"pandiculation" poems
As the pain just adds up,
I'll be your sponge and soak it in
Feeling it all within
Beneath me and below me
Tired of the Sin
That implements fear into our hearts
Never again will i witness such discouraging misery without having a hand into preventing it.
We're all guilty of pandiculation.
I'm no different, but at least i can attempt to stop some of the ravaging pulses that define our physical state.
We invented habit, but now we're trying to have a ribbon cut to end the ones we dislike the most.
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 12:34 AM UTC
Numbers tick down.
An idle buzzing.
A man speaking
but
no
words
come
out.
Muffled sounds from the other side of the room.
Running in circles
around what we really mean.
Perhaps if the buzzing would just...
STOP...
Outside people shuffle about like ants.
Preoccupied with the task at hand,
the ants carry an enormous weight
blindly
back to their queen.
"I'd like to-"
buzzzzzzzzzz
"Start with-"
buzzzzzzzzzz
ENOUGH.
Silence
Everything feels different in the silence;
numbers move more slowly;
circles become lines;
Everything changes.
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 11:23 PM UTC
When my stomach growls;
Body,
Mind,
& Soul grumble.
With hunger; my body yawn,
As my stomach growls.
To the ear; salutation my lips send.
To the neck; warm hug my cheeks give.
Pandiculation conquers my soul;
Artery convey no blood.
When my stomach growls,
Conscious, thoughts & emotions;
My worst taboos.
When my stomach growls,
My body; woo malfunction.
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 3:17 AM UTC