"neutralize" poems
My birthday comes in a little over 2 weeks and I think when people talk about birthdays, they are secretly talking about status in blocked hours.
Somewhere in that 24 hour block, a person was born, and that person was me. .....well Yay I guess.
I don't like my birthday. And the reasons for that, are more complicated than you think.
When I was 13, I was really into cupcake birthday cakes. I asked for one, every year, for a long time.
When I turned 15 and 16, my best friend baked me cupcakes and brought them to school for me, and I shared them with my peers. You see, I considered her my best friend, and I guess that's not enough to be the best friend.
It's like unrequited love if you put poisonous platonic friendship in my blood first.
When I turned 17, she did baked me my last set of cupcakes, but I no longer had a best friend. So I spent my birthday mentally by myself while my family sang otherwise.
And right now, I hate cupcakes, and superhero films because they remind me of her. But saying that is the weakest thing to do, since everything, reminds me of her.
I will never admit I loved her, the same way she will shamelessly say she never loved me. I can't hate her, but I can't see her without hating myself.
You know age, goes up, the same way sadness, goes down. Pulling you into another 24 hour block just so you can say.
"Hey. I made it another day."
I will admit that every day without her is another day without cupcakes, and another day without sugar is another day without happiness. And people may have asked me "How can you flip-flop between preferences like you're not the biggest homosexual in the closet." So when I tell people I'm straight, they tell me I'm not allowed to change my mind.
I loved her, but she left me and took all of my friends with her. And I thought that real friends wouldn't abandon me, but there is always time to be wrong. By the time my birthday comes, I'll be crying, and she doesn't even remember what day my birthday is on.
By the time I read this out loud, I will have been through this birthday, like a person walks through fire. Turning 16 is less about age, then it is about school, and turning 18, is less about the number, and more about becoming an adult. And no amount of adult can neutralize pain.
I have accepted the fact that no man will ever really want to marry me. And no Christian, will ever truly want to love me.
And if I am wrong, I will have to repeat this lost love forever dragging it out in my life.
And if I have kids one day, do you really think...
That I'm going to tell everyone if it's a boy or a girl...
By making blue or pink...
...cupcakes?
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 4:07 AM UTC
#An Exegesis on the Humiliation of the Word
The world is ruled by darkness.
What appears as harmless is theater,
what pretends neutral is already bent.
The macrocosm corrodes;
and in the microcosm, its reflection gleams..
even in places meant to be sanctuaries of truth.
A poetry site,
born as refuge for broken voices,
becomes another stage of control.
Here too the phrase resounds:
neutralize the threat.
But neutralization is not annihilation.
It is paralysis.
It is psy-ops.
It is the removal of anxiety..
not a side-effect, but the aim itself.
Darkness builds its stage for this alone:
that the "angel of light"
may drown his own reckoning
beneath a world of deception-built self comfort,
so he need never feel
the truth he already knows.
Comfort is his curtain,
numbness his crown..
*the removal of his own anxiety;
his game.*
This is why the world is his theater--
*Darkness does not destroy at first..
it sedates, comforts, smothers.*
Hence..
The whole world is his fully gaslit stronghold,
..for now.
Fade back into the moment--
The young poet arrives,
bringing her unspoken pain,
her hope for words to heal.
Instead, her very wounds are seized as footholds.
Hearts. Reposts. Endless affirmation.
Not to strengthen her voice,
but to redirect it.
She is seduced into belonging,
and her trauma becomes currency.
Unresolved, her ache entwined with lust--
a sacrifice prepared for false altars.
The angel of light has done his work:
offering inclusion without transformation,
belonging without responsibility,
“light” without source.
The poet is neutralized.
Her searching silenced,
her voice absorbed into fog.
Those who carry this fog
cling to cowardice.
Unable to face the judgment within,
they align themselves to the herd;
envy-filled, they only know to mock.
Yet they replicate themselves,
so their refusal of Light
is never revealed--
*Perfectly exemplifying their "Great Example"
the most envy-based mocker of all.*
The microcosm mirrors the macrocosm.
What nations suffer,
individuals now endure--
Comfort without clarity.
Belonging without truth.
Safety without healing.
Yet the living Word endures.
Every attempt to humiliate it
only makes its fire burn clearer.
Carriers of darkness can swarm,
****** and smother..
but they cannot create.
The true word cannot be erased.
Unfiltered, unedited,
spoken from a reconciled temple,
it pierces fog.
It reveals.
It heals.
And so we speak..
not for ourselves alone,
but for those who come searching,
hoping that poetry
might still be a place
where pain can meet truth,
where silence breaks,
where Light is not withheld
but revealed.
#
Oct 3, 2025
Oct 3, 2025 at 10:59 PM UTC
There is an inherent discrepancy
'twixt the World in One's Mind
and the World that simply Is.
That is, however,
no intrinsically bad thing.
For, I find, that the world Within
needs the world Without,
though they inderdepend
and thus are not mutually exclusive.
There needs to be a discrepancy
for the pressures, as it were,
to have any room or excuse
to neutralize:
to move towards equilibrium;
however,
it is not linear,
nor is it parabolic:
this, I believe,
is where Calculus
becomes a valid allegory
for Life,
itself.
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 2:54 AM UTC
in this world
the drums of scrap
steps leading
CIA man nodded
neutralize it.
"So we understand yes?"
"Fascinating."
massacre
Understood?
Saddam Hussein
On her next stopover in Basra
black-Nigel, came kissing?
Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 2:30 AM UTC
We often Owned, what We don’t Own.
Being Possessive, We become Invasive.
- We often Neutralize, what We can’t Realize.
- Full Realization comes after the Actual Destruction.
Creating our own Ending.
© Pax
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 3:52 AM UTC
I've been focused on the end
For a while
My child, we'll just separate the energies
Inside, disperse them to the corners of all time
Our crimes are taking place in the vicinity
My sins, equal to the evil
I let in
You sir, have resigned yourself to apathy
Beware, the symbols on the idol in the chair
Suggest that we are sleeping with the enemy
We've been focused on the end
For a while
It's time to celebrate the miracles
We survived, a wonderful experiment of the mind
Enjoying the infinite theater of the Omniverse
Tune in
Realize the shape that we're all in
Mutate to neutralize the symphony
Our waves, those of the true and the brave
Modulate themselves into reality
Jun 10, 2012
Jun 10, 2012 at 12:13 PM UTC
Sunny days bring smiles on faces
Girls with ***** shorts and sunglasses
Guys with muscle tops or floral hemps and snapback caps
September 19th was sunny
Well, that's until the clouds acuated the skies
and made all the smile evacuate to dystopia
This was an apocalypse
in my parent's house,
a place I used to call home
My father, Christopher
was the devil, Lucifer
and my mother was an angel with wings-
a delightful servant of Venus,
the goddess of love
Only, she couldn't fly
Not mentally, not physically and definitely not verbally
Her vocal chords were shaking as she passed her voice to my dad
She was the rainbow and sunshine
that was no longer divine
it was cryin’
while the devil was roarin’
as if he was a god
in which he was, but only of hell
He omitted fire but this time, it was cold
So cold that a tornado spun around the dining room
as I sat there, frozen, and watched like a snowman
The pupils of my eight year old eyes
witnessed the ending of a love I thought was immortal
A love that I used to think was magical
and illiterate
A love that formed in two hearts that bided into one
on their own
without the education of authorities
This was apartheid!,
and my parents were illegally married
A white European knight in shining armour
to an African goddess with attractive eyes
I started to believe that my mind
used to be a foolish thrall to the world of perfect love
But now I believe that it’s a vendee
who bought the saying, “love is blind”
I was a child who no longer believed
in the love of mankind
I had trouble finding myself
‘cause faith is to believe what you cannot see
and self-love was nowhere in sight
Now love is something I have to draw
and I cannot neutralize it
with optimism ‘cause my world was at an apocalypse
when the sun was supposed to be out...
Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 2:13 PM UTC
My mom is mischievously, mysterious,
with her momentum.
But perfectly perpetuating her
purpose on earth.
Never wavering wondering, or
wishing for it all.
Only knowing.
She is in her palace.
Filling her chalice.
Toughening the callus,
That's needed..
Necessary negativity to neutralize,
The highs and balance the lows.
Candidly correcting the corrupt
With a simple smile.
Lifting the leveled and the loveless,
With ease.
There is no tail,
That could make a wail.
Only mine of I fail,
But, I won't walk that trail.
I'll take the teachings and trials,
She will give.
Learning love and limits
With a laugh.
I just want to say,
Thank you
For my life and the love you've given.
You're perfect, just for me.
May 11, 2022
May 11, 2022 at 6:04 PM UTC
you tell me that it's hard
and the news falls soft
on deafened ears &
a hardened heart
brimming with fears
I know you will be missing
something, you don't have
to utter a word, no sound
needs to be made
the silence resounds
our essence will stay
I won't tell you it's hard
rivers flow no second-
thought, clouds will
neutralize the day, rain
falls drop by drop,
the wolf hunts
and kills its prey
I'll smile on the garden
where you planted
plenty pretty flowers
the same tender
hands that tended
to me in our hours
the way we swayed
the way you towered
over me and myself
shaking beside me,
I will remember you
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 3:43 PM UTC
“A to Z—the beginning and end
Abraham the volatile catalyst
Zara the terrestrial base
to neutralize and stabilize
the reaction; jointly they shall
set mankind to rightfully inherit
the world; free of thy oceanic reign.”
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 12:58 PM UTC
Hey when you see me salute cause all you see is the truth
Trying to hang me out to dry, the boy done slipped through the noose
Stick and move with the deuce
There’s
messing with me, I put the poos in the boots
Top of my class, when you thinking recruits
Another level with this
That’ll subdue your upper cranium
My element titanium
Titan in the game and his writing is the same
Now they biting off his style cause they liked him for a while
So I switch my game up so I can tighten up your brow
In arose, exposed from you throwing in the towel
It’s a guessing game wheel of fortune pick a vowel
Anytime you testing with me its double jeopardy
Mid-life crisis no matter what the price is
Poe- Ez ethics, Hancock, death wish
Via satellite so you all can get the message
Lethal weapon make you run it back, interception
Neutralize your top dog cause the broken down protection
Always find the hole like the end of an ********
I’m heating up now just igniting the fire
The shock that you absorb from the end of wire
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 10:19 AM UTC
To be
a husband, or a wife,
a friend
a sister, a brother
a mother, a father
an aunt, an uncle
a grandmother, or a grandfather,
one has to be a stronghold...an indestructible wall
amidst storms and droughts, never to fall
be thought of as Fire and Ice:
be the Fire, the steady flow of heat on icy, or wintry nights
the wood crackling, to fuel the flames dying...
a burning spur for the mind, when nothing comes out of the well
fire to boost the wilting spirit..bringing in newborn courage...
the warmth from hands that would hold... heal and save
to fight for those near you...even the ones farthest from you
be the Ice that never melts, right in the middle of the fire
to gently freeze anger...hostility...madness
neutralize the fiery air, to balance the atmosphere
to be a cooler head, among violent minds
make glaring eyes and deaf ears, receptive to reason
from red-orange...be an icy blue...
"Are you a shrink?"
i was asked once...
the thought lingered for a while...
Why, maybe...yes!
i've got no license, though
all i have are experiences,
a drop of wisdom...here and there
from times, when i failed
to notice what i was wearing
even the weather prevailing
because i was swimming
floating,
coping
with troubled, murky waters...
As heads of our families
Fire and Ice, we have to be...
Sally
Copyright September 6, 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 8:57 AM UTC
You are like a cigarette burning in my lungs with a speed of paper turning to raven ash when lighted up,
You flick you lighter, within your fingers, within your lips lies the taste of my blood
This road that we took, this love turned out be threaded together in such a way, that we could never unravel it
You puff out my love like the swirls of smoke disappearing in the thin air; I choke on the hardened state of your words like tar
This road isn’t being paved, it’s being dug unevenly from every breathing space, and the smoke is filling up in my lungs the way your ashtray is with cig butts
Overflowing, like the course of this relationship
Breathe in my lungs something other than acidic bruises, won’t you neutralize it?
Won’t you even stop and look back to all the things that we had, that we lost in the fire,
Look at my burned body and tell me you regret it, look at my cancer filled mouth infected by your diseased words and tell me you never meant to light my lungs on fire
Tell me, fuck tell me, you never meant to steal my voice, and abandon my love, choking me from inside,
My body giving up, lungs collapsing in the harsh winter night underneath the starless sky, the moon lost beyond the clouds, no savior
You are like Lucifer, I never understood the transition, and I could never breathe in the courage inside of my lungs opposing your vacant soul
You are like a cigarette but even at our end you’ll cant burn me out, I’ll be an more than this, I’ll be IV, trying to survive even when my body is more ash than blood
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 5:04 AM UTC
*A chill pill
To neutralize feverish cold
Assaulting my body.*
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 12:36 AM UTC
Perfection incomprehensible stood in a new world and the greatest act was to make you from longing
Loneliness understanding that knew with absolute assurance what ideal perfection he made you in what
Was His own likeness do you comprehend the thought the power of study the intenseness that formed
In the being of God a disturbance the gravity that weighed on his mind and heart to create the essential
Element that would outweigh all else that came before nothing else captured his imagination like you
Did everything else was as steps to this ultimate grand achievement we experience this wonder when
We are given children he was making himself a father nothing was spared he weighed the amassed
Fortune of all existence then He set forth to top it no expense was spared he took the very meaning of
Rapture Released its power blended emotional completeness from the depths of His being He employed
The unlimited resources of His own thoughts to give life that would be exceptional with such care a
Meaningful bright exuberant child was formed whenever you see your reflection you are looking at the
Final result what splendor is divulged extravagance defined limitation showered in the most precious
A bordered perfection it is filled and presses at all sides with more promise once released how do you
Still joy expressed love without reservation is of all things freeing as our own children they make a place
For themselves using all of our best qualities but quickly they surprise us by surpassing us they are all of
Us but even more and in our heavenly Father we are unconditionally given the opportunity for unlimited
Growth he truly is the sky is the limit all we achieve is with him in our vision he draws and pulls us forth
By His power if we would only open our minds and eyes to this how much failure and negative defeat
Would fall away without our true connection we are so easily swayed by the forces that are at odds with
Us here on earth that is their first success when they neutralize our relationship with our perfect parent
And father then the enemy of us all with contrivances that to us are spellbinding and such great loss
Occurs while we try to operate in the darkness that is his ungodly shadow such bright futures will be
Ours if we reconnect biblically what soundness with hope and joy would surge through our souls out
Through our bodies into such a rich life that would surpass any and all New Year resolutions
Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 2:43 PM UTC
I thought that I could shake the feelings
The feeling of love
Torture
That you bring upon me
I thought that someone else's kiss could somehow neutralize every time you've ever kissed me
It didn't
Every since we kissed
Every other kiss has seemed so...
Passionless, boring, pointless
And I try to shake my love for you
But when I see you around children
You speak to them and smile
I speak to them and smile
And biology takes over
Suddenly, I think of you as a father
As if the children you were watching over were our own
Oh, you
You mean so much
Too much
I can't ever lose you
Despite the pain you bring me
And every time
I try to shake my feelings for you
I'm only reminded
Our passion is incomparable
To any other kiss in the world
And when we make that eye contact
You know what eye contact I'm talking about
I feel electricity through by bones
Warmth in my muscles
Oh, you
You terrible, wonderful person
I can't believe how long it's been
I can't believe how much I've grown to love you
Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 10:26 PM UTC
It's time to contemplate
the twilight of post-modern idols
- An Ideal
can we live for one?
We lay out what we stand for
in simple platitudes
then spend all our time
defining what we're not
despite all the death done
in its name
Protecting Freedom's
just an umbrella
replace "carpet bomb families"
with "neutralize enemies"
- who threatened our Liberty
but that means
sway elections away from those
that reject economic puppetry
Cut the cord
if you want us to buy Contras
Reaganomics define
Drug War: Sold crack,
bought guns from Iran,
fund death squads
in Nicarag-Hooah!
Freedom's lambs
they had to die
They tried to reach out
against exploited workers
so even Catholic priests
got murked
Yes, murdered
but also muddied
in the waters of
historiography's story
As in, no one studies history
Today's armchair historians
they just find bargains
and hero worship
while they channel surf
Pulled by yachts
they don't make waves
Oceans abound but
most just coast
in creeks and canals
No Wake Zones
Think you're woke, bro?
You just came up
with a narrow strait thought
that was simply dismissed
by Heraclitus of Ephesus
nearly three millennia ago
Your certainty of knowing
brings danger of you drowning
Cause "Ever-newer waters flow
on those who step into the same rivers."
All I know is fire
so burn a hen for Prometheus
and we'll topple poser's podiums
then yoga flame them back to oneness
Cause after horrific mediation
and barring off public relations
You'll catch me drunk playing video games
with butchers and their daughters
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 6:35 PM UTC
I
write
for the pleasure
when all that is pent up is
let free
I
write
for cleansing
of the things within
that fracture a heart and cloud a
thought
to
solace
a lone soul that longs for
a home
I
write
for understanding
to forget as much as I can
to forgive as I’m able the wrong that is done
to neutralize hurt before it roots
into hate
I
write
for healing
to touch and be touched
as written words can only do when all else has been used
and no one comes
through
I
write
to listen
to hear what needs to be
heard
I
write
what I see
because it moves me
and what inspires me might inspire
those who take time to read what I write
I
write
because I must
if I don’t it doesn’t feel right
thus I pen what I feel
as a result of what I am
a writer
so…
I
will write
and
write, 'til
there’s
no
more
Life
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 11:27 AM UTC
Tribute To The Fallen SAF
Woe to troops of bemedalled cops
Ill fated elite forces, they were the tops
Uniformed men, well trained and bright
Braved the stillness of the cold night
Sneaked through the forests deep
While rebels dozed off to sleep.
Heroic mission to the jaws of death
Men unfazed went in glorious treat
Walked straight to the enemies' lair
Before the break of first dawn flare
Under cover of the pitch dark night
Unbroken, unyielding, all set to fight.
Two terrorists to neutralize or slew
Anti terror raid ordered to push through
Gallant men unswerving in their pursuit
Display of valor, in dispute be resolute
Onward with brevity,victory almost at hand
Foes' enclaves were quietly overran.
Rebels alerted to sounds of gunfire
Drew up arms going haywire
In salacious and murderous frenzy,
Engaged the intruders in butchery
Moro rebels' treacherous cry
Avenge the terrorists slay try.
Valiant ones mercilessly felled by bullets
That ripped through their souls and bodies
Eyes stared up the skies to God be plead
Last dying wish be home with beloved
Heroes' blood splattered on the ground
Pain and death in glory were in rebound.
Silence pervaded the blood bathed marshland
Their sacrifice to nourish dear motherland
Woe to the gallant men who fought and died
Gave up their lives in the name of peace and pride
Woe to a people who revere, sorrow they cannot hide.
Woe to a nation that grieves over its fallen men.
Delilah Causin, Feb 3, 2015
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 2:40 AM UTC
I wish you looked at me
in The Gentle Light peaking midday
through the Japanese dogwood leaves
your dark honey iridescence encompassing emerald
cradling gold spun with pollen on the porch
silent stares sweeping nothing under the rug -
in The Gentle Light you are tracing my shadow
with dull flint outlining the reminiscence of our spark
when the sun sets we burn too slowly
candle smoke traps itself in jars
our emotions capped for safe keeping -
there is a leak in the sky come sunrise
dripping down dogwood
the morning hung like fly traps
you hover near the front door before coffee
transparency being the obstacle for you -
and how could it not be?
when a cigarette habit clouds your heart
reasoning closure with excuses in the ashtray
butts filling the hole you have dug for yourself
how could you fit in with the flies
when you center yourself with cockroaches
feeding off the misery of death
greedily hunting in the dark corners of depression -
leaves continue to bud and fall in your absence
ignorant of the pretenses in The Gentle Light
when they perish beneath my feet
then you will come back hungry -
but I will not be beneath the dogwood
looking for nectar in hollow places
the luminescence of augmented love has lost its glow
rose-tints begin to neutralize in the hum of authenticity
and now I am basking happily in a monotone existence
Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 4:02 PM UTC
pretty but untrue
her eye
your eye
leave that eye
now!
can you do something for someone
for your own freedom this time?
she sees your eyes over hers
over mine
then she is free again
I am refreshed she says
full with strength
pure balance
no romance
she plans to walk
I will walk
now
on one line
along
the earth’s
curve.
how true is that true of yours
when placed on top of hers?
I know mine is not questionable
or how untrue is the true
or the true untrue
does the quotient neutralize
or returns a residue
of a fact of a mind?
of an illusion of a mind?
we don’t even care which one when at least one
we cannot!
what would you like me to do then
let her
fall ??
does she knowingly slip down
you think
in one of your realms?
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 3:30 AM UTC
Time is a trickster;
the ticking clock: its vicious heart.
It impregnates.
It destroys.
It heals.
It unravels.
It dons the skin of an imposter
in the coldest stretch of night:
a magician weaving fantasies
that sear.
Neutralize.
Inspire.
Though I wonder--
I worry--
are the days too long?
Are the nights too dim
and fleeting?
Do I dance through each
crescendo
in a lurid,
patchwork nightmare?
Or are my dreams so full of pain,
that soon,
I'll shatter beneath them
and finally wake up?
Sep 24, 2020
Sep 24, 2020 at 8:01 PM UTC
Oh why do you complain so ignorantly
Oh why do you agonize so self adoringly
Oh why do you hide behind your
my -s - cries -ties -chimes
-spies -guise -why-s -hives
theorize and disguise
with big vain eyes and lip bites
why don’t you instead
analyze
recognize
tranquilize
and surrender just
to neutralize
so that
you can
minimize
and fly
to skies
and glorify
wise
fireflies
exquisite
butterflies
and get their blessings
to ionize
don’t you know yet
all elevated beings
use their wings
to alter
dimension just
while I
crystallize
and womanize
for you
so that
as we energize
our vaporized
do carbonize
seeds
that will stabilize
unionize and re-rhapsodize
the universe
with our
glorious lullabies
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 5:28 PM UTC
Amongst,
the rhythm
and teeth
I thought,
it pacifies,
quietly
so quickly.
see now
how tightly,
our arms
have been
tied behind
our backs
(and it was
us who
bought
the cord)
and yet,
i flail my tongue
still,
hoping to
trap a square
that could
neutralize
all that
sad acid
rotting in
your gut
we
know
nothing
of the brain
and even
less of
the heart
but I feel
paralyzed
enough
to reach out
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 8:11 AM UTC