"optimum" poems
People are disgusting,
They'll hurt you in
meanest possible ways.
They'll misunderstand you,
judge you!
People are disgusting,
Don't talk to them much,
Just keep it in optimum touch.
They'll treat you like a ****
If they make a mistake it's no Biggie,
If you commit then it's a major felony.
I choose Netflix instead,
It does Judge my interest,
Shows me the best watchable result,
Better are the characters and stories
Than fake people and their hollow lies,
I choose Netflix
for my 'Me' time,
To avoid fake friends and their self centered
conversation,
Except these characters and stories ain't real like people,
To wipe my tears and hug me when em alone,
But
They ain't gonna hurt me either.
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 4:59 PM UTC
Speed
The rapidity in moving or proceeding
Swiftness
Rate of motion or progress
Full
MAXIMUM
Optimum rate of motion
It’s all been SO fast
We've made SO much progress
In SO VERY little time
This is our optimal rate of motion
6 months
181 days
4344 hours
15638400 seconds
Our season of love thus far
Countless kisses
Hundreds of pricele$$ moments
ENDLESS “I love you”s
And it only goes on from here
I can’t wait to see it A L L
to breathe in every moment
to feel every luscious touch
to taste every sweet kiss
to hear every way you say my name, like no one else does
SO stick around
Let us watch this relationship
Blossom, progress, grow,
Speed
Together, my love
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 8:08 PM UTC
you made me laugh,
you made me smile,
while you were hurting inside
all this while.
i just wish i knew more
when you were still breathing
now all that's left
are our grieving
wherever you are now,
i hope you're happier,
i hope you achieve optimum
i hope your smile is brighter
it will always hurt,
knowing you chose this path
and knowing i couldn't help
nor could anyone do 'nough
kim jong-hyun,
there will not be a day
the world doesn't mourn
there will not be a day
your sacrifice go unseen
there will not be a day
i won't miss you.
rest in peace,
my dear childhood idol,
you did well,
you did well.
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 3:06 AM UTC
It’s like some beast
whose roar startles
drowsy landscapes
from a mechanical planet
where veins leak oil
where organs deoxidize
where bones lay scattered
unburied like discarded rods
homes are garages
churches are factories
cemeteries are junkyards
where all organisms operate
toward a singular optimum imperative:
EFFICIENCY
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 7:42 PM UTC
This planet orbits a yellow sun like ours.
It is in the Optimum Zone to support life.
Sure enough it has a wide variety of flora and fauna.
Highly intelligent life has evolved in its seas and oceans.
Its continents, however, are dominated by a species of primates.
Over the past 300 of the planet’s years they have developed
Some fairly high technology.
But they remain carnivores
Who regularly commit genocide.
They cut down swathes of natural forest
To grow chemically protected
Genetically modified nutrition-sources.
And they mine their planet empty
Of its mineral riches.
The planet’s ecosystem is being rapidly destroyed
By them.
Socially and psychologically they remain primitive.
Yet they possess the means to blow their world
To pieces.
With heavy heart I have to advise
We sign this planet
“No Entry”
For the foreseeable future.
“Forbidden” indeed.
A planet we call MW Orion 8478-3
That its natives call
That ever so common name:
“Earth”.
Paul Butters
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 10:07 AM UTC
It was a link like the one between bonds ,
Irreplaceable and impeccable.
Bestfriends , what they said they were.
When together , they gained a definite optimum.
Fancied by the crowd ,
But deep down pitied by all.
Hearts pumped with the same rhythms ,
The same hesitancy and same agitations.
Bestfriends , what they said they were .
A bit drowsy , a bit shattered
What to consider next ,
Was her only possible quest.
But sooner or later ,
She will perceive the certainty ,
That it was no more than a witless sanction ,
Bestfriends what they said they were.
Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 9:13 AM UTC
Eyes seeking , calling , waiting , dreaming ,
Passion healing affair , still craving for her love .
Spark out illusion , she tangible in the cerulean eyes ,
Arms wide open , welcoming her invitation ...
Mesmerizing , no hesitation , deep affection ,
Silently fell for her .
Skin sliding over skin , lips melting into one...
Bodies shaking, growing fahrenheit .
Whispering hertz...moaning tune, screaming ,
Curving smile , sweaty look ,
Squeezing every optimum of pure love .
Heart rending addiction , passing through veins ,
Sweet seduction , pleasure with pain .
Dimples , teasing ,
Deer eyelids , pausing sight ,
Warm breathing , firing up passion ,
Heart beats , closing in ,
Love trinity in souls unity.
Flying high , dare to fall ,
Gave her wings , playing with rainbow , cloud no 9 ,
Her face is the sky and the moon smile ,
Galaxy forming the way we love ,
Is it a dream or dreams come reality?
It's a dream leading destiny, collation of two souls ..
Thinking , needing , bleeding , passion healing affair ,
still craving for her love ......
by
MAHi - Galaxy
Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 7:36 PM UTC
∙∙∙◦◦•◎•◦◦∙∙∙
Grasping her every arm,
In unowned mittens and scarf.
Tattered, the eyes red as Mars.
Though all she can do—
Is gaze to peoples jewel afar,
And wonder in optimum.
The best possible way to omit;
A lifelong scar of tantrum.
An infinite tribulation mimics.
Mediocrity sneaks to pry.
Uncanny euphoric figments,
Biding the year-end tide.
To lay undone ashes of shame.
She mourns a winterscry.
Putting off the endless dolor,
Till death ends that butterfly.
Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 10:08 PM UTC
Oxygen
I’m breathing oxygen into my bones.
How can I help myself, when I cannot love alone?
Bubbles flow through every wire;
Microbubbles flow through every vein.
I need to breathe your love into my heart,
So I can feel alive once again.
Broken thoughts wait to be repaired
And understood,
Until they appear in your view.
Waiting on a memory to come into focus;
Do I whisper or shout a prayer?
I would make my destiny appear to be in my hands,
If I only knew…
All I see are random images.
Random pictures, random memories,
Written down like a crossword clue;
I breathe out my thoughts, as I breathe in you.
A wish to improve us in this moment in time;
I’m breathing in oxygen. I’m breathing out life.
I’m just breathing oxygen;
I’m breathing oxygen…
Still searching for new memories, I hope I am still alive in your eyes.
Chasing my future, when I am so weak; I have never seen my optimum.
I’m breathing life into my day; I’m floating into the light.
Up through the water currents, I am rising with the sea;
My heads bursts through the barrier and I can, at last, breathe.
If breathing is all that I can do,
Then I will breathe for you too, if you need me to.
If love is all that I can give,
Then I hope my love helps you to once more breathe.
Let me breathe into you the oxygen you need,
To love this life that we live.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 8:35 PM UTC
the glitterball in space
wrapped in wormholes
caressed by distant quasars
peak at optimum speed
before floating falling
toward the muted aromas
of space age earth
the bile of industry
smears the planet in neon
one giant shinning marble
city lights stretch
in the haze from pole to pole
whatever hemisphere
whatever timezone
whatever continent
aqua is the precious mineral
few places exist where
hope springs life eternal
rivers were rerouted years ago
run by power corporations
who package it in sachets
with dehydrated memory
a planet of consumption
tectonic plates stitched
stapled, bridged and woven
the fabric of the world
we unzip to consume
revel in the electronic tune
that breeds our contempt
for the the lost seasons
our reason dilluted, polluted
by the tune that remains the same;
beautiful stranger
dream a dream for me
because now all we have
between us
is acid rain.
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 8:29 AM UTC
Chances are you've changed your plans again and
I'm betting I'm no longer a part of them
So I stand still and
You go steady
I guess you thought my friendship needed a vacancy
As if we could have too many
Reach a maximum occupancy
Exceed the optimum capacity
I have to say I'm not surprised
I've been told bigger lies
I often wonder why our pants aren't on fire
Isn't that what we used to say to each other?
Liar liar
You're too busy and
I'm too guilty
Ultimately
I don't really want you to be this happy
That says less about you and more about me than
I love you
Ever did
I'm sorry you had to babysit
My infantile intake of insults
Never ceasing to receive the same results
I just wish you wouldn't insist it was only my fault
Be honest
It wasn't just me who crossed the line
I was never leaving lies behind
When you found out you just said
You'll be fine
Liar liar
Go get married and have two kids
A few years from now you can tell me how it is
I won't know how it feels to repeal vows
Wedding band wasteland
What wonderful self worth we might have
Ill hang out here near the exit
Loitering through life and
Longing for the opportunity to
No longer want to be loved
When the fire crashes down from above
I will look to the sky and whisper
"Best friends forever"
Aflame at last
Liar liar
Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 2:07 PM UTC
this is some kind of torture
I felt like Alex must have
when they had him strapped in]
and poored drugs in his eyes
and showed him images he had to learn to despise
but he didn't wanna learn
and neither do I
Lipstick
Cigarette
******* kisses
In low light bars where the only witness
is your own **** conscience
and how she loves to tease
draws you down to your knees
before snarling her teeth.
Oct 12, 2012
Oct 12, 2012 at 7:47 AM UTC
Das Licht oder the Being
little 1 part in
How many?
How many parts are you part of
on the whole,
how many,
would you say, if you thought?
took thought or
take thought or
make thought? thinking
per se, the thing of thinging is
thinking first,
what if?
then, and so on
step 1. step 2. step 4.
the tree of actions
abstract syntax trees
confusing, mixing, merging, then
scatter to the four winds and their
tributaries
all the families and tribes and nations and languages
to attain optimum genetic detergency by
sorting on the best to
survive the lie,
history hides behind,
Plato's Republican Lie to the Democratic mob,
the emperor's idea, the idea of empire,
the top-down empire that fell,
in the vision that satrap
in Babylon saw before
the writing on the wall.
We are with you always.
We are the poor in spirit.
You feel
poor?
No, then go feel good.
Good with light burden and easy yoke and poor,
but not
hungry
but not.
What quest must we take once more?
A request was offered in prayer,
an asking for a why to live.
The quest take as granted
for the asking
asking again
ask
May I have some more money?
to repair my house and any
thing money can repair?
Say yes. amen.
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 4:25 PM UTC
Winters pendulum heavy with sky
dark
Swings slowly to its optimum
strength
Scything through all the Stars
clean
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 8:58 AM UTC
It is crazy
To think like me...
I am laughing at my thoughts
I think of these things:
What if ?, Is the question ...
What if life had a pause,
Would you press it?
Would you get tired and bravely enough pause your life then later press it on?
I am wondering how many times I would pause mine
What if life has a refreshing button
Would you press it?
Would you mess and just refresh life and golden you turn again?
I am wondering how many times I would refresh mine
What if life had reverse gear
Would you reverse it?
Would you grow that when white hair grows you just reverse to your teenage?
I am wondering how many times I would reverse mine
What if life had a replay button
Would you press it?
That you liked an incident so much that you replay it daily!
I am just wondering how many times I would replay mine
What if life had an ending button
Would you press it?
That the problem you undergo is too big,and life is too tiresome,boring and you just end it.
I am just wondering if I would ever take my hand near that button!!!
Life is spiral ...
we rotate as we climb
same as we deteriorate
We miss steps and stumble
And pour blood
And hurt because we are human!
Life is a ladder
We need to lean it fast on a wall before we climb
Hands,eyes and legss
Should be proper to use.
Life is an equation
We need a rule
To solve it!
Life is perishable
We need a greenhouse
To mould it,
For its optimum performance
Is above the threshold of might
A man can.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 2:40 AM UTC
The lucky red Chinese lanterns filled the restaurant atmosphere
with a happy glow. David and I had just concluded
our meal and set about opening our fortune cookies.
David’s read: “Some extra bucks are floating your way”
“I like that!“ he exclaimed, his face lighting up like the
lucky lanterns swaying from the ceiling.
I opened mine: “From the heart you draw true happiness.”
“I like that even better,” quipped David. I agreed contemplating
on how true wealth is not measured by the amount of
green paper or gold bullion we can cram into our pockets
but by the nature and vast reservoir of love stored
up in our hearts. For it is love that brings the bliss of
self knowledge and makes clear our purpose and path of service.
Of course, the green stuff is necessary for a balanced,
optimum life but it should not become the be all
or end all of our lives.
Sathya Sai Baba says: “Wealth does not accompany one
when he leaves the world. Wealth is necessary only for
meeting one’s essential needs.Too much wealth is
an embarrassment like an over-sized shoe.
Too little of it is likely to be painful like a tight-fitting shoe.
So, it is desirable to have only that amount of wealth
that is adequate for one’s basic needs. You should
try to promote the wealth of good conduct, strive to earn
the eternal wealth of the wisdom of the Spirit.
Happiness is union with God."
Lots of Prema,
sonya ki
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 1:11 PM UTC
Sky climbing is the optimum reason
I’m still reaching for the chances with you my dear
Deep cleaning the air with my lies
Diving back down towards the water zone
Casually faking what I truly meant to say
Boiling down the points to the upcoming ******
Moments lingering behind this setup
Ideas melting sliding closing shattering
Behind this glowing sunrise sets upon another sunset
Winds twisting me into an oblivious maze
Universes collide forming new breathable air
Kiss upon your forehead, is the end
Feb 1, 2010
Feb 1, 2010 at 7:42 AM UTC
I have you wrapped in my arms
stretched out on a red leather sofa
facing one another we connect
as we often do with eyes engaged
After a gentle loving kiss to remind
you that you are forever the one
I get you to close your beautiful
blue eyes and relax deep into me
Our CUDDLE TIME is precious
in securing optimum mental health
and releasing the stress of the day
until we are mind-clutter free.
Dec 16, 2016
Dec 16, 2016 at 2:39 AM UTC
Ascetic are our ways,
But vitalizing, our planet.
A beast of ever-changing,
Host to a home of restless thinkers.
We plan to live, to thrive, to marry, to survive,
But never to accept mortems call.
It is our way, it is our want, we never change, we only taunt,
To continue with the optimum:
To continue to destroy, to hate, to ****
We claim to evolve, yet remain astray,
Step in sync, we demand,
Join the march of regret.
We cry wolf:
Declare deaths unnatural--
Only proper if they fit our chosen form!
We cry dog:
Condemn those like us, yet not us,
Brand them evil for daring to exist!
We cry human:
Denounce those who dare not follow our rule,
Who betray our command!
To be a person, to be a human, we set limits, we set categories, we set nature,
We dictate what 'right' ought to be,
But who are we to decide what should and shouldn't?
Who are we to assert good and evil,
When nature simply exists--
To neither be right,
To neither be wrong,
Beyond our classifications and laws,
Is to be natural.
But then arises the paradox:
To be truly natural is to be beyond,
To not comprehend anything that lies beneath,
To be truly neutral and never bound,
Is to coat our mural red,
Is to shatter our world as we know it.
So we heal, we steal, we build, we break,
Not for the earth--
Not for the beast who knows no sin or virtue,
But for the world we forged in fire and din,
A world of our design,
A world of human hands.
Mar 30, 2025
Mar 30, 2025 at 4:43 PM UTC
Stalwart was he,
Lackluster he wasn't.
He was acephalous,
Never minded rules.
My Uncle was optimum of most women,
He philandered with many, but we still loved him.
Now that he is gone,
all we have left is recollection of the past,
and dreams of things we didn't have the chance to do.
We're stuck in a melancholy mood, that nothing can help us escape.
Oct 28, 2012
Oct 28, 2012 at 7:00 PM UTC
As the days pass me by like rush hour traffic,
I remain standing still,
Watching people come and go,
Seeing from afar there smiles and tears,
As I stand here, I wonder if somewhere, someone is watching me stand here?
A innocent bystander to this cruel world,
Watching it inflict it’s pain on these tortured souls,
As I stand watching this world go by,
I see the tears in her eyes,
I see the flowers in his hands,
I see old age catching up with the elderly,
And I see the youth self destructing,
I’m watching this world go by me,
And I bare witness to what these people are going through,
The glazed eyes of the women who keeps her eyes set on her destination,
Trying to avoid any suspicious looks from strangers like myself,
I see the young man who is dressed smartly, yet keeps fixing his attire, showing all the insecurities his clothes can’t hide,
In the corner, I watch two children playing with one another, the optimum of innocence,
The closest thing to purity on this world,but for how long will it remain,
I look to my left and see a broken man, without a home or food in his mouth or money in his pocket, only a suspicious looking bottle,
Little does he know, he’s not any different from the women with the glazed eyes,
he may be drowning his sorrows, she may be hiding them,
It does not change the fact that what they are feeling is the same,
This world holds so much emotion, but we all try to stop and analyse it,
We all walking this disbelief that their pain is more important than yours,
They are mistaken, for it is what we feel that makes us remotely human,
It’s what makes all the lies, all the hurtful actions and all the wrong decisions normal,
We are all representations of our own failures,
Understanding that the stranger next to you in the bus, train, ATM line or restaurant are struggling with there very own existence,
We are all but finely painted fakes of our original paintings. Trying to hide the flaws and present a pretty picture of perfection which does not exist.
May 1, 2010
May 1, 2010 at 8:14 AM UTC
An Ode Poem to Present Past Times . As the Mind is following its free creating Spirit. Paper is patient, people are not. About Molenwijk, about a cutting artist, a Tale apart....
I feed you with love,
I nourish you with my smile,
my countless patience, my sunshine, my passion,
I nurture you with all things
what can do to you to bloom.
I have brought you my deepest secrets
and feed you with my own blood.
Only you can make me
as I am today.
Thousands of people,
all kinds of interests,
I came and I go back,
nothing I have noticed.
You came from the darkness,
I saw, I discovered
and I made you my own.
I'm your patient owner,
I hold you in my selfless love,
believe me, my past time hero,
our friendship will last
until many degrees below zero.
A sunlit remoted Molenwijk,
amidst of Indian Summer Autumn
Haarlem, a tale apart
precarious people look at you
like you're a piece of living art.
Is it so funny that
a workaholic, an overly prolific
a cutting artist who creates,
when his heart is on maximum optimum?
Molenwijk is very crowded now
and the beautiful sun rays make me sad,
give me feelings of deep tensions,
discomfort, brand new nostalgia
and latest fashioned depressions.
© Sylvia Frances Chan
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 12:09 PM UTC
Okeh, three ways, in the opening pitch,
the plan is novel, in itself. Okay, ok, si yes da ja.
We know, we do this part,
as words in mind, nada mas, a thought caught
as a poesy fallen star,
from Lawrence Kansas, not too far from
Shawnee Mission,
now that the meme and its meaning meet once
more, realizing a time kept hidden, for fear
of believing more than a Marvel Mind,
straight from first edition, Boom, era, of fully
Disneyfied American Mind, sponsored by
Mattel its swell
and Mars Candy Company and other child aimed ads,
though there was this unaffiliated
- channel, I was about to say, of course
- groove, rut, a grave - with its ends kicked out,
Can you
Imagine, he said that
amen?
and we all agreed at once, and what do you know,
there is a mind in the grand linkage system,
forged from ice by iron plows,
balance demands, optimum life on earth calls
the call to us all, be the thorny issue ye be
ye nanifestations of Romans 8, taken in minds
conjoining to attain, peace made
for temperature equilibrium,
just right…
think of it from an angelic anthro-myth-ledged being,
see the book of life talk to you, and say,
look, man, we made it, and we made it back.
But unless the temperature is going up, we failed.
Try again,
but no war this time. That's proven too self willed
a thing to give children premade.
My stick men were all Audie Murphy, when I was six.
Jul 29, 2021
Jul 29, 2021 at 6:41 PM UTC
Please leave me alone.
Stop telling me to be skinner, I am happier.
Stop telling me to be taller, I am happier.
I am happy being me.
Your comfort is pointless; I am gorgeous when I cry.
The more you force feed us your lies and expectations the thinner we get,
the closer we get to your ideal
your nothingness.
Until we eat ourselves away into nothing.
We rot into nothing.
Devoid of flavor and taste,
of heart and emotion.
So thin even the blood is our veins weighs too much.
And our heavy hearts and full heads are forced to be emptied,
just so we are thin enough to fit into your ideal,
so that I can compete at the optimum level.
**** the playing field, this is war.
This is me vs. her vs. him vs. them
I will fast for days so I can win this war.
Because that’s what they tell us to do.
To win, to win her, to win him; I must win his affection, his eye, his gaze.
I must win.
I am not allowed to congratulate anyone, to feel empathy or love.
Everyone is an enemy, everyone is a friend.
At the end of the day we’re all helping each other, you see.
We want you to be healthy!
We want you here, with us, stay with us!
Join us.
Be with us.
Be with me.
I’ll do whatever it takes!
Keep me!
I promise, by Spring I will fit into those jeans,
into that ideal.
But for now, my waist is too big, my hips too wide.
I promise you, by Spring, I will have completely changed.
Being a medium was always too big anyway.
Nov 29, 2011
Nov 29, 2011 at 10:31 PM UTC
The past is my shadow
the present is my mirror
and the future is my dream
my shadow just follows me
the mirror says to me who I am?
and my dream makes me optimum.
I would walk with new days
I need to have some new dreams
I would never be hopeless
because I am young
I need to be stronger in my next steps
because this new morning gives me freshness.
The new day makes me happy and feels good
I should take proper action
against my lazy mind
nature wants my company every day
because I am still so young
I just need to think of my bright future.
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 9:20 AM UTC