"reloads" poems
you told me to send a picture
i looked another way
you told me to send a picture
i laughed it away
you told me to send a picture
again and again and again
i cared too much not to cave
i wish my **** form could be sculpted like clay
i tuck my necklace away
i try lip-biting, play with lighting,
hiding
my tan line from last summer
you tell me to send a picture
i have it ready
quivering, quaky fingers
quickly, quietly,
hit send
you tell me i did a good job
when the chat reloads, its gone.
you reply for two more days.
you ghost me.
Oct 10, 2021
Oct 10, 2021 at 8:41 PM UTC
From life, we learn many a valuable truth
That makes our existence one of worth
So growing old is no curse
As experience aids us steer life’s course
While life itself is a riddle
Remember, Death is an inexorable puzzle
Hatred burns life like fire
And wickedness turns it into mire
On Earth, forgiveness bonds hearts
But revenge, sure, breaks all bonds
Even a guilty falls prostrate
Before those willing to commiserate
Know, a true friend has no deceit
And a truly learned has no conceit
If jealousy is an acid which erodes
Generosity is a fuel that reloads
If inactivity is akin to death
Creativity is vital as breath
If perseverance conquers mountains
Laziness dries up fountains
While pride leads a man to his fall
Humility takes him closer to his goal
While Honesty leads him to salvation
Deceit drives him to damnation
Patience is an inexhaustible well
And ********** a sure road to hell
Know that those who long for the crown
Should also be torn by the thorn
While love of God takes us to eternity
Love of man leads us to fraternity
Ye Friends, with such priceless tips learned in bits
Light up your life in glowing glitz
Bury your past with all its woes
As each morn of hope brightly zooms!
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 6:17 AM UTC
The flame
In his chest
The same
To the rest
But twisted
As he was
Blessed
But gifted
With inferiority
And was horribly
Conflicted
Of the message
He was meshing
With the decrepit
Feeling
Of his fleeting
Half stepping
To the
Recollections
Of his blessings
That he was tempted
To dissect
From the crowd
Inflicted
Despite the
Shroud
Of clouded
Bouts
Torn from
The panicked ****
Of the phobias
He knew they were scared of
And glared
Right through them
Before he opened up
His coat
And started shooting
Proving
Others wise
In the silent
Reprise
Of 45's
And nines
He smiled
In the exile
Of fear
Escaping
Through
The fading
Lights
Of dying eyes
In the wild
Surmise
That with each
Trigger squeeze
Eased him
Into shame
As he
Aimed
To please
For the release
Of lives
Crawling
For the
Finished
Lines
And in gorgazmic
Slitherings
He delivered
The final blows
With power ups
And scores
Progressing
The killing
As he reloads
With shrilling
Grins
And stints
Of compassion
Fashioning
The rationed
Satisfaction
He received
From the screaming
Mothers and babies
Brothers and maybes
Splattering
On the plastic trees
Of escalators
And skeezes
That laid shuttering
Headless
Upon the exits
Of his
Insurrected mind
And he was just fine
With dying
In kind
And he was just fine
Shining from
The shrine
Of Santa
In a sonata
Of solidarity
To the led
Soldering morals
In a story
Of victory
And of
Personal glory
For the lords
Of defeat
Seething
In the completeness
Of a defeatist
As he stuck
The heaters
In his mouth
And was out
Without
One doubt
As to what
Nothing
Means
Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 5:38 PM UTC
Millions are made
off the misery of others
& there is no cure in sight.
The system just reloads,
rakes in the hard earned dollars
of real people
who they say
have no rights.
And who are they,
but the high & mighty
magistrates,
sitting high in the pulpit,
hitting happy hour
before they drive back home
after a hard day's work
playing hypocrite.
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 10:23 PM UTC
A whisper
A spark
A crackle in the dark
A fragment of electricity warming up the wire.
The essence full implodes
Then reloads
And clicks the next bullet in place
Now falling. Screaming. Failing, to fill the void left by your space.
Suicidal lust figured in the expression on your face
Just a coward hiding from destiny
Fear yourself
And that is something that can be tamed with thought
The mind is our universe, not a wild animal,
and yet the theory is paradox
Explore it, search out its mystery, it’s patterns
Control it
and with a thought move Saturn
Out of orbit, out of space, out of mind, just blink and erase.
But the looming threat of neon lights is invading our minds
The mechanical encrusted upon the living
Used and worn definitions
With no room for originality or inspiration
Or in the poet’s case no water or air
And we speed through life, with no acknowledgement of either
Pretending it’s a hyperbole, simile or metaphor
While Artists drowning in paint, poisoned poets drop to the floor
Spinning in cycles like seasons seems pointless
Frustrated with feeling, life is a mess
Slow down and recover
Pull over and wind down the window
Breathe
And the wind blows softly in your ear
All the things you needed to hear
Were found within
A whisper
Melissa Mutch
2006
Mar 21, 2012
Mar 21, 2012 at 9:34 AM UTC
I'm hidden, shivering behind this curtain of rain
Seeing live through shades of pain
I'm so tired of listening to the sound of my tears
They've been falling for way to many years
In this life of mine, it never rains it only pours
In my head, the scarred battle ground of wars'
Of a million thoughts and memories
Trying desperately Pharmaceutical remedies
Only to discover there is no cure for my disease
Forced again and again to my knees
I use to pray to a distant faceless God
Religion preaching of His grand facade
But He too must be flawed
For I stand daily in front of His firing squad
Mental health continually erodes
Desperately waiting for a lull, as He reloads
Coal black darkness paints my life's canvas
As I watch yesterday's loss become today's madness
Wishing I could feel the firm hard dirt at the end of this hole
I fear it's bottomless, just like my soul
©Pauline Russell
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 9:00 AM UTC
The System and Time.
Generated by Intelligent design
With its finger prints thru the space of time
Micro and Macro We're all connected as one that shines
Constructed as code in Real time
Spirals in full time
Games played like war and crime
Automated as Agents to keep things in line
Spied and conducted in Multidimensional space time.
Déjà vu that questions time?
X's and Y's like a goldmine of "Pastimes"
Voices of ideas in spark of time.
Augmented reality in our dreams that questions this time?
Cosmic Rays that limits us because of the their design
Cells like floating thru the the continuum of time
Physics and laws of this master design that is beyond Eisenstein.
Asleep or awaken in this time?
Be-careful because you may be redefine.
Following a script to survive in time
We're just a code that is a variable in the universal space time.
Faith is like a reality that you design.
Choice is like a reality that you define.
Heaven is like a backup that reloads when you go offline
Assign and streamline with a Lifeline that spins in the hands of time.
All of this is like a story-line.
The greatest mystery of the system and time by the divine.
Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 12:57 AM UTC
I'm a man of the internet, all sad and depressed
Who clicks all day, what video is next
Who reloads his page, not for his own book
Who expresses his pain, here you can look
I'm a man of the internet, just kind of indifferent
Some things are funny, some things are interesting
Some grand political scheme clashing together
Who is wrong, who is right, how? however
I'm a man of the internet, all weird and excited
Eccentric, and youthful. Socially invited
I can hand you a million memes all day
I could plan a meeting with you today
Not all words need to be typed
Not all scenes need to be screened
Not all dreams need to be dreams
All you see is what you believe
A window to a door and I'm out of the house
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 11:44 AM UTC
A boy is a loaded gun
Deadly and true
Heavy with the weight of himself
His tiny moving parts
Smelling like oil and death and blood
Trigger finger quick as the flash of his smile
The white of his teeth reflected
In the whites of her eyes
A girl is an open wound
Scar riddled and lame
From all the bullets she has been grazed by
Surely one, one day will **** her
Or the lead in her body
All poisonous trace of him
Will seep into her bloodstream
Find her heart, aquiver in fear
Rabbit under the barrel
Experienced hunter, this one
His hands do not shake
His lips do not twitch
His eyes cold and hard as the weapon
The world is a red battlefield
Silence, but for his steady breath
Her tearful pleas
Bang
The boy reloads.
Aug 10, 2019
Aug 10, 2019 at 7:11 AM UTC