"minimised" poems
Drifting over the air
I looked below, the world minimised
Far away sea and land, all dehumanized
The air felt different
Having left but not arrived
Having fallen but not been lifted
Up
I considered where I had been
The things I wish I had not seen
The things I wish I had done
And I knew I must wait
Until I passed through the gate
To new skies and a new sun
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 8:10 PM UTC
i do have a life of my own.
not everything i do revolves around you.
lately i've minimised my contact and relations i have with you.
and you're my best friend.
something has changed in you and i don't seem to connect anymore.
i think i realised this change of personality on New Years Day.
when the question was asked; 'what is your ultimate goal for this year ahead of us?'
'to **** as many guys as i can possible'
i mean that's cool and all.
and like i suppose i support you in anything you do..
but its different.
'to be content with myself and figure out my future'
that was my answer..
it seems like our answers could never actually come from best friends.
or at least that's my opinion.
but i think i've come to realise that i do not want you in my life if that is your biggest goal of this year.
but you act like its all a joke because you've realised that you will never have the potential to do something worthwhile.
too late now i suppose.
and you spring up a plan on me for a week ahead to be out of town for almost a week.
after evaluating it all, i found out i am unable to go due to prior commitments.
you know..? like things you promise to do and won't change if other things come up.
but you don't know that..
once i was upset so you sent me a text saying that we're having a confrontation that arvo only for you to blow it off and **** your boyfriend instead.
i can genuinely say that i was depressed and was on the verge of suicide and just knowing the level of importance i had to you nearly sent me over the edge.
i hope you're happy... with yourself.
as when i told you that i couldn't attend, you attempt to convince yourself that the trip will now be "mega sucky".
but in the same minute you send a message asking with exclamation points and all if it was still okay for you to go with the girl you replaced me with.
you didn't just replace me on this trip..
you replaced me as your best friend.
and i'm not coming back..
i guess that's "mega sucky"
**** to **** *****
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 5:37 AM UTC
I went to bed whit intentions of sleeping…
I knew i wasn’t sleepy at all…
2hours went by but i was stil wide awake…
i played music, but it was annoying me…
I logged on mxit but couldn’t chat, nobody was online…
I tried to think but my mind was all negative to a point were i even thought of goin 2 watch tv…
I went through my phone book but couldn’t call anybody…
I askd my self questions and eventually answered my self…
As i answered my self more and more questions came to my mind…
I took time to pray and it helped to calm down…
I tried sleeping again but the same thing happened, i couldn’t sleep…
I was wondering if i had problems but couldn’t agree whit the truth…
I was in denial…
I smiled but deep inside i laughed sarcastically towards my self…
I started to have a headache…
Then i accepted im not happy …
I was wondering why…
I ignored the real answer …
Eventualy i took a decision of going to the kitchen to drink water so that the headache could be minimised…
It never worked…
I tried to update my facebook status but my mind went blank….
I listend 2 Larry Head my mind came at ease…
Simply bbecause i realised that my problem was not my problem…
It was ssomeone else problem but just bbecause i care and i tried to figure it out to see a smile on your face again…
Remember 4 u 2 find de cure u must knw de cause!
The is nothing wrong with caring for your loved ones
Dont let your worries become stress
Life its self is a gift from God
When you are stressing you ain’t really living…
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 3:29 AM UTC
An pleasant night...Amore mild ,than wild.
You..zoomin,stumbling,moving alright
for my most,minimised sets of vision insights.
Made in...moved in for meeting without no consciences of moonshine.
We Smiled..it shined,tough to deny the uprise..the valued climb.
Where everything seems to rhyme.
Or was i at the center of meltdown on my melting point.And you kept mesmerising.
It took a'while to memorise..you were too mazed to measurise,to my surprise.
Or was it you,on the monocyclic ride in &off; my mind.And i'd still moo down like an moonbeam ,my way.
Morphed down,above some waves...moss hags, mrches across our way,the muted disguise.
Dis-mantling apart my motor cortex and hers as well.
Motoring,defflexing us far away
Misprized off,what we hold of
we were misplaced...mislayed so cruel,the perfect mishap.
Waving off,from the monstrance of our retraction
irreticulating without no demise
Avowed i stood by..Upon those marks,beyond the maze of multiplicated edges
'Hope they'll know..Coz we knw weGA
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 7:27 AM UTC
sobriety, they say, is the best for a broken mind. and that's okay if you've been through it all. but if you haven't, how do we, the broken ones, understand that you're not lying?
i've tried to relieve the demons in my head from eating anymore happiness.
the section of my brain that once held happiness is slowly being minimised and that's why i'm not okay. do you understand?
i'll push you away. i'll act like i hate you. i'll think you hate me even though you've told me over a hundred times in one conversation that you love me.
and you'll say you understand, you'll stay that you'll be there through it all, but again, that's what everybody i've told says.
you aren't going to stick around forever with somebody that doesn't accept the love and the compliments you give them.
you'll soon see her as merely somebody you used to know. a human that cuts their own skin and tries to end their life because they can't take it anymore.
and when i'm gone, you'll say you "tried" but all you did was left.
you left me when i needed you.
when i was desperate for your embrace, you were gone.
you were with her.
(a.t)
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 8:32 AM UTC
Spring time dew drips onto a blossoming bud
Each a piece of sustenance for a growing life
Enchanted by a combination of mere light
It starts to sprout leaves and stand firm.
They exclaimed of the beauty of a poppy
I knew little on flowers nor its effect
For all I could see did not reflect
the true art of growing a flower.
I watched the flower open up;
it's petal pushed pride upon its stem
But I knew little on flowers once again
And all I could see held no value.
The flower spoke to me by the breeze
A gentle aroma to remind me to 'open up'
and most nights, a poem is merely close enough
But coated words can only confuse the soul.
So I open up to you
You who have told me to **** myself
As though you build a life raft
and with blinding rage labeled it help
only to ever refuse me a seat.
You told me I was dressed like a furniture
as though wood and fabric could ever
equate to the spirit and soul of a man,
because the soul of a man can grow infinite
And in that brief second, that brief minute
your words left your mouth; you fired artillery
a mistaken hatred poured from your lips
to those who may have unshapely hips
to those who found it harder to deal with you
than it was to sit a ******* calculus exam.
...
It didn't have to be this way;
you didn't have to find those things to say,
as though the way I'm dressed
was only ever meant to impressed blind hearts
so you found time to tear me apart
just because I had on clothes that did not match yours
nor did dress as though I was built to mop floors
but I dressed as I liked.
I dressed as I liked
And after meeting you
an infinite closet
became minimised to
'Maybe I'll just stay inside'
and life became an everyday game of
hide and seek where those hiding
didn't really know what they were hiding from.
I've seen your smile as I let out a single sigh
between broken words, you tainted my spirit
And you burned fires with something fierce.
'I did not get hurt by your words',
I'll tell myself over and over
hoping that maybe this chapter has a closure
so I awake to every morning, avoiding your stares
hoping that you weren't there
because out of all the places you could be
you demolished your way into my world
and fired trajectories of hate only to ever make one mistake
you never really took the time to know me.
Those words didn't hurt me...
I kept telling myself that...
And those artillery made no impact...
I kept telling myself that...
hoping that none of it were true
that you were wrong
because out of all the pain I felt
it all originated from you.
I didn't know I was supposed to cry at a joke
...
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 8:03 AM UTC
I suffered from severe Migraine attacks. I experience bouts that I cannot differentiate what's what. I have no one to back me up when needed, people think that I'm crazy for many things and not many believe in my ability. Few friends left me for what is not my conscious mistake, and few more just keep me aside. My failures always outnumbered my successes. And frankly I have no single person to rely upon in my toughest times (of course few helped me out and I'm always thankful).
But I always keep going.
I work a way around when needed.
I conquered Migraine, minimised dyslexic effects.
I never appear pathetic.
Most of the day I laugh/smile.
I never (majority of days) feel tired at the end of the day, and carry the same energy levels all through the day. How?
My biggest ally is my integrity, and my best friend is HOPE. HOPE, my friends, it's my best friend.
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 1:33 PM UTC
preserved breviaries Catholic, properly categorised
plenty of answers many questions added to, juxtaposition
of many images, a precise definition
of antagonisation, sycophantic normal positions despised
totally, military misers accused of ensnarement orderly memorialised
properties properly improved, revealed superstition
and suspicion, doubtfully splendid spirited perdition
distinguished, heirs of documents are identified, minimised
images and boors' occupied regions, grandiose
sciences are indeterminable, safely secured benefits
for runic understandings pretentious
obstinate beasts acquire in disruption, types of otiose
considerations ill-prepared to deal with credits
and debts for answering questions licentious
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 6:48 AM UTC
Now that you’re here
I have dreamt my cure
Before you came
I tried everything
Holes in my skull
And scalpels
Hooks
And probes
Ossified
And terrorised
Minimised
Each time I tried
The fire
The cup
The blood and the Knife
But the loss
Of innate heat
Is the basic condition of life
Before you came
I considered the seasons
Took note of the winds
But extreme cures
Are what's needed
For extreme ills
Now that Im yours
Now you are mine
Now that you’re here
I have dreamt my cure
You hold in your hands
So small and so white
The end
To this history of medicine
The key to release
Me from this ******
And lifelong plight
The event of my body
The broth of my brain
Your eyes and your beauty
Your beautiful mind
And your beautiful shame
This merging of elements
These tears in the rain
My Fire, my Earth and my Water
My Air
Now that you’re here
Now that you are here
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 3:37 PM UTC
You're only half an hour away,
I would send you ten flowers a day,
Only if that half hour minimised,
To an almost unseeable size,
So I can feel you the way you feel me...
I only saw you two days ago,
But something feels amiss,
Because even though,
You're close, you're someone I still miss.
Even though the word friend,
Half contains the word end,
I know that as we are right now,
We won't ever end.
I have to thank you for that.
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 6:43 AM UTC