"metastasize" poems
there is no value in a poem that reads
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M M l i f e s u c k s x x x n o p o e m i g o t
just
nerve; crap bs, a denial of craft
seek the intelligent intelligible,
kiss the sensational thrill that
emotion harvests with resonating tenses
that beg our brains to differ, sense
this claims,
there is no value in no words is
a hoax cloaked as art by the weak,
make thy metaphors metastasize,
my every cell, a preposition,
preposterous and precious and
comforting in their
privations and provocations
speak to us in alpha and
line our eyes wide,
with pictures at an exhibition
of a faun immobile and beauteous
let me hang on every word of yours and
let it be the raft that sees me happily
unsafe home
take your bs line poem
shove it down your silent voice
this is not avant garde; this is insulting
p.s. write me a smile and all will be_______________.
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 4:10 PM UTC
insidious...
the forces that bend us toward self-destruction
insidious...
the illusions that feed those malevolent forces
insidious...
the stories that construct those obscuring illusions
insidious...
the thoughts that metastasize into those deluding stories
insidious...
the mind that identifies with those detrimental thoughts
innocent...
the soul that succumbs
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 12:07 PM UTC
what are you doing spreading rumors
when you know they metastasize like tumors
and that it'd get back to me eventually
maybe you aren't honest-not completely
we aren't broken up, you *****
even though it's what you want, you don't get your wish
you think you're the victim-he broke your heart
but honey he was mine from the start
he liked me first, second, and last
and maybe you were just his one and a half
i can't stop you from seeing him
that would make me a hypocrite
but keep your sickly sweet words to yourself
or better yet save them for someone else
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 10:32 PM UTC
Inside her head lived a dark cloud
That dampened all her thoughts
And roared with thunder storms so loud
The lightning like gunshots
The cloud got bigger all the time
With the turmoil that it stored
It got so big, it made her rhyme
But when it rained, it poured
She rained, and rained, and rained, and drowned
She rained until she dried
But no one ever heard a sound
She stuffed it back inside
She sometimes felt she got it out
And could almost see the sun
But just because she had a drought
Didn't mean that she had won
She kept a little residue
To metastasize again
That's why she always feels so blue
Why melancholy is her friend
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 12:40 PM UTC
Tile floors.
Blood in the creases.
Plywood boards.
Arterial releases
I nail you to the ground,
This soul in you.
Phantom ghost of specter.
I will never leave you.
I will eat what you ****
And be your skin.
Parasitic symbiote of prosthetics,
Entangled by bailing wire to every bone,
Our union refines combine tarsals.
I am you like the liquor,
Like Jesus' nails.
We rob stores,
Skip stones,
In the alley.
Mirror eyes mark your stretch marks.
Deep scratches of size.
Your iris is mine.
Becoming you is my charge.
In your innards I gorge.
Metastasize.
I want to feast on your skin.
Eat your flesh till your thin.
In the raw.
Exploit all your ****
I want to haunt your house and lick your thighs when you sleep.
Press through your skin.
Bend it out with my lips.
This last invasion will curse you for life.
I'm a cancer forever.
Hiding in your basement.
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 12:04 PM UTC
**Darkness metastasize
the moon no longer bright
memories floated
a dream buried.**
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 9:01 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
I know what it is we saw
On the streets of Baltimore
Everything we should abhor
Burning, looting and much more
As our history has shown
Once contentious seed are sown
Violence that we can’t condone
Begins when the first stone is thrown
Once we loose the savage beast
And opportunists start to fleece
Their local businesses decrease
And there’s no justice or no peace
Deprivation is the aftermath
Once people choose a violent path
For some it’s fun and so they laugh
But they don’t know much about math
Whole communities disappear
As rioters stand around and cheer
Once the smoke has a chance to clear
We find it’s worst than we had feared
What began as an expression of pain
Rapidly denigrated before it changed
Which often happens when police are estranged
From communities they police when there’s no exchange
Violence never is the answer
Cos it can metastasize like a cancer
It never was an agenda advancer
Nor a valid argument enhancer
So let’s not try to pretend
That there can be any other end
Nor a position that we can defend
Can I surmise we comprehend?
(c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 8:41 PM UTC
My chest is a cage
Constricting
Concealing
Holding back
And keeping away
A place where I hide
From my deepest of fears
But this prison
Is where my fears are held
Tucked away
In a
Not-so-safe hiding place
Because it is all too easy
For me to reach inside
And ponder them
Until they
Grow
Expand
Metastasize
To the point where they consume
My chest
My shoulders
My arms
My fingers
Through my legs
Into my toes
Until these fears finally fall
Down
Down
Down
Into the pit of my stomach
Where they stay
Until in the dark of the morning
When I can finally throw them out
Through way of mouth
In fits of
Coughs
and
Words
Of the unflowered kind
Because what I am spitting out
Is of the unflowered kind
And yet there are survivors
Who dangle
And play
Amongst my heartstrings
And the air in my chest
Until another
Bad Day
When they can consume my head
And constrict my chest
With the overbearing weight
Of
Everything
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 12:45 AM UTC
Ten,
He casts his eyes down quickly,
but not before you catch
the soft liquid-gold
turn to solid ice.
Nine,
Taste the bitter apology on
your quivering lip.
Bite down.
Let it bleed.
Just don't let him see you
fall apart.
Eight,
Pick up a book
and feign indifference,
while he does the same.
Do not cry.
Do not speak.
Do not let him see
how much he is hurting you.
Seven,
glance up at him,
and try to catch his eye.
Wonder for the hundredth time
what you did wrong.
Six,
Hang up
When you begin to dig
your nails into the flesh of your hands.
Find the old orange lighter
you save for birthday candles.
Let the flames lick across your skin in brilliant color.
Anything to stay warm.
Five,
Count the seconds by the chattering of your teeth.
Wrap your frail arms around your trembling torso.
Four,
Stare back at the tear-streaked face in the mirror.
Hypnotized by blood shot eyes
and scorched veins.
Three,
Grip the dull blade,
in your mangled hand.
Paint poetry
in scarlet ink.
Between pieces of broken skin.
Two,
Squirm at the discomfort
of lacerated wrists.
Feel the hatred metastasize,
for every place he looked at you
in disgust.
One,
Remember the time
you told him
you hate the cold.
Sep 2, 2015
Sep 2, 2015 at 10:26 PM UTC
_
songs hurt
_
emotions flood my brain
I can't handle it
I used to not feel this way
songs used to lift my soul
_
but songs hurt
_
emotions claw at my brain
I can't do it anymore
I don't know when it happened
songs used to bring peace
_
but songs hurt
_
emotions metastasize like cancer
I can't even bear to think of it
I don't know how this happened
songs used to give me life
_
but songs hurt
_
and I can listen to them no longer
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 11:40 PM UTC
Its just me and you and everything in front of us, or behind
especially if gravity operates like chemicals.
Let's go exploring, if you'd like,
or sit like lumps and metastasize on chocolates.
The stage, the fame, the beer, the strife,
All the things we wanted don't matter in that
wonderful white space ahead. This hill can trail
off to the worlds we'll create, so utterly shapeless
– impossibly white –
yet filled with color and sound and romp.
The airplane we rode, just the first or last few frames of the film
(you should start wherever you want)
it had the new world in its sights to open up the stodgy filth
and land us tumbling into the great unknown.
We walk ill-prepared, like our fathers,
only so far as what they know.
A harsh word.
These legs will take me to Tøyengata or Nieve or Las Ramblas
and that street to the river
to the train or the bus
to a frozen tube of horrifying humanity
to land on familiar runways in New York or Albuquerque
catch you in your mother's Civic
and bound away.
Where we'll speak – concisely.
That's where intimacy lies: in codes and twitches,
and very little soft sweet words;
and, the more we love the less we say,
'cept to remind each other we're ready to go cartograph again.
Then speak endlessly, drunk in each other's words, and move brazenly, tromp the neigh-sayers and know-it-alls,
stumble our way across frail little ropes,
sprint through orchards to catch smoke.
Through the door, into bed.
past the last frame.
past that sweet little line –
to let this placid chaos slide down the hill
and trail off
into madness.
I'll be waiting by the sleds.
You know what to do.
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 5:16 PM UTC
Liquify,
Modernize,
Affix,
Me.
Dicast parts,
Formalize,
Metastasize.
I am Growing this agar's too small.
Feral,
Lycanthropy,
Hearts.
Through the stigma,
my bones bleed,
my wreaths hanging,
Sagging.
Of unwelcome,
all my being.
of unwelcome,
all my being.
The Truth of getting older,
the senescence of emotion
The people we love and once were,
Are gone forever.
I am not for this heartless place.
I am but Peter Pan,
understanding.
A bitter struggle,
While trampled underfoot.
Of a world,
Not built for us.
Built for no one.
Jan 16, 2022
Jan 16, 2022 at 11:22 PM UTC
energy flows from a chemical
intervention
so many involuntary tasks
ticked off an unscrawled list
plans metastasize. there may be a cure
in searching for sun on a morning in winter
parrots scratch for seed on the lawn
their flock depleted, somewhere there
hibernating for a change of season
freezing sleet & faded wings
fear stretches its tentacles
into dark corners where indistinct features
collect dreams on a frosted night.
episode one is about an artist
famous and almost encountered
doubts clouding over
& stifling shoots
where shutters click and the whir
of pixels freezes a moment
not to be captured
an orange pill, again each night
stuck in the throat then another gulp
waves break on a ragged coast
the words in a book begin to blur
a story moves on, fading letters
the stars paint a glittering sky
& moon hangs low under mountain pines
gradually the volume fades
a paper chain
& pictures start to haunt again
Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 6:30 PM UTC
For too many years I’ve been an unwilling host
To an invader inside my head
A parasite
See, the thing about a parasite?
It’s magnificent at hiding
It starts out small, undetectable
Worming its way inside your body, your mind
But this microscopic monster starts to feed off you
Eating away your existence from the inside out
Tearing through your flesh with its piercing teeth
Flooding your brain with searing poison
It releases its young to metastasize the damage
By the time you have an inkling of the war raging inside
This army has grown by hundreds, thousands
And they have nuked the battleground, leaving nothing behind.
My parasite may be called depression but it works just the same
Starting off in the shadows
Silently entering your mind
Feeding off your suffering
Injecting you with its lies
“You are worthless”
“You’re a burden”
“You don’t belong on this earth”
These lies grow in numbers, destroying every inch of happiness
Until you see the lies as truth in your corrupted lens
You are filled with an unwavering dread
Crippled by an interminable loneliness
And you are at the mercy of this ruthless being
Then you go days without sleeping
Days without feeling
Arms covered in red slashes to at least feel something
The world starts spinning faster, but you’re still stuck in slow motion
You want someone to hear your silent screams
But your presence has become microscopic, invisible
And how do you put into words what even you can’t understand?
So the darkness consumes you until you’re nothing but an empty shell
A ghost of a human being
Going through the motions of life while no longer living
And all you plead for is the pain to cease
So you drown in a sea of pills and pray it’s enough to send you into eternal slumber.
I may have raised the white flag on my battle
But I was saved before my soul could flee this earth
And I am grateful for each breath I still take
But this war is far from over
My parasite may have been pacified yet it still remains
Silently pulling the strings in the background
And each day I fear it will again grow too strong
And conquer the battlefield of my mangled mind.
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 9:46 AM UTC
I haven't quite figured out yet why it is that the ones in which I want to love me the most are the ones who run as fast as the speed of light from my open heart.
And who gave me the right to convince myself that pain doesn't metastasize, it does, trust me once you see the clouds turn grey that is only the start of the storm.
For some reason I keep thinking I'll be a map of the sky that people will spend years on figuring out wether constellations are made with my stars connecting to create stories when really I'm just comets crashing into a mess of curly black hair and blood shot hazel eyes.
As colors I can't comprehend fall out of broken heart strings I won't stop masking pain with hurt and i keep thinking if I find the perfect synonym for heart break it'll disappear when really it just shifts the ground beneath my feet.
Time is a terrifying thing, with that the only choices I have are to go through time in the human race suffocating with a beating heart or stop time, stop heart, and finally breathe.
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 11:54 AM UTC
Instinct and impulse
Knotted, just below my ribcage
Push me into action
Urge me into words
Drowning, dreaming language
Downing, and devouring
Metaphors and images that all come back to you.
Never enough, never enough
Always too much.
I...Cannot...Get it...out.
If I cannot get this out of me,
It will fester,
Metastasize
Eat me alive.
What more can I say?
What more can I do?
Words are winged demons in my head
They drag me kicking, screaming, always, back to you.
Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 5:23 AM UTC
I remember the dry taste in my mouth when I watched my love fail to metastasize
***** and gritty, like sand in between teeth that lay like canines in the bed of my gums
It's like a double sided dagger, a viper with two tongues; They know the depth of your compassion or it goes by unnoticed
And just like love, blood can drip, lovely and scarlet, or it can stain, sanguine and tacky
My brain can not differentiate whether my affection is kept in a locket,
Or if it is flicked away like a cigarette filter, smoked to the end
I sorrow in days that I feel extinguished, the extent of my warmth is drowned out by choking mouthfuls of water
Instead of resonating flames licking and sweeping across the home that I find inside of you
My beau geste is shoveled beneath mounds of copper colored strands of hair and the smell of lavender
And instead of a warm body to grab my shoulders and collide them into a chest, all I feel is a silent covenant in the form of a cold bed sheet that my fingers grab when I am lonely
I wish one day to feel secure and at ease with my efforts to express my afflicted interest
My heart will continue to pump blood until it gives up and ceases to function
And all the while it will stab with every pulse
In effort to scream out my grandest soliloquy
I can complain forever, about who can feel my love or who doesn't
And I can ramble on for centuries and scribe my pleasantries for you to read
But I can assure you one thing to believe, if any;
Not a day goes by where I can spit on the sidewalk and not taste you dripping from my mouth
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 10:18 PM UTC
Only the sickness growing
Do we see it now?
On the surface of the moon
In the depths of the sea
How fall so quickly comes to winters gloom
Its only death
On the tongue
Of the people
Speak it now
Forever hold your breath
Its only sickness growing
Do we fear it now?
In our cars on the road
And our planes in the sky
How we'll never really get to where we are going
Its only death
Only life
Only hate
Metastasize
Only sickness growing
Do we feel it now?
In our ever aging bones
As a poison in our blood
How our hearts will always fail our living dream
Its only death
On the tongue
Of the people
Speak it now
Forever hold your breath
Nov 10, 2016
Nov 10, 2016 at 3:07 AM UTC