"rutine" poems
I'm exhausted from this rutine,
I need for my soul some medicine.
With a slow pace time passes.
Am I a sheep among the masses?
Every day at six I'm awake.
Portal quote; don't believe the cake.
So why don't I just walk away?
We both know I will, but not today.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 8:52 AM UTC
Walking down the busy streets in downtown Madrid,
a father gives his hand to his son.
Alone as they are.
No mommy.
No wife.
They walk through the crowd. Faces just come and go.
The father's rutine this kid walks in awe.
The kid suddenly stops as daddy asks why?
He answers "Look, daddy. The princess of stars."
The father, confused, tries to find said woman,
but fails to see what his offspring just saw
for this princess does not wear fancy clothes or a crown.
She doesn't have a royal court or a gown.
The kid's eyes are glowing with joy and excitement.
He finds it hard to believe what his eyes just saw.
The most beautiful woman ever to stride before him.
The princess he's heard of in many stories before.
Dad doesn't understand what's special about this lady.
She wears high heels, bad hair and few clothes.
Cigarette in hand, red lips selling pleasure.
Sad look in her eyes, and in her heart just hope.
The kid lets go of his father's grasp.
Runs towards the lady with a smile on his face.
He says "Hello, my fair princess. I don't wish to bother,
but may I have one kiss? One I can't erase."
The lady, surprised, asks "Me? A princess?
I'm sorry, dear, but I'm quite the opposite.
But I'll give you a kiss for being such a gentleman,
and treating this lady like no man ever has."
She leans towards the kid. His eyes filled with joy.
She imprints the silhouette of her lips in the sweet boy's cheek.
Father catches up with his darling son,
and excuses his kid for any trouble caused.
She says, in the sweetes voice "I'll have to thank you.
Your son just came over and brighten my day."
He looks up to her, and they share a quick glance.
What happened next I'll tell some other time.
Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 11:16 AM UTC
*de kloge mennesker siger at det er farligt at bruge,
iskoldt metal,
for at føle sig levende.
men bare at gå igennem livet som en,
rastløs rutine,
uden at leve overhovedet,
må da være mindst ligeså farligt.
(e.k.j.)*
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 9:24 AM UTC
uhåndgribeligt, fragmenteret
forvirret
mudret
tunnelsyn, papirsfly, sammenkrøllet note
opmærksomhedskrævende intethed
larmende stilhed
sukkende sindstilstand
jeg føler mig separeret fra min egen krop, fra mine egne handlinger, fra denne verden og himmelrummet og tankerne og sidste år
tåge, sumpet, nysgerrigt; hemmeligt
struktureret tilintetgørelse
frakoblet virkelighed
rutine-kunst, ikke fra hjertet eller hovedet men fra hånden
udslukt, for nu
vi vender tilbage efter vi har fikset de tekniske problemer
nu: afsted til IKEA, discountmøbler i dårlig kvalitet som alle alligevel køber
verden smelter sammen omkring os og vi vil ikke indse det; ikke SE DET
menneskelig fejhed, menneskelig fejl
terrorangst og global opvarmning og fattigdom og ****** up
EN UGES PAUSE
som mininum
hvis det endelig skal være, så skær mig dog helt væk; fjern det hele
ikke endnu
er træt af at lave noget - er træt af ikke at lave noget
det hele står stille og kører med 300 km i timen på én gang
sælsomt
livet er som en sky
flyvende, himmelen er ikke blå
virkelighedschok
jeg er! jeg er! du er! vi er!
min verden er aldrig blevet set fra andet end mine menneskelige øjne
vestlig, menneskelig kropslighed
skyer, man som barn troede, var håndgribelige totter vat; men som i virkeligheden bare er kolde, våde og gennemtrængelige vand-konstellationer
virkeligheden er både det allermest vidunderlige og det mest skuffende
en bizar periode, nogen kalder den '2.g'
mine digtes fokus
er blevet bredere, mere abstrakt og mindre detaljeret
jeg kan hverken passe tankerne i en kasse eller sætte en rød tråd (sorry)
at separere handlingen fra den, der handler
mennesket, uspejlet i sine handlinger
handlingen, uafhængigt at menneskelig magt
at prøve at være over det hele går simpelthen ikke
nogen må stoppe mig
stop mig!
stop samfundet!
stop jordkloden!
stop Tiden!
det stolte og det sårbare
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 1:17 PM UTC
et stille øjeblik
mens musikken dunkede og folk dansede
drevet af lyster
begær
eller rutine?
ødelagde et naivt hjerte
som nu græder over den mand, *** aldrig kunne kalde sin
sitrende og boblende vredestårer
over en veninde, *** nu ikke længere kalder
sin eller nogens
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 4:44 PM UTC
..
*it was first blush
of early morning
as the sun was rising
gradually on the horizon
around her neck
her faded colored
turban
was flickering
with the cold breeze
~~~
she was lonely
slowly
walking
on the
park side road
almost dragging forward
to her right leg by exerting
pressure on left leg
~~~
her face
slightly distorted
with the
impression
of pain
she was holding
a small wooden stick
in her left hand
~~~
advancing her steps
one by one
forward by putting
further efforts
with a
gentle smile
on her
thoughtful face
~~~
on her routine
to walk for half a mile
in the morning
cautiously keeping
her eyes
down on the road
to put-forth
next step
~~~
she spent
almost two hours
to complete
the exhaustive
herculean task
of
every day
walking
~~~
blank
in her thoughts
she was not able
to assess the ending
of her sufferings
as this rutine
was continued
since past six months
~~~
when the doctor
removed eight month's
old plaster
from her left leg
she met
with a fetal injury
in her left leg
at road crossing
~~~
if she could
ever be able
to walk again
normally
properly
her mind
gets tired
halt reasoning
~~~
suddenly she
noticed a crawling snail
with her
side by side
it brings a deep smile
on her lips
and completely
covered on her face
~~~
it took away
all worries
sadness
she find
herself
full of life
sun was shining
with his full blessings*
...
(c) deovrat - 14.04.2018
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 10:30 AM UTC
I can't imagine a world, with you gone.
The joy, and the lack of loneliness,
I'd be so lost if you left me alone.
She's used to self-harm by now,
It's become a daily rutine,
Her arm explains all of it.
But one day, she gone too far,
She locked herself in the bathroom,
Lying on the floor when I finally managed to break through,
My heart starts going wild,
I pull her in to feel her heartbeat...
Can't you hear me screaming?!
Please don't leave me!
Stop, I still want you!
No, I still need you!
I still love you...
I take her hand, promise I'll make it right,
I swear I owe you for my life,
I didn't even get to make you my wife...
Just wait, I still need you!
A road that feels infinite, there's no sound coming from behind me,
It's like a nightmare, I can't escape from...
Helplessly hoping, the light isn't fading...
Hiding the shock, the fear, and torment in my bones...
They put you on top of that stretcher,
I'm about to burst out, hoping you'll stop laying still...
They check for any vital signs,
Can't you ******* hear me screaming "please don't leave me"?!
Stop, I still want you!
No, I still need you!
I still love you...
I take her hand, promise I'll make it right,
I swear I owe you for my life,
I didn't even get to make you my wife...
I don't wanna let you go,
I never was the least bit strong...
I just wanna hear you saying
"I'm fine, let's go home!", with that enthusiastic energetic smile of yours.
So why can't you just wake up,
And answer my cries,
I want to hold you tight,
Want to hear you say everything will be alright
Not their lies!
A day passes, and a boy named Nate sits there helpless.
Staring at his ceiling, completely lifeless.
Thinking back to his dream,
It felt endless.
He experienced both character's pain,
It was madness.
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 6:59 PM UTC
ruineret rutine
at fortabe sig i en person, i en følelse
falmende fornæmmelse
flitrende flirten
tabt udgangspunkt
såret er der stadig selvom det ikke gør ondt
uheldet skete stadig selvom såret er blevet til et ar
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 5:22 PM UTC