"upperhand" poems
don't pity me
for my misfortune
nor question my
happy boredom
you need not understand
my joy at your upperhand
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 4:35 PM UTC
He's here
He's there
He's following me
and hes following you
but i
i have the upperhand
i can see him
feel him
and hear him
i hear his thots
his prayers
he talks to me
telling you
things im not thinking
things he wants you to hear
but has no way of reaching
until now
he has me
to do his bidding
listen to his evil thots
telling everyone how he feels
a secret
my seret
but his has been told
mine has yet to unfold
Jan 16, 2012
Jan 16, 2012 at 3:21 PM UTC
Listen to your heart
I know you hear me.
The touch of my lips, will always be there, like you are right near me, even though you can't feel it, believe it. Cause the way they make love, not many can't achieve it. Minds of thier own, doing as they please. ******* on your lips, loving how you tease. Know your spots like the back of my hand, not playing fair, trying to gain the upperhand, having my way with you, now you are starting to understand. Kissing on your bottom lips, in the same context, we basically having *** in these stanzs. On our course to *********** trying to be the bigger man, and we know what's next, read the directions in the text; A Hot shower after our bubble bath, then repeat after having more ***
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 1:53 AM UTC
when you pull away
I hope you breathe
in fertile space
birthing trueyou
however I know
your patterns now:
when it gets hard, you
often coat confusion
rage and anguish
in diversion skin
grabbing angels
(or lost souls)
obscuring view
I may be obtuse
but you upperhand
with blinders
though I like to think
you're going full lotus
you may just be
escapist frolicking
in the park
do what you got to
open all the doors
that beckon you
I did
and will
(when the U co-signs)
their insides brim
invitations to
lessons or
blissings
walk with honor
next to them
just don't forget
the who you knew
beyond skin
the one you love and resist
for the same reason
prismatic eyeing
searing through
Grade A hiding
new school gypsy
alpha span omega
altared fēniks uprising
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 8:45 PM UTC
Average.
A statistic.
A normal percent of a population.
Nothing great...
Just average.
Typical
Common
Ordinary.
Nothing special.
How can one overcome normal when being average is out of our control?
Hmm...
Being average is harder than one could predict.
Clawing one's way to the top only to realize that the top is only slightly above average and the true top would be classified next to the great minds of einstein and issac newton, of course.
Every one of the population considered average either accepts their fate or decides they could be better.
An even smaller amount of those average people have the courage and strength to hope there might be something...
Special about them and without even trying there could be something likeable and charming about them. Maybe.
A typical kind of person
Could grow tired of always flowing with the crowd and one day
Change direction...
Who knows?
Maybe just maybe we'd find on a different path a place where home can be felt by the presence of a stranger and love could grow on trees and in the spring, bloom. Maybe.
Maybe average is harder than people realize.
Every one trying to stand out just a little bit and succeed!
Show the world who they are
What they can be and
How they will break everyones old expectations !
And maybe once be special..
Being average is hard work.
Sure, you had to work your way up to being above average and intelligent but you were born with that genetic upperhand of being smarter than everyone else, ya know.
And i mean the people who are below average harbor doubt in themselves and usually come to term with the fact they can do no better.
But the people who are average.
The people who are average just
Ache
To be special for one moment
And in that one moment they need
To find the one person
Who could make them feel special all their life.
These are the thoughts of a hindered mind.
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 10:31 PM UTC
You come across sincere to some.
And real to others.
When all you are is an actor of pretense.
For as soon as they turn their back.
You're talking about them.
You're like an informant.
Working to get an upperhand.
And once the information is received.
You advise others of the contents.
Which only benefit you.
Cause you an actor of pretense.
You could win an Oscar.
A Tony.
And a Emmy award.
Cause you know ways to put on a false face.
And fool many of us.
Be honest.
Be true.
Cause you can get sources of info to suit you.
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 8:10 AM UTC
Drown me
as I have sinned
for stealing your heart
Prisoner
I held you captive
those chocolate eyes
Your hand in mine
I mislead
into your heart
You have the upperhand
Pulling me by my strings
grabbing the keys
I beg you not
The chains now broken
you just walk away
Darkness
I'm left alone
My heart a prison
- SkullsNBones
Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 6:21 PM UTC
I dream of having you as mine
I dream of claiming your lips under light
I dream of having each touch of yours
I dream of searing the memory of you in my mind
I dream of having spent a day with only you
I dream of creating a life with you
But these dreams are mine
And these dreams are fictional
They will not come true
You will not be mine
I will not have you
And life as I know it
Will always have the upperhand
I will be deprived of your touch
Starved of your taste
Blinded by the sight of nothingness
And I will shed tears like no other
As they rip you from my soul
Just so they can feel the anguish
The pain
The darkness
The loneliness
And the suffering
That only comes from living in a world
Devoid of you
Devoid of your smile
Devoid of your laugh
Devoid of your warmth
Devoid of your heartbeat
And as you die
I will die
As will I live
And only spend my days
All my remaining hours
Loving you
And only you
For the ****** only have that
The ****** have nothing else
But the love they once had
And the memories that they keep
But eventually
That will be forgotten
The emotions will run dry
And I would have spent an eternity
In absolute nothingness
Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 4:24 PM UTC
You have no idea what it's like
Seeing life as a power struggle
The imaginary scoreboard in your mind
Created not by your choice
Yet so engrained that it becomes a reality
Comparing yourself to everyone and everything
Making sure you always have the upperhand
It's sickening.
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 12:11 AM UTC
I still love you even though you dropped out of school
because your taste in music and the way you make everything feel like spring
outweighs any doubts I might have.
I still have a pair of your Hanes in my dresser drawer where I stored
you away for so long as well.
You have the upperhand.
You still have every bit of
emotional pain I've channeled into you over
the past year.
I still stuck by you through the neglect and ignorance, you still loved me
despite all the doors I broke off the hinges.
You saw through
all the anxiety attacks and outrages.
You survived me, you conquered me with love.
They say, it's just a phase,
just a phase.
But I could never walk away.
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC
When all is said and done did it ever even matter?
Did it matter that you had the upperhand,
Did it matter that you were my first and i your fourth,
Did it matter that i was the first girl you loved,
Did it matter that i couldn't breathe,
Did it matter that i made a mistake,
Does it matter that i still love you?
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 8:26 PM UTC
when i was young
i knew love.....
then i lost it
left it on southbound train
thinking
it, he would relent,
from the stubborn position
he, it had talked himself,
itself into, but that did not
happen...
i tried to find love,
i waited for his return
i asked for it
at the lost and found window
but nothing came of that
perhaps,
i should not
have been so adamant,
so stubborn in my views...
perhaps, we both should
of tried to understand
the meaning of love...
instead of insisting
that love was a
bargaining chip
with which we would
have the upperhand...
i lost a friend.... one with whom, i went through the machinations of making love....without understanding the creation
of relationship....is more than the pressing of skin...
left them
on a south bound train.. my
youthful arrogance....
and demands bound them
to the seat...
i never knew love...
i did not understand...
i now stand often,
on the platform of the
station....and wonder....
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 3:29 AM UTC
The universe sparkles and twinkles and sprinkles its life
Onto people with bad memories and people who are only trying to survive
When I was 10 i've always lived under the upperhand
Now 6 years later he acts as if he's Mother Theresa and i'm the ******* basket case who isn't willing to understand
He bears with him respect as he leaves a father that his respect had no room for
And leaves a sister that was suffering from a heart so sore
And she loves to sit and she loves to ponder
About what she's alive for and she wonders
Perhaps maybe the universe forgot about her
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC
This planet is gone
RIOT...
RIOT...
It's all we see
The begining of the end
Purge?
BOOM...
BOOM...
It's all we hear
The smell of war
Never ending like space and time
Children of war
Must rise and destroy this broken system
We need change
But can't cause technology has the upperhand
We are pawns to this silly game of chess
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 10:04 PM UTC
Dare do I speak my mind
There is no mask to hide behind.
Part I
I have courage in my potential
Though the times you gave up on me were
Sequential enough for me to stop believing
You are the man I believe in.
You are the man who craves perfection
Though what changes from day to day is its definition;
Your values are skewed and it’s safe to assume,
That I could never truly do right by you,
Unless I learn how to paint the sky
In the hue that suits your mood;
Unless I can devote my time to you
But only on your schedule.
Only you have the upperhand
In every conversation- I can’t stand
That I can’t speak my own, you speak for me.
Every time you pause, I’m interrupting.
Every word I speak is another excuse
You see, I could never truly do right by you.
Or at least that’s how I feel.
It’s hard to know what’s real.
I do not owe you my existence,
And pardon me if I show resistance,
My feelings can come off pretentious-
I am not licentious!
I am not any of the names you spit at me
You claim respect and honor,
But throw respect out the window when it comes to your daughter,
To your daughter who loves you;
Who cleans you and bathes you.
At the drop of a pin when the date is past due,
When a clock has struck midnight
There’s nothing left to say.
Only one question, why treat me this way?
The love you lend is hard to give
Your pride is a house which I cannot live
If my love does better on the outside
To protect my heart I won’t come in.
You can raise your knife and prepare for a slaughter
But please put the knife down,
I am your daughter.
May 1, 2019
May 1, 2019 at 8:36 PM UTC
/*freedom of speech is a misnomer compound for: "understsnding" the english sense of humour... your granny has alzheimer's... so... um... where's the slothful ha ha? ah... overstretched the mark... oh well... to late... too zone 2, too Wanstead... and a bit of ******** in between, too.*
western society believes
in a freedom of speech,
as long as it has the upperhand
on telling a joke...
but even in England,
American "jokes"
are deemed as crass artefacts
of rekindling
the revitalisation of
frontier break-necks...
have your freedom of speech
England...
but in all honesty...
i simply can't digest your sense
of humour as easily as you might
think i might...
well... perfect ratio;
for every great eureka
there's an even greater: oops.
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 9:56 PM UTC
I hated games.
But someone pushed me to it.
Now you have the upperhand.
Give me a couple of space, and I'll make sure I'll win this race.
Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 11:41 AM UTC