"subtracts" poems
maths no skeleton key.
sometimes dividing subtracts meaning
from everything.
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 3:03 AM UTC
Sitting; thinking over my self-made dread.
Could I aid those before I save my head?
Rays of serenity draw eyes from concern.
Thought retracts,
While my present youth attracts
To something that could heal my burn,
And the cold in my heart subtracts.
This figure so lax sunk deep in grass,
With a book in hand letting time pass.
Legs crossed like the butterflies near;
A good nest
For the tired book to rest.
And in the reader’s face: cheer
At what full words suggest.
This still child now visibly grown,
Frees me of want; nothing to own,
Except for my subconscious control.
Contradicting;
My two sides conflicting,
As I long to possess the pure whole,
And I notice my view is restricting.
This riddle once again self-made,
As I look at her, begins to fade.
The sun shines down from the sky.
What a sight!
Turn to me blue eyes bright;
A moment no person can ever buy,
And now in mind everything alright.
This answer leads to no longer my,
For in that we will all surely die,
But let it be; we have the world to share.
There sitting,
Pairs of liberal eyes committing.
Never again possession; now fully aware,
While others urge for everything unremitting.
They're sitting.
Mar 21, 2010
Mar 21, 2010 at 3:48 PM UTC
I act, I react—
I did not impact your life the exact way you did mine.
You attract me.
I act, I react—
You were the one fact
I could never forget
and I was abstract.
I know I was only there to distract you
from your other lover
who did not love you
as much as I.
I act, I react
and I follow the path
that subtracts
you
from
me.
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC
HE
He puts the "L" in Life
The 'L" in Love
The "R" in Riches
The "J" in joy...
HE
subtracts the "F" in Fear and lets Me listen clear
The "P" in my pride dissapeared and now this ride couldn't be better
For some reason, since HE walked int o my life, "Im" in my behaviour changed, they call me mature now.
For this reason am Bold no longer Old
Am Flying no longer Lying
Am Bright at he same time so Right.
HE simply changed the whole of me by doing the simplest of things.
Adding and subtracting letters to make me who I am today.
©The Unspoken
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 8:32 AM UTC
corporal beauty is impractical and
unfeasible: though it attracts, it
also repels and subtracts: it’s the
trap to the trapper.
it spins and swings our slacking
slant of self, echoing the strapping
sounds of our ego: when we see
beauty, we see self (i.e. the
craving for self)
ultimately, it serves solely
one master: the spell and stretch
of time: visibly, beauty sags
sooner than time itself.
stand or stride on beauty and you
shall shake and wobble,
eventually.
May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 4:06 PM UTC
we would be jazz—
smooth, mellow,
soul-damning.
burning with slow passion
or running and stumbling with joyous laughter.
no matter where we go—
up or down,
fast or slow,
we’d hit all the right notes,
replete with trills and runs,
bringing us to both highs and lows,
making beautiful melodies.
though sometimes
we seem to be out of sync,
it does not discount
from the beauty
that is us.
nothing subtracts.
there is only harmony,
no cacophony.
simplicity or complexity,
staccato or legato,
we will always be
jazz.
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 5:12 AM UTC
Corporate engineering with slight color variations
and logo imprintations do not impress me.
Assembly lines do not find or make time
to free the proletariat’s enslaved mind.
They just distract us with delusions of
capitalistically designed versions of individuality.
The fact is unbridled greed can only collapse this
mad consumer society,
because selfishness subtracts the humanity
that got us to this age in the first place.
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 9:52 AM UTC
In a past life I was absurd
Ridiculous, crazy, enraged
With passion
Looked at as unstable
I was unable to communicate
My reality, my mind, my vitality
To myself, it, was still a mystery
Unsolved, yet of course diagnosed
Voices plus visions equals exclusion
Exclusion subtracts being able to interact
With anything actually worth seeing
Or being a part of
Four pale walls
A plank nailed to one side
A bucket to **** in
The only security left
Was within my own eyes
And I couldn't even get a ******* mirror
Every single day inside my own mind
Conversing with Neptune
And the Keepers of Time
Pleiadian lover
Moon dust from down under
I weep!
No one here hears my cry
I am destined for this room
For the rest of this entire life
Sacred words that were once spoken
Arose at the most absolute worst moment
Now a fool I look to be
No one sees what I see!
So I let myself go
Returned home and found peace
Settled my thoughts
Calm the storms of the sea that I see
My ship has been rebuilt
I am now setting sail
The wind is blowing in a new direction
There is no doubt I will prevail
In this life to be I might be considered
Absurd, ridiculous, crazy, and enraged
With passion
But this time more stable
Able to communicate
Reality, mind, vitality
It still may be some what of a mystery
Unsolved, yet no need for diagnosis
I was taught in better ways
I now know how to own this
I am the greatest me I have ever been
I am back with a vengeance
I am Carma's daughter
Preaching the power of reverence
Right now I am still learning
Yearning, and searching for new answers
Asking questions that hardly make sense
Because everyone else is still afraid of this power!
I want to know!
I want to see!
I allow the grace of these visions
To bless themselves up on me
In this life I might be considered
Absurd, ridiculous, crazy, and enraged
I just don't ******* care anymore
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 8:05 PM UTC
/hold me close and kiss me numb
under an empty star-filled sky.
breathe me in and exhale the ghosts of your past
let them go
I know we both have our demons but
baby tonight
tonight lets lay them to rest and dance
in a bed that isn't ours and let's make
tonight baby
no, let's make the rest of our lives baby
let's make love tonight./
He stands at the foot of the bed tall and strong
Looking intensely at my naked body as if he is figuring out a maths problem
but instead of numbers he subtracts clothes and divides my legs and adds a little bit of his soul, a slow pour of himself into me.
for I don't know how long, a minute? ten? an hour?
we become one body
one body rattled with pain and sweat and lust and ecstasy and desire and pleasure and him and me
us
he holds my hand, eager and tender when I need it.
And when we are done he smiles at me, tells me he loves me and
we both walk down the stairs naked to shower
not only our bodies but our hearts too
for you help complete mine
*** is just *** but this is so much more in every way.
you once said to me that
you'd had *** but you hadn't made love
i hope i changed your mind.
Jul 8, 2018
Jul 8, 2018 at 12:09 PM UTC
Cancer of the Tooth & Lung
Cancer of the Lips & Tongue
Cancer of the Cheeks & Gum
Cancer collects under the Skin
& Numb
Cancer ; Fingertips & Thumb
Cancer spreads
Cancer on my Mind
& Dumb
Cancer greases your thinning Hair
Cancer ; the Features you select to Wear
Cancer subtracts the light from your Eyes
Cancer swells your pinkening grey Heart
Cancer in your Thought and Barking
Cancer Glows ;
Ever Phosphorus
In your Dark
Cancer ; what’s the Matter ?
Cancer ; where is my Head ?
Cancer in our Bicker
Cancer ; I’m drying Blind
Cancer on tap
& extra Cancer ...
Cancer from You to Me
Cancer won’t leave us be
Cancer from Me to You
Cancer confirms every Act we do
Cancer ; when we stay up late
Cancer Cultivates our Relation
whilst we Canker in Snared Hatred
Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 7:09 PM UTC
When you had everything
In a hypothetical sense, you had nothing.
But when you had nothing
well in a literal sense you have everything
The only things you ever lost
Were all the things you ever sold
You set the price
But somehow you paid it as well
Yet, even after you pay the toll
it still takes a toll
Every time you add to your pile
It subtracts some to form another
So to gain is too lose
But to lose is to gain in some sort of the sense
Even if all you have is cents.
Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 11:49 PM UTC
The spatial reasoning brain naturally multiplies its seed.
Its negation divides.
The number reasoning brain naturally adds its seed.
Its negation subtracts.
These two sets have become distinct for clarity.
Apr 5, 2021
Apr 5, 2021 at 3:42 AM UTC
The colors of the sun run,
like damaged tapestries.
Painting the sky surrealistic
and I wonder what it means to me.
Light reflected from waters surface
glitters for a moment then refracts,
A million different directions
leaving more questions than it subtracts.
How many lives have sparked and died,
within the never ending depths?
The waves receive the query
and to the bottom it gets swept.
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 10:46 PM UTC
\The creep/
that+adds -subtracts
in ^positive
reactions?
walks a mile in contractions#
sees he face in no refraction:
as a lush(
is innocent)
adjusted for lack of guidances empathy"
the clarity of there is&
around<> him
the hunted the hungry_
grow nevertheless
feasting on the living
misgivings
knocking hard on a dime for
closed door revealing
what they done=
is unforgiving%
a sheltered
amazement!!!!!
nested in forgetting?
the ultimate destination is a }
waiting?
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 1:11 AM UTC
to want subtracts from life
to be grateful adds to life
— the math of life
May 9, 2019
May 9, 2019 at 11:05 AM UTC
Farting felicity -
How long gone, now a
distant star in space-
as a gurgling brook of
heavenly murmurs, disquiet
thrumming combo, turned
crescent flesh, brutal and subdued until,
one socializes, recombines,
and altruism visits, presides, provides.
Carpi, digitorum, and flexors,
metacarpals, index, and fingertips
dangle a top for a gambler's game,
and, with it, the fate of outcome, and
woe for the long-begotten soul,
the soul drab in its rag, robe, and *****
whose wealth subtracts as it doth add,
and a wise fool realizes -
Time and grace,
Love and death,
departure and arrival,
is but ******
Nov 13, 2021
Nov 13, 2021 at 7:26 PM UTC
hi doctor
sad
adds prozac
subtracts head
adds breath
subtracts sad
adds confusion
reduces mad
evens feelings
destroys human mask
hi doctor
eats sad
fills pockets with other patients money
asks for yours in advance
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 9:01 PM UTC
Behavior getting worst
Anger is about to burst
I need to think first
My soul is word-thirst
Why 'tis happening to me?
Am I shifting already?
Someone, please give me the key
To get brave enough and see
Lies gives me math.
It adds my problems
It subtracts my friends
It multiplies my doubts
It divides my strengths
Maybe I just need to isolate
'Cuz I think this was all just a bait
I need to move before it's too late
Lies, leads me away from my fate
Lies, to talk or not to talk
Lies, out, I, silence,walk
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 9:04 AM UTC
"How spiritual world
sees arithmetic's?"
monk replied, " If you add
we become 'ONE'.
subtracts means 'Two'
multiply means 'GOD'
divide means 'Satan'….
Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 5:01 AM UTC
When you were little,
we wandered the sunlit shore—
your laughter a bright echo
mingling with the rush of waves.
I watched as the sea snatched your red ball,
a tiny planet swallowed by surging tides,
whispering, “Hold fast to hope;
the tide always returns.”
That battered sphere, salt-bleached at dawn,
washed ashore like a small miracle,
a promise that even loss
might be reclaimed from the deep.
But the sea, vast and unyielding,
claimed more than a toy—it claimed you.
Now your towel stripes the dunes,
your slippers lie silent,
and those oversized shades, once crowning your smile,
are but faded relics of innocence lost.
Men in boats cast their nets
through dark braids of kelp,
hauling up relics—a bottle cap,
a stray shoe—
fragile tokens from an endless blue
that keeps you hidden away.
Here I stand upon this lonely shore,
my heart heavy as the crashing surf,
knowing all too well you are gone.
Yet I strain to catch the tide’s murmur,
hoping against hope
for that final, silent deliverance—
for your body to return,
so I might hold you once more
between loss and love.
The horizon hangs an empty ledger,
the tide’s cold arithmetic clear:
what it steals, it subtracts;
what it owes, it forgets.
And in that barren sum,
I remain to cling to a hope too fragile,
to let go.
Feb 21, 2025
Feb 21, 2025 at 10:04 AM UTC