"singlehandedly" poems
You singlehandedly changed my life
But not in a good way
You dragged me through
A battlefield of emotions
You made me apologize
When I did no wrong
You made me feel even weaker
When I wasn't feeling so strong
You treated me the opposite way
Of how I treated you
I put you so high on my list of priorities
Ashamed to say you took the number one spot
And now you've left me
Acting as though I don't exist
Or that my existence is unimportant
This happened so many times
But I refused to see the signs
And gave you the benefit of the doubt
But you were always manipulating me
Into thinking everything was my fault
Or that I'm the undeserving one
But truthfully speaking
You're the liar and the one
Who took full advantage of my willingness to love and heal you
I tried to surrender multiple times
And walk away
You wouldn't let me
Always kept me wondering and second guessing
Forcing me to believe you cared about me
But worst of all
Getting me to believe that when you said
"I love you"
You were actually being true
But you weren't
And for that
You are the predator
I am the prey
And it will always be that way
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 8:48 AM 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
light my fuse on fire and set me aflame
watch as you singlehandedly set me ablaze
what is it like to watch me burn, baby?
I'm no better than cinder, ashes in an urn.
lately I feel just like charcoal residue,
remember when I was sweet and wet like honeydew?
do you remember when I was good to you?
how much longer can we pretend?
that we know when this war will end,
I can't express how badly I miss my best friend.
charging towards each other from opposing ends of a battlefield,
no matter how much I beg,
your sword you will not yield.
pull out your guitar and play a chord
I don’t know how much longer I can afford
to run around on this chessboard
moving pawns and rooks
when we should be swimming in ponds,
and reading books.
thoroughly covered in brambles
I‘ll wait as you amble
who knew we could get so tangled in something we thought we could handle?
we’re filled with pride and jealousy,
resentment and envy too
how can we come back from this?
what did we lose?
Jul 3, 2021
Jul 3, 2021 at 8:21 PM UTC
"We can do anything we like as long as it is
UNIMPORTANT. But in all IMPORTANT matters the system
tends increasingly to regulate our behavior."
Here, simply, is our delusion:
progression of society
is no idealist illusion.
Surrendering our dignity,
we traded our autonomy
for the same ****** technology
that leads us to singularity.
We could **** the scientists,
and burn the bots before they breathe,
bomb the books; desist, resist!
We offer up no real solutions
So all we ever do is seethe
craving counter-revolution,
so I guess it's up to me
to end Hawking singlehandedly
in the great name of Kaczynski,
the only logical solution
as far as opened eyes can see.
Nov 23, 2018
Nov 23, 2018 at 7:41 PM UTC
Singlehandedly turn dreams into
nightmares
I see aqua eyes in the back of
your head
I feel a gnawing, a longing,
if only for a few moments
as I shake myself awake.
All dreams end up the same.
Fall 2011
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 9:20 PM UTC
*When she is
over joyed
by love-filled emotions,
her words delicately
dance upon the page,
When she is
brokenhearted,
disheartened,
and overwhelmed by darkness,
her words fall heavy
and splatter all over the stage.
When her wings
are raised in flight,
it is love,
singlehandedly,
lifting her up,
ever so gracefully,
When she is
spinning around,
out of control
with two left feet,
it is pain and anxiety
forsaking her--disappointingly.
Her poetic dances
are well known
for being freestyled,
erratic and spontaneous,
Be it a classical ballet,
or an explosive routine,
her artistic expression
is always crafted
and delivered
with style and finesse.
By Lady R.F. (C)2017*
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 1:38 AM UTC
You used to disappear for months at a time
I was too young to understand but I did anyways
You hurt me like you hurt yourself
The difference is I remember
As children we were sad and tragic misfits
Hell bent on escape of some kind
You used to try to jump out of second story windows
Enough to break eternal but not to close your mind
I found you once trembling in the kitchen
In your pocket was a handful of capsules
Ran for help and with reinforcements recommitted you
You told me I could stop you now but there would be a tomorrow
Your depression worsened and school became your nemesis
You singlehandedly proved how cruel and evil children can be to others
A victim of your instability and chemical imbalance
A social untouchable, they kicked you and you scampered under the porch
The progression across the spectrum of moods made you manic
I could handle you when you had lost hope, but you became unpredictable
Needing everyone’s help, you couldn’t bear to act alone
Always making scenes we were bashful when in crowds
I picked you up after class and you showed me your self-assigned art project
Your room was filled with them, scribbles on the walls
Poetry and carved incantations and letters
Just the way you were when you lived in the hospital
I will always remember when I was first allowed to visit
Your expression dull, eyes dead and voice hoarse but constant
Your babble was brilliant even though you spoke in tongues
Drew me equations, diagrams, promises and master plans
I keep them still and hope that you will make no replications
Reminder of the horror that goes into reparations
Dec 14, 2010
Dec 14, 2010 at 3:34 PM UTC
He was born from the darkness of man's sin-
a monster, a vengeful spirit, and a barter of death
A whisper of an end resides in his breath; and swallows
up all in it's deathly grey cigarette stench
You'll find him at the edge,
you'll hear him creeping in every corners crack
He will follow by day
as a shadow of every lonely previous night
He'll shine on all your fears before you sleep;
he'll chase you in your dreams—cutting the images of all
your imaginations, a constant knife in your spine
A blade of grass,
he'll valley around your heart and water it's weeds
He'll brittle your skin, belittle you in insecurities,
and beneath his towel of hand- he'll wrap his darkness
around your neck
You'll wish upon a star,
as he's the darkness surrounding
You'll pray to a god, he'll prey on your doubts like
a pouncing predator. His fingers are a remote to
channel your anxiety- a device of your depression
Placing unworthiness in your hand, as a weapon of
your own self harm. He'll cut you from hopes, and
pierce a dagger of misery into your soul
You'll run, run into his arms that he lied a trap for you
An uncomfortable long hug, he'll ***** you until
you feel too ashamed to scream for help
He'll promise you heaven, but give you a whole lot of hell first
he'll give you his curse, he'll curse your very worth,
and leave you bare and unholy—his unworthy curse
He'll disguise his red hand with a bouquet of black roses,
but beware his thorns, beware his thorns
He'll treat you fairly in the abuse he gives
us all. He'll attack you singlehandedly, but
he has a hand in us all
His goal is to raise an army of his slaved cowards,
be weary- _fear wears red, in the devil's flowers_
Jan 12, 2023
Jan 12, 2023 at 12:40 PM UTC
I'm not crazy.
It's just imperative I let you know.
I enjoy each nanosecond we share.
Value every half, full and over the top smile you shoot my way.
You see I've searched the world.
And you're a gorgeous singularity.
That beaming personality,
brings me to my knees singlehandedly.
You were right when we talked about regret.
Live how you need to - ask for forgiveness later.
So don't hate me now.
Because I'm telling you, somehow you mean a lot to me.
I like you and I'm probably just another guy you're being too nice to.
But I feel like this chemistry might be more solid than physics.
I'm a realistic person with an emotional soul.
I know me telling you this doesn't change anything in the 'now'.
I respect you far too much to make moves on your loyalty.
Because I haven't seen anything I don't like about you so far.
I know I've found a friend in you.
Someone truly special.
I just know there is potential for so much more.
In another world.
I'll lasso planets together until I find a place next to you once more.
My ever lasting perspective of you.
Whom I totally adore.
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 9:34 AM UTC
Artists are not people who draw, or write, or make music.
Poets are not just people who write, poets are observers, poets see the beauty and tragedy of life and put it into words.
Those who draw are not people with pencils and paper, people who draw have figured out how they see the world, and how to recreate their views on paper.
Dancers are not just people who can move to music, dancers are people who spell out stories with their being.
Painters are not people with paint and a canvas, painters are the people singlehandedly making the world brighter.
Artists are people with leaky faucets.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 1:12 PM UTC
I was once a believer in true love
I thought that if someone showed enough interest
And enough care and love
Enough tenderness and consideration
That they would be able to, in turn, be loved and appreciated all the same
When I gave that to you
When I was a mere player in your game
And bought into your plots and schemes
When I believed your excuses, your deceit
I came to the realization that all you did was reject me
You dangled your love in front of me
Just out of my reach
With that, you ruined me
You singlehandedly destroyed any hope I had for true love
I hope you sleep well at night
Knowing you destroyed someone who was once so sure of herself
And so capable of loving
Now all I am is numb
Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 10:19 AM UTC
I have always fancied the idea
Of being in a one-woman team
Where I take on the world singlehandedly
Without a sidekick
Anyway, like I haven’t always been inclined to being alone?
But that’s only because I thrive in solitude
And wither in companionship
And why, you may ask?
Solitude is the only medium where I swim comfortably
Amidst the love and hatred coexisting
And so I’ll swim across the ocean to satisfy my hunger for seclusion -
Only to find myself pursuing you
Because no matter how stupendous the beauty of loneliness may ****** me
My soul has been sold to the prettiest angel
And alongside you I’ll never need any other form of camaraderie
For their assistance is actually their weapon to strip me off
The beliefs you have been indoctrinating me
But here I am, anchored with shackles on my wrists and ankles
Rooted to a lucid entity which engenders unfamiliarity
And to you I’ll return when I break free
Because it’s with you that I only wish to be.
Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 12:08 PM UTC
Reality tells me that maybe
The little hands around my heart
Are singlehandedly the only thing that makes this all bearable
I say things are good, I say things are so good
And I mean it
I can hear the honesty in my voice
And I know other people can hear it too
But these little hands around my heart
Are they holding rose colored filters over my eyes?
I like to think that I believe things are good
Because they actually and truly are good
But when I think about it
I really don't know for sure
But that's how it is with everything I suppose
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 3:24 PM UTC
Singlehandedly, he changed the world
With his giftedness.
And carved his way into our lives
With his geniusness.
And how should we compare
Such fascinating mind?
Indeed he was a genius.
He was one of a kind.
Despite his human flaws,
He made it to the top.
The incredible inventions—
Ambition couldn't be stopped.
Even in his last days,
He pushed, and pushed still,
Until his final work was done.
‘Twas such an incredible will.
And so, thanks to Steve Jobs—
A great mind of the day—
For his contributions
In a prolific way.
-Walterrean Salley
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 2:44 AM UTC
A shoe box filled with borrowed song lyrics
About two cups of gel pens that still smell like hot glue and cardboard
Probably 8 Fiji bottles of water with about 3 swallows left in each
And a basket of hair supplies that are seriously lacking in bobby pins.
I love
A lot more people than I have room for
And each one of them believe they hold my entire heart -
I love
A few indie movies here and there, a few artists here and there,
Myself here and there -
Maybe I love
Reminiscing and trying to recreate the things I've lost
Because I always lose.
I wish for
Traditional objects of desire: happiness, excellence, definite love -
Shoes that don't have socks wedged where the toes should be -
About $10 more in my bank account to spend on chocolate,
A clear throat, a throat that doesn't always hold dissatisfaction-
A better singing voice because music soothes the sting
And I want to be irrevocably, singlehandedly responsible for healing myself
Most of all,
I want to continue to smile.
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 11:25 PM UTC
You're stronger than I ever thought a person could be
When your world broke, when god left you
You singlehandedly rebuilt your own empire
Chased after god and made him kneel before you
But when you were lost for just moment
My world fell to pieces
You are not invincible
Your walls may look like marble but shatter like glass
And your love can disappear from my life with a single gust of wind
From the moment that I lost you
I've grown an unshakeable fear that I will lose you again
I hold you like a delicate bubble of air in the palm of my hand
Regard you like the Mona Lisa, an invaluable piece of my heart safeguarded by every precaution
I lay down clouds before you feet so your goodness may never touch the treacherous ground
I pray to a god I don't believe in to keep you safe
Every moment you're away I imagine the tragedies that may befall you
And how I could never rebuild an empire like you, find faith again
I can't do this alone
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 3:28 PM UTC
Once, on vacation, my friend and I journaled about
Where we saw ourselves 5 years from then.
I didn't think once of you.
Or him either.
I envisioned wooden floors,
A single toothbrush,
My mug collection
And a King size bed that
Only my body lies on.
My closet filled with button downs,
And in the back of it,
A box with the
Burnt matches that
Ignited every pain
In my young adult-hood.
I end up getting a dog,
Because they're
Guaranteed to be loyal,
And because sometimes its
Scary living alone in a big city.
My journals are filled with stories
Of failure
Pages of declarations
Of frustration and of hope.
My window sill a comfortable seat
Because every morning I make sure
To see the sky
To remind myself that the world is mine.
That I am mine.
My body and soul
Ache, but just a little,
Not as much as it does now.
My tattoos as meaningful as ever
My truths as prevalent.
For once in my life,
Perceptions others have of me
Became irrelevant.
On my table there's flowers,
Flowers from the shop down the street,
Singlehandedly picked by me.
An ashtray I made in a week-long art class,
A movie collection
Because it makes me feel okay
For any lack of affection.
I envision myself unapologetic,
A trait I finally mastered
And maybe i'm not too hard on myself
Maybe I finally got it together.
5 years from then,
I'm not thinking of you,
Or him.
Freedom is a concept I finally
Learned,
After years of unsaid emotion,
I got the life of pleasant solitude I
So rightfully earned.
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 8:07 PM UTC
When the distance becomes too much to bare,
When the phone calls come few and far between,
When your back breaks, followed by your heart,
under the weight of singlehandedly carrying the relationship…
Let go.
When your effort goes unnoticed.
Let go.
When he looks at you but no longer sees you,
Let go.
When you are giving pieces of yourself and only half existing,
Let go.
Untie your heart strings from his shoe strings.
And then double knot his shoe strings together,
So that he can no longer walk over you,
So that he cannot chase after you.
Let go.
Find your smile.
Look for it in the last place you had it,
before him.
Reacquaint yourself with it.
Remove him from the creases around your mouth.
Let go.
When he touches you with hands no longer hot with passion,
Let go.
When he becomes too busy to even bother,
Let go.
When he repeatedly one word responds to your text messages,
Let go.
Olympic, stretch yourself.
Unclench your fists.
Prepare for the main the event.
On your mark,
Get set,
Let GO!
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 6:12 PM UTC
Ever since I watched you act in the movie "Jagame Thanthiram"
I knew there was something special about you
You took on a very complex role
And brought a lot of character into it
Next came PS1
Though your role was limited
You did full justice to the character of "Poonguzhali"
Right from the moment you emerged from the water
To your feisty dialogues with "Vanthiyathevan"
However, your finest hour
Came in the film "Gatta Kusthi"
Where your character "Keerthi" had to undergo a number of transformations
From a fierce wrestler with short hair
To a simple housewife with long hair
And back
The scene where you singlehandedly fought off all those armed goons
Is one I'll never forget
For the rest of my life
Then we come to the movie "Archana 31 Not Out"
Though, in my opinion, there wasn't anything remarkable
About the movie as a whole
You again did full justice to your character
Right from the travails of your job as a teacher
Including handling a class full of troublemaking students
And dealing with a lot of uncertainty
Due to the impending layoffs
To facing a number of rejected marriage proposals
For all of which you assigned cricketing terms
And finally the ****** scene
Where you delivered a speech
That brought goosebumps to one and all
You are not only an amazing actress
But also a wonderful human being
Bold and brutally honest
And humble and down-to-earth at the same time
Yes, you don't know me
Nor would you have even heard of me
But I can say with a lot of pride
That I will always be a fan of yours
May 24, 2023
May 24, 2023 at 1:38 PM UTC
Please don't look at me like that.
I wasn't the one who delivered the first blow, the first push.
It was you!
Yes, you with the wide eyes and closed heart.
You who singlehandedly brought me to my demise.
All it took was a glance and a couple of words from your lying mouth.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 9:53 PM UTC
I have a habit to turn people into poetry before I even touch them and for that, I'm sorry. Im sorry I turned your eyes into a haiku about the ocean, about how they crashed into me and dragged me under before I could even take a breath. I'm sorry I turned your kisses into an epic about the hero that saved the entire city singlehandedly with his lips of satin gold. I'm sorry I turned Your heartbeat into ink spilling out of pens and fresh sheets of paper. I could write a library full of stories about each second your skin touched mine and I felt like I was on fire. I could write a novel about how we first touched each other's skin for the first time. I could write sonnets about how your smile just made everything in the world seem to stop in motion. I knew I would spend forever trying to burn the feel of your fingers through my skin but that's not now. People write about love and how good
it feels. They write about the pain from heartbreak. Nobody talks about the crying in love or the feeling of heartbreak where it's like you're drowning and the feeling you get when you try to put your feet on the solid ground but there isn't anything there. Nobody writes about how some days you feel like you're flying and soaring and the next you plunged straight to the ground. Nobody talks about how love feels like it's magical at times and points where it's tears staining bedsheets and sleepless nights. I took a break from writing but the second you got me hooked my thumbs hurt from typing. I want to spend my entire ******* life telling people how your lips Against my neck felt like Sunday mornings and clean bedsheets. And how I felt so **** safe in your arms. My home doesn't have four walls and a bed, it's with you. In between your arms. You are the one place I don't want to escape
from. I want to sell twenty million copies of a book telling how you would ramble about your fascinations or how you get frazzled about the twins or cars. People write about love and lust and heartbreak. I'm sorry I am one of these people. There aren't enough powerful words to describe to you how I feel and how bad it hurts when I know it's can't work. I'm sorry for turning you into poetry when I met you. When a writer falls in love with you, you never die. It's constantly in their writing. And you're a person who deserves to be remembered for eternity.
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 11:26 PM UTC
the world underneath
the thatched bowl
of night
is waiting for
vernal beginnings.
sleep is
transit.
dream is the
locomotive.
the wind blows through the window
with a sequence of perceived ends.
my only moon reels through
everything's impending newness,
trailing a far-flung equinox.
clock's fulcrum turns a page
and the now dislimned words tumble, scouring to be seen but
denied of emphasis.
if only we could singlehandedly
blow each of the candles on the
night's banquet, we wouldn't be this restless in waiting.
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 10:01 AM UTC
More or less
We wait
In silence
For our death
Why are we alone
Scared and confused
By what the past has done
And what the future will bring
Closing doors
Creating walls
Between reality
And imagination
Our thoughts divided
By walls of fear
That linger
By the waters edge
Streams like rivers
That flow like idea's
Into the bleeding heart
That we will singlehandedly destroy
We will carry on
Fighting for any chance
To revive
The dead inside of us
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 2:49 PM UTC
I utterly adore the way
You say what you say.
And you inspire me
In more ways than one.
It's the simpler way of expressing
These undue feelings.
Little do I understand my own
Although I try.
But writing about it, singlehandedly,
Enables me a power.
You write with your fingers
But this feels incomparable.
Every word seems to
Divulge your clever thoughts.
I want to be as open as you,
Yet as passionate too.
As good,
As loved.
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 3:44 PM UTC