"percieved" poems
Tired of the sleepless nights
Thinking if my percieved reality is a
reflection
Of my desires
Or if we stand here flesh and bone
Paranoia making fresh wounds of the scars
left...
From the last time i adored false idols
But the song of the siren drew me from the
night
And it fed me the nectar of its fruit
So her venom now flows through my veins
My every thought laced with the poison
whoms cure lies in the sirens cloak.
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 9:40 AM UTC
Creeping up, a silent foe,
Breaking him down, nice and slow,
Crushing all his hopes and dreams,
Bravery fading, silent screams,
Fighting on, war and peace,
Just to get, a partial release,
A little confidence, suddenly lost,
One step forwards, the ultimate cost,
Walls built, a safe distance,
Hiding the world, from his existence,
A man in a cave, keeping away,
Building the courage, to battle today,
Invisible injury, a runaway train,
Mental illness, significant pain,
Weakness, it's how it's percieved,
Colleagues find...It hard to believe,
Lack of remorse, absent support,
Pushes him, to obvious thoughts,
Attenion seeking, he was no more,
Discovered today, by local law,
Tears shed, guilt ridden hearts,
Talking history, picking him apart,
Realisation, lack of due care,
Former colleague...
Empty chair
----
Trying to find the words to explain the poem. The message is there. Think about your actions to those you see every day. The ones that annoy you, for their quirky behaviour. There is an untold story behind each of us. Some suffer in silence, some try to seek help. Compassion and understanding is within us all. The unseen illness is a killer.
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 5:50 PM UTC
I last saw her in Santiago
******* drunkenly in a Sub urban taverna
parading conceited pride in a twisted union
with that ******** heinous maniacal harlequin
each in vainglorious throes of their imagined septic mindfuck
Debauch celebration of collaboration of succubus and incubus
Some days she is saying Haloa in Hawaii
adorned as Sainti Maria the ***** now as Madonna
spewing words like a dove acting like a Nun in a Convent
the fiendess with two faces hiding her ****** like the ace in lace
the malignant serpent crawling in the duality of her neurosis
I last saw her in Santiago
In a sanctity of the poisoned insecures with exiguous minds
consumed with flaming fears she begs acceptance for inclusion
******* for percieved reflected glory from her fathers' jailers
The subjugated souls of chai wallah lives on in grandchildren
So when Santi Maria flirts from honey to beehive
Ready to ***** and part thighs and brain for minor pointing gun
Feel sorry for a damaged child devoid of a prime core never made
only obeisance to past rulers whose discarded cast-offs she wears
Her poems enchants but its virulent tools she takes in her body
I last saw her in Santiago
A slaved two-faced pretender who sings like a nightingale
In sub urban dives she postrates to friendly pats and gropes
Melting creeps and hot tigers begging subs for a heady drink
Brilliant yet blindsided to **** on knees as her children will too
Copyright@LaurenceA20thSept2018Allrightsreserved.
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 9:03 PM UTC
remember that time
laying in your bed
back when you we both thought we knew
and you stroked my stomach and kissed my hearts
variously placed of course
cleavage. stomach. hips. sleeve.
lustful sweet **** me now"
boundries not crossed but completely jumped
eh, **** it.
but for now... your hands?
here...
and there.
remember that time...
you smiled and i laughed
made the moment
...laughter.
"ahh **** ****
it was just a dream.
snap. back to the percieved
whats the point if i'm going to remember every smile,
moan and laugh
replayed...
over and over...
****
i'm fertile and *****
Feb 23, 2010
Feb 23, 2010 at 11:51 AM UTC
We get put into groups by the colour of our skin,
Judged if percieved as 'too fat' or 'too thin',
Singled out for looking different to them all,
Perhaps you are seen as slightly too tall,
Name calling and looks spotting is all the rage,
Ridiculous really in this day and age,
Both genders 'beauty' reviewed time and time,
This generation is certainly out of line,
They define peoples beauty by the medias conception,
Letting it alter their personal perception,
The pain they cause to the people they prey among,
Your faith in humanity would nearly be gone,
Who should show these people they are doing wrong,
What they have been causing all along,
Societies segregation and marginalisation,
Creates for us a serious realisation,
History is repeating again and again,
This same thing was happening way back when.
To be yourself today, is something they tell us is not okay,
We need to stop these people , tell them, soon it will be our day.
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 12:25 PM UTC
The pain felt because of pride and the need to be superior
To revenge some wrong percieved is not right no matter how turned or explained
If you can't be supportive you are not needed so move on
When looking for death and trying to stay positive I must remove that which pushes me toward the goal of death.
Why, why would you do this or be this way you have hurt me more then I can forgive or ever forget. The one I love isn't supposed to hurt me or the ones I love, but to hold me up and support me but you can't.
So we are done with the petty self serving hatred you carry yourself in shadows living in darkness and emptiness. Though you won't be alone you will find some man willing to accept your hatred and anger ignoring their own self respect to accept hour abuse.
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 4:02 PM UTC
Maybe, people think i like to talk a lot,
but there's no real consequence in what i say;
if you listen very carefully,
you can hear the silence in my words.
You may realise that the nothingness you hear
is really what i am trying to convey.
I am very unlikely what you have percieved me to be,
i'm not a contradiction, or a justification,
i'm not an ephiphany, or your solace.
I rarely make sense to you, but i know i understand myself
i'm not too good at getting across what i want to say,
sometimes i understand i'm not built that way.
I am not attention seeking but demanding,
I am not confusing just misunderstood,
I am not what you think i am likely to be.
Happiness is only a thought away
a determination is what is needed per day
don't try to understand me, when you can't speak me.
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 5:35 PM UTC
MH The Silent Foe
--
Creeping up, a silent foe,
Breaking him down, nice and slow,
Crushing all his hopes and dreams,
Bravery fading, silent screams,
- -
Fighting on, war and peace,
Just to get, a partial release,
A little confidence, suddenly lost,
One step forwards, the ultimate cost,
- -
Walls built, a safe distance,
Hiding the world, from his existence,
A man in a cave, keeping away,
Building the courage, to battle today,
- -
Invisible injury, a runaway train,
Mental illness, significant pain,
Weakness, it's how it's percieved,
Colleagues find...It hard to believe,
- -
Lack of remorse, absent support,
Pushes him, to obvious thoughts,
Attenion seeking, he was no more,
Discovered today, by local law,
----
Tears shed, guilt ridden hearts,
Talking history, picking him apart,
Realisation, lack of due care,
Former colleague...
Empty chair
----
Trying to find the words to explain the poem. The message is there. Think about your actions to those you see every day. The ones that annoy you, for their quirky behaviour. There is an untold story behind each of us. Some suffer in silence, some try to seek help. Compassion and understanding is within us all. The unseen illness is a killer.
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 6:14 PM UTC
the bright side
of the moon
is something seen quite rarely
the bright side
of the moon
is percieved as never scary
but let me tell you, dearest foe,
brightness is riddled with woe
happiness is just a myth
and being sane just lasts a blip
when you're stuck inside a mind
where all your thoughts are crude; unkind
wanting to escape this pit
isn't frequent, never a hit
i like being here;
the dark side of the moon
( in fact i'm in my house, trapped in my room )
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 3:19 PM UTC
All thoughts are individual. It is impossible to take the energy and apparatus to which that energy is transferred through to develop a thought. Therefore no knowledge is taken, all is perceived to wit a schematic and the apparatus developed by our brains to develop the thought. The thought is then subjected to the body and undergoes scrutiny to provide a relevance, priority and application. Therefore it would be safe to assume that all knowledge is neither subjective nor objective but an entirely new word that could exemplify itself as "Understood as developed by ones own." Where I got this schematic for this idea was in counterance to the percieved robbing of thoughts and ideas from books and ideas. Would it be proper to call it the same thought? No. Would it be proper to call it a reaction? Only in the most mechanical of senses that is cause following effect.
This idea would be to liken to a computer having a file copied from one machine to another, while the content remains the same in its physical interpretation on the screen would completely change. As if being opened by two seperate programs. And we are not talking about the files being the same when we talk about ideas, ideas are consequences of what is perceived therefore consequences of the that is copied. Ideas are the effect and in their way, an individual interpretation by how the schematic of an idea is followed by what is transferred.
This idea in itself makes up for the massive hurdle that is misunderstanding between two people, each hearing fundamentally the same things while producing two differing ideas. In summation, an idea is a scrutinized original built on the schematic of that which is perceived and is each independent of a person and their surroundings.
Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 1:20 AM UTC
For all the plants that never get the chance to dance in the wind
For the wilted who spill, drinking away their built up sin
To those who choose not to speak in order to avoid disaster again
I dare you, to put down your sword, and pick up a pen
Defenses guarding false pretenses anchored by apprehension
Left my soul suspended in the smog of a ***** dimension
Purging through pores and unlocking my mind's doors
Left me to believe in things I could not accept before.
Eye put on a pair of wings to elevate and see what was really in store
I chose limitless bliss and unending warmth
No longer was life a chore,
implored by something more
lured by an unseen force
and with all three eyes I now adore
..Knowing I am a fractal
could-be casualty
swallowing humanity's vain reality
drowning out the worst in me
cutting all my puppet strings
from the cloud that had power to make me bleed
noticing symphonic synchronicites
I jumped in the river and floated downstream
inhaling sweet oxygen no longer dying to breathe
For when we try to release, we see peace as it comes naturally
we've been searching for tranquility when it exists in you n me.
the modified god with unlimited ability
Yet even the highest high can go blind when we lose the will to dream
I can't be there for each road as it bends
But I know as of late, can't say I've been a good friend.
So with every ounce of love I can extend
I'll meet you down the river, at what seems to be the percieved end.
You will meet an eagle eager to offer you a feather,
dip it in ink.
Write out every single pattern of you weather,
and let it take you to the brink.
The frequencies within and around will astound as you use shears on your own tether,
Faster than you can unconsciously blink.
At last you can relax knowing it gets better forever,
For together we won the right to think.
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 1:28 AM UTC
The sky betrayed an aura of foreboding
Not that I expected anything to happen
And perhaps it was just the impending storm
But the air itself seemed to dance
As every molecule vibrated visibly
And meticulusly
Towards some unseen end
And to be sure
It wasnt just the storm
But the sand upon the shore
Galloped away from the whisking waves
To a percieved safety
Flawed though it may be
That is what they percieved
Those lonely grains of sand
And that shrouded musky air
Fleeing from winter's lips
Revealing teeth, but in the bare
If not but for the few
Grains of sand and dancing air
Whom escaped winters grasp
Would this tale be told
And dark winter, upon its lips
Wears a dream of spring
Out of the cold
Jan 30, 2011
Jan 30, 2011 at 9:03 PM UTC
Oh love.
Opposite of what I percieved
Convicted of knowing you
but I was decieved
I am ready to learn.
Now
Teach.
Copy Right 2013
Patty Ann
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 9:59 AM UTC
When you choke me...
My sight begins to shift
Dark red spirals and firefly esque spectacles
Asphxiation.
A carnal pleasure in books read in jest
But when inacted, thrills my body to be numb to all but one sense...
You look almost supernal, they say what we enjoy was sent from perdition.
Above me jostling, By the way we moan i can tell...
Some primitive sriek and an attempt at communication
Gets lost in between the sheets of our bodies jubilation
A partnership made between lkies and temptation.
My hands keep on slipping I grab and start preparing
your hair a frenzied mangled sport
my tongue is pressing ever forward
Our arms are wrapped, a lovers embrace
A complete release into a solitary state where actions become sounds
and shivering is garunteed.
the only time a scream is allowed during laughter
My
Sight
Begins
to
shift
A pale white angel porcelain like figurines, perfection only percieved she kisses and
scratches in acceptance and gratitude.
Dark red curls and deep green pasture like iris's.
Gleaming with tears and startled by my endless
Captivation!
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 12:55 PM UTC
Throughout all of time, and even at one (or any point); There was you.
For me; time swirled in memories of fixated moments in time, surrounding me and attempting to distract the reality of time as I percieved it.
For you; Time was passing differently yet somehow you began to understand the fixation of time at certain points .
Such a distraction for you, you've told me.
Despite the vast distances of space, you and I will be joined by the intersection of moments in time; revolving around each other, coming closer and closer.
Till that moment, shared in time,
A most wonderful singularity.
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 6:31 PM UTC
When you choke me...
My sight begins to shift
Dark red spirals and firefly esque spectacles
Asphxiation.
A carnal pleasure in books read in jest
But when inacted, thrills my body to be numb to all but one sense...
You look almost supernal, they say what we enjoy was sent from perdition.
Above me jostling, By the way we moan i can tell...
Some primitive shriek and an attempt at communication
Gets lost in between the sheets of our bodies jubilation
A partnership made between lies and temptation.
My hands keep on slipping I grab and start preparing
your hair a frenzied mangled sport
my tongue is pressing ever forward
Our arms are wrapped, a lovers embrace
A complete release into a solitary state where actions become sounds
and shivering is garunteed.
the only time a scream is allowed during laughter
My
Sight
Begins
to
shift
A pale white angel porcelain like figurines, perfection only percieved she kisses and
scratches in acceptance and gratitude.
Dark red curls and deep green pasture like iris's.
Gleaming with tears and startled by my endless
Captivation!
Mar 15, 2012
Mar 15, 2012 at 5:31 PM UTC
so freeing,
yet so uncertain
will they look back,
will I look back
and judge
delivering the death sentence
condemning the past
how could you be so naive
so immature
so oblivious
the images
the scenes
stencilled, scratched into the surfaces
will they always be there
will they always make me
twist and squirm and turn
so dramatic
is this real (or is this just fantasy)
which perceptions are true
and which are just percieved
the time
it draws closer
the magic
will it stay?
how to contain the magic in a moment
the last receipt
Mar 21, 2012
Mar 21, 2012 at 3:38 PM UTC
One day, I'll remember
The poetry I read when I was young
And how it inspired words
Of long ago tomorrows
And one day, I'll remember
The songs we sang in so many yesterdays
The way we stayed up all hours
Wasting time with silly rhymes like these
And I'll remember the words we spoke
Barely uttered over candle light
The way it gave great insight
On how we'd percieved turbulant times
And I'll remember the wisdom we gathered
How we saw patterns change and falter
And how we deciphered the mysteries
Buried beneath early morning sunrise
But most of all, I'll remember
The way you smiled behind silent eyes
Even as you'd lean on me-
Wiping easy tears from your cheeks
I'll always remember
Your carefree melodies
How your high notes
Always filled up hearts and souls
I mean it when I say I could never forget my friend
Because pieces of you will always be beside me
Engraved into my mind, carefully
Etched by time
Jan 14, 2011
Jan 14, 2011 at 3:00 PM UTC
What is percieved as
the simplest man,
Could be a man so complex.
The most fit beast in the wild,
so strong, so protected,
could be the most sick.
What is a dull forest,
Can turn quickly
Into; a child's nightmare.
Darkness is friendly,
Until you go out,
And see it for yourself.
What may seem like the coldest winter,
May be a warm day,
to those with smiles.
The wolf's howling,
can scare away,
or invite home.
Why can't things just be simple?
Oct 25, 2009
Oct 25, 2009 at 10:34 AM UTC
We can flit about in inexhaustible
fury and the fervor of life is ours.
Entranced between the gates of conciousness and
natures infinite lust for possibilities .
With wings strectched beyond broad skies
antenna sense vibrations
we glide gathering energy from the sun, a driving force throughout the wood.
Sudden gravity and I can no longer glide
Was
this contemplation an act to enervate the minds restlessness?
Or am i a faculty in some other life forms rest?
Z cant find the answer to the shade of his wings
but the truth is in unique percieved reality
Feb 27, 2012
Feb 27, 2012 at 12:51 PM UTC
swallowed by the un-utterable
sheer magnitude
of that which surrounds
the preciousness
we oft-times mention it
in terms
designed to blunt and obscure
the horror
the fear in
all youth
and our self-derision
that this is so
swallowed by the sheer magnitude
of the deception
and our hollow responses
and the percieved future
we confront
still
we fall in love
and hope
this is probably
not enough
but it is what we do
in defence of a truth
almost forgotten
within the abuse
what i am ?
what i aint ?
soon all questions shall
be answered
Sep 29, 2010
Sep 29, 2010 at 2:45 PM UTC