"reliever" poems
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©Franko the Christian Poet
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 6:00 AM UTC
Spring came full of rejuvenating hope to ward off the chilly winters,
It came replete with dreams of days much brighter,
It came to exfoliate & gently scrub away the old ones,
Yes it came to make way for the new flowers.
It stayed till the sun was high up there in the shy sky,
It stayed till the sun burnt holes in human pockets with bills of electricity,
It stayed till the sun was cursed for being out there with AC's to help the well to do,
Yes it stayed there till it was the merciless month of June.
Summer then took over in July by burning animal & human skins alike,
It even did not spare a patch of cool water in the naked-barren lands,
It made animals cry & people kneel down and call for help,
Yes their calls weren't left unanswered and soon it was the rainy monsoon.
Monsoon - the rainy season lashes upon the oven hot land in August's end,
It eases the hot temperatures and releases peafowls in mating,
It even threatens to drown the ill-prepared cities of India by flood-waters,
Yes Mumbai is just one example of how Indian people want the autumn to come.
Autumn - the reliever from torrid showers,
It is an exception in the Indian season cycle,
It is neither that torrid monsoon before it nor is it the hostile winters succeeding it,
Yes it is a short calm time just before the winter season extreme in the north.
Winter season as we've learnt to call it in schools,
It sends chills down the spines of Indian people all over,
It is harsh only in the north but the other people simply don't have tolerance or genes,
Yes I love the beautiful winter season so what if once it nearly took my life while on trekking.
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 9:37 AM UTC
Mixing your whisky breath,
your unshaven cheeks,
your liquored-down smile
in an orange bottle labeled B.
WITHDRAWAL withdrawal withdrawal
Advice from a man with unshaven cheeks, a ring around his eye, and a cross near his breast.
*Withdrawal from him, be careful, withdrawal from him you’ll see.*
Clenched fists and a bouncing ball of hair, tied, atop my head
Sundays are slow, a holy ****** awaits.
They teach we aren’t supposed to be here.
They teach this is not home.
Everyone is temporary, and
the concept of forever: my methadone.
But he’s only a pain reliever, you see.
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 10:28 PM UTC
The heat is coming down
Like a car playing chicken
Except all you can do is stand there and get hit
Over and over again
Until it merges with your skin, your body
It stays with you like a second skin
Like some sort of sickness
Water is your pain reliever
Air conditioning is but a temporary cure
Because as soon as you leave
The heat is right outside
Waiting for you.
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 12:30 PM UTC
If it's the farmer's will to harvest this ****
Fill it's heart with anger for it to feel no thing
Before the sap from it's core flow out of it's leaves
The blood on its vein dry up in the heat
For wrath makes a good reliever
From all the roots that was beneath her
Dig it up from it's grave to deliver
And rip it up from the soil and repocess her
For a **** that brings no good
A pest that steal for food
A Vulture that rejoice in death
Is there such a thing as regret?
For the weeds were made bad
From the earth exhalted
To the heavens departed
What mercy can this **** plead?
A **** that churns good air we breath
A rat that for others is a treat
A vulture that completes the cycle of death
Is there a room for forgiveness and help?
If the time for this **** to take a bow
Send it of in ways where no pain is allowed
Like a switch of a bulb turn off it's light
Stop it's breathing in an instant
Jan 23, 2012
Jan 23, 2012 at 9:27 AM UTC
Step by step;
And stroke by stroke on your painting;
Throw it away
Word by word on your typewriter;
For every broken glass,
and the sound it made in your ears
Glass, so fragile
Shattering into thousands of pieces
So small and
so insignificant
For every breath you hold;
For every time you pull on your sunglasses and hope they won’t see;
For every time a branch pinches your legs when running and the little pain is a reliever;
You want more
You always want more
Breathe out;
But it doesn’t matter to anyone
You don’t matter
The pieces of you are scattered
and no one could hardly care
You’re so close to that fine line
You can’t help it
But you are almost crossing the bridge
You’d much rather fall over
But here you still
sit
writing poems
as if everything
was alright
17.07.14
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 6:50 PM UTC
I don't believe in God.
I believe in dark skinned girls
That scream Leviticus at the two
Teenagers on my second bus home.
I believe in my mother heaving
Her woes while my father
Tells me to change the channel and
Stop being so bad at life, as though
Theres a syllabus I never studied which
Teaches you that the expensive apples
Are the sweetest and the 60c ones
Will leave a bitter taste in your mouth.
I believe that you can be bad at math
But good at physics because you know
That a stone thrown from x will weigh c
And therefore get to y within k amount
Of time.
Y being you and c being me, naturally.
I believe that chewing on foil is bad
For your mouth but is a stress reliever
For all the times that your work has
Been ripped up and then thrown
Back at your face, as if symbolising
Your entire eduction.
I believe that there is a light at the
End of this tunnel but you've got to
Hold my hand while we feel the walls
For a switch.
Click.
May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 9:33 AM UTC
_my stange addiction - Billie Eilish_
No, Billie, I haven't done that dance since my wife died
There's a whole crowd of people out there who need to learn how to do the Scarn
Don't ask questions you don't wanna know
Learned my lesson way too long ago
To be talking to you, belladonna
Shoulda taken a break, not an oxford comma
Take what I want when I wanna
And I want ya
Bad, bad news
One of us is gonna lose
I'm the powder, you're the fuse
Just add some friction
You are my strange addiction
You are my strange addiction
My doctors can't explain
My symptoms or my pain
But you are my strange addiction
I'm really, really sorry
I think I was just relieved to see that Michael Scarn got his confidence back
Yeah, Michael, that movie is amazing
It's like, one of the best movies I've ever seen in my life
Deadly fever, please don't ever break
Be my reliever 'cause I don't self medicate
And it burns like a gin and I like it
Put your lips on my skin and you might ignite it
Hurts, but I know how to hide it, kinda like it
Bad, bad news
One of us is gonna lose
I'm the powder, you're the fuse
Just add some friction
You are my strange addiction
You are my strange addiction
My doctors can't explain
My symptoms or my pain
But you are my strange addiction
Bite my glass, set myself on fire
Can't you tell I'm crass?
Can't you tell I'm wired?
Tell me "Nothing lasts"
Like I don't know
You could kiss my as-king about my motto
You should enter it in festivals
Or carnivals
Thoughts?
Pretty good reaction
Pretty cool, right?
You are my strange addiction
You are my strange addiction
My doctors can't explain
My symptoms or my pain
But you are my strange addiction
Did you like it? Did you like that?
Um, which part?
Feb 16, 2020
Feb 16, 2020 at 11:01 AM UTC
Rang 45 minutes ago for pain reliever.
nurse just came i and told me:
"Sorry, pharmacy says we're out."
and then walked away.
Yay, me.
Oct 11, 2010
Oct 11, 2010 at 3:07 PM UTC
I can feel the changes
You are my addiction
I used to think you're a dentist
You give me some kind of filling
I blame the way that we living
That has my feet on the edge
Nicknamed your love Wels Fargo
How I was putting in check
My friends would talk and say you weren't loyal and give it a rest
But you impress me
No need for yelling
You handle the stress
You used to handle a tech
When you were so out of place
Initials double H
So that means double hate
But all the fellas who've seen you
Knows that you keep a reliever
You've seen more L's than the bobcats arena
You keep it incognito
But you're far from a bully
When it comes to ink you're a monster
Mike wazowski and sully
You're a diamond in the rough
You have a special shine
There is no competition
You're the hottest thing out
Them others may claim you
But they know that you're mine
Girl
I'd Jehovah witness for you
I'm out here knocking doors down
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 9:20 PM UTC
I won't remember the parties
Or the school events
Or the games
Because I never went to them
But this is what I will remember
I'll remember the late nights of homework
And having to wake up early the next morning
And being exhausted in my 9am class
I'll remember the stress that ate my *** alive
To the point where I would cry for 10 minutes straight
And then get back to work like it never happened
I'll remember having an anxiety attack after leaving my professor's office
Because she made me feel stupid about how I wrote my speech
And the moment I stepped outside
I let go of a breath I didn't know I was holding
Then, I started hyperventilating and crying
I'll remember working out in the gym
Because according to my doctor I was obese
And well exercise is a great stress reliever
I'll remember losing my grandfather my junior year
And being so sad and depressed that some days I wouldn't even go to class
And having to go home for the first time and see him not there
I'll remember going through a break up the summer before my junior year
And having my ex try to gain my trust so that he would get another chance
Still confused on whether I should or shouldn't by the way
I'll remember growing closer to some of my friends
And some of my friends distancing themselves from me
And barely spending time with my friends from home
I'll remember contemplating on dropping out
Or going to another school
Or trying to make my other dreams come true
I'll remember being in the financial aid office more times than I can count
Because I'm paying out of pocket for my education
Student loans, Pell grants, and financial aid
Still isn't enough to cover my tuition
I'll remember being moved off campus into smaller dorms
Sharing a room with my best friend
And fighting off creepy crawlers and critters that found their way inside
And missing classes because transportation either ran late
Or didn't come at all
Who knows what else I'll remember
Not done with college yet
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 11:27 AM UTC
*I feel like crying
some few tears will do
to wash away the dark
cloud I harbor
At my back.
*
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 2:35 AM UTC
I feel very tired.
My phone is dying
My charger is lost.
I watched Golden Girls today.
I'm in love with Betty White.
I feel very naseous and unnormal.
I think I might be expecting again.
I want to brake a glass dish.
TV makes it look like a good stress reliever.
I ate a peach when I got home.
I wish it was organic.
I wish I was organic.
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 11:54 PM UTC
She stared blankly at the computer screen
With its flickering screen of judgement.
What are you looking at?
Silence. A screensaver.
Enough of that sass.
It was finally complete.
Her hair wearing its disheveled frizz like a badge of honor
From all-night typing
And two pots of coffee
Where her comb-fingers turned the smoothness of her hair
Into a stress-reliever
As she muttered madly to herself
(But quietly, so as not to wake the roommates
Who slumbered in their honey chambers
Away from the heart of her hive of activity).
She had buzzed all night
On a caffeine-high
That made her hands tremble
Her muscles ache
And her eyes hate her.
And now
With too much to do
And a limited time to do it in
She had to keep buzzing.
Coffee *** number three was carefully stored
In a travel mug
That she clutched to her clavicle
Just to keep the warmth that much closer to her hyped-up heart.
She made her stops at offices and libraries
Retrieving promised letters
And printing the labors of her night intensive
Before she could finally deposit it
Behind the glass windows
Of the scholarship office.
This is too much work for less-than-ideal odds.
But she had no time to dwell
On the gamble she had made
And paid in hours of wakefulness
And the inked-up peelings from tree corpses.
She rushed from class to class
Where she tried to speak in coherent sentences,
To dance with sharp choreography,
And to contribute to society
But her body hated her
Because she had betrayed it
And deprived it of the only thing that it truly loved in this world:
Sleep.
It would have its vengeance.
It would have its vengeance when she was old, creaky, and could no longer move.
But for now, her body made do with small rebellions
To demonstrate its displeasure.
Sentences were not sentences
And every turn, leap, and twist
Made her think longingly of sleep.
And her body laughed.
But at long last,
The sun set
The girl slept
And then the sun rose.
And this continued to happen
Many times.
It rose and it set
It rose and it set
It rose and it set
Until she had forgotten
And her body had forgiven
The sleepless night.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 1:33 AM UTC
That stuff called alcohol,
Wow what a mess,
The healer of tension,
The reliever of stress.
Clouding the brain,
Intoxicate the senses,
Together they're deadly
As they both drop their defences.
Bottles on the bedside,
Cans on the floor,
Stella Artois is watching
In a bin by the door.
Have a shot of Russian water,
And see where you end up,
Either stumbling on the streets,
Or topping up another cup.
The controller of minds,
The master of confusion,
The leader of disaster,
The commander of delusion.
Oh sweet, sweet alcohol,
You cure me when I'm not sober,
But one more swig from a bottle of Jack,
And it's game over.
Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 5:10 AM UTC
1. Its not you. No matter what he says or tries to pin on you, its probably not you. It could be he's scared to love you, or that he's not sure of what he wants. If he can't forgive you for your past mistakes and see you're attempting to make yourself anew, there is no point in staying. A person that holds onto the past is one who lives in it.
2. Buy all the food you want. Chocolate, ice cream, cake, chips, fruits - whatever. You're single now, and that means either A. You're gonna rush straight back into the dating world or B. You have really no one to impress right now, so you can eat whatever the **** you want! Make sure it makes you happy and also gain a few pounds, you'll be able to work it off later.
3. Go out with friends. Although the heartbreak is probably consuming your brain, even as you read this, its good to still go out and spend time with friends. Family is okay too, but with all the feelings you have, sometimes its better to communicate with someone who is your age and can speak to you on your level. Go somewhere where you can talk and socialize, do not end up at the movies watching a sappy love story and crying about your real one.
4. Disconnect yourself from his/her social networks. Do not stalk their Facebook page or look at their stauses on Skype. If you do this, you will keep opening fresh wounds and continue to be upset. By taking this break, it will allow you to somewhat clear your mind and let both you and your partner think of next. If he doesn't like breaks, tell him its for both of your own goods that you guys spend some time apart. Remember, you're both single now, so don't be too upset if you see him around with someone else, and don't feel bad if you decide to see someone else too.
5. Mentally prepare yourself. If you decide to skip step 2 (high calorie food intaking), and decide to go into dating, mentally prepare yourself. Do not go back in simply because you need someone to fill the gaps of your broken heart. Give it time to heal. If you don't you can end up really hurting the person you're seeing, or maybe they can really hurt you.
6. Do things you like to do. Watch your favourite TV shows, go shopping, take longer naps or more baths - do whatever. Give yourself some "you" time so you can not only relax, but you can learn to enjoy your own company.
7. Cry. Crying is the best stress reliever. If you feel like you need to cry, excuse yourself and cry. If you're really blubbering, carry a box of tissues around you so you can cry at all times. The more you cry, the more stress you relieve, and eventually your sadness for your break up will turn to anger and you'll realize that you can do WAY better.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 12:33 PM UTC
Hes my stress reliever
He makes me feel like i belong here when i know i dont
I thank him for his presence as my mother wont
I love him as i never felt love in awhile
All he has to say is my name and here comes my huge smile
I know im safe when im in his arms cause he always says when he hugs me theres no harm
As he tells me you are mine and i am yours i now know what love feels like and it is reliving
It is him
He helps
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 7:35 PM UTC
tracing the words 'already gone' into crumpled up sheets I couldn't find the sanity to wash your forevers out of
spitting up blood yet only tasting your name floating out of everyone's mouths like your name was anything less than holy
kissing every vein down your perfectly pieced body because god took lightning and ran down your skin leaving a road map to guide every blonde haired beauty to a one night hotel called your arms
running my finger tips down every part of your body you finally let the thunderstorms in your head touch long enough to leave a damage that left you on a search for a pain reliever that didn't scream her name
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 1:13 AM UTC
I take my knowledge from architects, medieval painters and galore.
I walk along the stretch of times, Read the Canterbury Tales from folks of yore.
I've written literature in my own dialect, through the beautiful English language.
I find awe in the act of creation, new etymologies where old writers anguished.
My words: symphonies of the beloved and dead Beethoven; like the arias of Wagner.
I am the high priest, the new catholicicist propogandising as your Cardinal.
I am the spiritual technology, provided to the ailment of what we call society.
I am the new Ghandi, the Dalai Lama deservedly inspiring your piety.
I am the Luciferous angel of life, breathing heaven through the cesspool of Earth.
I am the post-modern Romeo and Juliet, Warhol's 15 minutes of fame and worth.
I am the Alexander Mcqueen, the metaphilosopher of fabric illusions.
I am the lyricist of society, speaking through the castrated eunychs.
I am Stephanie Myer, inspiration of vampiric genius to adolescent impressionables.
I am Jane Austen, author of new age thrillers such as The Secret and Lesbian Misérables
I am the eclipsing of twilight, the post-mortem autopsy of a rotting cadaver.
I am Heath Ledger and Michael Jackson, legends inspiring a race of sleeping pill grabbers.
I am the Blockbuster, the Titanic Avatar, $4.9 Billion to children in poverty.
I am Gangnam Style, 2.5 Billion viewers of the Palestinian Bombings.
I am modern philosophe, the birth giver of Socrates, Plato, Nietzsche, Derrida.
I am Steve Jobs, terrible father, tyrant and billionaire technological reliever.
I am God, the predeccesor and successor of all eternal life.
I am Satan, damnation and strife.
I am Tupac, rapper of gangster warfare. Inspirational to first world degenerates.
I am Oprah, most powerful black woman with white hillbilly aesthetics of Ellen Degeneres.
Thank you, to world's only true Genius.
Hail Kanye West, our one and only revered Yeezus.
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 4:18 AM UTC
I don't know you, but I
want to bring change to the
five that made me The
Bringer of this story.
"Why do I care for unknowns?"
Such as...
The Prayer, which I
did for her and myself.
Hands clamped with her
eyes on the night sky.
"What does she pray for?"
Maybe for...
The Reliever, who seems
so eager to be relieved.
Her duty of assistance for
the cerebral sick sibling.
"Why can't she get a break?"
bringing up...
The Dreamer, with
the femur shattering his dreams.
With a crutch too small
to support his only hopes.
"Why is he giving up?"
Much like...
The Deceiver, with
the fever burning up.
The fire inside is igniting
everything he ever was.
"Why isn't he who he wants?"
making me fear for...
The sufferer, crying away
the rougher moments of life.
Her inability to break from
the carnage in herself.
"Why can't I wipe those tears?"
Since I am...
The Bringer, removing
the stinger from your heart.
Yet, I'm unable to cure
the poisons in your system,
which will make me question myself
until I bring you change.
"Will this help me save you?"
Sep 30, 2012
Sep 30, 2012 at 11:35 PM UTC
It's smooth as it goes down,
the taste is bitter sweet,
it takes away the sorrow,
and the regrets.
~
It's better cold,
never warm,
it's never weak,
forever bold.
~
It takes away the pain of yesterday,
and helps you forget,
of the things that have gone wrong,
at least for the night.
~
This is my pain reliever,
my little helper,
it never seems to fail me,
and always calms me down.
~
No one understands,
No one tries to help,
I'm to help myself,
My pain reliever.
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 1:19 PM UTC
How can I sleep, when every time I close my eyes nightmares haunt me?
What scares me the most is the they've already come true.
And now my fear is of the past repeating itself.
I awake crying, craving your comfort and understanding.
In the end I'm left a lone because you become angry,
Wishing that I would forget the horrible act you had committed.
Your wish is hopeless because forgetting???
No, never.
It's so hard to trust you like I once did.
You say it was stupid, and an act of anger.
That you were just needing a "stress reliever".
All due to an argument that was simply nothing.
Your revenge? You got it.
You surpassed your goal,
Threw our wonderful relationship out the window.
Now trusting you is almost impossible.
Every thought of that day infuriates me.
Every day, every night, it haunts me.
There was so much between us, to you I suppose,
Wasn't anything at all.
Nothing will ever go back to how it used to be.
Looking at the consequences you set up for yourself,
Is it what you've done you regret, or is coming clean?
You say it's the regret of your deceiving act, to you that maybe true.
And I? In my heart,
I do not believe I will ever know.
Or that I could ever put my heart and soul in to our relationship.
I can love you for all it's worth.
I can even forgive you and forever be there for you.
In the end though, I do believe I will always resent you.
Jun 7, 2012
Jun 7, 2012 at 11:30 AM UTC
I'm the plate you throw in the sink after you and your mother get in a fight,
I'm the hole in the wall you punch after your dad takes away your car,
I'm the words you curse at yourself as you lay on your bed,
I'm the redness in your face as you refuse to calm down,
I'm the deep breaths you take as you realize you hate your home life,
I'm the cigs you smoke too knock off the edge,
I'm your stress relief,
So baby,
Relax.
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 12:49 PM UTC
Some may say that the greatest treat in life is candy;
the temptation of its sweetness longingly lingering on the tongue,
an unsung reliever.
But temptation itself is the only true greatest treat;
the red heat carried through all senses,
marked as the sweetest sin.
Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 1:52 PM UTC
Striking like lightning
Powering like fire
My body screeches for help
What is it yelling for?
Advil?
Aleve?
It doesn’t work
I hope the pain will be washed away like
sand washes from my feet into the ocean
Holding on to dear life
Speechless
Three hours laters later
It’s like i’m resurrected
That pain, the screaming of my weary body.
I forgot that I was having a child
I’m not ready for this
Or maybe I am, when I awake I gazed at a beautiful princess
I am reminded of growing up and a childhood of so much fun.
I am relieved.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 7:10 PM UTC