"looser" poems
[tongue taking taken prayer]
*come worship in my temple.
your tongue gowned by silence,
thy teasing vibrations disperse my slack,
exchanging it for a rigidity that is even softer, looser,
an improvement possibility impossibly incomprehensible
the noises of freedom from anonymity is thy silenced tongue
unleashed, teasing, speaking tongues unrelenting and unremitting, tongues unforgotten for they never were
learned, and incapable of being self-taught
my pleasure sprouts mushrooms in thy loamy foam,
thy rainfall nourishment, seed plant growing life morning borne,
thy tricked up sonnets played within my hearts harp,
tunes never known but coming from the land of plenty,
my new promised land
teach me where the apostrophe goes, the comma and
why the question mark is curved and dotted like my body,
why we need punctuation to separate the first from the next
trees weep as if every dry rain petal is instantly imbibed,
wanting more for my swollen by thy ministrations,
I cry out
my ice storm, my thunder, embalm me within the
electric spreading in my veins shocking steady constant
thy name thy name I beg to give thee a name
to understand what has befallen me*
you can call me by my favorite of
all my seventy two,^
your first baby squeals and
even now in human manufactured agreed upon symbols
(words),
every utterance a prayer heard and answered
my name is a heated and unbroken
hallelujah,
I am thy god, and you, darling you,
my beloved
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 2:58 PM UTC
-They say; I'm crazy, They say; I'm weird
Some say's; I'm serious, Some think; I'm strict
But don't you see, how all it goes
They're all me, my personality shifts
-Some see me like this, some see me like that
Some thought I was this, some thought i was that
You won't know, whom you will met
Coz I got it all, my personality shifts
-Happy and sad, i can feel it once
In the middle of my problems, i can laught and dance
If you think im crazy, i do not mind
Coz my personality shifts, works just fine
-They call me this way, They call me that way
Every one I met, gaves me so many names
Its alright with me, if that's how they see me
'Coz I have a plenty of personality to shift
-Silent but loud, I describe my self
If i confused you, Its not my problem
I don't have an attitude, please don't hate me
I just got a personality you hardly can't handle
-My thoughts won't end, but this poem near does
Let's start a friendship forever will last
Not an enemy, I will hated that much
You will be the looser, over the personality I has.
@mhierah_07
Dec 15, 2018
Dec 15, 2018 at 12:26 AM UTC
Blood, gore
*** *****
High, drugs
Thief, mugs
Anger, harm
Cut, arm
**** *******
Looser, *******
***** ****
Slutty, shunned
****** ugly
Smart, nerdy
Stupid, dumb
Perfect, come
Gay, handy
Ignorant, trani
Black, ******
White, *******
Lost, dog
Fat, hog
Illegal, immigrant
Immoral, rent
Discriminate
Hate
Procrastinate
Fake
We all give labels to everyone
All of us, let's have some fun
Let's go out and **** someone
Who hurts you, don't let them run
Make all pay for labels begun.
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 3:22 PM UTC
My enemy let us compete,
in game unique, offbeat.
This is my father's vintage gun,
using it we'll have some fun.
Rules of the game let us fix,
bullet is one, chambers are six.
Rotate the chambers putting bullet in one,
where is the bullet will be known to none.
Pointing each one's head in turn,
we'll pull off the trigger one by one.
At the very outset brain can rend
or game can go till the very end.
Six times of nervous ******
is enough to make the projectile burst.
With anguish and pain looser will yell,
very soon his soul will reach fiery hell.
Winner's anger and hate will get a vent,
future will give him enough time to repent.
My enemy let us compete,
in game unique, offbeat.
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 11:30 AM UTC
Little moist drops of heaven
Trickling down my throat
The heavenly burn,
delicious
Synonymous with an Angel's wings
fluttering in my esophagus
Liquid lightning, striking
Almost blasphemous
A devilish game of Russian Roulette
With four shot glasses,
Three rogues and one gent
Emotions getting looser
Clothing getting tighter
The taste becoming
Sweeter
Liquefied demon tears
Playing a wicked game
with my insides
Putting a beautiful curse on my mind
Melted Whiskey Raindrops
Sending shivers down my spine
This hellish war of love, hate and
Intoxication
Has never felt so
Divine
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 4:19 PM UTC
one day my teacher asked me
why I always wrote in lowercase letters
her glasses perched on the top of her beak
she squawked,
"you were not taught that in school, young lady.
it is not proper, young lady."
and I gripped my pen tighter
or maybe a little looser
it's hard to tell lately.
but I looked in to her black beady eyes
and disapproving frowny face
and whispered "see how I am whispering
do you see how you are leaning closer
like I have a secret
more intimate, correct?
that is my writing:
an intimate secret.
for you"
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 3:34 PM UTC
the notes you gave us were so carefully written
cooling
gentle
forgiving
you brought power to the quartet
calm inside calamity were you and your fine fine swaying
looser than your own spine you were swaying side to side
heavy
to the point of light
but your expression was still heavy
your expression was cooling
gentle
forgiving
backed up behind everything
but you are here and you are genuine
haphazardly composed; playing
to me
you might as well be everything
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 3:15 PM UTC
Desperate kisses in a crowded room.
Murmurs of a promise into an ear.
A room full of people all moving as one,
Breathing as one.
One being: hot and sweaty.
Loose minds and even looser bodies.
Trembling lips, swift hands,
Hot.
Breathless.
Blurry.
Moments of reckless love.
Lust.
Nothing to gain.
Everything to lose.
Nothingness. Loneliness.
The tragic weight of an empty heart.
Aching for a touch. Touches.
Lusting for strangers across a dark room.
Blind. Deaf. Mute
We wait.
We wait.
We wait.
Finding solace in the empty gesture of lust instead of love.
Chained to dumb hope.
Chained.
Forever.
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
I'm writing lines
in hopes
that
one day someone will see
the unspoken way of things.
I was down on the frown
down, sinking
as things got deeper
i got darker
the more i opened
the looser this vacuum seal go
but not
without consequence.
random flurries in my head
in my head
in my head
everyone is left for dead,
in my head.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC
Here is a story, not different from others,
just to confuse you and make you wonder,
it is not much, so dont expect anything at all,
its a story about a joker and his downfall.
well lets begin from the beginning,
before the start,
lay a joker, thinking about his past,
He kept on laughing at his own jokes,
decided to become a comic for the good 'ol folks.
He kept on laughing and made others laugh,
he finally made a name but got caught in a raft,
the wind was agaisnt him and so was time,
the water rose high and destroyed his climb.
Now the smile turned upside down,
its just a demise of another clown,
it was the same, everyone kept of laughing,
except the joker, who wouldnt stop crying.
his identity became a horror,
a waste of society,
his existance was now
a story of gory heirarchy,
Irrational being in an imperfect world,
he is a reflection of some of the whirls
he is the one with no possible partner,
a looser in life but a skillful carver.
he is the joker, a killer,
a master, a cheater,
he is the joker near his end
he is the joker.......
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 11:49 AM UTC
Drip drip drop
I watch the blood run dwn my leg then pool on the bathroom floor in one spot
Drip drip drop
I lock the door so i wont be caught
Drip drip drop
I lock the foor so i wont be stopped
Drip drip drop
I look at my leg this is for my flesh as i carve n F
Drip drip drop
This is for the ******* remarks in place i carve an A
Drip drip drop
Im done with being called an idiot accedentally so i carve an I
Drip drip drop
For everyone who called me a looser or laughed i carve an L
Drip drip drop
People who made me feel useless this is for you as i carve a U
Drip drip drop
This is for those who made me realize what i am so i carve an R
Drip drip drop
This ones for me the last letter i carve an E
Drip drip drop
I lay in the tub watching the water run red replaying FAILURE over and over in my head
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 3:10 PM UTC
Holding me firm, I can feel it incarcerating me.
With my ankles bruised from carrying the same heavy chains, day by day.
Chains, that will keep hurting my ankles with every step I take.
I can hear them squeak, tearing my tympanum with every drag.
Reminding me remorselessness that I am one more slave.
Working under its rules, shaping my life with my every breath.
Punishing me with all my memories and rewarding me with an unknown future.
At night it laughs spitefully seeing that it has caught me in its timeless web of an insomniac hex.
And in the morning it plays the same joke seeing that it has caught me in an eternal doze.
I wake up , following the ritual it has for me, slapping me in the back with its whip declaring its power over me, as my owner.
At 7:00 am I wake up indoctrinated by a false faith" Thank You 'God' for this new day ( I thank a 'God' I do not know a 'God' I do not follow)" I suddenly feel confuse.
7:30 am; I shower.
7:40am; I choose my outfit, one in particular that will disguise my insecurities.
7:50am; I have breakfast. My palate already knows the taste, and it protests intensely for a new tang.
8:00am; I walk out of my house, feeling the wind through my body silencing the cacophony of the chains and the beeping of the time clock they hold.
With every beep, I realize I can be late. I rush.
9:00am; I start my ritual, managing papers in an office full of sick people, just like me. Moored by their own chains to their own sorrows, with different time clocks and slaved by the same owner.
4:00pm; I plead it to go faster, to show me mercy. It laughs.
7:00pm; It frees me from my work routine, I thank it before it slaps me in the back again.
8:00 pm; I'm home the chains feel looser now, and I have a break.
9:00pm; I eat dinner same flavor, my palate prepares to taste the same.
10;00pm; It orders me to go to bed, to laugh again about by insomnia and wake me up with no pity.
It doesn't care about what I need, I go under its rules.
It threatens me everyday with my memories and it frightens me with an unknown tomorrow.
And, I only have 24 hours each day,60 minutes in each hour and 60 seconds in each minute to do what the calendar of life has for me .
I was convicted with a human felony, and I am currently serving a life sentence in this time machine.
I am cursed by time and my challenge is to defeat procrastination and monotony.
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 12:15 AM UTC
You turn on a spindle
You're so much looser now, but you're not explaining how you gained such new repose
I touch the clasp of your locket with its picture held
Some secret you wouldn't tell but let it choke your neck
So we imagine a darkness where all shapes divide;
solids changing into light with burst of heat so bright
Well fine, don't you do what I want you to
Yeah, don't degrade yourself the way I do
because you don't depend upon all the **** I use to make my moods improve
Near a sea of pianos there were waves of chords
that crashed against the shore in one huge and useless roar
and there were girls bringing water;
like a dream, they came to cure the fever of my brain
and soothe my burning throat
And they made me a necklace, hanging beads of sweat on a string of my regrets
and placed it around my neck
And they were singing, don't you do what you wanted to
Yeah, don't destroy yourself like those cowards do
Maybe the sun keeps coming up because it's gotten used to you
and your constant need for proof
May 15, 2012
May 15, 2012 at 4:36 AM UTC
I don't care about you anymore...all I was to u was someone u could use as ur *****
The problem is the only ***** is u.....why else would u prey on women the way u do???
U use them to satisfy ur own greed....cus the one who. Sleeps in the bed with u isn't fofilling all that u need...
Its too bad that ur so selfish and use others so u can bust a nut......try being truthful instead of a ******* lying piece of **** ****
Its really sad that ur so ******* intelligent.....but u have no love in ur life.....even ur chick at home thinks u both have a life......only if she even knew who u really are.....
One day shell wake the **** up and finally see what a ******* dissrespectful lying looser mother ******* **** sucker son of a ***** u really are....
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 2:28 AM UTC
We aren't keepers anymore.
They've stopped taking us home to meet their mothers.
They mask our names with cute little lies in their cell phones.
They take us out, but only after dark,
when we disappear into the walls
and camouflage into the bar stools.
With every drink, our eyes dance darker,
our lashes grow longer,
our lips flush redder,
our hair flies wilder,
our hips swing looser,
our nails dig deeper.
We leave the Madonnas alone in their wicker beds,
fading smaller into the back of their minds,
as we slowly take over.
With our foreheads kissing theirs
and their lips brushing ours,
for the night, the Madonnas are the ones that meant nothing to me, baby.
For the night, they're ours forever.
For the night, they will never let us go.
We almost forget that in the morning,
we aren't keepers anymore.
May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 2:57 AM UTC
I don't care about you anymore...all I was to u was someone u could use as ur *****
The problem is the only ***** is u.....why else would u prey on women the way u do???
U use them to satisfy ur own greed....cus the one who. Sleeps in the bed with u isn't fofilling all that u need...
Its too bad that ur so selfish and use others so u can bust a nut......try being truthful instead of a ******* lying piece of **** ****
Its really sad that ur so ******* intelligent.....but u have no love in ur life.....even ur chick at home thinks u both have a life......only if she even knew who u really are.....
One day shell wake the **** up and finally see what a ******* dissrespectful lying looser mother ******* **** sucker son of a ***** u really are....
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 2:28 AM UTC
youve been there before but it didnt workout accordingly
step back and view the situation from a never angle
you keep coming back and will not be denied
you want to return to once was and when the world felt just right
pants were looser weight gained from all the stress
return to the social world with out feeling rejected
make your own path because the way things are dont work for you
find those true friends that you could depend on
not phonies who hang when having troubles with their partner
a true friend is your partner in crime
helping you up instead of kicking you down
you make your way isolated and along
but for once things feel right not worrying
or seeking approval but doing and feeling whats right
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 12:22 AM UTC
Note to stranger:
Don't let her long eyelashes fool you
Stemming off from eyelids filled with promise
Pupils composed of green and brown paint
Mixed and made permanent by the look on her face when you ask her what love means to her
Because to her
Love is an antique promise
Tic Tac Toed into her shoulder blades
Another lost game
Lonely is made apparent by the reveal of her hipbones
Sticking out from the belt loops on the waistband of her dreams
Her clothes become looser
She is welcomed by friends to parties that she refuses to go to
Because even in a room of people
The only emotion she is capable of feeling
REALLY feeling
Is lonely
And you may argue that lonely is not an emotion
But a state of being
But when she truly feels it
Lonely becomes both
Discolored tulips growing for a flowerpot of unfertilized dirt
Masked by a smile that could fool anyone
Even her own father
Sometimes even herself
Mascara stained floor tile
Quick change scenes
Equivalent to her multiple personalities
Sad happy sad happy
Sad...
She is capable of being both sad and happy
She is introverted AND extroverted
She is 5 million different people
Sometimes wishing she could narrow herself down to just one
She is ME
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 6:21 PM UTC
I remember the day
when we went out
for a drink
or two
I remember it so vividly
in this old box of mine
that rests wearily
upon my shoulders
I recall taking you back to work
"I'll pick you up at eight"
I said to you
I did
Then of course
we called up the old gang
you and I
and went in search
of mayhem
loose women
and looser talk
Not much on the former, eh, o' buddy o' mine
Oh no, but plenty of the latter
which is usually
the case
You had just been introduced
to a **** cider
that you gulped like a drowning musk rat
then you were sick
and we called out
the
staff
who hurried and hustled
with a bucket of their finest
tap water
I watched in hysterics
as I patted your back
and watched the street lights
as they made your innards glisten
AND THE SHINE!
Oh, that perfect
shine
as the water washed away your remains
Poetic foreshadowing I am afraid, mate
as a bucket called Cadillac
washed up your remains
many years later
over the asphalt
AND THE SHINE!
Oh, that perfect shine
that a once pure immaculate light that was your enduring spirit
had waned
long before the wax melted.
Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 9:52 PM UTC
The underbelly of the beast
Exposed
Is just more context
Tucked away
In looser corners of a mind
Void of lilac sunsets and
Airport poetry
And your belly
Hollowed out through the hips
By all those generic lovers
Doesn’t need more fundamentals
Only acid dreams of desert symmetry
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 4:06 AM UTC
I am bursting at the seams
You need to know
If only these chains
Were a little looser
I cannot leave
Eyes and ears
Are ever looking
And aloft with what they hear
I write to you now
To everyone
And anyone who’ll listen
You need to know
I am bursting
I cannot wait
A moment longer
Dec 2, 2011
Dec 2, 2011 at 1:03 AM UTC
I do not think much my place upon this earth,
I am second, and you are first,
and when your voice is louder than mine
it is a familiar for me to sink and recline
into my chair, wilful to listen
to your unappealing, witted opinion
and programmed flair -
from which your talent glistens,
and has always been there.
Oh to be part of your vision.
I walk comfortable in high heeled shoes
that inscribe me a waggling soft tongue,
and when your pace is faster than mine
in brogues, and trousers that are looser,
I am simply undone,
at your ease to summon as the prime task-caster
of more tasks to come.
Your achievements are set with a slapped wet plaster.
Oh that you share a crumb.
And when you laugh, it is a big bellied echo
that chimes in my throat to strike and produce,
a small bit of fruit, just for you.
As I mimic your billow in an octave but lower,
that feels like part of the very same tune,
but my chuckle is actually a choke,
and what I could say would only provoke.
Oh you laugh much harder than me.
My almond eyes are softer than yours
and in the day you lock them only for an answer,
to some chore which requires a limited goal -
don’t get me wrong – I am no prancer,
my shoes are far too tight, and I’ve been taking the toll
of your papers, your personal sciv, your faxer.
A sniffing, weezling mole.
Oh I could dig deeper…
You **** much harder than me.
And when you *** you look in the mirror
at yourself in white unbuttoned shirt, heavy brow, so chipper
that when your sun sets it does in a vulvonic decree,
but you do not know that when I go home, I secretly scissor
in a way that would make your morning clippers shake violently.
Oh I love much harder than you,
I am better than you,
but somehow you are better than me.
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 5:23 PM UTC
Selfish I tell you selfish I see you have a grand smile there Can I walk all over you if you don't mind? can I stab you in the back while your not looking while I'm at it I,ll be quick in and out your life you won't even know I was here.Thanks for being a looser and bailing me out please don't call me if you need help too this relationship only works one way.Being the nice guy ***** I'm sure that's what they say about me to themselves.The girls oooh their their worst.He bought me flowers and carried my bag and put me in a cab he didn't even try to take advantage of me his such a gentlemen his so sweet let me bang his best friend his I'm sure he,ll love that .No wonder there arnt much of us left with this kind of treatment who in their right mind would stick around not me certainly.
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC