"toggle" poems
Turns a soft pirouette of finger end
Along the ridges of discs that make the spine
And I mark a period to end the sentence
Written upon soft skin
Smooth as a relaxed sigh that escapes parted lips
In a gentle exhale of seconds ticked off
One check (tick)
Two check ( tock)
I scribe to small of back where hollow forms
Letting tongue taste the salt of sweat glistening
Before a rise of hip curves to please eyes
Or palms that might erase dark windows staring back
At the blank gaze of face lost inside
The mirage of dreams
Three check (tick)
Four check ( clock tocked seconds rhyme)
With vowels moaned to the whisper of poems
Glyphed a slow summons of wrists gently turned
To show the veins that lie beneath as I bled softly
Along the nerves a simple thread of heartbeat
Rhythms show how a verse ends
A metaphor for the ribs caged
And stone to hold apart the looking glass world
Of Cheshire grins upon lips wet with wry spittle
Licked by tip of tongue
Breathes soft once upon times
To inhale the scent of amaryllis bloom
Gracing glass of its own with fair heads bloom
Petals of delicate hue opened vulnerable to bruise
Five check ( tick )
Six check ( toggle along mark of hands the tock)
I scribe soft to the end of line and pirouette fingers end
Marking a period again to end the simple words
Brushed upon a supple velum
And begin
Seven check (tick)
Second hands slow circles
Matching my own...
Jan 6, 2013
Jan 6, 2013 at 4:47 PM UTC
Open up your eyes realize
Everybody out to get you sin through
Ya body mind and soul take control
Don't let the ******** bury you
Take a sip of this tangeray
To calm you
Picture your adversaries buried
Restin' with the rest of the dead
Puffin' **** clock Gs til.my eyes bloodshed
Look in my eyes tell.me what you see?
Ya see a nigguh down for the Revolutionary
Most see an early cemetery I never worry
God's on my side but I was put on this earth for suicide
Can't hide from the pressure
Since I'm.human I'm.prone to feelings
I mentally prepare myself Cuz I'll be murdered in cold blood
From a bunch of thugs
Naw! not street thugs I'm.talkin' DC thugs
They stay lurkin' in the dark
And there I was
Chillin' suddenly I seen a spark
Eyes flash quickly death roads ahead
Will I struggle and toggle to survive?
Or will I let the crossover thrive?
On me my soul wants to be free
Damage is done so theres no more saving me
Its time to go done being bounded on hells shoulder
Tryna find a heaven but I'm.stuck in this boulder as my body grows colder
I'm shell shocked
I thought I told ya this is the ballad of a dead souljaaaaaaaa!!
Ballad of a dead souljaaaaaa!!
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 9:51 AM UTC
Cogs and free wheels chains and hubs
Twist and turns loud creeks and rubs
Sears and Snap-on won't do the job
Park and Pedro worth a few bob
Your problems are complex and real
You're tormented cry: squeak and squeal
Not a job for the feeble man
I have the tools, do what I can
Put you in my vice and hold tight
Crank the toggle bolt, torqued just right
I am the wrench to smooth your ride
Hand me the tools, stand by my side
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 9:36 PM UTC
Seems my mouth has created again,
thoughts of passions and crimes of sin.
The very pleasures that play the keys
to all my desires and wish to be's,
have become our own prophecies!
It appears what it is however it is not,
still the ripples of anticipation run hot.
The aura surrounding is milky thick,
yet the arousal source was a mere pick,
purposeful and complex, complete to trick!
I must say that the approach was titillating,
engaging in delusions of our amusements waiting.
Seems the temptation is a mind boggle
the decision and time we continued to toggle.
The dissection to tamper at bits of the soul
and manage the passions, they stay in control.
SDPope
Jan 24, 2010
Jan 24, 2010 at 4:09 PM UTC
I thought the nineties saw the last of leaving voicemails
I thought we left that mess of feelings back at the apartment on that bed
I thought I left your mind as well
I always felt we left too many things unsaid
You toggle back and forth between opening up and closing that chapter
You probably think the same of me
There’s an unparalleled sadness in getting rid of a book you didn’t get to read
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 8:49 PM UTC
"I like the word, toggle, actually."
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 11:57 PM UTC
For give me mothers if I take another son away
The ***** shouldn't a tested if my ****** wouldn't spray the K
2 the face
2 the point
Hollows in yo temple *****
Leave 2 dents in yo face like some dimples *****
+
Ugh
+
The devil told me that I'm coldblooded
Semi stoic look on my face n these hoes love it
Ain't got it on me when they shoot imma road run it
Never put trust n no ***** cuz these hoes covet
+
Ugh
+
Im like the black mclovin
Wit a wrap sheet 4 days
Tell yo mans cuz he shovin
N if low keep pushing imma have 2 start bussin
'Nother dumb ***** dead in the streets over nothing
Agh
+
My mama say that idk about the struggle but she don't know half if the **** a ***** toggle wit
+
She only know about a 5th of the **** I did
+
N if she knew me she would call me the apocalypse
+
Cuz I done did mo dirt then a Lil bit
+
N if this rapping don't crack imma cop a brick
+
These ****** say they were its at but the fulla ****
+
Cuz we the only mfs really taking risk
+
When I was 17 I ****** a ***** n she was 30
+
They call it statutory **** but I was hella flirty
+
I know some ****** out south that'll do u *****
+
Razor blade 2 yo face like that ***** birdie
+
Ugh
+
I gotcho sis on my lap
N yo fix in a sack
Text books on my back
Imma lowlife pirate I ain't even gotta act
N my ****** on attack
Lowlife just relax
Ugh
1+2
N I mean that ****
I was blind 2 it all now I c that ****
Imma show u mufuckaz that u can get rich
If yo friends turn 2 opps n yo main chick flip
Ugh
+
Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 2:12 AM UTC
flourishing man twigs
your skin binder
seperating into
live lizard leather
you voice is making broken mouth noises
too much suction
FROM OUT THE
choir nodules
limpid eye spokes spin
in a humane wood grain
in
calliper, or in plurale tantum
knee cap tattoos
of crawling skunk stars
toggle cap vegetable yoga
in giant pollen helmets
sports magnets
in half wi fi marathon
what kind of *** uniforms
are they hiding in the cenotaph
sunday war things perhaps
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 9:49 AM UTC
I'm not a sheep amongst the flock but a wolf amongst the sheep
Not a carcass left to rot but the butcher slicing meat
Because someone gotta survive, and its gonna be me
You can pull the wool over my eyes but you'll end up losing sleep
See you can lie to my face but i can sniff out the truth
Not everybody's buying ******** we are wiser than our youth
I may have a young face but my soul is in pursuit
Of old age, divine space, that's ruthlessness for you
See my stamina is boundless and i have that pack mentality
I can toggle between the two, loyalty or reality
You can make all these promises, but you cant promise me
That you're not another poser because you reek of it to me
Imma howl at the stars just to keep you awake
Outside growling at your window just to drive you insane
Because you messed with a wolf and thats a fatal mistake
Now I'm putting pen to paper just to put you in your place
You, dont know what you're in for
You, aren't getting away
You, are already falling
And now, in your head, I'm here to stay
You, me, crazy
You, me, crazy
You, me, crazy
You dont know what you're in for, and now you're going crazy
The possibilities are endless like the power of Infinity
You stop dead in your tracks like you just had an epiphany
You can't lose the trail when i **** my head, listening
Your voice trembles with fear and I'm feasting on the signaling
Your muscles race with adrenaline, a system overdrive
To face what you can't see admist the shadows of the night
All your senses quickening, preparing for the fight
Because you're in the corner now and there's nowhere left to hide
Hands shake, an earthquake, i hear the drumming of your heart
Jesus Christ, any faster and it could tear you apart
An explosion from the inside, you glow in the dark
From the heat that you expel like the embers of a dart
Eyes wide, pupils large you know this is your fate
Wishing you could go back but you know that it's too late
You meddled with a wolf and now you're filled with doubt
Things are getting serious: head down, claws out
You, don't know what you're in for
You, aren't getting away
You, are already falling
Check under your bed because the monster's here to stay
There's so much left to do,
And so little time,
With nothing left to lose
It's time to set things right
You can't play, Chinese Whispers
With me, because, I hear everything
You, don't know what you're in for...
You, me, crazy
You, me, crazy
You, me, crazy
I've got so much in store, enough to drive you crazy
You, me, crazy
You, look, wasted
You, me, insanity
You don't know what you're in for, and now you're going crazy
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 5:50 AM UTC
Torn twisting through a nonsense dream,
no places left to turn.
Deafened by the echo of mind speak,
struck dumb by words I can't learn.
Strangled by the hands of future guess,
tortured deep on the inside of me.
Dealing through a deck of memories,
photographs of all that can't be.
Flicker frame fear, conscience on a toggle,
panoramic everything pushing on me.
Stuck floating through ports of my past,
daylights' lost beacon, this mixed up sea.
Trapped in the dark room with the memory mob,
midnight malice in the shadows of sleep.
Paranoia projector, slide show sweat,
Lifetime Productions Co. I watch till I weep.
Phil Stewart Jan 2011
Jan 3, 2011
Jan 3, 2011 at 7:34 AM UTC
I... how do I start this?
Okay, I'll just, just get straight in...
I think of nameless things,
Weightless thoughts with withering strings,
Faithful thoughts of my distressed links,
Boneless thoughts now surfacing,
Stressful 9, and He stopped winking,
No two's and no signs and I'm singing,
So here's now what I'm invested in:
I like to sing, I like to write, there's a Sılver ın my mınd,
I also like to talk in rhymes, and keep the meaning behind.
No, I don't talk like this real life.
Just a little sometimes :}
Not so socially smart and strong,
That's why I like to stay between my walls,
It's a lot easier.. being you between ya walls, ya know?
I love to know, but am I capable at all anymore?
Lately I've gotten a little time-out,
And I thought it was a nice life treat (becuase, wow, obviously I've always been a lucky me.)
But now I lost my inner light, n my speed's somewhere at school & sixteen,
And I...hate all these I's... I use too much of those, don't I? sigh
So, well, here's my why: I enjoy writing because inside I'm.. just...
Well.
T.Swifting on my surroundings,
And 'my feelings, all my findings,
Schizophrenic analysis,
Drama addict's falls and lightnings,
A hundred more words off a Draddict,
But they'll fall out where the light's in,
And I struggle to finish my writings,
A quick toggle in the dark, a little change in heart,
This great flow of my voice... sometimes. I have to confess of my heart for the dark.
How did I get to write this section?
And since when do I blend songs & introductions?
My winter infection?
A little more than I should, I'm enjoying this dive down deep to the darkest dark. A little more than a little more than I should.
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 7:00 AM UTC
By Arcassin B
"Cheyenne"
As young as you look,
You should have been a model,
I don't even know why you want me anyways,
But , things happen for a reason I don't toggle,
When you look into my eyes,
I get sense of adventure,
And that night I kissed your lips,
Will always be a memory worth a rapture,
You always knew just what to say,
Some things I depend on you for,
Even lost my best friend,
Cause he thought you were a *****
I love you always and forever,
Even if your brothers around,
You take a bird from its feathers,
And you then flew me around.
"7:39 Kiss"
I couldn't stop kissing you tonight,
Taking about our worries,
Bodies pierced towards each other,
Dancing upon your lips in the moons rise,
Escaping the erge to let you go,
Can't see how much we belong in the night sky,
Taking my breath away when we **** our faces off,
Not a ****** reference,
I like this night,
Sad that I left.
"Sticky Skin"
Fun day we had,
Wishing we could do it again,
Me , you , and your brother,
Going on esponola road for adventure,
This all happen to today,
I also like this day.
Soda and water spilled over all of us,
Horse playing lol,
Good times....
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 9:45 PM UTC
message "<i>monotheistic agony</i> saved successfully"
html "
<div id="poem1929646" class="poem poem-left " data-align="left" data-url="http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1929646/monotheistic-agony/" data-text="monotheistic agony by Máteùš Izydor" seepoem="/poem/see/1929646/">
<div class="poem-view inner">
<div class="poem-header poem-part">
<div>
<span title='This poem is visible to everyone' class='btn btn-label '>public</span>
<a href="#" data-href="/poem/edit/1929646/html/" class="toggle-edit btn btn-tiny btn-black">edit</a>
</div>
<a href="/polaroid-scrabble/" class="nocolor poem-poet-name popover-profile" data-url="/popover/profile/662176/">Máteùš Izydor</a> <span class="poem-added s" title="Poem added 3 minutes ago">3m</span>
</div>
<div class="poem-part poem-title bottomss">
<a href="/poem/1929646/monotheistic-agony/" class="nocolor">monotheistic agony</a>
</div>
<div class="poem-part continue-reading poem-body wordwrap">
<p>you know what <br> urinating with<br> a ******** feels like?<br><br>next thing you know:<br>they'll be tearing off their niqabs<br> and implying<br> staples to the fake <em>kippahs</em><br> of the popes.<br><br> and then tribalism from <em>brazil</em>.<br><br> toes are a real agony...<br> fingers are slightly better,,,<br> but do you know alcoholism is<br>such a burden?<br> it's ******* exhausting...<br> once you get to the stage of <br>a litre of whiskey, in between 2 days<br>you're wondering....<br> i'm not being lazy about this....<br>this is the <em>fantastic 4</em> making an entrance...<br>there's mr. fantastic / spastic trying to samba fully<br> extended;<br> <em>limp dick</em> ever come across your mind?<br> i'm thinking <em>squid</em>, or at least something<br>wobbly, or able to juggle, or with limbs <br>that have the consistency of a brain, i.e. fat;<br> then all the bones are in their mouths and could<br>nibble on you twice-over - or <em>ridley scott</em> talking.<br><br>p.s. definite article indefinite article<br> pluralism (simply... es);<br> a very serious english complex.</p>
</div>
</div>
<div id="after" class="after-reading"></div>
<script type="text/javascript">
$(document).ready(function(){
HP.prepare_poem($("#poem1929646"));
$("#poem1929646 .poem-body").appear(function(){
HP.load_after_reading($("#poem1929646"), "/poem/read/1929646/");
});
});
</script>
</div>
"
success 1
Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 2:34 PM UTC
Heartbroken, cut open,
Your knives stuck in my back.
Misspoken, I'm chokin',
Trying to get my life on track.
Dark places, many faces,
Where I've been and what I no longer see.
Make haste, and go away,
This depression I'm in is killing me.
You model, men ogle,
You're no longer what I fell in love with.
I toggle, and down a bottle.
This alcohol is a poison's kiss.
My heart turns to stone when our eyes meet.
I'm frozen here in place.
Deep red blood now turns to ice,
Flowing through these veins.
Your memory, I'm not forgetting,
I dream of you when I don't try.
I can't erase you, you're haunting,
Me, and I can't live my life.
I resist, yet you persist,
To linger in my state of mind.
I'm not happy, you've stabbed me
In the back two years ago in time.
You cheated, I felt defeated,
My world collapsed around me.
Our photos, deleted
But my mind still won't leave me be.
My heart turns to stone when our eyes meet.
I'm frozen here in place.
Deep red blood now turns to ice,
Flowing through these veins.
Your beauty, shoots through me,
But you're a cancer inside.
You're looming, you've doomed me.
See the pain in these eyes.
I've tried, and I've cried,
Too many tears in the time you've been gone.
It's humiliating, and complicating,
Everything still feels so wrong.
I've fought, and I've sought,
My demons, and anyone for help.
I'm rearranged, and I'm changed,
Not for the better because you've made my life Hell.
My heart turns to stone when our eyes meet.
I'm frozen here in place.
Deep red blood now turns to ice,
Flowing through these veins.
Medusa...
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 8:12 AM UTC
I was
hers and
still toggle
their feature
as this
cluster in
maudlin with
alluvion tears
as rain
only to
gape acquiescence
there and
strengthen peace
of mind
or frizzy
hair ends
the medallion
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 8:27 AM UTC
There is no feigning love
Only a light switch little boys toggle in a big room lined with the belongings of the ones who left it last
Tents made from the frayed and bleached garments of playmates who had to return home for supper,but not before changing the light bulb.
That is not the fear, foundations made of bone covered in soot from flames whispered out with secrets
Nails jagged and loose and I can't afford repairs
Paper thin walls with dixie cups full of crayons
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 3:21 PM UTC
Sit naked
Like children matting the lives they may never have
Pit patting innocence on the floor
With tiny, ***** feet.
Simplicity in the curve of her bottom
And the writhe her legs give me
Infantly pleased to see me
Heroicly ignoring the bitterness of an espresso
We can sit together, one day
And chime on our shields
She can play me music
And I can draw her worlds
And toggle life from death
Switch from fight to flee
While she makes melodies
That answer to my name
Just my funny name
I can't imagine
Anymore
Crisps think less
Chips have been sectioned
Never knowing,never fearing
As something so unlike myself
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 6:10 AM UTC
By flipping the switch,
will the world remain
no longer?
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 4:50 PM UTC
Its easy to toggle between keys and numbers
shifting relationships
saying the same thing over and over again
balancing between copy/paste
until the formula comes right. Sometimes.
Print is easy too
Ctrl+ P- sometimes an imprint can occur
not often does it work if the partner is smarter
she might just get a new keyboard
or a whole new faster bandwidth
and move on
at times it can be messy
if you catch a bug
or get bugged too.
If we design love based on a set of keys
the result may become
an out of tune romance
that needs to be rebooted often.
Otherwise you may just have to put up with
an old fashioned typewriter.
Author Notes
IT is happening.
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved.
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 4:11 PM UTC
Toggle
flipped.
Spark of energy,
program
ignited.
Universe born
time flashes.
Universe begets
others.
Huge numbers
sparking into
existence.
Waves moving,
universes born,
live, fade away.
Left in the
wake.
Frozen
in place.
Fade into
deep time.
Program
expanding
beyond
time and space.
Who, what
flipped the
toggle.
Irrelevant!
Ancient beyond
knowledge.
We, mere
by-products.
Flotsam,
left
in its
wake.
Left to
simply
fade away.
Frozen
in place.
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 9:56 AM UTC
Library
You lacked grandeur, no city hall portal,
with the footprint of a chapter book face up
on the lawn, spine a rule for tomes of cars
shameless with chrome. A nameless perfume
bathed us in the foyer, a lure to place our heads
in your open oven, greedy for another gassing.
Landscape of sturdy oak plain and canyon
buttered in light from a flotilla of hovering
saucers, the wind swept butte topped with glare
ice where my finger skated titles and my dog-
eared card toward a woman with cats eye glasses
lashed lightly on thrilling swell by the thinnest whip
of lanyard, yellow Ticonderoga number
two at the ready in the perfect quiver
of her platinum French twist, pert pink bud
eraser bobbing up and down with every
delicate toggle of the fat rubber
date stamp, so mesmerizing to a dewy reader
brought to his toes, straining for a whiff
of subtext, your memory a mist rising from this book
cracked wide, lolling fragrant in my lap.
Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 8:09 AM UTC
"serious art is born from serious play"
Julia Cameron
The problem with artists
is the way they look
at you as if
you're their
next meal.
You were never
flesh and bone,
a creature of feel.
You are a blank canvas
of space to roam,
the layered onion
for them to peel.
The unchartered map
left to explore,
until you are all but conquered
and turned into words on a page.
But when two artists meet,
I wonder if their agendas
dance with each other like
the bull and a matador.
one waving a red flag at the other
enticing the other to make a move,
and discover just how well
they can defend themselves
or if they both
bow in submission
in accordance to the laws of
"meeting your match."
or do they toggle back and forth
between bow and blow,
arching the horns into the
air with independent defiance
to kneeling their heads
into the sand with
doted reverence.
just two chemicals dancing
and inching around one another,
questioning whether
or not to form
a compound.
Jul 12, 2022
Jul 12, 2022 at 3:52 PM UTC