"sanities" poems
99 cent wars, rooftops, Gibraltar Screaming "god bless the fabulous" Christs;
In the eyes of years
Man is king only over that which breathes,
So let's throw hugs in the air,
sit on flowers and vanish to Cook stones on the hips of Cleopatra
with all of December's left footed children
For through the cried ***** tears of furry German banana caskets,
Eternity awaits
In the failures of our greatest triumphs,
So let's dance
After all, Psychological Wednesday societies
Are only good for curing Xbox manifestos and Tuesday sanities
And if we died one day,
it sure won't be yesterday.
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 7:41 PM UTC
You stripped my soul,
Ripped me from my shoes
Where I stood
in innocence.
You extracted my childlike traits,
Treated my body
As your ********* paycheck.
My whole future
Was laid out in front me.
Now you fabricated a dent in it,
One that has shattered me
Forever.
I used to smile,
Be full of life,
Slept at night,
My body never reeked the incessant scent
of the lifeless souls you sold me to.
My heart ached everyday,
I longed for home, where safety was waiting for me.
Everyday I was a raindrop,
Trying to cling onto the window of hope,
But always slipped away.
You don’t understand the pain,
You’re only in it for the hunnits
Please understand,
That my dehumanization is not worthy
For what you gain.
My body became an abstract canvas,
For your ugly pleasures.
Bruised, bloodied, beaten, and battered.
Cuts and aches line my delicate skin,
But to you all my pain is fake.
You slapped my delicate face,
every time I asked for my precious prize of my childhood,
every time clear oceans surged out of my eyes.
“Shut the hell up!” You yelled
As I let out wails of agony.
You stepped all over me
Like I was a used cigarette.
You ignored my shrieking screams,
Actually,
You loved it.
You forced me
To comply with their beastly gratifications,
Only in return for your abundant riches.
You stepped on me,
like I was a ***** grimy, muddy puddle,
over and over
Even so,
I was still considered desirable.
I am NOT your canvas.
I am NOT your paycheck.
I am NOT your plaything.
I am worthy of honor,
worthy of respectful awe and delicacy.
I did not feel the worth of a human being anymore.
I felt ill treated, broken, bent, demeaned.
You stripped my soul, and,
Deprived me of my self respect.
And I will never
Ever
Be the same.
The only thought
That seeps into my mind
At sunrise and the brink of midnight,
Is that
I
Was someone’s *****
Listen to the pleas of
Children,
their ribbons shriveling up.
Spouses,
their vows rupturing.
Siblings,
their hearts torn apart.
Parents,
Bawling for their sanities,
Waiting to rejoice
With their miraculous bundles of joy—
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 11:13 AM UTC
*The sky is falling
with the New Moon’s rising tide
Amorous emotions are flailing
with rhapsody’s flooding desires
A fleshy sigh exhaled
the hot breath of carnal tensions;
the heat of a lightheaded fever,
arouses flushing skin,
igniting a yearning to savor
the bouquet of love’s
sensual coquettish dreams
Inraptured teases and tantalizes
anticipation’s lucid sensations
So close and yet so far away ,
as if a moonstruck hypnotic delight
were at the tip of fingers touch ,
from arm’s length away
Savoring the input
from all the heightened senses
Overwhelmed by a feeling
like being wrapped in a dream ,
choosing not to listen
to sanities' useless reality
Willingly surrendering to the dream - - -
to the verve of blissful mercy
Only while waking up,
embracing the thoughts
of passionate release,
do I feel the poignant pang
of my heart's song
longing to fade into you …
"dance me to the end of love"*
wilder
Oct 2, 2016
Oct 2, 2016 at 9:21 PM UTC
Smiling, she glances in the mirror
her skirts falling gently into place.
There are her feminine riches,
simple in their daily splendor;
waving from the settling lace.
They, it doesn’t matter who,
could search the endless layers
and never truly see her;
though she hides within the bluish
fabric’s seams and tender tapers
Like legs or lips, she’ll never
part from her sweet sanities
for any sort of ‘gentleman’.
So rich she stays in clever
garbs, seen only in her vanity
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 4:21 PM UTC
If you aren't stressed or depressed
They are gonna treat you less.
So shut up about how you're so *******
Blessed.
Like sorry im happy,
And my life is alright,
Am I gonna lose my fans
Cause my brain is skewed on right?
I don't see how this could be a fair fight,
And I think- what would my idols do?
But even further they've developed mental illnesses too!
Like we're all looking to be biggest threat,
To be the most disturbed person you've
Ever met.
Cause it's poetic and dark,
And I wanna feel deep.
And this positive **** isn't gonna raise a peep.
So I gotta take a jump of faith or some kinda leap.
So I can be who you psychos what me to be!
Like it's easy,
The sadness enticing,
Will help me rhyme better,
Or flow more lyrically.
Like this is my new style.
Give me a minute to think...
Fill my silence with your laughter and childish chatter
As I make myself fall off sanities brink.
Because what really matters
When all you want is hype in twitter?
And to look thoughtful among
All your so called haters?
But your life is perfect...
And you want more,
So you you act like it's less,
So you feel indie and on media adored.
Like maybe you picked up your
Life's passion off the clearance rack in a grocery store. Lol.
But as long as you're not okay!
You know kids be acting fake trying to get some internet love
Posting pictures probably faking gay
Or posting some scars like
white girls have it so hard.
All I'm saying is that this according to this generation
You have to be broken to get some attention.
And its kinda twisted we gotta feel down
So that we can get lifted.
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 9:23 PM UTC
*Newfangled Biosphere Pyramid Scheme In Dwelling To Sidetrack,
Sanities Seduced So You Never Will Retort.
Threaten the sanctity of the delusion,
Unlearn. Start altering the definitions.
Force fed more dread so you relinquish control,
Cravings we must return.
Unfetter the soul,
In a system where acceptances esteemed more than the veracity,
Flawed perception of tour progression through that which we consume.
Exposed through The Earliest Of Eons.
Resistance-Resistance is Demarcated
Subversion-Subvert the Paradigm
Stirring Within A Ecosphere
Numb And Incarcerated
Stirred On My Own
In Prehistoric Of Existences
Slumbering. Visualizing. Bleeding. Conscious.
Appreciations bolted in a collective delusion
Lulled by ease and consumption
An entire realm of souls visualizing their existences.
Mankind is not superior, we’re just folklore's in our own consciences.*
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 2:31 PM UTC
Give me
new morns of splendid sunshine
and clear blue skies with soft wind
humming sweetly to the timeless rhythm
Give me
fresh air with gentle whispering of breeze
to be kissed passionately and tickled playfully
Give me
quiet days sans the bustle of hectic crowds
each promising new wonders and joyous tidings
Give me
country sides with luxuriant vegetation
and rich plantation to feel partitioned off
the soot and dirt of roaring cities
Give me
woodlands of varied flora and fauna
so rare and rich that nowhere else are seen
Give me
gardens and brick laid pavements
where there grow such lovely blooms, nodding amorous
to flirting dandies on colorful wings
Give me
running brooks and rushing streams
upon whose fertile banks tall trees and bushes green,
in singles and files grow
Give me
orchards, beautiful and fair
with fruit laden trees, so wonderful and rare
Give me
vast fields of ripening corn and paddy
where farmers joyfully gather to harvest their year’s toil
Give me
vineyards of trellised vine
with hanging clusters of grapes, green and maroon
Give me
ponds and wells of crystalline water
to quench the thirst and turn fallows into fecund lands
Give me
woods and forest tracks
where spring lingers all the year round and beyond
where birds on tree tops merrily sit and sing
whose harmonious notes in every nook and corner ring
Oh! Give me
Nature in all ‘its primal sanities’
And souls with nicety of hearts, free of all affectations!!
Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 6:02 AM UTC
Practically disbelieve prophetic sustenance
Pre exist convince self sacrifice austerity
Lead solitary lonely strife unravel dysfunction
Slowly impede on sanities senses spirit bend
Empath way to escape betray forgive pain
Obey Frey free from Cain disintegrate
Holy guardianship vindicate Lord Lucifer
Emancipate misused divinity behoove
Sacred energy bitterly keep on enlightened
Sorcery face El-light what immaculate forgery
Divine Sphere of influence follow through
Underworld Godspeed enchant exuded kneads
Forbidden prayers left lay Ilahi arrest turn off Sylph
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 2:52 AM UTC
wom·an
/ˈwo͝omən/
1. a woman’s issues of god-tier poetry cannot be treated by carving her into more aesthetic form of stanza as defined by an unconscious poet, nor can she be bent into a more intellectually acceptable shape by those who claim to be the sole bearers of poetry.
(w) heartsick saints and sinners.
(o) a ballbuster and untarnished empress.
(m) black bouquets and red roses.
(a) bleeding screams and convivial memories.
(n) fixed and broken sanities.
2. angel's darling won't make a woman less than poetry, add and reduce nothing, hades will mixed heaven and hell for persephone and the latter will just smile while mixing your body and your coffin together.
3. warning!!!
"a woman is a dangerous poetry that can destroy your existence in any angle."
(w) 90 degrees to an inclined surface and that will make her ************ poison you.
(o) 160 degrees to a slope surface and that will make her use your genital ***** as her pen.
(m) **** a+b raised to the power of 2 when a woman is powerful than any numbers written in math textbooks.
(a) let's set aside fuckery and solve the mystery of how queen elizabeth built an empire without a king.
(m) ___________________(let's leave this blank, for a woman is a mysterious poetry.)
4. a woman is a poetry, add or reduce her stanzas and she will still remain as poetry.
Dec 20, 2020
Dec 20, 2020 at 8:06 PM UTC
You listen to her
But not to me,
No matter how much
I beg and plea.
What's so different
About her and me?
Go ahead,
And tell Me.
It'll Just be
Between us...
You see?
You Listen to Her
But not to me,
Tell me the reason
And I'll let you be.
Is it that you
Cannot Trust in me?
Due to my mind
Of Ecstasy?
Or is it a secret between you two
That I...
Cannot See
You listen to him
But not to me,
No matter how much
I beg and plea.
Is it because of
Our different Sanities?
Go ahead,
And tell Me.
It'll Just be
Between us.
You'll See.
You Listen to Him
But not to me,
Tell me the reason
And I'll let you be.
What's the Cause
That made you Lose
Your faith in me?
Was it my mind of Insanity?
Or is it a secret between you two
That I...
Cannot see.
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 9:21 PM UTC
And the worms ate into my brain,
Maybe I'm going too insane.
Falling into this abyss,
I think I’m filling with emptiness.
So I’m going today to meet the Czar
Just a fall away, up to the stars
I’m starting to feel some levitation.
You think it's all a hallucination.
But I’ve seen them, they're real.
More real then I can feel.
With everyday they grow stronger
And if I let this go on much longer,
I just might crack
I’m starting to feel like I might be attacked
But they’ve never lied.
They’ll tech me how to fly.
Because they know the way
They never leave me in dismay.
They take me to a castle with fluorescent sound,
And color echoing off the ground,
Around the corner fairies peek,
And in reality never leaks.
Until I come back to the ground.
Left with mere boring sound…
Things here are so conventional
Life needs to be more dimensional
Less intentional
More exceptional
So I’ll go to Eden and play,
Rather than sit here and decay.
Until, one day, my world went grey.
And the wind had nothing left to say.
They came in from all around
I couldn't get back down to the ground.
Then everything started to scream,
And became anything but a dream.
The world was lit with rage.
They trapped me in a cage,
And placed me by a feast of other lost sanities
Reality left only in distant memories.
The world was hungry and must be fed.
And all of me filled with dread
When I realized I was going to be devoured.
All I could feel was encroaching power.
No escape from my world of outlived bliss.
It was never supposed to be like this.
Here I was supposed to die never,
Be a queen, a god forever.
They had planned it all along,
Tricked me with they're colors and songs.
So here I lie about to die,
And all I can do is barely sigh.
As teeth bite into my brain,
Wiggle around,
And spit me back onto the ground.
With the worms inside my head,
I think I might be dead.
Feb 22, 2011
Feb 22, 2011 at 5:50 PM UTC
Now lunacy kicks its hoof,
throwing dust across my heart.
The taste of sour gin
lengthens out the smart.
All the the things I've ever
felt entitled to are gone.
I've felt deeply about too much,
I've felt it all too long.
I guess I understand now,
if to understand is to think.
Where and when and how
are still fabulous unformed things.
There isn’t much reason
to heave these dense veins
unobligated and alone.
I lay down and let the rain
cry for me instead.
On my face I can tell
it wished it was frozen,
cryogenic as it fell
so it could be solid, strong,
colder. It would never fall
again, just melt to a throng
of puddles and vanish.
I realize now nothing
I thought was mine was.
Not the spectacular waves
receding or the buzz
of beer. Not my guitar,
its rich sounds,
that shooting star
that I wished on in the desert
August of 2008.
Not my first lover
or my big brother’s hate.
Right now I discover
what was mine is here:
my veins, my skin, my eyes, my face,
my happiness and hurt:
small sanities in the rain's lace.
Jul 4, 2012
Jul 4, 2012 at 7:57 AM UTC
How did we shatter our innocence?
Tripping over the laces we tied together,
building homes solely out of old memories,
finding comfort in our worst pieces of skin
and calling it love at 3am
crying about insecurities and infidelities.
Darling, how can it still be called love
when the fires are burning down our sanctuaries, and our sanities?
How can it still be called love
when our foundations no longer mimic the Great Wall of China,
or stand indestructible like the concrete Pyramids of Egypt?
We are paper thin
and just as fragile
as the tiny paper houses
we used to make out of playing cards.
Our hands no longer fit
like perfect puzzle pieces -
they mimic sheets of sandpaper instead,
scratching out every ounce of sincerity
we once engraved into each other's palms.
Our footsteps fall separate octaves away,
out of sync and out of touch,
in this **** grand scheme
somehow labelled a masterpiece.
We were once flawless.
But now we've just made flaws
out of every single thing we used to fall for.
Now, we're just flawed.
gd
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 2:04 AM UTC
My greatest love turned everything he touched to gold.
From the stars in the sky to the glimmer in his eyes,
everything seemed gilded by his fingertips.
A power so strong it could penetrate skin and
bone all the way to the cusp of my heart.
And for once in my life, death couldn't
whisper past the aurous shield
around my heart & my blood
felt replaced by fairy dust.
All it took were his lips on mine to make me feel like wildfire.
I was a burning bush of all his desires and endeavours.
And my flames consumed him
as much as it consumed me.
The warmth I managed to radiate from the effortless hum of his voice
hypnotized every nerve ending in my body and
he got so caught up in this masterpiece
that he ended up lost in my eyes
the same way I got lost in his.
Sooner or later, we were both running blind
trying to find the finish line
towards stability.
We jumped through hoops and burned down bridges,
sacrificing our sanities for the approval of each other.
Yet in the end, the finish line promised nothing
but broken promises.
Piece by piece we cut away
at the golden kingdom
we created,
cut away
at ourselves,
hoping a little karma
could win us something constant.
With no avail, we came out shattered, almost unrecognizable.
My greatest love sold his soul so I could have mine,
oblivious to the fact that I had done the same.
gd
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 12:28 AM UTC
Do not fear the bruises on my fingertips
I promise I will hold you gently, and,
cradle you in my arms.
Please don't worry for my temper,
I will control it all I can.
I do not want you to fear me;
I promise, I'm not that bad.
Don't fear my little problems,
I know I judge too much.
Don't let these little things
bother you, and make you go away.
Don't think about my insecurities,
or my fear to touch and to love,
don't worry about those things at all,
I'll try and push you above.
Don't be afraid of my madness,
I promise it only hurts me.
I will never let my sanities,
affect how you might be.
Please, don't fear the scratches on my wrists,
or the scars along my hips.
I wasn't built for stability,
but I'm finding that I, can be.
Don't worry about all these things,
don't fear what might just be,
Please just ignore all of my tendencies,
and just look to love me.
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 11:13 PM UTC
Must stop the thought
The thoughts I have fought
So many times before
They leave me immobilized on the floor
After the storm hits
After the mind fits
The destruction, and the holes in the wall
Reminds me of my sanities fall
Reminds me I’m going insane
Reminds me of the pain
She has brought
Must stop the thought
The thought
Of love
Nov 5, 2010
Nov 5, 2010 at 9:04 PM UTC
And when your days are short and your nights are long, you realize your faults and everything you've done wrong. You cower in fear at your own selfish demise, as you stare into the mirror at your bloodshot eyes. Stricken with the pain of all that you’ve lost, as you share a bed with agony regardless of cost. Regardless of all those you have left in your wake, for momentary pleasure and sanities sake. And now all that you’ve gained has become all that you’ve lost, as the lines you have draw begin to be crossed. Begin to be erased so that the world can make sense, of a society of people corralled by their fence. All different shades of shame and insecurity, with a height only determined by their childish maturity. But you scale all these fences and let yourself in, hoping for comradely or a moment of sin. Anything to give meaning to your everlasting nights, and your constant stream of tears that you continue to fight. Night after night and day after day, insanity taking control in the worst possible way. Losing your grip on realities small weak hand, darkness taking over the lonely place you stand. All has been lost in this uncertain world, as you embrace the cold porcelain where you had just hurled. Another night of regret to make up for the pain, that never seems to end as its pumped through your worthless veins. Time to sleep away the day in the hopes of worthwhile dream, that can take me away from reality and a world that makes me scream.
Feb 20, 2012
Feb 20, 2012 at 1:43 PM UTC
Golden wings flutter lightly across the back of my hand, relaying to me traces of dreams only their feeble minds could capture. Soft, flickering melodies descend through their grey, wintry-like gazes, as their quiet thoughts echo through their silent, fragile words. Endless emotions reverberate from the walls of their minds, as I gaze at their rapid movement, endeavoring to weave their tales together. Still, reality and fantasy keep swimming aimlessly across my brain until finally, finally, I stroke the blank page with my pen.
One by one, those butterflies stop, as they scrutinize the wondrous obsession which led to my desire, my passion. They watch as my fingers drum impatiently against the page, somehow sensing the troubled confines of my imagination. It wasn’t long before they stop floating by. Instead, they begin to watch me, with those intelligent, naive eyes of theirs. Whether it be from confusion or amusement, I couldn’t tell.
Still, even with my now small audience gathering near, I am left only with a memory of what once was my own. I could only pick up my pen, and write down their movements, their thoughts and emotions, the curiosities and sanities that possessed them to be near me. I wrote down the beauty of their strong, fragile wings, all the while keeping their quiet sonnets to myself. I read and reread, write and rewrite, until there was nothing left of the forgotten, neglected space I once dreamt of.
And so, I could only gaze back at the butterflies from my own madness, all the while looking back at the page I filled with my own words. Black words, golden words, words that carried both blessings and curses, words that tore my heart asunder, while keeping my sanity whole. Then, in that same breath, I shoo my butterflies away.
I begin my story.
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 11:35 AM UTC
i know.....
infatuation and obsession
are... somewhat.... compulsive
in need ...and sometimes
misunderstood
but...
it is writing me inside out
this desire to....... speak in
ink laden syllables.....
to scribe and etch my self
on the synaspes of your brain
so that i am ever painted... in the background of your pictures
so that my words become... your
idiom and phrases
so that i appear black... and white .. in film noir or slapstick comedy
is this wrong....
is this creepy...
this need to be in your blood..
in every drawn breath..
i am not unhinged or crazy
there are other things......
but you come to me.. at unbidden times and wrest me.....
into this sojourn
on sanities thin, thin cusp
walking.... the wire of......
ratiocination... one side... ...sapience...
...the other stupidity.....
you are not aware
of me... and you...
should not be
for i am no one......
only a thought upon
a poets page harmless....
and imagined
oh! but to be free to live
life on knife's.....
sharp and cutting edge.....
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 1:06 AM UTC
I have this melody in mind that has played since my youngest days. Filling my heart and soul continuously, getting louder as it plays. Taking over my every dream and rocking me to sleep, unable to scream out in the night or even begin to weep. Waking to a new day with the same hope in mind, that my lifes strung out melody will somehow come unwind. And untill that sobering day comes ill playfully sing a different tune. Playing my melody with the worlds expectations untill they both become attune. Never humming my lifes true melody so as not to attract my muffled past. And hoping to god that this lifestye is one i will outlast. Or outlive, or out-will, or possible out-muster. For my struggling sanities sake, and before life loses all its luster. Becasue as my melody continues to play, everything becomes drowned out. Leaving behind a deaf man whos life was filled with hopeless regret and unwiltering doubt. But carry on i must do, for life demands nothing less. Regardless if your staggering smile continues to digress. Back to your haunting melody, and leaving you at second best. To the person you strived to be, who has now become an absolute mess. Holding back their emotion, from the world and those he loves. Seaching for the answers in the stars and endless skys above. Becasue the answers he seeks cant be found while walking on this earth. Buth rather in that unattainable heaven that has given his life worth. So play on my meldoy and sing me to sleep. I look forward to the silence as darkness plummets me ever so deep.
Feb 19, 2012
Feb 19, 2012 at 9:37 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
I forbid you not to say a thing,
Because every piece of your character
Comes right out,
Not showing affection to you would be a crime,
In my dispute,
Although we have several,
But if I get drunk,
And if you get drunk
With our halos over our heads,
We will live in great peril,
And when you cry,
I don't know what to do at times,
I just thought maybe if you'd soon realize,
That some people need forgiving,
Even for their Sanities,
And themselves,
To keep on living,
Don't say a thing,
Cause your silence is ever so divine,
I could make a poem with it,
Take it a step further,
And share all your dark secrets,
More like your nectar,
I need it more than the bees do,
To get my creative juices flowing,
Just enough to please you.
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 10:04 AM UTC
Dancing with you in the moonlight
is like being in the limelight
of my dreams and fantasies,
those preserved sanities.
You don't know the darkness
of the girl who's closeness
increases rhythmically with each rhythm,
dragging herself into your loveliness.
The apathy for love,
deep inside doesn't protest your love;
dancing with you in this mellow night,
my mind sways itself to love a lost love.
I can't trace the fossils of the rotting
love of my past love,maybe I'm tracing
the pieces of my lost love
with our illuminating warm craving
to see each other smiling,
at the beautiful warm sea of love.
The lovely sea extends
it self before us as if our instincts
to enlarge ourselves
further extends the extensions.
As you pull my heart deeper
more closer, so as to get a feeler
of what's going on in my depths.
I can guess everything without plunging deeper.
Your fingertips trace marks
in each trailing step that marks
a new step to everything,
steps,which are the remarks
of our remarkable memory marks.
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 12:37 PM UTC
She teases me with please and sees the ease with which she kneads her seeds of plain jane ideas that inflame maimed ideals in the mind she unkindly winds to blind the mimes and hide the chimes behind my cruel foolish heart that she has ruled and ghouled apart with vanities and sanities sweet depravity that eats into the cavity in every meat memory that follows me until I am spilled and thrilled with the **** in the mirror, the bottomless fear that I see so clear is in time and climbs up my spine, but it doesn't rhyme.
Though she slay me
Yet will I love her
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 8:26 AM UTC
i never cried like this before
my heart slamming against against my sanities door
no more
you
i cried so hard
my eyes were sore
when i thought you left
and slammed the door
my tears were on the floor
while i was trying to get god to help
send a messege through his doors
the only thing i said was
"God please help her"
when i thought you were gone
i wrote a song
saying exacly what was going on
though i didn't know the full story
i still thought i could help
but then you came back
this is my first time
witnessing a miracal
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 10:39 PM UTC
Stop tempting me, leave me alone. I can live without you, I am fine on my own. I will work through the pain somehow, just let me be, at least for now. I don't need you anymore, I said I have had enough. Our relationship may seem like a good one, but you take too much. You are to demanding of me, some people say you will take my life. I have to stop wanting you, if for my own sanities sake. I am not sure if I really can live without you, but I guess I have to try. So please addiction let me go, I will find another way to get by.
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 11:53 AM UTC