"renovate" poems
If I could, I would.
I'd demolish you with the things I can do.
You remake me,
I'll remake you.
If I could, I would.
I'd obliterate all that came before;
Your past, your pain, they'd be no more.
Every brick, every beam, every shard of broken glass....
I'd renovate your body, if you would only ask...
If I could, I would.
I'd enjoy the destruction of all that came before;
Every molecule of pain would be no more.
I'd break down your walls,
assault your salty skin,
make you feel whole,
make you fragile again.
I want to smother your psyche,
make you beg for mercy.
Nothing would be same, nothing would remain.
Beneath our heat, all that was solid melts into thick air.
My mouth swallows your pain,
consumes your frame.
And there we are: destroyed.
Neither who we were, nor who we're yet becoming.
Through our destruction,
we're remade anew.
You remake me,
I'll remake you.
Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 5:58 PM UTC
I am ashamed, Sister!
I live in a house, I want to renovate.
Yours was bulldozed, now you live in a tent.
I need a new car, trade the old one away.
You lost your feet in a bombing yesterday.
I sleep so cozy and warm in a king size bed.
You find comfort in the cold hard floor instead.
Something doesn't work out I'll complain to everyone.
While you hide your tears when you lose someone.
My freezer is full with samosas and pies.
Your tummy sounds are muffled by rockets and cries.
I open my fast with plenty food in my plate.
You are thankful for that single date.
I do some chores my back is sore.
You lost your sons your pain is much more.
My Eid clothes are bought, few hundreds gone.
You were forced to leave with the clothes you had on.
I need a few holidays throughout the year.
You won't abandon your land despite the fear.
I have everything yet I still want more.
You just want peace, the end of this war.
Despite all this you are closer to Allah then I'll ever be.
So I am ashamed sister, ashamed for being me!
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 2:50 PM UTC
I just started my new job
As the handyman in the land of OZ
Seems things haven't been going the same
Since the Wizard up and left that day
First off is that house from Kansas
The one that fell on the Witch of the East
There's no way the Munchkins can move it
So we're going to renovate it right there on the side of the street
And turn it into a Bed & Breakfast
Where all the Good Witches can relax and stay
Then they all won't be so apt to
Commandeer a sphere and float away
After that I'll need to buy some silver paint
As the Tin Man is looking rather dull these days
And while I'm at it might as well, some yellow and green
To give the road and OZ a brand new sheen
And since the Witch of the West has been put to rest
I have all the Flying Monkey helpers I can use
As my professional skills will be put to the test
Giving her dingy castle a good ole OZ spruce
I wonder why they've never had someone before
Oh yea, I've also gotta fix that Knocker on the front door
There are so many things that need to be done
Me being the new Handy Man in the land of OZ
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 6:58 AM UTC
i saw a glimpse of you in that landscape.
it was painted with the colors of your time management
but sometimes you were too impatient.
i swore on biblical verses and too many shots that
you had skyscrapers for fingers and you knew
how to take the best out of me.
we shaped play doh into giants that would walk,
just to renovate and play god for a day since
sometimes we felt too little to even be alive.
we heard the top of buildings laugh,
golden cities never found a place in my heart,
but what do i know?
maybe we just tried to direct, reflect, dissect.
i can't pinpoint my points on your cork board
because there are too many ads telling me about
the things we lost, the moments
we left on the grounds, like low light second levels
and fish bowl blemishes on saturday afternoons.
your catholic boy demeanor, or lack thereof,
was nothing short of a misunderstanding and those who
had the time wanted the resources but those who mattered
didn't have the watch to tell them when to listen.
heart listeners don't show up and god only talks to
skyscrapers,
building off of what is closer when we all need
something to reach out to touch.
heart listeners negotiate by linguistics and wooden
tables,
mapping out the streets and yet
some of us just recycle the paper so we can start
all over again.
some of us just want to be a city,
beating hearts leading giants
to maybe someday talk to time.
Sep 18, 2011
Sep 18, 2011 at 5:52 PM UTC
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Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 5:42 AM UTC
Why am like kid to dance on my father's grave.
Why am not sure about my fallen story of love.
Maybe the passerby call me crazy of course they are not sure about who I am.
But they need to know the truth and the world needs to know all but still my mind is allergic on there quotes.
The world is truly nothing as it gives me reasons to back in my sorrow gracias.
Really our clan is not like wheels, so that we can back in our blood shed, and paint our feathers with the curse of black allies.
But please reflect on me, from my family grave I grew, in eyes of my heart murders I make my roots and again with the hands of my neck slaughters we make our land green by irrigating it with forgiveness and remembrance.
Now you can understand how my pain is my back pack that seek my joy but still be my burden to bring me down of my crown.
My king size my rope, there still a farm we need to renovate and tighten our knots so that the eyes keept at us many needs to change.
As we grow we will understand, once we were church mates later we became killers and others became hunts, once we were brothers later we fights in court, once we were Brothers later we became enemies, haters, and nightmare living.
From my pain I saw my light, I ended up smiling, my God served my soul and brought united
Really they fought, they cured our wombs, they rescued our blood, they vallued our land, and seek my happiness again.
Again we ate our bread with juice instead of roots and thirst, we made it sadly to make happy land ancestry DNA.
Let's build together, let's continue our strategy straight forward to our motto.
I see my lights starting and my vow renewals with my heart beeping maybe am winning and my sword will protect rather than shaddind our blood with innocents soul.
I see Victorious holding victory and the victory is my pride and that's our light.
Apr 8, 2022
Apr 8, 2022 at 4:43 AM UTC
Looking West, I think I can see you
In summer clothes, in sunshine, in light
Surroundings that fit and embrace you
Yet, hoping your eyes search for mine
I can't tell if you are looking Eastward
I don't expect you could pray to the East
On a globe, which horizon is forward?
Which sacrifice will guarantee the yield?
And meantime you shimmer on coastlines
On sand, and at parties, in bars
But I recall you when you were all mine
Quietly answering each other's prayers
Your love is scaffolding built overnight
Surrounding, supporting weathered stone
An unexpected artisan, you revitalise
You renovate and salvage and own
Own me, and this immobile cathedral
Impervious rock to skilled test
A sanctuary for prayers that come Eastward
A place where our love can be blessed
Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 6:39 PM UTC
Coming up from the ground
You see that light
The light that makes you perpetual
Like a feather flowing through the breeze
Deft as an emotion, clear as water
Im open to the world, i'm open to nature
We all have that empty pit in our stomache
When we cant see the sun for what it is
Blocked by the bleakness of winter
But you can get through, you can get through, just keep holdin on
See the forest through the trees
See the trees in the forest
And advice I can give ya, is to not give up
Stuck with fleeting feeling
Of uncontrable variables
And that balance is virture,
We cant renovate the old, so lets change the new
We cant renovate the old, so lets change the new
lets start a revelotuion
New, new, lets make this world.
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 3:14 PM UTC
Renovate yourself.
Whether it is once a year or twice a month:
Become new.
Roll up in your bedsheets and feel the chrysalis change you.
Don't stay the same.
No, don't you dare.
If you stop moving the darkness will catch up
Destroying your dreams,
Your love,
Your hope.
Everything that kept you steady.
Renovate yourself.
Whether it is once a year or twice a month:
Choose change
Before it chooses you.
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 5:54 PM UTC
Fall has come and brought with it a sudden change in energy.
The exhaustion of overheated air now calmly cools to a fresh breeze.
The smell of wet fire nights slowly takes place of *** waxed mornings,
As a warm breath makes its way from toasting your skin to soothing your heart.
A state of situational change commences internally as the external world converts the earth.
Gaia is transforming her body as you renovate your soul.
Each day dawns in gold, trimming the rims of wise leaves.
Nature’s acumen is on display.
She is the only being equally as beautiful throughout her entire life.
Time will never age her, for her heart is eternally youthful.
She lives off the love of those who fuel her being and protect her beauty.
Contrary to popular belief, she is not immortal.
Slowly she is poisoned by ignorance and disrespect.
The souls of the wicked eat her light and mask their meal in meaningless schemes and machinery.
She stands no chance in a world of egocentricity.
Her only hope is archaic revival.
Oct 7, 2011
Oct 7, 2011 at 2:55 AM UTC
Were I given a life to return
To hold again my newborn son,
I'd take time to be present,
Really "there,"
Beside, behind him,
As he learned to run.
Instead of the tower on the hill
I tried unsuccessfully to be,
I'd walk beside him on the path,
Reminded of my boyhood memories;
I'd leave the sermons to the priest and be the dad.
I'd get us shovels,
Deep to dig our conversations,
Embrace the work and sweat and look for more,
Pick and bar our way to Rock,
Drill and blast our anchors to the floor.
Before the storm surge of his teenage years,
I'd strive to see strong footings were in place,
Weld strong the structures while the girders rise,
Pray the work would stand the weather's cruel face.
The past, now present has me chilled;
The distances are lost in haze;
What I see now from my distant hill
Reveals broken structures to be razed.
God grant us time to renovate and fill
Remaining years to bring Him praise.
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 1:05 AM UTC
I remember crying over Chopin.
I was twenty years old
and coming down from alcoholism.
There were words in the
hammers and strings,
but I couldn't understand
a word that they were saying.
Around that time I started meditation.
A room to renovate, I took
a step-ladder to the astral realm
and spilled poetry from my dreams.
I was twenty years old
and in the process of quitting.
It's a slow-burner, even now.
There were doctrines for self-actualisation.
I was moved to understand them
in a smattering of conspiracy theories,
Buddhist mantras, and lazy hikes.
I wore sunglasses and shorts
in Gran Canaria, and strived
to get you out of your dress.
I remember swimming in the cenote
and conjuring breeze from
the warmth of your breath.
I would soak into wine and
stolen cigarettes, as you toyed with
your bikini in the mirror. I remember
the freckles along your inner thigh.
Around that time I worked a living
scanning bar-codes and forcing
hangovers down until lunch.
There was a tiredness gained
that cannot be shaken off,
and a lust for justice
amputated at the tip.
There were road-side sandwiches
and flicks of hair in the wind.
You pinned me to the bed
and showed me what love meant.
Three years on and I'm an old man.
There are friendships contained
in memories, as I think back to when
I was twenty years old.
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 8:54 PM UTC
Forget Portland and Austin and Santa Cruz.
Those famously strange places,
where the tourists gawk at local weirdos.
Here is not there.
Here is the place of advice such as:
“When life gives you meatballs put a wig on a dog.”
—True story.
Here is the place where:
“With all good things in life you just have to wipe the bird **** off.”
The place where steel and marble Confederate ghosts,
watch the wealthy renovate their westward homes along a cobblestone road.
Where paintings are propped to rot up in alleys,
and buzzing twenty-somethings on their way back from a show,
shake it and tilt it and carry it home.
—Gilded frame and all.
This is the place of painted concrete where walls are canvases,
and red bricks pop out of the ground,
the tree roots poking through to trip you.
Here’s where the People’s Beer comes from Milwaukee,
but we replaced the R in ribbon with here,
and sell it by the caseload when it rains and when it’s Tuesday.
Where young people go to find themselves getting lost becoming someone else,
remixing history to not admit naivety,
before they’ve been sandpapered through experience.
—To a core.
This is an ink-stained but not splattered place.
Where lines are careful, permanent and abundant,
and on Fridays can cost 13 bucks.
Here is the place where people roam like that restaurant rabbit:
listless and nomadic and stuck.
Where there’s a wild streak in its heart that follows the tracks,
and cuts the city in half.
This is the place that Carvers itself out into cultures,
and you can be from the Bottom,
or proud to be a Rat.
Here is where you night-drive over the bridge,
see the skyline and feel restlessly content.
Here is home.
—For now.
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 12:50 AM UTC
Have you ever had one of those days
Where you just feel sane?
No reason to why
The clouds just withhold all their rain
And you're sailing on your way...
Have you ever had one of those days
Where everything feels strange?
Like nothing is original
And passing thoughts cant be tamed?
Have you ever had one of those days
Where the suns rays penetrate and renovate
Invigorate your being
Leaving you feeling as though you can touch the highest of ceilings?
Have you ever had one of those days
Where everything thing happens all at once
One minute your napping
The next your arms are flapping
Getting stressed and restless
Relentless flitting decisions
Narrowing tunnel vision
Hearing that's constantly shifting
Contracting and relaxing
Entangling webs and..
Have you ever had one of those days...
Where you wanted to write about it?
Apr 16, 2022
Apr 16, 2022 at 5:49 PM UTC
Emotions and negative feelings
people's poisonous barbs
attacks and regret
Shame and anger
become bottled up
into a prescription bottle
or better yet
one of those old
medicine cabinets that you drop your razors
into the slot it the back
more and more the rusty razors pile
up into the pit of unseen darkness
One day soon it will be
time to renovate and you will have to
deal with those razors in the wall
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 7:49 AM UTC
Did you say something?
No.
I thought you were going to say something?
Only that I love you more and more everyday, and I want to wake up like this, in this bed, with this cup of coffee and this teddy bear every morning forever. Only that I combed threw all 1,284 photos of you on the internet until I could confidently conclude that I'm the prettiest girl you've ever loved or kissed or seen. That I've already imagined our wedding (springtime on the cape), our children (adorable) and our farmhouse we will renovate until it looks like the ones on tv. Only that right now I love you, and its eating me alive.
Nope.
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 11:19 PM UTC
I smoke and I think. I lament and I drink.
I tell myself in a few months it'll be someone else's name; and I tell myself that name will bring about a contrasting feeling to what yours brings me now
I lie to myself
But still I act surprised when your name stumbles through every corridor of my mind, opening every door and sabotaging every room - yet still finding nothing inside my intellect appealing to renovate into something beautiful.
I clean up the rooms, I tighten lock the doors, I set alarms but none of it stops you from breaking in and destroying everything again.
I rebuild stronger each time and when I think I've finally locked you out and I think you've given up, you carefully pick each lock and you decimate everything again, leaving nothing beautiful for anyone else that passes by to relish, forcing them to leave without any interest of coming back.
Why the **** are you doing this to me?
You've been incarcerated in my subconscious and you long to escape.
And I won't let you.
So you destroy everything in your sight hoping the destruction will force me to set you free. But darling, I've lost the key to the only entrance of my mind and I don't have the strength to break open the gates myself until I've rebuilt everything I've allowed you to destroy.
I continue to lie to myself
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 8:25 PM UTC
if I could renovate my life
as you'd renovates your place
if I could get rid those lousy-things
as you'd throw away your good-for-nothing things
if I could fix my life
like fixing broken parts in your room
if I could do it over
like painting over the walls
if this life is an interior designs
that possess before and after
if my life that worn-out at "before"
could turn into the glamorous "after"
can I renovate it?
Jun 28, 2021
Jun 28, 2021 at 12:47 AM UTC
Who's fashioned a black hole in reverse
over Mexico's Gulf to start the countdown ?
Who was it rendered the earth null and void
before Father made us to be like Him ?
Slewfoot it was, in the beginning
Be sure, it is he again
riding the pale horse of death
spreading his cloak of darkness
over the choking fish
As before, Father will send Yeshua
to renovate things back as they were
Let there be light (again), etcetera
Only this time your favorite vampire hero
gets imprisoned in the abyss ...
a real black hole, for a thousand years
to join the angels that left their stations
before the deluge covered the earth
That's the macro view from outer space
right now on Channel Three in One
How are things back at your place ?
Is darkness covering the deep there too ?
Will you be one taken from the field
or he left grinding in the mill ?
It's not rapture He's talking about
Come let us reason together
The time draws near
Jul 10, 2010
Jul 10, 2010 at 1:19 PM UTC
Looking down from the 7th floor of this 6-story apartment
In my head I calculated if it would work
And if I should even leave anything behind
"Don't waste your time on me anymore"
That's what I've wanted to say
But there would be no point in trying to get through
No more anything anymore
If I just make myself go through with it
I just want to go back
To another me
Back to the first story
A story I have never told anyone
Long forgotten and buried under
This pile of misdirection and lies
One day I will find it, so until then
I will keep digging out my insides
And I won't stop
Because god has an apartment complex
To renovate
Renovate
Renovate
Renovate
Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 11:11 PM UTC
I feel it coming on the breeze…
A wealth of shivers
Renews my identity
Harsh like a torrent
Licking my misery
Call it a balm
I call it “anemology”
Uncovering the ignorance in me
What can renovate the heartless
Still morgue strung with darkness?
None but breeze
None but Serenity
Sway the trees
And uncover the forest of me
Turbines on the hill
Bend me to Your will
Childlike branches
Snap like evergreens
They bumble and burn
To tumble and turn
Call it a mystery
I call it “delivery”
Uncovering Wasteland me
My arms are pumice
My feet are clay
I fall from malice
A thousand times a day
None but breeze
Can refresh my fidelity
None but breeze
Brings me to my knees
Call it the calm
I call it “Sovereignty”
Uncovering the darkness in me
I feel it coming on the breeze
The freedom of recovery
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 11:07 PM UTC
I am inside a room
It is so wonderful
Seated on a complaining bed
"Kiki kaka kiki kaka"
The bed is complaining
On it is a three inch mattress
It is shrinked to one inch
Before me is a table
Full of complaining books
Others lack hard cover
Others pages were used as tissue
Others pages were used as insulators
On top of one is a Brocken pig pen
It ran short of ink
And it is complaining
Working under unfavourable conditions
To my left is a stove
"Chululululu"
The rice it a sufuria are complaining
The gas is smelling
At the furthest corner is a radio
Complaining, shortage of power
........................................
Life cannot be such promising
Seated alone and talking with apparatus within
I am spending today
To renovate them all
That next time
They praise not complain !
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 6:27 AM UTC
That boy's got my heart in a silver cage
To capture it, he spent days and days
But once it was seized, he locked it up
then looked at it once, and left it to rot.
He would come up to it, between 6 month intervals,
And bring it back to life, like it wasn't any trouble,
But then he'd grow dark and smash it into two,
and the cycle repeats, through and through.
He used to slip his fingers in the between the bars,
And cared for my heart, and played with my stars
He'd polish my prison, and renovate it pretty
and make sure I'm looking, when he swallows the key.
You see, the thing is:
I could escape and flee with a snap of my fingers,
I've come very close but I always linger
He teases and tortures but it's heavenly agony
I close my eyes, turn around and let him take me.
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 3:39 AM UTC
good enough kramer talks
surrender thought volvo maniac
sniffing sound righteous ******
empty flask google doppio's
maternal cup dummy brand
fenix ghetto spy force
renovate ****** wall mart
resonance water croquet bug
material overture kiss A4-paper
rover many people bag
shut fine coffee power
justice cloth measly rent
communal broth pixel time
went minimum swag beautify
agenda question sweet march
improvement mayhem make swivel
waste croneys quiet myriad
composition tommy beat hometeam
cement mother merit fence
wanton founding four swing
jetfuel matchless assignment queen
stansford mediocre serious cat
innuendo phone insult ball
mental song quenching treat
indiginous mate patron verily
putrid how moat minimum
meaning penitentiary sliver anything
black flow rivet leech
****** magazine prada hand
colony policy randy coinage
sovereign christ kingdoms manly
mentions quit quill before
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 5:26 AM UTC
Bought somethings that you want
Hated the things that you need
It's all pretty and fun
Puckering up your small *** lips
But once the sun hit
You can't refund it.
You felt uncomfortable in your own skin
And your body is too ************* thin
But just so you know
That women and men
Aren't supposed to be treated like this.
God made us perfect in every inch
Of our face, of our legs, of our hands
But beauty is all that people dreams
Perfect is all that people think.
If you aspire to renovate every inch of your body,
Then where's the girl that she used to be?
Where's the guy that I used to see?
Where's the heart that used to be free?
Jun 21, 2019
Jun 21, 2019 at 9:57 AM UTC