"lifeform" poems
Something awful happened late last night,
And here I lie awake at six AM
Upon the sand of Santa Monica.
The cars drive by, but I don’t notice them.
I used up all my gas to get away
From the ****** pond on my bathroom rug.
It’s more than bleach can handle and I’m scared
That I’ve found a more seductive drug.
Fish intestines line the pier and I
Feel no misery for gutless souls.
The rocks are caked in birdshit, kelp and shells
And, as if in mourning, the cormorant calls.
Upon the rusty handrails, seagulls gossip
Just like feathered girls with brains, persisting
To trumpet my depravity in savage squawks,
And to harass the rest of us for existing.
The white-wimpled, cruel, sadistic nuns
Choose an injured sea lion as their prey.
Cowardly, they flee at his sharp barks–
It’s guts that will decide who wins today.
***** creep over the brown-furred body.
Fighting for its life, it bites the shell
And kills its fellow lifeform. When given
The chance, I’ll defend myself as well.
Aug 24, 2012
Aug 24, 2012 at 1:50 AM UTC
"you throw like a girl"
"you run like a girl"
i'm not belittled nor ashamed by this comment
as it show us that men and boys will repent
i am not implying that girls and women do not diminish theirself
but I am telling you we will fight in good and bad health
do you know what G. I.R.L stands for?
g is for Glamorous, I is for intelligent, r is for respected and l is for lifeform
so if I throw like a girl I'm honored and so should you.
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 4:45 PM UTC
Do you remember anything?
" I told them I didn't, But I remember it all. It was darkness.. A sort of darkness that for a moment I thought no light could shine in it.. I was numb all over. At first I thought I was dead. I started to ask myself, (Is this what its like to be dead) but then slowly the feeling would creep back into my limbs.. I then heard three different sets of voices. They scared me to no end because what ever they were they seem to be communicating with eachother. Their voices sounded like hisses mixed in with strange deep tones from an ***** Thats the best I can explain. I started to feel pressure in my hands and feet. Then in my chest and stomach.. After that I felt cold and hot, then hot then cold.. Next was the crawling feeling all over my body.. It felt like large cockroaches were running all over my body. Then came the sounds. From my left side then my right. Then both sides, and then all around me.. I knew I was being tested on by something.. The last thing I saw was a door of light. It hurt my eyes so bad.. I then saw three silhouettes standing in the light.. After that I awoke here in the woods.. It seem like it was a dream.. But my soreness in my body told me it wasn't!
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Vialarkeris: Data Human Lifeform"""Project Helix heal""""
Male human : W.B.C. EXTRACTION..
Our planet is being ravaged by an acute viral nasopharyngitis.. We have no way to stop it. Millions have died. No cure can be found.. That is until today. History has been made in the most wonderful way possible.. We infected a male human lifeform with the virus and found that his body (although super feeble) was able to fight of the infection. It took a matter of only 2 days for his body to fully purge out the virus.. We were able to narrow down a cell within the human known as a white blood cell (W.B.C.) which could counter the virus and purge it out of the body. Although feeble the humans have a much better immune system than we do. The human was returned near his home and saw it all as a dream. Little did he know that he saved an entire advanced civilization with just a veil of his blood..
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 3:14 PM UTC
But then, in that instant of plastic smiles and disco rain, I strode away from my first cradle. The air was northern and sliced my lungs open into startling clarity sliced my brain open into startling clarity. And when I looked around, I saw, and when I felt around, I touched. My trunk was slapped into shape, and in a blazing radio tower of language it became un-unique. I fuzzed my skull and rejected the lull and became recognizably human.
And while school strobed by in a prosthetic ferris wheel, I jazzed to a different beat. 'Cause my friends were kids, but neon dashed through my veins; playing saxophone with irrational exuberance. I woke every sunrise with an occupation syncopation: they breathed air while I smelled bass guitar solos in the sultry breeze blowing by the office's oasis. And paper is a flimsy wall for desire, and I never could read a point twelve sized STOP. I spread my arms and heart-orchestrated yearnings in the moon-clouded evening in the mist-drenched night in the raindrop-fresh awakening, but grey can't do but see only grey. And neon doesn't come in that shade.
No food but life no air but life no life but life. That advertisement sky is still looking at me, but I can see with my off-beat eyes that it was never a smile, but a frown of grim satisfaction. I was just looking at it upside-around. But my hair is people-colored, and my breath is derby muted, and no one puts money in my can. And then I looked around and saw, and then I felt around and touched, and then I
Those glass windows melted and gaggled themselves across my tongue, spewing honeyed drops on my flaring trombone soliloquies! My vision spiraled into a black pond of bebop and my lids and lashed fainted: up up and away into the fading light of day.
Oct 4, 2011
Oct 4, 2011 at 1:08 PM UTC
She gave me the Plankton
The lowest lifeform of her being.
Anointed with this discovery
I too gave in and shared with her a deep
and impenatrable solace within me.
Such truths arent always shown in sight
of others.
Nor are they whispered in ear shot,
But somehow
She burrowed right through them.
Empathy in a female form!
And not jaded and wrought with thoughts of imorality.
Day by Day she would come and take frlom me these
deviant caverns and restlless ideals sprung forth from
absence of maturity in child hood and loss of faith
as a growing man in the seamingly uncommon trait and
beauty each human claims the next has deep within.
The savage mastication of delerious greed
Usually self righteous. Sweetlt nipping at the arms of the impoverished.
the malady spreading further through while the ogres stomp their feet for attention
puffing up their chest like creatures and only for a moments pay they contract a virus
all to familiar in their learned ways.
her delicate hands grouping at the flesh id presented brushing away the small
inconsistences and as i vaguely remember now and to this day
she slipped a finger inside and in the membranes and masses an ease would fall over me.
the rush of expelling all that ales you within is a euphoria like no other.
Yet each time she would leave something behind.
Mar 15, 2012
Mar 15, 2012 at 5:28 PM UTC
Within every face we see, also, a mirror
within every silence, a breath
within every soul is the path growing clearer
within every lifeform, a death
Our stuff is the stuff of the planets and quarks
existing as one in this space
'till that universe distant and showering sparks
stands ready to take this one's place
A day is as a thousand years
a thousand years as a day
yet human psyche interferes
and would find a better way
The thing that most matters, which few understand
for which many continue to die
is that Unification of Physics Grand
I am you, as you are I
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 11:23 PM UTC
Because you're smart, right?
Pretty charming, right?
Love the way the wind whispers and the rain cries.
Love things other than what Girls like.
Because you like bare face, right?
They're a carbon copy, right?
But you, you're a gem in the rough, undiscovered.
You, you're a lifeform with all of nature's secrets.
You, you're much better. [Right?]
You, you're different than those other Girls,
Right?
Aug 17, 2019
Aug 17, 2019 at 7:39 PM UTC
Crawdads have a crazy *** life. There's not
much to courtship and no real copulation. Boring
as this may sound, it's somewhat engrossing
for me. Likely more than any lady crawdad ever
thought of it. I would think most women might
agree. Sadly, reminiscent of **** really. Males
act like ruffians, catching females like prey,
turning them over, and leaving a sticky deposit
on their undersides. Worm like sperms adhere
to her, which she carries with her until she lays
eggs. I've seen this while preparing étouffée.
Not the *** act, just the worms.
Life is a multiplex of convoluted situations.
"Please yes, oh no!" What's going on in those
crusty little heads? It seems such a foreign
lifeform. Still, eerily familiar to what I've found
at the bathhouse. I think I'll fatten up my tail,
wear some antennae and pincers this Halloween.
Mmmm... Étouffée.
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 2:05 PM UTC
I misseth her in daylight
I misseth her beneathe thy moon
I misseth her at dusk
Buried in ourn tomb
Misseth her in voice talk
Wherein us two did laugh
I misseth her sensual voice
To make angel trumpets blast
I misseth her caressing
The way she made me smile
The way she showed me heaven
An unborn unearhtly child
I misseth her lifeform
Not d.n.a to any men
A seraphim and cheribum
A lifeblood
Mine kin
I misseth her funny ways
How she doth make me chuckle
Now she's gone forevermore
And this heart is broken buckled
Maby she won't forget me
Maby tis
She'll cometh back
I'll forever Love mine baby
Tis
That's a fact!!!
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 12:35 PM UTC
In the center of the fire
is red
a nucleus of the flame
a lifeform all its own
And the ripe apple
and the toy engine
and the toenail paint
and that part of the pupil where one sees the soul
and the stained-glass window
and the Native American
and the Fender bass
but most of all
the love that cannot be captured, caged or killed.
Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 3:06 AM UTC
Give.... Me... Somethin'.... to learn
I'll give you, somethin' to teach
Give.... Me... Somethin'... to earn
I'll give you, somethin' to keep
Give me
Stability, when this bridge is weak
I'm lookin' for a platform to stand on
As this lifeform hits its peak
Not inside, but outside, the norm of normal looks for a barrier to breach
Steady as I wobble , you take from my hand, but still.. I... am... a handfull
No push, only the pull... no life left in this knife, the blade clearly is dull
There's no safe, no lock, no code... Only thing you need to crack is my skull
Not how am I, it's how are you doing, how's life? how's time moving?
Are you sick... of the ******** How's barely gettin' by going?
I'm not one to prove while improving, just tryin' to get by while keepin' ongoing
My mind took off
My body stayed put in the loft
What about me makes you think I have the self control to keep from goin' off!?
I'm a mental slob
My brain just oozes thoughts
I don't think, I just act, like that one time I got mad and slapped my boss!!
So here's this...
Give.... Me... Somethin'.... to learn
I'll give you, somethin' to teach
Give.... Me... Somethin'... to earn
I'll give you, somethin' to keep
Obviously aware of all these lessons, I keep stressin'
I might not even have a steady vocation or profession
No sleep even when I should be well rested
I even hate the attention,
But I purposely leave words worth the mention
Now lets just question
The difference between hell and heaven
Whats the difference between an "L" and an upside down seven?
I have no religion, so what's a priest, what's a reverend?
Put it this way at least... Lettin' my mouth off it's leash
Will allow me to speak loud enough to speak my peace
Everytime I fade in
I fade out
Everytime I fade out, I still fade in its just about
The 'who,what,why,where,when??.
How can now be going back to then?
I must be runnin' in fuckin' circles again!
I lost the dice I tossed to the wind
Maybe I'll give the wheel of fortune a spin
And if it's fortune I win, I'll consider myself fortunate then
Give... Me... Somethin'.... To burn
Without smoke from the chimney, I'll make a fire with words to create heat
I'll just take and keep what's within reach
Even if it's the world beneath my feet
I... Don't... Want... To ... Earn
So without a landing beneath me, I still dive head first when I leap
So...
Give.... Me... Somethin'.... to learn
I'll give you, somethin' to teach
Give.... Me... Somethin'... to earn
I'll give you, somethin' to keep
-J.A.M
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 3:06 AM UTC
This is not an apology or a plea.
Instead I'm building a home in your hipbones where i was too afraid to lie before. Our hipbone home will be made of titanium and the softest Egyptian cotton i can find. Security is our solace, and although solitude is my familiar friend, I'm trying my very hardest to be good to you.
This is not an apology or a plea.
But if it were you would feel the sincerity in the marks I've left on you. My intentions are left in bruises, as not so pleasant reminders that i am inconsistent. I am not apologizing for my lack of empathy, or the fact that i know when things end. My hardest parts will batter against you and you will take it, because i know you.
This is not an apology or a plea.
If it were i would most certainly plead guilty, but honesty was never my strongest virtue— or one of them at all. I will never take blame for my incomplete promises or the messes I've made.
This is not an apology or a plea.
It is simply a warning for anyone who tries to fill a crater with a footprint. Maybe i am speaking to a nonexistent lifeform, or maybe i am speaking to the eighth wonder of the world.
To anyone who thinks their footprint will fill a crater: the first man on the moon matters more than any asteroid.
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 12:14 PM UTC
I stood before the mirror
Transfixed by the image
Staring back at me
I knew her
The woman’s hair was long and brown
Her face lovely and long
Her eyes were light blue
She smiled knowingly at me
I knew she was me
I had seen her in my mind
I had heard her soft voice
At one time I had loathed her
Now I loved her deeply
Bianca looked knowingly
Into my tired eyes
It was like she was a non-corporeal lifeform
That I couldn't touch with my hands
A specter perhaps?
I smiled back wishing
With all my inner being
That she could leave the reflection
And we could embrace
But I cannot truly touch her
She is encased in my mind
Far from my consciousness
Separated from my life
Only part of who I am
I hated to turn away
From the smiling fresh face
I didn’t want to see
As her vision faded away
I stood a moment longer
I reached out my hand to feel her face
I gently stroked the cold glass edges
Of the mirror
The image reached back
Suddenly I felt so overwhelmed
Knowing I could not touch her
Hot tears rolled down my cheeks
The agony of our isolation swept over me
I brushed my tears away
Smiling one last time I turned to go
Behind me I could hear her sobbing
She was so lost, so lost
The pain was almost unbearable
How terrible is the loneliness
We must suffer in the world
How much more so it must be
For the images we have formed
I wept for the soul
I had created in my mind
The image of who I wished I could be
Forever separate, yet one
Trapped in a mirror
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 8:28 AM UTC
There was no kind mechanics to it. No kind of matrix. It was strange indeed, strange to see what made it live. It had awareness it seem to be afraid of me yet fascinated. It was also curious and wanted to know more about I. It did not have any pulse waves. Instead it seem to be made of some sort of soft texture. It was by far more advance than any of us. Yet it was frail. So easily breakable. The thought processor was located in the head of the being. It survived in conjunction with a beating pump near its chest plate. Many other aspects had to be working within this lifeform for it to survive.
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 4:37 PM UTC
Hello Nicole,
Its been a while since I've thought of your name... Today I read a poem that brought tears to my eyes at the thought of you, but I refused to let them fall.
I am alway's being told to forgive you, by clueless friends and family, that you were young and didn't know any better. But hell, you were old enough to know the difference between right and wrong. Plenty old enough to use some basic common sense. Common sense such as
**"Dont leave your 2 year old daughter in the car in the summer for hours on end"
"Dont leave your 3 year old daughter at the park overnight"
"Dont bring your 4 year old daughter to the house of your married lover"
"Dont take your 5 year old daughter to a strip club and leave her in the car"
"Dont allow your ********* of a drug dealer to care for your baby girl"**
Last year in total you sent me 6 packages, called 8 times, wrote 5 letters, wrote or spoke I Love You 16 times, and yet not once did you apologize. On the 8th call, you told me you were pregnant again, and it was going to be a baby girl. I cried harder than I ever had before on that one phone call. You asked if I was happy that I would get another sister, and as calmly as possible I told you I hope the baby is stronger than all the rest, and to lose my ******* number.
A total of 4 children, 3 of which you don't even see anymore. You allowed us to go through hell and beyond in your care, only to be tossed away into a somehow even more unfortunate lifestyle. Yet you somehow expect me to be happy for your pregnancy of a brand new lifeform.
The baby is now alive and kicking, and I heard she looks exactly like me even though her father was as Mexican as they come. I also heard you get ****** when people compare me and the baby's looks.
Good.
I hope she is a reminder of what you did to me, so that maybe, just maybe, you treat her right.
I wish I could say I wish you the best in life, but that would be a lie. I do hope you get better, for the sake of everyones lives around you. It was nice not talking to you again.
No longer your's,
Victoria-Rose
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 4:40 PM UTC
Mine skeleton conveyed
Through the slope's of death's cave;
No longer incarcerated
Free from being a worldly slave.
I hadst to absquatulate
As I needed to escape the afreet;
They reached out their talon's
Hooves wrapped around their feet.
An amphisbaena was awaiting me
To taketh a bite from mine soul;
Yet God was mine deliverer
He carried me to his abode.
The anguilliform couldst not grab at me
As they called out mine name;
"Brandon, cometh here they saidst"
As I saw the rising flame.
Though tis mine creator kept them back
As mine lifeform left the dust;
He sprinkled the aspergillum
As mine spirit was drenched in heaven's musk.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 10:43 AM UTC
I awoke to a circle shaped chamber made out of some kind of rock and golden wood. My bare feet touched the golden wood floor and my senses activated with delight.
A golden like fine sand kissed the bottoms of my feet with a dreamlike sensation of walking on a heavenly beach.
The rock walls seem more natural. Felt a bit wet to the touch. But nonetheless natural.
Very strange creatures also occupied this Circle chamber in the rock.
A Peculiar like body orbited the entire circle chamber . It had long silver white hair and a very small head with green glowing eyes.
Then to the right of me a Mantis like creature with yellow eyes stood so still I could not tell if it was a statue or a lifeform. It finally revealed that very answer when it blinked its eyes.
In front of me on the other side of the circle chamber was a cluster of bubbles and lights. The bubbles moved about chasing the small little lights like a train. Never did they pop.
And finally a familiar view but altogether beautiful. A woman with flowing red hair and deep fiery brown eyes made contact with me.
Neither of us could speak. But we were still able to hear each others voices somehow.
We both had the same questions.
And we both did not have the answers.
The Mantis like creature then spoke to us in a series of hisses we somehow understood..
It said. " Welcome to the Boardwalk across the universe."
Aug 16, 2022
Aug 16, 2022 at 5:00 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
The universe waits for no one,
now its time to get out of bed and breathe that fresh air,
the external lifeform without experience is a cry for help,
dies for wealth,
flu comas , mistreated health,
think for no one , think for yourself,
jump on the elevator and reach a light,
I don't mean death but whats inside,
I got nothing to hide,
I got nothing to hide,
But if you keep being asleep Imma have to step
a mile and call you sheep,
damaged interior when you reach your peak,
The soul is light but you do not speak,
And you do not open your eyes just to see,
And you know you got the vultures that creep,
No TLC.
©abpoetry2019
Nov 15, 2019
Nov 15, 2019 at 3:39 PM UTC
If you want to feel alive
Again, or check you exist
Then lay in the bath
With your ears underwater
Not silent, but still.
Hear your own heartbeat,
Listen. Absorbed and soak;
A lifeform floating.
Like when you were
Consumed in the womb
And others thought about
Your heartbeat.
But not you, you were
Too busy trying to live.
Now you are trying to
Survive, but also thrive
And running water, like
Your veins, now afloat
Amongst the disorder.
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 7:09 PM UTC
Flowing across the page.
Everything comes to me at once.
The colors dance upon the paper.
Like a performance on a stage.
The only one in the audience is me.
Observant and thinking about the next step.
I am voiceless.
So I let the dancers speak for me instead.
As a voice for the voiceless.
They understand my heart.
Colors flowing across the page.
The colors dance upon the paper.
The only one in the audience is me.
Watching as it becomes alive.
May 24, 2025
May 24, 2025 at 4:37 PM UTC
Viruses, bane of existences
Invading other lifeform,
To create environments so they can perform
Destroying everything in their path
Just to propagate and infiltrate
Viruses, destroys your systems
Using up resources
Leaving empty land and destruction
Viruses, many and a lot
Unending, Unceasing
Unstoppable ,Uncontrollable
Viruses, proud to be one
Dec 21, 2020
Dec 21, 2020 at 8:51 AM UTC