"streamer" poems
Maganda ka pa rin.
Kahit lagas ang halos lahat ng iyong ngipin
at pilas ang maganda **** pisngi.
Maganda ka pa rin.
Kahit hirap na kitang makilala.
Kahit hindi ko na makita ang ngiting dati ay para sa akin.
Maganda ka pa rin, aking asawa.
Magandang, maganda ka pa rin sa aking paningin,
mahal kong asawa.
Bigla ko tuloy naaalala,
noong hindi pa tayo magkakilala.
Palagi kita tinitignan. Mula sa malayo.
Sa likod ng mga streamer. Sa likod ng mga banner.
Parang stalker. Tinitignan kita.
Kaya naman parang umaakyat sa hagdanan ang aking kaligayahan
nang ikaw ay magpasyang mag-fulltime.
Nang tanggapin mo ang aking laking-bukid na pag-ibig,
At mas lalo, siyempre nang ikasal tayo sa opisina ng KOMPRA.
Pero, mahal na kasama, ngayong gabi,
ibig sana kitang sarilinin.
Tayo lang sana ng mga anak natin.
Pwede bang kahit ngayong gabi ay maipagdamot ka namin?
Pwede bang dito ka muna sa amin?
Oo, alam ko,
di mo iyon nanaisin. Sasabihin mo pihado, sigurado.
Pamilya mo rin sila- manggagawa, magsasaka, mga kasama.
Kaya't kasama nila,
bubuhayin ko ang iyong alaala.
Bubuhayin namin ang iyong mga alaala.
Ang huling araw na ikaw ay nakasama.
Ang huling text message na iyong pinadala.
Ang iyong mga aral at mga hamon.
At batid naming lahat saan ka man naroroon.
Tiyak namin san ka man naroroon.
Tumatawa ka nang malakas,
tinatawanan mo ang mga ungas.
Mga ungas sila. Bigo sila. Epic fail sila.
Nabigo silang ika'y patahimikin.
Nabigo silang pag-aaklas natin ay pahupain.
Akala nila nagwakas,
Pero tumutupok pa rin ang sinindihan **** ningas.
At sa muling pagbalikwas ng malayang bukas.
I-aabot natin sa tarangkahan ng kanilang mga kaluluwa ang wakas.
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 1:00 PM UTC
My Maypole mind unravels
reverses centrifugal force
its streamer shreds of ribbons
spinning backwards
in one grand and splendid rush.
Mind loosened and snapped
tatters
fluttering free
electric after-images
of me.
© M.L.Emmett
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 9:57 AM UTC
With time there's nothing visual. . .
Only things. . . due after some fact. . .
What we consider is most purest of things. . .
to some, it's just white hurricane crack. . .
I consider myself. . .
With time all illusions. . . set to the side. . .
Life is pure. . . without a blanket of time. .
We consider,. . . we all make it in rhyme. . .
Someway . . .or another. . .
The world is got so much more then to bother. . .each One another. . .
Then to share with joyful expression,. . . that time but allows us. . .
To the fullest extent,. . . time as illusion. . .
Can only make more then one self,. . . then the other one melt. . .
Getting spanked all around. . . All the crazies do us by belt. . .
What **** is the matter,. . . has time cut into your butter. . .
Greasing up all the streets,. . . boiling off all intelligence. .
Even speaker who shares with the world with poetic intelligence,. . .
thats love to the life. . . . with the time with his neighbors. . .
Such life is a streamer,. . . streaming through time, . . .
time of one's life surrounded by steam of another. . .
When we cram on one another, time is illusion. .
running over. . . creating a fusion. . .
one from another creating confusion. . .time is illusion. . .
To look at a counter, less fulfilment then want her. .
Because time as illusion. . . invades escape from this cooky confusion. . .
When eyes set bound to imposter, your dream in reality. . .
always forming when time is without a solution, . . .
just letting it go. . . unfurls deep worlds we've only just known. . .
beyond in time is the scape. . .where numbers be running. . .
a world out of shape. . . If time was a matter. . .
To please all our moods. . . this world would be great. . . but The world is so great. . .
all musicians we are, i promiss you know it. . .we flow around with each other. . .
But time has concealed her, to even distinct, the sound of the peaceful. .
Where sound is a stink. . .to even consider, where **** did we all go. . .
looking for clocks, on rocks and a mirror. . .
Time grieve, be a mirror. . For only as far as it goes, you'll never see her. . .
If time is illusion, our minds won't confuse her. . only to melt with the extra minute on clock. . .
To consider every moment,. . . . time is illusion. . .that every moment is just a matter of memory. .
In each other, and in some. . . Some parts are for bad, to refuse on the good,
and some parts are for good to refuse on the bad. . .
Positive time is our best, with time. . You forget its illusion when roaming galant and free. . .
Far from illusion hidden behind, there is a consorted of sorts. . . . misery. . Time is illusion
Oct 18, 2011
Oct 18, 2011 at 8:42 AM UTC
when the streamer met a dreamer
all this must be really real
your game puts all the guys to shame
your voice feels like i really feel
when you called me your wild daisy
i hope all the others heard
baby i'm not that crazy
baby don't take the other's word
if only he could see her
he'd see who she really was
he wouldn't wanna be her
nobody really does
Nov 2, 2021
Nov 2, 2021 at 4:02 AM UTC
Tyrant vandal Belly buttons born from tongue toy hammer whack shameless pantomime gold-digger jezebel ***** archetype bad product off food witchy fingers green fluorescent pink yellow ray of backwards twist mother truckers flat wheel tyre engine fire engine whoop weep tear tears down ripped up feeling face straight up to ceiling baby crib our tired little limbs break against the tide I want to swim away from here place island Caribbean holiday at Christmas I don’t want to be here when I get back lead trail hike walk up the stairs followed my shadow tie me up to lamppost dead flowers bouquet take give taker giver relationship spit out the blues by Benny and The Jets riddle saxophonists up walls and silly laughter clown faces you are a good morning stream streamer party thrower down sink lob me up pipes plumber broken loo place to sit and ponder on my **** think too many faces cherub fat little smile me a river bend down here we build a fort like kids and you’re home for ***** sake safety traffic cone orange still scares me to death bobby pins left on windowsills I chuck the memory out back it makes me sick pummel the cheekbones down flat face two face baby feet get into bins bin trash bag split when I picked it up I’m covered in rotten courgetti hipster you’re a stinking mess I hate your stupid shoes walk in a straight line you drunken ******* skip home with me hop scotch decanter glass slips off side crash pop Rice Krispy cereal noise white noise rain playlist through the walls
I push through in pure stubbornness
I
leave us be
lots of love,
distance.
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 1:15 PM UTC
the heart butcher has found me once again tonight,
found that hidden passage so hollow now
into the torn void of my soul--
the net set still, my cave fell in & compromised once more.
you could not fail. i am defeated.
left questioning the marble days, bourbon drenched nights
heavy like the stone which sinks
in the wretched river of my veins,
the distant lost time thereafter.
thanatos comes to say hello & i shut my window instead.
tired of the game. no more nights
wasted trying to forget.
life is a ball of yarn
& i am unraveled
like a streamer.
tomorrow ends today
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 4:39 PM UTC
The purple dancer runs along
With ashen streamer flowing
It tails the dancer as the song
Climaxes, ever knowing
The moves are clear, concise, complete
And audience views the tale
The streamer obeys eager feet
The dancer does not fail
The purple dancer's feet attack
And lovingly embrace
The floor of fibrous white in stack
The medium of this place
And when at last the dance is done
The ashen streamer taken
Illumination: Mind has won
And through this, world has shaken
Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 9:29 PM UTC
Across Hyrule he shall roam,
After Navi finds him and gives him his cue,
He shall visit Ranches, Castles, Villages, even a Tomb,
While wandering new garb he'll find - Wearin Green, Red, and even Blue.
This man - too old, too pure - rages at almost every turn,
Throwing controllers and yelling loud,
Cursing as he watches his stream crash and burn,
Not caring yet always aware if he's doing so in front of a crowd.
A streamer true,
A rager pure,
Old Man Skip is a runner for you,
Plays it once, plays it twice, but he'll play it for sure.
His highs and lows are far yet few,
Good days, bad days every day in-between,
He still greets everyone with smile weather old or new,
Stick around a while tell what you've seen.
Wave a hello, say a good-bye,
But always know:
Heroes are forever remembered - but Legends?
Legends Never Die
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 8:45 PM UTC
A child. An only child.
A child of the internet.
Raised on flashing images, raised on gorging down content.
Know the best and worst and most obscure video games right off the tip of your head.
Feel soothed by a streamer’s voice, get influenced by a community’s humor, find a niche, burrow in it.
Not many friends, but they raised you, made you feel not so alone, which you are, physically, mentally.
Stay up for hours, muted television, bright laptop screen.
They say blue light’s bad for the eyes, bad for circadian rhythms, let’s test out that theory.
There goes your role model, the one you want to meet desperately, dying over and over in some badly designed game.
No more anxiety, just the game.
No more life, just the stream.
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 3:02 PM UTC
The city is a morgue, as I look into the night
Each one is his own lord,
governed by a flashing light
No graceful compensation, where he broken hearts adorn
Utopia the nation, where all new souls must be born
a candle wick is burning, sending fire it's own way
You even may be learning, in the mire day by day
and who am I, the victim, who must stop death when it calls
Or banned by the restriction, of the shadow as it falls
The desert is a sea, made of sand like heat's own toy
no open arms are reaching, where the laughter comes to end
the hour's for beseeching;
Go wherever fate will send
An opera of the future, put itself onto the stage
the mind in need of nurture,
sometimes cries in mournful rage
And who am I, the dreamer, being backed against the walls
now the ray becomes a streamer,
and the shadow as it falls
The island is a loner, needing nothing but the breeze
and I am but a roamer, seeing promise in the trees
No heaven in the distance, at the top of the floating clouds
Thinking of the word "Resistance".
how I feel between the crowds
A windmill gently turning, on and on forever more
for paradise I'm yearning, and the time comes to explore
Hear the echo's bouncing vision,
in the deepness of the halls
I must make the last decision
with the shadow as it falls
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 9:35 AM UTC
A streamer hangs down lifelessly,
the party is over for you
and for me
the ice cream has gone
the candies have too
all that is left
is
me holding you
and the party is over
we
had lots of fun
we danced in the moonbeams
and ran through the sun
we tasted so much
touched even more
it's time to go home now
time for
closing the door.
Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 5:12 AM UTC