"pretentions" poems
Breathe in and blow everything out of proportion
A manic artist versus the abstract composition
In my head this all looked as perfect as imagination
The challenge was blending the line between fantasy and reality
To get the inner critic to agree
Worlds colliding this one into the next
Dreams manifested to the forefront
of a visionary gone inside himself
Throwing myself against the walls of my mind
In an attempt to think outside the box.
Even in our own heads they've got us on lockdown
With the chemical constraints constricting creativity
These straightjackets of sorts
Straightening out the free-thinkers
A fourth wall broken
Pretentions are high
On the artist's plane
Subjectively selling ourselves out to a shallow medium
The mainstream
The water we should be walking on
We're drown out in.
Drawn into the background of the bigger picture.
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 6:48 PM UTC
We are nothing that matters,
created in mystery
while slowly dissolving to dust.
Pretentions and delusions our comfort as reality bites with it's point filed teeth.
We are not made of stars, nor moondust, we are products of all that has gone before and the destruction of all that is yet to be.
I yearn to see this life through a rearview mirror, it's withered form a speck on the far horizon, for the hurt to stop as this knife in my back plunges further into my sickened depths, severing my spine from all it holds dear.
I yearn for silence, for these thoughts to stop spewing from my acid tongue, burning my unkissed lips with a million wasted words while attempting to say only one.
Minutes turn into months, decades of meaningless days and miniscule triumphs.
The stage is set, my role is uncast but the curtain never falls, I stumble wildly through blind utterances, dreaming darkly, while anxiously awaiting the applause that will herald my passing.
This is not living.
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 2:19 AM UTC
three times we have made it to the northern sanctuary
each carried its own significance
each with its own emotions to bury
one: honeymoon phase
a new beginning, an exciting future
the only constant being us
celebratory boats, bikes, birds
two: friends join
a year in, half a year not all in
shadow follows me around
a week spent in anger, one or two exceptions there
three: pretentions
i hold it together, 1 and a half years in, you know
how much
i crackle, snapped and popped after
i did not dare show my emotions; grin!
Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 8:22 AM UTC
‘Living on the edge’ is pass
It’s all of ‘fear of the unknown’
And the ‘pressure to perform’; every time
To live, you have to go beyond the fear
To live, you have to go beyond mere motions
To live, you have to fall free, like a feather
Between the light blue sky above
And the deep blue ocean below
Blistering through the binge of clouds
First, a heavy frightful fall
Eventually ensued to a tranquil of timbre
And a weightlessness of body and soul
That Free Fall, swept away, all my blues
The string of connect I had with the Chute
Was once again the umbilical cord of life
The Free Fall, a journey through the tunnel of life
The Free Fall faced me up with lose and desperation
Inhibitions, stereotypes and false pretentions
And everything close to worries and hurries
The Free Fall, fails you to fear again
The Free Fall, fails you to fail again
The Free Fall, lets you FREE…
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 6:12 AM UTC
stepping up!
no!......not to the "plate"
(this is not a baseball game
or a corporate dinner!)
silly pretentions!
awkward in their murderous possiblities!
DO YOU EVEN CARE?
walking green strands in central park with children well in hand and letting them know how fully they are loved
this is simple!
what is it!?
pretend !.... pretend!!.........pretend!!!
as do all those
on the corporate payroll
DO YOU EVEN CARE?
stepping out
into the frozen night pregnant with simple loving possibilities
are you here?
stepping up!
no ....!
not to FEAR and not to GREED and not to HATE
but to eachother!
DO YOU EVEN CARE?
here we are
stepping into the universe and its unalterable laws
i know you know full well what i mean for we all were once children well in hand in central park and loved
DO YOU EVEN CARE?
well
well well
well
.........after all the the poems
the question remains awaiting your answer
DO YOU EVEN CARE?
inquiring souls
long to know
Aug 19, 2010
Aug 19, 2010 at 10:08 AM UTC
Sometimes I want to pretend dead just to take note of people who actually would mourn for me
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 9:21 AM UTC
Margins are interesting places
where the unique can often be found
A simpler freer life,
uncomplicated without any pretentions.
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 9:45 AM UTC
Dipping skivvies in hogwash
Pig play, pretentions and lard
Our love such panache slosh
Not choking on what's not hard
No worries, I've hardly been scarred
Constraints of Mosaic law
On me leave nothing confined
For the little curled tail I saw
Once whipped, delectable find
Oh how I enjoy my swine
This little piggy went to market
While this little piggy did squeal
None the piggies found bargain
And even more piggies did steal
For an honest piggy, no deal
Oh in squalor, am I left to wallow
Greased pig be slippery catch
This all may be hard to swallow
For one pig, does another fetch
Stop me now, as I snort and kvetch
Apr 4, 2016
Apr 4, 2016 at 8:23 PM UTC
I don't write poems drunk,
Drunken poems write me:
Within this hazlewood
Of less-than-goods,
I've arrived in style with clarity.
The stormy seas, the false pretentions,
The media, the Feds, all the deception.
The conformity of this seemingly miserable life.
Is unnecessary, I reject it.
I demand serenity, nothing less will suffice.
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 12:58 AM UTC
It's the twinkle in her eyes with a smile she never hides
She loves to have fun and bring light to everyone
Her laugh's so joyful, her love's so pure
She's always happy you never see her gloom
But at night she lays with tears rolling down her face
All the funny antics gone, pretentions are done
She's lonely but not alone
Her heart is empty and she's all numb
She has friends for better but not when its bitter
But loves them no less and makes the best out of it
She puts on a facade of happiness
Even though she feels the emptiness
She's that girl with the brown eyes
She's the sanguine that never deters
She's that cheerful little gal
She's the trophy girl of everyone
She's the girl whose dead but still breathes, with her flawless skin yet scarred within.
Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 11:22 AM UTC
She drew out her pen and started to write
I could not see her intentions
Her love was unreachable but surely she'd try
to show him her silly pretentions
after all...what did she have to lose
Her heart was transparent..i saw it, i did
and my heart reached out to her sorrow
She pushed her cheap pen and created words
that gave her false hopes of tomorrow
after all...what did she have to lose
And when she was done with that letter she wrote
she folded it and put it to post
with a deep heaving sigh, she first closed her eyes
and thought of who she loved the most
after all...what did she have to lose
And when days had passed and she pulled on her dress
her heart tried to jump from her chest
she ran to the post with excellent glee
and giggled guiet silly and you know the rest
after all..what did she have to lose
But time went by quickly with nothing returned
as she sit and waited so long
her heart grew so cold and her body grew old
but nothing could take her sweet song
after all...what did she have to lose
Jun 25, 2010
Jun 25, 2010 at 12:44 PM UTC
we are,
but the little pebbles
nestled
in the sand of time's
slow flowing river.
it is merely,
the disparate nature
of our minute size
in opposition
to the immensity
of the ponderous
river's drift,
that creates
the grind of pebble,
one to another.
causing,
the eroding
of our
singular thoughts.
it is only
the gentle tap-clacking
of another's desire
to know,
and be known.
that causes,
the acceptence
of the rasp and rub
of external catechisms.
causing,
rejuvenation
in the questing
of kindred souls.
that causes
the revelation
of differing paradigmal,
sways and drifts,
some sympathetic,
some callously
indifferent.
causing,
an ebb and flow
of treatise
and dissertation.
as we abraid
and hone
each other's
sensory disposition,
begetting,
spectrumunul emotions
from elanic bliss
to yearning,
dolorous sorrow.
that causes,
introspective despair
that grapples
against difinitive delight.
we the pebbles,
caught within
this mental current,
cannot visualise
the infinitesimal alterations wrought by time.
yet,
others remark
upon the changes,
that is the way
of the waters path,
as time flows,
unrepentant
into the basin
of life's sea.
we must to survive,
simply concede
our pretentions
and comply
to the power inherit
in the water's
flow
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC
I knew you'd leave....
But staying was a selfish hope....
Thanks for my life back it reminded me....
Once upon a time "trust" meant false pretentions. ..
Home never came with a clear address........
Blood is not what makes a brother.....
Strange addictions now seem common .....
While most things never caused me discomfort.....
Missing you is a reality I know I'll face.....
While I stood in your presence and thought of the end...
What I meant to say is " thank you for being my friend".........
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 2:23 AM UTC
if we stripped down
discarded our pretentions
clothing on the floor
could you could i could we
embrace softly
love what we find
touch so gently
worship and worship
and worship till the end of time
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 7:13 PM UTC
Entangled amongst
the hidden strings
Avoiding threaded paths
lined with torment sweat
Fate turns her head
to my unmitigated suffering
Its punishment for
my pretentions to suit her.
But I fear I'm walking in circles
if I follow the sound of rolling thunder
where the air thickens
and feigns clarity
thus the road seams nearly unending
picking at the stitching near the feet
of a reaper whom sharpens his scythe
only for me.
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 1:08 PM UTC
Where are you waiting for unimagined?
Where am I supposed?
How are we emphasized?
When shall we remove our clothes?
Me in my ***** tatters
You in your fancy frees
If ever it did not matter
On **** beaches if it please
Remove my every pretentions
Circle in lipstick that part
Know how struck in our intentions
But why does this never start?
You gaze and stare intently
I share the same remorse
Dressed in all objection
Our clothes stay on of course
These pulls and pushes of want
Do nothing to satisfy desire
Don't chew the fat, be blunt
Throw lean meat upon the fire
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 9:01 PM UTC
I take the time everyday to drive outside of my mind
To drive and leave everything deemed important aside
I dream, but I couldn't leave it all behind
They call themselves roots, but I've seen plants walk before
They say they've a heart under that trunk
And they sure as hell can't leave
And the clowns leave the circus to play games
They leave the world to live under a new name
Making jokes that no one ever hears
It's 4 passed 2004
And you're so little hiding under your hair
You're so careless, teenager, you're coming of age in a pretentious rage
And our parents close the blinds
And they changed the codes on the safe when we had almost figured it out
And the paradox resumed, as we got our guns from another house
And we blow holes in the sky
Just to show God we didn't need him to learn how to fly
We blew holes in their brains just to show them what really dies
Feb 7, 2014
Feb 7, 2014 at 3:50 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
You don't need to do
what you don't feel like doing
You don't have to say
what you're actually not feeling
You don't have to feel
something unnecessary
If you're doing all these
just to please me
I ain't numb
and yes it does hurt
Keeping distant from me
feels like I'm a ****
What should I do
if you had a change of heart
Even if that means
we should grow apart
I had second thoughts
if your feelings were true
From the first time you said to me
"I love you"
But I brushed away the thought
as instant as I could
I trusted you that much
but then I was fooled
Maybe you've fallen out
but please keep your words real
No pretentions, no secrets
or more pain I would feel
If you no longer love me,
we can let each other go
I guess there's no more reason to stay,
it's time to lie-low
Thanks for the moments, the times you spent with me
It will always be remembered,
something I used to call "WE"
Things are changing
even before we notice it
So long for now, until we meet
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC
For ramblings, for a few toasts, taken from this and that, I do not pretend to be some sort of an original, I'm the muskrat, the pack rat who remembers just about everything, don't be so confident I won't steal from you, poor dear thing, I'm glossy and fresh and violent when necessary, contemplated evil, however sided with jesus for irony, follow for baby steps, inches and millimeters, confusion over systems, systems interacting, my fascination with inter-workings and word play, please, take a consideration. Let yourself take a whiff of wide, whistling rings of time, leveraged by power from the gut, from a bowel movement, for me, often quite pleasant!
Healthy and full-hearted, hacking at pretentions, though pretentious myself, making up new words, questioning the ones they keep making up, for their little webster, webster had a baby with google and their going to come out with wooble which wobbles on a stick that is sanity, there isn't a reason for your searches, misgivings, triumphs!!! no you flea, check the weather and then check back in with me
follow for diddies, I've done them all, song the senses pleasing themselves, you see, I've read too much Nietzsche, and philosophy is for the few though it influences the many, though they don't know it it crawls under their skin as a parasite disguised as aroma therapy, no, more like a prickly pine cone that pretends its harvesting majesty, philosophy! BAH! tyranny, majority, minority, factions, interactions, blah blah blah
I can be amusing, amusing in the sense of, forget where you are for a little while, that is my objective, to amuse, and while questions of power are more easily polarized, amusement is more chaotic, grounded in taste which is brought on by surplus, trust me I'm just getting started
follow for a friend, or foe, I like a challenge
signed,
Muskrat
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 4:04 PM UTC
I am tired
Im exhausted and i want to give up
I dont want to feel like im masked by layers and layers of insecurities
I dont want to pretend that im always ok
Im tired
I feel like i just want to cry but i cant
I think this is what happens when you pretend too much
You wont be able to feel normal things that you're supposed to feel
Why does it has to come this way
Im scared to soar
Im too frightened to fly
I dont even talk to my friends very closely anymore
I dont even want to walk around the neighbour
I just dont have the confidence anymore
Everynight i think about my self
It kills me inside knowing how things have change
And knowing im not the same person anymore
It just gives me anxiety and depression
I want real friends
I want a bestfriend
I want a friend that i can share with
A friend that i can be honest with
And a friend who can accept me for who i am
I need a friend who i can confidently show the real me without layers of mask and pretentions
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 12:22 PM UTC
In that deep hole
Where everything's broken, nothing's whole
Hollowness can be felt
Sadness from all that was left
I tried to be okay
Just like what everyone says
But pretentions have limitation
Now im pouring out
this poor heart
There is no one to blame for this misery
but me
I cause it, still causing it
And it's eating me, slowly but surely
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 6:28 AM UTC
im terribly
terrified of the future
with pretentions minds
Do i stay
where I am and soak
in the disorganized
disheveled world
let my mind be
the same.
do i allow
do i learn
do i take a deep breath
and inhale each seasons scents
Oct 26, 2017
Oct 26, 2017 at 5:32 PM UTC
You know what this
World taught me?
No one in this world is consistent.
Today they like you,
Tomorrow you will be nothing to them.
In this vast world,
Loyalty is so rare that finding
A gem in a dessert
Is much easier.
You see,
we made promises to compromise
Our mistakes.
But in the end,
we are prisoners in each others words,
Full of lies and pretentions.
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 8:47 PM UTC
Awakening
New dawn
And all
Pretentions
Drop away
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 5:28 AM UTC