"stabilizing" poems
you are the center, the sun in the sky
warming, lighting, guiding those below
you are the core, the hub in the wheel
forming, maintaining, strengthening the circle
you are the earth, the bedrock beneath
supporting, stabilizing, reinforcing our lives
you are the reason for our being, our births, our lives
nurturing, nourishing, caring for our hopes, our dreams
you gather, sort the fruits, roots harvested from the land
tending, stoking, reviving embers smothering in the hearth
your strength transcends your body, your mind, your heart
from the first child, to the last, your love, affection is forever
you cradle, caress, kiss, comforting the child
reassuring, protecting, shooing monsters away
you are the strong, tough, steady woman in our lives
fierceness of a lioness, tender as a kitten, loving her child
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 10:10 PM UTC
Stabilizing sentiments
try to control me,
but little do they know;
this too shall pass
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 5:39 PM UTC
Core—molten caramel center but
dead. dead. dead.
Hot.
Bleeding.
Then cool, small and massed. A
little red
button in the sky more than 400 times
the diameter of—*I snap
my fingers.*
Magician
star
gives birth to carbon, oxygen, and contract
gravitationally toward
the black clasped to
nowhere—an end melting
rock, evaporating ocean, stabilizing
expansion caught in
helium
flash—the metals of yesteryear
believed to exist inside
of you.
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 10:33 AM UTC
Hydrogen, a gas
Fusing in the night sky stars
As we watch in awe.
Helium, such a
Noble gas, lightly lovely,
Filling our balloons.
Our first alkali
Lithium, lightest metal,
Stabilizing moods.
Beryllium, a
Metal that makes alloys which
Are strong and don't spark.
Do your laundry, friends,
And experience boron:
Borax detergent.
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 12:19 PM UTC
Like continents moving the skin off from over me , slowly..
deliberately with great force on the rest of my being ,
each aspect of myself emerges anew
from the cocoon like first layer of childhood ,
i see myself spiral from the snakeskin left on the floor
a forge is in it’s place
of molten liquid energy running along my meridians.
Serenading every judgement of another character with love shine ,
fresh from the gardens of mine
that bathe
by the sea air
in my root chakra layer... mingles ,
with the heart echo arrow
i send it with.
Known; that the judgements of others are a side product of judgement of self.
Be it , through the eyes of a hopeful parent or a tired teacher , a pig or a nit.... an angel or specter himself -
None equal as true, to the eyes i see through
on the matter my being is composed of.
Integrating stillness in my vivacious bones , conscious movements flow , stabilizing the unknown into the known , materializing the un-materialized subconscious realm.
Moving through visible reality shifts and mind rifts , exploring
the astral world around me
whilst moving through physical boundaries of borders
Developing organs in my subtle body .
Manifesting my foundations for stamina.
What a joy it is to live from the heart.
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 11:32 AM UTC
When I came to, it was already too late.
Tumbling at the speed of sound and pointed
at the only thing I ever cared about.
Home.
Readjusting and stabilizing
the shot towards earth,
I remembered what was packed tight
in the cargo hold with the titanium alloy exoskeleton.
It was a matter of total energy.
So powerful,
that I used it to come see my home world
even though it was long since abolished.
The destruction was a mystery up until now.
As I hurled towards earth with my incredible dangerous load.
My only hope was that I could come back and save my family.
I would have never considered
that I would be the demise of my entire species,
nonetheless all of the underestimated subspecies that would die too.
"Captain."
The vessels computer was attempting to revive me.
“Impact in thirteen seconds.”
The ship commanded in the most perfect womanly voice.
"Ten."
"Initialize magnetic gyroscopic shielding." I say.
"Nine."
My planets surface was closing in.
I could see the coastline waves
rolling and ebbing with the moon.
"Eight."
At this moment I considered my probable demise.
"Seven."
“Captain, interdimensional equipment
charged and awaiting coordinates.”
She said,
as her other voice commanded,
“Five seconds till impact.”
Collapsible was the style of our Universe.
All I had to do now,
was tap the controls and I would leave the atmosphere instantly,
taking me in between the folds of particles.
The hull was losing integrity as was I.
And on that thought,
I simply pressed the button
and started my return to my lonely place in time.
Alone in the distant future and in the silence of space.
The passing eons of space-time were rattling my very bones.
But I ascended to the very place in time
where I would have been.
And there she was in all her exaltation.
Earth.
Untainted as I once recalled.
That’s when it struck me.
It was only logical that my life had been
looping all these years.
Destroying and saving humanity
all at the same time.
So typically me.
"Computer, set a course for San Francisco."
Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 6:09 PM UTC
i wish i were a chemist,
so that i could hypothesize
& limit my attempts &
my experiments in futility
so that maybe, I could
tell you that your mere
presence was a catalyst
to my volatile elements
provoking reactions,
left & right, endless
explosions in my head
& mostly, in my chest
or that you tasted like a
antidote to the mundane
bringing me back from
this quiet complacence
i could drink your tonic,
swallow your smoke,
& devour your scraps
like a starving bulimic
or how your poison
made me slip, drip like
mercury, through your
skillful & soft fingertips
like sodium, this persistent
salt that refuses to quit
from my veins, a reserve
remains after the detox
or why i would oscilliate
between the alkaline &
the acidic, never quite
stabilizing at a safe degree
if i had know all this,
i would not have played
alchemist, concocting
a worthless elixir of life
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 3:11 AM UTC
Do you ever feel tied to a string drifting aimlessly through the world?
Forcibly being pulled in random directions and never the way you want?
Then why do you shy away from the one who holds you tight,
The one who tells you to ignore the habitual ways of the world and go where you want?
When they hold onto the string which sways you, dont you feel as if you have been stabilized?
As if the world is no longer just a blur, but a vision of clarity around those gentle hands which hold you in their grasp?
As if they are all of the answers to the questions life relentlessly asks you?
When they stop you from swaying out of control the dizziness doesn't stop
It leaves from your head and rushes to your heart sending butterflies to your stomach
Leaving you in a foreign position with thoughts you can't believe you hold behind your fragile mind
Before you have time to hold your hands out to catch yourself you begin to fall heart first for the one nobly clutching onto your wavering string
All the doubt and panic of the world seems irrelevant
As time passes the worries of yesterday fade away as you gaze into the eyes of the one gallantly at your side
As the distance between you fade your heart lightens as the strings connecting you disappear to be replaced by warmth of those stabilizing hands
No longer separated by the strings of fate your thoughts are clear
The one who's been there through all of the calamity
The one who held you when you were lost and insecure
Who brought you out of the veils of darkness and into the light
A friend, a lover, a soulmate
The person just for you who built their home inside your heart
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 12:29 AM UTC
Blood splattered across the table
Life personified in fables
Mother goose fantasies
Overshadowed reality
Matter of fact
Splatters are galaxies
Stabilizing
through Visine
Bloodshot eyes
Leaked tears
Membrane lining
Littered across the table
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 8:02 AM UTC
We are a subway.
We ride encroaching on our own spaces.
We bundle and fold each other
into outer significant dimensions.
Our arms harden to tree trunks
while our blood begs to flow freely under the elevated pressure,
grounding our Earthly existence.
This track beats on without destination,
regardless of bumps and bulges in the pathways,
our starting point forgotten light years before.
We try sharpening the images melting under this velocity,
and our eyes flicker back and forth attempting to follow these quickening pictures.
But we ride on,
crushed by the pressures of the Earth,
decaying the love we housed in storage,
now rationed up our stabilizing arms,
holding us averagely comfortable in this close proximity.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 2:26 PM UTC
Sometimes you can see in the faded
tapestry shapes and scenes that move
from foreground to background and
background to foreground.
Other times you only see the tattered
granularity of the weave and nothing else.
Is it the ocean that sounds
like traffic or the traffic that
sounds like the ocean?
As you ponder this question,
what you are holding slips
from your fingers and your mood
stabilizing regimen scatters
across the dusty floor.
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 11:19 PM UTC
One. Two. Clear.
One. Two. Clear.
The dark begins to fade.
Here it comes again.
One. Two. Clear.
I would like to go swimming,
maybe in Florida.
We’ll bring her this time.
How does she look now?
She’ll splash us.
The water would hit me like needles.
Penetrating under the surface.
I don’t know if she’ll like the beach.
The sand is like glass.
Walking barefoot would make me bleed
and turn the sand a strange maroon color.
One. Two. Clear.
What does she like?
My other kids love jet skiing
in the big blue ocean.
We could play this game.
I can go under water for a while.
Longer. Longer.
One. Two. Clear.
My lungs are about to burst
like the balloon I bought her those years ago.
It popped and reminded me of
a deflated kidney tied to a string.
I remember her crying.
I didn’t buy her a new one.
I guess I can come up for air now.
One. Two. Clear.
This time the water in my lungs
tastes like blood.
Stabilizing.
I wish the darkness would come back.
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 2:11 PM UTC
An inquisitive mind—flourished from oppression into a cave as rich as Reed mine
Where tourists can flood my thoughts
Pick at my gold and sell it for their lives
Stabilizing their own
While weakening my historic rise
Greed increases, and relationships are seceded
Because everyone wants to obtain sacred pieces
Wandering through pixels of distorted visions
Gatherers become hunters
Painting with blood, their own ambitions
Setting standards for the continuing generations
In turn, a figurative genocide
For the sake of remaining proclamations
Paralyzing, terrorizing, and destroying indifferent others
If time manipulates unfortunate events, perhaps the solution
Is just the opposite
Creatures of habit soon face an evolution
Once protagonists reach a state of lucid retribution
It defines them as antagonists playing a role of uncanny acts
The renowned vigilantes use time as their sword
To reenact their own demise and call unto their lord
Scattered within the affluent cave
The people and their children
And their children's children
Are enslaved, digging their own graves while being influenced by vacuous hopes and darkened shapes
The repetitive motions devolved into psychopathic notions
They attempted to escape but were punished for breaking the rotation
Whipped, humiliated, and shamed
The cave insulated the pain
By offering priceless artifacts
Within my knowledgeable den
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 9:39 PM UTC
What if I told you
I was going to **** myself?
Would you think it true
Or leave it on the shelf?
You always say you care
But what did you mean?
You are never there
When I start to lean
To begin my collapse
Without your stabilizing kindess
While she saps
Away my happiness
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 5:12 PM UTC
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.Sir murmurs feverish death
spells,
Bewitched hysteria enchanted elven
ears,
Violin strings of stuttering velvet
echo,
vacuity beguile cracked
telescopes,
Sir’s feigned ruby lips
lament.
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.Draperies comb the purple
hare,
Riveted coats sneeze in the
pallor,
Stabilizing the drunken
absences,
Late violets exhale in
tedium.
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.Sir views tree sagging in dirt
coffins,
In fabricated
tranquility,
With pleasant booming
hums.
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.Sirs deteriorating dense
chasms,
Encounter convenient
disorientation.
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.Spotted desolate greenery a hafted ax of
demise.
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Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 1:28 PM UTC
I trust no one without you
Stabilizing my thoughts,
But you have turned to ash
Now within the winds.
No longer with the living
Without you I wilt, I am
Less than I was. But I still
Miss your breath.
Could I motivate without
Your words to keep me in
The minds of reality, I am
Lost upon an ocean of thought
Without you I will capsize and
Loss my grip, without you I am lost
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 4:12 PM UTC
The blood pours
And life drains
Triage means
A card with my name
Is held in my hand
Shaking….
Dizzied with shock
On one knee
Tired
Must rest…
As I plead
Going down
To the floor….
There’s shouting….
Awake
A nurse
Is speaking to me
Can you get up?
Looking sideways
I see
Trying to move
Crying….
I get up
To the stretcher
Lying down
Blood
Soaking hands
And running down
Pressure stabilizing…
I regain my strength
To a room
We walk
My son and a nurse
And all the small talk
And stop
The bleeding….
Feb 13, 2010
Feb 13, 2010 at 7:16 PM UTC
Trap in your mirror reflection.
A world Lost through space an time. No rhyme through the disconnection;Of the objection, stabilizing the this infection. You said I'll be one gone well your wrong.
Spreads like some ******* plague.
Colors dancing with me tonight.
As your words turn vague.
Something seem so outright.
You valued your light while I remained your opposite within one with the dark.
Piercing eyes to dish threw the ********
fierce as the mixture of toxins in your bloodstream couldn't you admit.
Trying to find an urge to resist but **** it barley feels I exist. Run astray, warped in the present.
Make it alive. Make it alive.
Or... Strive...to... Real.
Jan 16, 2018
Jan 16, 2018 at 1:54 AM UTC
I was jealous of the way he looked at her,
Envious because she got to stare into the beautiful gentle eyes
I craved the way he held her tight, slightly protected, stabilizing himself onto her
Dying for the way she clutched onto his arm, keeping herself steady on him
Obsessed by the way they clinged to each other
Wishing it was me
Wishing it wasn't her
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 12:10 AM UTC
Everyone has high days
And everyone has low days
And sometimes it's been
So long since normalcy
You forget
Its steady pleasure
Of feeling between
Of a perfect balance of joy
And depression
Sometimes the world is
Caving in around you
That you feel as though
You're falling through space
Forgetting the stability
Of solid ground
And tears are as much of a relief
As lines carved in skin
Thats retraced in red of
Varying degree of vibrancy
Sometimes you vent to the
Privacy of a lonely notebook
One that never spills secrets
Or someone on the other end
Of the phone
Telling you everything will be fine
But you don't know if you believe those words
And you're crying out for help
Hoping someone will notice
So you don't have to
Sometimes there's a happy ending
Sometimes there's never a good ending
Sometimes it just continues
On the cycle of never ending repeat
Of highs and lows
And then the time you find a steady stabilizing balance
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 11:29 PM UTC
The sky captures my heart
Stabilizing it's sporadic beat
When things start spinning out of control
Looking up will keep me on my feet
It's always the same
At least for my lifetime
And when everything is changing
The sky is a reason to the chaotic rhyme
The mass is stretched
The stars a scatter
The moon glows bright
It all quiets my inner chatter
There's something calming
About it's existence
Always there
Without resistance
It adds a color to the world
Whether day or night
The stars showing you're not alone
Or the sun shining bright
Clouds showing how it breathes
Rain expressing it's pain
Thunder the sound of it's cries
Lightning striking angry, announcing it's name
The sky is above us
And will always be around
As long as we live
It will keep us earth bound
And with it we will know
That it will always be
Consistent and stable
When everything else is changing freely.
Dec 9, 2010
Dec 9, 2010 at 2:30 PM UTC
Ἀμφιτρίτη
rising out of the sea like sunshine
brilliant blue feathers
airfoils lifting you
your energy stabilizing
holographic universe
with black holes abound
******* up your endless brilliance
they’re no match
eventually you turn them
inside out
just patient galaxies
waiting to unfold
they need you
for your light
momentousness
vicissitude of seasons
hearts gravitate to you
force of attraction
terrestrial bodies are know for
special reflection
souls need to find their way
kind gentle compassionate pulling
Amphitrite
my very existence
shimmering
without you
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 4:04 PM UTC
Beautiful, balance,
basically made
from necessity
A planet of fire,
stabilizing a chaos of gas and dust- amazingly,
fashioned creation
A home
to beings purposed to survive,
from lowest crustacean,
to enigmatic leaders of beasts
and nations
May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 10:21 AM UTC
*Another long chapter finalized,
With an unsatisfying end,
Wedges sit in the breaks,
With no means to mend.*
*Left to stir, in disconnection,
Slowly absorbing my reality,
Suffering from a lack of control,
In stabilizing my mentality.*
*The vast space, now a void,
Fills with pain and sorrow,
Another sleepless night ahead,
Drifting into a cold tomorrow.*
*Whispers scream, "you're broken,"
Suffocating in bitter defeat,
Mustering the strength to stand,
Rather than cower and retreat.*
*Soon before me is another day;
The start of a new chapter,
How do I face my choices-
The consequences of laughter?*
*I can only give a broken smile,
Weighed down by damage,
Now alone with my depression,
Unsure of how to manage.*
Copyright ©2015 Jamie Johnson
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 2:39 AM UTC
i dont like the feelings you give me
like discarded gifts with ripped wrapping paper,
a "sorry" and a promise for more later.
anger builds like a carpenter early in the morning
restructuring and stabilizing walls i put up
for people like you, and i knew but here i am.
always relying on the world outside myself
to lend a hand. and god **** can i breathe please?
suffocating on everything you think i should be
where's the spiritual audit?
where's karma?
where's the righteous accounting for being everything i said i was, for not doing the things you think i did, and for not dying.
no cameras to show how ****** up this all is,
no one to hold my hand tightly as they say what i really needed to hear two years ago:
NOT THIS ONE.
Jun 10, 2025
Jun 10, 2025 at 8:54 PM UTC