"tion" poems
Clear off the bed
and come lie next to me
or lie with me
or crawl under these sheets
and die with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this
Clear out your mind
and sink down low with me
or get high with me
or hold my hand
and lose some time with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this
Clean up your act
and fall apart with me
or fall, apart from me
or fall, a part of me
and take some time to cry with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this
Clean out your car
and run away with me
or run to me
or put it in reverse
and go back to the start with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this
Cleanse your spirit
and embrace this pain with me
or brace for pain with me
or take a moment to put me back together
and just be with me, with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could still get used to this
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 10:49 PM UTC
**•
i
am
a sea
farer•a
rider of the
dwindling air...
•
one day my ailing boat would invite
the water•i will finally sink into**
~ ~ ~~oblivion's lair•~~ ~ ~
~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~ ~ ~
~~ ~~~ ~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~ ~~~~
~~ ~ ~~~ ~ ~~~ ~ ~~ ~~
~~ ~~ *•m y exis tenc e ~ ~ ~~
~~ w ill then be • but a we a k, ~
i ndis cern ible... reflec tion of my sel f
~ • ~
~ i' d notb e free •but~
~ ~ t rapped i n abo x
~ on a lon g for- ~~
g o tte n ~
~ sh e ~
l
f
•*
.~
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 11:48 AM UTC
I stand in the middle of the room
My classmates are commanded to listen to me
I am the 14th person to present and so far, everyone has done a good job
I stand in the middle of the room
I begin to saw the name of my project
“My Poem”
I cannot remember what it was about
I do remember, what I felt
I stand in the room,
Hoping that everyone feels what I felt when I was writing it
I felt excited, my stomach had ‘butterflies’ I think
I felt the heat in my heart and the cold on my shoulders.
I felt the tingles all over my body, and the air escaping me
I stood in the middle of the room
I stand in the middle of the room
I was in the middle of the room and said
“My poem”
I heard a chuckle.
I ignored it because the ‘in love’ heart in my chest was more excited than It should have been
I continues and my voice began to play tricks on me
And the r’s rolled and the words were suddenly in another language
My mind still ignored it and continues
Because I felt I could write, and read this and everyone could love it
I stood in the middle of the room,
I waited for the, applause, the smiles, the congrats, or even a simple ‘good job’ like everyone else
Instead…
My teacher said, work on pronunciation. She said it again. Pro-noun-ci-a-tion
Ok. ‘Work on grammar.’ ‘Work on sentence structure’
“Work on being American” the chuckle said
Or the person who chuckled?
It didn’t mean much, you know
I loved writing so much that it did not matter
I would be a writer, I would continue to
STAND in the middle of the room and share my talent
And when I did, he chuckled
She chuckled, I was Mexican
Not a writer. Writers can’t be Mexican
Unless you write in Spanish and in Mexico
But I was too American for that at this point…
SO the next time I wrote I was ashamed,
Maybe if someone else wrote my writing?
But it didn’t matter,
When the teacher began reading,
The chuckle reminded the class it was the ‘Mexican’ who wrote it
“Mi nina” My mom would say
She reminded me that no only was I Mexican
I was a woman,
Only men thrive in this world
I believed it
And that is why my name is ‘The Voice’
Not my actually name,
Disclosure: I accept criticism on how to better my writing
NOT on what to write or on my background
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 6:40 AM UTC
•
**
♥ ♥ ♥
Saccharine
kiss, a taste of heav-
en, it's a chef d'eouvre,an ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
exploding fulgent tint• ••of love••
& commitment;, our to\ /ngue limning ela-\\
tion with these lips as ˋ•´canvas, stars detonate\\
lavishing blessing from above to our bona fide\\\
love ethereal emoti- on scintillate from w/in \\
creating a paradigm- of immaculacy of \\\/\\
endearment with an- ....enfolding c- \\\\\/\/ /
ape of assurance it's an e(mpyrean aroma from\//\///\
two seraphic being wit(h ablazing devotion towards//\\\
each other it erected a b(eatific paradise that link two/\\\/\
souls together in love & harmony & while your lips/\\\///
pressed to mine, it also push away all of my/ /\\\////
trepidation & replace.it with prodigious/\____/////
bliss, it colors my coun ,,,___,,,tenance with perfect\\//////
euphoria that spread out to my psyche.oh how heaven\/\/
descended on earth & spiced our lips with its ethereal sa-
vor oh how it birthed wings in our back that allow us to s-
oar high while relishing this very moment oh how it crea-
ted a divine crown to our heads & dressed us with ecclesi-
astical robe that scintillate w/our love as the source of lig-
ht oh how I want the time to cease to eternally feel this--
juncture oh this kiss.oh this kiss,oh how exhilaration do-
minate in me oh this phase with my king,oh how I pray
this to never end a phase that ignore the world & just fo-
*** to each other we |are united)with the )
love of God that bin- |d us toget(\her a love(
that come out from - |our mouth )\and reveal )
it with this kiss, oh t- |he sweetest )\just the sw)
eetest of all, oh i close |these eyes ) \and appre)
ciate each movement |our lips p) \erform o)
h how i love this kiss |oh how i) \w i love)
you my king, you ha- |ve suppl) \emented)
me with all nutrients |that I n) \eeded f)
or survival, your kiss |have s) \ituate)
d me in a bed so dear |surro) \undin)
g yellow flowers that |bloo( \ms i(
n its most ravishing /state,, ) /oh this)
kiss became gleami- /ng sun\ /light th\
that gives us warm- /th, yes \ \ /this sac\ \
charine kiss, a taste of (heaven/ \_\ (en you/ \_\
've let/ \me taste heaven!
**
with love <3
© Earl Jane
♥ E.J.C.S.
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 6:08 AM UTC
mov•ie
\ ˈmü-vē \
noun
1.a story represented in motion pictures/motion : noun : mo·tion : \ ˈmō-shən \ : an act, process, or instance of changing place/forward, backward, up, down, pacing, running, crawling/how we flee from our lives, our problems, our responsibilities/instead of focusing on motion we look to pictures/picture : noun : pic·ture : \ ˈpik-chər \ : a design or representation made by various means/click, zoom, import, export/our lives are on a flash drive, on a snapchat, on an instagram, on a memory card/everywhere but on our own memories/we don’t like pictures either/they show moments never to be regained from our past/our solution?/combine them into something better/movie : verb : mov·ie : \ ˈmü-vē \ : an escape from reality/we use movies to deflect the pain of our lives/we think that we watch because we are bored/no/we watch to escape/escape : verb : es·cape : /əˈskāp/ : a recording of moving images that tells a story and that people watch on a screen or television.
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 8:55 AM UTC
2018 05 21
That day my birthday
May 21st 2018 22nd anniversary
Me remember all as if it was yesterday's tale
How someone , very important stranger then,
sent me a b'day wish I still cherish to date.
Thats how it was born a unity of reason,
Between me and my love Diana Dee,
The beauty paragon I much adore.
Bae ur voice in particular,
Makes my ears gyrate,
Both in sure unison,
I will love u ***
without any
Conditi
tion
.
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 1:01 PM UTC
.
T h e
F an t a s t i c
Rocking Horse
T h e Catherine
W heel The Glo w
ing Triangle The
****** The Nirv
ana The Padlock
The SlideThe Ape
The Butterfly The
Ascent to Desire
The Balancing Act
The Splitting Bam
boo The Curled A
n g e l The Bridge
The Clip The Clos
se-up The Double
Decker The Seduc
Tion The Crouchi
ng TigerThe Hero
The Dolphin Th e
Frog The Glowing Juniper The Plow
The Peg The Classic The Kneel The Reclining Lotus The Lustful L eg The Eagle The Cros
s The Rowing Boat The Star Doggy Style
The Super 8 The Bandoleer The
M a g i c Mountain
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 9:37 AM UTC
Electromagnetic Motion Ocean Of Pure Focal Emo-tion.
The Very Sound Of The Creators Verse And Rhythm In Loving Notion Pouring Through The Crystalline Endocrine Indoctrinated Shock Ra Of Shocking Unblocking Colorful Tones In Unmolested Focus And Definition.
To Flow Your Emo-tions Through Your Core And Manifest In Your Intended Notion All Without The Misidentified Horror Of The Wrongfully And Negatively Defined Emotions, One Finds That The Mere Act Of William Tell And That Apple Upon The Head Must Have Been One Hell Of An Interesting Interaction, Yet Instead Of The Reassuring Smiles And Calm Demeanor Of The Archer As They Lock Eyes, What Pray Tell You Think The Eyes Of The Archer Looked Like On That Very Frozen In Time Moment As He Released The Arrow To Guided Love Of Perfected Intent And Delivery Of Safe And Demanding Fortitude Of Action To Defeat All Possible Variable , As If To Need To Bend The Very Laws Of Nature If They Were To Cause An Number Of Odd And Unpredictable Events To Derail The Intent Of The Man Shooting The Apple Off The Head Of His Dear Child's Head, For Not A Bird May Pass Between, Not A Gust Of Wind Be Seen, Not An Earthquake Be Fabled To Accrue, Not A Single Action But The Undeterred Focus Of Absolute Might In Will, His Fee Will In Flight. What Might His Eyes Be Relaying In That Frozen Moment? Reassurance, Pity, Fear, Confidence, Or The Electric Fire Of Electromagnetic Motion Ocean Of Pure Focal Emo-tion To Get The **** Thing Done And Without Foolish ******** Reactions To The Real And True Focus Of Emotion, And Pray Tell, What If The Child Mistook This Look In A Moments Notice And Flinched Out Of Concern That The Father Was Angry With Him? Or Is It Best To Realize The Real Importance Of This Story As It Is The Trust In The Definitions Of Intended Focus And Not Of Simple Trust.? ,... Yes, Intended Focus Of Emotions Being Trusted As True And Not Negative In Nature, Dear Friend, Yes. So Let Your Soul Be Your Pilot, Let The Flow Of Emotion Be Free And Not Dictated By The Restraints Of Control And Be Seen And Used In Negative Ways, For These Are The Crimes Against All Mankind And The Bigger Part Of Why Spoken Word Is The Very Spell That Binds The Psyche, For The Focus Of Or The Lack Of Focus Of Emotions True Meaning And Purpose Is The Crime Against All Life Indeed. Live Free And Pilot This Love Ship Successfully By No Longer Defining Self By The Ways And Means That Have Caused Us To Fear Our Own Power To Move Mountains, And Kept Us All Mustard Seeds When We Are Truly Far More Than You Can Believe. Feel Free, Yes, By All Means Feel Free.
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 2:37 PM UTC
First you need to learn that they are blocks
compressed meaning and solid like rocks
individual meaning expressed
but combined a new thought is expressed
with a suffix sometimes they merge
and become other classes of words
thus relate becomes rela -tion and added a ship
to relate something becomes rela-tion-ship
the prefixes un-, post-, and de- , be-,for-, and re-
alter words and direction, you see
but the real tricky thing
is keeping track of the strings
of meaning and –fixes, and inflectional endings
Mar 2, 2013
Mar 2, 2013 at 3:48 PM UTC
I just want to love you
...I've decided.
And it's not what/you're/expecting
It's not what you've.come.to.know.
You see,....as I walked with the stars
tonight;
It occurred to me....
....What most call 'love' isn't so...at all...
What most call love...
Is merely a loan....
They give their 'love'
But if not returned...(it is expected to be returned{and often with interest})
Well,...there is disappointment/resentment/even the///antonym...{howdaresheafteralltheloveI've....}
That kind of 'love' is merely a bar//gain...
That kind is a ne-go-ti-at-tion of give/and/ receive...that.is.a.......loan...
That is Banking 101.
I'm not going to loan you.
I've decided {iamhelplesstoresist} to love you...
...I am in love with you...
And who doesn't love being in love...?
I mean,...I'm elated
I could burst just thinking your name
I am grinning like a fool [when I think of things I want to tell you]
And my step is lighter>And my heart is fuller> And my laugh is quicker>and the world is a warmer place....
...Like this...
And I am grateful.
...and I need nothing from ...you
You never have to even... know...
I just get to selfishly enjoy loving you {eyes,mouth,voice,words}
On
My
Own
So,..I've decided to. l o v e. you
.....And I'm so h/a/p/p/y.
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 1:30 AM UTC
daw hindi magpakita
sa akon ang katuyo
diri sa dulom
daw ako man kadumdom
sa pila ka tion
nga ako gapanago
hindi na pagpugsa
ipiyong ang mga mata
kay wala man pinagbag-o
kung ako bulag
sa kalipay o sa gugma
na-anad na sa lamig
sa ulunan nga basa
gadugay lang ang mga tuig
ako lang diri gyapon isa
talagsa na lang gid
katilaw sang pahuway
basi di ko gutom amo kabudlay
gihulid ko na ang pala
di gyapon ko katulog
makutkot na lang ko asta ma-aga
May 16, 2020
May 16, 2020 at 12:43 PM UTC
if ears had lips
mine would gladly tell you all the things
they can and cannot comprehend
they would explain the difference
between hearing and understanding;
just because they hear a sound
doesn’t mean they know what it is
or where it’s coming from
just because they hear a voice
doesn’t mean they discern words
they would ask you to please speak louder
and tell you that even though volume is their friend
if you take a jumble and turn up the juice
sometimes it becomes clearer
other times it’s just a loud jumble
they might tell you that writing things down saves time
or that texting works better than voicemail
they would tell you how much they miss
the rain’s incessant song
the wind’s sweeping whistle
a dropped pin’s pinging ping
earthy crashing blue green wave sounds
a lover’s soft whisper
eavesdropping’s noseyness
distance’s subtle sounds
footsteps’ proximity
a fire’s warm red orange crackle
freeway traffic’s rushing background noise
a phone call’s lively conversation
a tv show’s clever, non-closed-captioned script
a radio’s soulful catchy lyrics
live performance’s vibrant voice
the timbre of each note in a chord
as I strummed my guitar
they would tell you
how the ringing tones inside my head
compete with your words
they would speak of their frustration and indignation
when you ignorantly accuse them of selective hearing
they would apologize for asking you to repeat
and laugh with you at my disability
they would thank you for dealing with me anyway
they would smile in appreciation
for your exaggerated syll•a•bi•ca•tion
if ears could see
mine would overlook your rolling eyes
and exasperated sighs and expressions
they know it’s not your fault that they don’t work good
and hope you know it’s not their fault either
Dec 4, 2011
Dec 4, 2011 at 3:21 PM UTC
Once more
I am floored
by indulgence
a greed
a lust
a need
complete me to bleed
in my left nostril.
Last night, I fell from the sky.
Saw why I existed
and misted the glass
with my bind, i am bound
I found M D A in my D N A
A ray of
Ad dic tion—
con flic tion, res tric tion, cru ci fi xion
He was more than just a friend
Ended in me coming back
attack of parachutes.
no—not an american raid
blade cut the lines
weighed out the fines
swallowing paper and singing the signs.
He saw though the redbull,
the xanax, the pro zac,
the this- that
your mix- match emotions
that k i l l e d like a rat-trap.
And for what?
Artificial love.
A c r a c k
in my parachute attack: I deny.
Last night, I f e l l from the sky.
Dec 22, 2012
Dec 22, 2012 at 10:05 PM UTC
Rationalization
Participation
Concentration
Manipulation
Devastation
Frustration
Delegation
Completion
Direction
Addiction
Motovation
Contraction
Perfection
Election
Connection
Commotion
Lotion
Jubilation
Revaluation
Fibulation
Continuation
Population
Sensation
Complication
Allegation
Temptation
************
Proustitution
Execution
Desertion
Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 12:40 PM UTC
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Friction
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Friction Friction F
Friction Friction Fr
Friction Frictio
riction Friction
Friction Frictio
riction Friction
Friction Frictio
riction Friction
Friction Frictio
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Friction Frictio
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Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 2:20 PM UTC
I failed to mention my frustration
when I told you "no" without hesitation,
but you pulled me in with determination,
and left my body full of devastation.
I laugh when you're brought up in conversation.
The truth is that I'm avoiding confrontation.
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 10:42 AM UTC
.
• they say light-
ning never stri-
kes • twice in
the very same
place•not as
if it chooses
the person
it likes•nor
has it targ-
eted a familiar face • growing
accustomed to these repeated
jolts•i stay fro-
zen in anticip-
tion•for subs-
equent influx
of volts•is th-
is love or me-
re petty infa-
tuation?•ca-
n't believe my luck • be-
cause time... and again,
inevitably•i
stand here,
apparently
struck•e-
very ti-
me you
cast a...
a gla-
nce
at
•
ME•
.
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 9:53 AM UTC
All pray for sunny rays
But the sunny days have
gone
a--way
lead astray smokey grey just to say
good--bye
Yeah,
I must have blazed a few back in my
Hey--day
But the skies still blue turns a different hue
but only on May--
Days
Well.,
I guess that's the reason why the meaning of life
Or at least for me?
is so
un--substantial even tho some-times we fold
but don't forget___ to line it with hope
Or maybe much so?
that our minds are now frac--
tured
So..
Don't tread on my mi-cro frac--
tions
( As I would often say )
Seeing that mines are both split / in personalities of my current
Reality?
Yo.,
But that's just a very small frac--
shun
in this type of re--
ac-
tion
Nov 30, 2022
Nov 30, 2022 at 3:00 AM UTC
I've got an affection, this affliction
It's bringing me down,
But all the while I am bouyed by such an emotion.
It invades my mind, muddles my devotion-
Nearly makes all function impossible
This diseased mind has only one mission: to be with it's affliction- this affection, you see.
The only cure is in vaccination, filled exactly with what infection you bring
As it courses through my system, I can feel the sorrow soothe;
The panging in my heart stops...
Did my heart stop?
Yes,
This condition, no longer contagion
It makes me happy to say,
Is with sensation, fighting cessation...
Still my only ambition is for you, my love, to stay.
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 7:30 AM UTC
Life’s a trip aint it?
Cause I can see myself there.
In the courtside of movement with my daughter
Teaching her the fundamentals to this foreplay break form we call top rocking
See, cause we all started while still in the fetus of knowledge,
dance was our way out
far sighted to the violence was most important
My neighbors enriched themselves a devil’s deal with other advocates
Sold their souls to hate,
Gun play, drugs, **** and discriminate……tion.
Since that first get down on my auntie’s wooden floors,
Or since seeing the smooth criminal himself steal the encore,
I became the Xerox copy,
mirroring my master like a parrot,
I studied more and observed a new culture.
Not even knowing this family was my narrative teen story.
****
I devoured every second.
Danced till my body couldn’t stand it.
I danced in the light and were steps away from my own shadows.
Sometimes the shadows were heavy
a filament that needs to be observed and cleansed--- go figure huh
A self-judgment clinging to aura.
A child crying who felt unloved.
A beings dependent on promises from Ones outside self.
Suddenly, light shines and the dancer feels the power--
A breath that aligns inside grace.
A moment where ones heart expands with love.
A moment where a dancer meets melody
Hip hip is a masterpiece,
hip-hop is you, me, him and her, and because of this masterpiece is a dancer inside of me.
His movements created mists around his company,
I didn't need to tell hip-hop I loved her.
I gave her all my love with this dance.
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 3:38 PM UTC
*tick all applicable
please use blue or black blood
when exercising choice
in the type of role applied for*
Liberation [✓]
Vindication [✓]
Resignation [✓]
Transformation [✓]
*do you recognise yourself
as belonging to a Demographic
Of Brotherhood.
Of Commonality
to other hurting spirits*
Hope without creases [ ]
Hope, in spite of bruising [✓]
Train without brakes [ ]
A tunnel bricked at each end [ ]
Forest fire as result of
volatile conditions
and negligent spark [✓]
*do you accept that the data you provide
not only reveals everything you would
sacrifice and be sacrificed for
it
also
counts
for
n· o· t· h· i· n· g*
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 6:32 AM UTC
The blood clot is
back. Up to old
tricks. A halloween mask.
A heart attack with a laugh,
One day. that old
**** is gonna kick,
Leave me with his water gun collection .
Body in the ocean
Someone built a giant cave
inside of me last night. When I was sleep-
ing someone built a cave in side
of me last night.when i was sleeping.
Someone built a giant cave inside of me last night someone. Built a giant cave inside of me last night .
Body in the ocean.
Now it's ocean everywhere it's
flowing but nothing flows.
The ocean is still now
so still it is a salt lick.
Body in the ocean.
Chopped off his own scalp
sever'd Body after Body in
the ocean. Skinless. Battered. Beaten. Bested. Busted appendix. Internally bleeding. Externally bleeding. Bleeding from the mouth. Bleeding from the eyes, ears, and throats. The devastating side effects of self-
anhila-
tion..
Every one laughing at the bl
o
odclot
Feb 3, 2012
Feb 3, 2012 at 10:17 AM UTC
I think some R here
For Adulation
Not merily
Concocked Expajulation
But Rather 2
Find Some Praise
2 Their Creations
2 fullfill
Some Sensation
That Their TIME
Spent With ***********
Was Something MORE
Then Emancupation
4 ALL of U
I GIVE
adulation
Apr 4, 2010
Apr 4, 2010 at 1:55 AM UTC
**I tread to keep my head
Just above the water;
But find myself floating away ~
While others were sinking
or swimming
down yonder, I ponder,
though my thoughts betray
The reality that I perceive
Which may, or may not be as limiting
Of that which you can conceive,
Or can see much stronger
I no longer bother;
It’s deceiving so I castaway,
And leave myself astray in the fray /
Blottering•
To alter my relief of mindscape
and believe, there’ll better days,
beyond what I face
Cremate my remains in the ashtray someday
Energy never ceases to exist
It perpetually permeates the cosmic collective consciousness
Wherever my soul will occupy
the confines in space
Of the vibrations that happen
to solidify my base
And give me just the slightest trace,
that I’m phasing amidst
these in-between places
I feel as though I am an imposter -
Egregiously living a grievous dream,
of which I have conjured;
That I am lost,
and therefore cannot prosper
Because I harbor improper resentment,
that I will foster until my departure
This fractal picture of the macrocosm
only grows larger,
but from farther away;
As it becomes harder to map the realms
of territories unchartered in my escape
I try to attain, but only falter in vain
To discover what the universe
truly contains
And convey that in words
to paint mental frames/
Maybe it’s strange
but one must think
outside the constraints
It may sound absurd but please
keep up the pace
Spiritual enlightenment for real
is the surreal end-game
in which we all play chase replacing
Incarcerated rocks to be polished,
in this giant machine
Perpetually incarnating
A shining spirit until
that’s all that remains
Once every imperfection
Is completely erased
When the correct particles
have been finally arranged
& Nirvana has since become fully sustained
Can I truly be One with my Self-
And not just a product of fate**
Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 6:01 AM UTC