"reiteration" poems
After I graduated, I thought about two things,
I’m certified, I am now apart of “the people”,
(And)
All I have to do is make a choice and I’ll find success,
Gave it my best, “no test?”; I had to teach,
No stress, I had to be,
The O next to the V,
The ego; “which is me”
(Wait)
V+V=4, it’s a six thing; you know love without the zeas,
But with the zeal; well; Overcoming Variables was never a test,
-Or a problem; I speak geometry, I took 2D, made it 3D, and that was simultaneously; how could I not be the best…
(What is a, reiteration?)
Two lovers, Zodiac signs,
Balanced is equivalent to love,
Be here, focus on now,
Now look up the meaning of dove…
If you think linear, you saw the O next to the V,
If you think like me, you saw the six steps in between,
I had to put my ego beside me or else I couldn’t teach,
That only happened because I met a woman who was a reflection of me,
It literally was a zodiac thing, that type of thing sparked protection with/in me;
There’s no uncertainty in my reality; I’m certainly certain,
I don’t see nature Changing,
I see people Loopin,
“Why” the (people) Shooting;
Their mind: This isn’t Workin;
Knowing for a fact; the solution occurs during the attempt; in working,
(Cliff Swallow); People Symbolism;
Outcome, United is; if chirping…
Well… I’m just saying (it) worked,
Because I no longer have belief; I’m a knower,
I mastered Mind, no need to grow up,
Please don’t say –“show us the-”-because the waves not for us,
If for is four, I’m removing it; not us;
Notice; Not Only That, Us…
It’s time to meditate,
Breathe and wait;
Losing all my words; like I had no say,
I’ve been a wave cause I flow with waaaves,
Change is who I am… I’ll reiterate;
By 7th grade,
I was late,
Happiness was mad; I had to elevate,
When I graduate (-ed),
Thought: “I couldn’t make “it””
Happiness was sad; that’s why I elevated,
Didn’t have a voice; that’s why I hesitated,
Now I have no voice because I -
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 9:07 PM UTC
Fascination
Fixation
Temptation
Anticipation
Sensation
Confirmation
Vibration
Elation
Relation
Acceleration
Exploration
Complication
Aggravation
Suffocation
Altercation
Termination
Devastation
Annihilation
Transformation
Rejuvenation
Reiteration
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 3:08 AM UTC
Ambitious Girl:
Consider this my reiteration.
I wanna read your books, and not just your looks.
Knowing what you look like ; I wanna be in your space - but not so much that I interfere with your education.
Let me say this,
Congratulations on being the very best you could ever be.
Putting priorities over everything, Miss couldn't get that coach cause tuition was due.
& sallie was nagging for a payback.
Sallie was nagging for a payback.
And you paid that, plus tax.
Miss made so many friends stepping with the sisters.
whatever it is, I hope you pledge an existence that'll make your existence, persistent.
Forever my queen, say you're listening...
Look, I'm still talking .
You love school but you're sick of Sally maybes .
No *** , you're the lucky one because all your friends have babies.
And you ain't slept , up thinking , tomorrow's that big test .
Few of your friends stripping you don't judge em' though.
You're insecure with your body so you like "forget it yo!"
So, I put you on that pedestal,
Girl I'm just saying your work ethic makes you edible.
Me a freak? That's something that they will never know.
Look, you're something they can never see;
You overpower anything them other girls could ever be.
Go ahead and prepare for class, hit me when you finish up.
It's never too late, we'll celebrate soon as the grades come.
Shout to them girls in the club with no relations between their professors .
Yes sir, I propose a toast to them girls - that you offer them ones but they never let you.
I love your ambition.
Okay, shout out to them 4.0s and even 2.5s ; who signed up & failed but say "whatever , I tried."
It's nothing to deny for having a strong mind, I'll make sure to keep you in mind.
You're still someone I can ride with; dress up & get fly with.
It's still something you provide , you never hide , that makes me wanna get inside .
Look, ambition will define you, never worry about them hating chicks that wish to be just like you.
My goal is to serenade you everyday with these verses until you no longer insecure, obscure and hurting .
They gon know you;
Chasing your dreams, instead of chasing what's in a dudes' jeans.
And God blessed me with a lot of patience , but I ain't had none in a while - I need your AS(S)pirations .
I love your aspirations!
Ambitious Girl...
Fourth generation.
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 11:15 AM UTC
We sit in silence,
backs crooked,
the couches' cushions caving in.
The weight of passing hours
and minuettes alleviating thinking
in a miscellaneous metronome
ticking to bring time to a heaving chest.
Stay calm,
the pain of realignment will pass.
Burdensome they may be,
burgeoning wings will free you of...
Pressure collapsing this cage,
walls torn from studs,
leaving only this skeleton
surrounding us as we find delirium
the backbone of convulsing lungs watched,
earthquake mute laughter marring the faces
with jagged faults.
The cost of cracking,
we must accept the scarring permanent.
Breaks unplanned infirmities,
alone, our time line disrupted itself
and the heavens came,
tumbling down.
In silence,
we lay, arms barring
our escaping words.
Eyes overstep boundaries,
slipping through the gaps,
a second moment of
clarification fractures restraints
whilst beguiling brainstorms
sparked our interest.
Our tongues meet,
shyly.
rubies placed upon your breath
slipping against molded clay.
In sapphires
you and I hold nighttime
reflections of passion
contained in coal, waiting.
Ivory runs my length,
bending to ecstasy, breathing
shallow, asynchronous, failing
to find it's end in persistence.
In night
the danger dropped us, longing
that dusty light beaming down on
the show, Act 2 is
the comedy. Off.
Parallel parabola line diamond reflections,
allow for recall with brushed fingertips,
horse hair undertones realigning smiles,
abstract the paintings of today,
of yesterday, stealing away tomorrow
in a previous reiteration of our variant
indifference.
The wings of the demon opened
in symbolic solace, fell far
across this burning emotional
harbor, aflame
in angels' suicides.
We've fallen, taken knees to grace,
whispering eulogies the waves applaud.
Sands wash away to cupped stone
palms, caressing the troubled banks lost
in time. The blood washes away,
momentary marks, brown,
stained, it passes.
Demons foreshadow.
In their shade we are seen
falling into broken arms, sinew
stitched through hearts, still healing
strength gives way.
Our tongues meet
shyly,
this reunion a mistake,
now locked, staying stilled while
attempting apologetic phrasing.
We sit in silence,
backs crooked,
blank walls and barren recounts
crashing in.
Aug 19, 2012
Aug 19, 2012 at 2:32 AM UTC
.*lex lupus / fuchs zwischen wölfe: ******* Mowglí, somehow... death to the pirate, the one-eyed... Dajjal and the "concept" of money... Tom Petty died... Wayne Static died... the media? zero coverage... so... it's not like they care.. but when they do care, i care: in order to not care.*
you do know
that if you keep pushing
the wrong buttons,
the lone wolf phenomenon,
will become a wolf pact,
a lex lupus...
you know that, don't you?
it would take 3 ****** Jihadi
terrorists to take out 71 civilians...
it takes
one lone wolf Norwegian
to take out 69 civilians...
we. are, horde...
**** your little get-together
wine parties...
i'd rather shove a shoe lodged
into a pineapple up my ***
than listen to this sort of ********
better dead,
than having to attempt a death
while. "trying"...
but wolves do not hunt in groups...
well...
some sorry ************ to howl
at the moon!
who did what?
is there any proof?
there isn't any proof?!
so... what's the argument?!
none...
so...
batman lego movie
giggles all over again?
you irritated me,
just to say this much about
falling in love
with Val Kilmer!
lone wolves...
who's who...
Mr. Speaker / Chief Whip?!
it takes about 3 Jihadis...
to **** as many people
as a "lone wolf" Norwegian...
i was just about
to mind the I.Q. test...
wolves don't hunt
outside a pact of a brigade...
wolves are the closest
associate of the velociraptor...
shove a fox among them?
52 people died from
3 Jihadi associates...
Breivik killed 77 people...
see the ratio?
wolves are not solitary
animals...
they have a pact...
foxes... foxes are solitary
creatures...
thought it was the plain said,
otherwise reiteration
of the "already" said obvious;
so no mention of Jihadi
retards?! no? nothing?!
3 Jihadists killed less people
than a single Norwegian...
oh my... oh my my...
please keep these idiots
on the beach, in the desert,
herding sheep or what not...
keep them busy engaged in
harems...
or whatever the **** they
get up to...
please... keep them away from
what is becoming a sensation of:
a boiling kettle.
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 11:44 PM UTC
The notes began to float like bubbles through the air
And I, in unprecedented wisdom, made no move
To catch them as they wound about my hair.
Excitement flowed through my feet climbing the airport stair,
Which the fresh pine and salt scents did nothing to soothe,
Nor abandoned me with a ridiculous ferry fare.
Poetry invaded the streets with contentment so bald-faced and bare;
In the hills I found my name in their Louvre.
Here, no aggression exists, only dare.
Fresh fruit, fresh fish, fresh dreams, and fresh care
Are piled high upon crates with nothing to prove
But being luminous and righteous and rare.
But wafting by richly, us mortals to ensnare,
Is a dark roasted legend, fantastically smooth,
Like the reiteration of every writer’s prayer.
It promises faithfulness and none of the despair
For which we yet remain desperate in this creative youth
That propels our souls forward until the final swear.
They say the climate’s bite is lucky, that it will take us there
And for now I’m emboldened, my old self removed.
So I guess it’s what they call a rather tricky affair,
Because on my face this place I will always wear.
Jan 27, 2011
Jan 27, 2011 at 5:41 PM UTC
I loved the honesty.
Netflix, chill then what.
I'd love to unfold you all night.
A reiteration of
Laying on our backs
No longer hesitant.
No longer ignorant.
Transcending the labels we both keep inside.
Suggesting that there's more to appearance.
Standing in the chills of liberation.
We soon were caught in
Organized noise
Lost in flims of smoke
All night long.
Shall we roll another or two.
If I told you right then whose wrong,
Two separate interpretations.
Each to send tremors of truth of what's really happened.
Netflix waits in response
Mahogany fingertips.
Intellectual stimulation.
**** I forgot errythang I was supposed to be doing.
I concur wholeheartedly with this unexpected attraction.
The television a distraction.
Current circumstances.
Thinking about you
Open invitation
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 12:13 AM UTC
I know Lonely Street.
I’ve walked its beaches,
Stared mindlessly at
Friend television.
I’ve filled afternoons
With sips of coffee.
I know all of the
Hiding places there:
Bars with cement floors,
Noisy ceiling fans;
City libraries;
Movie theaters.
There is no color
Here on Lonely Street -
Only replicas
Of houses ashen.
There is no music -
Reiteration.
I know its benches,
Where I tease pigeons
With my popcorn and
Chitter at tree rats,
Watching worlds go by,
Waiting for passage.
I know this safe place,
This sanctuary,
This holy sector,
This respite from feeling,
Where any feeling
Feels likes it's torture.
So, I hide or seek
Anonymity.
Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 5:06 PM UTC
a 2nd reiteration
listening to
dropkick murphys'
song
*i'm shipping off to
Boston*...
you ******* quasi-paddies
and Iraqi Aladdins
have ****** up "my"...
******* jukebox!
no music video ever came
with a ******* news channel
recommendation!
wankers!
sprat boilers!
brat spanking fetishists!
give me my ******* jukebox
back... you *******
toddler's little pinky
wankers off!
it's not enough that
the blood starts to boil...
my thinking becomes
all scrambled!
i turn into a Danzig hunger-strike
when i don't get
to listen to new music!
wankie ***** wankie *****
sure...
but when i **** off while
taking a **** and taking a ****
i don't make a *******
video out of it, do i?!
juggernaut... juggernaut...
juggernaut...
say it thrice like Beetlejuice...
and... well... shazam!
a rhino appears!
i'm taking prisoners...
the ones attached to the charge,
as they scream...
pretending to... "tag along".
give my jukebox back you
******* invertebrates!
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 8:14 PM UTC
The guise of a false hope warily cloaks
an unkempt soul bereft of fortitude -
stolid in the belligerent face of unnamed evil,
an aura of past opulence adulterates naive purity,
the stigma augmented by an insidious breach
of internal asylum. The vulnerability of
a soldier against oneself takes precedence
in the chasmal crusade yet to come; omniscient
intimation gives way to dour prophecies,
ambidextrous in their intricate verbosity.
Molten in the inferno of cross-interrogation,
pliable in the hands of a mortared veteran,
reiteration serves only as a gibe, a grievance
only the most foolish jester would make
before a corroding monarch. The demons
have rallied for annihilation; the starling
warbles an aria of capitulation, its notes
reverberating through the tentative sunset,
a sky of gray and orange mingling with the song
to convey an unequivocal defeat. But after every
dusk comes a period of resurrection, and from the haze
emerges a heroine unrecognizable if not for eyes
ablaze with scarred determination. She strides
with the strength of ten thousand legions, a leviathan's
courage uncovered in her still-beating heart.
The devil flees, uncomfortable in the blinding presence
of mortal accompanied by heavenly body. This -
this is redemption for armor lost, the answer
to her yearning prayers that had been barely audible over the
convulsing sobs that had swallowed her for so long.
Finally vanquished of the toxic beast that had claimed her,
she rises victorious, proclaiming amidst glory a single word -
“Checkmate.”
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 10:03 PM UTC
there are no more words to speak
she is everything, i could ever need
poetess perplex me
with complex inflections, i don’t dare speak
you utter lightly
and parts of me alight, blindly
she sings in memories,
broken symphonies
she writes in lucid dreams,
her inner meanderings
she dances in emptiness,
the space between realities
the face that nature gave her
the eyes that hold untold favors
sweet scent of honeysuckle
light is her medicine bundle
she says:
use your head to live
use your heart to be happy
firelight swimming
amidst a sacred poison
i fear nothing so i run
come be one with me
its our only itinerary
which needs no reiteration
when love is cheering you on
cherish the dance alone
forms are swiftly forming
remove the stones from your imagination
you are not too far away from home
comb the shores of our emancipation
lies are abundant in these hills
and jobs are more scarce than sheep
but its still the thrill that turns me on
you come home and wipe your feet
and leave the dirt out in the street
life is without a center really, she said
come home, i've made you something warm to eat
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 2:06 PM UTC
photo-sensitivity of touch devices
(notably a samsung tablet)
translated via a differential
content encoding...
i.e. expose a touch-screen to
excessive heat,
via, such as this godforsaken
intake of sunlight in
england...
and all the verbal / commentary
videos?
start jittering,
breaking-up...
not exactly punk:
as in - scratched transmission,
but cyber- "funk"...
music videos?
clear transmission,
no "vinyl scratching" interludes,
no instance of a rough
coughing edit...
mind you...
did you know that if you encode
a scratched CD into mp4 format,
and load it into an iPod
the iPod translates a hardware
fault?
yeah... the ****** thing
breaks down!
starts getting the "jitters"...
as if an auto-censor stuttering...
do the same with an mp3 device...
no problem...
it's that sort of observation akin
to playing the Sims,
and using the VR puppet to
play the computer...
while you're playing the computer:
that's how i got out of the game...
wormhole weirdness...
but a scratched CD translated into
a mp4 device will break -
mind-boggling!
just like apple computers are
immune to trojan viruses (etc.) -
iPods didn't seem to have the same
immunity when you followed protocol
of copyright,
i.e. buy a CD, and translating it into
the mp4 format...
reiteration:
a scratched CD encoded into mp4
will break the device...
in mp3 you can actually hear
the scratch-jump across a music track...
but the device continues
to function...
same with touch-sensitive devices...
expose it to too much sunlight
and all pure-verbum (talking)
videos begin to unfold
as is DJ sensitive -
scratched, jittering...
but a music video?
plays out without a single "paradoxical"
indentation.
oh hell, apple ios great...
but no one really gave an example how
faulty hardware (scratched CD) translates
into a faulty device (a "stuttering" iPod)...
which is basically a generic
standard computer virus -
default software a priori:
an "original sin":
the "no man's land" of thesis and
antithesis -
the parenthesis -
perhaps even the supreme (sic) example...
but it's "out there": this mp4 format
of translating hardware...
the software inherently
copies one fault (scratched CD)
into another ****** up iPod).
to be honest, i was only going to write
the following, entitled (ode to my ex):
every **********
i've ever met
was 100 times
more responsible
about
getting pregnant;
i've imagined
prisons with less
shackles
and far better
excuses
to: "settle down" with a man;
i'm no more a monkey
than she is a mantis.
Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 7:03 AM UTC
'Education' these days
Is about 'pure' information
And by information
I mean presenting facts verbatim
And by pure i mean it's taken
As truth with no contemplation
That behind all this initiation
Is nothing more than total indoctrination
Into cookie-cutter patriotic nations
I mean even the word information
Is unsettling with reiteration
Think of it
like this
Information
In-formation
IN. FORMATION.
Conspiracy? Could be.
Though that is another story.
For now lets call it coincidental consideration.
To keep in mind what's lacking
In a cold calculated system of education
I ask you and i beg
Where's the social validation
That everyone is different
In the way they treat a situation
That people are so vast and varied when it comes to inspiration
And still we wonder why kids in school
Get bullied, beaten and mistaken
Treated by their peers as some kind of social retardation
By other young minds bored and rampart with frustration
From a system failing day by day
Generation by generation
I mean is it no surprise from a society with a hellebent fixation
Upon competition
Survival of fittest
And human exploitation?
Of mantra screaming profit, selfishness, and lack of real cooperation
Nature over nurture and people under nations
That leave us standing divided and alone amongst as sea of potential collaboration?
And yet we're told to sing our anthems of patriotic proclamations
That we live in lands of freedom, justice, love and consideration.
So please believe me when i see
Your sense of self worth and participation
As something lacking emergent notions
When it's simply in-formation
What we need is real change via total non-cooperation
And to rest assured that our minds, and our childrens mind, and future generations
Are part of real solutions
And also full of inspiration
To take hold of our own thoughts
And redefine the importance
Of something we've all lost
Called self education
So please don't simply repeat after me
Don't seek my words as your savior or salvation
Just find your version of what it means to simply be
And forget what others see
As being in-formation
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 8:02 PM UTC
I. nope.
II.
long-windedness verbosity
diffuseness prolixity
wordiness rambling
circuity discursiveness
redundancy tautology
tediousness verbiage
verboseness length
longevity permanence
garrulity windiness
volubility circumlocution
expansiveness babbling
periphrasis gushing
blathering protractedness
waffling lengthiness
iteration repetition
prating prattling
jabbering digressiveness
dreariness tedium
deadliness wandering
repetitiousness repetitiveness
pleonasm convolution
logorrhoea boringness
maundering superfluity
duplication tiresomeness
monotony reiteration
gabbiness informality
mouthiness diffusion
logorrhea wordage
blah-blah dryness
dullness boredom
sameness loquaciousness
talkativeness loquacity
freeness orotundity
roundaboutness breadth
gobbledegook gassiness
wittering multiloquence
perissology big mouth
gift of the gab garrulousness
staleness tallness
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 9:38 AM UTC
There is something to be said about an unknown poet-
a poet who goes without recognition
who needs no reassurance
no compliments
One who writes to get thoughts out in the open
instead of likes on a page
because lord knows
all teenagers have the knowledge
scratch that
think they have the knowledge to sit
and whip out the most depressing
cynical
critical
let us not forget pitiful
poem
about how hard their life is
---
well guess what
I'm here to write about issues
like what's wrong with education
and trying not to go through the acts of reiteration
Making it known to the world how incredibly fucked society is
so please excuse me when I think that writing about how hard your life is
with a roof over your head
A meal on a plate
a life where your home holds no hate
is fake
please tell me about how you can't catch a break
about how life is so very unfair
who the hell cares
because that girl you sit next to in home room
goes home to no room
leaves school to nothing
Please don't say you're hurting
when you have friends to comfort you
because that boy sitting alone at lunch
will never have a clue
what it feels like to be listened to
because no one can hear him
over the judgements on his clothes
believe me
the hurt of his face shows
So don't sit there and tell me you know what it's like to be alone
when really you know what it's like to be-
dramatic
You know nothing but the
woe is me
It's time you see
It's time to be
real
It's time to write about something real
write about how this world makes you feel
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 3:16 PM UTC
There isn't enough time in the day to reiterate what I have said before.
My words would be as long as the circumference of the milky way
But like the center of milky way, its too distant so its unheard.
I acknowledge that this poem is a ripple of the former ripple which was a former ripple of the byproduct of heartache but its creation, this reiteration is all I have left.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 1:01 PM UTC
Hypocritical catastrophe,
Irreverent duplicity,
Luminarial ludiocrity,
Nonsensical impetuosity.
Flippy floppy, slippy sloppy,
Blamey gamey, shame, shame, shame.
Constitutional incongruity,
Jesuitical dictatoriality,
Oxymoronic partiality,
Nepotistic surreality.
Materialistic abnormality,
Monetaristic conviviality ,
Ritualistic mediocrity,
Histrionic philanthropy.
Gotten rotten, misbegotten
Seldom truthful, lie, lie, lie.
Misdirection genuflection,
Malefaction justification,
Incarceration implication,
Resignation profliferation.
Prevarication reiteration,
Damnation indication,
Malefaction direction
Undetected discretion.
Flippy floppy, slippy sloppy,
Blamey gamey, shame, shame, shame.
Gotten rotten, misbegotten
Seldom truthful, lie, lie, lie.
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 3:49 PM UTC
oh... the Irish are about to boast
making violence a fetishh?!
hello! eastern Europe!
why didn't you allow
Ukraine into the union?!
why?
******
why didn't you?!
ha ha!
the Irish!
the Irish mafia!
let's get grizzly!
i'm...
itching!
huh?
didn't you hear me?!
i said:
that i'm itchy! / i hate reiteration,
or attempting
to stutter...
i'm itchy!
you didn't hear me the first
time round,
you didn't hear me at all!
i said...
i'm itchy...
it itching
to lay a lover's clover
on a pucker's worth
of a cheek,
that i want to...
blush!
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 11:53 PM UTC
/ o'keefe music foundation's
kids cover 46 & 2 by tool...
just a reiteration of
the bass guitar...
subtle weaver of rhythm -
at first signature,
pronounced -
suddenly deviating into
a murmur,
allowing drums and rhythm
guitar
a play on the ears...
then deviating again:
playing hide & seek within
the confines of other instruments...
and then merging with drums
in synch. making
it undeniably: "lost"...
and then re-appearing again,
lost in every crescendo
that's not exactly a crescendo,
but a chorus...
and then back into
the verse, or rhythm section,
and then the bass re-appearing
once more...
****
26+ years in england,
and, could this be my first encounter
with an englishwoman?
that stealth quasi-whore
**** cockney accent in these
outskirts of exaggerated london?!
26+ years, or 25+
if you count a crush on samantha,
curly burnt blonde,
or danielle...
screaming after me:
run rabbit! run!
i'm such a heartbreak when it
comes to the littlest of expressions
of affection...
the more fleeting the expression
the more i remind myself
to take root...
but 26+ years to be
given affection by an englishwoman?!
katie has been, only the 2nd woman
in some dire need to play with
my beard...
alas, the first was my
grandmother...
so what the **** was i doing
for the past 26+ years...
when all that **** was happening
in rotherham?!
huh?!
oh... right...
i'm not actually english -
but sure as **** i'll not
(a) deviate from perfecting this tongue,
and
(b) nie zapomne tego, z którym
sie urodziłem.
p.s.
there actually are orthographic
jokes when it comes to polish graffiti.
tug a goat by the beard...
tug a goat by the beard...
a beard?
it's like ***** hair, but on your face!
ah katie katie...
your skin as the gallery
of tattoos...
the three **** ribbons
intimidating french tights...
that enveloping eye in
high detail...
those chemical puddle
coloured fish scales on your
left arm's tip of hiding
the shoulder, and blade...
26+ years for this sort
of conversation?!
**** me... what was i doing not
"finishing up" in rotherham?!
i guess constant
copper, is not worth the brighton
tan...
ah katie katie katie...
catherine, my dear...
look at how much you
gave, and how little i have
to reply with.
Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 11:28 PM UTC
How long will you stay uninterested?
In this relationship like me, even you have invested.
My idea of intimacy is based on my lifelong emptiness.
Have you too felt the pangs of loneliness?
How long have I been lonely in this world?
Well, essentially since my lonely & difficult childhood.
And now you might ask me another counter question.
If I had my parents along, why this notion?
Now, tell me, is having parents sufficient?
Surely, we need siblings, friends, and a joint family.
Grandparents help you endure the pangs of loneliness.
Dear, have you ever been directionless?
I grew up without their guidance,
All I had were my busy parents.
How can you judge me based on your experiences?
Come to my world, but take your time to assess.
You say that you chose me as you hope maturity,
But now you know that I'm impulsive like you.
I rhyme a lot,
I whine a little.
I write a lot,
I speak a little.
Allegorical reiteration of my story,
It keeps happening, I keep repeating.
Either you like me,
Or maybe my life.
Or maybe you don't,
Either way you're mine.
Time will bring us close,
Like you say, like you say.
Time will teach you how to love,
Like I express myself, so will you.
Yes, so will you,
Dead sure, so will you.
No, you won't be scared,
For my soul is more scarred.
Than my imperfect body,
My mind is more beautiful.
From my jobs,
I earn money and reputation.
I audit the Railways,
Working for the Government.
Comptroller & Auditor General of India,
My employer.
Indian Railways, the North Eastern Railway HQ,
My paymaster.
While we audit their expenditures,
They even make our paychecks.
I invest in the money market,
And even in the Providence.
But I have reached where nobody speculated,
No, not even I could speculate this.
While I knew that I must succeed,
Even my mother was unsure.
Nobody else knew this for sure,
Well, nobody, nobody except for my father.
Whilst I prepared for the exam,
My mother provided food so nutritious.
Only my father had faith in my potential,
He laughed away all the speculations.
They suggested weird, insulting alternatives,
Sadists the people are oftentimes.
I thank my parents for bringing me here,
And it was my father who gave me the power.
He remained calm throughout,
And his oceanic calm is contagious.
My mother did convey the speculations,
But my father invested his hopes.
Although there is no need to reiterate,
Hope is the most powerful of all the words.
I'm on a train right now,
You might meet me soon.
Aug 14, 2024
Aug 14, 2024 at 4:09 PM UTC
My echoing laughter
Catches the walls
Just below the ceiling
When I see it again
In the reiteration of his own hand
That you were right
And the world was wrong
That it was not meant to be as this
A singing song
But a reproach of the sigh
Of another man
How clever of the Frost to hide
On another set of snowy hands
How clever indeed were you also to find
The original meaning of such a man
With props to you
I laugh again
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 11:39 PM UTC
What if I was the gush of wind filled up into the laps of ocean
The amorphous flesh and reiteration of
capitulation
May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 10:41 AM UTC
My words are followed with an echo.
Not the magnificent kind.
Not the kind of echo you hear when you reach the top of a tall mountain – that reiteration of your accomplished hollers.
It’s waking up moments before your alarm sounds, or tossing and turning to the quiet that surrounds you at 3am.
It’s the silence that answers you when you finish a voicemail, or the sneeze that was left without a “bless you”.
It’s almost sad.
Almost lonely.
Not lonely in the sense of being abandoned or misunderstood.
But lonely.
The feeling of literal loneliness.
Some only feel it in whiffs.
A temporary rush.
Something people only notice for a second, if even at all.
But the constant – the continuous state of that silence – causes it to become a feeling.
That feeling that no one’s there.
No one’s listening.
Just me and my echo.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 2:13 AM UTC
whether we are playing the game wrong
or playing the wrong game
does it matter when the result is always the same?
whats that saying about outcomes always being the same?
being insane?
what would I know
there I go
talking to the wall again
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 6:16 PM UTC