"rase" poems
we have spoken of the things that we avoid
and argued about the void
which we call heaven
all the things that we do not understand
so I stand naked before you
guitar in hand playing to you
but woman one day
you will say
i don t love you anymore
and of that i am sure
for you can not be me
nor i you
so into a void we will stand
my guitar in hand.
Sep 29, 2012
Sep 29, 2012 at 4:06 PM UTC
Some days.
I think.
Who is the one.
But is there.
One or two?
Maybe more.
I am counting on it.
That there is more.
So lets rase.
A glass or two.
To.
Infinitive me.
Mar 14, 2012
Mar 14, 2012 at 4:44 PM UTC
Come and look at my family
it’s big and rambunctious
they all mean a lot to me
theres lots of different branches
there’s a writer, called M. Rase
and David too
they’ve taught me things I never knew
but of course they all do
Im related to royalty
a king and a queen
Named Jose and Whispwill respectively
I wonder if they’ve met each other yet?
Then there’s determined Yuu
who shredded my heart with Blackberry Tea
some of them have hurt me, don’t worry though
I’m sure their OC's will be fine after all they’ve been through
R. Merryweather writes lots of things
there’s even a new series
next is Vel, with her apocalyptic mysteries
Ana and Kittie are new to the family
give them a big welcome when you see them
Rukan’s drawing a series, seki and keisuke are my OTP
Bob likes animals, she’s a skilled gal
I really miss Yuumei, Wave, and Jun Lee
but they’ll return someday, you’ll see
Kura updated recently, Nick brought me to tears
MAT and Ariel Ries crossed different boundaries
but everything will be alright
NaniRoxy's not around, she’s making some adjustments
so you’ll just have to leave a message
Viryse is in the hoodie brigade
with Yuu, Jose, and Kao too
GlanceReviver and KJ Tower
write exciting love stories
SnailLords is gone, but not really
he moved his web series such a tease
Captain Juuter and Kinkan Yoona
slice up life in different ways
this is badly written and doesn’t make sense
and I know its long but it needed to be said
and someday you can meet the rest of them
the rest of my big family
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 11:32 AM UTC
We almost made it
Hence the word almost
You left with no trace
Do you regret leaving?
I am a mess without you
Don't pretend we were nothing
You promised you'd be there for me
Only me
Unfortunately, you lied
Liquor is now your replacement
Eating seems pointless
After you left, everything lost meaning
Volcano meets tornado
Erase my foolishness
Maybe I still love you
Even now, when you don't deserve it
?
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 2:06 PM UTC
Thunder rumbles in the distance
Unforgiving bellowed commands
Ravens tapping at the windows
Notice the final hour glass sands
Imposter that I am on this earth
No more the sweet magic of life
Gone all sense of tranquillity
Lift me pale rider/ morbid midwife
Erase me from this paradigm
Anasthetic lurks in the chalice of freedom
Vaniloquence surely ends forthwith
Enter the consequence of my final season
Such a tender caress the hand of death.
Forgive me for I have sinned
Anthrophobia suddenly reversed
Love's contract begins to rescind
Lamenting serves no purpose here
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 4:16 PM UTC
The Capitol of My Heart
Psalms Chapter 137 תְּהִלִּים
א עַל נַהֲרוֹת, בָּבֶל--שָׁם יָשַׁבְנוּ, גַּם-בָּכִינוּ: בְּזָכְרֵנוּ, אֶת-צִיּוֹן. 1 By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion.
ב עַל-עֲרָבִים בְּתוֹכָהּ-- תָּלִינוּ, כִּנֹּרוֹתֵינוּ. 2 Upon the willows in the midst thereof we hanged up our harps.
ג כִּי שָׁם שְׁאֵלוּנוּ שׁוֹבֵינוּ, דִּבְרֵי-שִׁיר-- וְתוֹלָלֵינוּ שִׂמְחָה:
שִׁירוּ לָנוּ, מִשִּׁיר צִיּוֹן. 3 For there they that led us captive asked of us words of song, and our tormentors asked of us mirth: {N}
'Sing us one of the songs of Zion.'
ד אֵיךְ--נָשִׁיר אֶת-שִׁיר-יְהוָה: עַל, אַדְמַת נֵכָר. 4 How shall we sing the LORD'S song in a foreign land?
ה אִם-אֶשְׁכָּחֵךְ יְרוּשָׁלִָם-- תִּשְׁכַּח יְמִינִי. 5 If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.
ו תִּדְבַּק-לְשׁוֹנִי, לְחִכִּי-- אִם-לֹא אֶזְכְּרֵכִי:
אִם-לֹא אַעֲלֶה, אֶת-יְרוּשָׁלִַם-- עַל, רֹאשׁ שִׂמְחָתִי. 6 Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, if I remember thee not; {N}
if I set not Jerusalem above my chiefest joy.
ז זְכֹר יְהוָה, לִבְנֵי אֱדוֹם-- אֵת, יוֹם יְרוּשָׁלִָם:
הָאֹמְרִים, עָרוּ עָרוּ-- עַד, הַיְסוֹד בָּהּ. 7 Remember, O LORD, against the children of Edom the day of Jerusalem; {N}
who said: 'Rase it, rase it, even to the foundation thereof.'
ח בַּת-בָּבֶל, הַשְּׁדוּדָה:
אַשְׁרֵי שֶׁיְשַׁלֶּם-לָךְ-- אֶת-גְּמוּלֵךְ, שֶׁגָּמַלְתְּ לָנוּ. 8 O daughter of Babylon, that art to be destroyed; {N}
happy shall he be, that repayeth thee as thou hast served us.
ט אַשְׁרֵי, שֶׁיֹּאחֵז וְנִפֵּץ אֶת-עֹלָלַיִךְ-- אֶל-הַסָּלַע. 9 Happy shall he be, that taketh and dasheth thy little ones against the rock. {P}
Dec 7, 2017
Dec 7, 2017 at 4:42 AM UTC
I hate
as I
meta-
cognate:
you-
are al-
ways there-
you-
profes-
sor- draw-
ing squares-
why-
can't I
dare
to e-
rase the
lines you've
daily
traced?
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 12:36 AM UTC
Chanson d'automne.
Déjà plus d'une feuille sèche
Parsème les gazons jaunis ;
Soir et matin, la brise est fraîche,
Hélas ! les beaux jours sont finis !
On voit s'ouvrir les fleurs que garde
Le jardin, pour dernier trésor :
Le dahlia met sa cocarde
Et le souci sa toque d'or.
La pluie au bassin fait des bulles ;
Les hirondelles sur le toit
Tiennent des conciliabules :
Voici l'hiver, voici le froid !
Elles s'assemblent par centaines,
Se concertant pour le départ.
L'une dit : " Oh ! que dans Athènes
Il fait bon sur le vieux rempart !
" Tous les ans j'y vais et je niche
Aux métopes du Parthénon.
Mon nid bouche dans la corniche
Le trou d'un boulet de canon. "
L'autre : " J'ai ma petite chambre
A Smyrne, au plafond d'un café.
Les Hadjis comptent leurs grains d'ambre
Sur le seuil d'un rayon chauffé.
" J'entre et je sors, accoutumée
Aux blondes vapeurs des chibouchs,
Et parmi les flots de fumée,
Je rase turbans et tarbouchs. "
Celle-ci : " J'habite un triglyphe
Au fronton d'un temple, à Balbeck.
Je m'y suspends avec ma griffe
Sur mes petits au large bec. "
Celle-là : " Voici mon adresse :
Rhodes, palais des chevaliers ;
Chaque hiver, ma tente s'y dresse
Au chapiteau des noirs piliers. "
La cinquième : " Je ferai halte,
Car l'âge m'alourdit un peu,
Aux blanches terrasses de Malte,
Entre l'eau bleue et le ciel bleu. "
La sixième : " Qu'on est à l'aise
Au Caire, en haut des minarets !
J'empâte un ornement de glaise,
Et mes quartiers d'hiver sont prêts. "
" A la seconde cataracte,
Fait la dernière, j'ai mon nid ;
J'en ai noté la place exacte,
Dans le pschent d'un roi de granit. "
Toutes : " Demain combien de lieues
Auront filé sous notre essaim,
Plaines brunes, pics blancs, mers bleues
Brodant d'écume leur bassin ! "
Avec cris et battements d'ailes,
Sur la moulure aux bords étroits,
Ainsi jasent les hirondelles,
Voyant venir la rouille aux bois.
Je comprends tout ce qu'elles disent,
Car le poète est un oiseau ;
Mais, captif ses élans se brisent
Contre un invisible réseau !
Des ailes ! des ailes ! des ailes !
Comme dans le chant de Ruckert,
Pour voler, là-bas avec elles
Au soleil d'or, au printemps vert !
650
Its great indeed
forgetting and suppressing bad memories,
Shutting all your thoughts,
Regardless of what you got,
Don't you care
at all
about change,
Taking pieces from your path
can help you
when you are pained,
Distractions and feelings,
Let them astray,
Think once about change,
Think about the connection,
Don't break the connection,
Be productive and show an optimistic
output,
Restore what little fled,
Try to ponder on each and every aspect,
Whether you like it or hate it,
Just don't regret,
Ignore the rest and make your wrongs
into right.
Is it not suffice?
Let it Reside in your heart,
And wipe Enmity that's scarred,
Be not Pessimistic,
Let it Lure you,
Just now Erase all the pain,
And Never mind your past,
For once It will give you peace,
Just wait and See,
It will cool down the Heat.
Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 7:30 AM UTC
When you look at me
I know all you see
is an old man
that has escaped from his room
and I will hold my hands up to that
for I want to be in the sun like you, feel those rase hit me
and bring love, to my old heart
and feel freedom.
LOve from an old silverback, almost in his tomb.
Aug 17, 2013
Aug 17, 2013 at 10:12 AM UTC
Love is some thing all life supports.
With out it the world would fail.
The Earth would also become pale.
If we yell and scream, at the movies and watching diaster and actions go un punhised.
What's the point in which we construct these out comes.
Down and applued, we strive for less friction in a world meant to hate.
All out comes in life are choas theory.
It's said a point of refresh in a moment spells greatness in outer ways.
Anti Struggles in a frayed life, would be nice if like flawless with a twister of held mischief.
Fictitious, his ambitious where you couldn't have thought of your own inventions.
Ingenious, with his very own mission you call him god I call him devious.
Mysterious, her cousins is with the hammer of dawn he seeks.
Many miles where traveled his path still un finished.
Until the hands grasp the power they will never have problems in life any more.
No more falling of tears.
Many days smudge with hard core pain.
Oceans rase each year over laping the coasts and its piers.
What to do too stop what it will yield.
Egos gone completion needing a new depition.
Reason of a world held high captions.
Compassion of a few is a winners ball.
Fades of ego in a darkless room.
Colors are prized as found of new surround.
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 2:42 PM UTC
ꊯreefalling through £motions –
The resting place of Ỏur dreams
สัs the bell sings of the finale
Of every よoving kissing
The trembling walls of our doubt;
Oh, to THESE faithless ₮eens
Trusting the world's shallow views –
And of course it's always leading
Always Đictating our lives;
Investing in fleeting illusions of things
First, $ell out all of your dreams –
⼹rase their gentle sweet feeling
Still if I die toƠ early;
Bury me in the resting
Place of my đreams
Nov 19, 2024
Nov 19, 2024 at 3:01 PM UTC
fingernails
trace,... my》 bones
morn°ing° coffee°°
& wine soaked
good{nights}
all~ in~ all
she should. be. what. i. want.
- so-who-knows -
what ¿season
could ever be¿
enough¿
^there's ^^no^^
《taking 《it 《back
you;strawberry
}moon} }
days2short
& lo _ _ ng _ _ es _ _t
nights. e\clip\se the
bl ack
tattooofyou
<can't << e <<< rase
skinonskinonskin
[however vague]
my highs//
my lows
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 5:33 PM UTC
S urrounded by the silence that screams
I beg the lord to help me and these dreams
N ot only be in love but I begin to hate
G lory is still here its never to late
L ose the hope you desire with fire
E rase my heart which is held by a liar
Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 2:59 PM UTC
can't u<n<d<o what's been done
the gap that once- held- a- heart
is bound to a girl
who. wants. no. part.
in the lov\ing and long\ing
that tears me A. p. a. r. T.
cause the mind^might^know^better
but there's-no-convincing the heart
De》spite what's better for me
... to be loved and HeldSoClose
how do I [shadow. ]]]]]] the memory
of what I wanted,... most ¿
Oh, the irony; how I never
really had. her. at. All
still;,.... left alone spinning
I'm left alone //stalled//
this hopeless ro°man°tic°
keeps playing a game I. can't. win.
time can't e《《《rase her beauty;
OR how she seeped in
It's like beating>my> head>>
against the same spite||ful wall
...but giving-up-is-just-giving-in
By God, the re■so■lute should... win
I couldn't make her keep me
been-on-my-knees for_so _long
~ And now. I. see. the
the writing on the wall ~~~~
It's the same for you now,...as you/want/me
to love you// you want me to fall
& isn't that such a...s h a m e
why does it have to be\ that\ way¿
So much loving, and, passion, and, good,
tossed》 to》the 》winds;
... lostinthe ... would/ should...{if only I}
... Could
Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 11:34 AM UTC