"psyched" poems
She was a friend of Amber Clark
You know, you've met her before
She's the girl who listens secretly
To Bach behind the door
The Closet Classic ******
Who wears shirts of the Ramones
But listens to Rachmaninov
whenever she's alone
Jennifer McSweeney
known by all upon the street
She had kind words for everyone
She liked everyone she'd meet
She ate meals at Giannis
Knew the Pawnbroker, Old Cy
She listened to the bluesman
Whenever she came by
Like all the folks upon the street
Jennifer was dark
Not gothic, but you could say grey
She was set to make her mark
She was going to be famous
Her face upon the Silver Screen
She was going to be a movie star
Like The Truck Stop Beauty Queen
Jennifer loved movies
Not the ones that can be found
At the local dvd store
She liked the movies without sound
Her little quirk was that she
Liked the movies from the start
They told tales in black and white
These were strong in Jenni's heart
Buster Keaton, Harold Lloyd
Fatty Arbuckle, and more
Zasu Pitts, Charlie Chase
They struck her to her core
L and H, The Keystone Kops
She loved to see them grapplin'
But none of these compared to her
deep love for Charlie Chaplin
The Cineplex would show a film
They would host a special week
When silent movies were the shows
When nobody did speak
Jennifer would take the time
To watch each film they showed
She was so happy when the week came round
She positively glowed
The kids she knew, all thought her odd
Because of what she liked
But, when the silent week was here
Jennifer was psyched
One year she went to the next town
To get a small tattoo
It was all done up in black and grey
It was what she had to do
Like other girls who have been inked
It was in the same place
But, it was little, very non descript
Of her favorite actors face
She told few friends about it
And though she never did get violent
If you laughed at her tattoo
Like Chaplin, she'd be silent
She kept it to herself most times
Her little bit of ink
As she aged she'd show it more
For the cost of just one drink
She would take them to her bedroom
And by the light of her small lamp
She would show her tattoo proudly
Chaplin....her little ***** stamp
It's the thing that she is known for
She's the girls with Charlie's face
Where others all have Chinese Words
She has Chaplin in this place
She is known for loving movies
In black and white, and though it's camp
She gives a whole new meaning to
Having a ***** stamp.
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 12:00 AM UTC
What would it take
to hold grasp,
Swallow thy pride.
Winter passed
cold breeze,
open wide.
Psyched thoughts,
taken for granted,
thrown beside.
Tell stories,
never black,
nor white
What would,
you give,
my friend.
All we are,
pleasure
seeking,
All we are,
sight
seeing
All we are.
needs,
caring
All we are,
never
ending.
Aug 14, 2011
Aug 14, 2011 at 10:35 AM UTC
*springtime colours to come sliding in soon
do psyched answers lie in tea-leaves or spider’s crawl?*
stacked flood-gates may render sight unwaxed
running headlong with rib-cage open . . .
*perhaps remission lands on tattoo’d bravado
inverse-faced yields paxity . . . dolce-lento*
S T, wens-day 28 aug
Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 6:30 AM UTC
He's different, I think
When I sat down firstly
I barely gave a blink
So did he, none did speak
But then he asked me
"Is that x over y?"
And he smiled so gently
So heavenly, it warmed me
I said, "Yes, yes it is,"
And returned the smile
half-heartedly
In hopes he'd return one back
Everyday, I sat beside him
Everyday, I hoped I could to to him
Everyday, I psyched myself
Everyday, I believe fate would bring him to me
I think I started to fall a little harder
in my mind, so much thoughts to ponder
"What if we fell together,
or would he treat me like another brother?"
His friends are vastly... different
Egos blown, language ever so sharp
They'd play and frolic around
But he, no, he'd rather sit and look around
Unlike them, he liked to smile a lot
Unlike them, he'd give and opt not to take
Unlike them, he'd speak with his eyes filled of genuine interest
Unlike them, he'd make you feel... warm... understood... human
Time passed, I did nothing
I was ever content with small talk
We'd have hard time graphing parabolas
But when will love come around, my own graph?
The last day came, and all we ever did was write
He'd make jokes, and I would laugh
The hour passed, now time to say goodbye
"Dart sa heart", he utters, leaving me to ponder
Time for judgment day came
I utter my wish for luck to him, him to me
A grueling hour or two ran by so fast
I sighed, was relieved, was done, but could not afford a glance.
"3 minutes left!", the professor says
I nodded sassily
He chuckles
He nods as well
I think
I ponder
I feel
"Did he even feel so differently about me?"
The day is done
He walked off first
I followed
But there was no goodbyes
and neither did close the door
so I was left open
"When would I ever see him again?"
But I'd like to meet
but the answer is never
maybe pain is part of this growing...
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 7:57 AM UTC
I'd watched the many videos,
of humanity gone absurd.
I watch with such disdain,
such hatred for them ********
Have they got stone cold hearts,
or nothing at all pounding within?
Were they brought up by the hands of the devil,
or were they psyched by some evil doctrine?
Who permitted them rights to rob lives
of these helpless little animals?
Who granted them consent for their relentless pursuit of quality,
and feast like a hannibal?
Such cowardly acts to prey on helpless little creatures,
yet with that much pride, they boast of their prized possessions.
Only when the tables turn,
will they seek for redemption.
And still humanity runs,
in the direction of absurdity.
The human race continues,
to rest in such cruelty.
Nov 15, 2011
Nov 15, 2011 at 12:44 PM UTC
You pointed out the obvious,
how I was taking time;
and I was fairly cautious
not to be sublime.
I didn't want to tell you,
that I was just afraid,
that I feared every piece of rue
that made me feel so strayed.
I took every step slowly,
never wanting to part.
For in the end, I lowly
cradle my aching heart.
I would rather conceal our bliss
in awkward daylit hours
than spend a moment so amiss
in a place ever so sour.
I stalled to keep you near me
for happiness, I knew.
I hoped you always did see
and hoped you were happy too.
I stalled because when we are not
together, things do change.
For more time I wish I had fought
but home was out of range.
I stalled because I wanted,
(I'd say so without shame)
to never be so haunted
of the nights with barefaced blame.
I stalled because I didn't
want to argue tonight,
I don't know how to hint it,
but I fear a direct fight.
I stalled because I disliked
how it felt to be away.
Unknowing, fearing, nearing psyched
if I'll see you the next day.
I stalled because I couldn't
bear to let you go;
But I'm just a young woman
and we still have years to go.
I stalled because I didn't
want to feel alone.
Without you, just your imprint;
I feel lost and unknown.
I stalled because I love you.
I have loved you and I still do.
I still love you and I will love you,
and I will remain true.
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 11:24 AM UTC
We ran from the tears.
But the strength of our cries inside our nightmares became something deceiving.
You heard it in the other room, when I was dreaming.
Blind and convinced that waves of illusions would flash me by, I psyched myself out.
I traveled outside in different electrons and what not.
Asleep and floating on the music note of my heartbeat's base.
Some kind of radiance appeared in the back of my head, like it did after every story.
Happily ever after you said once or twice before.
I imagined things nicer because you lied to me.
But that was love, or some kind of protection.
Shadows and presents cover up the technicalities
The footprints on the ground had painted colors into our adventures with owls and dragons...
It was the two of us lost in our tales in dreamland.
The stream of make believe we created glued the words to the page, and I followed my instinct.
I knew where to find you.
It was cold. But we were too far ahead to call it off now.
Closing our eyes to escape form the monsters of reality became habitual and
The white picket fence separates our two worlds from colliding.
Like the words do, that describe peace and war.
Hiding in treasure chest are the skeletons of what we wanted to be when we grew up.
That's just unrealistic anymore.
Nov 18, 2011
Nov 18, 2011 at 2:03 AM UTC
You are the Chicken on My Briyani,
The Cheese to my Macaroni,
Oh, you make me so happy,
You're everything that I see
I'd love to know what you smell like,
where you always parked your bike,
When we met, I was psyched,
You are always on my mind
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 10:45 AM UTC
Failed promises mourned with soft moans and muffled cries
Words that once creased my face with smiles, now turned lies
Broken spirit have made my body go numb and unfeeling like ice
And I'm left with an ache so enormous in size!
You don't have to read and click the button 'like'
I just wanna pour out my heart and not get psyched
See if I could like a pond build around my heart a solid ****
If it would ever make me secured, tsk!
But really, is it normal for me to feel this depressed?
Those who's lost it a long time ago think I'm blessed!
Maybe I am, on the brighter side but then what's with this foul mood?
That has made me non-chalant and rude!
I don't like this transformation that has made me sobersided
Not like I wanna lallygag but I'll just love to be free-minded
Not to feel this emptiness that is frustrating me
Just wanna be at peace with everyone and still be who God wants me to be
Sep 26, 2013
Sep 26, 2013 at 5:33 PM UTC
In and out of the scrub, cold networking
Overcooked scenarios, elbowing one another
Out of line to rubber neck the continual
Replay that gets nowhere fast
Overplaying.....on and on, over and over
Push it to the far reaches, it's back
Needles stuck......hic hic hic, Remove it
Eeeeeeeeeek.......
Spinning on silent mode, scenarios upon
Scenario, double dose waiting to be heard
Too late to turn back, already done, dusted
The jelly set, the concrete dried and solid
Get out for one second....take a hike....it's back
After school...teacher dishing out lines
Repeating over and over what you dearly
Want to forget, imprinting, etching a deep
Rut; psyched up ready for battle; but there's
Nothing, noone there who wants to listen
They don't want to know, you or anything
About you....for that matter; Cuts deep
Threading back to childhood rejection
Of recent loss compounding, how little they
Care....knowing what you've been through
It cuts no ice, yet is jagged and raw through
Your flesh remaining.......hic..hic..hic..hic..hic..hic............
Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 6:25 AM UTC
Let me tell you about this girl, who i know in my life
When she always came around, i would always be psyched!
But when it came down to it, i wasn’t her type
Was i there to languish? hmm, it was just a part of life.
Oct 20, 2011
Oct 20, 2011 at 11:39 PM UTC
I see it in your eyes
The twinkle in my heart shines through them
I feel it in your soul
It is I you long to hold
If only chills could speak
You would know that your warmth makes me weak
In the very tone of every word
Every word you utter has weight
The syllables stretch as if you speak in melisma
The way you move
The way you blush and move about
Shy and psyched by the eccentric emotion running through you
You smile and make me a guy
How, how could I make a woman the apple of my eye
The apple of my eye shine so bright that it gives birth to a young tender tree
You hiss waves of bliss as the love chokes you and you can only be saved by a kiss
I hesitate and reminisce
Thinking about the days I did not give into your rules
Sharpened by the blades of poetry, I levitate thinking you will follow me
You stand and wonder how I could be such a fool
To let a lovely doll fall into the arms of a ******
The winds of time breathe rain
We both wait again, to see the day
The day our scattered seeds of love blossom into a flower
I will have you and our bright and blooming flower
And together at the tree we will be, no matter the feat, no matter the hour.
Jan 25, 2013
Jan 25, 2013 at 12:35 PM UTC
Life is a little mystery, no one can explain.
No matter how hard they try, it is all in vane.
'Cause there's always someone who wants to prove you wrong,
And they always believe, but not for long.
God didn't create this mystery for us to break,
For us to understand and for someone else to hate.
We were meant to believe,
Not as a scientist meant to achieve.
You're supposed to enjoy wondering what this might be like,
You're supposed to love not knowing, you're supposed to be psyched.
And if someone tries to force their thought,
Ask them if God wants this to be sought.
For life should be a mystery, not knowing what is now,
No one figuring out what's happening or how.
Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 5:16 PM UTC
Lately I've been hard to reach, I've been too long on my own
Everybody has a private world where they can be alone
Are you calling me? Are you trying to get through?
Are you reaching out for me, like I'm reaching out for you?
I'm just so fuckin' depressed, I just can seem to get out this slump
If I could just get over this ****
But I need something to pull me out this dump,
I took my bruises, took my lumps
Fell down and I got right back up
But I need that spark to get psyched back up
In order for me to pick the mic back up
I don't know how or why or when I ended up in this position I'm in
Mar 6, 2014
Mar 6, 2014 at 7:19 AM UTC
I know who I am
What makes me tick
When something is wrong,
Or when I am roughly overreacting.
When I enter a state of panic
It makes me sick to my stomach
I do not recognize myself
Or I remember the one staring at me
All too well
Defensive and uncertain
I am mean and swollen
Emotions overrun me
So here I am
Running on empty.
At times I am not in control
Without warning
Or good reason
What is sure
I am on the brink
Of falling into a loophole
And I just have to sense
When it happens
When I am this woman
Wearing stilettos on sand;
If you are that man
Not psyched but strong enough
To handle the times
When I am losing the upper hand.
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 8:07 AM UTC
I'm afraid of everything
So I'm barely living
Holding back so I don't get hurt
The worst part is not knowing what will happen next
I'm a freak out of control
So they call me control freak
Be ready for what's around the corner but I don't see through walls
So I'm armed with layers for anything
And little things freak me out
I'm psyched to be the leader
Cause I'm a ******
And I'll have a perfect path
I mean plan for us all...
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 4:18 AM UTC
I've written your name and thought of your spirit on mine.
Now I'm not here I'm not anywhere.
Just an absence of you that continues on.
Like sleeping doesn't feel just alone but endlessly wrong.
I pounded my chest, psyched myself to feel strong.
But it all just comes back...
All I end up with are tears on the screen.
Just these Liquid Crystal Tears.
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 11:54 AM UTC
as quickly as I lay on my cradle to sleep that night,
the dark bit my head as I turn off the light
my sheets start to fold in, pulling me into a wrap
bringing me to a place between the real and the unreal, a gap
my eyes closed, my conscious asleep
my mind opened, my thoughts start to creep
dancing in pandemonium in the corners of my brain
psyched! I think I might be awake in my dream
extraordinary things I see after the passing of a bright gleam
rainbow behind clouds, magical creatures, and unusual things flee
a girl runs freely then fumbles along with her dress longer than it should be
psyched! this girl must be me!
a strange woman suddenly appears, helps her up and gives her a look
she smiles at her and gives her a kiss on her forehead
my conscious falls out of my sheets, my eyes snap open
again, this woman visits me in my dream
I wonder if she could be that special someone taking a peep
her image suddenly passes my sight
I know the stars could be holding her tonight
Jun 16, 2017
Jun 16, 2017 at 10:07 PM UTC
We always know the right from wrong, though mind and heart sing separate songs.
Im deciding to cut the pain and conflict, walking away from my soft hearts district.
For its there in my mind, thats where I'l predict,
the future of my own destiny's beat.
People come and affect you, and in effect, infect you.
With their sorrows and joys, their hopes and their ploys;
and plots and their feelings.
Id rather avoid their meanial dealings.
Everyone is worth it, Im not dissing the public;
But in life if you want it, you gotta know whose worth it.
One mans food is anothers poison,
It works the same with regards to a person.
You can hate 'em or love 'em, but in some way you become them.
They can better you or break you, complete you or worsen,
the **** that you got going on already.
Theres only a few that will keep your head steady.
Those ones, i will keep and distractions must go.
Even the good kind coz those are the ones that i know,
will lift you up, get you psyched up and hyped up on life;
till the time comes. . . when you fall from that height.
Live, show love but never feel it ,too long.
Think, show wisdom but never teach it ,too long
Laugh, show happiness but never believe it, too long.
Cry, but show Nothing, dont bereave it too long.
The sun will shine and still, time will go on;
and no one but you will feel the feelings gone.
So you sulk and infect all those that surround you,
and you hunch and neglect You, your emotions will drown you.
When you reflect, what you'll find is a shell of what used to be.
So rip out those heart strings and be like me, Care Free.
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 8:32 AM UTC
amnesia occurs as often as god. we speak as one to one who puts a value on value. we assign an indirect loneliness to pregnancy and present ourselves to prison populations as a way to avoid hitting the pregnant. like you, I become my own pillow when back in the school days of my tornado. yes I place myself in a song and you place the song. reading remains a new form of plagiarism. I am super psyched about the babies. I don’t want to mess up their traumatic bonding. hypervigilance is a thing. like you, I know I’m close to what I’m ghost of.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 8:40 PM UTC
Pacific, pacifist pampered papa
parading par excellent paragon
parent (parenthetically parochial
particularly partisan) parvenu
passive, passionately paternalistically patient,
paunchy, peaceably pepped, perfectionist,
perceptive, perennially perky, permissively
persevering, persistently personable, perspicuous,
pertinent, phenomenally philanthropic, philharmonic
picturesquely pious, pioneering, piquantly pithy,
playfully pleasant, pleasurably plucky, plummy,
poetically poignant, politely pontificating, popular,
positively potent, powerfully practiced pragmatist,
praiseworthy, prayerfully precious, precise
predominant, preeminently preferable, preparedly
preponderant, presently president, prestigiously
prevailing, priceless, princely, principally pristine,
privately privileged, prized, proactively procreative,
prodigiously productive, proficiently profitable,
progressively prominant, promisingly prompt,
prophetically propitious, prospectively protective,
proudly proven provocative, prudent psyched, puissant,
punctilious, punctually purposeful.
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 1:07 AM UTC
I would rather not have frowned at the frau
She was my friend
Slatternly, frowzy, bedgraddled gal
I always wondered how and why she liked me
Like a boy who could be psyched out by bosoms.
I wasn't
I felt it peasant like.
Like a tike feeling in the dirt for flukes and rakes
Rake, she said she thought what I was.
Which would mean I could make her heart buzz
and would mean we could be one another.
Another life left to lonesome fevers in panting fogs.
I matter, so does she.
Dark matter.
Slathered in holes, stolen goals.
God we were the same.
It's a shame we were the same.
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 1:49 AM UTC
my mind still catches your silhouette
haunting around my brain core
causing trouble to nerve that speciffically went to a total damage
of sending "it's time to move" message
to my whole body
my heart had being turned off
after i've psyched myself
of full long term commitment
that best day of my life-since
my double black eyes still searching for you
in the crowd of blurry people,
in my favorite city (used-to)
that back of you vision still lingers
through every corner of the street
in the end, what i'm trying to say is
don't close the door, please?
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 10:21 AM UTC
How does it feel like,
To be one of those lights?
Sharing thy brightness,
Very contagious smiles.
Oh, I'm awed and psyched
Wish that I could touch you,
To confirm if you're true
Far from illusive hues
Then stare on your never ending happiness,
That is truly evident in your face.
I wish I could have some too,
Your beauty within the surface.
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 11:12 PM UTC