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"skyrockets" poems
~ *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! trending on your homepage: 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
auto-da-fé (act of faith)
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...
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Apr 15, 2012
Apr 15, 2012 at 5:33 PM UTC
Beer
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...
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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.
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Jan 1, 2013
Jan 1, 2013 at 1:59 PM UTC
Untitled. - An angry rant about instincts.
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.
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Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 6:25 PM UTC
Hummingbird Heartbeat
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
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Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 11:09 PM UTC
open mic
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
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Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 4:27 AM UTC
I Will Give You a Word
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.
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Oct 2, 2011
Oct 2, 2011 at 12:39 PM UTC
Old Me
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.
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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.
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Sep 14, 2010
Sep 14, 2010 at 1:26 PM UTC
daily music
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*
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Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 4:30 PM UTC
One Week of Sanity
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
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Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 12:22 AM UTC
unexplained knots
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.
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Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 2:48 PM UTC
A Beautiful Day
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.
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Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 6:41 PM UTC
Immortal Beauty
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..
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Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 1:56 PM UTC
Societal paralysis..
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.
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Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 8:25 AM UTC
Falling to fast
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
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Nov 6, 2024
Nov 6, 2024 at 10:43 PM UTC
Conversational commerce revolution
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
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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.
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Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 12:55 AM UTC
If Snacks Could Talk.