"onscreen" poems
I will have you know that you are in the mine-ority
If you don’t look at my pic and insta-click “like” on me
I thrive in this weblight, you subsist in ambig-you-ity
Mine is the looking glass of Aphrod-I-te
The un-My-ghty look on my aesthetic perfection and despair
I am the reason there is an earth
All was designed to usher in my triumphant birth
You are just hateful ab-you-sers and mis-you-sers
YOU are YOUVENILE YOULINQUENTS!
I am the oh-so-fleeting truth
Present in a world obsessed with youth
I am only worth what others see in me
I embody the my-jority
My onscreen attention antics
Are the me-ssential components
Required to build a thriving Me-ocracy.
~
NM
10/17/14
Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 3:26 PM UTC
Something’s stirring
- hey honey, sweetie, sugar-
Something’s ******* up and in, like their stomachs,
(why don’t I look that flat, mummy?)
Something’s furious and seething, something strong
And stuck and breathing
My bones in. It’s the *** you see, yeah you bet,
All they are is *** sweaty, oily, wet
With some such suffocating, suffering, surrendering
Desire to please.
Please the man, the thick man, with your eyes.
Please him with your deadened stare – glare -
Please him with your chest, your hair,
Feel the way that wind rustles and tousles, as you dance,
As you feel the liberation of a thrusty, ***** pleasing stance,
As they slip money between your legs. As they wrap you up, up,
Up in its crinkles, up in its arms,
Swept from your feet and in love, swept up from harm,
Just as you desired.
Love is the one – but what? Love comes from beauty, right?
Full lips, bright eyes, as dead as the night,
The best thing a girl can be is pretty.
(well that’s what they are on screens)
And that’s why I cried when they drew a picture,
Fourteen and they took all our ‘best features’
Ripped them from our bodies,
Bundled them up into one jigsaw creature
-where’s mine?
They forgot me,
But it’s fine – she’s got your per-son-a-lit-y.
And I cried.
It’s easy to say, I know, and I see
That things are better now, I am almost free.
But oh she’s been in the wars:
She’s hit; she’s ripped; she’s cut; she’s lost;
That pleasing object onscreen – she’s yours.
But passion’s no good, gotta be pure, sweet and true
Well she’s gotta be new, and a girl's gotta do
What a girl only can do,
‘Til she’s through,
‘Til she’s cold cold and blue,
So hey lady, lady, lay-dee,
Who are you?
Sorry for the passion, words disordered in a heap.
Didn’t mean to make it bleak. Didn’t mean to make her speak.
But you see this is how she might.
Flocked in furious, in flight,
The little bird - the beast - is heard:
Each word, each word, each bite.
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 2:35 PM UTC
A call goes out to America for
heroes but what they're getting are
modestly dressed professional
women; which is cool, after years
of men in suits & ties; so, soon
the millennial girls coming of age
will go **** & perform *****
graphic real *** up close onscreen;
heroes & heroines are things of
the past; it's all about the money
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 6:14 PM UTC
a circling vortex of disarray
starts inside my head
clasped by unsure
yet supportive hands
the helpless recesses of which
lets the sycophantic white light of my desktop monitor
summoned upon a wretched click
scatter on this scattered face
forming a weak shield
amalgamated by the desolation
and imbecility of a roadside orphan
ignorant but lasting
on the crumbs left over
from a stranger's life
a familiar unsettling sound
cracks open this pale shield
and my brooding eyes open
to see her making contact
one instant
one magical instant,
and die the next
leaving my impressioned eyes
wanting more
i lie, lie to myself
when the truth is
there woud be no more
of her tonight
retreating never meant giving up
and i do retreat,
to escape the insanity
of her charm get to me
amidst real affection
to run away while wanting to look back
when an embrace is just outside my door
desperately wanting to hear that unsettling sound
which drowns the familiar sounds of laughter
the circling vortex now inherent
inside my head
clasped by my helpless
supportive hands
the helpless recesses of which
lets the servile white light of a numb monitor
trace my tears
oh how I weep
to be her onscreen ******
Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 4:39 PM UTC
Red Red Red Red-of-the-Media Blitz
Annie helps in bulk; it does not matter
The tree is different; But not by the forms
of the same species, onscreen
the same screen of glass and mirrors,
1: Sorry, Alchemy, We have passed out of death
he was on that side, Russia has, of blind beans,
and covered with the mist of death:
A heart full of love; The Spanish spare Clients
Meditation that you have to not only the Lord,
and Diana, 1 year, in Asia; The beach is near the truth
and in a land in which no man, is in the heavens,
Uspensky, This has to change to fulfill
the cavalry, and in the winter, the winter quarters of the fool,
And Paul said: What do you want?
1 gold is old, is already too much.
"Water is death." 1 and seven horses
I saw the copies of the four bright stars,
Then again, not every city ...
1 for help, and thus, do nothing, do not withhold from thee;
1, in the dark, and in the East, and violence;
1 I'm sorry to read and write to the image and follows;
for example, hot drinks, and the two men, one of the product is, however, to be explained in;
The first fall of the equator, Egypt ... and what color gloves in the countryside;
and tomatoes in tomato, which is five minutes of the start of John; Maecenas minutes and was found in Virginia; No price;
Men and women and children of color; they died
The complete carrots
The end does not happen.
In the computer industry equipment, process show
The risk of the sun. Recently in parts; All things to me, Go, and the air, the sea
and the air, the heavens opened,
and the measure of olive oil on the side of the cup
was found to be a golden cup in the negative:
see, now the heat in the water is heated to;
And it starts with her husband John, the arrival of security, this is the dieties ornaments? After a wheelchair today was less than a cruise;
Power and evil, death that said
And his wife, and a towel; and customers
When the clouds of love letters from John
it yielded no fruit will be fixed.
Where the Red lacquered version of the Red; screenshot
The easiest way that a year;
Maecenas especially the nature of the Prophet, and now we know
This is what it should be done;
break, time to call ...
Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 5:09 AM UTC
after enough charred inhaling and stuttered swallowing
and after the invincibility of the act evaporates
your biceps begins to sag and your mind stops moving
it’s you suddenly find yourself hovering through the days
and time is subjective and all things are subjective
and so what if you don’t do that because everything’s just particles in your brain
slapping against one another to make the flickering pictures of this world
and then once every few days you shake your head and stand up
and say I’m gonna do something! but keep the same diet
and revert to the same state of synthetic zen-like denial.
you sit on a silent conveyer belt as hours pass
and things happen around you but you see them through a lens
a film onscreen, pleasurably cathartic, but your soul’s still in the theater
watching from a stained, sticky seat some dimensions away
and the heckler’s behind you won’t shut up
and they keep you from focusing on the movie itself
and your peripheral vision becomes distinct
and you find yourself aware of the speakers and exit signs
and the slight dust and film grains splashing in front of your view
and you think of this as an ephiphany
instead of Brechtian distanciation at its most curdling.
then your brain starts feeling like a frisbee
and your body is the monkey in the middle
trying to grab at it but it tires out
and the bullies run away with it
and your left with a black hole in the head
laying in complacency in front of a shimmering cube
sounds and images with no correlation or relevance
pondering your higher knowledge of all things around it, around you
and giggling to the echoing cobwebbed corners of the room
about the ignorance of those not privileged to the same diet.
Jul 12, 2010
Jul 12, 2010 at 11:23 PM UTC
I wish I could do more, but here i am stuck on the other side of the screen
Feeding you words of comfort, trying to ease the pain
tapping keys on my keyboard, trying to keep you sane
And I know that when you receive it- it might seem plain
My sympathies written in text are sincere to me, but how about on your end?
Will my feelings be carried out when I tap send,
Or would it just be empty bland sentences plastered onto the chat box?
It ***** to know that we could exchange thousands of words, but never the compassion behind them,
We're connected yet at a discord when it comes to expressing onscreen emotion
Aug 26, 2017
Aug 26, 2017 at 11:18 AM UTC
I like a classic movie
One with Bogie and Bacall
Kate Hepburn in her heyday
Or Errol Flynn in a brawl
A Cary Grant comedy
Irene Dunne at his side
Bette Davis raising hell
Or Frankenstein's scary bride
I think of Ingrid Bergman's smile
The sweetest nun appearing onscreen
And Mae West's sassy manner
As she lit up every scene
Spencer Tracy wowed us
Charlie Chaplin made us roar
Great stars, great stories, great times
The movies I adore
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC
It's late enough already.
Scrubbing your gamepad, salty at A.I.,
thinking of cleaning metaphorically;
Scrubbing behind your ears.
Scrubbing behind the skull.
Contemporary 80's synth-rock in both ears,
I wish I knew what you were singing about.
I wish I knew who you longed for,
I wish I knew what you did, where you were,
on evenings like this when you can only
think
of the people you wish you were closer to.
Skin and talk out of touch. Imagine;
Conversations imagined aren't enough.
Words you wish were out loud
will eat your sorry *** alive.
16-bit racial stereotypes onscreen
pummel each other to mush faced
ground meat caricatures.
Groove like a shark trapped in a box,
make yourself sharp to the touch,
then make yourself tangible.
Absence lets the shoulder grow colder,
but this?
Things imagined and wished for.
Fantasies a child would seek,
pulling the words off of your tongue
An apology, a love letter, a eulogy
/vulgarities and praise as bedfellow.
Words you wish were spoken
will eat your sorry *** alive.
May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 8:24 PM UTC
Jenny is in love with Rick
Took awhile before rick confessed his virtual feelings
She replied I love you and sent a couple emojis
to show some happiness
now Rick is bursting with excitement that she loves him too
the heart emoji said it all
so he goes ahead and screenshot his onscreen feelings
and shares it with pals in his group
Tom: that's what's uuuup
Money bags: you got it bro
el: you ma *****
George: that ***** is yours papi
Now Jenny's feelings are itching
I must tell my girls am soon gonna get engaged
She tweets
Shares
And
Post on everyone's wall
I FOUND MY BETTER HALF
it's 8pm the girls are getting together
to celebrate the great news and
to watch a reality show
then followed by that series
It's now 1am,everyone is kissing goodbyes
we all forgot to talk about Jennys boyfriend
but once we reach home, we'll text our emotions
The emoji, will say it all
Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 2:48 AM UTC
And so we sit,
Amongst the dudes, bros and half-hipsters
With their overpriced skin tight
Third world friendly workout attire
Under a half fog of cigarette smoke.
And I love your words.
And I love your lines;
While I look across the bar
Towards a television screen
Of onscreen fear and distrust,
To which I must subside.
Your stories, I welcome all,
Overseeing the ocean of information,
But like Columbus, you've never sailed before,
And fear the monsters we can't name,
Their drawings now pencil thin in comparison
To the bombs and the lunatics we face daily
On the news stands we read, and tremble,
Afraid to die
In some new terrible way
The news will commemorate.
But for you, against all odds, I'll keep on
Amongst bullets and bombs,
Through the smoke and the fog,
I'll keep on,
And on
And on.
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 2:16 AM UTC
And I don't know why
But over and over
I've watched this show
Yet over and over
I never get tired of it
I know the jokes
I know when they're coming
But that doesn't stop me
From loving every minute
And call me crazy
But I almost wish
I could be like that
Acting
Acting like I'm so close
To everyone around
Acting like I always know
Exactly what to say
Acting like the bad
Gets better before the end
Of a thirty minute show
And I really want you
To see that I
Am thinking
About how
If I
Could only
Act
Like them
I could act
Like we were more
Than what we are
And I could act
That when I've had a bad day
I don't need a hug
To tell me it's okay
But I can't promise that to myself
Because I think I can act
I've always wanted to act
I want to be an actress
I want people
To remember my name
I want to be
That actress
That little girls
And even boys
Everywhere
See
And they want to be
Just
Like
Me
But I know
That I can't brush everything aside
To make room for a mirage
That everyone sees
But me
Inside
I know
That's all I am
When I act
A mirage
That I can't see
But there is still
That spark
That burns through the night
That tells me to act
To smile
And laugh
Like everything is peachy
So I wave
I smile
I grin a lot
And beg myself to act
And even though
I want to know
If I can make it or not
I'll never
No never
Let my dream rot
And
I'll never
No never
Act like everything
Is A-okay
Because it's not
Sometimes
And I'm rambling
I just want to tell you
At this hour of night
You were on my mind
And I missed you
So when the couple onscreen
Made up
And kissed
And hugged
And cheered
I just wished that was us
And in my rambling mind
I acted like
It really was us
Because that's how much
I want you
Even more
Than I want
To care for myself
Because I'm secondary
Sedentary
Sidelined
...
Sad
A sad girl
Who looks at a screen
And dreams of tomorrow
Hoping I can be
And we can be
And I won't need
To
Act
Anymore
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 11:29 PM UTC
I really truly don't know
why
some things under the
sun and sky
attract and catch my
fancy
Quite queerly they
happen to be
hot melting smelting
solids
that melt into exquisite
liquids.
Take for instance heated
liquid gold
molten glass or molten
brass
and to watch magma
'neath the earth's fold
Ooh, I love just about any
melting mass.
With similar bizarre
ecstasy and fascination
I like to watch
onscreen molten lava
Gliding in serpentine
turns, oblivious of my
admiration
Ah, I just love all that
golden molten mass .
Liquidised metal, liquid fire
I just never ever tire
Sometimes I even have
such an eccentric craving
to watch just any solid
beauty melting smelting
that I satisfy this craving
by simply imagining
the honey to be some
liquid fire gold glowing
in a crystal clear jar and
liken it to
metallic gold syrup in
the furnace burning
As if it were stagnant
mini-lava
right before me churning !
As for other mesmeric
things
that I find real eye-
catching
are those which
everybody else finds
ravishing.
And they are in all shine,
in heavenly mould and cast,
magical celestial stardust
or glittery terrestrial gold
dust
or dazzling diamond dust,
in mankind's metallic
materialistic lust.!
Btw I am allergic to earthly
dust!:)
Aug 12, 2023
Aug 12, 2023 at 6:33 AM UTC
Alphabets are key
for impressive
communication skills
for onscreen display
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 10:49 AM UTC
in the bed
of a soundman
who has privately
gone to bury
his own
Jul 17, 2012
Jul 17, 2012 at 4:49 PM UTC
I hate myself. I am not a train. I’ve learned from god that no man was made to be a guest speaker. I know a woman who was able to bring her favorite character to life onscreen until she got pregnant. I am part of the problem and your brother is part of the solution that will work for those with birth certificates. time is a ghost whose only sorrow is the body it couldn’t keep. I hate nothing. today my son forgot to clear his browsing history. the darkest hour gives god time to prepare. by **** women, I mean
and my son means
unharmed.
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 8:16 PM UTC
Red Red Red Red-of-the-Media Blitz
Annie helps in bulk; Please note; Differ from tree; However, the form
is an e-mail format, the onscreen color the same color as the glass glasses
1: Our patience, Alchemy; We are translated Dead
It was late, Russia has been and is blind
and gloomy
A heart full of love; Because they are the Customers
Meditation is not only in the Lord
and Diana, 1 have Sun in Asia; Read what is the truth?
and in a land where no one is in heaven
Uspensky, this change is to improve
ideal for winter legs
And Paul has said: | What did you see?
1've got a lot, 1'm sorry.
"Water is death." 1 and seven horses
1 found in exemplary four bright stars;
And, again, not every city ...
1 did not hesitate, and thus what faxed, not rubbed;
1, is in the dark, and in the East and violence;
1'm in my dialect and 1 think it's imaginative and follow:
For example, hot drinks,
and the products formed from the one into two explosive buffers;
The first crash off the equator in Egypt ... and what color gloves in the countryside;
turning tomatoes into tomato, which is a fraction of the start of St. John;
Maecenas' minutes and it was found in Virginia, no cash;
Virus, women and children, death is colored
full of carrots
Fine flavor.
In the computer industry, show the electrical process
They alone. Recently, separately; | All safety in air and sea
open air sky
Monthly Monthly Monthly Monthly Monthly Month
Golden discovered wall
Beware of the hot summer of the water;
And begins with her husband John,
of Facebook security of this Dieties kit? Today, less than the car was in a wheelchair;
Energy and mass, tend to it
And his wife with towel; and consumers
When the ill girl in Busan receives love letters from John, she
can not be strengthened by it or the fruit.
The version of Ruby to the ******* lacquered; screenshot
Easier for a year;
Maecenas, especially of the Prophet, and now we know
What is to be done;
one agreement at a time, so ...
Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 5:27 AM UTC
Brian worked on 2 very different education accounts
One was UK based with 6 main call drivers
3 of these had sub topics of varied concerns
He took calls off teachers needing help
He was trained on all 6 main concerns
But only took calls on 3 of them
47% of the reps resigned
The other account was very different
Like comparing a bicycle to a truck
It was a very hard US account
He listened to the customer
Then clicked an onscreen prompt
And a computer voice spoke aloud!
People asked about courses
It was all fine education improved lives
Plus Brian persevered in hard accounts
Maybe one day he’ll go back
To do the other 3 concerns
Or a different school account
Aug 20, 2024
Aug 20, 2024 at 10:43 PM UTC