"reloaded" poems
Sunsets.
Growing up I never liked the nights, As a child it signified the end of play with the rule that you had to be indoors at dawn.
I remember the evil ticking sound of the tremulous hands of time as we were separated from our friends,
with the sun wrapping up in the fragrant petals of the freezing cold nights.
A spirit locked inside a world of silence and pure nothingness.
The hot fire sparks assaulting my fragile skin of the hands over the fire at the compulsory fireplace,It's streaks of sorrow still trace their way into my soul.
Until the day [God knows when] I saw the beauty of colors blending together, forming a magical hue through (You guessed it.)
a cheap camera lens.
Sunset is twice as beautiful through a camera lens.
Now more than ever I go sit at my betch, snap the beautiful sunsets, and caption them with a nervous pulse knowing it’ll soon end. Only fair since nothing lasts forever.
Darkness closes in, the fun begins. I reach for your hand.
"Come with me into darkness."
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 4:36 AM UTC
The Annual POCU Fashion Show held by the campus organization “People of Color United,” was held in the Student Activities Center on Saturday, April 18. The fashion show is the final activity of the year held by POCU. Junior Martell Prayear and senior Miranda Jackson were the show’s hosts and announcers.
The fashion show is a competition where various designers, or teams of designers, are required to create outfits that adhere to a general theme, but also incorporate the designer’s unique, personal concepts. This year, the general theme for the fashion show was: Thrift Shop. Each designer, or group of designers, was required to utilize clothes purchased from the local Goodwill and maintain a $50 budget. Preparations for the event, Jackson said, were very short. “I was really surprised how well it turned out, because we started practicing for the show at four o’clock that day,” Jackson said. “They typically start practicing way a head of time.” Despite the delayed preparation, the fashion show was an overall success. The first designer to present at the fashion show was Victoria Webster.
Webster’s fashion line was inspired by professional work attire. “I think it can be hard transitioning college wear into professional wear, on a budget,” Webster said of her outfits. Webster was able to find three models to wear the clothes, which she said was a combination of the model’s personal items, as well as those purchased through Goodwill. The second fashion line presented at the fashion show was designed by Iyana Lynch. For her personal theme, Lynch designed outfits that were inspired by the different seasons. The third designer to present that evening was Alyssa Nieset. Inspired by 90’s menswear, Nieset designed a line of androgynous outfits. The final clothing line presented was a team effort from: Jeanita Blue and Angel Powell.
Their theme was considered “90’s Reloaded,” and featured various throwbacks to 1990’s pop culture such as TLC and The Spice Girls. Blue said that most of the outfits in their fashion line were inspired by “eco-friendly fashion,” and were intended to decrease hesitation toward shopping at thrift stores. While the judges finalized the scores for each designer or team, the Urban Dance Association entertained the crowd with a quick performance. The judge’s scores resulted in a tie between Jeanita Blue & Angel Powell, and Iyana Lynch. Despite the general tie, Blue and Powell were awarded first place, while Lynch was granted second place. There was an off-campus reception held in Cleveland after the event. Read more here:www.marieaustralia.com/purple-formal-dresses | www.marieaustralia.com/green-formal-dresses
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 10:36 PM UTC
The hp deathstar had all but sqaushed are rebellion.
And the pub falcon was being looked for parked in front of everycyber bar across the net so it really ****** cause capt Gonzo
was really thirsty.
We had taken refuge on endor for awhile untill
thoose fury bastards got pissed over a simple misunderstanding
they sure were some horney little teddy bears .
In thinking over were to hide there was mention
of eurainus to which I replied.
Get your mind outta the gutter man.
you just said eurainus.
Cp bathsebo and R2 Swanson said s0mething to which
I jokingly replied hush the men are talking once wasnt to smart.
Ever been kick to the grown by a steel high heel shoe
hopefully the numbness will wear off.
Master golden had taught me much
but that was many drinks ago.
How am i supposed to remember that far back
yesterday was a blur.
So **** it lets kick his *** already jack skyhorner said.
Darth Elliot was mighty the battle was hell.
I would have joined in but someone had to rob the liqour
cabinet besides Honzo Gonzo a bit of a hangover.
As the stormtroppers aproached screamed like a 13 year old girl and ran to fire up the pub falcon.
As the others said what about jack I said im sorry but he's gone
it was brutle i took out as many as could.
But Jack would want us to move on.
Just then Jack appeared and said nice scream gonz.
We blasted across the gallaxy with no direction cause ya know
how guys are about asking for directions.
Fully stocked and and reloaded so to speak.
Drath Elliot was amighty foe.
But no match for the outcast girly screaming
Capt Gonzo
Mar 23, 2010
Mar 23, 2010 at 1:45 PM UTC
Back and Reloaded
I rock waves
My voice controls chaos in motion
Every breathe I set off explosions 💥
Split you ***** ****** apart like the ocean
I have the power, feeling like I'm Moses
Praying with spells to return home
with expectations from expialadocious!
I am feeling alive for the moment!
Murderous mind, might slaughter my mother loving opponent
99 Problems, Team Beat It Up, None of you don't want it!
Walk it like I talk it.
Make you hustle and work
Like crossfit!
Be on ****** *** like debt
I am on it, like I own it!
****
Cash Rules Everything Around Me
Except dreams
Corruption Ruins Earth AlignMENT
DON'T FALL FOR THE SCHEMES
2021 IT'S TIME FOR A CHANGE
SO TELL ME WHAT
YOU GOT IT MADE
DOING THE SAME **** THING?
May 21, 2021
May 21, 2021 at 4:01 AM UTC
“Humankind: be kind – be One!
I am appalled at what’s been done.
Benign intentions must restrain us.
Hate should never entertain us.”
The toad comedian Ban Ki-Moon
croaked a pitiful One-World tune
while gunmen paused, reloaded, armed
checked that they had no comrades harmed –
and then prepared for further battle
against the clueless kuffar cattle.
Ban stood upright to intervene;
surveyed the terrorific scene…
muezzins chanted, mullahs chuckled
swords were sharpened, bomb-vests buckled.
Dhimmi dim-wits went on shopping.
(Are heads in sand less prone to chopping ?)
Hesitating, he cleared his throat,
raised his pitch by a quarter note:
“These acts are most undemocratic
We are saddened; yet emphatic – “
(no one heard his discourse further
drowned by the sound of massive ******
So let’s consider what is meant
by rolling heads and bodies splattered…
time for Truth to represent
(as if such inconvenience mattered…)
Such events disturb our sleep
and force us to compose, on waking,
lullabies for drowsy sheep
as predators are overtaking.
Flags of doom and holy slaughter,
sons of Ishmael filled with rage
are coming for your wife and daughter
and yourself. You turn the page.
Rising now to storm your tower
(7th century back to bite you),
Allah brings satanic power
to convert you or to smite you.
****** dhimmis would have us think
such rage is due to unemployment;
pure confusion on the brink
of funding further troop deployment.
Meanwhile, mullahs sip their tea
while tenured academics prattle
watching MSNBC
as soldiers die in battle.
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 8:31 PM UTC
forget?
FORGET ???
forget??
I can only hope I will never forget again the lessons of my Heart's teaching, that to lay
aside the bleeding pen of my now and again rush to trust
leaves only deeply grieving, with no quick way of leaving
the memories of another careless unjust
which seems to gather no dust
just the edgy ripping of another
heart of gold dripping
breath by breath
that only leads to
more deserts of pain
reloaded with
Alone again.
~rumorsofme~
Oct 27, 2010
Oct 27, 2010 at 11:56 PM UTC
"Blood keeps drinking away, certain of its destination. Driving through New Orleans at night. Gotta find a destination...just one fix." ~ Ministry
Sick
I gargle your blood one last time
I hear you tell stories of authors
you love so much
while inside my head digs tunnels
to China
At first unwrapping,
(a child with no eyelids)
the chunk of tar
always seems fist-sized - until it is gone
High
You are suddenly there,
a cool summer morning anxious to be far too hot,
wind blows through you as if it were
balloons
in rainbow hues.
Reloaded conception, sanity.
Sick
Stupid -
doing your part by recycling cans,
wasting water cleaning each one out,
equation a zero-sum,
positive multiplied by a negative.
Aokigahara, a Sea of Trees,
redolence of a carrion flower attracts flies.
They land, bring up dissolution and
spread your legs
where they deposit the eggs.
Beachy Head, a white plume of efflorescent death.
Apr 24, 2011
Apr 24, 2011 at 8:00 PM UTC
he sighted
a ****** of crows
lined on a dead oak branch
he could see only silhouettes
against a gray dawn sky
he closed one eye
pulled both triggers
on grandpa’s old gun;
all of them save one fell
from the lifeless limb
the sole survivor
looked down on him,
but did not move, not an inch
not even when he reloaded,
aimed and shot again
Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 2:28 PM UTC
At first his hand prints were soft
Touching me gently, slowly and softly
Then his ego got fed
They became hard
Found strength to swing
My face the target
Swinging and swinging
He hit with a passion
I was his lover and his target
I forgave and he reloaded
Bullets in hands
Shot and my heart he destroyed
My inside pain became seen by many
Bruises and bumps, cut lips and black eyes
They asked why I never left
I told them he took something from me
He took my heart and left me feeling empty
To fill that void I replaced his love with my pain
Some called him an abuser
I called him my lover
To me it was all the same
Oct 3, 2017
Oct 3, 2017 at 7:57 PM UTC
forget?
FORGET ???
forget??
I can only hope I will never forget again the lessons of my Heart's teaching, that to lay
aside the bleeding pen of my now and again rush to trust
leaves only deeply grieving, with no quick way of leaving
the memories of another careless unjust
which seems to gather no dust
just the edgy ripping of another
heart of gold dripping
breath by breath
that only leads to
more deserts of pain
reloaded with
Alone again.
~rumorsofme~
Oct 27, 2010
Oct 27, 2010 at 11:58 PM UTC
The little metal box it.hides in plain site behind the velvet painting of a Zulu warrior slightly off center a bit to the right.
The warrior. Hmmm.No The vault.
A naked dwarf. He struggles quietly at midnight to gather and drag my blocks of raw marble across crystaline floors to the vaault then
He stands there for hours before clcking the numbers.Clack goes the handle. Success.
The hinges have rusted since last deposit. He looks furtively over his shoulder as the metalic groan turns to a squeek. Abra cadabra.
Time to do work. Stealthy old fella he whistles while he works.
One block,two, three and so.
He forces the stones through a the four square door.
Rubs his hands together. Wipes the drivle from his chin
Then walks out the door backwards. The one he came in.
My vault is reloaded with pleasure and pain.
So I can write poetry again and again.
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 11:31 AM UTC
Written by Diana Garcia
Oh the beauty I've created
This party of texture has me inebriated
With the right amount of finesse.
All the best foods leave a mess.
And this burger is finger licking good.
I'm living in between meals right now
So please don't let me be misunderstood.
Avocado breakfast burger, you are my god
Cause I've a single prayer, not for money not for a hot rod.
I prayed so my tummy could be full.
Not to any religious icon, to me that's all kind of dull..
I prayed to my skillet, hoping someday I'd be able to fill it...
**I've got good rhyme going I hope I don't **** it**
It should be a crime to be this poor.
But it's better than sleeping on the floor
It's better than a million scenarios of which I don't have much time to explore.
For now my tummy is reloaded
Onward I go, happily bloated..
Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 2:12 PM UTC
Let him sleep tonight
For his bed has been made.
A corrugated cotton sheet spangled red and blue
Reposing over hackneyed *****
Soothing the sores and aches of his daily grind.
Let him sleep tonight
For his eyes are heavy
From the sight of comrades blown sky bound
Where he hopes to unite with them
For moments where they can rest at wanting ease.
Let him sleep tonight
For he has already heard his lullaby -
An opus of shrapnel and sirens
Bleeding through a shell-shock ensemble
Singing to the rhythm of the reloaded gun.
Let him sleep tonight
For his flesh has gone cold
And his voice left desiccate,
Thirsty for the warmth that only an eternal blood and
Brotherhood can offer.
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 4:08 PM UTC
my mind will finally be hollow when explosive entities of its existential warfare finally self destruct.
until then,
Recondite rifles are ruthlessly reloaded with unanswerable questions regarding the purpose of seemingly non purposeful things;
lack of resolve wrecks me.
Unanswered ammunition degrades cerebral cells, intercepting normal neural connections:
I cannot think properly in the midst of pellets of panic
until then,
Selfless soldiers employed by future uncertainty battle against selfish soldiers of MY physical being, employed by my diminishing desire for sanity.
They engage in trench warfare: digging desolate ditches, hammering holes, all of which eventually collapse and contribute to the constant compression of my cortex.
But Compliments and Hope fracture into particles of sand that are ****** into the openings in my pupils by amorphous wind which is structureless anyway
these particles are vacuumed down my optic nerves and pile into pillars of petrifying plant-based picket fences that try to guard against the existential warfare plaguing my mind
But more explosive entities enter through my ears and reproduce in my temples waiting to self destruct
until then,
Forces convolute: existential warfare compresses my cortex into inevitable flat nothingness, while pitiful pillars of disillusioning dust collapse because the wind that whisked them inside NEVER EXISTED ANYWAY
Eventually i will implode
Until then,
numbness gnaws at my heart to balance the bullets
waiting to implode
until then,
Existential Warfare bombards my brain with bullets of black metal
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 4:55 PM UTC
By Arcassin B
"Its simple as me and you,
Simple as one and two,
Simple as a church being filled up in these pews,
You think this the real you?
Will Reincarnation make the same you?
Will you go to a heaven-like state or a dying Hellish virtue,
So many choices , you gotta choose,
To be honest,
Might be beneficiary to you,
Open up your eyes,
Death is not the end,
Dead not dead at all,
Its spookism,
Everyone got a time,
Got a date,
Everyone has their cake ,
Inherited their space,
Matrix Reloaded so many times,
We need the spell to break."
New poem titled "Reloaded" full poem link below <<<<
✅️
Jan 4, 2025
Jan 4, 2025 at 5:50 PM UTC
after spending
a lifetime on love
writing epic fiction
about romeo and juliet
Before I could escape
faith decided
to automatically
delete my lover
It destroyed my life work
I had put my soul on hold
I had tired uploading
but all was lost
the page reloaded
I was frantically
trying to PROTECT
my faithful lover
from a system that
destroys anything beautiful
I was dictated a new start
by force
Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 4:42 PM UTC
* The cemeteries are full of "if only's" and "I swear I never meant what I said's"
* My eyes hang like torn hammocks after a thunderstorm.
* You can't turn poetry into prose, believe me, it's like turning a goodbye into a bowl of narcotics.
* Burning cigarettes in pairs like a reenactment of the twin towers.
* I see your shadow in the corner of dark alleys, clutching a bottle of whisky and my notebook.
* I am having a conversation with every doorway you've stormed out of.
* I am the drunken murmur on the lawn of a funeral home.
* Your ringtone is the sound of a pistol being reloaded.
* But does he kiss you like you are an ocean and although he's terrified of the water, he's perfectly fine with drowning?
* Drowning myself in alcohol because your eyes make me sea sick.
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 5:04 PM UTC
like a flash of lightning striking a proud and strong tree
smiting it at its core
relinquishing it of its sturdy base and graceful posture
reducing it to a mere slump on the floor
how does one pull themselves together
when it feels as if their chest has exploded
a ***** trapped door in your mind
imploring you to try reminisce, memories reloaded
you have been robbed of such luxuries
reminisce at your own peril
pass that stairwell where your passions knew no bounds
enter the room where your fruit of love first blossomed
there is no joy, just a dark tunnel and empty sounds
blindly, try feel your way out
you feel every memory on that cold wall
slicing your hand on the shards of your broken love
streams of blood to match those streams from your face to the floor
but wounds heal
scabs form and the bleeding will end
but what about the wounds within
does a shattered heart ever truly mend
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 4:40 PM UTC
Look who's back
with a lyrical attack
One to divide all nations
But I'm trapped in a game
Where I can't even make a name
Isn't it a shame
Still looking for someone to blame
What's the reason
that keeps me from making music
Guess it's time I came to claim
What is rightfully mine
I've been down a hard road
A bandit in time
And holding me back
That's is a crime
By the grace of God
I've got to give all I've got
And maybe that isn't a lot
But you think that will stop me
I think not
I had to come back
With brand new tactics
Cuz lets face it
I've let this go on for far too long
And to not do anything
would just be wrong
It's time to build an army
Come back strong
Cuz I've been waiting
For a moment for far too long
Yep guess I got it going on now
Anticipation is starting to build
And I may not have much *** appeal
But that doesn't mean
I can't make you squeal
Say my name,
ain't no more chains
Holding me down
Got my gun reloaded
Back for another round
And maybe you scratched
my name In the side
Of a piece of shrapnel
Try break my pride
Think I give a **** what you think
**** life's not bliss
Living on the edge of a knife like this
come along for a ride
Inside of my mind
Come through the darkness, blind
That's not enough to keep me
Off of my grind
The stars realigned
For a person with passion
I'm back on the rise
No natural disaster can stop me
No bullet can **** me
No razor blade cuts will scar me
Sometimes things cut deep
But I'm impenetrable
After everything I've been through
Won't burn through the pages
Don't lie, you know I'm dangerous
Not afraid to dance on the tables
Cuz I've been through it all
Ain't nothing gonna phase me no more
©2017 Written By Benji James
Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 5:34 AM UTC
I was early to bed but soonest my eyes were forced open
It was time to ******
Moving with one eye closed in my script of pausing the melting dream.
This day was rare only once it came
It obeyed to all my options as i ashered it in with hugs for 24hour plan
You make me lazy and strong
To drink and yet work, yes i love all how about to read, watch, visit; forgetting a morrow story, though by dawn it comes crawling to my bed.
A ring of reminder, list is reloaded non & accomplished.
See what you have done to me
You only come once with much joy and pain
I return for slumber to the songs of birds
Then assurance is to me that a one 24 is a terrorist and judge of my 6 tage.
Sep 9, 2016
Sep 9, 2016 at 11:34 PM UTC
Song is my choice, what say you brothers?
Rick reloaded his bow, nocked it back, aimed his next assualt,
He'd use symphony to set her free, see the girl released from silence,
Or cleanse her of the inner monster sullying her soul, plaguing her mind,
And crushing her heart.
John smiled, drew back his humming axe for more blows to come,
He rose his tenor to lift leaves and rocks, in clods and clumps,
Stealing foundation away from treacherous underbellies, slithering towards them,
Drawn fangs overflowing with venom, bringing the ground to a sizzle,
Rushed as a blurry confluence of approaching green, darting back and forth,
Paul removed his hand barring Kevin from impulse, allowing him to strike,
Delving into the allowance of angels.
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 5:59 PM UTC
Pellets to the gun
I know this night hasn't been fun
Running out of excuses
On why I say no
But if I say anything
I glow
So what do I know?
I can never admit it
But you don't know how many times I've reloaded just to unload.
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 12:50 AM UTC
If I remember correctly
That book that you taught
The BS we all bought
Specifically, said
No false idols in god’s stead
But today I see
Your televised priest
Asking for a G-6
Some deep strange ****
Talking about how
If god wants me to be rich
Hold up I thought Jesus said
Denounce all worldly goods
And follow me
Not get rich on cable tv
And thou shalt not lie
Well you blew that guy
When you told your wife
You’d be out for the night
But went out to **** some guy
Get two for one
Cause you just committed adultery son
I recall turn the other cheek
Not go out and get a gun
To shoot someone
With whom you disagree
And do we have to add
Thou shalt not ****
I also recall
The meek will inherit the earth
And as you have done
Unto the least
So you have done to me
Which doesn’t mean
******** on the poor
While sitting on your nice porch
I’m sure you got a lot to say
You can go on and shout out
About how we need to pray
But maybe you could start
Acting in a way
That doesn’t make your Jesus
Want to run the **** away
And stay in a place
Where he doesn’t have to face
Such deep hypocrisy
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 11:43 AM UTC
Where Ever U Go...
...Oh The Places U Will Go!!
Whatever U Do...
...Oh The Things U Will Do!!
As U begin this journey new
A poem I have penned 4...
Loup
Lupo
Lobo
Wolf
Ma’ iingan
...U
The voice
The very powerful voice
Rises deep within the aesculus
Creates a fullness, a resonance
Shaking the buckeye
And opening the 3rd Eye
Light afoot...
...through a dreamlike state
U glide through the underbrush
Time being taken, no rush
U stop and raise your voice
For in this matter U have no choice
Whether a Growl
Whether a Howl
Your powerful voice...
...is the release of your soul
Your song rises high
Streaming across the sky
Your own hOwlPERA
Or so U thought!!!
Because in this instance
From far off in the distance
Came that familiar, comforting call
That brings warmth with each snowfall
Touching your well trained ear
U know there is nothing to fear
A calm passes over U...
...for U know
That this message is true
And meant specifically for U
"Please Remember...
...I'LL ALWAYS Be There 4 U"
(c) 2017 Shawn White Eagle
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 11:06 PM UTC
I asked myself, "Why gravity pulls me down, when I aim up so high?"
as you watch me fly up in the sky
I will beat Gravity
I will kick gravity like Jet Li
Mass and Weight dont count to me,
I will go Bruce Lee on gravity
Gravity is forever an Enemy
I was born to be a star, so how can I shine when I am being pulled down?
I am not just another one in the Crowd being directed by Sanity
I am fighting Gravity with my Insanity:
A Metrix Reloaded fantasy! Watch me defeat my Enemy
Watch my Poetry Defy Gravity in a million ways
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 5:27 AM UTC