"reactivated" poems - Hello Poetry

You hear it Outside your room, Almost like a whisper. You lean closer Knowing no one else is home. All night Things have been Out of place: Moved, scattered, tampered Destroyed. You keep looking Over your shoulder. Is someone there? You ask yourself. But only darkness Awaits your gaze Until now... A figure, almost golden Yet, you know you are alone Only the stranger outside your room. Again, you lean closer, The breathing now a faint whisper: "Reactivated" The voice says As you turn on your flashlight. Shia surprise He lunges towards you. Slamming the door, You are now safe From Shia Labeouf

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Jul 30, 2015

Jul 30, 2015 at 11:02 PM UTC

jindomess

Breathing

You hear it Outside your room, Almost like a whisper. You lean closer Knowing no one else is home. All night Things have been Out of place: Moved, scattered, tampered Destroyed. You keep looking Over your shoulder. Is someone there? You ask yourself. But only darkness Awaits your gaze Until now... A figure, almost golden Yet, you know you are alone Only the stranger outside your room. Again, you lean closer, The breathing now a faint whisper: "Reactivated" The voice says As you turn on your flashlight. Shia surprise He lunges towards you. Slamming the door, You are now safe From Shia Labeouf

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As the rain persisted the waters soon rose never so much fallen before. No records showed that much flowed penetrating the deep caverns. Disturbing what should be left in the dark the outcome would be stark! *********** of the deepest levels went critical awakening creatures from sleep. Pressure pushing them into the underground rivers guiding them ever upwards. Wakening from their long forced hibernation this deeply buried alien creation! Fearsome! ****** into our world by the floods able to swim to catch their prey! The torrential rains causing such destruction would be facing a new predator! But for the rain would not have been freed allowing the slaughter to proceed! What would be discovered in the coming days they were robotic beings! Indestructible an advanced force that crashed into deep caverns millenniums ago! Their functions disengaged until the floods came reactivated our destruction their aim! Decimated by natures fury resistance was zero those not drowned or starved. Were obliterated by these mechanical marauders their civilisation no longer existed. They were the last of their immense soulless kind our fates to the end entwined! That day the rain and floods came! The Foureyed Poet.

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Jul 1, 2012

Jul 1, 2012 at 12:02 AM UTC

malcolm-terence-gould

The Rain Persisted

As the rain persisted the waters soon rose never so much fallen before. No records showed that much flowed penetrating the deep caverns. Disturbing what should be left in the dark the outcome would be stark! *********** of the deepest levels went critical awakening creatures from sleep. Pressure pushing them into the underground rivers guiding them ever upwards. Wakening from their long forced hibernation this deeply buried alien creation! Fearsome! ****** into our world by the floods able to swim to catch their prey! The torrential rains causing such destruction would be facing a new predator! But for the rain would not have been freed allowing the slaughter to proceed! What would be discovered in the coming days they were robotic beings! Indestructible an advanced force that crashed into deep caverns millenniums ago! Their functions disengaged until the floods came reactivated our destruction their aim! Decimated by natures fury resistance was zero those not drowned or starved. Were obliterated by these mechanical marauders their civilisation no longer existed. They were the last of their immense soulless kind our fates to the end entwined! That day the rain and floods came! The Foureyed Poet.

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I looked at you, appraisingly And felt very little, Could even call it nothing. How could all those feelings disappear – and where are they now? Lying dormant, waiting to be reactivated By your hungry, longing glance? Or gone forever, welcome realisation Prompting utter disregard? My inspiration has fled with the feelings, So bring back the longing, The anger, the aching, and the angst. I cannot lose My one and only muse.

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Nov 26, 2013

Nov 26, 2013 at 12:03 PM UTC

AmandaIS

Secondary Concerns

I looked at you, appraisingly And felt very little, Could even call it nothing. How could all those feelings disappear – and where are they now? Lying dormant, waiting to be reactivated By your hungry, longing glance? Or gone forever, welcome realisation Prompting utter disregard? My inspiration has fled with the feelings, So bring back the longing, The anger, the aching, and the angst. I cannot lose My one and only muse.

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Sockets laying low, like a swing with to much rusted chain. Corneas harshened with florescent grass viridescent and sky aquamarine. Snout pointy as the tip of a lustrous knife silver blade, and facing diagonal like a canon before fire. Two ample, pale, cushions, keeping guard about my mentum. Little brown chocolate chips, melting upon every inch and centimeter on my countenance. A mane full of lingering threads colored chestnuts. Physique of Irish, pure skin filled with angel kisses. Two stubby branches hanging in action, waiting to be reactivated. And two vertically challenged limbs, pudgy and not operational. My presence, positioned vertical, gazing into a transparent sea of glass.

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Oct 7, 2014

Oct 7, 2014 at 9:31 PM UTC

victoria-r-beveridge-1

Veins

Sockets laying low, like a swing with to much rusted chain. Corneas harshened with florescent grass viridescent and sky aquamarine. Snout pointy as the tip of a lustrous knife silver blade, and facing diagonal like a canon before fire. Two ample, pale, cushions, keeping guard about my mentum. Little brown chocolate chips, melting upon every inch and centimeter on my countenance. A mane full of lingering threads colored chestnuts. Physique of Irish, pure skin filled with angel kisses. Two stubby branches hanging in action, waiting to be reactivated. And two vertically challenged limbs, pudgy and not operational. My presence, positioned vertical, gazing into a transparent sea of glass.

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I will not be disturbed by this mother of three. I will ignore her Cheshire makeup, her matching white tennis club outfit, and her wild dreams of a life on Mars. I will do this because she is what I am not-- she is a ghost, while I am free. I see her in the stratos, I see her in the sky. I see her in the people, I see her in my mind. I am made of crooked a l p h a b e t soup and I have seen the mother of death and rebirth and understanding. I have faced her in her milk cart prison, and I have dreamed of her shining yesteryear. For there is more than alphabet s o u p in the can. There is a flood of m e m o r i e s reactivated by the breaking of a mental dam. Now I see that I am aging swiftly and poorly, for my years have escaped me, and have long been forgotten. Farewell, Stanley Elementary School; So long, Marblehead Charter; I remember you in J e w i s h tones and chlorine-crusted c h a i n l i n k fences. But a f r e s h s u n s l o w l y r i s e s, my dear, and I k n o w that I m u s t become a peacock once a g a i n.

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Dec 9, 2014

Dec 9, 2014 at 9:53 AM UTC

phil-smith

I Will Not Be Disturbed

I will not be disturbed by this mother of three. I will ignore her Cheshire makeup, her matching white tennis club outfit, and her wild dreams of a life on Mars. I will do this because she is what I am not-- she is a ghost, while I am free. I see her in the stratos, I see her in the sky. I see her in the people, I see her in my mind. I am made of crooked a l p h a b e t soup and I have seen the mother of death and rebirth and understanding. I have faced her in her milk cart prison, and I have dreamed of her shining yesteryear. For there is more than alphabet s o u p in the can. There is a flood of m e m o r i e s reactivated by the breaking of a mental dam. Now I see that I am aging swiftly and poorly, for my years have escaped me, and have long been forgotten. Farewell, Stanley Elementary School; So long, Marblehead Charter; I remember you in J e w i s h tones and chlorine-crusted c h a i n l i n k fences. But a f r e s h s u n s l o w l y r i s e s, my dear, and I k n o w that I m u s t become a peacock once a g a i n.

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On evening of the eighth day of August under full moon energies launched dreams. Open window provided a soft breeze Night birds chirped on their way to nest. Silken sheets gave comfort catapulting me into dreamscape. Perfect time for spirt to give its message. I drifted in a infinity portal A place where loves light shinned. Leo’s lion stood at golden gate ushering me gracefully Suddenly with flash of moons light alone I was not. A lion golden and regal appeared at bedside. He slowly walked around bed as my eyes merged with his as our eyes traveled opening path of communication. His words were strong and simple elegant and wisdom filled. It said, " You have a magnanimous heart, use it. You are powerful and meant to have abundance, trust it. You are now reactivated to recall who you are, know it. You are now in the Leo Lion’s Gate for access to the knowledge, the Golden Age of Consciousness, bath in it. It is my gift to humanity, celebrate it." When breath was taken to align with his words, he vanished. Leaving his roar that became mine, behind. Leaving me to share his wisdom with the world. StarBG © 2017

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Aug 1, 2017

Aug 1, 2017 at 8:40 AM UTC

star-bg

Leo's Gate

On evening of the eighth day of August under full moon energies launched dreams. Open window provided a soft breeze Night birds chirped on their way to nest. Silken sheets gave comfort catapulting me into dreamscape. Perfect time for spirt to give its message. I drifted in a infinity portal A place where loves light shinned. Leo’s lion stood at golden gate ushering me gracefully Suddenly with flash of moons light alone I was not. A lion golden and regal appeared at bedside. He slowly walked around bed as my eyes merged with his as our eyes traveled opening path of communication. His words were strong and simple elegant and wisdom filled. It said, " You have a magnanimous heart, use it. You are powerful and meant to have abundance, trust it. You are now reactivated to recall who you are, know it. You are now in the Leo Lion’s Gate for access to the knowledge, the Golden Age of Consciousness, bath in it. It is my gift to humanity, celebrate it." When breath was taken to align with his words, he vanished. Leaving his roar that became mine, behind. Leaving me to share his wisdom with the world. StarBG © 2017

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White as a sheet ghostly color, sans countenance of mine impossible to differentiate between Lenovo external screen background myopia no deterrent as jaw slackened upon Citizens Bank notification current spate of ill health (relentless stomach virus) triggered emotional state Kamikaze nose dived into forbidding deathwish gastrointestinal Civil War relentlessly raged kickstarting linkedin body, mind, spirit emergency necessitating transfer of funds, and/ or anonymous philanthropic injection to staunch, stave, and stay hemorrhaging, whereby checking account beyond restoration, sans life support heroic measures sense (cents) less, now, mine entire being excruciating figurative explosion, viz rapidly fired projectile as if "FAKE" mandibles bit the bullet self destruction declaration reactivated casus belli (caused by ache'n belly) just on cusp of recovery succumbed to lowest record nadir kindling, sparking, and whip sawing plea for salvation or termination, mine abysmal ad hoc existence evincing illogic, quixotic, tragic... charade, facade, masquerade, et cetera accursed woe synonymous with Sisyphus condemned to Hades exhausting arduous, laborious, torturous... punishment social security disability deposit congenital schizoid personality disorder attendant anxiety, obsessive/ compulsive disorder, panic marginally tempered asper prescription medication as each day of destitution, offers smidgen alleviation!

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Mar 27, 2019

Mar 27, 2019 at 4:24 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Overdraft Paralyzing Sucker Punch

White as a sheet ghostly color, sans countenance of mine impossible to differentiate between Lenovo external screen background myopia no deterrent as jaw slackened upon Citizens Bank notification current spate of ill health (relentless stomach virus) triggered emotional state Kamikaze nose dived into forbidding deathwish gastrointestinal Civil War relentlessly raged kickstarting linkedin body, mind, spirit emergency necessitating transfer of funds, and/ or anonymous philanthropic injection to staunch, stave, and stay hemorrhaging, whereby checking account beyond restoration, sans life support heroic measures sense (cents) less, now, mine entire being excruciating figurative explosion, viz rapidly fired projectile as if "FAKE" mandibles bit the bullet self destruction declaration reactivated casus belli (caused by ache'n belly) just on cusp of recovery succumbed to lowest record nadir kindling, sparking, and whip sawing plea for salvation or termination, mine abysmal ad hoc existence evincing illogic, quixotic, tragic... charade, facade, masquerade, et cetera accursed woe synonymous with Sisyphus condemned to Hades exhausting arduous, laborious, torturous... punishment social security disability deposit congenital schizoid personality disorder attendant anxiety, obsessive/ compulsive disorder, panic marginally tempered asper prescription medication as each day of destitution, offers smidgen alleviation!

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