"terminate" poems
You choose to ask me about me, you choose to want to know me. You speak words out my vocabulary! You speak of your world so fine. You lure me into your mind. You try speak the truth while talking lies. You tell me about beauty and brains combined. You tell me I look fine and my poetry is in line. You tell me you'd want to know if I'm woman enough. If I can really play tough with whips and cuffs! I ask you how? Cause this is my body? What more can a woman define being a woman? I then realise the misconception. Try give you direction, but your minds path is too narrow, filled with ***** ***** and lubes! Reluctant to teach a head with no backbone, I smile:) you then begin again. You tell me that that smile you have, is worth a million rands, you tell me my curves don't lie, that could handle me right? you tell me about the bed, the floor, the kitchen counter, you define me by how many rounds I can encounter! This is my body..how dare you try you undress me? How dare you define my womanhood out of desperate needs?
You terminate my soul and don't bother to ask more. You say thanx like I did a good job. For watering your ego and moaning your insecurities away. Respect my body sir. Then ill Salute you.
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 7:17 AM UTC
1196
To make Routine a Stimulus
Remember it can cease—
Capacity to Terminate
Is a Specific Grace—
Of Retrospect the Arrow
That power to repair
Departed with the Torment
Become, alas, more fair—
5.2k
I thank the Lord above
For all the times
That I fell in love
And I thank the one below
For the pain
That I have come to know
I know it so well
Through the scars
From all the times I fell
They’re the reason why
I’m an empty shell
They have shattered my hopes
And destroyed my dreams
But it’s the love I have
That muffles my screams
I have more love than pain
Or so it seems
Until I’m crushed with this burden
And I come apart at the seems
But my soul burns bright
No one can dim it
But this girl just pushes me
Everyday to my limit
She drives me crazy
Completely insane
And for a minute I feel nothing
Not even the pain
But once control I regain
It becomes all too familiar
I wonder if it’s worth this
And is it my fault
Did I birth this?
Did I terminate this bliss?
Did I do something wrong?
If I did
Why has this been going on so long?
If this isn’t feeding off love
Then what’s it running on?
My brain twisting and turning
With different notions
My heart flaming and burning
With different emotions
I struggle to tell you
That life isn’t fair
And that about you
I never did care
You try to look into my mind
Knowing not the conflict
That rages on in there
The Devil pushes
God pulls so I get no where
Whether I should walk away
Or sit and stay
Is a battle between my heart and my brain
That I think never ends
I just hope when it stops
The right one wins
Jun 13, 2010
Jun 13, 2010 at 7:17 PM UTC
All things die
All kingdoms fall
Every waking hour
Incessantly recall
Grim reaps all
Drip by drip
Burn
Till wicks end
Choice, who here decides?
Pleasure beguiles, sets purpose via
Once voice strewn, lost through
Millions of cries in the continuum
Each time you blink your eyes
There is a glimpse
Behold! Nothingness!
Slaves to your own demise
What's the point prolonging?
When you are coming forth by day
Grim reaps all
All the while vitality escapes
Eternity succumbs to imminences of fate
Familiar pulsating rhythms will terminate
So what's the point?
Grim reaps us all
Coming forth by day
Aug 16, 2011
Aug 16, 2011 at 8:16 AM UTC
I was too young to hate, falling asleep afraid, my dreams never stayed straight, they contorted and they twisted, then the monsters would come and visit,I'd blink and appear in an asylum, hugging the walls in the dark it starts, I'd only be able to hear them, no light and I could never see any windows to know if it was day or night but hearing the sounds would make me take dirt and push it in my eyes to banish my sight, I start to hear the footsteps as they circled around me so I'd stand still in hopes they couldn't hear me but they would mimic my families voices so I couldn't help but reach out and that's when I'd feel something dry and slimy, I'd scream as I notice its loose skin that I'm touching and the tears would wash out the dirt and leave my eyes blurry and grimy, a labyrinth of horrors separated me from the world and my sanity, locked away with the worst things my imagination could conjure, I'd wake up to my parents shaking me and yelling to snap out of it but I'd only see shadows and something separating the head from my fathers shoulders, as a child my sanity was very narrow, nothings worse than trying to sleep at night but instead you see a man sever the leg to your mother then trying to **** out all the bone marrow, I couldn't escape, and every day for so many years I had to suffer at night whenever the black curtains would fall and suffocate, I was too young when I learned to hate, I hated to be me when I wasn't me and I hated to be seen when it wasn't really me, that's when i learned what it was like to be your worst enemy, before I was eight I already felt like I was one big error, I would stay up late but my eyes would fall and my dreams would terminate as I fell into another night terror.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 1:19 AM UTC
+27789936586 Womens Clinic In Randburg,linden,cresta,springs,alex,wynerburg,bramley,midrand,tembisa (Randburg, Gauteng, Botswana) - Price: 500maggie WOMEN’S CLINIC - +27789936586 Pretoria, Johannesburg, Mpumalanga, Cape town, KZN, North West
For 100% Guaranteed Services
Students get 30% discount
We are a Women's Clinic Specializing in Medical procedures which are Medically approved.
Experience
Medical Doctor abortion clinic randburg cosmo city
Self-employed
April 2000 – Present (15 years 9 months)randburg johannesburg
A Legalised Womens/Abortion Clinic (pills for sale) +27789936586 In South Africa With Over 6 Years Experience Specialising In Abortion, A Safe & Medically Approved Way To Terminate A Pregnancy Using Abortion Pills At Reasonable Prices. Its A 30Minutes, Same Day/Time, Safe & Pain Free Abortion n Womb Cleaning With 100% Money Back Guarantee in randburg,johannesburg,sandton,tembisa,soweto,crest a,alexander,cosmo city,diepsloot,bramley,pinetown,durban n midrand. We Also Sell. +27789936586.
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 9:36 AM UTC
Put on the old LPs tonight, Alex,
from a time long before you were born.
Top of the queue was Petula Clark
belting out Don't Give Up,
defiant as an alley cat in a street fight.
Remembered how in her heyday,
she'd been forced to conceal
the fact that she was married ---
all performers being mysteriously
virginal in those days.
Thoughts segue several years
to my time in the service and
a female lieutenant who was my OIC.
Served a 20 year career,
but never knew a finer officer.
She realized leadership was saying
the things that made you want to follow.
Just after making captain,
due to pregnancy, she was forced
to terminate her service career.
Today, women routinely travel in space,
perform extreme surgeries,
design skyscrappers;
one just might become president.
And somewhere in the tenements of NYC
a young poet spins metaphor
straight from the streets and the cosmos,
constructing a world in lines
we'd all wish to enter.
Jul 6, 2012
Jul 6, 2012 at 2:22 AM UTC
Illuminate my eyes with impossible outcomes
oh, my imaginary solidarity
someday our angles will tangle
and we will be rounded
worn down to sawdust
from the friction of
rubbing elbows
but not today
no not today
I wanted to be the sky
I wanted my molecules to
terminate and permeate
into mush
I wanted many things
that I could not have
and looking down upon
this sewer city with
lights and rain puddles
I realize how far
from the ground I am
how far from the ground I
have come
sandy shores and seashell hands
i'm struggling with the idea
of rolling up my trousers
tucking away the clean fabric
or letting the dust collect
onto the seams and hems
into the creases
around my eyes
I do not want those things
that I can not contain
and I see myself free-falling upwards
into the ocean of seaweed and pearls
if only I dared more
if only I tried
oh I wanna try
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 12:01 AM UTC
Its silvery eyes full of blazing moon,
Its stare as cold as death in brilliant glow,
With sense sharply horned of familiar tune
Of scared preys hushly scurrying below.
With stealthy talons perched on silver bough,
Rotating head do help view all round;
Then by mysterious commands to strike now
A rat in mouth dangle without a sound.
This night is there to stalk and terminate;
Its mission to **** get the ruffians off.
As though allowed on terms to live to mate
Under rooftops, barns, it soldiered aloof.
You hear it hoot, hooting shadows at night,
O'er fields beyond the moon's silvery light.
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 9:59 PM UTC
I will befriend you because I must,
not because I want to.
You told me that what I believe in is
wrong
and what you believe in is
right
So tell me, it's right to strip away the right
to love whomever you want.
It's right to tell a girl she cannot terminate
a pregnancy even though she was
*****
It's wrong for women to want equality?
It's wrong for me to be a feminist?
This is where you are wrong, because I have grown up
my entire life with views on how things
should be.
We should be able to love whomever we want.
To terminate pregnancies if they need to.
For women to get some equality
because it's opinion.
You can believe whatever you want,
but do not tell me I am wrong because
to me,
my opinion is right and yours is wrong.
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 11:55 PM UTC
594
The Battle fought between the Soul
And No Man—is the One
Of all the Battles prevalent—
By far the Greater One—
No News of it is had abroad—
Its Bodiless Campaign
Establishes, and terminates—
Invisible—Unknown—
Nor History—record it—
As Legions of a Night
The Sunrise scatters—These endure—
Enact—and terminate—
2.4k
Don’t tell me how I should look, I don’t have to please you.
I spend my days considering you’re opinion, I shouldn’t have to.
You come around here and you judge, and mock, and discriminate
In other words, you shoot bullets.
Woman belong in the kitchen, huh?
Don’t forget it’s where the knives are kept.
Everyone knows woman are taught to grow in, I’ve heard it all before
Were taught be kind, and timid, and gentle, and caring
Why do you think the best guard dogs are female, though?
We loyal, and aggressive, and when we work up the nerve we could tackle you to the ground.
How many woman spend their days thinking of how to look better?
I’d give it a good 98%
98%
Think about it
And what’s sad is, the last 2% will get no recognition for their inner beauty.
Do you even know what inner beauty is?
Try watching for it, instead, it might change your world.
Now take a step back, take a look, put yourself in my shoes.
Be judged by each and every person
You think it’s just men that judge? Ha!
I’m judged by all of my friends even, I can’t escape it.
Men can sit around and say what they want, and do as they please, and be praised for it.
That’s bull **** You reek of it.
How many woman have dyed their hair for you?
How many woman have lost ten pounds for you?
How many woman have cried for you?
How many know you don’t deserve it?
Woman are taught to shrink themselves, but in the words of Beyonce, I woke up flawless.
I will choose to eliminate you from my life
I will terminate you by any costs, and I will replace you with people who make me feel so **** fine.
I will grow into something greater than you will ever be, and you will learn your lesson.
I will teach future generation that they are beautiful the way they are
No man will tell them whether or not they are beautiful, God knows they don’t have a clue what true beauty is.
My friend had a boyfriend once, he would force her to weigh herself weekly and tell him what her weight was. And if she wasn’t small enough, he would force her to work out.
I hated him that day forward, and I tell her every day that she is beautiful because her own **** boyfriend couldn’t do it. So much for love.
I will rise above, and I will portray beauty for what it really is.
I will be the female guard dog this generation of young woman needs.
I will teach girls that beauty is what makes you happy.
If putting on ten pounds of makeup makes YOU happy, then do it!
Never do something for liking of anyone else.
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 12:12 PM UTC
Drumsticks pound at a continuous beat
For every fourth count they sound
And they resonate like the drone
Of a hive of bumblebees.
Common sense tells oneself to hide –
Run far, far away from the sound of the drone –
For if one gets too close, a sting will ensue.
I, however, cannot run;
The hive is in my head,
And it gets louder every day.
No spray, no poison can terminate
No net, no flower can rid
My mind of the little terrors
Lurking at the end of my ear canals.
For the monsters are trapped –
I am trapped – in an invisible prison,
A prison which was has no key, no guards.
With impenetrable walls of steel
And the torture of loudness that
Not even an immortal could endure.
But the worst term of my sentence is time –
I will be here for a very long time –
As I will be imprisoned here
Forever.
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 10:53 PM UTC
Dear God we need to leave this town, friends!
Please don't let me abandon you all here
shivering in underemployment
The West is calling with a Daniel "BOOM,"
the South whispers in a mountain mama window pat
Other countries laugh at us,
but will we join their jeers,
show them we are not just circus bears?
Multi-national parasites,
we're too trivially divided to terminate
O God, how my leisure hours went,
so much faster than the work room's ones
without any vent
I complained and complained
to my friends and fam on the phone,
but the time just spiraled stagnant
like a slow spirit taking six thousand years to explore a too small habitat
I haven't got nearly so long.
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 8:07 PM UTC
Every employee's name was listed in the address field
Except for one
The one I never noticed
That we never noticed
We all marched into the meeting room as ordered
Found the CEO on an extra tall stage
To tell us
"Today is Emma McGurk's last day
But she says it's the first day
Of her tenure
As Director of Forecasting of Unintended Consequences
She's not going
So I need all of you, all 300 of you,
To help me terminator."
(Or was that terminate her?)
So we gave each other Brady Bunch nods
I had to look up to make eye contact (or is that I contact?) with superiors
Then we marched to
The cubicle of Emma McGurk
Me remembering what Santa Ana had said:
"With a few hundred more men like the San
Patricios, Mexico would have won the battle."
And the battle wasn't to be won by us
It was to be won by Emma McGurk
The CEO tried to move her
Ten of us tried to move her
Then one hundred
And then all three hundred
Even I made an effort
But she wouldn't budge
So we had to move...
To another building
Hearing that Emma McGurk was still ensconced
In the position existing only in her noggin
Until finally the old building had to be imploded
A fifth-grader winning the honor of triggering
That dusty downfall of Emma McGurk's cubicle
And the building that sheltered it
It wasn't until Signing Day Eve
That I saw her again
Pouring ink at a haiku-con
"The pay wouldn't be that bad," she told me.
"If it was by the snicker instead of the word."
Jun 8, 2012
Jun 8, 2012 at 9:35 PM UTC
Sara L Russell 17/3/15 at 13:25
What will they say of you in future times?
Were they duped by your duplicity
or did you fall on your double-edged sword?
Was the devil we knew any better than the unknown?
The future has a way of arriving early.
Are you ready now, for what it yet may bring?
Will you be knighted, or, benighted and beleaguered,
Fall fallow by the wayside of your ways?
Will the name of Cameron carry on,
Whatever else is lost or left behind?
Will David slay the apocolyptic giant of global warming,
yet terminate the service of National Health?
Was it wealth, or a poverty of emotional maturity
that led to such flotations and privatisations?
what sensations did you feel, did you reach referendum,
did you feel the earth move?
We never saw your manifesto made manifest.
We, the voters who voted not for you,
yet saw you rise, anticipate your fall.
Do promises count as any kind of plan?
And the future is arriving post-haste,
like a present waiting to be unwrapped.
Elections have a way of arriving early.
We are ready, with a big sharp X.
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 9:35 AM UTC
PREAMBLE
*in the future
we’ll all be perfect
and there’ll be peace forever
and no one will have to complain ever
cos we’ll know
every part of body and brain and mind
and we’ll have them all fixed wherever*
1
in the future
people will not say 'Ouch!'
they will say 'Yum!'
cos we’ll have fixed
the part in the brain
where they feel pain
and it’ll all be pleasure
but the skin point
or tissue point
would all have implants
for auto-repair
2
in the future
people need not go to school
cos we’ll have enough good drugs
to fix their brains
and diamond points in their folds
for life-long
updates and upgrades;
and those Outdates
we'll slow humane-terminate
3
in the future
people will never feel negative
or down
cos we’ll know where it comes from
and flood it with the juices
from the smiley area
cos we’ll know where they come from too
and we can control brain droughts and mind floods
4
in the future
women will not carry babies
nor men either;
so couples can have ***
each strong in desire
and like satyrs in performance
and all no condoms either
and they’ll never conceive
cos we’ll have all the combinations ever
in frozen silos
that we’ll make copulate in infinite
possibilities and impossibilities
5
we’ll still have nations though
cos the Leaders will be able to choose
what brains they want their citizens to have
and all engineered
in the Nation Babies Pods where all babies will come from
so that we will still have
China Mind, America Mind, Poland Mind,
India Mind, Japanese Mind, Dutch Mind,
Polynesia Mind, Utopia Mind, Ideal Mind,
Reptile Mind, God Mind
and so on…
so really you needn't worry;
you'll still have personality
*so really
in the future
we’ll all be perfect
and there’ll be peace forever
and no one will have to complain ever*
Oct 24, 2010
Oct 24, 2010 at 2:44 AM UTC
In my head
I am the Russian Roulatte
In a tee *** I beg for trust
When poured out
The foam becomes of your mouth
I do buisness in China
Shipped to Pueto Rico
Make tongues flip as sharp
as a Nurican Dominican
Jitter till hearts stop beating on top of Italian pool tables
I steal breathes from science who believe in what is not in the Bible
I am your Russian Roulette
Make a feline spray a *** spot in here ******
Make a King errect New Your late night star lights when they stu'n
Change the tune in your song
from spittin rap versus to singing to God that you was wrong
I beat the drugs
Put a end to your habbit
So when you feel you cant utter a verse I'll let you howl like a suffering rabbit
Because no one knows how to use me right
I am the only bullet tucked in to take away your life
As soon as I leap forward to your attention you will be adoment to a pension
Stire clear
I am here
No intentions but to terminate erosions
Respect what I may
Careful when you choose to play
You must reconsider the outcome
I am
The Russian Roulette.
© the Russian Roulette S.T. Rebel of Eden
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 6:58 AM UTC
**Standing barefoot on cold floors, i watch the plant in the window as i swallow the white capsule whose job it is to terminate the throbbing in my membrane, and i am a spinning blur, and i am wondering can you hear the voices that are screaming out of me at this time.
at this moment, the rain has stopped and i am finished with my deed, the window looks like soil with paint thrown into watery waves.
walking back to my territory, i drop on both knees, suddenly and face first i fall into the couches cushion. repeats: "take me out of here take me out of here take me out here." until my breaths gives up on playing dead, and my face is purple and red.
I stand on wobbly knees, face feeling like a Southern summer day, I am thinking of you and I move on. **
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 7:05 PM UTC
“Will you love the glimmer of dew that shines from the point of my shovel as I bury your body in the forest on the mainland?”
He says as he demands that I terminate the only thing I know I’ve ever loved
-forced abortion
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 3:48 PM UTC
Choose your words carefully, now
Stick a coffee filter
Between your mind and mouth
Please try to control what comes out
Hold your tongue
Staple that muscle
To the pinks of your gums
Please just do it for my mom
End the R-word
Print it in a million books
And watch the pages burn
Put a stop to the harmful looks
Terminate ********
It isn't a synonym for "absurd"
It's not just a filler-word
My cousin is not to be discarded
If I could eliminate
The word I hate
I would cut the letters up
And hide them away from the ones that I love
Dispose of this nasty term
Cut this expression down
Watch this word infest with worms
And let the death be the talk of the town
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 1:27 PM UTC
Coal dust
+
asbestos
+
Silicone
pull J U G U L A R
straighten larynx
Plug my cord in.
Run:
digitized opalescent sky
Terminate process
heart exe. Cannot be found
reboot reboot reboot
sign up to facebook
sign up to dumb luck
sign up and sign off
C:/prey
C:/pray
C:/pray
that I don’t get swallowed
by this machine
that I don’t get swallowed
by this 01101101 01100001 01100011 01101000 01101001 01101110 01100101
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 5:53 PM UTC
She sits alone, mostly. Rolling within the rank sweat and smog filled room she calls her "home"
Black and white, black on black, white on white. Crisp and clean, yet muddied with her emotional tolls
Gangly legs lay crissed and crossed into the apple sauce, folding in and bent at the knees
Her Raven hair is swept across the floor like a ***** mop left out to dry in the rotten sunshine (or so she calls it)
Portraying the swayed emotions that she feels like a long black river of gnat buzzing irritation
"Stupid." she whispers in a mocking tone, head cocked to the side with a face filled with blankness
"Stupid Pretenders," she mutters in a voice as soft as the whispering ghosts, lost within the sounds of the dead
Pretenders. That is what she calls them as they flit too and fro, ignorance and bliss surrounding the obvious facts
Floating in and out of her mind, she has memorized every single one of their faces, down to the last detail;
Every last acne scarred face that tormented her while she was a "just a child", they billow down into her mind
The blank and fish glossed eyes never truly seeing, staring blankly ahead of them while they passed by, oblivious
Like running brooks, and rays of light they ebb and intertwine into who she is (or who she thought she once was)
She enjoys pretending that she knows their stories, has lived their lives, all while she is glaring madly into lost space
Having been swept astray, she descends deeper between lulling calls of the dead, mourning in sweet song for her fruitless life
They plead with her to sacrifice her existence, escorting peace into her tattered soul, to terminate her withdrawn pain
Lending her the hand of the Black Rider who comes at dusk, singing a haunting lullaby to drag her down into the dawn
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 2:28 PM UTC
Save me from nothing I plead
As I waste away my days
Nothing has become my need
When something gets in my way
I turn around and walk back
Walk back to where I began
I’m scared of adversity
He’s always on the attack
Failure’s what he demands
To be my identity
Help, save me from this nothing
It is consuming my life
I promise I’m not bluffing
It would make me feel contrite
Please, save me from this horror
Monotony’s got to me
I want to divert this road
Or bomb it with a mortar
Because I just want to see
My failures die alone
Please, I just need to be saved
I cannot seem to escape
This road that’s already paved
A path that won’t terminate
A path that is like Ping-Pong
Back and forth, and back and forth
The only two steps I take
Like singing the same **** song
I am running out of worth
When my whole life’s at stake
I’m walking on a racetrack
And life is racing past me
Just constantly being lapped
And I can’t seem to gain speed
What else is there left to do?
I need to find an answer
But this test’s impossible
It was made by a voodoo
Who controls all the answers
The key’s stuck in a lock hole
This nothing-ness is scary
There’s nowhere for me to go
I’m asking you to spare me
From this state of vertigo
Staring at a map that’s blank
North is south and south is north
What is this supposed to mean
I have nothing in my tank
My future path has been scorched
Fumes are all that I can see
I don’t know how I got here
I really wish that I did
But I can’t seem to see clear
Farewell is what I should bid
This is rough, I can’t take it
I would like to try, but why?
Why try if I’ll only fail?
Help save me from this abyss
I just want to see the sky
And maybe meet some angels
If I had a direction
Or a light brighten my path
And show me my complexion
I’d take without being asked
But if I took some matches
And soaked them in gasoline
I couldn’t ignite a light
Even on my dry patches
So that obviously means
My path will never be bright
Nothing is what I’ve become
It must be what I deserve
From all the nothing I’ve done
Failure’s the spot I reserved
I don’t want to move forward
My motive lacks passion
Which gives me no where to go
So I’ll just skip the torture
Put my plan into action
And receive nothing I’m owed.
Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 1:37 PM UTC
Happiness is the seed
left dormant
within the darkness
let it germinate...
Disappointment is the ****
which torments
with sadness
let it terminate.....
Nurture
the good thoughts
good reads...
Rupture
the negative thoughts
bad deeds....
Let the positivity
flourish...
Let's heal
the anguish...
Let's love
the broken
and
give them light...
Let's help
the fallen
and
help in their fight...
Jun 6, 2017
Jun 6, 2017 at 1:16 PM UTC