"phylum" poems
Secrets are my amplifier.
They burn in my heart like a forest fire.
I am made of those closeted items
they live in me like I'm their phylum.
For only I can keep such dark whispers
hid inside with painful shivers.
Speaking as the queen of hiding
I can assure that it is only time you are biding.
If you believe you can keep silent
think again, because the thoughts get violent.
Secret keeping is not for the faint of heart
it is, in fact, a sacred art.
(d.d.b)
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 11:06 PM UTC
Lately I have been over taken by a strange urge to high five a sloth. In truth I cannot explain this
at least with any sense of legitimacy.
I just feel like it needs to happen.
When it does it will be like me building a bridge.
Across species?
Maybe a class or phylum?
I have not taken biology so i don't know jack about this hierarchy of life business.
I also feel like sloths can teach us more than we can teach them
Like our lives are so fast paced
like a race and we are struggling to get to a finish line
That doesn't exist...
Sloths are like slow the **** down...
It'll be okay...
You'll get there...
I promise.
I kinda think i need that in my life.
A person...
or a sloth...
to just tell me it'll be alright.
I try and be that for so many other people
But I'm constantly losing my ****
on the inside.
Like most of the time
I'm fine
I can manage life
But that fear of dying
alone
unloved
It's always there
In the back of my mind
That can get the upper hand if my guard is down...
That **** scares me...
It's an irrational fear
I know that I am loved by many
I got buckets of love in this *****
makin the Cosby's blush with all this love.
But still this emptiness persist...
like i am incomplete on some level
Like i have to fix myself
But I know on a conscious level that..
I am enough.
But on some other level
I don't fully believe this...
And I need someone to tell me this...
I need to highfive a sloth...
Jul 27, 2012
Jul 27, 2012 at 10:26 PM UTC
Apple taste
Placed atop
Your head--
Shotgun
*Klu
Klux
Klank*
Bang
00 Buck
Shattering
Thine
Crystalline
*****
Optera
Forever
Encased
Behind Glass
Locked and keyed
Plead
Plead
Please
Let me out
To
Use my wings
I'll allow myself
This
Dream
Only for a
While of
Rubbing
Antennae
(With"you")
Caked
In Pollen
(All the other children used
To laugh at my unobtrusive
Thorax)
I forgot
The taste
Of Breeze
Please
Free me from
This prison
Cell
Inside
Your
Nucleus
Warm and inviting
I think
I could learn
To lov-
To lo-
No, I understand
You don't use the L-word
In this
Kingdom
Phylum
Class
Order
Family Genus
Species
You
Use much more subtle
Habitual
Mating Rituals
Practiced by
Boys
And Girls
Alone
Once
Their government
Handbooks are issued
Ashamed and
Full of doubt
They seek out
The silence
Offered on
Forgotten
Moons
Where they can
Meditate to
The infinite hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm of the universe
You can hear it
Now
If you listen close
Enough
*Almost
A
Whispering
Deep inside (me?)
I
Think
I could...
love you*
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 3:01 AM UTC
I don't get **** sometimes
It makes me feel dumb and incapable
I wish we could transform science
So it wouldn't feel like a burden
Where is the spark of learning?
The prime aspect of education
Formulas, calculation, books
At the end of the day, I feel like nothing is useful
Fluids, kinematics, gravitation
Atoms, molecules and electromagnetism
Phylum and classes of plants and animals
Calculus and relation and function
Sometimes, I feel like maybe I'm just better off at poems
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 1:44 AM UTC
Nobody likes me now
I don't care
Everybody hates me now
They've got some nerve..
Everybody's looking down
I'm feeling cyclical
What should I do about
These ********
Pariah
Sin in over abundance
Liar
Reality could never change
Despondent
Sacrifice util it's incumbent
Pariah
You love the fair exchange
Gauge the metric
By which you judge
The proper usage
Harsher than the light on my keyboard
Often peckish
Killing skeptics
The proper usage
It all falls in the same vein
Forgiveness to a fault line
My god
All I've ever wanted was a new design
Hiding away in the suffering
Fudge the figure for the slumbering
Drab as they may come
Welcome to the whole **** phylum
Encroaching on the underlying theming
And everyone seems confused
I took the world
In my hands
Looked down
Then up again
They all were screaming
About the meaning
Under god
Claiming that they were free men
No resolve left, I stopped listening
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 4:29 AM UTC
They inject it into your brain
Directly through the skin and through the skull
Don’t even ask about the pain
Anyway, it seeps into the cortex
Lighting up the neurons with memories
What memories?
First piggy back, first pulled tooth, first death wish
Soft stuff springing into sparks
And then oh, the flames
Don’t even ask about the pain
The straining emotion remains, of course
And new connections are made
Stemming phylum connections between
One ethereal feeling to the overwhelming onslaught of
You know, things
Then the frontal lobe takes a break
It sips that stuff and stops
And thinks- we all know where that leads
Detachment and dissociation start dancing
They tango to the dull beat of your heart
It thump thumps and there’s nothing else really
Your brain wakes up every few minutes
The background music playing
And it makes you **** in this weird cold air
Stuff happens, things stay alive
And the injection well
It’s faded the minute it was dispensed
You were never more or less awake
But it’s all still moving slow-quick
Slow down, you say quickly
It speeds up
You’re feeling everything that’s ever been felt
What a rush what an end
Now it ends.
You slouch
You see there isn’t a needle or a pen
Nor a blade of any kind
And the thumps are replaced by heavy thuds
The sound rattling in your ear canal
You inject it into your brain again
Nothing
You get up to brush your teeth and wash your face.
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 9:31 AM UTC
My physics teacher told me that the acceleration due to gravity is 9.81 m/s/s
yet this law does not apply to things
that are either too large or too small.
I feel like my presence
defies all laws of physics,
as i feel larger than necessary,
out of place,
struggling to fit into the confined hallways of my school,
doomed to be forever compared to the pixies that float
down crowded hallways,
slipping past each other
with agility I can only dream of having.
However, at the same time
i feel tiny and insignificant,
as my voice does not project
in a sea of too much static,
and my physical presence does not equate
to my lack of a voice
and lack of a self-dignity.
The biggest flaw in science is that it is a data based art form—
scratch that, it is not an art form,
it is a carefully executed set of rules,
in which statistics are king
and the stripping down of all things human,
is only what becomes of this “objective observation”.
It is ironic that in which when we began the processes of science,
and delved into the depths of our curiosity
we forgot the real meaning of humanity
and every
kingdom phylum class order family genus species
is only a testament
as to how far we’ve gone
into taking so many parts of a whole
and breaking them into infinitesimally smaller pieces.
Ironically, with advancements in chemistry
we realize how large we are in comparison
with the atoms and quarks that merely make up
imaginary fractions of our beings.
And since atoms are mostly just empty space,
one can argue that the things that make up who we are,
arguably do not
take up any space
at all.
But in retrospect, the advancements of astronomy
help us realize
that
we are a lot smaller than we think we are,
as in a cosmic scale that even God has trouble wrapping his hands around,
the Earth becomes a quark
that makes up the state of our being.
On a cosmic and molecular scale of things we belong
in such an age in which
we are torn between extreme larges and extreme smalls,
and finding the middle is too unsatisfactory,
as humans tend to have a tendency
to claw for too many sides.
I am both a girl and a student of science
and a student of whatever the cosmos
has granted among us unfortunate humans
to latch our desires upon,
yet I do not understand,
why 4 dimensional concepts
have to be watered down
into 2 dimensional figures.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 10:01 AM UTC
Butterflies and dragonflies,
Weaving trails on unseen paths,
Bees that bumble, buzzing beautifully,
In the light and heat of the humid day.
Flowers' centres are a delightful repast,
To the insect kingdom that wants summers' bounty
to last, spiders hold it all together with the webs they spin,
The acrobats and airborne members leave mere morsels
for those below.
Those whose many legs, walk and only,
leave a microscopic footprint,
Devour, carry to store these remnants of
the phylum's failures and death,
They eat to live for the moment, they store
not for themselves but for the next generation,
For in their lives of living for the moment,
they too want to know if the next bite ............
will be enjoyed by them or will be them......
Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 12:10 AM UTC
The more I learn, the more
I realize how little I know…
which insightful, gutsy,
entrancing, catchy apothegm
attributed to Socrates by way of Plato
subsequently self ranking myself
amidst Phylum Chordata with the Dodo bird
Class Aves (namely
said extinct flightless winged creature
with a mass of 29 – 51 pounds Oh!)
once endemic to the island of Mauritius,
east of Madagascar in the Indian Ocean,
none would be espied,
no matter how thorough
going across aquatic spreadsheet,
one might row
eventually coordinating
dropping vertical column in toto
arriving back to original
mentally ponderous premise
gamboling feint enroute to see
Old Man Wizard Of Oz
meets Crow Medicine Show
pitching thy quasi recursive query - bro
ching concurrence with another maxim to boot
“ignorance iz bliss”, which lack o'learn'n
doss appeal to this old coot,
yet such pithy accordance came
to this smart *** to late,
a mister wordsmith
with a palm pilot maximum glute
clamors (at risk of life and limb) to hoot
and holler when new kernel
of knowledge gleaned finds me mute
as if raw bit of savored information akin
to unearthing a rare gem,
or rare species of newt
temporarily allaying fervent quest to root
thru hefty tomes of great literature,
and tracts that suit
many other subjects,
less to be arrogant and toot
my own horn, but more so...
to satisfy an increasingly
insatiable hunger grow
wing nsync with unquenchable
thirsty ambition less for dough
(cuz bing po'
with treasure trove of voluminous
expansive bookish notions doth shaw
surpass becoming suddenly wealthy tin *** hustlers
with un hewn fifty nine shades of gray straw
this haint no cowardly lion seeking Androcles
to extract thorn from hum my faux paws.
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 7:01 PM UTC
what is it that makes you so close-minded
so blind-sighted
by the world around you
you get offended by the smallest things
as if the world and the people in it owe something - as if you are the king
but you aren't are you
you are despicable, mad, and irritable
who has put that mask over your eyees
who has told you all of these lies
you are no different that us
no bigger, no better
we are the same
but you can't see it that way
you think we're different because we aren't your color
that we who are taller
are none less than a monster
so i am here to tell you that we are the same
we are the same species, phylum, and domain
our hair is different, yes, eyes and skin
but cut us open and you'll see that we're kin
open your eyes and realize
that we are made of the same ash and dust
that we all have the very same lust
the lust for freedom
for the death of jealousy
so don't come around just to claim
that you're bigger and better and that we're all insane
because i'll be quick to say that we are the same
like it or not
the fact cannot be fought
you are no different
no better, no more sane
so don't judge us because we won't be slain
by your filthy thoughts and hateful eyes
me and my guys - you cannot buy
so if you can't open your eyes, your mind, your thoughts
leave here and be gone
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 10:59 AM UTC
Wakeful zero, peerless March,
longbow that bears the seasons’ arch,
when mist and windstorms pelt the blank slates
of cold-stupored trees.
Do I wake up yet? Dare I to unfreeze?
they ponder, short of language,
brains abuzz in taproots, dormant xylem
filling phylum with a flash
of namefulness past gray despair—
who grows? What draws them there,
gathered before they sprouted
in the epoch mire of waste that feeds them,
nurture dense distraction from
the trod-upon.
Stay put! They rest
a lot upon your back,
from holding nests to lightning’s crack—
yet time forgets you.
Hashtagged, color-marked you’re not,
a name once only March forgot
now baffles subjects of
a sheltered, sweaty throne.
Good thing you hold your own
whate’er they call you.
Naming stirs
you from the sleep you keep,
six thousand nicknames ere
you rest again. And man,
forget you as he may, looks to
your silent cue to stay, or migrate to
some panicked place you never knew.
What came before was rough—
you’ll grow through people, too.
Nov 29, 2019
Nov 29, 2019 at 3:04 PM UTC
Shut away from public view
behind high walls and landscaped gardens,
Antiseptic wards where beds
have strong restraints, and none are pardoned.
Seldom are the inmates given
visits by their family members,
those that have forgotten kinfolk
cling to life like dying embers.
Who would wish to see some brother,
giggling, imbecilic, drooling?
Who would wish to see some sister,
***** round her ankles pooling?
Then there are the psychopaths,
the freaks deformed, and those possessed;
sedatives and exorcism
pacify the most distressed.
When the sun goes down no shadows
lengthen in stark corridors.
Never-winking neon tubes
ensure that light’s forever yours.
Even so when night has fallen
always come the sounds of Hell.
Slamming doors and running footsteps,
screams and shouts - a tolling bell.
Lost souls roaming empty stairways,
disembodied spirits howling.
Bodies stiff with medication
twitch whilst cotton sheets be-fouling.
And when dawn returns to shine
upon this Godforsaken phylum,
Nature wipes a tearful eye
and grieves for mankind’s bleak asylum.
Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 2:34 PM UTC