"pretention" poems
listening to French pop
"I'll have liked it when it was cool before it get's cool"
sriracha sauce on pesto pizza
"The waiter was right the flavors are very complimentary to the palate."
watching a ****** "me" movie
"wow their color usage in the lighting really shows the Giallo Italian horror influence"
Listening to the Friendly Indians
"My favorite band? They are only popular in Orange County so you've probably not heard of them.... oh you have?"
watching Un Chien Andalou
"tres interessant"
reading Sartre and Nietzsche
"my favorite philosophers man."
my pretention leaking out slowly to reveal I'm just a ********* underneath this finely unkempt exterior.
Is that changing? Well no but i thought you should know anyway.
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 4:06 AM UTC
The flying didn't cease, nor did the gravity
but I stayed close to the ground
my mother had told me not to drift too far
but that one time I did
that one time, I,
I tried to stop, I really did
that day I saw the prodigy there was
that wasn't anymore
I saw sanctity gasping for breath
choking on its own emesis
it shouldn't have gotten so drunk on sin
an aura fighting to survive against pretention
hands holding on to a fading faith
slipping like a baby, yet, tripping and trying
my wings set ablaze by the heat of raging insanity
A memory that day was cast forever
A pithy precis comes charging to me
My eyes opened to what I assumed hell
an old man nominally clad in a tattered sheet
pressed a medicinal red cloth against my anguishing wounds
in a hut that barely stood up
hay dripped off its exiguity
drops of water leaked everywhere
but the 4 feet cot that I lay on
the gracing peacock feather near my feet
gave the only colour to my grey eyes
He shivered of his elderly age
that seemed younger than his wrinkles
poverty seemed to have worn him down
but not more than the wickedness around
"My child, are you feeling alright?"
Affrightened and confused by the terra incognita
I merely nodded in affirmation
My eyes looked around to discover a nurturing,
smiling face,
then to a corner with a *** of water
and food meagre for an infant
he took a morsel in a leaf
and presented to me what was left
"This is enough for me my dear,
do you mind finishing the rest,
it is a bit dry,
here, have it with some water instead
now eat well child,
you look like a stick for a girl your age."
then he smiled again,
and walked away
with nothing on his leaf, but the satisfaction of a whole on his face
I looked at the dry bread crumb
moistened by a drop of my tear
trying to force his bites through
I wasn't ready for the hope he shared
my throat was taking bath in ice
his altruism healed my bubble that was burst
this wasn't the insanity that burnt my wings
this was the one that stole a morsel of my love.
Aug 3, 2012
Aug 3, 2012 at 10:26 AM UTC
Black box breaking
Slowly breaking
Slowly
I saw the cracks
I saw them ripple down her back
I saw the freeze and thaw of nations
The renaissance and death and renaissance
I saw the wealth and worth of world powers
I saw them crumble
I was there
And I am here
I read it all and wrote it down
I saw it all and wrote it down
I kissed the survivors and wrote it down
I saw the earth in its entirety
I fell in love and vomited and fell in love
I saw her in her emptiness
I saw her sway in the winds
The winds grew cold and colder
She grew old and older
And so distraught
Mangled
Destroyed
Derailed
Demolished
Stripped of poise and polish
Stripped of it all
I saw her disintegrate
I saw her fall
Still I,
I still
I always standing
Watching still
Always seeing
Standing and seeing, I
Drinking tea
Calm, cool, collected, serenity
Now your turn
You see me
See me walking down the street
See my waist-long wavy hair
Blonde and sparkling in the sun
Lipstick smile
Hipbones and cheekbones chiseled and deadly
Long leg strut down the runway
Of center town sidewalks
The world is my oyster
See my backpack full of alphabetized books
Handwriting neat and perfect
Pen behind my ear I’m ready
For all of this
See me smoking cigarettes out my dorm room window
Listening to Mozart
And smiling fully when the strings jump in
See me on the park bench reading
Long Russian novels
I inhale the pages like heartbeats
In-hale
Ex-hale
In-hale
Ex-hale
Breaths and beats fully synchronized to the flipping of pages
And to the Metronome Mozart wrote me.
Don’t be deceived
I made my world and destroyed it and made my world
Independent to a fault
I made my living off stitching together broken bones
And melting old forgotten thrones
Sculptures that said I needed no one
No one could keep up anyway
I ran too fast
I ran all day
And kindof expected someone to care
But no one ever has
I was never worth the trouble
Pull me out from my own rubble
And kiss me if you can
No one knows my secret plan to live an embarrassing convention
All this glass is just pretention
I glued it together myself
I wrote my own pamphlet for self help
I pieced together my own face
I sculpted my own form and adorned it
I broke my own heart and mourned it
I arrived and left and arrived
And here I’ll stay
Black box breaking
Slowly breaking
Slowly
I saw the cracks
I saw them from the start
Death and renaissance and death
***** and love and *****
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC
The King’s trove, the Queen’s affection.
Or rather, her affectations.
Pretention is the worst kind of beast,
snarling in the corner and snatching out with snipe claws.
It wipes my nose with its shirttail, then pronounces my snot
something of wonder it has created.
It causes such an itch in my throat, ensuing a
gag that threatens to choke the flare within me.
Trust it, and you will be following those signs that declare
Ogres! and
Certain Death!
not far ahead.
You will reach under its nautical waves and
Duped! Done for!
Now say ‘hello’ to your watery hollow.
You won’t find God here, or even
an ounce of hope to take flight.
All that will be left is a bitter taste on your tongue and the sound of
“Why, oh why…”
Jan 12, 2011
Jan 12, 2011 at 5:10 AM UTC
An injection of self, a reflection of self
Orphic explosion, in this brain of mine
I touch the sky, my shaman-self lifted
To realize some kind, of undefined divine
My soul wants to soar, although some parts to plod
Among the grey citizens of order
Dull thumpers of the one, dull god
(And as I come to fear, the night, boredom
And my internal extremes, the hyper-brain
Says ‘enjoy this, though it ends in a crash
You were dead before, so live and fear not death’)
Somehow free of the hate that claims others
Oh those self-defined, self-refined prisons they create
Only to lament their loss and deny their place
In the ranks of bile, and spite and hate
Maybe to cloak themselves from the leviathan-machines
Which provides their plenty, as the global south screams
Their shit-eating hypocrisies, judgemental non-philosophies.
And I have landed among their pretention, problems hidden
Beneath the rug, the armoured iron carpet
That supports the weight of their bloated heads
And blood-drenched souls.
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 4:19 AM UTC
I stand on the gleaming rocks
and gaze out toward the pond.
I've been coming here for years now,
ever since I could throw
bread crusts to the mallards without
screaming and running away.
Across the lake are mansions
dripping with frosting and gumdrops,
but their pretention gets no heed.
I dream of inhabiting the island between us
that measures about six steps wide and just as far long.
There's a "no boating,
no fishing,
no swimming" sign to my left,
so I don't know how the dilapidated shack sits
between two steps and four, but I
want to sit there forever and
stare back at the people
who stand on the gleaming rocks
and stare out at me and
don't run away from the shrieking mallards
or the East Eggers on their gingerbread balconies
who rock back on their heels
and laugh at the show as birds
rip open their sandwiches
then turn to top off their schnappes.
I'd pay attention to that island, though.
I think it's made of breadcrumbs.
I don't own a boat,
fishing is useless,
and I'm too afraid to break the rules.
So I let the waves lap my feet
and convince myself that I'll come back
and do the deed at sundown,
even though I know I won't.
Apr 27, 2010
Apr 27, 2010 at 1:47 PM UTC
The time has come.
I must now say farewell.
But don't be glum!
You will see me again.
I'm going to make my name known
Across the ocean in a foreign land.
I'm going to experience the world
So as to soak up the wisdom of others.
And they will know me--
My name will ring like a battlecry.
My stories will entertain the passerby.
They will chant for me "Encore! Encore! Brava!"
They will throw themselves into the midst of the hoopla.
And when I've exhausted their reserves of attention,
I'll head home and be done with pretention.
For in all the traveling I'll do,
No one will know me like you.
And no matter how good
The fame makes me feel,
They will only know
My name as a battlecry,
My stories for the passerby,
How they chant "Brava",
And throw themselves into the hoopla.
But you will know
My favorite color is grey.
My hair is naturally straight.
My jam band is Train.
And most of all...
My real name.
Wait, why am I leaving?
To travel and meet Sting?
Why would I waste my days
Scouring the world for fame
When happiness is being known
By the One who loves you the most?
I think I'll retract my farewell,
That I might stay and with You dwell.
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 2:54 PM UTC
Aggravating, but without intention
Because
Insecurities are my mind's
Greatest invention.
Alluded to harshly
In regard to "pretention."
Lonely but loved, despite the contention.
Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 9:15 AM UTC
Your utter complacence is
Perpetually mitigated by your patience;
Yet, since we've met,
Your ubiquitous,
Splendidly liquidous,
Serendipitous humor,
Like a tumor,
Has beguiled me,
Defiled me,
Riled me.
Your delicious,
Surreptitious,
Obfuscation of superfluous condemnation is
Erroneous and felonious
A frantic and pedantic antic.
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 9:23 PM UTC
Aggravating, but without intention
Because
Insecurities are my mind's
Greatest invention.
Alluded to harshly
In regard to "pretention."
Lonely but loved, despite the contention.
Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 12:48 PM UTC
The Jezebel
Screamth, Not I.
My ******* though dun
Nay, not I.
Forbidden from silence
Banned from breath
The words come spilling
Manned by wrath
My heart lies with you
Of the sorrow that’s within
Fate comes unwilling
Betraying our last wish
Thy spirit soars
Well past the hourglass
And you think I’m thankful
For what is beholden
But again, I say
Not I, not I
My hairs be wires
What belies compare
Beauty without beholder
Leaves room for the wilder
Dame, pretention knows no bounds
Hate hold thy ground
Mar 16, 2021
Mar 16, 2021 at 9:55 PM UTC
These days, the sun sleeps against
a wistful twisting of violet blue.
Pretention? Brake pad. You
told me that
my cadence is lyrical,
so, which is it, Mister?
I know myself to hell.
The mistake I keep making
is letting another tell
me they know me
just as well.
I mean, maybe.
I mean, maybe.
-- though, the more often you say it,
I can't help but think that the odds
come up in your favor ever less.
I know myself to hell.
The mistake I keep making
is letting another tell
me they know me
just as well.
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 9:22 PM UTC
Your pretention pushes my patience
As you spit sounds of spite
And unnecessary nags of advice
That just no one want to witness
Let alone be unfortunate to listen to
Each time your mouth open my sole shivers
And I take another chunk out of my tongue
How unfortunate that we met
And worse still that you linger on
Counting down till we part pleases me
As for you does constantly condescending pleasant people
You relish moments to relive unrelated memories
And if moments not given you steal a snap of someone else’s
So take your stupid smug stories
And over-generous giving’s of patronizing help
Far far and then further away from me
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 12:22 PM UTC
someone stepped on my neck
while I was asleep
and pushed
until my veins
to my brain
were nothing more than
pressed flowers between
chapters of some book
butchered
no blood in the pages
just oceans of emotion
and empty words
to be swallowed
swished around
tasted
spit out
and extracted to ultimate
pretention
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 9:04 PM UTC
I find myself trying to ger your attention
And I find it hilarious how you once said,
'You'll always have my attention, no matter the pretention'
Look how the tables have turned.
It's different to be on the side,
That one promised you'd never have to abide by.
Its even harder to accept.
That the love they left behind,
The one they said would never deminish
Not even through tough times.
Was a promise made, only by a window of opportunity.
Forcing you to stay.
So now I sit here no longer able to feel.
No longer trusted or judged
Because im starstruck,
By a false promise made.
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 9:05 PM UTC
I do what I do because I love it/
Not to sound like something I am not/
I find new words because to me/
They are art//
I do not do it to impress/
I take photographs because I find things beautiful//
Not to make you think I'm creative/
I do not write for the glory/
But rather, the story I can imagine/
I do not do it for you//
I do what I do because I love it/
Like the child I'll never have/
My guardian angel/
The best friend I made up as a child//
I'm a mouthpiece for something I can't explain/
But I know it's not done for the praise/
It isn't done for anything/
Other than the fire-like passion/
And desire to make something matter//
I am not pretentious/
I am progressing///
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 8:53 AM UTC
Badly need someone to lean on
My knees are weak, so faint and down-and-out
My tears are falling, my pretention is over.
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 10:55 AM UTC
What are you
Oh mere human
With your expiry date
And the bag of meat and chemicals
You call yourself
Once your there
Whining and crying
A ***** filthy babe
In your mother's arms
Weak
Then phooof
Just like that, you're gone
You think your life matters
What you say? What you think?
You think the afternoons mulling over the pretentious thoughts you call "philosophy" are worth it?
You think there's a God?
You think Love exists?
It's all a sick pretention
That's all
You are a member of the **** sapiens
You eat, you excrete
You fight, you bite
You gnash your teeth
You scowl, you growl
You punch, you mate
You are an animal
And the worst thing is, you know it
You know all this
Yet you try to forget
You spend whole days
Thinking about the tissue that covers you skeletal frame
Is it black? Is it white? Yellow? Acne?
The little threads of protein on your skull
You love them, you fear losing them
You'll **** to have them stay
And when they go away, you think
That God hates you
Pathetic
You compare your bag of flesh
To those of the others
And you grade them
Putting some bags over others
Thinking them better and some worse
Tangled in your own illusive web of pretentions...
You long for people to Love you
How can they? When they hate their own guts?
They try to **** themselves
Who they are
Then when that works out better than they hoped and they feel even more
Unfulfilled and frustrated
They **** themselves, physically
Live with integrity
Love yourself,even if you're an ugly sore for the eyes
Even if your breath stinks
And your bald head makes the Sun feel ashamed
Even if you can't find someone who would love you
Live like you want to
With the least amount of regrets
Unleash the "thing" within you
The "thing" that is innocent,calm,loving, serene and alien
Do this
Because life is short
And you'll die soon
And no one has come back from the afterlife and told us
If they have coffee there
So at least, sit quietly and enjoy
A nice cup of coffee now and then
While you still can...
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 12:07 PM UTC
Her face is so bright,
Like a starlight of the night
Her smile is so sweet,
Like a candy in your mouth
But no one can notice, the bitterness of her eyes
Because everyone sees her, as the statue of love
Every night she's in her room,
Crying until she fall asleep
Screaming his name,
Wishing that he was still here,
He left her without saying goodbye
Now,
She's left clueless wondering why
She might be okay in everyone's eyes
But the truth is, she's hiding behind the mask,
Still waiting for him,
To comeback in her life
Eventhough she knows
The footprints are gone
One day you'll see her,
Smiling under the rain
Trying hard to hide her tears,
Trying hard to fulfill their needs,
But whenever I look,
Directly into her eyes
Tiredness is what I see,
Longing is what I feel
And now she's gone
Like a rain in the sky
Realization hit us
That love is gone,
Pretention is done.
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 11:59 PM UTC
To win recognition
The love of my peers
Their words-now my word
Their battles-now my battles
My friends, their enemies-now my enemies
In so doing I won
Fame, flattery ,friends, fans
Yet, I lost one
One most precious–My soul.
So now when I look
At that silver screen
That pitiless creature
A visage I see
One tired of fake expressions
And empty emotions
A barren world of crags and cracks
Hidden beneath pretention and paint
This visage is not of mine but one of theirs
And I am it's bearer
Now I see a child
Among giants it walks
A mortal among gods
A god among mortals
Fearless in its visage
It follows itself and none other
Its face is jubilant with a light
A light of innocent wisdom--
Of righteous anger
It is a fertile world, lovely
With colours of life
Its words-the soul's song.
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 8:33 PM UTC
You find it as though you never left it
Left off, the truth you find
Left over
The lies you leave behind
I'll never be too old for dumb
For reasons of being too young
I anticipate to fall fate at a time too late
To experience sober
Come over, come over
My reluctance is high sprung
I tell you of trying times
For reasons of those which even I know not of why;
Left to chance, wasn't an option
Many times have I found try
Even if not among the rest, to be best
Tried & true, I still carry inside my chest
Lessons learned somehow still at rest
Little do I know
But experience, nonetheless
Cold shoulder to cold shoulder
How I cry, no matter the why
Exhibiting symptoms
Of past resentment
Pretention
I bear down apprehension
Though, not failing to mention
I put my pride up for trade
To bid wade, to draw attention
In place
Retention
Tension
In its place
All that I have lost; Redemption
Sick as sorrow
The needles vein I will borrow
Will beg & become of tomorrow;
But for today a heated drum
Banging words that go ***
Bitter shame
Brighter shun
Perhaps I have come too far undone
Outdone
I'm spun
Anyone??
The sun above
My feelings below
I think too much
I think
I think about my head hitting a pillow
Muffling the sounds my heart yearns to wallow
When ever I think of all I've done & said,
Of all I'm ashamed of
My hands are always holding my head
I reach for a release
A quick yet satisfying cease
Before long
Sense begins to
Ease
I'm rich & famous
Were all lies, the blame is
Inside of me; the name is
Melanie
All the times I've been awake to witness a new sunrise
I left the lies
I held hope up
But the feelings that surmise
Couldnt keep my head up
It just illuminized
More revealutions, I came up
Brightened my eyes
I saught to see it all add up
That is the truth, I see
I say this as I see it
All lies left behind
One with, I've gone & done it
The truth, I've come to find
Brings much ease of mind
I've become it
The truth was up to find
It knows not of bounds
Truth is where the heart lies
Founded truth, is homeward bound;
Lies I left behind, for truth to found
Left behind all the wonder
Lies awake
Shake, shiver, & without cover
Would be a mistake
Anything other
You're sure to discover
Lying awake;
Open enough to recover
tremble, you soon recover
Needs revised
Aug 16, 2021
Aug 16, 2021 at 4:48 AM UTC
Because you let words fall
Like syrup from your lips,
Damp with sweet pretention,
I fold between your whims,
And hints of gratitude.
The phrases, words, and sighs
Lapping on your tongue
Betray consideration.
Reciprocated greed
Is all we have in common.
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 11:45 PM UTC