"teleported" poems
And you parachuted your way into my life
Bringing uncertainty and sensation.
Made me feel emotions people start wars in their hearts over.
Then teleported away.
Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 2:02 AM UTC
Then one day something happens
our eyes meet, complete sentences teleported from mind to mind
time slows down, seconds feel like hours
lost in each others gaze, imagining our futures.
For a week that started so bad
ending so great
standing on the beach
sun beginning to set
calm sea washing our feet
guitar playing
we looked into each others eyes and started kissing
stars shining so bright
as we slowly pull away
I see a twinkle in your eye.
Our hearts beating so fast
locked in each others gaze
I just wish this moment could last.
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 8:31 PM UTC
Wake up
Got the shakes
Get some black mirror
Brush teeth
Get washed
Get some black mirror
Feed yourself
And the kids
Get some black mirror
Out the door
In the car
Get some black mirror
Seat belts on
Drive kids school
Get some black mirror
Signal
Manoeuvre
Crash
Blood spilt
Kids crying
Get some black mirror
Blue lights
Loud sirens
Get some black mirror
Hospital
Waiting room
Get some black mirror
Wife arrives
All in pieces
Share some black mirror
Police arrive
Handcuffs
No more black mirror
In a cell
Shaking
Need some black mirror
In the dock
Quaking
Because of black mirror
Everyone else
In the court
Getting some black mirror
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 7:35 AM UTC
Harmonies and melodies that accompanied my drift,
nursing wounded soul and often giving it a lift.
Moments when cords and rhythm took me the next mile,
so many old chorus' that could make my heart smile.
Songs and tunes that touched the moments I've seen,
to connect forever to people and places I've been.
Soundtrack to my life to record memories in rhyme,
taking me back as if I were some traveler in time.
At some lonely hour when an old track comes to mind,
stresses and troubles for a time gone and left behind.
Teleported by some in the moment pertinent track,
where a mind can find escape and be taken right back.
The music of who I am, of my soul that shaped my life,
at every joyous moment and every tumultuous next strife.
I play those old tunes and I sing so badly right along,
I can't help but to do so, as its my life and hearts song.
Jul 10, 2022
Jul 10, 2022 at 10:00 PM UTC
As you are reading this
I am standing right behind you
SHING
ha! Fool, you're too slow.
I've teleported exactly 5402.4 miles away from your location already.
This is the power of my metacognition.
Jesus may have walked on water, but my metacognition powers have changed the course of history
Afterall, who won world war 1, 2, gave birth to Albert Einstein and Elon Musk and founded America?
It was only because of the genius of my metacognition
And now, after collecting the 8 chaos emeralds
I have emerged from a chrysalis
And evolved into the perfect being
FEAR ME,FOR MY METACOGNITION LEVELS HAVE ASCENDED TO 5 MILLION TIMES THEIR NORMAL STATE
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 1:22 PM UTC
On and on, I go, following the flow to wherever it settles me. There I wait for yet another wave to carry me, someplace else, another awaiting adventure destined for the blank pages of my scripts. Gradually, it becomes rather sane to be teleported in-between worlds, and never quite ending stories, tasteless poems, and on good days, hit songs.
Most times, unfortunately, it's the ever-there pain of the past that make it to these pages. And no matter how much I have tried, seemingly all that is meant to be forgotten and buried, finds a way to live on As words on pages. Without hesitation, it's a skewed opinion to take away, the heaviness and beauty of such creations, disregarding an amount of agony carried within.
On better days, we find ways, to paint the happiness, so It could be shared to those in need of comfort and a little bit of love, which is mostly us. Apparently, it only lasts a breath, then away it goes, to be sighted once again. When it's good it's going great, air is fresh and alive. Words dance then, sometimes calmly, step by step as if waltzing to a classic lady in red jam.
Jan 11, 2022
Jan 11, 2022 at 9:45 PM UTC
We talk in emojis
21st century style you know
Our conversation wraps
A few moments past dawn
He reports every second on the gram
Almost as if that’s his beau
Before exchanging good morning texts
He says Insta Fam hello
And when we do get intimate
It just doesn’t feel right
He goes on to publish
She’s my Aphrodite
Oh I want to be teleported
To the age of billet doux
Just two love birds
On a hilltop with a great view
So on a fine Monday morning
I told him what I really want
He said it much like a warning
That the Stone Age is long gone.
Jun 16, 2020
Jun 16, 2020 at 2:19 PM UTC
She married a dead man
She didn't know at the time
But he died before she had ever met him
Heart first
Soul second
He died the summer after his sophomore year of college
When he was crushed
By loves pavement likeness
His girlfriend at the time
Told him it was over
And proceeded to string him along until
One morning in August he went to surprise her
And after several of his calls went to voicemail
He traversed the steps to her apartment
And knocked on door 401.
He was greeted by a large fellow named Mike who asked in a limited vocabulary
Who he thought he was?
And why would he interrupt
An intimate moment between Mike and Mike's side piece?
Although he was confused by Mike's use of third person
The expletives Mike chose were both clear in their intensity and intent.
He was never sure how he got to his car
Perhaps he had floated down the stairway
Then again maybe he skipped the short jaunt altogether
And teleported.
He reached his dorm room, and there
He was sure his heart died
And it had.
See his heart first bled out empathy,
Then sympathy and later trust
The cold ***** let go of love last of all.
Only hours before his future wife had met him.
She was life support the yellow streak in his grey sunset.
She loved him like only she could
With trust, truth and devotion,
And his heart still died
But that death didn't keep him
From marrying her 6 years after his heart's eulogy was read.
And while her patience waned and
His chilly heart
Hid the truth from her
She loved him
And though it took 3 years
She realized
Someone had killed their love.
Before they even knew what they shared.
Salted the soil of their romance,
And rather than move on
Her love was stuck,
He and his dead heart
Were no longer moving forward ,
But in the most real way
His heart was dead.
Killed by an unrequited love.
Long before now.
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 12:58 AM UTC
Enter at your own risk.
Into an unknown abyss.
Seduction of the sun kiss.
An ungranted wish.
Fate with a twist.
Darkness shadows, echos fades.
You I want to follow.
A choice I made.
A occupy my time.
Gather my thoughts.
Be greatful for what's mine.
Reflect on what I bought.
Music draws me in to bind unfought through each chime.
Coldness clings to the voice that sings.
Fear & haunting is not what it brings.
Intriguing & capitvating trapped in a hypnotic trance.
Irresistable & unescapeable ****** in.
In a personal bubble. I fall & tumble.
A uncontrollable cycle.
I trip & stumble. Without bearing or direction.
I chose a path with further neglection.
Without a guide.
My heart openwide.
My uncertainity subsides.
Through the foggy light I glide.
Parallal to default to seek what I sought.
Senseless relent it was there I was sent.
Calling me to it.
Fragmented bit by bit. Reforming a whole to the other side. Teleported through a watery tide. Plasma fluid like sewage.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 1:08 AM UTC
Feel so lost
Like maybe am in a wrong place
Or just teleported to the time
When i least want to be alive.
Everything hurts
From my aching bones to my heart
Weary love worn heart
In trying to love all i did was hurt you
I shouldn't have taken a gamble
With you as the stake.
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 2:35 AM UTC
Seen or unseen,
I know I am pure & clean.
Teleported through a watery tide.
Plasma fluid like dripping sewage.
I laugh at the photograph.
A end to tear in half.
I said my confession to answer your question.
I was never mean or obscene.
I have a moral daily routine.
BUT IT DOESN'T matter.
We couldn't be any sadder.
My current profession has no aggression.
I don't take any chances, with strange romances.
© Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved,
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 1:34 PM UTC
I remember the first time I killed a girl. She loved me. I loved her.
I would hand her Xanax and cigarettes. One time she handed me her heart on a silver platter and seductively smirked whilst saying, "Dig in."
She then, unfortunately, was burdened with my child. We decided to purge my family tree. We did so faster than a gallon of Roundup kills a single dandelion. I had no desire to let my family tree grow, it is a horrid thing.
Soon after she was filled with grief. So then I killed her. I used my divine nonexistent influence to perform a task that she was oh so familiar with. I teleported from Albany to Long Island in a matter of seconds and hand fed her all her medications, then her mother heart medications along with all my own stock pile of pills I used for recreation. Her heart rate began to slow. She died. I laughed.
I now have two tear drops tattooed on my face.
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 8:50 PM UTC
i sit and shut my eyes
even for a moment
a blink or flutter
and i think i'm somewhere else
a lapse of time, a micro dream
i'm in a different place
i can't correctly describe it
but the way i feel is clear
its quiet, it isn't calming but its not threatening
its always dark and always a room of some sort
whether it be a bedroom or a classroom or my car
everything is still, dark, there's no temperature or wind
but i'm not numb either
and a door's always open, or a window
but everything is the same, a dark charcoal color with a tinge of blackened blue
it lasts for a micro of a micro second and i only can describe it because of how many times ive seen it
but then i become frightened because of how confused i feel
like there is something not quite right about the things which i see
then my brain wakes up and the light is seeps back in with a foreign sight before me
of a book, the wheel, a screen, a wall, or someone talking
and it all comes flooding back, at least some of it
but i still cant shake what happened and the panic that was felt
that brief moment where you belong nowhere and questionably may exist
because it feels so real in the moment as if ive teleported there
it doesnt help
not one bit
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 2:45 AM UTC
The aliens who had teleported into my room asked me a question.
When had I last seen the stars?
I answered truthfully that I’ve stayed up late many nights, when the stars come out.
“But when had you last seen them?” They insisted.
It wasn’t for stargazing that I was up late, I admitted to them. Besides, there’s too much light in the city for the stars to shine here.
It must have been several years ago, when I was a little girl and my father showed me Orion’s belt, the last time we were camping in the middle of nowhere.
They teleported me to space.
The stars were gone. And I hadn’t noticed.
They teleported me back to my room, because there was nothing to see. I went back to my studies. It was still night.
Three tears dripped out of my eyes. I finally stared out of the window as they fell.
Orion’s belt shone brightly back at me.
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 6:15 PM UTC
Addison walked up to the golden gates of Trinity Academy. She turned to the plaque on the marble pillars. There was a carving of the grand 3 witches. The witch of nature was named Laika. She ruled over the 4 elements: Earth, Water, Air, and Fire. The witch of unity was named Alitza. She ruled over all humans and animals. Although, she never “ruled” over them. She was kind and caring and loved all. Then, there was the witch of shadows, Nyx. She ruled over all dark and evil creatures with an iron claw. She was responsible for the 5 runestones losing most of their power. She's the reason most people stopped using magic and turned to technology. She was jealous of her sisters, the other great witches. She wanted to rule Valdera and the rest of the planet along with it. She craved power. So she broke into the Cosmic Hall and tried to break the connection between the runestones in order to harness their power. In doing so, the runestone of darkness was created. It is the source of all shadows. The two witches were horrified to find their sister attempting to drain the magic from the 5 runestones. They had to put a stop to her. In order to make sure she could no longer harm anyone, they banished her to a far-away dimension, Xeyra.
Addison’s train of thought was disrupted when she heard the first bell. “Oh no!”, she thought. She started to run to class. Then she realized. “Oh, right. I forgot that I can teleport.”, she chuckled to herself. “Spiritus Dei Omniso!”, she said and teleported into her chair. “Hope nobody saw that”, she thought.
After the boring class that seemed to last for eternity, Addison started to head to her locker. She saw a girl with dark orange hair getting picked on. She walked over and touched the girl on the shoulder. “What’s your problem? Why are you projecting your insecurities on this innocent girl?”, Addison asked. “Get lost, Newbie. Unless you wanna be my next victim.”, the bully remarked. “Me? A victim of YOU? Yeah, I don’t think so.”, Addison said. The girl raised her fist towards Addison. “Dimere Invictus Elovar.”, Addison said, unphased. The bully froze in place, then vanished. “You ok?” Addison said to the victim. “Y-yea, I'm alright. Thank you. My name is Leah.”, the timid girl said. “No problem. I'm Addison.”, Addy said. Their fateful encounter was interrupted by principal Tallora. “Miss Addison and Leah! My office! NOW!”, the principal snapped.
Feb 28, 2021
Feb 28, 2021 at 3:04 PM UTC
The corner of the room
The corner if the room
The writing table
A cloud of imagination hovers
Cast over the halo of the desk lamp
The journal lay open
Calling upon the atmospheres
From the ambiance set
The genesis of dreams waiting to be plucked
Like a swarm of butterflies
Hopes waiting to be painted
Wishes waiting to be told
a corner if the room
The helm of an imagination
An empty chair
Headrest faded with miles of pondering thoughts
Armrests look like bridges
Leading back to the sanded surface
Of the pine
Treasures channeled , and a river if ink inside the pen
An ocean of odes already poured
And more just over the horizon.
The corner if the room
A passage to a universe
Were love perseveres
And nature has a voice
Emotions are teleported
From soul to soul
Hearts are won over
And some of them hurt
From the corner if the room
On the face if the writing table
Another moment lays in wait ....
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 10:09 AM UTC
Sleep is a great mystery for no one really knows what it truly is.
Is it our mind being teleported to another realm?
Or maybe we are waking from the dream and going back to reality.
Doubt time will give us the answer.
For people have been studying dreams for eons.
And have yet to find such an answer.
Oh Java thou art truly my only friend.
Against the impending doom which is burning bright.
So bright it dares to engulf nations at a time.
For that burning light is sleep.
The enemy of the working man.
And the dawn of an awakened youth.
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 10:38 PM UTC
A translucent bluish-white mineral with a mysterious sheen
I hear them rustling behind heaven's plisse,
fabric seersucker curtains, opaque but unlaced
One breath and suddenly
I am a teleported into being
letting go of faculties and senses;
I am a prayer, hanging on everlasting hope;
These precious substances of color and charm
both calm and confident, ignite the soul
and usher you with peace, love, harmony.
Filled with Goddess energy
they exude warm tones of luminescent, ephemeral light ;
Hold out your hand then close your eyes
soon you will get lost in their clairaudient
Moonstone Melodies;
Yokiko reveries fill me like no other
listen to the sound they make
Angels dressed in crinoline gowns,
swooshing and spreading light
everywhere...
Lost in their chime like sound of tinkling glass
they are un-comparable,
A thousand stars of heaven could never compare
to these moonstone gems,
who seem to claim the heart bit by bit then,
all at once.
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Nov 6, 2024
Nov 6, 2024 at 5:29 PM UTC