"schemer" poems
And i'm a dreamer,
my reality is a schemer
take a look through my brain
you'll see insanity is what keeps me sane.
I drown in feelings that i can't explain,
stumble upon people who wouldn't feel the same.
I ponder the question of why it wouldn't change.
Doubt myself? yes, all the time.
For something so beautiful to believe could ever be mine.
So much to confess, to set off the stress can't seem to say a word and don't wanna be depressed.
Kinda like a gravitational force, you hold me down
When in silence I still hear your enchanting sound.
I try to keep my distance
but what if ill actually have a chance.
wait, i kid myself too much
someone like me; would never be enough.
I'm sorry I'm not her,
I won't try to ****** you to get your attention
Let me earn your time, show you i care.
A one time thing is not in my intention.
All those little things about you
I wanna be able to see it all through.
Crazy, maybe Ive been lately
I don't know you yet, but you could be the missing part of me.
If you don't want me to, ill let you be.
Tell me i'm in over my head
But i know your fragile heart has been misled.
Your mesmerising eyes have had enough tears shed.
i'm sorry for hiding behind poetry,
it's the only way to tell you my story.
You're probably caught up on someone else
and your friends don't think my feelings make sense.
It shouldn't take so long when you're sure
I wanna get to know you, that's all I'm asking for.
We never know what lurks beneath the sea
and just like the sea you're a mystery
there's more to you than what they see
a smile to cover up the missing pieces.
You deserve the time and effort
someone to give you shelter and comfort.
maybe you want to leave it all behind
the pain, the lies, and the things that messed up your mind.
I don't know all of you but it wasn't hard to know you're one of a kind.
i'm not coming off too strong,
please don't get me wrong
i just had to get it out of my chest
before it devours my very last breath.
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 10:27 AM UTC
Enter Lizzy in the foothill forests & Loki up in the mountains
Both say their hymns separately initially.
Loki at the mountains
Loki: I am so happy of my freedom
Lizzy in the forest at the foothills
Lizzy: I can't imagine of a better situation
Loki moving down the mountain
Loki: But I want a true lover to mould me better
Lizzy moving towards the mountain
Lizzy: I now want a true lover to honor my feelings
They meet each other and conversation follows
Loki: How could I come across such a beauty!
Lizzy: Even I think likewise, you are so handsome!
Loki: Come, let's make love right now & right here.
Lizzy: How could you ****** me so easily, is it a magic.
Loki: My name is Loki, I'm the God here and you should fall into my arms listening this.
Loki transforms into his celestial form.
Lizzy faints seeing Loki's transformation as she realizes that it was the dreaded-scheming Norse God.
Loki catches her as she faints and takes her to his cave on the mountain.
May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 7:00 AM UTC
Melted marshmallow
Kisses
And
Hershey hugs
Are what you’re made of
A smore delight
A part of my desperate appetite
You starve me
And turn into
A cheater
A liar
A schemer
Graham ******* smiles crumble
Your kiss
My mouth
Diseased with regrets
A loss of innocence
A stolen breath
Poisoned my heart
Sugar coated truths gave me the stomach flu
But I still love you
Because I can’t stop thinking of...
Your
Marshmallow kisses
And all the sweet things
You used to be made of.
May 11, 2010
May 11, 2010 at 3:43 AM UTC
***Fell heal over heads
in love with a poet,
he's mostly a rhyme schemer
likes Poe and his dark Raven,
in actuality, I'd fancy him more if
he were like Pablo Neruda, but I digress
I'm much accurately fashioned after Emily Dickinson
chasing heaven's June bugs toing and froing,
we'd meet at a perfectly superfluous coffee shop
he'll be murmuring elegiac pentameter
I'm simply looking to devour precious words,
we'd argue about abstract destinations,
straight forward persuasions and
premonitions of wayward ink allusions,
some days I want to claw mine own eyes out
amid all that nonsensical alliteration
others, I want to rip out embellishments
of his black heart's magnification,
he mutters tumult under his breath,
states he's abundantly sickly tired of all my
fanatical froufroutant flourished fantasies,
albeit, we're mild mannered artistes
of overstatement and simplification
thus, we continue laying it on thickly
I, with my hyperbolic cuppa tea and honey,
he's all brass tacks, no nonsense black coffee
ultimately, we reservedly seek gratification,
envisioning who functionally makes it first
to a finished line of manifestations's publication,
in eternity's poetic intentions and beyond***
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 9:14 AM UTC
If you're the blanket then I'm the stitches,
If you're the needle then I'm the mittens,
If you're the water then I'm the kettle
And if you're the rash then I'm the nettle.
If I'm the icing on the cake
Then you're the blow, the burn, the break.
If I'm the claws of a neighbour's cat
Then you're the nose of each dead rat.
If I'm the clock on the microwave
Then you're the cancer and the grave
And if I'm a schemer's dossier
Then you're the board on which he plays.
If you're the hair pulled at hysterically
Then I'm the teacher steeped in austerity.
If you're the cuff that's come unrolled
Then I'm the base camp unpatrolled.
If you're the tea leaves left behind
Then I'm the fortune undivined
And if you're the reason I'm capricious
Then I'm the reason you're pernicious.
If I'm the strap, love, you're the sandal,
And if I'm the drugs then you're the scandal.
If you're goodbye, love, I'm the foyer,
And if I am "je" then you're "tutoyer".
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 2:50 PM UTC
This elastic band has stretched as far as it possibly can
Now is the time to cut the cord
Over enough is more than enough
It's time for the narcissist to be unveiled
Oh bride of Satan
For the wolves in sheep's clothing to be called out
Your time is up!
We've had enough!
People are not as stupid as you'd like them to be
That spoiled little brat of a child inside is to be silenced for good
Singlehandedly you have destroyed your relationships
Systematically you have ruined your friendships
Over enough is more than enough
The true meaning of loneliness you will now encounter
Your fragile mask has shattered into pieces
The protective cover has blown away
Exposed you will stand
Finally everyone will see you for the serpent you truly are
No one is buying the lies you have so generously been selling
No matter how great a bargain
Your mind games and tactics have become stale
Over enough is more than enough
The reality which awaits you is harsh and bleak
From your put on laugh to the fake compliments
Both come from the same dark and empty space
A bottomless pit of deception in which you lurk
Hollow vase you are
Collage of fabricated personalities
You model yourself on others
But can never hold down one character for too long
Over enough is more than enough
Like a blank canvas you are vacant to take on any shape or form
You wear a fake smile and your eyes are dead
You destroy like a bull, but hurt like a baby
Your brain is corroded and your spirit is ill
Your own medicine you will drink
It will consume you from the inside out
Implode you will
Troublemaker and schemer
Over enough is more than enough
You are driven by your severe deep-rooted insecurity and shame
You prey on the empathetic
Virtual vampire, always looking for someone to drain
You do unto others as you would NOT have done unto yourself
A conscience you were born without
Quick to quote a scripture or two
But slow in applying it to yourself
And even the devil knows the score
Over enough is more than enough
Your condescending eyes will be plucked out by a ruthless crow
You will burn in your own defeat and your perfume will be sulphur
Down you will tumble from your pedestal
You no longer have a place in my life
You no longer have a place in my heart
But more importantly
You no longer have a place in my mind
Jun 9, 2023
Jun 9, 2023 at 2:05 PM UTC
She glides in her glamour
Irresiatible like gamma
I gape in awe
eye candy
I am cornered in stupor
Me, the preyful master of the jungle
Me the systematic schemer
I encountered no stopper
In my predatory exploits
I persued
Ran like a breeze in the meshy thicket
To capture and feast
She saw me
She smiled with conspiracy
Geed me up...
so confusing
I roared ready to strike
But her smile ...it was mesmerizing
I forgot about my mission
The hunter became the hunted
I tell myself I am still in control
After all I got her, or did she get me?
I wonder
She should be my gala
I decide otherwise
To take that moment of temptation
To marvel at her fineness
She is the muse
turning out to be my luck
I might keep hunting
But her I will keep
Preserve and protect
It will be alot better
If see her tomorrow too,
And the next day
And the next day
So I will be her friend rather
Amanda
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 6:32 AM UTC
Your backseat,
that backward pickpocket,
that schemer taking cell phones and jackets and wallets
the pilfered seeds sewn, like lighthouses when they sprout
guiding me back again
back to you
back to that ******* backseat
May 14, 2010
May 14, 2010 at 4:43 PM UTC
My coffee was bland, but I was a dreamer.
I crafted my plan like a caffeine-hyped schemer.
To walk to the cabinet, lock in like a magnet,
On the oversized can full of cheap powdered creamer
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 12:51 PM UTC
Her name is Autumn.
She can write, write so beautifully.
Her name is Autumn.
Her written word makes my soul dance quickly.
Her name is Autumn.
She ponders things I never think of
A dreamer of dreams,
A schemer of schemes,
And a wonderful lady at that.
A lady named Autumn.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 11:44 PM UTC
bonnie and clyde since we committed our first felon
our intimacy was just supposed to be my teenage rebellion
you were a schemer
with a wicked demeanor
i was a dreamer
with a heart full of fever
i said i was bonnie and you said you were clyde
but how sad to realize i made it up in my mind
May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 10:15 PM UTC
As my feelings for you blossom
Not into a warm sun-kissed flower of summer
But into a snowflake of cold and bitter winter
I see myself regretting, for you are a possum
An actor of sorts with a lukewarm feeling
A half-baked maniacal schemer
A specter conjured from hell yonder
And the person in which I had a one-sided loving
My hate for thee grows tenfold
It grows tenfold the times my love for you
It grows tenfold the tears I shed for you
It grows tenfold on every **** you told
And as my fire you left started to die
I will rise again as the ashes fly
I will move forward and not look back
I will swear onward and fight hate back
But...I see myself also in that lie
For this heart, no matter how shattered and dry
A paper thin husk of a once healthy guy
Deep inside it...my feelings for you won't die
No matter how hard I drench it with freezing water
No matter how long I submerge below a glacier
No matter how many girls and guys, I encounter
No matter how many flings and flirts, it's still a disaster
For no matter how lukewarm my feelings are for you
An actor of sorts like a lying possum
Inside the hollow echoing halls of my *****
It still and will not die out just for you
That little cinder, a tiny spark of hope
Keeping me warm enough to cope
That no matter how lukewarm it gets...
In this lonely winter, the warmth of you I'll never forget...
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 4:41 AM UTC
Walking alone was something that I’d been used to,
Little did I know,
That I would come across you,
And your glow.
You creeped into my mind,
I could feel your presence growing,
I was becoming blind,
My imagination was overflowing.
I craved to feel your breath on my skin,
And intertwine our fingers,
Seeing you grin,
Disappeared everything that once lingered.
I’d never been a schemer,
And that might have been just a dream,
But I’d always been an excellent dreamer,
Not knowing things might not appear as what they seem.
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 4:22 PM UTC
we didn’t leave until 4 am.
told each other stories from high school
talked about religion and how it wasn’t really my thing,
and how she wasn’t really sure of her take on it,
examined our hands and compared the sizes,
discussed how she used to be a cheerleader,
our parents and their political tendencies,
and some mutual friends.
I already knew about her ex-boyfriend
through a mutual friend or two,
the self-proclaimed ******* of our generation,
trying too hard to be hip and who probably
***** himself to pictures of Kerouac and Hemingway.
all this while listening to Iron & Wine
‘cause that makes it art.
yeah. I knew about him.
and I had heard he claimed to respect women
from a couple of people.
and a couple of people told me he didn’t.
a conniving schemer disguised as a feminist,
nothing new.
I also knew about the ******* she'd
been "talking to" or some **** like that.
it didn't seem to matter much to me
or to her
so I figured that was all right.
we left the pancake joint and went back to her
place.
watched a Tarantino film and chatted about
deep topics carelessly,
exhaling want.
she shared some of her writing with me
and as morning approached
we locked arms and bodies,
her chin on my shoulder and
I snuck a kiss in her hair.
at once, our skin seemed in the way,
a barrier between us I wished to strip.
her roommate and a mutual friend
awoke and I waited while they got
ready and Lauren grabbed breakfast.
on the way out to my car,
following the two of them
I thought of past lovers and dismissed them
as I ate my heart out of my hands
and waited for my mind to settle,
but instead it rattled about all the how's
and why's of my draw.
I buried the key in the ignition,
we pulled away from away and towards
together.
Dec 6, 2010
Dec 6, 2010 at 3:09 PM UTC
TIMID, Quitter, loser, liar, fake, LOVER, daydreamer, schemer, DOWN TO EARTH, lazy, cold, selfish, corrupt, COMEDIAN, addict, abuser, shallow, BIG HEARTED, ugly, hater, user, BRAVE, deciever, GIVER, opportunist, betrayer, CREATIVE, self-centered, HELPFULL, con-artist, chicken, idiot, SHY, nagger, THOUGHTFUL, crybaby, actor, HONEST, cheater, adulterer, crazy, AMBITIOUS.
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 4:18 PM UTC
Black, (literally)
Dark, (no, not at all)
Husbands, (Two)
Faithful, (for good and bad)
Pretty, (well she's got two husbands, you'd have to be decent)
Strong, (magic wise, I don't see how those flimsy muscles could lift anything)
Determined, (to ****
Evil, (well hello, Voldemort is her master)
Sister, (a malfunctioning one)
Misunderstood, (wait how did that get in there)
Maladapted schemer, (well come on if you didn't know that, read)
Loyal, (isn't that faithful as well?)
Insane, (50%)
Bellatrix.
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 8:06 PM UTC
He has little sense of sorrow,
He thinks of fond tomorrows.
He’s a fabulist, a dreamer.
Not quite a true schemer
That would be too hard.
More like a half-awake bard
Making up poetic outcomes
For a reality that never comes.
Mostly he’s a ***
He’s a moonbeamer,
Sliding down colorless rainbows
That he paints himself daily
Proclaiming about how gaily
The emptiness of his canvas
Has so sadly missed us
And somehow we are to blame
For not managing to be the same
As he is by appreciating
That which is not there.
He has daydreams to spare.
He shares his hopeful possibilities
That are not always practicalities
Made of unborn actualities
And fanciful surrealities
Painted over his shortcomings
Hoping nobody will see them
And talk too badly against them
Ahem-ing and coughing phlegm
When he orates and pontificates
On his latest boilerplate stories
Of his imagined future glories.
Lost in his own thought stream,
He’s a totally hopeless dreamer.
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 8:15 PM UTC
in the song of robin and blackbird
Creator signs His Name
A name that can be seen and heard
by those who shun acclaim
in the work of scribe and artist
shines the inner being
in the music of drum or harpist
speaks the soul all-seeing
in the works o' nefarious schemer
in darkest destruction 'n death
in the silence that shouts like screamer
in absence of life-giving breath
walks the many-faced serpent schemer
for those with eyes to see
the signature of the anti-redeemer
antithesis of eternity
for every person stamps their name
in the deeds they do
igniting hellish fires 'n flame
or letting G-d shine through
so don't be flummoxed by this world
keep your eyes on your goal
for as cherry, almond, or walnut burled
your acts bespeak your soul
May 3, 2022
May 3, 2022 at 7:59 AM UTC
A l o n e
Nothing other than utter bliss
As my eyelids begin to passionately kiss
My count of sheep depletes as my imagination grows
My mind starts to open as my eyes begin to close
Slowly welcoming the air to it’s royal chambers in my lungs
With a handful of dreams within grasp even without opposable thumbs
I become N U M B
Thoughts ricochet around in my head
Until they land upon old wounds left untreated & now infected
Visions of the past present a possible future
Unparallel to those predicted by life's various tutors
Contemplating
Waiting
Waiting
Then I find myself-
soaring high with complete balance
Steering this craft with faith beside acting as my ballast
Leaping from safety and falling towards uncertainty
Diving into a sea full of clarity
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~v~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
And so goes the plunge
I submerge
Pondering deep beyond previously set limits
Never once resurfacing
Drowning in yet to be deciphered waves
Thus ending the reign of the once realist schemer
Replaced by the newly appointed lucid dreamer
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 9:18 AM UTC
Deliberation, restoration of a beaten nation. Beaten into the dust, rusted, cohesion gone, the gall of so many wrongs finally come to fruition like children's songs of un-suspended remission.
Cognitively oozing out of pores like sores of an otherwise un-marred beauty, and all the scoundrels come looting rudely to destroy the tapestry deliberately deployed to instill an air of utmost joy.
Money falling into the hands of moral lepers, economic pressures untoward, yet still pushing forward. The tenacity of ants, unparalleled cohesive cerebral structure, chants of a buddhist nature bleed desperation wrapped in graceful slumber to ward off the mortal structure, inevitable in its destruction which ruptures the potential reduction of essential corruption.
A gleam in the eye of every schemer, transferring blaspheme to the revelry flying high in the mind of every dreamer. Spewing out clouts of reconciliation, renewing like dust clouds of just degradation. Rejuvenation of this nations ancestry, patient in its wait, parched in the ancient vestry, waiting to sate the state of arched backs, superstitious black cats. Careful if a human crosses your path, losses run amok...invoke the acumen of wrath and bad luck.
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 1:34 PM UTC
Blowing constantly these winds of change which call the names
He whispers, "One day...
you belong to me..."
No escape to the pain
"You won't feel the hurt," he soothes
"won't need the destruction"
Earthly rumbles
And a warring for the heavens begins
"This was my life" all try, all cry
"And now this is your fate" he laughs
As we're left with nothing left to say
Bearing the heavy loads
Which only bind us harder...
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 11:41 PM UTC
Where is the palliation? Parochial visions of blank t.v's fuzzed by all Excruciation!
Paradigms of paradoxed love all come around secretly, yet I see them in plain sight. Panacea night's broken to hot bedded springs, parsimonious money launderer's pocket's grow, while children die to sing!!!
The paucity of romancers so pensive to me, perennial, bicentennial blows strong onto every sneeze...
A perfidy of things so strange, word's of slang, to ghetto walls of brick!!! Eye's glued, bomb's on the move with shells from mistakened and sick....
Why so many pojoritive scholar's I ask? Ties to their neck's, with shutgun shells ready to blast....
Perjury of judges, to Schemer's and dreamer's of pernicious luggage....
Where can I find such one who won't make me their perquisite? One to replenish me,
One who shall satisfy me whole as I them!!!!!!!
To an ancient beautiful feast!!!
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 7:58 AM UTC
“Oh come, oh come my little ones
Come to the land of the free.
Cross mountains and deserts
Come on the run!”
said the Pied Piper of D.C.
“We’ll house you and feed you
And give you free treats”
said the schemer to these dreamers so young.
“Citizen’s rights are no bother to me,
I’ll get them to pay for each one.”
“A border so porous you never did see.”
said the Pied piper of D.C.
“Bring all your diseases,
We’ll treat them for free,
And find foster homes for each one.”
“Oh come, oh come my little ones
Come to the land of the free.
Cross mountains and deserts
Come on the run!”
said the Pied Piper of D.C.
Now well you may wonder
How children so young
Cross mountains and deserts to come
But if you should ask you’re a racist of course
Just shut up and pay for each one.
Now back in the day
When a pied piper played
The rats would depart and be done.
But, sadly, these days,
Once this piper’s been paid
(Democ)rats still infest Washington.
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 9:44 AM UTC
wide-set hips, stubby fingers and the mind of a cynical schemer.
right now, i take everything i have ever said back and i speak everything i never got the chance to say.
i do feel lost now and i’ll admit that.
i would like to find the purpose but i will also admit that i care nothing for the purpose.
that’s ****
i don’t want your half-hearted notions.
i never did or plan to.
i wish there was a better phrase for ending an expression of self than “goodbye”, “farewell” because that just doesn't fit.
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 8:39 PM UTC