I would feel
as I do? Also go to the site search engine. Type in "Salvation Story
by SoulSurvivor". If this testimony
doesn't move you nothing will.
I want to share with the world
how Jesus Christ literally saved
my life. What better way than
with music? The universal
language.
I have a dream. Of megalithic
angels standing around the stadium.
People in AWE! Not of me.
*Of God*.
My message?
No more war.
LOVE.
REPENTANCE.
LEVELING OF PRIDE.
FORGIVENESS.
I believe that God would not
have put this in my heart if He
didn't want to, at least, allow me
to TRY!
I have a dream. That i was broken.
Then completely healed.
In my BODY, MIND and SPIRIT.
For 20 years God has been
leveling my pride. It needed it.
For 10 I've been writing
poetry, music and songs.
Now it's time.
My music will be released on
YouTube and Soundcloud
next month. The links announced.
I figure if you're gonna dream...
**DREAM BiG**.
Notice the little i in the middle of
BiG? That's ME. If I get a big head
*the weight of it will make me fall.*
Will you support me? PRAY.
Send good thoughts skyward.
I'll need every last one.
Thank you!
♥ Catherine
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 11:49 AM UTC
Avoided this moment for so long,
I feel it leveling down,
sinking slowly,
finding it's new permanent home.
Avoided this moment for so long,
now I can't run,
the anchor is settling,
the sand hugging it in place.
Now every decision seems heavy,
a house, a car, a person,
triple anchor and I stand still,
let it sink in.
I've already sunken.
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 3:18 AM UTC
i have atom bomb dreams
from the desert
mushroom clouds billowing
the shockwave blow past cacti
and down dirt roads
from the cockpit of a b-29
leveling the ground below
already comprised of craters
as we pummel the earth
we become a might to match the gods
Jan 30, 2021
Jan 30, 2021 at 1:00 PM UTC
For God so loved the World…
Why? How? Does He see the same World that we live in everyday? Do His eyes see the same people? I cannot believe that they do…
We are everything that He is not, complete opposites in every way.
We are ignorant and arrogant. We see something beautiful and immediately cut it to pieces to find out what makes it so radiant. We are hateful and self-centered, thinking only of ourselves even alongside the deathbeds of others. We are destructive and self-absorbed. We only help the needy for a tax credit and a clear conscience.
We curse and condemn and never give our actions a second thought. We tear each other down to build ourselves up.
We lie and we cheat and we steal and we **** We torture and torment in the name of boredom. We rob and we pillage and we **** and we raze, leveling the achievements of our own for the temples of posterity.
We live in a world where dog eats dog and beasts eat God, and He goes on, loving us just the same. How? How can anyone love something that is so perverse; so malignant? We burn what we do not understand to ash instead of observing and wonder why our neighbors stockpile gasoline and flame retardant clothing…
Love thy neighbor as thyself and hate each other, it’s alright, as long as you hate yourself for being like your neighbor and hate your neighbors for being like you.
We are the worst that the universe has to offer, yet the creator of all has still decided to bestow his love upon us? Why? How must His eyes see our wicked race to continue to feel that way? We are nothing more that wicked mud, and deserving of nothing more than a harsh drought followed by unending windstorms.
Bring on the sun and the winds. Wipe this plague from the face of the Earth. She will not miss us, just as your neighbors will not miss you.
But please, dear God, do not stop loving us, for we are merely children with money, nuclear toys and a strong dependency on anti-depressants, and we know not what we do.
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 3:05 AM UTC
a new poem (words, words, words but another drug), bolt upright, uplight, reattach yourself to the liquid of the music,
soothe the irritation, slowdown the shaking hand,
give god or his creatures, the nocturnes and sonatas,
a chance to restore the pounding of the chest to a leveling
equanimity
to no avail, the sleep angels have fled from the
forest fires in the chest, and the helicopters must quench
with the commence of dropping clouds of wet words,
when, when will I be released from a life that has no
easements
words, words, words but another drug, a habit that gives
everything but a temporary state, every poem nothing but
another her, another lady puncture in my restless body,
another juncture, where all your choices are the way of
error
the high will last, shorter each one, but the track will exist
for all the time, a token of human foolishness, the more is
the inevitability of the ending, writ, drawn a little closer,
and comes with a hand written spongy-apology begging for
existing
in his notes, motes, dust mites of titles, single verses,
elegies, essays half written, passing thots claiming to
want to be wannabes, this appears and it's a perfect
ending
there is no security in poetry, only the unresolvable
man in his perfect certainty, never was, nevermore, n'ere will be never, and one poet walks a razor's edge, that is his three tenses struggling for mutual coexistence, one of
a calming beauty, a dark glory, a perfect closing, choosing
a final solution, a belief in relief, that simultaneously
engraves, erases, and
equates
another new poem fissures to the surface, and the palpable
is a magician's illusion, a trick, a feat of dismemberment,
an excise of a piece, a drink, a Tennessee whiskey of him,
an emission that never gains remission status, all this fakery,
a new poem (words, words, words but another drug),
excellent, worthless and self-
effacing
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Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 5:56 AM UTC
I'm often amazed about those that offended.
And it can be a debate about anything that ticks it off.
Read an article about a gay getting bully.
And the defense team comes alive.
But many of them have offended someone.
Least at one time.
Read a editorial from a Republican.
And watch the Democrats come back with theirs.
Call someone gay.
And watch those that straight get heated.
While we know if you comfortable in your skin.
Words could never win.
You not weak.
If you are smart not to get on their level.
Because many speaking are in groups during the leveling.
Once separated.
Just watch them chicken out.
Blaming one another for the rumors going about.
We , who offends?
Truly know we can't handle it back.
So, we stick with those offenders.
We know will forever have our back.
Once their names hits the press.
Watch the way the offenders tries to turn it around.
That they didn't mean any harm to anyone.
And they doing this mostly,
Because it turned out to be their daughter.
Or their son.
The offender.
Seeking a defense team.
All because many realize they was really mean.
Jun 20, 2012
Jun 20, 2012 at 10:21 AM UTC
Why?
Do overpaid millionaire bring politics to sports?
They should just play the game that's what getting paid to do?
Why?
Do we talk about racism?
Just forget what happened in the past.
That's where the problem lies?
Notice, something that the two statements have in common.
It's racist based.
Cause many loves to eradicate into a dream world that doesn't exist.
Players, seem to be the ones able to create havoc for the world to see.
Ministers afraid to go against the grain.
Afraid followers might find another church.
Like many good ministers preach you can leave here for another church of faith.
And realize one truth.
There's no PERFECT church.
Jesse Owens stood up.
Jackie Robinson stood out.
Yes, athletes some not seeking attention or glory.
But leveling out that one group leads in avoiding their creation.
Let's not talk about racism.
Sound great!
Then it does pinpoint that group creating the hell from it.
Mainly for profit.
While many against a player focusing and losing his career for his principles.
Where were the haters when Nazis/Aryans/Klams rising up?
Afraid to be seen.
There lies the problem.
We center on things that don't spotlight our reason to seek the truth.
We sit and simmer and cry over the wrong thing.
When we should see injustice effects many every day.
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 11:27 AM UTC
In her incessant memory,
Your times were black;
Always an addition
to the white smile
Grating across her lips.
It hung from your shoulders
like the curtains.
Always a separation
from an ardent breast
Forcing femininity closer.
Your clothes were black
Her blood, cold and purple;
Drying and fading in
the back of your head.
She hides among the folds;
You see only traces of her white-
Seeing her in parts.
The times were always black;
Leveling against your warm lips,
Leveling to the girlish
touch
But always in control.
The curtains just barely move, but
in time with her breath;
steaming over the window.
And only the color remains;
One thousand shades of black
Rotting in your attic, open
only to theives.
She has stolen only what she needs,
And she wears it out;
Modeling a string of your
cloudy pearls-
Lusterless against her
gleaming white skin.
She knows you will see her
And she'll break your black
all over a burning sun.
Nov 28, 2011
Nov 28, 2011 at 7:45 PM UTC
Oh, let it be a night of lyric rain
And singing breezes, when my bell is tolled.
I have so loved the rain that I would hold
Last in my ears its friendly, dim refraln.
I shall lie cool and quiet, who have lain
Fevered, and watched the book of day unfold.
Death will not see me flinch; the heart is bold
That pain has made incapable of pain.
Kinder the busy worms than ever love;
It will be peace to lie there, empty-eyed,
My bed made secret by the leveling showers,
My breast replenishing the weeds above.
And you will say of me, "Then has she died?
Perhaps I should have sent a spray of flowers."
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So love...
Love like the cataclysmic collision of a hundred burning stars,
Love like an earth shattering fissure, leveling everything in its path.
Love like the symphony of a thousand melodious orchestras,
Love like the crashing tsunamis' thunderous roar.
...
I guess what I'm trying to say is,
Have a love that leaves everyone wondering if they ever even knew love at all.
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 6:05 AM UTC
It's impossible to be stranded at sea without loathing your brothers and sisters of the blood
I can tell you all things you already know about silence
It's impossible to experience silence even when stranded at sea
You'll always have screams in your mind to break the silence
Wether you hear them or not
Troubled centering of youth
Both a flesh and a shell
Leveling your every passion to a sheet of comfort
Suddenly one day you wake up feeling alone
You can't explain yourself
You can't find sanctuary in anything but your own squirming mind
Stranded at sea you have the moments of euphoric isolation then crippling delusional silence
Some noises sound silent but are in fact louder than anything else
Stranded at sea you have no option for asylum or temptation for youth
Your troubles are not what swims underneath your thin raft
Your troubles float in an invisible orb in your void of contentment
All impartial to the self taught interaction of various possibilities
Challenge the possibilities and you'll never rest again
I'm so tired of floating on my safety
But the mysteries beneath beckon like a dead prisoner
Stranded at sea I close my eyes in the baking sun and observe every atom that makes up my sight
Efforts are futile but respected by the jury of neurons and nerves
Stranded at sea my skin slowly burns off my bones
My skull shrinks and my stomach digests any and all hope remaining
Stranded at sea I will die
But at least I'll die stranded
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 4:59 PM UTC
What's with this world we're livin in?
Why's it constantly throwing hate our way
when the love is where we're givin in?
I'm never dismissive when
it's comes to letting my thoughts speak
plenty of replenishin when getting caught beneath
the neural pathways of my mind
I've let go of the bad days
that I used to be livin in for some time
used to be blind to the rat race
ended up being consumed by every inch of it
these minutes got me seeking higher consciousness
I'm just trying to build my dreams up into these monuments
that my brain has shown me
all these promises of potential that they always spoke of it seems to have changed the way I think and grown on me
I'm home only to feel like this place is no longer feeling *****
in my zone roaming
around feeling the vibrations in the sounds
and never understanding how
they could feel lonely when they're a piece of the galaxy like you and me now
and forever
I'm better off severing my thought
process with clever lines
feel the positive vibrations through my heart, mind
and soul
I piece together the truths as the time unfolds
try to keep the mind open but sometimes it can be more closed
than you think
that's why I grab the pen and let my brain sync with the ink
break the chains that hold together your mentality and think
about the possibility of radically
changing the way you truly view reality
that point where you begin to question
all the things you've ever learned
at that point in time the mind has turned
into a different leveling system
and although it may seem a little overwhelming
don't be concerned
embrace it and listen
open your mind and learn how society can seem to be so basic
I've been quietly patient for so long
it seemed my dreams started to look shapeless
that's when I made a makeshift bridge
in the paper spaces and realized I could be the creator
of any projection from inside
to discover myself as I uncover what was left on the shelf
many years ago
along with other things
other ideas and other dreams
traded for simple jobs that make me wanna close my eyelids and dream
a legend once said I wanna sing until freedom rings
a question once intercepted made me notice things when I couldn't see my dreams
clouded by mental perception and incidental mis-direction
why do we all seem to search for others acceptance before we look first at our own inner connections
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 12:32 PM UTC
I disappeared so long ago, I need a welcome home
I need the truth to tell me I have never been alone
I'd knelt before an idol head who took away my name
And walked away to follow her - the shadow and the blame
A hologram in summer sun, you saw me now you can't
I found a way to lose myself by leveling a slant
The angle formed the solitude within which I could stay
A sleep deprived contingency whose methods I could play
But soon enough my thoughts became a harder kind of game
Along with them my heart compressed to stone of just the same
I beat to beat the hands of time but mine are weary now
I try to close my eyes sometimes but can't remember how
So here I am, alive and still, I'm asking you to see
I'm asking you to spot me here, wherever that may be
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 10:55 PM UTC
What is net worth but simply an
amount and expression of control
and power.
An outside objective measurement
that tells you nothing about true
value.
As the value of a cake can be defined
by its real size and tangible taste.
Its worth can only be determined by
set of mystical numbers that have
no size or taste.
And the quality of a cake will be built
on the quality of the ingredients.
But its worth will only give you
a percentage number for that cake.
Going head to head to increase
our net worth we loose all our
sense of true value.
As kind acts never increase net worth
we again become lost and loose
our sense of true value.
But as we shift our sites to the
bull eye in the center of our hearts
our acts take on a brand new quality.
As we work together blending
with each other we can create a
loving taste.
While a silent death with his scythe
sweeps the earth leveling all male ego.
Never strangled by individual
profit we work together for
our souls comfort.
As we know our value can never
be recognized by what we hold
in our pocket.
But by the taste, of that which
we add and share with life.
So has the epidemic of low self esteem
got anything to do with our confusion
between net worth and value.
Because I have to ask what do they
have in common as they really do
keep on arguing.
So I have to call upon a great divorce,
a divorce that would make us all a lot
more happy.
As we all together discover the center
of our boundless hearts which really
know the difference between net worth
and true value.
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 3:28 PM UTC
It approaches
That's all that matters
It comes ever closer
With a speed that none are clear of
But none can live with out knowing the result
Death is coming
And I feel her hands grasping for my neck
I see her coming
Not a threat
But a promise from reality
She is hear to make the balance
Her presents scatters all
But I wait for her
My life I wish was worth more
But because of my own mind I never allow my self
To clim
To aprouch the heart of my existence
I sat never grasping
As death Grasp for me
She is hear and it's all my falt
I have allowed my life pass me by
Just let the sand seep though my hand
I have forgotten the reson I'm hear
Never venturing
Never gaining
Just waiting for her to come
To clame what is hers
But as she grasp my through she stops
"why do u not fear me"
She said this to my emotionless face
"all Flea befor me and yet you stair at me
As if You could cair less if I came"
"I do not fear you
Since I knew you would come
I do not reglet leveling this place
For I got nothing for me"
She grasped my hand
She looked in my lifeless eyes
Her eyes was not like mine
But the opposite
Thouse eyes showed me what I missed
The crush I alow to flote by
The people I pushed away
She showed me what could of been
That crush becoming more
Her braking my heart
My frainds pick the peaces up
And me continuing my life
"I will be back one day"
She said as her eyes reflected what I could be
But not because of you
I will come for what you owe
But not now"
She left me
My complete oppiset
And I cried
Hear I am seeing nouthing but love and life
And all I cared about was the death
The heartache
But she grasped the reality of life
Death knowing more of life
Than the living
The morning after I cleaned my wound
Life seemed just the same
But I still herd deth in my head
Tell Me to live
And so I did
I coted my wounds with a jacket
And seeked what I could not see
With out death
Mar 8, 2012
Mar 8, 2012 at 2:24 AM UTC