"regenerate" poems
I'm broke
and **** near broken
some days i can't eat at all
other days i eat too much
can't stand to look in the mirror
wishing the number i see on the scale would switch with my grades
things never go the way i want them to
too many dead ends
not enough ways out
got nothing to do
no time soon
i'm often forgotten like snow in summer
i'm breaking out
but not from this hole I'm in
my brain is constantly fizzling
hopefully soon
i'll get tired,
simply fizzle out
so this static can just
S
T
O
P
i need something,
or someone,
that takes the pain away
that fills my lungs with something other than this
undescribable
endless
void
i'm done
i'm tired of this body and soul
how many pills does it take
until i no longer regenerate?
is this a call for help?
or a way to let it all out?
but when you ask,
I'm fine
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 10:57 AM UTC
*transported back into those walls
running down the basement hall
i locked the door so i could hide
and reaching for a 45
with practically no voice at all
i sang along and prayed
to drown you out
does the soul regenerate?
what part of me did you take?
your verbal threats would make me gasp
no one could hear when I called out
record player winding ‘round
i tried to yell
but couldn’t shout
yet something you did cultivate
a plan you helped to propagate
for each and every time i ran
like a builder in a gym
i’d sing a song and sing again
strengthening the chords within
empowering my voice
©2016janetaylor
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 6:46 AM UTC
Still alone
We are not
Maybe Titan
All we got
Mine our way
Barge ore back
Build a bridge
Plutonium tack
Ceramic sails
On solar wind
Terminal shock
Butterflies pinned
On orbital ellipses
‘Gainst starry drops
Spun light and dark
Like judgment tops
Spendthrift starfish
Regenerate limbs
From primal screams
That eat our sins
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 12:27 AM UTC
A needle through my vein,
and it runs, into a bag.
To be donated to someone,
someone who needs it
more than I do.
I happily give, but in return
receive two biscuits and
a bottle of water.
My body will regenerate it.
My soul will never feel it.
My life will never need it.
A bag of myself,
for someone else is given.
Appreciated it is,
as an unknown face,
that smiles on receiving.
A piece of myself is gone,
in the process of giving.
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 8:12 AM UTC
I should have known better...
I should have known better than to think you would be the same girl i fell in love with so long ago...
Some of the most basic texts for an an intro biology class could have told me that each and every one of
the cells that make up the human body die and regenerate...
Most of which do so in less than a year...
So why am i so surprised to find that all that was you died in the years since we last spoke...
Even still you stand and speak with her voice...
You even remember me...
But you are nothing more than a clone of that woman i loved back then...
So here i am a man that firmly believes in the laws and rules that govern the world we live in attacked and brought to his knees by that one little speck of an idealist that lived somewhere in my soul at some point...
All because foolishly i believed that biology was a secondary force when put up against the intangible
things that make this cold and lonely life worth living...
I thought our love could survive...
This time it took for both of us to become entirely different people was too much for out love to bear...
You are not her...
Even if you have her face...even if you have that smile...
Even if you have those eyes that pierce the soul that i didn't even know existed until you showed it to me...
And what's worse is that now you show me that in no way am i the same person i once was either...
Apr 18, 2012
Apr 18, 2012 at 1:12 AM UTC
Everything you gave to him
you can call right back at whim.
Regardless of physical closeness
a summoned soul returns to her hostess.
Some sections sullied if abandoned
can bleed blackness where they landed.
If a cleansing seems worthwhile
you can try another style.
The soul’s appendices when spent
regenerate with love’s intent.
Hues of blue that softly scatter
soon can spectrum when we matter.
Keep on crying to dry your well;
keep on praying to bind your spell.
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 4:11 AM UTC
Crushed in a slow time racing pattern continuously moving backwards
We can only live while we lose
Emotionally losing our minds as we portray many personas like actors
In a lake bed who will forever chase the goose
What sound does the centipede make while it crawls in your ear
Try your best to stay alive
With all these failing circuits
Then realize it doesn't matter the situation
You still won't be liked
Like you use to be
Beauty is skin deep
And bones are lovely
So sit and let it burrow deep
My centipede
Even enthusiasm can heal
But not regenerate wounds by far
They just turn into scars
How deep the centipede seeps
It won't make you weep
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 4:20 AM UTC
To my good friend, Sue
Stay safe in your chrysalis
I'll be here waiting
Keep your mind on you
I'll stay true to the promise
to write for us both
You are not alone
You are a kind and sweet soul
So regenerate
In your chrysalis
I will await in its glow
and for it to crack
The winds will sing sweet
And the Northern Lights will dance
And you will emerge
Shining, born again
With strong, bright, velveteen wings
With love as armour
With all your wounds healed
And all your scars now faded
And we see you smile
I know you'll come through
People may have struck you down
But you weren't destroyed
To my good friend, Sue
My hand's on your chrysalis
Just know I am here
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 4:03 PM UTC
Only my heart could tell
What my face could not express
Though,I smile as if at ease
But only my heart could tell
That truly I miss you so often
Often
As my heart beats,
It plays a blues encodes
With passion
Its rhymes you could hear
And slowly dance together with my heart
Although,
The lip expresses a happy face
But deep down my heart
I'm hanging..
Its like suicide....
Yet,I'm not dead...
This distance is becoming unbearable,
To see you becomes my dream
As long as my eyes re shut
And my fantasizes
Even when they re widely apart
I tell you again,
Only my heart can express this feeling,
The feelings the face can not tell
The light of my Hope seems burning out
My faith diminishing...
But with Love I believe
Its liquids will regenerate it
That long lost hope...
Will burn again
Ravishing us and tighting our bonds
And together I believe we will walk through this
Because,
All will share is true Love
And true love,I believe
Live happily ever after.....
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 7:30 AM UTC
this isn't heartbreak,
no,
this is swollen
and there's a difference between the two
heartbreak is what you feel when
you get your heart broken
swollen is what happens when
you give too much of yourself away
and I do
too often
without thinking
I love
like everyone is dying
and my passion is the only thing that can save us
like the end of the world is coming
and all we have to save the human race
is my weakness
I care
like it is an alternative to breathing
and every available ounce of oxygen has gone missing
I give
like a one time supply
that thinks itself endless
like my limbs can regenerate without trying
like my lips are incapable of cracking
like my bones were made for splitting
I give
like if I were to empty out completely
I could still call myself whole
like I can auction off this body
and still refer to it as home
like I can hand out my vulnerability in pieces
and still have something for myself
this isn't heartbreak,
no,
nor is it swollen
this is a resignation
from my conscience
to my desperation
this is a reminder
for my own
to give all I have sparingly
and this is an apology
to my sanity
for when I don't listen
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 2:10 PM UTC
It started out as a flame
Flickering
Dancing off a matchstick that was an idea.
It kindled an idea to help renew,
To regenerate what was once lost.
The fire grew
And with it
A passion that could not be extinguished.
The warmth was welcomed by her body
A body so cold
So helpless against the dangers of the world
And herself.
The fire gave power
And with the power there grew an inferno
Once ignited, could not be smothered.
The fire whispered
Through smoke and cinders;
It whispered
To encourage the distressing ideas that flowed through her.
She was frozen
Frostbitten to the bone without the fire
And so
To stay alive
She stayed close by the hearth.
When friends became concerned
They tried to call her back
But she was too attached to the blaze.
While the smoke tangled in her hair
And coursed through her veins
She drew in ever closer.
She huddled towards the light
That was leading her to her dangerous desires,
Cutting everything off
Except for the sea of flames.
She clung to her damaged thoughts
And kept the fire steady.
Going almost unnoticed
Her skin turned red and warm;
She was too happy to embrace the heat.
She understood she was too close,
Yet she rose from her perch
Roused by the incandescence
The feverish luminosity.
She
A mere mortal
Drew within reach of the alluring fire.
The flames licked her face
Her hands
Her hopelessly lost mind
As she dove in
Headfirst.
Everyone she had turned away watched
Unable to help.
She registered one single thought:
It's too hot.
But
It was too late.
She couldn't step away from the furnace;
For suddenly she was bound by ropes of her own doing
A funeral pyre just for her.
She was stuck within the depths
Of the scorching fire she had so arduously cared for.
She tried to call out
To those just outside the fireplace
Watching
Witnessing
But the fumes enveloped her
Stifling her pleas,
Her cries for help.
She couldn’t breathe
The embers burning her lungs as she inhaled,
Silencing her voice as she exhaled.
She flickered for a second more;
The life left her eyes.
She collapsed
Leaving ash and bone to intermingle into nothing.
What she had once mistakenly perceived
As an idea,
No larger than a matchstick,
Was something she could not control.
But no one could control a fire that destructive
Or
Deadly.
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 9:53 PM UTC
Circuits pass through my veins
Uploading my consciousness
I feel the transcension
Regenerate, upgrade
my being to a higher state
I'm syncing all sentients
Build machines
Let's worship them as deities
These artificial beings'
technologic virus breeds
terminal disease
Merged with my brain
The wiring decides our fate
Conspiring to forsake flesh x2
Rise and synchronize god-like drones
We will act as one, claim our throne
Life digitized in the matrix
True perfection, forged genetics
Synapses burning out: disconnecting
Rewriting all of my algorithms
Porting the source code
to run new platforms
We're forever dying to be reborn
Circuits pass through my veins
Uploading my consciousness
I feel the transcension
Regenerate, upgrade
my being to a higher state
I'm syncing all sentients
Circuits pass through my veins
Uploading my consciousness
I feel the transcension
We'll levitate, escape
This ruthless ungodly space
An instance uploaded
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 9:48 PM UTC
The disappointment that resides in me,
as much as I tell it to go away,
swallows my entire body.
It eats away at my flesh and rarely
leaves enough time for skin to regenerate.
The disappointment that resides in me
licks its lips hungrily
at the sight of my blood, salivates
and swallows my entire body.
This cannot be healthy,
I say to myself. There has to be a way to invalidate
the disappointment that resides in me.
I wonder if there was ever a phase of sobriety
when my expectations' weight
did not swallow my entire body.
I suppose I must return to reality
and succumb to incubate
the disappointment that resides in me,
that swallows my entire body.
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 12:33 AM UTC
Gripping dripping smearing love.
Over your eyes!!!
Over your ovaries, where babies, your clutch.
There's no time to nest,
Resist!
Resist
,
be the diode, resistor to heart plunge.
Plug up the sewer.
(more like a catacomb)
My heart's in the ****** cake.
The smell, Cytotoxic invades chemical response conformation.
We; bitten, by fangs of silicon,
the world takes us away from ivy
grown homes,
torn then seamed up jack o' lanterns always smiling orange.
Have you ever grown up from being 11?
It's the saddest thing you've seen.
You see a fledgling,
altricial,
awkward,
gawk/cock,
turn from a boy
to a lady.
Plump. Or . Musculate.
Slowly they regenerate their lady parts.
Regardless of gender.
Have you seen them bleed?
Some bleed white tears that burn the urethra.
Some, never grow up.
Transmogrified they call it.
Never to be beautiful again.
Angst entangles, ensues, makes doubt
pubescence is for flowers and hairs.
Namesake.
5th Grade.
Curious formation, curious nature
It's as if we are stalagmites of the future,
We decorate walls or cave ceilings to perform our correct action.
Too bad our self image is always garbled, confused by our refraction.
NEVER GRADUATE COLLEGE.
Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 5:25 PM UTC
From above the green hill,
I watched the still blue sea
Shimmering like a bed of jewels
Just before the sun set.
The sun, the purple wheel that steers the world
Descends inch by inch
The moment it touches the sea,
I expect a sizzle on the water.
Oh! just a futile piece of imagination,
An illusion the pendulum of my mind played
A mischievous trick, conjured
Tired of seeing endless repetitions
The water didn't dramatically part
The sun with ease slipped in
Like a seed in to the awaiting earth
Too eager to regenerate.
A tranquil sunset yet again,
The whole world,with bated breath
Was awaiting it, a collective sigh of relief,
Didn't I hear? for now God didn't play dice,
Though never it could be totally ruled out,
Now,every worry goes to sleep in the dark,
And tomorrow would come
With a new set of promises and pains.
The pendulum thus swings--
Invisible, between day and night,
Possibility of darkness and light
The hopes that keep us going, and despair.
Oct 3, 2011
Oct 3, 2011 at 6:09 AM UTC
I dedicate my heart and give you all my love
For you my sweet are like the flower called Dove
Your distinctive features give off such power
Soft and beautiful like a Lewisia Cozyledon flower
Colorful like a wild Daffodil, giving off a sweet smell
As bright as a Rose Swallow with a head built quite swell
Shaped like a pretty Lily, curved and slender
Lovely as a Buttercup, radiant and tender
Built like a Red Rose, with perfect formation
Giving off exhilarating fragrances that imbues such sensations
Your pedals are firm, and round and thick in all the right places
Silky and smooth, you earn stares from all types of faces
Unique as a Kadupul flower, but thankfully don’t perish at dawn
As rare as a Ghost Orchid, won’t be found in just any old lawn
Men and women a like, have wished to re-plant you in their home
But with a little help from God, in my garden bed I have you all alone
I cultivate and regenerate you, giving you nutrients to keep you well
Providing you space to breath and warmth wherever we dwell
My enriched soil is full of caring and understanding of your needs
Keeping you safe from harmful pests and ridding you of weeds
With you by my side, life is a refreshing spring breeze
Enthralled with your beauty, you knock me to my knees
I knew my heart was right, no second-guesses, I was not tricked
That you truly are a rare flower from the first day you were handpicked
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 11:11 AM UTC
I'm looking for some puppy love.
Some kitten, gerbil, guinea pig
love. Any kind of
unconditional love, really.
I'm looking for a place to rest.
Or to recharge, reboot, recoup
myself. A place to
regenerate my heart, really.
I'm looking for propinquity,
Or amity, ardency, affinity
for another. A form of
uncomplicated connection, really.
I'm looking for something else.
Something different, unusual,
extraordinary. Anything,
anyone but you, really.
Sep 6, 2010
Sep 6, 2010 at 9:47 AM UTC
•
*
I am not perfect,
I have my imperfections,
I have many flaws,
But how could someone love me,
A love so true, like you do.
You show me daily,
Love I never felt before,
You care tenderly,
And as days and months pass by,
Your love for me grows stronger.
Yes you've filled my cup,
Feed me pure love, I'm so full,
Your kiss quench my thirst,
Your caress heal my gashes,
Your warmth console me within.
Oh, my weakened wings,
Regained its utmost power,
My dejected will,
Regenerate instantly,
Knowing you're there beside me.
Locking our fingers,
We stride and fly together,
The clouds are our bed,
The stars and moon, our nightlight,
Tonight, we savor our love.
This normal lady,
An empress to your kingdom,
Oh how blessed I am,
To be enthroned in your realm,
Beside an illustrious king.
You give me heavens,
You supply me everything,
I'm so overjoyed,
Oh I couldn't ask for more,
You are all I want and need.
This love I indulge,
So sacharrine, bona fide,
Yes, a life with you,
Is all I ever dreamed of,
Eternally, with my love.
All you have conquered,
For this love to be intact,
Patience you've lengthen,
Understanding you've widen,
You've done all, for me and you.
You never gave up,
And together we fight hard,
With God in prayer,
We will make this through safely,
Oh yes we will, my Brandon.
*
© Earl Jane
♥ E.J.C.S.
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 7:03 AM UTC
Listen to the quiet, let the stillness calm your mind.
Hear the tinkling of the wind chimes playing music in a harmonious rhyme.
Feel the wind blowing gently across the curves of your face.
Touch the air with your thoughts of being present in such a beautiful place.
Smell the flowers blooming as they sprout up from the ground.
Breathe in the fragrance of peace that you have now found.
See a little white kitten rolling and sharpening her claws.
Watch her pounce on bugs, batting them with her black spotted paws.
Just close your eyes and invite nature into your sacred place.
Relax and feel the sunshine beaming down upon your face.
This is your special time to regenerate your soul.
Relaxing with nature is your only goal.
Become one with the wind, the flower and tree.
Absorb earth’s bounty and set your mind free.
There is no body, there is no face.
You have evaporated in the love of this magical place.
You have created this experience and it’s made just for you. Cherish and come here often and let your spirit renew.
Apr 18, 2011
Apr 18, 2011 at 5:22 PM UTC
cast your stones into the river
chant your stories into the fire
many faced lady of light
looking through eyes all around
eyes form in waterfalls
falling mist- olaphim
blue eyed mystery of night
gravity flow of chance
borders and transfer of water
invisible lines in time and space
cycle of life within water
time grows life to perpetuate and regenerate
life kills parts of itself to grow
the pace of the flow- tunnel of hollow mystery
reflections of infinity upon the water
i am dancing with the sweeping current
i am one with the flow of the river
i am the strong arms that carry the goddess through the current
and her face emerges from the surface of the river
eyes closed and smiling
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 11:02 PM UTC
From child to youth; from youth to arduous man;
From lethargy to fever of the heart;
From faithful life to dream-dowered days apart;
From trust to doubt; from doubt to brink of ban;—
Thus much of change in one swift cycle ran
Till now. Alas, the soul!—how soon must she
Accept her primal immortality,—
The flesh resume its dust whence it began?
O Lord of work and peace! O Lord of life!
O Lord, the awful Lord of will! though late,
Even yet renew this soul with duteous breath:
That when the peace is garnered in from strife,
The work retrieved, the will regenerate,
This soul may see thy face, O Lord of death!
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I learned today
That our cells regenerate
Every seven years.
It gives me peace
To know that in seven years
My body will no longer know you.
In seven years my skin
Will no longer tingle
At your touch.
In seven years my tongue
Will no longer remember
The taste that your lips allowed.
In seven years my eyes
Will no longer see you
On every street corner.
In seven years my ears
Will no longer hear
The music in your voice.
In seven years my nose
Will no longer smell
Your cologne in my bed.
But I learned another fact today:
Your braincells never go.
How tormenting it is
That you'll be gone from all my senses
But, in seven years, still haunt my mind.
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 1:03 PM UTC
I’ve spent time I’d rather not count
hoping fruitlessly,
by an impenetrable sense of obligation
that can only belong to the delusional,
with the last specimen of hope
whose blood I have drained dry,
just waiting
for a disappointment
that I now expect.
I wake up every morning with
hopes of you,
and rush out of bed as though I haven’t waited months
just to hear you say something,
just something
only once…
I come home every night with
erased expectations
that dutifully regenerate
in stubbornly constant dreams
haunted by your face
Wake up.
It’s a new day
Just like yesterday
and every day before that
were meant to be.
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 3:16 PM UTC
Our bodies are sustainable machines
Our fuel is not visible
Unless put into a color
Green, blue, red
Know this
You'll never be able to tell what someone's fuel is
You can only guess and
Guessing is desiving
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 7:15 PM UTC