"phased" poems
My method sentimental
Bold is my mood
Surely with light
I must improve
I throw my self into a haze
In a mythical daze
Of rhythmic cortexes
A phased phrase
I run for a day
With the dreams
I cast truths away
My method sentimental
Bold is my mood
Surely with light
I must improve
Feb 9, 2010
Feb 9, 2010 at 4:13 PM UTC
Two snowflakes descend toward the ground.
One lands on the head of a man,
The other on the outstretched tongue of a woman.
The man thinks little of his snowflake,
while the woman is slightly amused by hers.
The man sees his as one of many landing at once,
while the woman's snowflake stands out.
During the descent of these snowflakes,
two things happen in particular.
The man is staring at the woman,
while he bumps into a passerby.
A student is taking a test,
while his friend is sleeping through it.
The snowflakes collide with the man and woman
in a seemingly accidental way.
The man and woman are unaware
of any particular snowflake coming at them.
But the snowflakes seem to follow a path
dictated by the wind,
as if aiming for their target.
The man is unaware of the passing woman
because of his fixation on another.
The man, along with the passing woman,
is also unaware
that they will be married in the future.
The student taking the test
will receive an A in the class.
The student sleeping will receive a C.
They each will go on to graduate
and have similar jobs.
The life of a snowflake is short,
but it has infinite forms.
It will melt, reform, and descend many more times.
The snowflake won't be significant
to its target in each life,
but the snowflake is not phased by this,
for it will have many more attempts.
Human life is like the descent of a snowflake.
It is made up of small moments
that we may or may not be aware of,
and that may or may not be significant.
Its time span is short,
and even when it is significant,
the significance is slight.
Unlike the snowflake,
humans aren't certain of having infinite forms.
The life that exists now
may be the only one given.
Human life should be spent
like the snowflake aiming for the tongue.
There's no guarantee that you'll make it,
or be remembered for it,
but if you have no direction,
there's no guarantee you'll have another chance.
Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 1:46 AM UTC
Here inlies the question,
What ones own child must face;
To look into thyself,
And conquer the human race.
For battles are won and lost with love,
And there we shall really see,
What ones own love will do,
Or is it hypocrisy?
For this shall be the stage, my friend;
And though these wars are waged,
I ask myself the time-old tale,
Who of us are phased?
Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 12:07 PM UTC
I'm a nature boy, nature boy,
Breathing in this nature joy,
Listening to this nature noise,
While walking with this nature poise,
Move with the wind when I begin,
Sunrise smile with a sunset grin,
Keep on skating when the ice gets thin,
Stars in my eyes earth In my skin,
Carrying worlds on overhaul,
Ain't broke no sweat not phased at all,
Walk the line while standing tall,
Simply born a natural.
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 11:09 PM UTC
The broken man can not feel,
no, the broken man can not heal.
The broken man creates a child,
and leaves it defenseless in the wild.
The broken man does not care,
no, the broken man is never there.
The broken man is built to roam,
after he destroys your home.
He'll put your life upon a shelf,
yes, the broken man only loves himself.
The broken man has no voice,
ignoring common sense with every choice.
It's his world, it's his life,
you've been hurled, for his wife.
It's his plan, it's his goals,
the broken man leaves broken souls.
The broken man just lives for fun,
he believes he is the only one.
The broken man is always dazed,
and believes his family is not phased.
The broken man cares much for wealth,
but still he only loves himself.
The broken man is my father,
and I don't wish to be a broken daughter.
It's his world, it's his life,
he’s got pearl, I’ve got strife.
It's his clan, filled by holes,
the broken man leaves broken souls.
The broken man does not feel,
no, the broken man will always steal.
The broken man creates a child,
and the broken man has never smiled.
The broken man cares not for health,
but he'll always only love himself.
The broken man is my father,
because of the mother I miss; he forgot her.
It's his world, it's his life,
you've been hurled, for his wife.
It's his plan, it's his goals,
the broken man leaves broken souls.
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 2:18 AM UTC
I lived once ago before death
Came and took my soul away
My hoodie is stained with blood and ash
I am so lost they worry as well
To how we got to this hell
I ask them stories to reclaim my brain
One girl says she was on a date
The man she met was nice and sweet
Until it was a quarter til eight
He grew very strange and became irate
He pulled her to the back o no
Quickly unzipped his pants to ******
She felt so much pain and shame
After he stopped he drew a gun
Cocked it
shot her
then smiled
and run
How horrible I thought to die like that
I asked a boy no older than 6
He said he is here but don’t know why
His story was like a newspaper blackeye
Playing with blocks while mom cook grits
The door opened up his brother walked in
To give a toy that he always liked
It was an army man just like his dad
But then that’s when his shirt turned plaid
His shirt stained with red lines all over
He grew real cold his mother in tears
It seemed his brothers gang life came home
Two stories with endings that ached my dome
As I walked past a tv I saw
My truth being told to me
“17 year-old walking back from school
With music in ears the hood on top
However his life would see a drop
A man called in with a compliant
And the cops came looking for a mess
But found a boy who they drew at
Behind his back their guns are raised
4 stop movings
0 warning shots
and then
Un phased
they unloaded their glocks
He fell another live lost.”
My heart
It drops
now I see
why the stain
We are all victims of violence or fear
The world just throws us away like beer
I miss my mom I miss my color
I miss my skin I miss my hair
I miss knowing that I knew love
Now I know my life was never
Going to fit in this world like a
Hand in a glove
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 7:46 PM UTC
This oddity so rare, and unaccustomed to me
My 'family' is one of hate.
Of disrespect and fist fights.
Broken and filled to the brim in grudges.
When we all have opinions, no one budges.
Such a normality to hear rinsing of knuckles after a fired conversation.
Is this family?
Can growing up with this be childhood?
Maybe this is why I feel much older than I am.
Feeling much more than my years.
Raised in a fired household,
A home up in blaze.
No one in this family even seems phased,
....
But I, I am.
Oct 1, 2012
Oct 1, 2012 at 2:47 PM UTC
I just want to let you know...
I appreciate time we spent together...
Though short as it was, it was worth every second...
If love is a game then I'm loosing it, if love is a drink then I'm boozing it, I have no choice but I'm choosing it, blacked out glass and I still see through it, maybe I still wondering what could've been, what might of been, only it's too late to see I
used to see, can you believe, time shared but you were hardly free, only been 3 months and you had to leave, so far away feels like you're over seas, but you're so close, just out of reach, why can't get you, glued to home and can't move my feet, you make me loose myself so I'll be blowing **** I'm the rapper lost in love with no boundaries, I'm in too deep, I stand alone, close my eyes and I see you here with me...
Yeah...
I ain't got time to hold your hand...
Hold your hand, hold your hand...
I ain't got time to rest my head...
Rest my head, rest my head...
Closed eyes...
Closed mind...
20 years from now we could end up together; who knows, seems like forever but let the impossible grow, you really showed me how to do this, without you I'm hopeless, I sit on the night bus writing this feeling down right broken, the light of life blinding my eyes, how did I let you go, I remember cowering in the corner, police on the road, sirens in my head, letting my tears flow, a kid with no chance, been useless from the get go, so much **** has phased me, but no more you know, the things I've seen I how you've never, I told you my plans and you told me to "hit the road". I lost my head, lost for words, I see it in your eyes, from the my music you've heard, the feeling of desire, in your eyes, I feel you burn, you've scarred me from your fire, ours eyes have locked with my hands on your thighs, your hair let loose, and your lips never slip lies, and I've told you from the start, we can never be together and that it's on my mind, your love I've lost, lost and never found...
Yeah...
I ain't got time to hold your hand...
Hold your hand, hold your hand...
I ain't got time to rest my head...
Rest my head, rest my head...
Closed eyes...
Closed mind...
I like to think I'm a g, good luck with that, I feel like I'm losing it all, would I give up for you in fact, thats a question that passed my mind, and I find life like an exam you have to pass, she knows that, such a shame I failed that class, I know you like you know me, you, only things is our lives contrast, your off to University, I stayed behind, I'll just have to deal with that... I'm sorry...
Yeah...
I ain't got time to hold your hand...
Hold your hand, hold your hand...
I ain't got time to rest my head, rest my head, rest my head...
Closed eyes...
Closed mind...
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 6:06 AM UTC
Step inside my bedroom.
It holds a warm body
That makes sounds of lust
Step inside my bedroom.
I holds a mind of its own
That releases nothing but laundry
Step inside my bedroom.
It holds a heart of green
That embraces all but hate
Step inside my mind.
Which holds a body hot with anxiety
Who makes lustful tunes of surgical desire
Step inside my mind.
It holds a bedroom if it’s own
That realeases all ‘out phased’ laundry
Step inside my mind.
It holds a heart of mine
Step inside my heart.
It holds a mind of theirs.
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 11:08 PM UTC
Hearts and emotions
Fill each memory and motion
Fast moving; fast phased
Your world so hard to chase
Beats moving low
Intervals took so slow
Slow moving dances
Their eyes stare
The rhythm and glasses stun
Each classic chic and hair bun
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 6:13 AM UTC
I see you here, now.
Phased out in dreamscapes.
Eclipse the conscience,
Those things lost in different states.
Screaming out my name-
Gentle lips, kiss my face
Aug 23, 2023
Aug 23, 2023 at 10:41 PM UTC
Sometimes
A page has to be flipped to find another chapter
some doors have to shut for others to open
tears have to be shed if a soul is to see laughter
a road has to reach the end for another to begin
a generation has to be phased for another to takeover
war has to be fought (peace lost) for peace to be found
sometimes
men rise when others fall, a hole is dug to fill a hole
a fight is started to win a fight, all it cost... to win it all
some lead to follow and others follow to lead
sometimes the chills from the rains of greed
cause the greatest of shivers
when Augeans are clean and ***** are rivers
sometimes
equilibrium is reset by living on the edge
and to know freedom we have to be bound
sometimes calm's plucked off a tree of rage
and for a people to be whole, a people have to be torn
so death has to happen sometimes for life to be born
Sometimes
to find heaven we go through hell for it don't have to start but end well
as savagery brings-forth civilisation,unity's found in the arms of session...
sometimes the loudest of riots are what a people in silence says
as the darkest nights are sometimes recipe for the brightest days
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 5:22 PM UTC
I often think back to the times before school
Times when I was 3
When my mother would stand in the rain with my big brother
Rain boots and umbrellas keeping them dry
I remember getting scared of the thunder and I'd wake up in a panic, because she wasn't next to me.
She always came back inside,
Tossed a movie into the VCR
And stroked my hair
Promising me it was just God bowling
Celebrating the new angels he's welcomed home
She always mentioned that he was sorry for being so loud, but couldn't contain his excitement.
Now I'm almost finished with school
And it's never phased me, when I dont wake up to her
I don't wake up to her at all
She left.
And I dont think much of the thunderstorms anymore
Its just rain
And I just feel empty and anxious
Petrichor always arrives at my door step
Welcome home petrichor...
Maybe I'll throw a bowling party for you since my mother won't return...
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 9:23 PM UTC
in the passenger seat of your
tightly packed subaru
i felt as good as royalty
you as king, me as queen,
always wondering what lay in store
for me and you.
little did i know it would
come stammering to a halt
not that it should've
but i always found it strange
how you added salt
to your macaroni and cheese
not that it phased me,
no, i loved you all the same
your salt and all.
because i was taken advantage of
and you were salty as ever
and i was high off the ground
in a lifeguard chair as i told you the news
and i heard clattering on the other end of the line
you were done, you were no longer mine
and suddenly it was as if
the ocean had its own gravitational pull
begging me to come in, come and drown
i would go fleetingly, with nary a sound
but i grabbed familiarities instead
took the knife to my skin again
and it bled and it bled and it bled
i never wanted it to stop
i was surrounded by
people who knew what unconditional meant
and they wrapped me up, kissed my
wounds with their closing fingers
too many times
i should have died.
there is no requiem for a dream
there was no requiem for me
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 12:59 PM UTC
she could feel each and every cell in her body
and as she thought about her existence,
about how difficult life had been,
about all the pleasant moments,
and the less pleasant,
she began to wonder about him.
he was someone who could have lead a
short time in her life, someone who
phased in and out of contact through
each month and maybe one day they
would hang out and catch up over
coffee, living life in an adultier way
because she would have had to move
out nonetheless.
he could have meant nothing more than
a best friend from one time and nothing
more than a friend in another time, but
instead he meant the world to her and
she fought for him with everything in
her being and she couldn't understand
how he meant to so much to her.
was it normal to put your dreams on
pause so that you can be with someone
who may or may not stick around?
it terrified her, but she loved him
with every cell in her body.
Jun 22, 2016
Jun 22, 2016 at 3:12 AM UTC
I can't trust my mind or my heart like you can't trust a post laxative ****
Seems like they've both been plotting against me from the start, planning to steal this soulful art
Like they know when it comes to the afterlife, reincarnation plays a big part
And with the knowledge and comfort of that truth they're ready to scrap me now like bad art
A defective throw away product that seems to have been bought at a dollar general corner mart
Then pushed around in a stolen grocery cart till interest fades and goes dark
I have to find the right end with no place to start, close my eyes and toss a dart
Then keep the blindfold on and let you tell me the score, not smart
Last time I trusted either of you ya fed me the equivalent of a week old shart
Through a feeding tube that I didn't need according to my hospital chart
Neglecting real issues when there's endorphins to bogart, losing my mind, watching my soul depart
I've lost and broken the both of you yet you still torment me, not even phased by my rampart
I never stood a chance, oblivious to the warning siren like Mozart, silent as I'm pulled apart
No one will think back on me but if they do I'll just be seen as another failed upstart
©2020
Dec 7, 2020
Dec 7, 2020 at 6:42 PM UTC
in the annals of cricket
those of greatness get a mention
for what they've achieved on the wicket
these men stand head and shoulder
above the rest
their contribution
to the game
has
been written as the best
three men have inspired
younger players
in their homelands
they've accomplished
much on wickets
throughout the many cricket playing
lands
Steven Waugh(Australian Captain)
the master strategist
who had a captain's mind
replete with brilliant tactics
when he took to the pitch
the opposition teams
would quiver in their
collective boots
field placement
over deliveries
the weather conditions
all of these factors
actuated in his mind
so he could
bring an innings
of a notable kind
Sachin Tendulkar (Indian Batsman)
the king of the blade
who none can equal
in test matches
his cuts and cover drives
were worthy of an epic prequel
his style with the bat
twas magic to see
he had a prowess
of majesty
Vivian Richard (West Indies All Rounder)
he was never phased
he held his nerve
with the bat or the ball
a tradesman
who fielded what ever came at him
and in his relaxed style
chewed on a piece of gum
and demolish
the bails
with a Caribbean hum
cricket's hall of fame
that 22 yard pitch
where three greatest of the game
performances
did of fans
ever bewitch
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 6:45 PM UTC
Pixie dust sprung from Jimi's eyes
as he rolled in microdot dreams,
purple phased out blades of grass
waved - then heaven screamed ,
We watched smart pebbles line the beach
marching to a psychedelic Sousa band
we know must be playing somewhere,--
discarded notes strewn in the sand.
The pea stones kept amazing time
clicking piezoelectric sound
counting out the midnight sun
as darkness shone around.
So who has seen the sun at midnight?
shining darkly, shadow rays,
playing hooky with the pixies
as the rest just stood n gazed,
The thief he stole our conscience our ego
and our self, left us singin Dylan songs
whose lyrics were his wealth!
The joker saw the sun go down,
a shimmering silhouette, whilst
the thief atop his watchtowe
lit a final cigarette.
He has seen the sun at midnight
shining darkly,, shadow rays,
dancing through the dark
delights of a ruptured world sunset.
B Z; AN
Sep 10, 2010
Sep 10, 2010 at 10:37 PM UTC
I don’t normally do this,
but tonight I lived the dream I
followed since age thirteen.
We laughed together, played videogames,
and I didn’t even care the room was tiny as
a cube.
Though I sat in silence I was seeing the moment
and ****** of who I will write checks with
and the people who will never be phased by
anything in my head.
Tonight I was happy I put down the knife or scissors
every time I decided to take it myself.
Tonight I thanked my mother who would lay beside me at night
and hear my every cry about being mimicked and mocked.
Tonight I thought of my dad who took time to buy tickets and
put up with my intense cheering as the Bruins won the game.
I thanked my brother tonight for spending time with me and blasting
hip hop in the car when nobody else would for either of us.
Though tonight,
I let my family do their own thing.
I kept them in mind and remembered every lesson they learned then passed
onto me about how to have a problem but to put it on the back burner
while with others and to fulfill their comfort.
I went out tonight.
These are people whom I want to walk this world and praise the lord
they are here and living the way they do.
Because tonight I shared moments of life with them.
I’m the luckiest woman on earth,
Thanks for the fun we had tonight, my beloved friends.
We’ll do this again, I don’t think it,
I know it.
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 12:12 AM UTC
Craving affection, I did what any girl would do.
I knew he wanted me
and I knew I would regret it
but I pushed past the guilt
and willed my thumbs to be bold
because my mouth would not.
* I'm bored. Want to make out?*
He replied almost instantly
though not looking in my direction
where I sat not more than a foot away.
My phone buzzed.
One new text
Open.
I convinced myself he would know it didn't mean anything.
So I kissed him in the poorly decorated guest bedroom.
I didn't like the way his mouth felt
or the way his hands passive aggressively caressed me.
He was surprised by my utilization of lip nibbling.
He said he could get used to it.
He closed the door.
"I'm not going to have *** with you."
He's terrible at pretending he's not phased by this.
I don't let him walk me to my car,
fearing he'll expect a goodnight kiss.
But that's not what this is.
Maybe he'll realize
I was longing for someone else's kiss.
Sep 25, 2013
Sep 25, 2013 at 3:47 PM UTC
you're all gone
or dead
one of the two
maybe caught
in limbo.
it bothered me
for a while
but days passed
and i've found
it hasn't phased
*every emotional problem i'd had with your lingering somewhere in my head.
i just hope you're doing well in whatever it is you're doing anymore.
i don't want any calls, texts, or salutations. i just want you to know now you're gone,
and that i was there the whole time you were leaving, trying to pull you back in.*
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 10:57 PM UTC
two sides of the same coin, two parts of the same struggle, a heavier burden to juggle,
Ive seen trouble in the eyes of the children on the news,
visions of the glazed and un-phased, shuffling in ruin
as foreign investors appraise the worth of the people theyre ********
the one moral man looking in the mirror asks what are we doing?
Coffee and cocoa-beans,
oil and toil,
diamonds on the queens ears ripped from the soil,
these are the things for which we ****
and people wonder why they can never get their fill,
why they feel morally ill?
perhaps paying taxes dosen't wipe the dirt from your fingers,
halfway around the world construction workers hurry the child to drop his dead mothers hand,
so they can bulldoze her home because the land is high in demand
for agricultural redevelopment, swine being brought in for re-settlement
people for pigs, the market is your master,
the dollar is your god, and your life is a disaster
the reason your life is a facade, is you cant turn false idols through ego worship into god
from a fake wife with fake *******
to fake kids with fake mental problems, A.D.D. generation and corrupt therapists to absolve them
to fake pastors, with fake ideals
this is what happens when one man profits from what another man steals,
and corporations re-define how love feels
and the rich try and justify why the poor have no food
why their own poor have no food, but why its more important to allocate funds to the protection of crude,
this is the slavery to which you have been raised
the hypocrisy of democracy can go on for days,
America, land of the thieves, where ideology is cheaper than bark on the trees
America, the land of the lie, where the children of the poor happily die
and yet America, the land where ideals meet reality, where the hopeful optimism of the middle class rightfully challenges the decadent edifices of the status quo
and where evil in the hearts and the minds of all of us has a chance to be laid to rest through the spirit of altruism,
America the ultimate battleground for truth to triumph over lies,
but where you stand, in the end, is the ultimate surprise.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 1:01 PM UTC
One night, I saw her.
The light. Her cheeks.
The shining grin
coming and growing and fading and going in
a matter of weeks.
She's always phased me,
the side of her she never lets me see.
Were you once a part of me?
What do you go home to?
You're always alone, always alone
always alone.
Will you let me show you you're never alone,
never alone
never alone.
To all the lovers' who made their letters
put in a bottle tossed out to sea
they're just as lost as we are
they're just as lost as we are.
To all the lovers' who made their letters
put in a bottle tossed out to see
they're just as lost as we are
they're just as lost as we are.
You'll keep your distance.
I'll keep my space.
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 6:32 AM UTC
Visual interest –
he is twiddling his thumbs,
has marinated his split ends
with a brew of saliva, tears,
and sweat from his temples;
I see, then watch in ****** concern,
I must recognize the person who
could act with such gawkiness,
while appearing so poised:
he is like a performer on stage,
and I am his captivated audience.
Between two index fingers a
mug is situated, vapor fabricating
from its contents – presumably
coffee, with its caffeinated veins
pulsing as a phased mine of energy.
I wish I could be the pin on his vest
or the leather strap bearing his luggage;
his home must be calloused and draped,
its wealth in a single fireplace where
my poetries burn quick, quick, quick.
Aug 23, 2012
Aug 23, 2012 at 7:13 PM UTC
I asked myself to this day
Weather or not I would be the same
If they just stayed together, if they just didn’t split.
I had thought things would get better, that nothing would ever change
But that was wrong
and the longer I care
the more I drown in my salty lake of tears
That’s hidden under my bed from the world who thinks I’m smiling.
I wonder to this day
If only they let me watch as he moved away
Instead of sending us to naptime
And let us wake up to change.
Seeing him a reck and her in joy made me feel broken too
And the longer I care
The more I drown in my salty lake of tears
That’s hidden under my bed from the world who thinks I’m smiling.
I question to this day
If my mom told truth to us or lied to us to get agreement.
She said we were a packaged deal, he’d love us all the same,
Was I just a gullible four year old then
Or was it a truth that changed, I don’t know
But the longer I care
The more I drown in my salty lake of tears
That’s hidden under my bed from the world who thinks I’m smiling.
I worry to this day
If I’d ever get phased out
If one McKay was an up roar
What would the rest be like?
Only the three of us left and we all feel left so lonely and cold
But the longer I care
The more I drown in my salty lake of tears
That’s hidden under my bed from the world who thinks I’m smiling.
I still feel the pain, the morn, and the scrutiny to this day
Even after 10 years have past
Anxiety rules me
Making fear overstay its welcome
Making me care
And pushing my head beneath my salty lake of tears.
That’s hidden under my bed from the world who thinks I’m smiling.
I noticed to this day
That if I don’t care
I won’t feel the pain, the fear, the insane
The triggers might go away
And why these things won’t just go away, I really do not know.
I do know that the path I took had a lot of broken trees and dying flowers,
And I know that I’m tired of drowning over and over in my salty lake of tears
That’s hidden under my bed from the world who thinks I’m smiling.
But I can’t stop caring
so I continue to drown.
I can’t tell you why, simply because I don’t know myself.
But I think the world thinks I’m smiling because I let them,
Not because they don’t want to read the rest of this boring, dusty book,
But because I put a lock on it and hid the key.
So I care, and care
Until I am submerged by my salty lake of tears,
That’s hidden under my bed from the world who I let think I’m smiling
Dec 8, 2019
Dec 8, 2019 at 7:00 PM UTC