"vaccuum" poems
Vaccuum-sealed sorrow
Cancer's curse
I wait for tomorrow
Hope it doesn't get worse
A parasite to the soul
No one has control
They let the poison in
But the tumor grows ag'in
Until they finally cease
Like a dog with fleas
Treatment is over
Nothing left to do
Except wait
Wait until the parasite consumes you
Eats you whole
There's nothing left
The mare leaves her foal
Nov 17, 2012
Nov 17, 2012 at 2:28 AM UTC
i want to be
your paper shooting-target
i will absorb every bullet you spit at me
and i will drift back to you
as you press a button
i want to be
your ant eater
your vaccuum cleaner
your band leader
i want to be
your Derek Jeter
you are a mansion,
i am your humble groundskeeper
Nov 2, 2011
Nov 2, 2011 at 1:06 PM UTC
last night
i slept on the ground
under my house
and used a vaccuum cleaner
as a pillow
i was wearing
roller skates
Dec 14, 2011
Dec 14, 2011 at 11:44 PM UTC
if it were a vaccuum,
i'd tell you to feed it things
-pennnies
-buttons
-engagement rings
if it were a bird,
i'd say to clip its' wings
-scissors
-tendons
-muscle strings
if it were a pull-out couch,
i'd ask to pull out its' springs
-bare hands
-cold metal
-chorus sings
if it were a bumblebee
i'd tell you that it stings
Oct 6, 2011
Oct 6, 2011 at 12:03 PM UTC
I once sold a hair straightener to a woman going through keemo
I once sold a a weight loss supplement to a girl struggling with anoerexia.
I once sold female libido enhancers to a forty year old man.
Sold a car to a Parapalegic
Sold a telephone to a deff woman.
I once sold a child an imaginary friend.
And a Vaccuum for their sandbox.
I once sold a soul to a telemarketing company.
They paid me in biweekly installments.
And they got a hell of a deal.
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 1:05 AM UTC
The phases of matter all turn into one
When her lips touch mine
It burns like a thousand supernovas
And freezes like the vaccuum of space
The stars spill bright light through the invisble river
That holds no air in the darkness
The cheek of her face brushing mine
Fills me with the feeling
Of my heart when I see crescent moons
I can't wait to float away
Into the bright swirling stars
In the distance
With nobody but you
And maybe when we do that
We'll feel the stars pull us back
Like on starships
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 1:10 PM UTC
I have no one anymore
Who are you
Question my insanity
I dare you
Talk to me like a memory
Like you used to
Tell me I'm nothing
Without you
I have nothing anymore
What is that
It's not mine, you bought it
Take it back
While your at it, take this broken mind too
The only reason it's destroyed is because of you
I am no one anymore
Who am I
Like a plane that leaves a streak across the sky
There is proof I was there
But it will fade
That quickly, in your mind, I'll disintegrate
Blow away
Crumble
With no trace
Who am I to leave my mark
Upon this place
There are no words anymore
What's that sound
When the air suddenly
Rushes out
Like a vaccuum
A black hole straight through my heart
What's the right thing to say
When you're ripped apart
I have no one anymore
Who are you
Question my insanity
I dare you
Talk to me like a memory
Like you used to
Tell me I am nothing
Without you
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 4:16 AM UTC
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Tunnels of crimson, splits the vision
as passion cruises through misty time,
the journey of the mage, passing through
the portals of seconds, the doors of millennia.
To encounter the turbulence, feel the butterflies
that threaten ill and ***** up minutes.
Chronology moves in pan-dimensions,
tempered to conformity, trapped in a clock.
The guardian of day and night, corrupted.
At journeys end, a travellers rest
parades upstanding to purvey its solace,
beckoning the beacon to sally forth.
Light space, occupied with vaccuum stars.
A macrocosm of possibilities, caves of wonder,
sends the horizon to eclipse blue moons.
In contrast, green symbols of pure abandon
triumph in ancient games of catching mist.
And the bed of Truth, a complete Lie fact.
© Pagan Paul (2016/2017)
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 4:57 PM UTC
After a while
it tastes like sweetwater,
and I can bumble through a bar crowd
with haletosis.
The heartless jest
is this,
I call you
and call you
and call you.
This is the heartless jest,
and in the pantheon
of the heart,
I am minor Hermes
ferrying messages of love
across the brutal galaxies
to a lover
that will never hear me
in the suffocation of nebulas.
The nebulas where i was reborn
and died in an instant
of fire so rapid
that it could break a pulsar
in two.
I have found the vaccuum of space
to be comforting,
it hugs me with a feirceness
that I have never known
and a love for my oxygen
that is downright flattering.
Mar 13, 2012
Mar 13, 2012 at 11:44 PM UTC
there are
three states of matter.
three
states
of Becky
solid.
i am sturdy. i am
for the rare times in my life
responsible
respectable
hard
to crack
but if you do
I am like glass
i shatter
it takes a long time
to fix myself
I crumple
I realize
though I thought I was
indestructable
one short fall
on to the
rock
bottom
and I am
everywhere
a mess
a pain
to clean up
I promise
even if you vaccuum
I will still stab you
in the sole
of your soft
foot
when you are least
expecting me
turn the heat up.
I am liquid.
emotions
freely
move about within me
they are
controlling
my decisions
controlling my life.
I am
liquid
most of the time.
you cannot
break me
for I am already broken
into
tiny
molecules
of who I am.
I float
along
in my
state of being
rising
with the temperature.
who I am
makes me angry
it bubbles up
inside of me
popping
splashing
singing
hurting those around me
dont
get close.
dont
show me your skin.
your real self.
I will burn you
when I boil
I will hurt you
stay
away
even though
I ask you
not to leave
my gasseous state
is nothing at all
numbness
i feel
less
than air.
less
than anything
that exists
at all.
I drift
through life
but I have no weight
no passion
nothing
just
a reminder of what I was
who I am
the people I've burned.
the scars i have left
hold more of
who I truly am
than the me that
is myself
in this state.
the smell
is the worst
potent
dank
lingering
long after
I have begun to form the moisture
on your upper lip
you will lick me off
swallow me
please
don't wipe me away
let me
inside of you
I won't hurt
you
anymore
I promise
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 7:52 AM UTC
I see you, yeah!, you,
Ya *******
Leave him alone, take me instead!,
**** you and your vaccuum,
I'm done, take me instead, He's got so much more to give.
Standing there, hiding, in the shadows,
Cowardly *******
Leave him alone!!
Take me, take me!
Oct 9, 2010
Oct 9, 2010 at 3:23 AM UTC
The not-quite-last-minute
Can't-won't-can't-can't-can't-absolutely-not
Turn away walk away driveway exit slow down blow kiss
She breathes on a bed
Inhales exhales
Invisible cigarette
Pink hair astray
Understands so much, too much
Eyes send fantasy and receives fact
Fact doesn't change, fact is solid, is Earth, is stable, loyal, disciplined
She nods and smiles too widely
Blushes with physical vulnerability
Mind detached, the doctor is in
Observation purposes only
This is a test
This is only a test
She turns it all around in that bright-side way she does
Some kind of odd redemption
The most perfect awkward closure
Goodbye
We've ****** the whole thing dry
The last tension black hole intensity anti-gravity
Astrally-inclined fly away now out-of-body-experience
Separate space from time
Follow me down to the cellar door
Open, something inside, the last ghost
Makes no noise as it drowns in the vaccuum
Closing, locking, throwing away the skeleton key
Nothing to open left, no more surprises, no more last kisses
This is the most something of a nothing
It speaks its silence in itself.
Jun 12, 2010
Jun 12, 2010 at 1:57 AM UTC
The drunken dance of our war torn hearts are just the echo of a better time in my shattered mind....
The laughter of the peak of hapiness is just a cruel mask to temporary solitude...
Bring me back to my home or at least the castle in memories and stay safe in my arrogant tower...
Let your pedastal stand in hoarded surroundings so my clutter looks up to something...
Ill pull myself together and break the spell of shattered dreams only to make the moment seem beautiful....
But dont look back or the five oclock shadow of a broken man will engulf the joy i see in your eyes....
I disappear into the nothingness created by my wisdom to let her be free....
And as i watch her leave she takes the last breath of pure air in my vaccuum of heartache...
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 3:56 AM UTC
Can I just say
***** you for alwasy leaving me
to question things?
To wonder what the heck will come of you and me?
What in Hell
made you think it was okay
to treat me like I was just a game
a fragile heart created for your play?
***** you
for leaving me blaming myself
***** you
for leaving me to worsen my own health.
And I know it's unfair for me to blame you.
You were young too
and I know you didn't know what on earth to do
about the days that my heart was soaking more in black than blue.
But I think that it was you
that handed me the dye.
You brought back the hate
and allowed me paint
the black abyss
in which
I sunk deeper
with all your lies.
And you try to come back
just when I've creawled out
like a slap
to the face,
a silent shout
into the void,
the abyss, a vaccuum
muting all noise.
And thank goodness for that.
the silence
because you can't take back
all of your lies
and I can't take
any more of your bull
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 8:25 PM UTC
There are people to miss, we've seen so much.
It's all behind us now.
Everything. A memory.
A branding of chemicals in our cerebrum.
Every millisecond of our so-called existence.
Every heart beat.
It's but a principal of physics.
Maybe nothing more than that?
No?
It's all just it our heads.
We're all just in our heads.
Our heads are in our heads.
Our heads are a myth.
Everything made up by our heads is a myth.
Nothing more,
Nothing.
But what we refer to as,
The big vaccuum.
Jan 30, 2017
Jan 30, 2017 at 10:19 PM UTC
I know that for sure.
Shall those moments not repeat,
Tilling the land of youth for maturity,
Irrigating the seeds with my love,
Lowered my voice in tensed times,
Lost in your dreams my mornings be.
Lost in these dreams,
Of your plain youth,
Violent violet hues pull,
Encumbering memories.
Yeoman of youth I had been,
Ousting the blues away from
Underneath the carpet of lies.
Bringing up the zombies of stale issues,
Until all of my sanity just vanished,
Trounced & trampled upon my heart.
In this digital ink my heart bled.
Wuthering away my own youth,
In return of momentary pleasures,
Loving yourself via me you were,
Luck has never been kind to me.
Awake I am in your memories,
Loving all the dreams I get,
Wherein I only see you,
Away from the world,
You actually live in,
So prone to negativity.
Righting your wrong I was,
Enchanted by your youth,
Mine was nothing ever,
All was just yours,
In the night too,
Not just in the day.
Lightheaded I always am,
Onto the ground I might fall,
Not poised to die in the deluge,
Ever I will be made to suffer,
Losing next battle of life,
Years are limited for me.
Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 6:37 AM UTC
The galaxy,
the center
The life of the space that we occupy
The eye of the life of the space that we occupy
The center of the eye of the life of the space we occupy
Who's there?
What's there?
How's there?
When?
What lies at the center?
Who's the apple to the galaxy's eye?
Is it the Sun?
The son of the sun?
The Son?
What's at the center of the space that we occupy?
What's the life of the space that we occupy?
Where's the carrot?
What's the apple?
Fruits of the space vaccuum.
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 12:43 PM UTC
I felt strange and broken
Hollow, to say the least
Of this, I hadn't spoken
I let void increase.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 10:10 PM UTC
My only One
I stand before you
Open
Heart laid bare
I can no longer think of love
Or lovely things
Without the ache of missing you
I did not comprehend the depth of my mistake
As each day became the next
I woke
Slowly
As if from some dream
In the quiet space between thoughts
I live in a vaccuum
****** into silence
I would spend my life apologizing if I could see you one more time
To see the light of love reflected in your eyes
To brush my lips upon your lips: to feel complete.
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 5:26 PM UTC
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It builds over time,
weeks and months go by,
the wave rising higher.
That urge to run run away.
To leave all behind and flee
from what is to come,
from what cannot be controlled
from the darkness
that threatens to overwhelm,
and drown the unstable stability
of exiting this time and space.
The necessity for escape
growing from a panicked seed
shivering in the mind,
unaware of the root of danger,
yet perceiving something.
Something that is really there
but intangible in mist,
waiting in the shadows to consume
the logical and the rational,
promoting the need to withdraw,
to isolate with stark completion in chaos.
If you cannot see the sense in senseless
then you are missing the point.
But when the point of reference shifts
then the less sense the sense makes.
Disassociation and detachment occur
driving before them a storm surge
of discord and confusion,
crashing through the thoughts of order,
losing perspective to a dark aftermath.
Trapped within a nervous disposition,
an out of kilter anxiety
and gambolling out of control
towards a stillness of vaccuum.
And then implosion.
The big bang on time lapse in reverse
as self- absorption takes hold
and the isolation task is completed,
pleasing greatly that urge to run run away.
© Pagan Paul (07/04/20)
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 3:36 PM UTC
I want it gone. All of it.
I start to clean.
I remove all the dust
that makes me sneeze,
I remove the smudges
on the mirror
that have been bothering me.
It's still
too
messy,
I walk around.
Picking up clothes,
arranging books.
I'm suffocating,
I need some air.
I open my window,
light a candle
that smells
of happiness.
Vaccuum the floor,
throw away nonsense
that has been laying on my desk
for a while.
I want all of it gone.
I calm down,
I recognize it again.
I can be again.
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 11:33 AM UTC