"planed" poems
When we were seventeen
you plotted and planed your death
"21 year old racer dies on the German Autobahn"
You planned to break the speed limit
with your recklessness
in the fastest Ferrari
or a black BMW, perhaps.
Looking back,
we'll laugh at the thought.
There are no speed limits
on Autobahns.
Feb 22, 2012
Feb 22, 2012 at 6:14 PM UTC
A tattered bird had a made a tomb
in tepid water, it was a puddle
near the framework of a half-built room—
but the soul’s a swerving tunnel
and the dead are waiting at the end:
all sorts of animals huddled at the fringe
where littered pine needles stand
and creep inside the sandy construction site,
pale in the morning light,
the tractors dug aesthetic swirls in the sand—
a culvert keeps the brook alive,
it flows into the forest, which learns to mend
its scars with the festering of its things:
kingfishers’ **** on the berries and branches,
if the plants could undo their own stink
the heart wouldn’t die on its haunches—
the morning’s dew resolves to hoary ice,
its killing the greenery,
but the sandblasters lean, arranged by the outhouse, like
a dream, the first worker arrives early
he rests against a smooth-planed board—
flood the mind, but be sure to drain it out,
its his breakfast cup of tea that stores
his knowledge of beauty
past the place where the bushes are thin
there is an apple orchard, plucked to pieces at the end of fall—
trees arranged in ranks, held up with wires and strings:
a dementia arboreal—
the smells from the orchard meet
the smells from the machines and hover
above the building-zone, mixing with the bite
of cold humidity—a cruel kind of vapor
Feb 1, 2010
Feb 1, 2010 at 9:10 PM UTC
in a strange land i stood alone
facing the sun it felt like home.
the mountains were watching me.
i was new i was the guest. how did i come here wasnt clear but its for the best.
somehow i knew the trees had a msg for me.
a msg so familiar that was always burried inside me.
And they said : young man standing in the plain you still have alot to gain. dont be afraid of the unknown for it is essential for ur growth.
trust your intuitions and believe
And all your talents shall be revieled
Be courageous and dont be shy for what life have planed for you aint a lie..
lose your fears and lose your greed and the secrets of life shall be whisperd in your ears.embrace silence and embrace peace and wisdom is what you
shall see.
we know what you think.
we know what you feel and thats one of the reasons we called you here.
in front of you we stand here an untouched forest existing for your relief.
Love me and love me again for im your mother and i ll never end.
im nature.
through me u breath. through me u eat
Never abandon me and i ll provide for you your needs.
i take so many forms im in so many places
love me and into your heart i shall be expanded.
Im done now u can go back and continue your life.
but dont forget rare are the ones who saw this place. always remember wht i said and search for signs traveling in time and happiness is what you shall find.
as the sound stopped i closed my eyes trying to embrace what i witnessed.
i felt im one with evrything. time has passed i opend my eyes.
I was in bed.
I knew this story shall be shared.
words of Harfouchism.
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 11:32 AM UTC
Nero was an Emperor
A very unkind one
He wanted everything as he planed
He decided to burn down a city
Which people really loved
Nero burnt down the city and got the blame
Was Nero going to be blamed forever?
NO!
He then accused the Christians
The innocent Christians did nothing wrong
But still got the blame
So Nero persuaded the people and them it was the Christians
Who caused the fire
But it wasn’t true
And then came the persecution of the Christians.
Jan 5, 2011
Jan 5, 2011 at 8:03 AM UTC
there are some things,
that just smell so good:
corn freshly shucked, potatoes roasted in campfire coals, carrots fresh from the ground, then washed and stovetop roasted
basted with butter
and lavender honey.
the nape of my toddlers neck,
that clean fresh hopeful little boy smell.
coffee, straight up, freshly brewed
caramel warming,
passionfruit, strawberries, citrus any type, zested. freshly planed fennel curls, mint crushed for a mojito, roast lamb and rosemary gravy.
the smell of planed wood in the palms of my man's hands as i kiss them. frangipani, coconut tanning oil,
earth newly rained upon. popcorn popping, chocolate melting,
jasmine, orange blossoms,
a grove of pine trees.
warm gingerbread and mulled wine.
salt tang on the morning breeze.
the smell that lingers after the lovin.
garlic and ginger in a hot wok.
salt tang on the evening breeze.
prawns all sea salty and
a crisp cold beer.
sandlewood and citrus aftershave lotion on your smoothed cheek.
nectarines, apricots,
a yellow juicy peach,
freshly bitten.
apple scented shampoo daphne & lilac my nana's smell,
bay *** newspaper print and palmolive soap,
my pop's study.
rose petals crushed.
earl grey tea,
toast just before burning damper and cocky's joy
crisp fresh linen warm from the sun.
so many scents, so many smells...
these are my favourites please feel free to add your's, as long as it's clean
and above board.
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 7:10 AM UTC
It was late into the night
When Bert Ernie and I
Were traveling across the plans of Nebraska
Much to my surprise
Bert looks me straight in the eyes
And says Mike, I gotta question to ask ya
With Big Bird wrapped up in the trunk
You'd think that he'd already thunk
About this night long before it already happened
When we took Oscar the Grouches can lid
And whacked Big Bird smack dab in the head
Then tied him up tight while he was napping
We rolled him out to curb
Believe me it looked quite absurd
Ernie grunting with Bert complaining as feathers went flying
But as would be our fate
Able to make our planed escape
When Count Von Count took time out to do some feather counting
So this is now where we are
Bert, Ernie, Me, and Big Bird in the trunk of our car
Not really knowing where it is we are heading
Our thinking went only as far
As nabbing Big Bird and the get away car
Putting Ernie in charge wasn't such a good idea is what I am betting
Ernie says he's figured it all out
Bert says we need this, but still has his doubts
Cause Bert owes back pay alimony and Ernie his ******
We head to Ernie's planed drop off spot
And of course it's swarming with cops
While our inside man " The Monster " gave us up for Cookies
They let Big Bird out of the trunk
Who proceeded to slap us punch drunk
Then straight to the judge to pay for this hideous crime
I can't think of any worse fate
I now know this was a fatal mistake
The sentence...
Banished to Sesame Street for life, now that is hard time
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 7:41 PM UTC
This generation is like the new age,
And it's mostly with the teenage.
With computers in our pockets,
Burning our brains like the fuel on rockets.
What is our world becoming?
What is planed for the upcoming?
Will there be flying cars?
Or will there be life on Mars?
What will happen to man kind?
For one day, we will be left behind.
Nov 22, 2016
Nov 22, 2016 at 1:37 PM UTC
Endless laughs & smiles
That were shared together
With a feeling so profound
It always felt like summer weather
& a future planed to grow
On your exciting life adventure
**** It couldn't get no better
This feeling is too big to measure
Now you're consumed with butterflies
It sends shivers down your spine
U feel the warmth just taking over
Every time she passes by
Like a new world u have discovered
Loosing yourself within her eyes
Asking yourself if this is real
Or have u been dreaming this hole time
Cuz you've never visualized
A chemistry so divine
She becomes your one & only
A star placed right by your side
& her gourgous magnitude
Always lifting u up into the sky
Thankful life blessed u this way
The day paths had intertwined
Deep within a love
u get to know her story
Of how she once loved another
With a passion but then turned stormy
He left her on her own
Broken hearted & feeling lonely
That wasn't the outcome
She was expecting in this journey
Filled with blue emotion
Wondering where it all went wrong
& how the **** she lost his devotion
But with time she grew back strong
Gracefully flowing just like the ocean
Determined to move on
She found herself feeling unbroken
& so she carried on
That's when life brought u together
Instant attraction from the start
U both embarked a new endevour
Giving this feeling a fair shot
But now the time is rather worrying
U feel she's drifted off
Your future seems quite unclear
You're mind's consumed with fearfull thoughts
That this storm will never clear
& you'll both just grow apart
-Abraham Avalos
Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 8:47 AM UTC
Everyone’s so **** far
away
Everything is on steroids
And as all we know
Swells to sizes more
Than even god planed
They inevitably come in between us
The way a 70 inch TV splits a family apart
To opposite hemispheres of their “living”- room -world
“Can you hear me over there Brother? Sister?”
“Not listening.”
“Can’t see you.”
Electronic wedges that push us farther
And farther from our fathers
“Dad I just called because you never
answered my textual message
And email is too slow as you well know.”
“Come home son.” He concedes
“I lost my way home pop.”
“You’re right, I guess the 50’s are done and The Wonder Years
is long out of syndication.”
So I’m an alien on this ******* like stretch of land.
Ponce de Leon would claim it for his peninsula as
A peninsula of eternal life
A greater man than I would label it “The happiest place on earth.”
But all I know is this:
This earthen ***** might as well be an island off the coast of nowhere
Gainesville might as well be in Russia, rather
The Steppes of Asia Minor
And you most certainly are
An aberration from a softer night far ago
I guess I’ll see it all half full and live
In my State of Confusion
Located somewhere between the North and South Pole
Call it self pity, but no one but people like me understand
The concept of one million miles
Meet me halfway, someplace if you agree
Live in States of Unknown
So then you will
Always have a home
Dec 23, 2009
Dec 23, 2009 at 2:19 PM UTC
Some very good friends sat around in their basement
I think we've all been here before
The room of course was smokey and wasted
The four buddies were bored right out of their gourds
They all thought they should do something special
So they decided to build a rocket ship
Throwing a bunch of old plywood together
They then sat around, smoked some more, and planed their spacey trip
Jody spoke up first and said let's go to the moon
But they'd heard that had already been done
That's when he came up with the brightest idea
I know what! We'll go to the sun!
Go to the sun?! We may be high but we're not crazy!!
They replied, this ships made out of wood
That's when Jody explained his brilliant idea
Nodding like Bobble Head dolls they all understood
As Jody dug deeper into his intricate plan
All the guys seemed to like it a lot
They would go when it's dark in the middle of night
When the suns put out and it isn't so hot
Since Jody's the genius, they put him in charge
He seems to have a grasp on what's left of his brain
There were four of them but only room for two
They drew straws 'cause they were having difficulty remembering their names
The straws turned out to be the same length
Cutting them, somebody forgot
So they picked Jody as their Captain Kirk
And Jason as his sidekick Spock
Out in left field, the excitement was contagious
Jody yelled, 'To infinity and Beyond'
They knew that quote came from some famous movie
But had a memory lapse so they gave him more Bobble Head nods
At that point they realized they had no engine
Being impaired, not a one of them cared
They all went back down into the basement
And took another kind of trip without going anywhere
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 4:16 PM UTC
All I have left is her silver spoon
and in the corner her high chair
I wanted to watch her grow up
had all her schooling planed
but she upped and crawled away
all because I confessed that I was gay
she was too small to realise
that when I said that I meant happy
but it looks like now
that I won't be changing any nappies
no more goo goo gar gars
no more sunshine in my life
for she's upped and gone
just her silver spoon in my hand
she's finished with me I understand
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 10:36 PM UTC
Zombies they approach
to bad we can't be friends
This was my last thought
As I load my gun
This will be a blood bath
And I may never survive
I am the last, destined to die by hand I used to curest
I see her in the mob
Slowly approaching
Why rush I was doomed
I know it and so did they
I faught for 7 years
And this is my end
I am the last to see thair loved ones
I wounder how they will live with out me
I guess the same if I was the one that was victorious
**** this I yell"
as the zombies began to in case me
I was never the one who seeked the crowed
All wayse the loner
Dreaming for this day
Not hoping just knowing it will come to pass
My end will be beautiful
I cocked my gun
Knowing I wount need it but just liked the ilosen of my finally
Being of a gun fight,
We planed this
Me and the once people who surround me
All hopping it will never come
But non believed it was unnesary
They was in place
The shells all in place
I slipped the wire under my feat
And even though I could not see the liquid I know
It hit its home
Zombies cried in rage
Canines thrusted into the air
Trying to cut the air
And I laughted
****** was my favorite was my favorite wepen
I glanced above my head to see the net
Filed with liquid hell
It amused me that all the years I threaten to rain
Hell on my enimeyes
I get to do it
I hit the swich in my poket
I herd the flames hit the net
It will take 2 minutes for the flames
To meet the c4
But the zombies had a different plan
They rushed me
And all I did was take two steps backwards
And the mine wint of without a hitch
I lust a leg but that was enught distraction
C4 inighted and turned the night alive
I had made my last day of life
Hell
And I smile
The end is now
I closed my eyes
And waited
For my firy demise
To welcome me
Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 6:22 PM UTC
All thought the night
The stars and the moon are so bright
My feelings are hard to constrain
But I stand here alone with my pain
Now here I stand
The cold bitter wind on my hands
But I got a firm grip understand
These feelings for you were not planed
Holding on
To these feelings for you
Holding on
Not sure what to do
Holding on
And it's not fair to you
Holding on
Now comes the dawn
A golden blue sky coming on
The warmth on my face I can feel
Please tell me this pain is not real
And in my heart
These feelings for you I impart
And the tears I don't want them to start
Cause that's when it all falls apart
Holding on
To these feelings for you
Holding on
Not sure what to do
Holding on
And it's not fair to you
Holding on
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 9:30 AM UTC
The young woman
Desire both the Yeti
And showing
Off her odd lover in the town
But her skilled lover said
Ma’re
No she thought
So she had respect his wishes
But she grew tired of the cold cave.
They planed to walk in the mountain passes
In the dead of night
On night
One when the moon was full
And bright
They walk along
To avoid humans
They go deeper into the mountains
As the walk
She kisses her savage
And skilled lover
“Kayrangla gawpo yo.”
She said.
They embrace and explore eachothers bodies.
They couple
Her doing most of the work
To satisfy
And to love.
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 8:43 AM UTC
Shadows mock me on the wall,
Watching waiting for me too fall,
So many surround me yet I feel so alone,
I can see figures but no one is shown,
My body grows heavy I cant take much more,
I feel a tremble, all through my core,
Help me! Help me! I scream to them all,
But my please go un-heard as the shadows stand tall,
Why is this happening? What dose fate have planed?
Not one shadow offers their hand,
The shadows are dancing they begin to rejoice,
And I start to wonder if I have a choice,
Who would miss me? Shadows don't mourn,
My mind is rushing, with this choice I am torn,
The shadows stop dancing and reach out too late,
Now I am falling to my impending fate.
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 12:12 AM UTC
I sit on our recliner,
Luna bar wrapper on the floor.
My robe is cinched
too tight, a reminder--
your fingers should meet
around my waist, but my ****
and *** should spill out of your palms
because defined curves and wiles
are the definition of a divine
woman worthy of insta-fame,
tumblr posts, and right
swipes.
I'll twist and turn and pose
in front of any mirror, desperate
for a flat-planed stomach and fuller
cleavage, the whole time
wondering if you look at me bent
over the bathroom counter, fixing my eyeliner,
and think that I'm a dime disguised
in a size 0 dress.
If my sides could shrink as fast
as my self-esteem, I'd never crunch
my abs into idealistic numbers again.
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 10:11 PM UTC
Receding back to my usual corner
only passing time til I'm introduced to my coroner
attempting to inject fine knowledge into semantic memory
when a sudden wave of parinoier washes over the scenery
Unfortunately having drank all this coffee
with enough caffeine to **** the energizer bunny
my parched throat compels a leathery thirst
so I take another sip and act as the hearse
but as I'm throwing the soiled cup away
the coffee didn't quite go the way
...I had planed
As I begin coughing out loud in quiet public spaces
a disastrous look comes from their squinted little faces
as if they've been trapped and caged liked vermin
too long is some building deemed antiquarian
attempting assertion over upcoming coercions
I must admit I'm rather enjoying this
disrupting there gathering of information
with my uncontrolled vocal insertions
but enough with my cynical social actions
I must return to my work with which I have no passion
and because I've become bored with rereading these lines
I must retire to my higher cognitive confines
Oct 29, 2012
Oct 29, 2012 at 1:42 AM UTC
*it's sad that you feel no one can love you,
to feel only the one person who hurt you, will be the only one to of loved you,
when his love was in ways good and bad,
but the bad outweighed the good,
you as you are, miss him for every time it was good.
and you as you are, try to use it to cover up the bad things,
you remember, there were lots of good thing that happened,
and you wonder, how many bad things really happened,
as you see the bad were always there, just ignored,
if a living soul only truly knew,
like a child I played hide and seek with this one, but made sure it was never to be found,
and lived the pain that stays and will follows you around,
like the things you wished you could of done more about,
this is why I can't allow myself to love anyone,
even if I deserve them
even if I want them,
even if they wanted to,
I don't know how to trust that way again,
I don't remember turning fifteen,
so I promised myself never to live that day again,
I can't celebrate my birthday without hating the skin I have to live in,
My body feels disgusted by all the things I have to remember,
I ******* turned fifteen, and what you did,
was far from the gift I wanted,
but I still stayed with you,
as I was so blinded,
maybe by you.
maybe still,
why do I still want you,
why do I still want to be with such a bad soul as you,
I've shut my heart out to anyone else,
I planed at fourteen that at eighteen I'd move away with you,
what was I thinking,
you've only brought me pain,
only made me cry,
only made me remember things I tried to forget,
this is why I took up smoking cigarettes,
and burning away my pain,
giving the third degree to my skin like it's you,
I doubt you have felt an inch of the pain I have been dealt by you,
because I was nothing but good to you,
just not myself,
when it came to you,
I still remember the good though,
the times we smiled,
and went for walks,
and saw two dollar movies over and over but never really saw them,
I wish I could have it all back before it all got bad,
but I can't.
and i'm unlovable now.
because I gave a fool my trust,
when I should of run,*
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 5:56 PM UTC
My Kingdom
is a builder,s yard.
A Bethlehem
of measurement
of plasterboard and timbering.
An interwoven sepulchre
of garrulous vernacular.
Expletive-laden badinage,
our handle of the hardstand
is the character of companies
I keep.
And unto these
my time is priced,
my soul is planed,
my name is signed...
but
in the dark
of winter evenings,
watching ancient planets rise,
I contemplate the other lives
another me, might live...
Feb 11, 2021
Feb 11, 2021 at 1:05 PM UTC
Their is something out there
Lurking in the shadows
Watching...
Waiting...
Planing the perfect time to strike;
We know it's out there..
We can feel its eyes
Painting a bullseye on our backs
We think we are ready to face it...
We think that we can win...
But we will never be ready...
For it is already ahead in this...
It's already five steps ahead
Because it lurks in the shadows...
waiting.. Watching... planing...
We can't win because we can never catch up to it.
We know nothing..
Only that it watches from a distance..
It knows our biggest fears..
Our greatest weakness...
And our strengths...
It has already won...
Because it has planed this from the beginning..
It was always in control..
And it will stay in control...
It will determine our fate
We will have to accept that..
Accept that our lives..
Are in the hands of something that lurks in the shadows.
Waiting for the perfect time to strike..
And claim our souls as it's prize.
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 12:19 PM UTC
Lips part, and the sun shines.
With every touch a star is born.
Breathing life/
Fingertip colour.
Words so softly spoken—
Carried away with the jet-planed waves.
I notice your smile—
The snow-capped mountains melt away.
Footsteps/
Dandelions dance.
Laughter.
Eyes like a bear.
Radiance.
Joy.
Luck or fate?
Your scent/
Your hair/
Your face/
You.
Jan 7, 2010
Jan 7, 2010 at 8:50 AM UTC
The table was made of wood of unknown origin.
Sanded and planed with textures and knots,chips and crevices that have been picked at by uncaring hands.
The color of the table was indecipherable,
perhaps the color of tears poured in anguish or the color of laughter,
of conversation,songs sung,secrets told,anouncements made,toasts drunk to and spilled.
Babies have been changed on it's surface,
Arms have been cut while leaning upon it supporting the need to feel.
Letters written,meals shared and eaten alone,
Tempers have flared at it's edges,fists drawn in anger,points made by hitting it's surface as if it were the other.
Decisions made,lines drawn like grains in the wood,
long lines drawn and promises broken.
I am sure as I sit as this table I hear whispers of it all,
babies,tears,love,pain,
sharing each a knot,a scratch,a patina so tactile I want to touch those whispers and feel them sift through my fingers,
Memories all,proof that we were,
That I am..............
Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 9:29 AM UTC
Water bottle and a candle sitting in the dark,
the room filled with heat,
so much energy vibrating in and out,
what is it that helps me stay focused.
The night is not as bright as a full moon would be,
but you can hear some kind of gloom.
Is it only because I only look at the negative things,
because all I think about are these stupid flings.
I can live life with no strings,
attached to my mind and just act like kings!
I should just stretch my wings, and fly maybe until I get to the Colorado Springs.
Does it really matter?
Because what im concerned with is being happy,
I shouldn't get mad if there is a challenge cause that just means I get to be a bit scrappy,
This is no reason to get all ******
and make myself and the others around me unhappy.
I lived and I learned,
Sometimes in life you just have to be;
And not worry about how to get free,
No matter how bad you think you need to flee.
Because you learn that nothing is a guarantee,
So even if it feels like your emotions are falling out of your heart like a planed that crash and left debris,
Everywhere so everyone can just plainly see,
who cares just let it all oversee, that there is nothing **** wrong with being ARTSY.
Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 6:18 AM UTC
The sixties changed our countries ways,
Gone was the time of June Cleaver days.
Vietnam and protesting, divorce and unrest.
Family's unraveling, that era's not the best.
Out around LA, communes were in vogue,
Welcoming all, the beggar, thief and rogue.
The one commune, around Topanga town,
Was home to a family, that brought the world down.
Charles Manson, and his motley crew,
Were plotting and planning horrible things to do.
The drinking and drugs, had warped his mind,
The war was coming, the world in a bind.
Gathering arms for the fight of their life,
Blacks vs Whites, getting ready for the strife.
Funding is needed, for any good war,
Arms and supplies, always needing more.
So after a party, featuring mind altering drugs,
A robbery was planed, the family now thugs.
The first attacks, were directed at those,
Oblivious to Charlie, they had no foes.
Sharon Tate was a pregnant Hollywood beauty,
An aspiring actress, she was a real cutie.
Watson and Krenwinkel and other sick folk,
Tortured and killed, with a fork they did poke.
A horrible crime, what were they thinking?
Even lower they dropped, their ship kept on sinking.
The LaBianca castle was next on the list,
Beaten to death, with a hammer and a fist.
San Quentin and the gas chamber, to be their fate,
Sentences commuted to life, the reaper must wait.
To collect up those souls, and bring them to hell,
God may be forgiving, but this horror doesn’t sell.
Manson and his cronies must remain locked away,
New souls for the devil, in hell they will stay.
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Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 9:30 PM UTC