"skyrockets" poems
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*Salvation comes with a price--
Pried open doors,
choir songs of fingerdust
resurrecting goldrush,
and a pretty little
cromulent called whitewash.
New century martyrs
have risen up to burn books,
and quotes,
and tongues,
and every contrariwise thought,
--is this intuition or inquisition?
What ascends is trapped within
tenebrific clouds,
returning to barren ground
when it rains unholy prayers.
They don't crusade for you or me.
They contest for dominion and mastery.
Those who believe are mooncalf.
This torchlight of intolerance
sends out skyrockets,
and away it goes!
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Past generations
burning at the stake,
at the hands of sinners clothed as saints,
in cathedral oblivion,
dismembering their future
in the blood of their own children.
Amen?*
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Mar 25, 2021
Mar 25, 2021 at 10:18 AM UTC
Cat call in the distance at three am
Someone far away is hot
And someone far away is *****
Decisions made with beer goggles
As you half-sleep in a bubbly, pleasant haze
There’s more evidence for evolution
Than skeletons and theories
I think as I hear a college girl
Shriek just like a chimpanzee
Below on Spruce Street
Far away noises sound so close
They are inside my tiny flat
Invading
How frightening it would be to venture outside so late
On a saturday night
And soak up the stupidity
Violence at the slightest provocation
Passive-aggressive friendliness
Walk past a bar
Would I make it home alive?
The city lights cast a morning glow
on the trees and the now-grey sky
It looks as if the sun is rising
But, no, I’m still here in my warm, fluffy bed
Half-asleep, half-awake like most nights
When will I escape this vampire’s schedule?
I long for the early mornings of my youth
Seven am, the darkness lingering
Birds chirping, parents yelling,
Reading on the school bus
Innocence, naïveté, thinking life was so difficult then
But it wasn’t
That was just the beginning
The **** population skyrockets after two am
Because nothing good happens then
Birds, maybe robins, singing at four am
Everything is backwards at this hour
And so much more frightening
Terrified of even leaving my room
Down the dark, empty hallway
Maybe I’m just jealous
I wish I had some friends to be stupid and drunk with
Some men and boys too
Even just some alcohol
A cold glass of beer
To help me sleep
To taste
So bubbly and bittersweet
Pop with a punch
I must imagine my glass of water as a mug of beer
And hope...
Apr 15, 2012
Apr 15, 2012 at 5:33 PM UTC
Written August 31, 2012 (the day after my birthday!)
It actually baffles me, how the human heart works. As a species, us humans enjoy believing we're the best species, we're far more advanced than any other animal, we're so much smarter, we have technology... and opposable thumbs! But in reality, though our inventions and creations are the most advanced, really we're just like animals in the wild. In the end, it all comes down to instinct. Recently, I found this fact in myself to be remarkably true. We have someone in our lives we care about, for example. Instinctually, we want to protect them, so when they do something bad, naturally we want to defend them, especially after seeing them going through hard times. Your defensive instinct skyrockets and you make excuses for them and defend their right to make mistakes after what they've been through but there comes a point when your instinct to protect yourself overpowers your instinct to protect someone else separate from yourself. Especially after finding out you had been defending them for nothing and all this changes in a couple days.
Jan 1, 2013
Jan 1, 2013 at 1:59 PM UTC
every time you
touch me,
kiss me,
love me,
it feels
like the first
time.
with you
my stomach
turns into
a butterfly
garden,
my hands become
slick with sweat,
my eyes shimmer
and glow.
you make
me have a
hummingbird
heartbeat;
it races a million
beats, a gazillion
miles
per second;
travels all
across the states,
countries,
all around the
world and
skyrockets
through the
universe.
Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 6:25 PM UTC
open mic night
stands shivering with
star shine
and a little coffee house
just north of the furthest peak
of the Appalachia chain
pour your soul out
i was there
with the skyrockets behind guitars
nothing but a raw voice
and a standing ovation heart
brought the hands together
when copper met copper
where my lining had been torn off
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 11:09 PM UTC
I give you a word
And press it to your ear like kisses.
This is the nature of poems
That they tremble in the flesh
Like fireflies fading too soon.
I give you a word
And press it to your eyes like laughter
After the nature of sun-glow
Dazzling Damascus wonders
Like the meridian at noon
I give you a word
And press it to your heart like honey
Funny the nature of speaking
That can frazzle the nerves and sparkle
Like skyrockets chasing the Moon.
I will give you a word
And press it to your tongue like thunder
Under the nature of breathing
That flutters in your registers
Like an old song without a tune
I give you these words
Will you give me your ears
And your eyes
And your heart
And your voice
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 4:27 AM UTC
He looks back at you from two desks over
Your heartbeat skyrockets as he takes in your tear-filled eyes
You feel so vulnerable
You hold each other's gaze
There's no need to look at the front of the classroom
But I wish I could've warned you
You should've looked away.
You shouldn't have said anything that next day
You shouldn't have given him your number
And for God's sake, you shouldn't have fallen in love.
I ask, why did it happen so easily?
It's been eight months since then.
Why couldn't you have walked away?
He tricked you
He danced with you
He kissed you
He played the piano for you.
He was sweet
And you fell for it.
I wish I could've warned you
You should've realized
When he wouldn't hold your hand
What he was worth
When he found another girl so quickly
What you didn't mean to him
You were so in love...
And so heartbroken...
I wish I could've warned you
You should've let him go
You shouldn't have let yourself become his "second best"
His other girl
You should be shamed
You should regret it
But you didn't
And you still don't
The only thing you do anymore
Is wish he'd talk to you more often
Wish he'd kiss you again
Wish he'd pretend to like you
Like he pretended before
I'm warning you now
Though I know you won't listen
You know who he is and what he does
But you still won't listen to me
Because you love him anyways still
But if that's true,
Why do you feel so conflicted?
Why do you cry over him so often?
You always blame yourself
But you shouldn't because
He didn't come with a warning.
Oct 2, 2011
Oct 2, 2011 at 12:39 PM UTC
I love the sound of clicking keyboards.
Of beating hearts. Of waking up next to you.
I love the steady, the whole
The more than I thought I could have.
The sounds of you and me, at night
In the morning
In the afternoon, skyrockets flying.
I love the sounds of your lips on my shoulder
Of your fingers in my hair.
Of our skin combining.
I love the noises of now.
Sep 14, 2010
Sep 14, 2010 at 1:26 PM UTC
One week left
'til school starts
One week left
'til I fall apart
Preparations begin
for sleepless nights
Frustrations give in
to haunting frights
Anxiety skyrockets
in my weary mind
Checking all my pockets
to see if I can find
Time
*Just a little bit longer
Of having sanity as an option*
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 4:30 PM UTC
this jumbled mess
skyrockets my stress
i see this chaos of tangled lines
i feel anxiety welling up inside
how's it possible to go in just a day
from neatly arranged to disordered this way
laws of entropy can go to hell
universal disorder makes me feel unwell
don't have the patience, the panic roars
trying to untangle these **** headphone cords
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 12:22 AM UTC
Well look at the sky in all Her wonder
Yes, it is She that speaks with brilliance
Send waves of warmth and peace to each other
Lightens the load of worry’s ignorance.
Pause, step away from society’s ills,
Caustic judgments that temper true our soul
Imagine skyrockets; creative thrills
To sweep away fears to which we enroll.
On the horizon’s violent challenge
Speak a dialogue, suggest a quiet
Respite to an insane world’s revenge;
That hindrance, humanity desperate.
Bask in Nature’s beauty so powerful
While blinds all mechanics artificial.
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 2:48 PM UTC
Endless possibilities are echoed in a melody.
A song that brings the soul to life,
With a chorus that can make the body rise.
The lyrics take their place within my lungs,
As I exhale the words, the song is sung.
A beauty flows in every note and cord,
My mind skyrockets, my imagination sores,
Creating immortal music within my heart.
For this is not the end of a life,
But the beginning of a brand new start.
Time is still running out the hour glass,
For we all know,
As all time comes, it soon shall pass.
But as far as I’m concerned,
The music deep within will last,
Continuing even after we all are dead and gone,
The tune will remain, the soul move on.
For music never truly dies
As long as within a passionate heart it lies.
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 6:41 PM UTC
What nips in a bud is novelty
Unconventional, perturbed
What skyrockets is conservatism
Stimulated by critical dissent
What inconsequentially bursts out
Is then societal haemorrhage and paralysis..
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 1:56 PM UTC
As my adrenaline skyrockets,
My palms sweat profusely.
Telepathic audio clips play,
While I sift through personalities
to find what suits me.
They say that there're
plenty to of fish in the sea,
So I avoid the bottom feeders.
Yet I'm an angler,
about as ugly as can be.
Though all fish wander,
Some swim too deep.
I managed to scrape some of
The common sheep.
Slyly swimming swiftly Sleek,
By producing a lumen ornament;
I hypnotize the weak.
Awestricken by the allure
I use the light as a shield.
Yet cloaked in darkness,
Oh what such
a deadly weapon I yield;
These are Examples of actions,
Executed for meals.
Like the ornament's prance,
Or death's Dance.
Incomes a new victim,
If I wanna slay this hunger here's my chance.
Have you ever heard the saying don't step into light?
Swim too far,
And you'll see these teeth tonight.
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 8:25 AM UTC
Corporate world transformation ambition
New definition in team composition
Once human agents now robot cognition
Enter the post-human workforce transition
Efficiency skyrockets
Low people, high profits
Delivery, optimized
Retailers, digitized
Dialogue, personalized
Despite hefty savings in stress leave and tissues
The droid revolution is riddled with issues
Compassionless robots corrode
Human relations are slowed
People speak less
Smile less
Trust less…
Science boffins add humanoid humour
and vulnerability augments compatibility
within hybrid social systems
Sentiment sub-routines
avoid awkwardness and
tame transitions
Androids are made more like humans
People-only is ended
Social systems are blended
Human feelings transcended
Workforce entry amended
Now proficient production
is intermittently interrupted
by androids leaking feelings
Patched up too many times
Spare parts are sparse
Units are on their non-figurative
last legs, arms, and heads
Management resists re-investment in the
replaceable, robotic working class
Sad androids stand stranded,
disbanded, drab-handed,
slam-hanged and harangued,
despoiled and destroyed…
To delegate feelings to mechanoid beings
Is fast guaranteeing the absence of meaning
To swap warm emotion for chilly devotion
brings human implosion and moral erosion
Closed system, no weak points
All software, no souls
Is almost as useless as sieves with no holes
Or icing, no cake
For every mistake
ends with a correction
through error detection
Inspection, reflection
And causal connection
That causes protection
and growing conviction
that this is a fiction,
which feeds a new faction
for human affection…
The commerce machine is for people, however,
One person alone can be wrong, but together
The networks of pet-quirks and step-shirks and blunders
Make slipping and lapsing and rending asunder
No wonder the funders are foible-free hunters
To engineer-out human error
The fewer the humans the better
But work is a meaningful human endeavour
Nov 6, 2024
Nov 6, 2024 at 10:43 PM UTC
All those nights Giddy on energy
Just to get treated like a loose and ***** penny...
Limited mindset made you think there's plenty
I'm not like your pile, I'm rare to the many.
My cost may lack profit
My value skyrockets
I'm not high on ego
Your eyes left your sockets
I've given you your chance
I'm the limited edition
Cause I am my only
And you've made your decision.
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 12:55 AM UTC