"relays" poems
I'm a relationship engineer
Building engines to persevere
Through the loneliness I fear
That makes me panic
And seek out a mechanic
That tinkers
With my blinkers
But doesn't fix a thing
When I'm left with a sting
From what's defined as a fling
My pistons pumping
The way I'm *******
When I find a rocket scientist
That formulates the highest bliss
In his carefully calculated kiss
But I start to viciously *****
When our problems are subatomic
Because every decision
Creates nuclear fission
Which causes decay
And explosions of energy
His thoughts he relays
He sees me as the enemy
So I find a Christian
To pump my pistons
He has the morals of God
Which I figure can't be flawed
Though they may seem odd
But he doesn't love me
He feels he's above me
He acts like a martyr
Which makes me fall harder
But I'm left alone on the cross
He has forsaken me
He thinks I'm made of frost
He has mistaken me
I feel alone
In the brimstone
Of his dial tone
I found loneliness
In their phoniness
My engine needs trust
Otherwise it develops rust
But when everyone tries to act cool
Pain becomes my alternative fuel
Love once seemed like a jewel
Until my blood made a pool
I tried to get repairs
To find that nobody cares
I learned that science
Was of no reliance
And the pious life
Brought riot strife
So I find nowhere to turn
While my engine burns
Jan 14, 2018
Jan 14, 2018 at 3:58 PM UTC
More than just kawaii desu
More than nico nico ni
And senpai noticing me
You are the reason my heart goes doki doki
More than the final rasengan
More than the last hurrah
And all the power needed for a kamehameha
You give me strength when all hope is gone
More than just friendly rivalries
More than swimming medley relays
And underdog hero clichés
You help me be the best I can be always
With Moon Prism Power
I’ll transform right before your eyes
Into a weeb like no other
You bring me joy before I even realize
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 4:56 AM UTC
Love trusts, lust twists
Love rains, lust drains
Love reaches, lust catches
Love couples, lust combines
Love retains, lust detains
Love relies, lust relays
Love cares, lust caresses
Love binds, lust blinds
Love floats, lust flees
Love belongs, lust longs
Love ascends, lust descends
Love fames, lust defames
Love creates, lust recreates
Love commands, lust demands
Love chooses, lust chases
Love boosts, lust boasts
Love at heart
Lust in mind
Love in lust is good
Lust in love is better
Love likes privacy
Lust looks for piracy
Love opens lust
Lust closes love
Love is slow, lust is fast
Love is steady and stable
Lust is mobile and fragile
Love is reliable, lust is liable
Love is long, lust is short
Love is homogeneous
Lust is heterogeneous
Love is defensive
Lust is offensive
Love is precious
Lust is pernicious
Love is supportive
Lust is supplementary
Love is refined
Lust is defined
Love betters life
Lust batters it.
Love has character
Lust has conduct
Love wins over
Lust weans out
Love combines
Lust divides
Love is cool
Lust is crazy
Love is peaceful
Lust is pleasant
Love is wholesome
Lust is piecemeal
Lust comes first
Love becomes best
Love is progressive
Lust is aggressive
Lust laminates
Love illuminates
Love is slow n steady
Lust is hasty n nasty
Love is dense, lust is tense
Lust is conditioned,
Love is air-conditioned
Lust is lovely to begin with
Love is lustrous to end up
Love heals, lust wounds
Love owns, lust disowns
Love is onus, lust is onerous
Love is basic, lust is allowance
Love conforms, lust confuses
Love binds, lust blinds
Be aware of love
Beware of lust
That comes like
wolf in sheep’s clothing
Let the fair blend
of love and lust
rule the roost
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 5:15 AM UTC
You ask me to prove the love I feel.
I cannot prove to you the love I feel
If you do not feel it on your own.
I can show you lust through kisses and soft touch,
As I can show attention through remembering little things.
I can show care through holding your hand as you heal and
Support as I wipe your slippery tears from your marble cheeks.
I can show many things that are mistaken as love
But that does not guarantee the everlasting sentiment,
The one that is given in its true definition, at least in my opinion.
Especially since it is my love you ask for,
I simply cannot prove to you the love I feel
For if there was real connection, the message would get through
Since the network of my love is connected like our souls,
Through invisible heart strings from the heart of our love
That relays the affection, an impact that cannot be missed.
If it was there, you couldn’t miss it.
So now I ask, is my love coming through?
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 12:37 AM UTC
If you're gonna be lonely,
maybe learn how to cook.
Parade the smoke to the rafters
after doubting the book.
Alert the parents in vowing the earnest
salt in the brook.
A fervent effort relays to bacon kisses you took.
Brine is cheap,
and on days like this
find a Mrs. or friend,
apply the bread crumb crisp.
Buy the egg to allure.
confide that "this might miss."
If not to them to yourself.
Try the odd light whip.
Find a guide or a dozen.
Fire doesn't necessarily deny the pleasant after math.
Passable dishes levy comfort on cold nights,
dying for treasure dancing in the lights,
and forming function digging diamond from plastic wrap.
"I could serve a candied berry
pair it fairly cold below a lighter cream."
See the finer things elaborate below the theme.
Mise en place allowing,
yolk to heat,
folk wreaths are crowning.
Found a leek to brown,
found out what friends to feed can mean
Be the barer
taste your food
silk confections
social fruit
Buck the system
Find connection
tuck the mood in
ginger root
get your list out
pay it forward
take the order
grab a whisk
make an impact
Pleat the border
break the silence
wrap a gift
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 6:56 PM UTC
Love trusts, lust twists
Love reins, lust rains
Love reaches, lust catches
Love couples, lust combines
Love retains, lust detains
Love relies, lust relays
Love cares, lust caresses
Love binds, lust blinds
Love floats, lust flees
Love belongs, lust longs
Love ascends, lust descends
Love fames, lust defames
Love creates, lust recreates
Love commands, lust demands
Love chooses, lust chases
Love boosts, lust boasts
Be aware of love
Beware of lust
That comes like
wolf in sheep’s clothing
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 10:12 AM UTC
I feel so powerless as the news relays its latest story
Of a vicious storm revolving the area you're in
I wish you'd appear on the television,
So I could reach out my arm and drag you to where I am
The storm's been flooding streets and delaying travel
And soon might be wrecking homes and crushing lives
I'm so afraid of you being taken away
It'd **** me to see my beacon lose its light
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 9:04 AM UTC
You are the last person I would expect
To smile with the glimmer that you have
To laugh with the excitement that you do
To talk with the clarity that you can.
They left you for dead
You watched your father die beside you
A bullet in your leg
Beats a bullet to his vitals.
Fifteen, you are but fifteen
When Daddy's telling you to play dead
They'll go away, just be quiet
He coos
So you do your best not to scream
As you lose blood like energy.
You wake up in a hospital bed
Bandages caressing your injured calf
A nurse tells you to turn on the news
As you ask where your father is.
The television set won't lie to you.
The flat screen relays the message
He's dead.
Years later, still living in the slums
That you so preciously embrace as your home
At seventeen, you're the only sibling without kids
But you have been deemed caretaker.
Yet, to total strangers of different race
Those who barely know suffering
From an affluent community, from generally "good" homes
You tell your story
And leave them with a lasting impression.
You are the spitting image of bravery, fearlessness, courage
And still,
No one's there to save you.
You are your own hero
Your driving force.
And no one will take the greatest gift you have away from you:
Joy, and the ability to grace others with the same.
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 1:21 AM UTC
First thing's first
I awaken at six
Only to sleep until seven thirty
There
I ate breakfast and
brushed my teeth
After
I went to
swim practice
The fun kind
With relays
That my team won
Lapping the other
Then we got
Pancakes
Next
I put REAL
Clothes on
And took an hour
To install
A half metal mouth
With green bands
As a surprise
Jun 24, 2016
Jun 24, 2016 at 2:43 PM UTC
Stay strong don't cry its not that bad
You shouldn't act like this you're a man
Hide your emotions, don't let them show
How dare you let anyone know...
This is what society wants
men to be strong like an ox
But I'm too sensitive to act this way
I've seen the bad the world relays
This outlet allows for me to be
What I've always needed to see
That others care of what I need
They save me from this ideology..
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 7:06 PM UTC
This world is hypocrisy right from head to toe
From some like a glow while for others its blow
Hatred and venom is inside while love to show
Some are in the palaces ,some are down below
What it seems its not ,what its not it portrays
For some it is a phase while for others a phrase
***** heart plays tricks and ***** mind relays
Whatever is given to world it definitely repays
Let us be true and honest in our day to day life
Let us face realities being on double edged knife
No matter if we go to gallows ,alter or sheer strife
Double faces and double meanings are just in rife
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 11:57 PM UTC
- Joseph Childress
Absence makes the heart grow
Fonder for most
Somber for some
Odd of others
The presence of love
Is the foremost force
In the divorce
Of reason
Attachments
Magnets
Victims of attraction
Repel
Then make tractions
That keep the world
Moving
Rebels revel
In revolution
Worshipping
The great changing
Like crescent moons
Before the new
Each phase
Relays the latest trend
As love, hate and sin
Blends in a cocktail
Of delusion
Drunkards play martyr
In the extremist
Conditions
Relentless systems of belief
That leaves relief
For the reliving of death
The children witness it all
Imitating
And coming up shorter
Than expectations
With each generation
Alternating ideas
For alternatives
Altering native ways of thinking
Beings battle for correction
In facilities
As others rights
Squander
In the quelling of dissent
Fighting fear
Is dear
To the hearts of trendsetters
Setting the standard
For the new age
New way of thinking
Off to Walden’s Lake
For the Great Disappearance
Dissing appearance
For the sake of absence
As absentmindedness
Watches from afar
Don’t worry
I’ll return with enough
Civil disobedience
The laws will have to change
In our honor
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 6:05 PM UTC
I’m convinced that someone’s hacked into my head
and deleted the part of my brain that controls my concentration.
Because at times, I have the attention span of the goldfish who just downed a bottle of vicodin.
See, my brain is a livewire lined with high-voltage power lines of dreams and ideas,
and I can’t shut off all the switches and relays flooding messages to my nervous system,
because what I have is a nervous system.
Every caustic, worried thought that I’ve ever thought tends to show up there,
and all I ever do is worry about how one wrong word might end a relationship,
or how one right word could start a new friendship,
or how everything that I keep reading into,
is just bleeding into everything else,
mixing colors,
while I’m sitting here…
forgetting to take the time to paint with my passions and prides.
Apr 25, 2012
Apr 25, 2012 at 11:42 AM UTC
Your screams always cut the deepest.
Like a hand scolded under the hottest of water.
Cold to the touch as it tricks the nerve into believing--
A sheep in the wolfs clothing as it drifts into searing.
The watery message relays the misery.
The detail all there lain before my eyes.
My skin battered and marred--
Torn asunder with merely your voice.
Thick with rage, smoldering with pride.
Words intended to be used as a weapon, will always wound the feeble.
Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 12:51 PM UTC
Snowball effect,
In any dialect,
Is the same for healthy and lame.
Building,
Declining,
Constant rounding,
Defining,
Leaving a trail behind.
When it does land,
No matter the man,
He's left in its wake,
Deprived.
As pendulum's moment,
Swings ever-fervent,
Knocking down pegs as it goes,
The pegs do fall,
To crush them all,
As the fool relays blow-by-blow.
It's obvious where the pendulum goes,
But no fool will look below his nose,
The pendulum decides his time to go.
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 7:58 PM UTC
Harvest Moon effigy , ivory in subtle contrast to pearls tranquility along windswept confident shorelines , tousled charcoal locks wrapped in silken bonds , violet attire that relays the waters reflection from a million stars ..
Sable Palm within the kindred of Oat and Sawgrass , warm Gulf
nightfall , diamond waves explore the pier , where lovers embrace ,
where romance directs the eve .. Amber lit vessels grace her southern horizon , Mexican breezes brush raven hair beneath the canopy of night ..
Breakers tinge the ocean West , ebony Aphrodite features are
aglow tonight . Unwavering and forever recalled ..
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 9:21 PM UTC
literate legends of the past
wordsworth, tennyson, shakespeare, poe
philosophers preaching wisdom
whilst churning words of woe
if born a century onward
their genius contribution
would re-direct thought
and our retribution
clever wit, used correctly
relays a message indirectly
be loud in voice
be strong in deed
plants that blosom
have nurtured seeds
learned men, with miserly souls
different values, different goals
hypothetically speaking, if resurrected
could this system be corrected
past vision blurred, future masked
the valley victim duly asked...
what make thee of my vale?
once vibrant, now lies stale
thine vale like a garment, tightly twined
sceptical of progress, wallow in decline
thy forefathers fester in premature tombs
martyrs to masters, grafted in gloom
thy dwell on the dead, thou should view ahead
though mystery of history must ever be read
tread forth with vision, or stumble ye blind
don't dwell on the dead, or land once mined
Mar 9, 2010
Mar 9, 2010 at 12:56 PM UTC
Corrugated tesseracts
Are enlivened under blood gorged membranes
The barrier to a cool coral maze
Of still shoals, the palest pink
Permanent waves folded
Into a frozen tidal sea
And here is the world of worlds
That makes of us, ourselves
A dimension that can't be trespassed against
Where we are always home
Inside spider woven neurons
That talk only to each other
Or to god
They relay their subsonic messages
In penumbral patterns
Translated into dismembered tongues
And ancient relays of concordance
Telegraphing farthest emotion
Into clairvoyant flesh.
Nov 1, 2010
Nov 1, 2010 at 3:21 PM UTC
You are killing your own people
You are killing off our sequels
...
You're dying
If I told you that you'll be ok
I will be lying
...
On the ground with you
We're united by a state of hysteria
So pledge of allegiance to your own grievance if you want to
Our allies realize our lack of participation within the United Nation
They know that's it's a race of the racist
It's hunger and starvation for **********
So they don't support our sport
They don't get a kick out of our matrix
Master the skill of being manipulative
And maltreat our own citizens
Who will have our back when we're getting attacked?
For sure not the group of people who our history once beset
Wait reset
Why strain something that isn't our stress?
Hold up quest!
Consistent warfare give us a rest!
Do we ever handle things professionally?
There's pros and there's congress
And according to our constitution
It's precedent that every president
Is only present
Im a skeptic of their effectiveness
They're just a face for this place
A image so when things cringes
We can look at him in disgrace
Sometimes I think I've been misplaced
.....
Misplaced
Taken away and placed
In this place full of waste
Place full of wasted minds
Place full of wasted minds who waste their time
Place full of wasted minds who waste their time trying to waste everyone else's mind and keep others below their waist line
United States of Hysteria
Where you have to equip yourself with a personal barrier
The superior preys
The inferior pays
And the wealth relays
The baton get passed to relatives
This is where you can cross the finish line first and still be without work
So we pledge of allegiance
With our right on our heart
Stripes and stars is for
Lashes and strikes to stun our awareness
Our apprehension just blow effortlessly in the wind
They cover their flaws
The gover-meant to **** us all
Is there a such thing as a war on war?
We nuclear our own fears
And air strike on our own tears
Use Sub Atomic Bombs against our own peers
Chemically engineer everyone who's mere
All hail U.S.A
All hell U.S.H
Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 9:42 PM UTC
You're a satellite that relays pain
Synchronizing circles in my brain
While signaling shame
To come join the game
You present a mighty mystery
That makes my sanity history
From agony that is blistering
That's what your wit serves me
The ambiguity
Is slowly ruining
My innate ingenuity
Yet I must act intuitively
You're a satellite in the air
In desperate need of repairs
I ask to see your schematics
I'm told I'm being dramatic
I float through space and time
After losing this race of lies
Along with the grace of mine
While stuck in the pace of grind
Before too long I answer wrong
A one-sided game of ping-pong
And your attitude is singsong
Not caring if something's wrong
Outside of the Earth's atmosphere
The sun is to be feared
Because it doesn't care
I experience a solar flare
Then the gamma rays poke holes in my cells
Until I'm eventually in hell
With a satellite that can't communicate
Only ruminate
On information already gathered
So there is no room for me
But until an asteroid splatter
There will be signals I see
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 4:29 AM UTC
the only place left to go is up
so I lick the syrup
from my fingers and drive north,
but every time I leave this place
behind it doesn’t stay;
it relays back and forth
between my head and the
thick rope that ties it to the back
of the car where it scrapes
against the road
and bounces between
the back tires and
the north star,
which you pointed out to me
once on a night
when it wasn’t the brightest
in the sky.
you stood behind me and pointed up
and I heard your hand move
and saw your voice rise
and questions knocked this place
out of my mind until
a child
tugged on my sleeve
and I came tumbling down,
pulled along
by the sheer weight
of here.
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 10:46 PM UTC
That here in the passage
that twirls
swirls upon the thoughts
expresses, impresses
there its depth
where words flow and ignite.
Here in this realm of the writer
the world replays
relays within
and grasps deep the fundamentals
that crafts within those elementals
to create a world anew.
Fresh the liberated thought flows
invades, conquers, grows
Till soon a set of lines engraved
sets free the words within
that together with emotion spin
until a world of fantasy is birthed
upon the pages ****** form.
Alisdaire O'Caoimph
Apr 10, 2011
Apr 10, 2011 at 10:19 AM UTC
You must know that if I were not 20 and relatively broke,
I'd be on the next plane to you.
You need to know that I am a miserable texter and I always miss calls,
And missing you is the only thing I do better.
You should know that it is so true- distance makes the heart grow fonder,
Though I find myself only fond of the days that you were 10 minutes down the road and not 10 hours.
I ache for the long drives down silent roads at 12 am and the long coffee dates at 2 in the afternoon.
I ache for the time we had time at our leisure and it was not down to counting the days until I see you next.
You need to know that in my darkest moments, yes, a call will do. But I'm kidding myself if I think that's what I really need.
I miss having you by my side rather than on the other side of the country,
Where we are split by time zones and state lines.
I feel torn in two when I get the call about how broken you feel and there isn't a **** thing I can do other than hope the phone line somehow relays how much I really do care.
Trust me, I ache to be with you more than your actual heart aches. I have not met many people like you, people who get me and see me through.
I have not found the people I want to tell all to, people that I fit with.
I fit with you, and I need you to know that it's only fitting when we are together.
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 2:57 AM UTC
Desperate to grab the grail of words
we decide to share our joint thoughts
to introspect our vision together
of what it takes to write two at this hour
Pen and paper, one
writes witness into the mind of the other
and meets the timid point of punctuation, followed by
the exasperation of words
it only follows
rules do not apply
nor does a simulacra of similes
the enjambment is our language
that we create we can
misplace
is it our native tongue so much so that
poetry never needs to be learned?
The friendship of thought to process
Relays poet to poem
to poet
And poem again
It's with you now
I walk
Our eyes along the same path to troth
It's truth is spoken
Between lines, it's in the heart
Our paths, alone, come together
Its friendship Is art
Dialogical process fill in
the blanks at 1:01 4:01
p.m, hey aim
For the sweet link we proudly
discovered and shared in eyes and ink
Both black.
It's lack of light
Where the sun of the one seeks the night of the other
It's days and nights; mark hours... asunder under calendar
And daydream of once and again seeing the same sun face the marvel of the other
We are time traveling, air traveling through words
book a seat at the airline company of poetry
What the other sees in the sun sky above her
the other thinks of under his night sky
the thought of one never cancels that of the other
We trod on the same path
Me with Ginsberg, you with Plath.
Written jointly by Appoline Romanens first, third, seventh and ninth paragraph at 1:00-1:27 pm, Lyon, France and by Jesse Altamirano, second, fourth, fifth, sixth and eighth 4:00- 4:30 am, Riverside, California
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 7:40 AM UTC