"simulates" poems
All my life
is waves, expressed as rays,
phases, and cancellations...
...Waving by
and paving over
what I made in other ages
Undulating sway,
disrupting Self,
the Phrase, the Word, the Way --
Nameless, without
shape - within all shape -
all touch, all taste;
One expressed as Two:
compress, expand, repeat.
In balance, truth.
Lilting swells
that break in mind and water,
endless scintillation;
Every word as complex
as its counterpart,
unpatterned ocean;
All motion
the illusion of Desire,
the fire that burns to Rest...
...But only ever
simulates, for trough
but stimulates the crest;
When all my waves
have ceased and found their peace,
there ends my quest.
Aug 4, 2011
Aug 4, 2011 at 4:45 PM UTC
In department store foyers, free samples sprayed,
A collision of cosmetics muddle the air.
The olfactory overpowered by such obvious odours,
Why do natural notes disconcert you?
Not the gym heavy sodden or overworked,
Recognition of an individual, whilst eyes remain shut.
Faint trace of the familiar or frenzied pheromones,
A headiness misplaced by the cologne wearing clones
Preference for the perfumed, the artificial sweetener.
Marketed meticulously
Musk manufactured yet not made by man
Of flowers dear, of oils and compounds.
Fresh, fruity, citrus or spiced
Artificial aromas keep your own scent disguised
Society simulates this sophistication of the senses,
Masking yourself from me as you are wooed,
Accustomed to this attraction, till you let down your defences
How shall I know you when you are ****
Oct 30, 2012
Oct 30, 2012 at 6:10 PM UTC
Nihilisms brutal, how could you choose to live that way?
Coz everything is futile, life is glorified decay.
We're all dying, and I can't wait....
Each day simulates birth and death and everything between.
Next day is the same **** thing, how many hints did you need?
Cradle to the grave to the cradle to the grave,
Makes plenty of sense to me.
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 3:14 PM UTC
high school days I won't forget
all that nights I do regret
spent that time
on tasks and tests
Ignoring all
my cousins and friends
A teacher says tomorrow
another says today
one more exam
won't hurt a way
they teach us
what to be learnt
but in these subjects
you will never concentrate
Biology postulates
with some blood circulates
plus a little concentrate
never knew the simulates
stimulants , depressents
both are drugs components
they increase BAC
and i know my ABC
A doctor , I say?
oh no the other day
Chemistry is full of laws
with some words
I don't know
''Semipenmeable membrance''
haven't i told you so?
chemistry scientist
oh god no !!
i will pass
please go on
high school days
passes like slugs
on a traffic way
sounds not good
geology makes me regret
about all that time I spent
In one two pages my time split
just to know some folds and fualts
let me tell you
about salt domes
they go over
those rocky domes
but for me I don't care
because my hat
is over my hair
Deformation, am not so glad
don't want to know
more than that
Mathematic equations
flips my head
with rates of change
I am depressed
but in limits
I insist
about the sandwich theorem
I am impressed
tangent lines look so good
let's me know the slop, oh good
but an engineer
not that good.....
let me know
if you found my job
high school days
passes like hell
working all day
cramming all night
will my work
finally pay off
all that days
on tasks and tests
high school days
I don't know
if it's one last step
or one more slip ?!
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 8:59 AM UTC
Was I created by the same God
That created this beautiful creature?
I asked myself.
If she is a living being,
What does that make me?
I asked myself.
Her angelic features, substituted all
The perfect and precious pictures in my mind.
For a brief moment I thought
I was healed from being blind.
Touching her hips,
felt like kissing
Her juicy lips…
Her figures makes a
dumb person to
Shout “Jesus”
And I call them
“the figures of speech”
I call her buhle…
Her glittering eyes simulates the
Reflection of the sun in the
Skies and seas.
She is the most precious stone
In the entire galaxy.
And i call her buhle…
Yena muhle shame
Maaka a dirang
Her nose so sharp like it could
Scratch my brown skin when
We kiss and leave a lovely scar
Right next to my chin.
I could tell by just a sniff
She is heading my way when
She is still afar…
Her teeth so white as snow…
She makes me rush when I am slow…
Steering at her,
Feels like watching my favourite show…
For a matter of fact,
She is my favourite show…
I do not call her like they do
They call her…
Sweet lom’khuhlane
Some call her…
Seponono sa dikoti marameng
Mmago ditshaba, moferehla moikutlo.
Ke ra yena mma kgosi wa bokone
Bophirima legaeng la maswi le mamapo
A dinosi
The mother of all heavens on earth
But I call her Buhle
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 2:33 AM UTC
The cold metal grate calms her, as supple flesh conforms
into the crenellated ridge of many miniature rectangles.
With widening eyes focusing so goes her mind into spasms of elastic thought.
Unleashed imagination simulates the mass of steel and
plastic encapsulating her in a headlong tumbling orbit.
She lingers lonely as the space station spins.
Aug 5, 2011
Aug 5, 2011 at 4:55 PM UTC
Just stop breathing God ******
Stop breathing right now
Understand?
I cannot stand the rise and fall
So slow and steady and alive
It moves me along
Simulates something that I
Do not want to be
Understand?
Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 10:17 AM UTC
DARK IN COLOR
TO GIVE THE MORNING A CONNOTATION
IN A WHITE CUP ON THE EDGE OF A WINDOW
THAT SIMULATES THE COLD OF WINTER
WITH ITS WARMTH
HEAVENLY RAIN AND ITS DELIGHTFULNESS WITH ITS TASTE
WHICH THE LOVER SEES AS A MEDICINE
FOR PASSION AND NOSTALGIA AND REMEMBRANCE
A RENEWED FLAVOR
THAT YOU CAN'T GET TIRED OF
AND IF IT BECOMES A MORNING HABIT
THAT YOU PRACTICE EVERYDAY
IT'S THE KEY TO THE MORNING
WITHOUT IT THE CLOCKWISES STOP MOVING
Mar 15, 2021
Mar 15, 2021 at 6:06 PM UTC
When my mother said goodbye,
she said it was getting hard to hug me,
on fear that my bones will catch her skin
and tear her open.
She says when she hears my typewriter,
it resembles my joints clicking,
when I break the spine of a book,
it simulates my future,
how it makes her feel.
I don't blame her for having nightmares
about "carbocide, nutritional cleansing"
I have stared in mirrors and felt
light avoiding my faults,
for my illness is invisible
and I am fading.
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 8:31 AM UTC
The water surrounding me stings like a million Pinpricks as I get plunged back into a time that I remember as Us.
Memories flow in like a clear pool of what once was as I sit back in emotional Paralysis, wanting nothing but to crawl out the damaged abyss of my once beautiful mind, now crooked, and corrupt
I still remember the day you left me. The feelings and the fears that engulfed the entirety of my soul.
I sat there for hours trapped inside my own mind scratching violently at the walls of my very being, drawing my own blood as the weak attempts to escape my mind proved futile.
My blood curdling screams could be heard by nobody except myself as my jagged claws slashed ferociously through the flesh of my consciousness, wanting desperately to escape myself with no avail.
Devastating defeat washed over me as the warm waters of the bathtub in which I am now trapped, leaving me with nothing but a sense of loneliness and fear.
My head sinks slowly into the warm water, allowing the sweet blur of darkness to crowd my eyes, forcing them shut. My crimson locks crawl about my face, staining the water around my features a ****** hue that simulates my deepest desire.
Now having tasted the deceiving flavor of defeat my body lays alone under water, wanting no longer to crawl away from my mind,
For it is all I have left in the dark world in which I have peacefully Succumb to.
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 10:48 PM UTC
I sat behind the bars made out of iron
A small room with no ventilation
They covered my vision
So I will be blind for a reason
I’m stuck in a jail with one cell
At the bottom of her heart
Where it simulates hell
And they will cut me apart
I was brainwashed by the leader
And forced me to love her
She used her beauty and body
To hypnotize me
So I serve her while I’m hungry and thirsty
I am the Prisoner Of Her Love
A place where no light glows
The place I will be stuck there forever
The place for my funeral
Stuck in that one special room
The place where I live until doom
Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 9:15 PM UTC
How does one get recognition?
In this world full of objection
No matter how much one strives
From most corners they receive a rejection
Worked hard in studies all their lives
To what they can't understand this legislation
Lured in wrong direction, most drugy
Others live on injections
No job, no family, no friends just regretion
Most times found on streets fighting starvation
Like an unwanted stray dog roaming
While multi persona simulates foaming
Clogging the mind, chocking the breaths
They become aimless, lifeless and worse breathless
So has become the lives of many studious
Stuck in a swamp of their own filmed videos
Some pulled out of such wrath through motivation
Some tried hard and get back through inspiration
Others yet many still live in their own fantasnation
Colors, creed, greed, racism, drowned in depression
Hype with a little light of appreciation
But then its all a dealing of a gimmick organization...
©sim
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 12:50 AM UTC
Something I have learned is that heartache isn't just an emotional feeling. There is stress placed on your heart, causing increasing heart rate, and shortness of breath. It is also said that emotional pain and physical pain are linked in the same part of your brain, which simulates the sensation of being hurt, constantly. So when I wake up in the morning, and reach my hand to feel for you, it is like I am tripping, and falling. Every day. It's never easy, having a constant dull pain. But the thing is, you're my only bandage.
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 6:31 PM UTC
Your clock now rests on my desk,
And each tick and tock simulates the beating of your heart,
A heart which now rests in the earth —
The earth from which it came from
And of which it has now returned to.
Your clock now ticks for you,
No longer with you.
Dec 20, 2020
Dec 20, 2020 at 10:15 AM UTC