"underrate" poems
My neck noosed
My legs loosed
I witness the tragic
It seems so emphatic
I feel entropy
Enter me
Centering
Around love and pain
I wear gloves of shame
Toxicity taints touch
My reaction is to cautiously recoil
For I feel a great punch
When I expect them to be loyal
A tear rolls down my cheek
Navigating scars
Like a man who is meek
Navigating bars
It starts and stops
Then keeps going
The tears drop
From what I'm knowing
That my time is evaporating
Dealing with the exasperating
I feel I can be caring
I just need the chance
We'll see how I'm fairing
On the end of your lance
Penetrating deeply
The pain is unceasing
Like a thousand bee stings
While you stand there feasting
Making me feel alive
From the pain inside
I guess things could always be worse
Sometimes that feels like a curse
Because I have problems all the same
But it's true
The sum of our troubles equal this game
That we lose
Even though I'd rather deal with *** and silence
Than to be vexed by violence
They're all just ways of imposing our will
Whether it's through who we birth or ****
Conflict is how we get our fill
Every day a different fire drill
We hate each other
We date each other
We underrate each other
To deflate each other
Pain is used as a tool
Until blood lays in a pool
These things that annoy us
Are met by avoidance
These things compound
Until I can't be unwound
I live in a world of contending intentions
It's a world of our own selfish invention
A world that burns bright
So I can't sleep
When day turns to night
I hear death creep
Seeking to take me from a life I never asked for
But I'm grateful to have
Life is about experimenting with opening doors
And I'm stuck in the lab
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 9:22 PM UTC
The front man does the singing
The drummer provides the beat
Then there is the lead guitarist
Still the band is incomplete.
There is a certain member
Who we often underrate
He's there in the background
The one who plays the bass
Sometimes he goes unnoticed
By the audience and the crowds
And can easily be forgotten
As the rest all play out loud
But he holds the band together
The band should all be proud.
If it wasn't for the bass player
They would be gone like a passing cloud.
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 12:54 PM UTC
should I be mad
or should I feel sad
it's difficult to explain your passion
when someone doesn't understand your actions
"it's just a hobby"
it's not something that necessarily makes me mad
it's the fact that someone actually has the guts
to underrate your passion
to say
"that's not actually what you're going to do for the rest of your life"
they don't know
you don't know
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 3:49 PM UTC
Red faced and wasted
I saw you naked
And fell in love
With your ancient body
Gone is the impulse to run
And all i can do now
Is to write simply
Lies and truth
Mixed together
Like oil and vinegar
We are fumigating
Our own bodies
Remove these carbon copies
And quietly daydream
About the faces of lost
Summer lovers
Fundraisers say goodbye
To yesterday's vacations
Just as we long to cry
We catch ourselves
Smiling for a moment
What do the turtles wish to communicate
Are we awake in our shells
Or have we fallen into the spell of limitation
Consternation and ************
Facts and figures receive their adulation
While we attract only tender triangulations
Please finish up your investigation
I blame you for instigating this comedy
A catalyst of abomination and dichotomy
Which followed me into retirement
Let's give banquets back to the government
And return to ancient lands
Devoted to camels and drunken apologies
It's apocryphal
Pornographic phantasmagoria
Fantastic fan-fictions
Describing sacredly sadistic rituals
Glorious duality
Radically alters our expectations
Yet manages to satisfy your frustrations
In dissimilar situations
We liberate our agitation and consternation
Over magazines and barnacles
We are more conspicuous
Than an empty gap in the sky
Made by two constellations
Taking a long vacation
Intrepid sailors raise their sails
And navigate by stars and compasses
Renaissance dancers are porous instigators
They initiate our imitations
We dream of political sovereignty
To remediate these tragedies
I breathe warfare and cleanse the air
Of apathetic non-negotiaters
Harboring criminals like butterflies
Sometimes the means do justify your eyes
Targets never argue
And bullets never lie
Finances and fiancées
Certainly have some value
Yet we underrate our skies
Miles of lost continents
Drift out from your skin
We begin an embargo
Hoping in the future we will win
Metaphysical furniture
Effects the state of mind you're in
The record players turned down
But you heat me up to begin
May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 4:05 PM UTC
Targets never argue
And bullets never lie
Finances and fiancées
Certainly have some value
Yet we underrate our skies
Miles of lost continents
Drift out from your skin
We begin an embargo
Hoping in the future we will win
Metaphysical furniture
Effects the state of mind you're in
The record player is turned down
Heat me up and we'll begin
May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 4:20 PM UTC
The err isn't that I
Bear while they imbibe
Maybe entitled defines
Me and this sovereignty
The err isn't that I
Most often decline
The offer
The wine
It's such a shame that I
Only sleep open eyed
Erroneously minimize you
Passively underrate
Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 9:51 PM UTC
The minimalism of
a bobby pin—only
holding what it
can—but no woman
will underrate its
steely arms.
Let me be a
bobby pin in
the hand of
God—holding
up the drooping
soul of a friend.
Small, but
usable—never
worthless, always
given purpose.
Apr 3, 2012
Apr 3, 2012 at 1:03 PM UTC
Love to you that love me
Love to you that hate me
Love to you that lift me up
Woe to you that underrate me
It's not my job to let you know
It's yours to pay attention
And sure as **** I'll let you go
For slowing my ascension
So climb with me, I'll help you up
And we won't climb alone
Or drag me down, I'll use your head
As a ******* stepping stone
-J NC
9-16
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 4:15 AM UTC
The struggle is futility
Patient people play the part
Of impartiality
The wiser are restraint
Castigated for their intelligence
Castrated by their class
A classless struggle we abide
Poor children barely manage
To survive and seldom thrive
Not given access to the tools
Of excellence
But we wield the sword of obsolescence
Antiquated ideas put on the same level as
Modern machines and moral philosophies
Broad language discarded for
The disinfected nature of stupidity
Our language is censored
And free thought is crippled
Thus to succeed we must
Write to their level of understanding
So they can understand it
Which means we do not expect grandness
From the masses
That we underrate what they are capable of
The papacy’s power is palatable but detrimental
The Popes presence sends his parishioners
In to servitude as they submit to the
Sublimation of their identity
Unable to identify the truth from the lie
Unable to separate the flock from the I
I become the villain
For stating these things
So I drop names like Darwin and Thomas Paine
I wear the scarlet letter of poet and philosopher
Of Supplicant to science, Of literate romantic
I the son of Percy Bysshe Shelley
The son of Twain and Poe
The Son of Shakespeare and Baudelaire
The son of logic and poetry
The lost ******* of peace, love, and understanding
I leave the eve of man’s ill behavior
To see the seething corps of corpses
Rise in ignorance strive for pestilence
With hopeful hate in their eye
To perpetuate the self-fulfilling prophecies
Of all types of apocalypses
But in the end it will be I that am despised
Thus if I must be hated then at least
Favor me with this tiny justice
Like Galileo, Giordano Bruno, and Copernicus
I will wear chains well earned
There is so much knowledge to be had
So learn, live, love and then learn some more
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC
They used to worship the Creator
Now they worship job creators
Because of their blind nature
And aggressive nomenclature
They sacrifice life and limb
Bringing all that is grim
Making the world dim
Not listening to Him
They won’t budge
While they judge
And hold a grudge
As they trudge
Behind whoever has the answers
Or can cure their cancer
Like a magic necromancer
Raising skeleton dancers
They’re sheep
They’re slaves
I’m not deep
I’m just saying
Their praying
Donkey braying
Causes slaying
Fish filleting
Christianity seems stupid
After they’ve used it
Which is ********
From a ghoul’s wit
Who can’t cool it
Becoming enslaved by anger
And afraid of strangers
Any threat of danger
Nullifies Jesus’ manger
The pious anoint them
The rich exploit them
I wish I could avoid them
Instead I just annoy them
They say the Bible is the greatest thing ever written
But I really love the song Subdivisions
Which they call derision
But Jesus said we would do greater works
Yet the mere idea of that hurts
So they act like jerks
When I tell them not to compare Hattori Hanzo swords
They formulate violent hateful hordes
Expelling anger they’ve stored
Towards me
Trying to set them free
From a more manipulative breed
Until I hate them
And underrate them
After they understated
Jesus’ compassion
I can’t see in their fashion
Building a fascist far right bastion
They scream
And yell
Their dream
A hell
I can’t tell
How they fell
Under the spell
Of a holy well
They’re lured
By a cure
And obscure
The truer
Who can make progress
But meet resistance
In holy offense
And insistence
We may need some distance
To make up this difference
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 5:31 PM UTC
We are mortal.
Therefore is it a Sin
to limit One's self
(moreover, others!)
based on mere social or ideological climates.
The purpose of this Life
is to realize One's potential.
What that is, however,
must be discovered first-hand.
Yes,
that is to say
One finds One's very own self
burdened with the miraculous gift and curse
of responsibility
to dream, wish, hope, manifest, and work to create
One's own Destiny
One's own Path
One's own Self.
Nary a coward be!
Express thy true Self always,
even if not directly.
Compromise nary a thing
found within thy Self.
It serves a purpose, as does everything.
It plays a role.
It is necessary
for thy journey to come to fruition.
That is to say
it is up to thee
to decide and create
thy own destiny. Fate.
That is, however, not to say
"compromise not with it,"
For that is healthy-
I dare say necessary.
Rather,
It is only to say
"be You,"
now
and always,
while You still can.
"Be yourself; everyone else is taken,"
or, so said Oscar Wilde.
One may venture yet further:
*"many of them are overrated.
Do not underrate yourself."*
Develop skills.
Meet people.
Experience.
Practice.
Respect.
Balance.
Ponder.
Create.
Laugh.
Listen.
Learn.
Speak.
Think.
Share.
Write.
Read.
Give.
Love.
Wait.
Live.
See.
Do.
Gain.
Grow.
Teach.
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 3:41 AM UTC
468 days till I'm out of this place
468 days till I graduate
468 days till I'm out of this space
468 days till I escape
This place that brought me rules to follow
This place that brought me expectations to exceed
This place that brought me wishes to fulfill
This place that brought me dreams to give up
This place that consistently tells me that I must act prim and proper
This place that consistently tells me that I must have perfect grades
This place that consistently tells me that I must be involved in activities
This place that consistently tells me that I must stand out
Stand out
Stand out but not in bad way
Let your voice be heard, but don’t speak too loud
Show your curves, but not too much because that degrades you
Be smart, but don’t be nerdy, dorky or quirky
This place that brought me tests every other week
This place that brought me heartaches and headaches
This place that brought me back stabs and betrayal
This place that brought me all nighters to makeup for my lazy group mates
This place that consistently tells me that I must not ***** up
This place that consistently tells me that I must not waste my time
This place that consistently tells me that I must not have too much fun
This place that consistently tells me that I must not have infatuations
Infatuation
Infatuation is just an observation with a cost
Love your friends but don’t get too close
Have hobbies but don’t waste too much time doing them instead of studying
Befriend everyone but not with any guys
This place that brought me tears
This place that brought me fears
This place that brought me cries
This place that brought me lies
But i might miss this
468 days till im going to miss this place
468 days till i graduate
468 days till i miss this space
468 days till i miss this place i underrate
This place that brought me inside jokes and goofy smiles
This place that brought me song lyrics and theater performances
This place that brought me fundraisers and field trips
This place that brought me late night conversations on calls
This place that constantly reassures me that I am not useless
This place that constantly reassures me that I am not what others define me as
This place that constantly reassures me that I am not unworthy of what i tried so hard to achieve
This place that constantly reassures me that I am doing well for someone who’s only seventeen
Seventeen
Seventeen might be too young
Too young but i know what i feel is real
All the nights talking about everything about nothing
The birthday gifts we shower each other with
This place that brought me happiness
This place that brought me those brown eyes and freckles on his smile
This place that brought me boys now we call ex
This place that brought me valuable lessons
This place that constantly reassures me that I don’t need man to be happy
This place that constantly reassures me that I am beautiful no matter what others think
This place that constantly reassures me that I will be alright
This place that constantly reassures me that I will be ready for when I leave
Leave
All we ever talk about is leaving
Run away, as far away from home
Can’t wait to get out, but soon I would look for every excuse to return
Just wanna run away but keep coming back to this place
This place
This place that brought me memories
This place that brought me laughter and joy
This place that brought me friends and love
No other place like this
Mar 19, 2020
Mar 19, 2020 at 11:49 AM UTC
What if I can see it, smell it, almost touch it,
That gilded throne where I will proudly sit,
Would people think me mad,
Is my ambition so preposterous and bad.
And why not me, have I not earned this crown,
Someone not worthy of that queenly gown,
Bejeweled and composed for all to see,
My vassals all around, bowing deep to me.
Naysayers bleat I'm just an empty ship,
With lights and streamers pretending to be hip,
Without a cargo or destination clear,
Sailing in circles relying on the wind to steer.
But if we're given to analogies, what if I were a Trojan horse,
With clear intent and undisputed course,
Where guile and purpose rule the day,
The aim to soundly win not merely one to play.
Demean and underrate me at your peril,
I can pivot between angel and pure devil,
While my laugh is designed to be disarming,
It masks a side of me considerably less charming.
Everything I've wanted I've achieved,
A trajectory few would have believed,
Do you think I'll stop at this last jump,
And in so doing fully flatten Trump?
Aug 24, 2024
Aug 24, 2024 at 3:39 PM UTC
I.
my friendship is yellow
my friendship is being your favorite color
II.
you are falling and you don’t realize until you hit the bottom and your fingernails have dirt underrate them from digging and digging because your skin has been white-hot burning for so long the air against your skin as you free fall felt like relief
III.
and i know i was alive once because i can still hear ocean waves crashing in my ears
IV.
flickering embers
distorted by ***** wine glasses
you aren’t here
but i’m starting to think you never were
V.
through the swaying leaves of almost-summer,
not yet humid but enough to wear your favorite green sandals,
enough where you are not yet care-free,
but you can almost taste it
like strawberry juices dripping down your chin
Feb 19, 2020
Feb 19, 2020 at 11:32 AM UTC
I don't know you before but we meet as a stranger because we need someone to share emotions and feelings... I call you stranger because I don't know you but we all make friends today and lose one tomorrow that's life so never underrate a stranger... Stranger is the best friend you will never forget because you will learn new things from a distance relationship
Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 6:31 AM UTC
The struggle is futility
Patient people play the part
Of impartiality
The wiser are restraint
Castigated for their intelligence
Castrated by their class
A classless struggle we abide
Poor children barely manage
To survive and seldom thrive
Not given access to the tools
Of excellence
But we wield the sword of obsolescence
Antiquated ideas put on the same level as
Modern machines and moral philosophies
Broad language discarded for
The disinfected nature of stupidity
Our language is censored
And free thought is crippled
Thus to succeed we must
Write to their level of understanding
So they can understand it
Which means we do not expect grandness
From the masses
That we underrate what they are capable of
The papacy’s power is palatable but detrimental
The Popes presence sends his parishioners
In to servitude as they submit to the
Sublimation of their identity
Unable to identify the truth from the lie
Unable to separate the flock from the I
I become the villain
For stating these things
So I drop names like Darwin and Thomas Paine
I wear the scarlet letter of poet and philosopher
Of Supplicant to science, Of literate romantic
I the son of Percy Bysshe Shelley
The son of Twain and Poe
The Son of Shakespeare and Baudelaire
The son of logic and poetry
The lost ******* of peace, love, and understanding
I leave the eve of man’s ill behavior
To see the seething corps of corpses
Rise in ignorance strive for pestilence
With hopeful hate in their eye
To perpetuate the self-fulfilling prophecies
Of all types of apocalypses
But in the end it will be I that am despised
Thus if I must be hated then at least
Favor me with this tiny justice
Like Galileo, Giordano Bruno, and Copernicus
I will wear chains well earned
There is so much knowledge to be had
So learn, live, love and then learn some more
Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 8:03 PM UTC
Impeached, indicted, discredited, expunged,
Forsaken and little short of being hanged,
Does the punishment truly fit the crime,
Inciting sedition and for that I need do time?
Are they crazy or simply deaf,
Do they think I work for UNICEF,,
A do-gooder, a kind hearted soul,
The kind of man to pigeonhole?
I'm a maverick, a crusader at heart,
The one to lead, feats to start,
I change the world it doesn't change me,
I push and I pull, won't let things just be.
So someone please tell me where I went wrong,
Was I not trusted to be valiant and strong,
To Shake the tree, purge that swamp,
On bureaucracy and waste simply stomp?
Build the country, cut to the chase,
Squash every foe, win every race,
And now what, have I've gone too far,
Plunging to earth like a falling star?
Give me a break, cut me some slack,
I did a great job, the country's on track,
Save for this Covid all would be fine
All other Presidents would I outshine.
Don't undervalue, don't underrate
I'm the one man you can't just abate,
Count me out at your peril, think I’ll retire,
For those that have crossed me, their future is dire.
Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 8:15 PM UTC
i lit one candle, then i lit two,
i lit another and I thought i was through,
but then a fourth popped up together with his brother,
then a sixth, and a seventh, and an eighth and another,
i said, "hello? are you a ninth light?
the menorah has eight, to light up the night,
where can i put you, where d'you fit in?"
said he, "i'm the servant, i'm the linchpin!
I'm the one who makes the others give light;
You won't hear about me, i keep out of sight,
down below, high above, i'm not of the eight,
but without me they're nothing, so don't underrate
the schlepper, the beadle, the one behind scenes,
we're the join in the seams to make life what it means.
Dec 30, 2024
Dec 30, 2024 at 6:37 AM UTC
I just wish i didn't have to
Convey emotions with words
Wish you'd feel those emotions raw
Like i did, so we get to the edge of the cliff
Hold hand's and jump off together
So it would be just us
Wish i didn't have to explain
How i feel about you, if you'd feel it like i did
Because words always underrate it.
I wish we could trek
Through unexplored galaxies in my mind
And the only shining star would be you
I wish we could sing melodies
My heart composes every night
And forgets by dawn
I wish you could just let me love you
For it's the only thing am so good at.
Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 3:11 PM UTC
“Comrade Bernie's in full swing
Arms flailing, fingers pointing,
Like a possessed puppet on a string
To his legions never disappointing.”
“We're a movement young and strong
Forward thinking, kind to all,
They call us mad but that's so wrong
Such a thought takes quite some gall”.
“We in turn look on bemused
The Stars and Stripes turning to the Sickle,
To put it mildly we're confused
Democrats floundering in a pickle.”
“Little do they understand
Momentum's on our side;
From our crusade we'll never bend
We march united like the tide.”
“Yet Trump's laughing with great glee
Re-election firmly in his sight,
Bernie's pitch a hollow plea
Republicans itching for the fight.”
“They may mock us, underrate
Wait and see, watch and learn;
Our revolution simply fate,
Love the man, feel the Bern.
Who is wrong and who is right
In this battle for our hearts,
One thing’s sure it will be tight
Once we get through all the barbs.
Feb 16, 2020
Feb 16, 2020 at 8:27 AM UTC
I planted the seed when I had nothing else to do.
It was a seed I received long ago from mom
with some tips as usual:
"This is a common seed which is very cheap
and easily available to anyone anywhere.
But do not underrate it because it is common.
Plant it whenever you find yourself helpless."
That is one reason I planted it in the last week of November
when my best friends started asking me
"How are you going to raise this huge amount
to run our programme?"
The seed sprouted in no time
and I forgot the woes of abandonment
when I saw the new leaves dancing with the wind
and the small flowers singing with the birds.
My ordinary days were slowly ripening into
ordeals of faith , hope and charity.
Hope was fluttering like the butterflies
And I wanted it to rest somewhere.
Then the sun started shining so brightly
and the blossoms started bringing fruits.
It was really miraculous.
I drenched it in the waters of Isaiah 45:2 at dawn
and applied the magic verse of Isaiah 60:11
before going to bed.
Now it is no secret in my neighbourhood
that I have in my garden a tree that bears money
and anybody can have the seed for free
provided they plant it in their own land.
If you have not guessed the name of the tree yet,
I shall give you a clue:
The first letter is F.......... and the last is ..........H.
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 1:24 PM UTC
I wake up in the morning
To thunderclouds forming
Afraid of future storming
I live my life forlornly
My life is like whiskey in the jar
It doesn’t have to go very far
To be turned into ****
After the mark I miss
It’s the dark I kiss
I’m Mister Useless
With a blistered bruised wrist
Getting slapped with a ruler by the ruler
Which is an anger fueler
So I don’t want another
Which is why I can’t find a lover
I’m trash
I’m garbage
I’m collapsed
And tarnished
Today was a day
But I threw it all away
Like a bullet in the fray
I feel the fullest when I stray
So I cram my gullet with dismay
It’s undeniable
That I’m unreliable
My company isn’t viable
So I lay in a silent hole
While I’m sleeping
The reaper is reaping
And the keeper is keeping
Happiness from those weeping
I didn’t learn anything new
After I learned to lose
And blame the Jews
As my bigotry grew
I accepted easy answers
About those I don’t like
I say they’re sinful cancer
And I’m always right
I become extremely hateful
Yet expect people to like me
When I’m constantly distasteful
They just want to fight me
Which I say is beneath me
Because victory is unlikely
I’d probably catch a beating
From God trying to smite me
All I want is sympathy
Not to see things differently
Because no one interests me
Because I’m never listening
I live my life in a crate
So they must carry my weight
So I can carry my hate
While I constantly deflate
And underrate
Anything great
I feel so lonely
Won’t someone hold me
While I treat them coldly?
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 3:05 PM UTC