"nother" poems
Panic attacks for me are shakey.
I start to think everyone's starring,
I wonder what they're thinking.
My resoloution is to get out.
Then the tears come pouring down.
As they do my body follows.
I sink to the ground and try to hide myself.
The sleeves of my jacket become soaked,
And then my heart feels like it'll explode.
Anxiety is a whole nother code.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 8:02 PM UTC
(S)weet smile and bright eyes
(W)e said we'll wait but that was a lie
(A)nother night by my side and u crave it
(L)ets get naked i knw u wnt to taste it
(L)ife is short so is my patience
(O)nce i've said it it became my obssesion
(W)ill you be my wife?
(I) love you so much
(T)ime to admit what a mistake that was
Words Of Harfouchism.
Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 3:20 PM UTC
Flowers blooming colors glow
Greet the morning sun hello
Scent of fragrant breeze refreshing
Gentle warmth was so inviting.
Normal people walking out
Busy streets and roundabout
Children playing hide and seek
Just nother day of the week
Silver wings of airplane high
Wonder as it cross the sky
A tiny object fall beneath
What could be this special gift?
With no second, a blinding light
The sun was humbled of its might
Then the houses, trees so tall
Crumbled down, began to fall
Burning figures, swirling blaze
Shadows gone without a trace
I lay helpless want to help
Deeply wounded found myself
Rivers flowing, ****** red
Cradle filled with sleeping dead
Cherry blossoms fell like tears
For motherland with all her fears
I still hear those horrid screams
The painful sight of broken dreams
This picture always kept inside
The fateful summer of '45
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 1:20 AM UTC
It is 1:20 am
And I am at 7%
And I have only one bar of signal
And my screen tells me
"Reconnecting..."
I'm 93% done with 'us;'
You have drained each per cent of my patience.
I'm getting mixed signals
From the language of your body,
And very few at that.
But I take a chance on us,
Another chance,
At this hour of lateness,
Maybe we can rebound and re-bond
And not just reminisce.
I reckon we could
Reconnect.
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 5:31 AM UTC
Stand up on top of your castle
Watch all the pretty lights dance
Come down to join in the party
Trip out and dance
Lucy makes everyone happy
But confused
The outside world is fun one
But inside
There's a whole nother fun you can use
Psychedelics will open your mind
To the world outside
and the one within
Which are both seperate
and the same
You can't just be focused on the outside,
The pretty things,
The fame
Inside it is beautiful,
Spiritual
Quiet and secluded
With too much outside
Your brain can get deluded
X and acid, TCB
DXM and DMT
**** and *****
All the drugs you use
Can be abused
That bass can make you lose your mind
Go blind
With all the bright lights
Until your mind's not the only thing you can't find
Unwind
Sit inside Zack's truck
And take some down time
Get your mind unstuck
This place is beautiful
These people are trippin
But if I see one more hot ***
I'm gonna lose my loose grip
and
****** is not sexuality
Peace, Love, Unity, Respect
Help you out when you need it
What's given out is given back
Aesthetic
is a beautiful
but
overwhelming
experience.
Jun 20, 2010
Jun 20, 2010 at 8:51 PM UTC
"She should have died hereafter.
There would have been a time for such a word.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."
~Shakespeare, from 'Macbeth'
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 9:46 PM UTC
A nother ****** day
B inging, then throwing up; Hunger
C rying, as usual
D eath sounds comforting
E each day is a struggle
F orcing smiles
G one too soon? Not soon enough
H eaven isn't for people like me.
I nternal struggle—i want to
die//i want to live ..
J ust one more cut .. Oops, too
many to count
K ill yourself, my thoughts say
L iving is exhausting
M ore scars
N othing inside. It's hungry. Being
eaten alive
O h, I woke up this morning, I
wanted to die
P ain .. So much pain.
Q uit it!
R est in peace [RIP]
S hut up!
T hese thoughts will be the death
of me. Tired
U nder the facade is a corpse. Im
a walking dead
V ery soon i will end it.
W hy should I stay alive? Should
I **** myself?
X friends, x lovers, goodbye
Y es
Z ero thoughts
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 2:29 PM UTC
I touched a flower in my pocket..
Picked it up, and promptly dropped it.
It's bulbous, squishy, and it's sopping.
I was afraid of what it was.
I took a closer look at its mutant colors;
Squinted at it for a second 'nother.
It felt like death, it felt like butter;
'Twas merely the head of a rose.
I sighed out the panic that had rushed inside me.
While sadness-stricken, serendipity survived thee.
The mere smell of that rose, nostalgic and lively
Wrapped around me and extracted my pain
Such a simple notion made such a difference.
I shall thank the friend by whom it was given;
He'll never understand the powerful significance.
That flower saved my night.
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 12:59 PM UTC
A yearning she cannot fathom
A whole 'nother level, she was mind blown
Hoping to blind herself with deception
Perpetually drowning in confusion
Said that she would never again be ****** with your sorcery
So everyone told her to be extra wary
But I guess that's a quality she lack entirely
Now she's drowning in confusions, perpetually
She never planned a pursuance
Though the force is strong, 'twas only a nuisance
She saw your face, she was caught in a trance
Perpetually drowning in confusion, an abundance
This animal is in dire need of suppression
And so she did, filling herself with depression
But then the prey showed a different sign of intention
Now she's perpetually drowning in confusion
Your sudden interest seems unfitting
Could it really be? So close to believing
It opened more, showed more, she's heeding
In perpetual confusion, she is drowning
She was taken aback, this impossibility
Yet you opened it wider, the eventuality
Or so she was led to believe, the absurdity
The confusion is drowning her in perpetuity
Doubts, doubts, doubts were running
In her head, seconds from wilding
But you calmed her fears, ever growing
Deeper in perpetual confusion, she's drowning
With every positive response of yours
She was driven crazy, hoping for more
For a moment, it felt certain, she was sure
Perpetually drowning in confusion, no more
Now her true self was put into question
For the longest time, involuntarily shunned
Is she truly worthy of this identification
Perpetually drowning in confusion
She was quite lost in traffic
The signals were all but messed up
Wandering around like some lunatic
She's clueless of what's true enough
Perpetually drowning in confusion...
You were a swimmer...
Yet you never even bothered to save her.
Dec 3, 2016
Dec 3, 2016 at 11:23 PM UTC
Days passed by so fast
Overt feelings of hate towards my past
To avoid sadness and fulfill my happy jar
Another day won't be spent to play the game
Thus, I feel so free
Wounds healed slowly and thoroughly
Opening my heart when I am fixed
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 11:47 AM UTC
...
Had a fine sumptuous meal,
And received all good wishes,
Pal you looked so happy today,
Plus 28 years you completed,
You shall remember it all.
Best moments were spent with us,
In the lab we are one big family,
Rings of halo on your head,
Today on your birthday,
Heavy meals we all had,
Doing a lunch we did enjoy,
Another birthday comes so late,
Yes, obviously of the other labmates.
Afterwards, we might get separated,
Resting and working for ourselves,
Venerated is our Dr Mohanty sir,
Inches we are getting stronger,
Never getting discouraged,
Define he does a father.
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 7:09 AM UTC
lack of motivation
no inspiration
not even an ambition
no room for admiration
nothing but frustration
pure pain and isolation
not enough justification
or a single explanation
heck I'm just 'nother genetic mutation
with no feelings and no emotions
so how do you expect me
to write poetry of pure perfection?
-djs
Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 7:15 PM UTC
Nothing is the same anymore.
I feel like I'm in a whole nother lore
My world has been stained,
and I have no one but myself to blame.
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 11:19 PM UTC
#
*Imprinted in to the fleshwall-
linings of my very spirit
resides a photo of you--
(staring at your computer screen)
with a genuine look of shock
and disbelief..
..And before I could even yell Sam
I was receiving by you
the most horrendous, publicly displayed
cock-kick I have ever received.
It only stayed out there for a short time
but online, a "short time"
..is exactly as an eternity;
So I pulled back in self protection.
I had been dickin'-around out there
in a whole 'nother poetic-realm..
playfully finding words and verse comparing
my wildly-passionate virility
to that of a well-honed precision,
high powered performance engine
And two clear babes showed up in the comments
and let me know
how impressed and affected they were
by what it was they were reading.
So naturally, me being a single man..
I responded.
I never knew them before, or ever saw them after.
End of story.*
..Almost.
*Young, beautiful Wildling--
I never knew you even gave two ficks and a ****
Until I saw that picture of you..
staring into your computer screen
in raw, disbelief--
...the wind, fully knocked out of your sails.
So.. clearly you buried yourself
in multiple two-fingered snorts
of your favourite "spurned lover's" little helper happy-juice..
and once you reached the intended goal
of full-blown, *********
You performed some of the most Machiavellian-shit
I have ever seen in my life.
(But it fell short of its intended goal.)*
Nothing can remove you from the love of you
that I feel in my heart.
*What you thought was destroyed,
was immediately forgiven
Solely because of that picture of you
that is now, forever mine. Solely.
There is a dream, beautiful girl
..And nothing you can do
can make it end.
(The restoring of you back to you
is such a central part of that dream.)
The restoring of you, young beautiful.. You.
Mm.
Shhh.... listen..*#
Jan 21, 2023
Jan 21, 2023 at 8:47 PM UTC
Cheers to sharing bottles of wine,
fifths of whiskey, and beers by the stein
To plugging yourself into that amplifier
and playing your song with the volume higher
Others join, you're a band pumping great sound
we'll have what we're having, 'nother round!
Honest fellowship is here
Spirits rise with bubbles in the beer
Cares are gone as soon as you begin
to feel the warmth start from within
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 12:30 PM UTC
Ring around the rosie,
We ripped off all their tosies.
Run all you wish; all the more delish.
The idea of your ****** gets cozy.
Row, row, row your boat,
To the sound of screams.
The body in the bag is starting to sag,
But by morning it'll feel like a dream.
Jack and Jill went out to ****
To **** their abusive father.
Jill got drowned when Dad was found,
And Jack forgot all about her.
Mary had a little lamb
With a secret in its wool;
See, it fed upon its owners' souls,
And with Mary he'd be full.
Rock-a-by baby,
On the cliff's side.
We see now you're not human,
There's no place to hide.
And, though we are scared,
Our armies will come,
And, one way or 'nother, this horror be done.
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 9:56 AM UTC
Puffing profoundly on an old bone pipe.sat the old woman on rickety stool. A white tendril seeking altitude from schorching embers.
A wafting spirit casting errant admonishment.
Dusty footpath of a million footfalls all on missions of redemption lovelorn weeping allotments of anguish,pain and hope.FULLSTOP.
At sunbeaten,rainbleached risers three in number.
Splitpea fragrance wafting to greet.
Maybe collards too.
"What can I do for ?" But having asked,she already.knew.
To.walk.out to.the.shack.was.a.profound procession.
Made by many,owned by.few
Seeking solace from.the.witches brew.
"You need.a.poultace ?
Cast a spell for.you. ?
Fix it so.she.never leave you ?
Aint nothin.much.that.I.cant do.
Gonna fix.it.for.you.
Ramshackle rundown house of dreams,nightmares and stalking horses.
Beads and potions.come back lotions. Love notions out the window.like startled ratbats.
The little shack of sorrows.
Old time mystic.sitting on a stool.
Jingle pennies in pockets.
Yonder comes nother fool
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 9:02 AM UTC
Just keep livin in this feelin
Never am I beleivin
That **** thats written
Questin for questionin
Im losin
No reasonin
No serotonin
Jane, dope burnin got me floatin
Lucy dances turnin got me smilin
Druggy desperate runnin got me huffin
Huff and puff an puff, pass
One piggy in a house oh straw smokin grass
Nother piggys house of glass
Last piggys house of cards but, alas
Little piggys grow big and pass
One pig in the straw smoked over ash
Nother pig served with a glass
Last pig out of cards, alas
Last pig out of the farm
Free hog free from the harm
Hunted down with a firearm
Pow Pow hogs need not roam
No escapin the farm
Just dyin in a drugged calm
Or dyin strugglin in dirt, ****
So just chill and spread *****
New meat for the grinders
Fresh meat for the diners
Pigs aint **** but some dinners
For pigs with gold incisors
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 11:26 AM UTC
When I place my heart
in hell,
I place it in your frying pan.
When we ****
I see the listlessness in your eyes,
and I'm not hurt,
because at least you're there,
and you're letting me enter
you
for
a
moment.
At least your letting me be a part of you,
and that's what I think *** is,
more than an entering of the body,
it's an entering of the soul.
So when I push my *****
I push
my hopes
my regrets
my hurtfulness
and my
psycho-sociological
********
Can you take me,
because I'm crazy
and I've got a few ****** up
idiosyncracies.
So when I catch
this love **** quick,
it's on a whole 'nother tip.
I might just fall in love,
and Natalie might come calling
again,
so don't be hurt
when I resume with her
and I chase every single girl
I could have loved
into the distance.
Don't be hurt,
because
misguidedly,
I think I'm meant to be with her.
Apr 21, 2012
Apr 21, 2012 at 8:58 PM UTC
Kaincha tok normal, ever sangle wunnaya?
Omina tellya diss. Nuthin lie kat is good.
Alla us oiz tok English good allatime
Ever day uhda world in mah neighborhood.
Us is sum, y’know, good tokken people.
Yeah, ain’t nobuddy speaks good lie cuss.
Lessen there from round here, ah mean.
We got eddycated good, no muss, no fuss.
We don’t need no college, no way Jose.
We gunna do jess lock are parents did.
We go to school every day till eitghteen
Jess lock dey did win dey was a kid.
Ever now and then, you can get ahold
Of sum buddy whose totally iggnent.
They stick there noses up in thuh air.
They think there better, sumthin differnt.
But really, it’s just a mute point, I mean
Irregardless of whut they bin sayin’
They jess turn stuff round 360 degrees.
It’s jess a nother word game there playin’.
Thuh important thang is to be understood
Not that thuh people say everthang rite.
The important stuff to tok about is
To know whut is wrong and whut is rite.
Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 4:07 PM UTC
Cuban motorists
expect the odd puff of wind
‘nother day, ‘nother Zephyr
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 2:24 PM UTC
He slapped her
Hard
She lay on the Dirt floor until she heard His footsteps disappear
into the Safety of their bedroom.
She looked up at Her yellowbrown walls.
“I should really repaint them”
They reminded her of Summer
and she hated Summer.
She wanted to cry,
but didn’t.
She wanted to call Them,
but couldn’t.
After all, this was only His First time
She climbed into their yellowbrown bed
which matched the yellowbrown walls
and yellowbrown fridge
which was specifically color coordinated with
the yellowbrown drapes that she had Loved so much.
She fell a sleep,
her warmish body pressed against His.
His being as hot as Summer.
She hated Summer.
She Loved him.
He Loved her.
He a pologized.
She thought it would Never happen a gain.
Never A nother time.
A nother cycle.
Repetition
Repetition
REPETITION
Over and over and over and over and over and over and over A gain.
She began to flood her river onto her too pink Cheeks
Slowly Choking to Death on her own
Self pity and Shame
And all he could do was grant her a hug of Darkness
as she quietly Drowned
After all, this was only his Ninth time.
She still hated Summer
And she still Loved him
He Loved her.
She fingered her bruises
like a well cherished Friend.
Gingerly
Carefully
Lovingly
She refused to buy him another Beer.
She thought he might Stop.
He didn’t.
He Con tinued
To De stroy
PERFECTION
They reported His Death.
She stood in front of grayblack coffin,
Her river Flowed faster and faster down
her emaciated Cheeks and onto His tombstone.
Faster and faster still
until she had to break the cool, cold surface
just to Find her own Humanity.
She still Loved him.
He must still Love her.
Her Mind began to drift.
Is there a God?
A man maybe,
with a long beard and a Wise and Kind face.
She had seen Him on TV.
Some kind of Religious channel about the story of Jesus.
She thought she would
Like to be like Jesus.
She made sure the rope was Tight.
The chair was just tall Enough to reach
with the Ends of her toes. She privately smiled
That Smile to herself.
As if she were sharing a Private joke.
And she was the Only one
who really knew the punch line.
The yellowbrown room was Hot.
As Hot as Summer.
She hated Summer.
She Jumped.
The rope was Tight.
It didn’t take long.
She was just trying to get to that Better place.
The Place where a TV God
with a long beard and a Kind face
would welcome her with the sharpness of a knife.
A Place where there was no Shame,
no yellowbrown fridge
that was carefully color coordinated
with the yellowbrown drapes,
no Summer,
no Private jokes,
no Imperfections,
and no Rivers.
A place of Peace.
Where there were no other bluepurplegray galaxies in the Universe
other than Him and Her.
Because she Loved him.
He Loved Her.
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 4:36 PM UTC
Obsession makes you over protective
I don’t know if it’s a clause or adjectives
You make me go down on my knees,
‘For the love I had for you.
I can even wash your *******
If that’s cool by you.
If your love gonna sum up to a cost
I dunno
it’s a curse that I won’t be with you but all alone
I trust you like I’m waiting for the end
I’ll hate you like I saw you with ‘nother man on bed
I will **** me, you, him for fast judgment
You won’t be the one to tell me that’s the end
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 1:34 PM UTC
What time is it? I don't even know
Lemme just think so you won't let go
Take another drag
'nother hit
never quit
your love is like a drug & I'm addicted
Cause that nic is a tik & a tok
of a clock
so lemme rewind like the sound when you ****
the bullet
the gun
my ***
I'm sorry but I'm not yet done
when you say that you love me
do you really mean it?
Cause this sounds like a movie and I've already seen it.
Sep 9, 2021
Sep 9, 2021 at 7:36 PM UTC