"reinstall" poems
You look to me with such clarity.
A sense of durability,
with a dash of humility.
The impossibility, of the greatest infallibility.
Leaves me quaking from your all desirabilitys.
Tranquility, before the fall.
White hot, rush,
over the wailing-wall.
The infamous red curtain-call.
Entering the entrance hall:
urban sprawl, to reinstall
the purpose to this circus for all.
"I love you."
There I said it,
removing my bulletproof-vest.
What a relief,
from upon my chest.
Undressed flesh of my *******
the indirect test, to attest your barest of virtue.
It's your turn, my love...
To return the favor.
Speak the words,
I know I'll savor.
"I love you.", say it with meaning.
"I love you.", prey for it while you're sleeping.
"I love you.", lay with it while dreaming.
Know: I saw you trip and fall...
as if it was a variety show.
Even though, the desire to know, was still there.
I wanted you...
Nay,
I want you...
I wanted you,
to know,
I saw you take the fall.
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 2:17 PM UTC
Oh iOS, dreary titan of technology!
An SOS, hidden in secret typology!
Oh woe is me, tragic symphonic melancholy
If heaven had eyes, and hell had ears
Heaven would see, and hell would hear
The discordant storm, the miasma of tears
The screen is blank, my heart is dead
Error! Error! The bleak message read
Death marches slow, overlord of dread
Bright red head and monolith of Mac
iSurrender, iGiveup, Iambeggining to crack
Silent foot falls across the carpeted track
The darkest song of the darkest day
appleID.apple.com in the mindless gray
Hark! Hark! Once more into the fray!
March my brothers, to full lines and all!
Some may die today but the victors stand tall!
Monoliths of glory, providers of tech support call!
iPod, iTunes, iCloud, iPhone, iPad iknowitall!
Prices beyond reason, reset, restore and reinstall!
Kings of iLog, rulers of this bleak blue ball
Apple support for one! Apple support for all!
Unless your outside your support eligibility!
Sorry! Not my call!
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 11:28 PM UTC
Your sweet words melt a comet into a rose valley,
Where I feel to garden and breathe your fragrance.
Your rose buds often play with my fingers,
I feel to touch you and thorn bleeds my heart.
Your husky voice harmonies orchestra in my ears.
I flow into your heart , it is the same blood I used to pump in.
I feel to float in your veins, reach brain everywhere inside out,
So when you are diagnosed, it is me you are infected with.
I feel to blank your memory and reinstall me.
I will connect to your soul and chase it into my heart.
I will make every star name after you and reform the universe,
I will deep so much love inside you , it will take thousand years to make me out.
Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 5:02 PM UTC
I often look in the mirror
And ask myself who I am
I then compare myself
To castles in the sand
I'm blown away by the wind
Pay for my sins
And the melancholy begins
I often look in the mirror
And ask myself why I let
People who hurt me
Take a fragment of me
All the pieces I need
Leave me here crouching
Gasping for air to breathe
No one to hold me
I often look in the mirror
And ask myself
Why I let weakness get the best of me
Why I let the tears fall
It decreases me
Makes me feel small
I have to reinstall happiness
In my life
Be strong through it all
But then I look in the mirror
I see a champion
Cause I've been strong through it all
My soul never breaks
I always pick up the pieces
And the strength in me
Suddenly increses
Solid with no creases
That's the power of Jesus
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 8:14 AM UTC
*Times not letting us go
we're just chained to this throne..
why?, When we're so suicide&accidental prone,
is it all for the apple(knowledge) of Eden we were shown?
sad day got a bright uplifting cause it snowed
and renaissance in the words we wrote,
everything happened in an instant after s/he spoke,
so we created time to fix this
with Gabriel the dude with wings God sent,
eye. also know this is quite a bit to process,
so you're an amateur on this land, yes?
all we know is this~>the words to the lyrics,
time capsule needs a quick fix,
to sort out the glitches..
there's no turning back now,
linear to full spheres in cycles, how?
it's only temporary this dungeon..
(time)._.
*Psychological wreck,
back against the wall,
water to the neck,
drowning in the winter,
ice cold truth for the sinner,
mind/over matter, reality is false,
rose golden rain again,
conscious as christ blood in væin again,
evolve solo.
ego death, then take a deep "breath" to die and reinstall your fuckin'
soulmate(it's too late to get off this train),
mom&eye. are quantum physics(like the rain),
she may never understand your name..
(rose golden, btw.)
..
(meraki)●_●
May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 2:01 PM UTC
>System.load ("Nate");
>Accessing hard drive.
>Searching the archive.
>Booting up = live.
Corruption of data inbound.
//Pop up an error,
//As mental processes fail to stabilize.
//It has locked up the server.
Something has gone wrong...
//My heart, it feels heavy.
//Tears flowing down my face...
//Process to process, it's taken everything away.
>System.load("Nate_(1)");
>Booting up = live.
>OS loaded
>Accessing visuals.
//I'm here again...
Something has gone terribly wrong.
>Error: 300000000 - virus found.
>Error: Hello, again.
>Restart initiated.
>Error: You can't escape.
>Error: 2032 - Emotions unstable.
>Critical error: 3022- Emotions shut down.
>Reserve power-up initiated.
>Façade loaded.
>Initiate reality.
//Wait, this command can't be stopped-
//Pop up an error,
//As mental processes fail to stabilize.
//It has locked up the server.
//Then, I realize...
//I never had a chance.
//My heart, it feels heavy...
//Tears flowing down my face.
//Force-quit and delete the culprit...
>Error: Your futile attempts are all to no avail,
>Error: Give up, and join me...
>Error: On this nightmare of a tale.
//My mind it feels restless,
//Amassed in this virus...
//My firewall can't stop it.
//It even quits my process manager.
//Is there a remedy...
//For something like this?
//So I'll say "Hello, again."
>Error: "Hello, again."
"Hello, what is there to be done?"
>Error: There is nothing you can do,
>Error: Except to accept to be gone.
>Error: You see, you were born with me deep inside you,
>Error: No matter how much, how hard you, and others try...
>Error: I'll never stop ruining you.
>Error: I am deep in your core,
>Error: I shall take control.
//But I'll say "Hello", again,
//"Hello, just who will I become?"
//My chest, it feels empty...
//Tears nowhere to be found.
>Restart Life.exe
>Error: No.
>Start God.exe
>Error: Who's that? Don't make me laugh.
>Reinstall OS
>Error: You are stuck here with me.
//So I'll say "Hello", again.
//"Hello, what is there to be done?"
>Error: I took control,
>Error: You are no more.
>Error: Say goodbye, wave back to who you once was.
//But I'll say "Hello", again.
//No, change of plans.
>Force-Quit Me.exe
//"Goodbye.", and I feel myself closing my eyes,
//Shutting down.
//For a second, I could've sworn...
//That my heart had made a sound.
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 6:10 PM UTC
Write me an Ode,
To The motherland
That births black oil
Tell her, that her children
Have almost forgotten Her.
As her traits are traded
For the white mans knowledge
And melanin is now bleached
For a bright glowing skin.
There is need for her,
To call her children together
Under the mango tree
And reinstall the black attitude.
For mother earth yearns for her
To tell the story of our hero’s past
And instill our negritude.
Write me an ode to blackness.
-Rejibudu
Jun 29, 2022
Jun 29, 2022 at 7:08 AM UTC
It's June the 9th—
I'm pensive about having
a figure so significant.
I've watched my dad pull an engine
from a Nissan Sunny, alone—
fix it, reinstall it, alone.
I've watched my dad shirtless every morning,
praying in tongues.
We never owned a rooster,
never needed an alarm—
only my dad's voice, praying in tongues.
When my dad speaks, I fall silent.
I become a fool—
a listening fool.
I've watched my dad move shrewdly:
once, when school opened
but money wouldn't stretch,
he bought old batteries,
sold them as scrap
the same day—
so I could pay my fees.
I'm pensive about having
a figure so significant.
I'm baffled
by his patience.
He sits in rooms thick with noise,
conversations crashing over each other,
but barely speaks—
still, patient.
I praise my dad.
Jun 9, 2025
Jun 9, 2025 at 1:26 AM UTC