"nonliving" poems
They often judge the poet
On the words that he thread
Some readers formed his silhouette
In each poetry that they've read
Judge him not at one piece, else you'll be upset
Because his pen can laughed then can bled
In every second his mind will reset
Truly, you'll never know what's inside his head
In the universe of paper and quill
He can create truth within lies
He can put soul to nonliving
Some of his creations will never die
Every poesy made was alive
Talked of its own tongue
It will definitely survive
Even the poet was long gone
9/23/2015
Mysterious Aries
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 11:29 AM UTC
Foaming sunlight makes love
with the tender purple leaves of mango trees,
light crafts a crust of luminescence,
over the profusion of yellow and blue blooms,
avenue trees vie with each other to hold forth
their flowers on sun's water fall of light to bath.
Evening doesn't show any sign of waning
the ebullience the day had sowed in the world,
"ANANDA" though unspoken as a word, aloud
is heard by inner being, making everyone rejoice,
living and nonliving seamlessly join in,
and swim in the swelling waters of force of life.
past invisible floats gently to the present
flows towards a sea of tranquility crossing nights.
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 12:24 PM UTC
i wonder if it’d be cold against my neck
or if it’d be hot, or if i’d have to heat it just to be sure.
i wonder if it’d be as comfortable as sleeping,
but nothing’s as comfortable as sleeping:
as dreaming, as breathing, as thinking of being—
as being nonliving and no longer breathing.
so i doubt i’ll ever hang myself because to be fair,
the dead can breathe no air.
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 7:01 PM UTC
deep in the meadow
as all rebirths within in the sun
in the midst of early spring
darkness is descending
and beneath the fallen raindrops
i am the only nonliving thing
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 12:11 AM UTC
Leaving those trusting eyes—
was indeed the cruelest act I have
ever partaken in.
Tagging along after numerous hugs,
These kids claimed that white bus—titling it as
mortal enemy. Now this nonliving
object was my ultimately my enemy.
Silently they wept, I wrap
my arms around her, I gave
everything I had to offer.
Hope
Washing over the diluted curvatures of
my face, my mind began to spin out of control.
Then his youthful face hit the floor like a bag
of unwanted rocks—Pain severed my core.
Every motherly instinct I possessed now
Stood,
perched in
tip-toed fashion.
Stunning those hopeful faces,
I turned my back—
like everyone else who had come
before me.
Sliding into the bus seat one final time,
my numbness took over—aching
taking refuge on a limb.
Had I held them back from their victory?
Or had I helped them pursue it?
Transforming, I will never be
the same. Will I go back for those
kids?
May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 1:58 AM UTC
Even the walls have their ears,
Although they are nonliving,
****** cries were overheard,
Easily by the walls themselves,
**** sounds of **********
Deflowering the young wife,
Roping in spies for the purpose,
Opening the ***** so delicate,
People so enjoy overhearing,
Pretty sights shine right upfront,
In their addiction to **** time,
No secrets remain virtuously,
Good habits are hard to develop.
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 9:49 PM UTC
dead bodies moving dead bodies
you know the theme, the scheme,
the thought and the idea
the bodies, dead, paying the bills,
moving dead past the dawn
eyeballs rolling up as windows
closing and doors close and open
the bodies, mass production,
lots of bodies
Monday, Tuesday, Shitday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday
and Christday
Neighbor Allah never greets anyone
and he talks to himself in echoes
Buddha is all smiles and virtues
but no muscle, Buddha's daughters
are out clubbing tonight ******* their
oriental curves, selling their oriental
scents and cold white skin
to Allah's *** deprived sons
Christ is the only father and
he disowns his nieces and nephews,
I knew years back that I am a distant relative
just dead bodies, yours and mine
produce, corporate livestock,
labels from the heaviest bills handed
over in sinister alleyways,
sinister exchanges, hitman to hitman,
extraction to extraction, fraction by fraction,
bodies serves as platforms,
nonliving chopping boards for the butchers
dressed up as elves
the bodies, limb by limb, sagging skins,
rivers of hairfalls, scratch marks,
Ms. Universe stretch marks, the *** tapes
of the cheerleaders whom silent and wise
boys yearned for all through years of fading
innocence
Closeted gay professionals keeping their pointed ******* when nothing's wrong with them until consent turns from probationary to mandatory and hate and red and blue and green and yellow flags and pedophiles and bigots and white supremacists and Allah whisperers and Allah fanatics and Buddha hypocrites and China takes over the world and feminists, and third and fourth and fifth and so on genders and Trump and memes and Filipinos and mental health and memes and mental health and memes and literature and literature and activists and who ****** who and politicians and what Americans, Australians, Chinese, Japanese, British, Candian, Irish and and North Koreans and K-Pop plastic lips and hips who young girls and boys from isolated islands gets ****** for and hipsters and the nine to fives and the ***** to give and the snobbish *** girls in parties, in clubs, in alleys who wants to get ****** by all the celebrity status ***** all just becomes a tiny pinch for the dead bodies not to see and point the flower and shoot the gun to end the human war.
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 2:48 PM UTC
i
know
that
God
is always present
forever timeless
from nothingness,
he created Himself
and
the
world we live in
thus
he is the maker of all things
living and nonliving
from
the
lifeless dust he makes Adam so
then
he breathes
the spirit of life into man
thus
allowed them both
to dwell in the Garden of Eden
he makes a woman helper
for Adam's growth
for what purpose
and
for what reason
God exists from self-creation
The stars in heaven
are the shadow of God
God created himself
out of nothingness
just by saying...be and He made it so
God does not need a reason nor purpose
when something happened
everything sprung forth
God said that I am that I am
and it shall always be until eternity
God's word is sufficient
if we submit and obey to His will
Lord
let me follow your sweet heaven's light
to receive your treasure
He makes my spirit grow
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 4:12 PM UTC
To whom
It may concern
If I haven't
Write
Something
Reflecting your vibes
Believe me
You don't exist
To all the living
And the nonliving
Apr 18, 2021
Apr 18, 2021 at 1:12 AM UTC
Is it sad that life lacks the poetic flare
But that is only if you are blind
For I find the flare is everywhere
In the chipped white painted cement ***
Were dead plants lay to rot
In the lightly faded red brick buildings
That businesses reside in
But over head in night times
One can see the light shines
And finds a friendly face
Here perhaps those cracked sidewalks
Were children use to jump and say
That is the way we crack our mothers back
The root that saw such sidewalks rise
Slowly pushing out of the earth until
The sidewalks wears a rising crack
And that is only the nonliving things
That catch my fancy
Wait till you see how nature inspires me
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 4:28 PM UTC
It wasn’t even delivery it was a **** pick up. All I wanted was a medium one topping. Just a delicious Papa John’s with a little beef. Well, turns out me and my car were about to have some beef.
My car and pizza have a history together. Long story short my car is the only nonliving and living thing to hate pizza. I was a pizza delivery driver for a few short months and my car loved driving around except when it came to pizzas and delivering them.
Like I said my car is a human or at minimum a living thing of sorts. The tan-ass ************ smelled the pizza as I scooted behind the wheel with my medium one topping. One sniff and three different lights came popping out at me.
The ABS brake light, air bag light, and the battery light. My car is maniacal! Once I got back home my car wouldn’t start and now I need a new battery and alternator. My car’s best friend even tried to give her a jump but she wouldn’t accept the love.
I love you my lovely car but why do you have to hate pizza so much.
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 2:15 PM UTC
There are nights that I want to
take the world with me
and I just don't know what to
do with its burden,
I let go empty handed
and still feel the weight
on my shoulders.
I turn to people, literature,
and sometimes
to God himself
and still, I come empty like these cigarettes in and out of my system.
It's hard to stay hopeful
when the help that comes out
of their mouths stay
as mere letters in thin air.
For a world that is over populated,
I feel so empty that it's humorous, irrelevant and hidden.
I just need a little bit of time
to reflect about everything,
from years and years back
and when it all comes clear to me,
I'll shatter the glass:
A final form, reached right
before its due.
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 3:29 PM UTC
I don't need drugs to help me cope
I drink out of affinity not out of sorrow
All I have are my fist and a obstacle
As my sorrow fights my happiness
Same time I'm fighting a nonliving enemy
At same time I'm fighting bad memories
I make the mistake of letting it get to me
Nothing wrong with blood on the walls
To the sane something not right with me
Replace one pain with another
It reset me or put me back in place
Crash my fist til it hurt then get numb
Pent the animosity in my mind
Physical wounds I incessantly reopen
Emotion always scar me both ways
I'll pray and do thing to lead me away
I'll fake a smile surround myself with good
It a battle with no end or liberation
It give me little rest and very little peace
Oct 20, 2018
Oct 20, 2018 at 9:26 PM UTC
Staring on my wrist
Should I cut it piece by piece
To make my pain release
By the anxiety I can't ease
I have tons of problem to face
But I have no guts to make it fade
Maybe the answer is this lace
Because these are useless, the blade
You were my happy pill
And because of you, I'm starting to feel ill
Maybe this artificial happiness will do
Makes me forget all of you
Will this things makes me feel alive?
And save me from my nonliving life
Is this the right answer
'Cause I'm a dying flower
But He light me up
Showed the way to make it stop
He released me from this shelf
And now I can start my life with my real self.
Oct 20, 2020
Oct 20, 2020 at 12:22 PM UTC