"minimizing" poems
Of serene eyes that follow gently
the illicit pill she could not let go
it was heavy as the waters pulling her inside
serenading her with an estranged voice
coming from within —
her minimizing the desire to let it out
as the sun quiets down
and the gibbous moon exhibiting itself at night,
resisting the waves occurring —
as if it loathed her whole being
of her justness and the absence of these causes
her grieving and the sirens waltzing,
talking through an absentminded eye
eyeing her soul
finding love that seizes it
but hers were two feet and one mouth to breathe in
even in all shades of blue,
she can get a glimpse of the dark hue
illuminating the downside of the ocean
pulling her, wrecking her soul.
Redemption does not lie —
humoring her with plainly just truth
craving for the applause of the moon
only observing the depth of the ocean
eating the once alive soul
of her saving her last breath,
chiming in with the conversation, she
once had with him.
It could have been nice the resistance
he once had — to throw himself out
to the beauty of his light that shed
her whole body
he once was able to have
and he stayed there, eyed her the whole time
being eaten on the lonesome of the night
for he himself, shading all the blueness
like a requiem for the dreams
she kept on having
like a composition giving life
to new generations, he was still on
a token and a curse, and he let her be —
in all shades of blue.
Jul 11, 2022
Jul 11, 2022 at 5:21 AM UTC
I was raised by a pack of fools
Who proclaim Caucasians are the best.
And are glad to fight, at the drop of a hint
To put the whole matter to the test.
They have an entire joke routine
And descriptive names they repeat
In minimizing and insisting that
Their right to decent treatment isn’t real.
There are references to some animals
And unfunny comments about color.
The statements about characteristics
Of body and features always go together
With a special set of gross anecdotes
To cover any kind of non-Christian belief.
And the refusal to consider equality
As a decent attitude stands in bright relief.
Beneath all this horror, not very deep,
Lies a sickening river of hate and fear
That fails to improve as education is
Rejected year after disgusting year.
Pointing out the error of their ways
Might earn you a punch in the eye
But the bigot hangs on to their rage
And never gives fellowship a try.
The American Bigot claims to be
A staunch Christian all the way through
Which forces them to hate and cheat
And lie as much as Jesus would do.
Of course, we know that Jesus was
A preacher of love and acceptance
But it seems that bigots never quite
Made that Jesus’ acquaintance.
So, here we can see we need to add
Some terms to this kind of individual
Whose relationship to peace and love
Is at best slight, scant and residual.
We also need to append to their titles
Of masters of anger fear and prejudice
The unhealthy pallor of indecency,
Dishonesty, inhumanity and cowardice.
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 11:33 PM UTC
all day on the brink
saline hinging on lashes
reading minds far away
fortune-telling actions
and overgeneralizing
filtering the nonsense
to make room for the
nonsensical
minimizing positivity
maximizing black and
white negatives
focusing on despair
internal anguish;
vicious cycle of
irrationality
automatically
a day in the life
inside of me
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 6:18 PM UTC
"If we go to war with Syria;
I ******* hope we get attacked by Russia or China:
no one should stand for that wont of Aggression.
It's a ******* shame
anyone has
at all
so far.
War is a disgrace
to Humanity as a whole,
much less our particular
dis-edified Nation.
World War Three will begin
as a False Flag attack.
We need external regulation;
we fail as regulators.
Minimizing Human loss
by replacing Humans on our aggressive side
with Drones and Electromagnetic Radiation
striking the "defensive"
(read: sometimes arguably innocent)
side;
combine this with:
Critical Thinking,
Morality,
and History,
and I reach one resoundingly solid conclusion:
IMPEACH OBAMA;
use the tools we still have:
IMPEACH OBAMA
*Impeachment is our DUTY as CITIZENS of a "DEMOCRACY"
**IMPEACH THAT ************
-
-Jai guru deva, Om-
"*WAR IS OVER, IF YOU WANT IT;
BUT YOU'VE REALLY GOT TO WANT IT.**"
-John Lennon*
Sep 7, 2013
Sep 7, 2013 at 6:40 PM UTC
As I break free from chains,
I attain freedom in this birth.
Minimizing rebirth probability,
I am feeling blessed all the time.
Freedom from the tangles of time,
I must correctly take some time off.
Happily enjoying my purest love life,
I escape from the tight and stiff rules,
Undermining rules of a hostile society.
I am truly in love.
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 4:39 AM UTC
The ball bounced over
and I, ever ignorant, picked it up
And looked around expectantly
Hoping to throw it back
And finally, for once, join in a game, any game.
"Oh no, she has it now,"
A whisper said
My brown hands gripped the ball
Tighter as if
that could
help
Summoning up my courage
I walked over to one girl
Call her Bonnie, if you like.
I say
In broken English
"Drop you, take this?"
"Thanks"
sarcasm replies
as fingers slowly take it
minimizing contact
When I turn back
Bonnie throws the ball at the ground
and uses her hand-sanitizer
As if possessed.
That night, at home, in the shower,
I scrubbed and scrubbed
Trying to
Destroy
My brown
disease.
Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 3:27 PM UTC
My iridescent wings fall to the ground as I hear a tapping on the wall.
A promise was broken.
Violent, repetitive, ringing relentlessly through my ears. I am growing weaker by the sheer sound of it and I've lost my ability to fly away. I start shrinking, shriveling, minimizing to a small bundled form. Without warning, plates cascade around me forming a cold metal cocoon.
This is what I never thought I'd feel, what I never thought I'd see. This is hopelessness, insecurity, low self esteem, this is my own bitter purgatory imprisoning my limbs and encaging the full extent of my body.
It's like a snow storm in the middle of summer, a lone wolf lost in unknown woods. It's like a being trapped in a cave with no light or sound, and when you scream, you're lucky if you hear so much as an echo.
This is demetamorphisis.
The ultimate loss of hope in the universe. I see no cracks of light shining through, I can no longer smell of the sweet scent of grass, or taste the warmth of the sun. I can't grow or learn, I can only just "be." I am stuck and for now there is no way out because no one actually knows that this is happening.
This is just another way of coping.
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 12:46 PM UTC
Alone?
Feel incredibly unloved and unwanted?
Because the only person
that would love to spend the
whole day
With you...
is your one year old.
And that’s only because
she spends the most time
With you
And you’re her buddy.
I’m not minimizing that love
or taking it for granted.
But it’s hurtful
not to be just ONE person’s
first pick.
Their favorite human,
their best friend.
Someone who wants to share
Moments,
Stresses
And memories
With each other.
Because you simply,
mean that much to them.
That is why my heart
is sore.
May 16, 2021
May 16, 2021 at 10:47 PM UTC
To the girl who lies awake
Who cannot remember a time
She wasn't crying
She wasn't aching
She wasn't struggling
To breathe, to love, to live
To the girl
Who cannot see
Through the broken glass
Thick with the words of others
Who has been called
Nothing
Worthless
Annoying
Or sensitive
To the girl who has been told
You are not strong
You are not smart
You are not capable
To the girls who have been told
To keep their mouths shut
To obey
To conform
To stop fighting
To the WOMEN
Because we should stop
Calling you girls
We should stop limiting your potential
Minimizing your pain
Generalizing your struggles
To the WOMEN
With voices
And opinions
And emotions
To the WOMEN
Who fight day in and day out
To the WOMEN
Who have been told
Your pain is less than another's
Your story is not important
Your testimony is not
Enough
To all of the women
Who have seen and felt and wanted
Who have loved and hated
Who have been hurt
Oppressed
And smothered
To the women who remember
The very last day of their girlhood
With painful clarity
To the women who hear us
And cannot speak
To the women who have been waiting
For this movement
This is for the women who have watched us
Screaming at the top of our lungs
Fighting for this moment
For change
For a new world where our daughters
May walk with their heads held high
Where our sisters
May march like warriors
And KNOW
That there is fire in their blood
Where our mothers
May watch us manipulate our destiny
And carve out our dreams among the stars
So the we may sit in thrones
Alongside them
Because we are mighty
We are fierce
And we are where we are today
Because of the sacrifices they made
The women before us
Suffering
Despairing
And fighting
We will not give up
We will not give in
This is to all of my sisters
Women who feel the same calling
Who feel the defiance
Burning in their eyes
In the faces of their oppressors
This is to my sisters
Who feel they do not have the voice
Or the strength
Or the will
To keep fighting
We will fight for you
We will carry you
We will be your voice
We are no longer alone
And fear no longer has a say here
Time's up
And the time is now
We will rip the muzzles from our mouths
And we will scream
Until the streets run red
With the truth we live
Every
Single
Day
We will not be silenced
We will not be stopped
We will ferociously
And furiously
And fearlessly
Fight
The bonds will break
The earth will rattle beneath our feet
And we will bring a change with us
That will ripple through time
So that our granddaughters may sing
A song full of freedom
This is to all of you
A promise
An invitation
I will fight for you
My voice will join the millions of others
And I will stand
Until my legs fail
And my body crumbles
And even then I will still cry out for you
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 11:31 AM UTC
I can hope
that the door I open
shuffles the words
I want to say
in the right order
at the precise velocity.
Somehow barely
pinching phrases
stretching and minimizing
rectangle ideas that will reflect the standoffish modesty of perfection.
Syllables fly fly fast and aren't heard.
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 8:08 PM UTC
TO: athens
you are a boy born to argue,
confrontation stuck between your gritted grin.
TO: athens
see, a long time ago, before i met you,
i spent far too much of my time apologizing,
minimizing, shrinking my words down until they were fine print.
i was born shy, tongue-tied,
but around you, i am out spoken.
eloquent, concise, not backing down.
TO: athens
and see maybe that’s a bad thing,
two head strong orators always talking over each other.
TO: athens
but i always like who i am with you
TO: athens
an argument
for the sake of argument,
for the sake of laughing over each other’s rebuttals,
for the sake of starting conversation,
for the sake of digging around in your heart
TO: athens
i have never disagreed with someone so much
and still liked them this much at the end of the conversation
TO: athens
i want to argue with you for the rest of my life
TO: athens
when i am tipsy and loud and laughing and leaning too close
to you on the couch,
and drunk enough to see the stars in your eyes
through any of the light pollution,
i imagine if i kissed you it would taste like franzia.
TO: athens
you are easy but i always try too hard
TO: athens
no, baby, you are impossible
and i know i’m ****** and difficult, but you and me?
that’s easy. **** that’s easy.
TO: athens
i used to think of love as frantic, thrumming,
and then i met you and realizes it could sneak up on you,
quiet and comfortable and unnoticed
until it’s everywhere
and you don’t know how to scrub out the stains
TO: athens
you make me smile, simple as that
TO: athens
and to catch your eye across the room,
the laughter still stuck in my throat, maybe that’s what
i’ve been searching through other people for.
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 10:19 AM UTC
Another day of cheer opens door wide
Bequeathing all with plenty of fun to play
Catering to the needs of all at anytime!
Delight after delight increases interest
Enchanting brim full of bubbles of joy
Floating everywhere in the feast full!
Gathering friends meet companions
Hugging with humorous thoughts ever
In the dreams of the past glory immortal!
Joint partners in play revel in merry making,
Keep all with glasses never minimizing at all
Losing or winning without minding time...!
Moments of joy never to be forgotten in life
Neither the winner nor the loser ever bothers
Openly losing one's Self as rivers in the ocean!
Pure heart of gold caring all with comforts only
Queen of heart can do so in revelry of ace class
Rejoicing in the occasion quite grande in scale!
Surfing on the waves of fantasy all forget world
That has progressed accumulating problems As
Universe only can accommodate their proportion!
Vertically and horizontally all things explored
World of woes is kept at the back burner ever;
Xerox of it only kept for ready reference however!
Year long striving is made to disappear by feast
Zigzagging over woes with new found solutions!
Dec 15, 2011
Dec 15, 2011 at 11:38 AM UTC
i wouldn't know which would be easier
to roll down the hill
or fall straight to the ground
cause either of the two will bring me down
i wouldn't know which is the lesser evil
to snap right then and there
or to fall apart slow
cause either way i'm bound to break
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 10:18 PM UTC
Feeble-minded brains begin at youth,
Starting across bridges of developmental growth.
Family teaches us the norms and values,
Instructing kids to walk the proper line through discipline.
Educators preach the knowledge from books,
Lecturing the learned skills needed to reach logical paths.
Living is a continuous cycle of discovery that never ends,
Due to an overpass that leads to unlimited information.
Share your wisdom with the younger generation,
So they can evolve into wise people while minimizing mistakes.
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 6:50 PM UTC
The power of play 🧸✨
Is more than just a mechanism to keep the blues away 😔✨
It is the catalyst 🔥✨
To self exploration 🌈✨
Learning what I like and don’t like 👍✨
Coming to terms with feelings 💧✨
Minimizing future frustrations 👹✨
Acquiring knowledge with meaning 📚✨
Jul 8, 2021
Jul 8, 2021 at 1:16 PM UTC
With the blank slate before me
I recognize that memories, like secrets
are hard to keep.
Watching the white on the empty canvas
I remember the white on her dress
which deteriorates to purple and blue, with time.
Even her eyes, so many hours spent staring
are fading away.
But even in this mess of
failed relationships and
melting pools, even in this,
I believe it is
still alive, I believe that the sparks and spikes
and blocks of ice are just as cold as you
remember. I want to dance in the snowfall of our youth,
the fountains freezing as soon as the
liquid hits the air. The chill that permeates the
skin, the wind blowing through
veins. I find myself wanting, wanting.
But we keep keep on keep on
moving forward as
new obstacles emerge, protruding from the ground
four feet, five feet, six feet in front of where we are
walking. The smooth path is neither hope nor
memory, just an echo falling off the
cliffs in my subconscious.
But this is this is all we are.
And we go go hush hush
crouched in gardens hidden by roses and daisies.
And the daisies remind me of her and
her pink green orange dresses that all fade
to gray looking back in the fog.
That trip over the bridge took
so long on a broken tandem bicycle.
I could barely see the fringe of her skirt
get caught in the chain.
When I rediscover the artifacts of our
lost romance, the tube of rose-colored
lipstick leaning nonchalantly
against a corner in my bedroom
I switch, sweep it all up
into a pile that holds a decade of color
threatening to burn a hole in the carpet.
But my dreams are losing it,
the faces all ****** and solid
the movements rhythmic and calculated
the reds and greens and yellows turning to gray
the outlines coming in, minimizing the frame
until I’m left with a blank canvas
a scorched carpet
and a palate with colors ranging from white
to white
and back again.
Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 4:44 PM UTC
The way that I've arranged my life,
I've left no time to feel.
This anesthetic works so well
I never do reveal
my feelings even to myself
or to those close to me.
By keeping busy all the time
I act like I am free,
and if I have some time to spare
I fill it up real fast,
and pray this numbing sedative
is somehow going to last.
When nosey people question me
I hasten to explain
this is my plan to get through life
by minimizing pain,
and yet at times I lie awake
obsessed by sudden doubt—
I worry that I'm just a fool
and somehow missing out.
I do not hope to really live
but merely to survive,
but will I mourn when I'm near death
not having been alive?
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 10:00 PM UTC
The sky turns white, though the sun remains bright
Minimizing her pupils to leave just pale crystal *****
That show my future in a lasting gaze,
Slipping and sliding the shivers away.
The snowflakes drop like her whispers in bed
Landing softly like decorations on top of her head.
Though bundled away to escape the cold,
Her warmth emanates, melting my soul.
The commuters drive slow causing traffic to grow.
I pump up the heat and kick back my feet;
Alone with rhythmic tunes and a satisfied mind,
Appreciating the sights and enjoying the ride.
The sweaters and hoodies, mittens and scarves,
Make the evident depth of her eyes loom large.
Tender, the feeling of huddling for warmth;
Innocent, the beauty that surrounds me these days.
Cold and dreary, the winter comes;
To warmer places they wish to run.
There’s warmth to be found right outside the walls.
So ask - do I mind the winter?
No, not at all.
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 11:57 PM UTC
I give up, completely and fully.
I expel, withdraw, and drop all thoughts of him.
Belittle him from my memory as has me from his heart.
But I can't help reflect as I dissolve from his core,
Minimizing 700 days of your magnitude.
I'm the magnanimous, hopeful fool who believed that he would either evaporate or metamorphose.
Though, neither has happened.
I unwillingly must judge all present, past, and future feelings towards him.
From the alluring curls of your mouth, to the moment you presented the words that changed my heart, to every lamentable cry that soaked my pillows, to our first embrace, as our lips held each others... to every burden I felt to the depths of my stomach, to every wasted moment, so many ****** moments that could have been spent on much better than him, and I'm stuck.
As always, waiting for the fight you'd make for me.
But the only one who is fighting the possibility of me giving up is, in fact, myself.
700 days waited and wasted, I expel all further fights.
Jul 7, 2012
Jul 7, 2012 at 10:47 PM UTC
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aaabbbcccdddeeevery word, thought, feeling made simple by those and that which create it fffggghhhow am I suppose to find the bigger picture in this world of I SPY, CSI, and magnified screens, text, and images iiijjjkkklllet me suppose we do it without conscious regard for the bigger picture, but I cannot believe that when we scrutinize each other to the point of minimizing each other’s soul, purpose, and individuality mmmnnnooopppqqquite the notion when you examine the world around us and its ever outward expansion by mans technology, freethinking mind, and unquenchable reach rrrssstttuuuvvvery ironic as I focus on the letters that give me inspiration yet cling to the words that give voice to my every fleeting thought wwwxxxyyyzzzero chance that my message finds a bigger paper, forum, or world for the letters that make them up do not scream loud enough for the worlds magnifying glass to hear zzzyyyxxxwwwith ever black to white click of thought it becomes analyzed by the grammatically correct, socially adept, and economically sept vvvuuutttsssrrreveling itself in form, purpose, and motivation as my numbers climb with the amount of eyes that these words find qqqpppooonnnmmmy own ego lost in a numbers game and battle of the words, played against my own self doubt and an ever changing world lllkkkjjjiiilluminated by an audience whose thoughts are much like my own, who play under the same lights and are surrounded by the same dome hhhgggffforever screaming in black and white as the world spins in color, reveled in pictures but structured in letters and numbers eeedddcccbbbaaalone we must all feel as we stare at the big picture and the underlining letters, while our life moves beyond the sight of our glass
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Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 5:08 PM UTC
What is real life like ?
always mistreated, always misjudged always sad the cause of her pain was not us or others but someone whom she accepted to live her entire life with, whom promised to cherish and share the good as well as the bad times, a happy ever ending full of love and prosperity , now take off the happy , love and prosperity and replace it with sadness, hate and misery
Not very encouraging isnt it , when you are meant to live your entire life with that person , a life that was supposed to be defined As comfort and love, but instead you live it with those 3 words How do u think it will be? Oh u hve no idea because if you havent been thru it or seen it by ur eyes u will never believe it or feel it , u will be smartly convinced that it is not true but just some arrogant young lady who's complaining about her life, a life that must be a dream for many others ... When you live in a world where bribing is the basic method for bringing silence and what i mean by silence is the unfairness and prejudice,
bribing is not always by money as many others believe , it's more of brainwash. Now let me continue the sad ever ending story
For this life every new day becomes worse than the past ones, more terrific, horrific and catastrophic, when you are young ,you are more pain tolerant and patient ,you may be kind and forgiving but as u start growing older all of those qualities start minimizing creating the whole problem because you become unable to control your feelings, fears and nerves , but it's also when everyone starts blaming you for mistakes you have done in the past while forgetting that they were the reason to all of that, being forced to accept this pain and asked to be courageous and strong for those kids but what really counts for them is not the wellbeing of the kids as much as their own wellbeing, consequently creating a silent volcano that was waiting for nothing but a little move to explode .
Neeza.❤️
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 6:02 PM UTC
the seed
nestled in the safety
of the soil
enveloped by pressure
looks upward and hopes to grow
slowly
inching
further
the seed charts its course
each step
feeling the weight of earth
pressing downward
as it breaks
the green exposed
the world pushes back
"am i not supposed to see the surface?"
the seedling asks itself
confused and shamed
shunned
it retreats
it tries again
asking forgiveness for its persistence
minimizing its existence
struggling to fit into cracks already exposed
rather than forge them anew
slithering through
the path forces it farther away
it reaches the top
but here there's no sun
angry
the seedling wonders why
she must say sorry in order to grow
and that her dreams are cause for apologies
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 11:33 PM UTC
I'm in a corner
minimizing wasted space
huffing particles of dust
if you leave me in the rain
I will surely rust
in the corner
in the dark of
the silent hours
Jul 26, 2012
Jul 26, 2012 at 1:24 AM UTC
I fell badly he says in painful groan
His hand plastered for the broken bone
*I didn’t slip nor in walk do I sleep
Or move in worries buried deep!
But still I fell in broad daylight
In clear view and clean eyesight
Without a pothole a hidden bump
Walking without a hop or a jump!
It’s painful though I don’t mind
God is so great He is so kind
He led me like a true guide
Ensuring I fall on my left side.
It's His way of showing grace
minimizing harm lessening distress
with my right hand working and free
my life is as normal as could be!*
Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 10:47 AM UTC