"subdivide" poems
we **** in towers
he missed the bus by hours
clean out the garbage pail with high pressure hoses
I want to stick my nose in it and pledge allegiance to its cleanliness
he feels the lows
the lower it goes
god only knows
this world is just for show
the real experience is in the back
we're keeping up appearances and paying taxes
"please be quiet and refrain from smoking
this is the first and last time I'll inform you that I'm only joking"
snip the locks
pour the contents
subdivide the rations according to your favorite fetish
better keep this to ourselves...
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 3:39 AM UTC
You’re wishing plus wanting
to win the other side
remove your pride,
you untied tidal pool,
the wide subdivide of these paper pages.
Unrelenting numbers
remind you of the next stages,
taking you wildly to Namibia,
surrendering you to Zimbabwe,
the terminal station.
The narration vocalizes the translation of quotations,
your obligation to the violation of the rules, the regulations,
vulgarization of spoken word.
Pretty paintings plaster typecasts,
the pitter-patter of pity’s pretty ******
quickly shifting refurbished velvet sofas.
Overcast symphonies outlast
witty recast stanzas,
scores with notes naturally quote
verses romancing seltzer spines
noticing the negotiation of sore throats.
Oblivion’s oblivious to the people,
obnoxiously obscene with syncopated
saturation of public vital signs.
You’re the vain strain of virus
photocopying yourself within skin,
waste your sin on tattoos trapped on shins
safety pins selecting prints
pinning sets of twins to tanned wrappers
protecting official reports.
The ossuary welcomes records printed on thick paper
suspiciously missing skeleton swords.
Writing stories reversed while tipsy,
quickly preforming risky poetry smog,
sweetly omitting secret words,
trying to spell simply without the proper prologue.
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 1:52 PM UTC
please to admit, it is
true & not too deep within,
a scientifically proven and a oddly
curio shop fact,
we are all aliens
to each other, despite,
the overlapping of
a billion permutations
of cellular related associations
our individuating palettes
the diversity of our genetics,
other than the physics of sharing a planet,
simplest put,
no one can ever
be exactly the same,
the precisely of you or me,
doppelgängers notwithstanding,
our individuation, so incredibly due
to our blessed diversification, that to
subdivide ourselves from others,
is a downward
facing absolutely ridiculous ideation
and thus we reveal here and (n/kn-ow) that the
only reason we aliens unique nonetheless
can communicate with each other,
regardless of alphabet or character of idiom,
(or idiots of character)
is
*all alien beings love to breathe and speak
intuitively in a pleasing rhyme and meter,*
to the ear of our overlapping physique,
and that is why, every tongue is connectable,
and every alpha produces its own poetic creations,
'tis poetic soundings alliterating glue,
that molds this planet of aliens
from a tower of babel into a
shapely sphere
Sep 27, 2025
Sep 27, 2025 at 1:05 AM UTC
Fifteen inches LCD
Electronic mouse
And bunch of scratches of sheets.
There were roof lines
Valleys and ridges
Encircling the overlapping layers
Some are frozen, some are hidden.
Estimation and calculation
Uttering numbers
With various actions.
3D walls
Inserting commands
Subtracting openings
Including doors and windows.
The formula was easy
To multiply and subdivide
Real aesthetical features
Future renovation
For firm edification.
(6/30/14 @xirlleelang)
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 11:01 AM UTC
in perfect motion, lost in time,
I subdivide the outer lines.
the enigmatic parallax;
dilation of the centered mind.
microbial in grander schemes,
my breath is born to exit me,
inhale the holy entity;
become the dreams
in vivid scheme.
intrinsic shapes of destiny
envelop my entire being;
a calculated entropy
that grants subconscious unity.
magnified, this smoke will bleed
into my every living deed,
tied into every breath i breathe
I stretch my being; exude peace.
I’m only what I dream to be,
as I ask myself to pray for me.
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 5:37 PM UTC
He’s come to ancient plains, again.
Wide and open, high and dry.
Unrolling before his misting eyes,
He feels the tug of ancient ties -
A primeval sorrow,
His gut rarely lies.
Breathing the landscape in ...
He imagines America,
Before settlers arrived;
A life under
Different skies.
Oh, how they tried
To disguise
Their insatiable eyes.
Twisted, and tainted,
By treatises and lies,
Used for desire,
And profit designs;
Parceling the land,
That sour reprise.
But beneath
The ringing cries,
Of culture broken,
And shattered lives,
A wisp of her soul resides;
In stories told,
And countryside.
Places where nature
Remains untried,
And no realtors
Have thought to subdivide.
Aug 31, 2011
Aug 31, 2011 at 1:48 AM UTC
655
Without this—there is nought—
All other Riches be
As is the Twitter of a Bird—
Heard opposite the Sea—
I could not care—to gain
A lesser than the Whole—
For did not this include themself—
As Seams—include the Ball?
I wished a way might be
My Heart to subdivide—
’Twould magnify—the Gratitude—
And not reduce—the Gold—
1.4k
Recoil from the unclaimed toil
Back-lashing at your Now
events past Elbow forward
muscle through the supernatural blue night's bustle
to you, to you, to you
The zizz of machines
the eager Hums of moonbeams
and train steam
upload pesky echo's live stream
To you, to you, to you.
Discharge the memory burdens
The tomb stones inside
you lug up the flights
to last door's deadbolt on the right
Then Subdivide my pride to tiny bits
Super-collide dustified then broom aside in clouds
,of specks held in new dawn sun beams,
probing through lace curtains and velvet drape seems:
the atom of time, caught in full stride
Coming
to you, to you
Our deep core sample of memory
in forgotten ice.
Why, for what? Why? For what?
Why infinity times why plus why.
It's simple.
I died.
Between that death and my final breath, I reside.
Living ghost ever ready an endless Snide
Comment hurtling from another time
to you
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 4:32 AM UTC
Scare the world
Send invites
To the refuse
They're enticed
The extreme
The absolute
Stand at attention and salute
Check 1
Check 2
Check 3
Check 1, 2, 3
Out of sight, out of mind
Oh, the mindless and the blind
Right in front, fall behind
The rise, the decline
Surly moon rocks
Burning sunspots
Ticks and leeches
Naked beaches
I'm the gluten free bread winner
The patron saint for all the sinners
A race, a class subdivide
Separated yet unified
Can't unsee what's been seen
You can never turn back time
But what can you do, what can you do
When life looks at you and hands you limes?
-Tommy Johnson
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC
Not saying I'm mad
Just saying that I've had
Enough of the ********
You continue to rule ****
Feeding on my young soul
Make off with self control
And where is my brother?!
The fact that I can't speak to my mother
I'm so afraid she'll discover
All this time I never actually... Recovered
But all feelings aside
Or what's left of them, subdivide
My once constant retaliations, are now merely implied
Moreover, You kidnapped my soul and continue to preside.
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 11:14 AM UTC
We can keep your secret.
We can share it, subdivide it,
Put tiny pieces in our hearts.
We can entice it away with comfort foods,
New recipes named for you.
To many things the answer is no.
But yes to you,
Yes
To your question.
Why?
Because your secret is something
We secret as well.
Something familiar, like a touch at
The exact right time, the right moment,
The mere knowing that we know
Is Red Cross Disaster Relief arriving.
Coffee and blankets will not restore
As before,
But
This writ
Will be a start.
We can share words, we can grant tiny easements,
We can weep with you unseen tears,
We can etsy you little homemade gifts
Like this.
That you can take and keep, and break out in time of need knowing full well that these words will not spoil nor rancid turn, cannot be out grown,, or torn, or rent asunder in anyway for once they are shared
They are irrevocable.
Starting now
7/7/7:00am
Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 5:28 AM UTC
I wander aimlessly here, here in this place where I
often go. A refuge where I come to be restored by the midnight air, ere that perfect silence into which I'm
thrown; and in which I can collect my thoughts &
know -my percipience does ignite somewhere.
Somewhere off the map. Somewhere off the globe.
Aloft in these Nameless Hallows, I travel lightly -because
my body ne'er goes... goes... goes... in these, my echoes within -within the far compass of unerring tranquility: but what an ability
-what a beautiful bliss! to cast no shadow where the
dutiful exist.
Lo!
Suddenly a downpour hits!
T'is Woe!
T'is Woe!
T'is Woe!
And, sullenly I resound her hiss.
I look thru squinting eyes as lightning is barely
lightening the glinting skies; the frightening bolts
extending and scarily resembling skyward highways
which have me verily trembling, hammered, amazed.
Tho I feel and see and hear -part of me does part with
what I fear -and the other partly remains enthralled- as
I tuck myself in so near, an attempt in thwarting the
violent squall.
Now I slog helter-skelter thru the deepening pool.
Seek I shelter like a tooling Creep or a creeping Tool.
Thunder rips the sky asunder!
Those pounding noises sound like resounding voices,
voices,
voices
and then I wonder, wonder, wonder... if the torrent is my only
torment:
or
if I must also face my other self,
that half of me
that ne'er lies completely dormant,
that hemisphere that lives and breathes and moves by stealth.
This is my grimmest fear, when I must ask myself -for my Self
- which part of me I should
shelf.
I think I can abandon both,
you see:
but then there
would be
nothing left of me...
or me...
or me.
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 9:03 PM UTC
Pitter patter pitter patter
Of each drip drip drop
As it ricochets off my window panes
Or glances by my door
The gurgling and chugging
Ushered from my rooftop
Moving with a purposeful haste
As if a finish line it seeks out
To which it will be graded with a score
Their lanes help subdivide them
Into a mini-highway system
Flowing and gushing through
As the droplets begin to pour
This marvelous eco system
Running with high efficiency
A pedestrian in their Water World
Sauntering, I take my tour
These waterways and fountains
Are the perfect camouflage
With their help I shield my pain
To the world outside my door
With so many falling drops
Hiding from others all my tears
And no need to hold them back
My life has happiness no more
Dewy drops from sky above
And moisture pods from eyelets too
An endless storm of paindrops fall
Forever lost what was before
Without effort, cast your chill
These scattered thoughts - I am confused
A lightning bolt I caught for you
But you had seen it all before
Nothing fancy; nothing new
Like fresh cut grass with morning dew
And so my Paindrops fell for you
But you don't want me anymore
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 1:29 PM UTC
I woke up to the sound
Of a slow guitar
I woke up to a hint in the air
Even now you haunt my dreams
I wish you would just
Leave me alone
I've known souls to travel before
And I've known souls to subdivide
But then why would yours
Hang around me?
Maybe it's a lie
Maybe it's true
Maybe there's too much
Resistance
Where there should only be
Desire
Maybe I've missed something
Maybe I've made mistakes
Anything I can think of
I can back up
But does it matter
If you sleep by my side
Every night
Without being here at all?
Maybe you made a mistake
I know that to be true
But then does it matter
If my heart takes a leap
At the thought of you
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 12:34 PM UTC