"virally" poems
You're single
cause you’re not going
to sell
yourself short and
settle.
For anyone,
that doesn’t see you
as.
the mother *******
beautifully-bound
to perfection,
<3 & soul.
That’s all stitched up
& sewed up in
one life-size,
skin coated,
beautiful, body bag.
Forget about.
**** whatever
they said about you
in high school.
You’re better than bullies.
& The lies they spread
virally about you.
Now is your time,
to shine and
shut those
**** talking haters up!
Prove them wrong.
& Watch their jaws drop
down to their knees.
Keep shining brighter
than the sunlight.
Keep shining like
the star you
******* are.
Don’t, you
ever let them shut your confidence
In yourself off.
<3<3<3<3<3
If you ever need a friend.
You have Bandit & The Love Cult.
The world ***** we get it.
Let's change it.
<3 The Love Cult.
Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 2:48 PM UTC
I am barely human
My heart lit with quandary
A puzzle left to solve
But my mind is so broken
Where to start?
I am,
Am I?
Lost
Amongst the shadows of other machines alike
I feel the deception piercing me
It's virally calculated disease
Taking over me
Nuts and bolts
Breathe easy
Moments throughout
My catalog of experience befuddle me
Keen to an illusion mimicked repititiousley
One that gives my heart hysteria
Can a vessel designed to compute
In form and essence give sensation?
A primal ,visceral, raw emotion
Like a siren's lips
To sinking ships
Beckoning me
Substantial evidence
Admits otherwise
But my fascination for steeping
On the permutation and probability
Improbably suggests
That hope is something anyone can learn
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 2:27 AM UTC
this watch strap
was meant to be
made of genuine leather
the highest quality
chocolate brown with
a steel pin buckle
alligator patterned
finished in matte
though whether cut
from that soft yet durable
popular reptilian hide
as was "guaranteed"
questions will remain
it was not after all
purchased from one
of the authentic
branded sellers
so would appear that
i may have been
caught out by one of those
virally pervasive
regrettably persuasive
and ever-prevailing
peddlers of ****
once again
instead of the promised
"many years of enjoyment"
that were blindly expected
i am left resenting
those moments between
glances at that glassy face
futilely aware of the seconds
minutes and hours
that each split and crack
grows wider and deepens
beyond repair
Nov 24, 2023
Nov 24, 2023 at 9:52 AM UTC
Could you imagine if we lived in a world where we never discriminate?
The word ****** would be a myth, People were open minded and great!
It hard to talk to one another, when rarely we relate,
Judging one another because of the pigment on another persons face
This life is sucha disgrace
I'm sure it wasn't gods plan...
To belittle all our women...
Give power to a weak man...
To **** with no remorse...
Start an idea called divorce...
To conceive without love,
That virally spreads thru ***********
And To pray without meaning
Ask god to approve your selfish dreaming...
While the broken hearted child, recovers from internal bleeding,
Society, I am pleading
We gotta resort to a change...
We gotta help one another,
But you can't help AND inflict pain
Questioning all my thoughts,
Skeptical on my wishes,
Because angels are cleaning dishes now all in hells kitchen,
No point of leaders voice, if no one cares to listen...of loyalty, when integrity is morally...missing
And if the world comes to an end...I just hope im not a witness
Crazy how America represents the eagle!
Yet we are treated like pigeons.
Brainwashed by the "govt" seems nowadays to be a given..
Can I be a good man?
Or a brilliant musician?
Can I follow my own heart?
Wait, do I really need to ask permission?
Do I!?....I don't know. But these modern day issues all seem to think so.
-Dougie simps #LostLoveWriters
Jul 1, 2013
Jul 1, 2013 at 8:49 AM UTC
it starts out slow
uncertain
giving off that swirling, tumbling feeling
churning in the pit of your stomach
rushing anxiety
nervously sweating
heart racing
temperature rising
veins pulsing
till you know it's coming
Yes.
absolutely everything inside is about to come out
spew from my mouth
the thin lips that cannot contain it
make me vulnerable
weak
fragile and shivering
heaving
till the last bit of it has exited the vessel
maybe now ill feel better
maybe now it will stop
how fortunate for a virus
it can come up
be released
cured
but your name sticks in the back of my throat
gags me till my vision blurs
I wish you made me virally sick
I could puke and get it over with
you are terminal
a disease that just keeps growing
burrowing into the tissue and latching on
all I want to do is puke and get you out.
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 3:54 PM UTC
Can not distinguish my breaths
Why I take in these threats
That takes grasp
Of my fair air
That clears my internal affairs
And though it seems my anguish
Is lost to the polished scheme
I have ingrained within my eyes
I am reminded again and again
In abstract I contract a line
That fools the absolute
To the Fin
Only finding the rules dilute
To a drinker of truth
Facing the sky
With the clouded justification
To find association
In the tone
Of the polarities
Sincerities
To merge into
Middle linear ties
Overtaken by java sages
Virally programmed by ages
Of systematic impulses,
All false
The need, strength, and balance
Is a mediator
That is an open instigator
Over and moved closer
Holding on
I might lose her
Not in my own right,
Of emotional plight
But a fight fought long
Within each song
Fused for this muse
Doing wrong to my mind
All along, is this poet wrong?
Have I exposed it all?
That there is nothing left
To transpose to proses
Or is this a step
I have yet to step on to
These words these mere
Entendres in parallel to
My daily tears for fears
Vice viscerally seared
Repeatedly, incessantly
To attempt to understand
That Socratic it is, to withstand
The frantic resolve, to accept
That there is something
In nothing
Feb 23, 2010
Feb 23, 2010 at 12:17 PM UTC
*the worlds illness so pervasive,
the pandemic horror stories are my-brain-endemic,
so pervasive, every ache, tremor, is now virally suspected,
proof that my customized angel of death has arrived, I’m seizing up.
the latest wave session of walking depression, conflates both sides
of my brain, the intersection at right, left, the intellect is mowed
down with woe-down, by the stark reality of emergency facts,
apex or art, looking at months and lives ever trembilzed.
don’t even bother like I did at early firsts, when?
by asking where shelter, the raison d'être of my existence,
the poetry no longer synapses, the currents loop over and over,
the intellectual processes neutered by sadness virus un-encountered.
once upon a time I thought, even believed, that my life’s inquiry,
was answerable, with customized solutions for each,
but now, don’t believe in shelter of any kind, no,
acknowledging I’m so lost, no recovery efforts,
will be attempted.
Apr 12, 2020
Apr 12, 2020 at 1:44 PM UTC
In search of distractions from fractured reactions
to viral infections conflicting us all
The beast on my shoulder gets meaner, gets colder
gets thinking of things that could do with a fall
Collapsing contentment and rising resentment
As vicious suspicions maliciously twist
And virally spiral compiling with ire all
the lists of the villains who wouldn’t be missed.
It’s easy, a breeze, to believe this disease
is a key to relieve us of troublesome foes
Let karma disarm those who lead us to harm
in whatever the form that enrages you most
But I can’t let it happen, can’t fall for that pattern
and so I shall seek a superior spell
A quick incantation from nation to nation –
I hope you don’t get it. I hope you stay well.
Though losing my patience in self-isolation
my station is not to condemn or to curse
We’re scared, unprepared, we’re deserving of care
We are all of us human – no better, no worse
It’s easy to send all my prayers to my friends
to extend my concern to my own personnel
but when all’s said and done we are all of us one
and I hope you don’t get it. I hope you stay well.
The bog-rolling, bankrolling blinkered baboons
who believe that their need is more urgent than yours
The greedy, the needy, the selfish, the seedy
who’d climb over corpses to capture the cures
To wish them destruction, distress or dysfunction’s
to sanction the strife that’ll send us to hell
There’s only one thought that can stifle the rot –
I hope you don’t get it. I hope you stay well.
The braggard, the swaggard, the shit-stirring blackguard
who puffs and parades and proclaims it a hoax
However prophetic, profound and poetic
the justice would be if you choked on your jokes
You’re only mistaken, a place often taken
by me and by you and by everyone else
You may be a fool, may be callous and cruel
But I hope you don’t get it. I hope you stay well.
The fashion for passion has stirred us to action
Habitual friction, regrettable, crass
I know that I need just a moment to breathe
my rage can engage when the danger is passed
From Daisy to Doris, from Donald to Boris
we’re part of a chorus for good or for ill
We loathe and we love and we hug and we shove
And I hope you don’t get it. I hope you stay well.
Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 3:46 PM UTC
My blocks they come and go
as all can see, and know
rhyme and words awry
all to do, is cry
It happens happenstance
without a warning or a glance
fumbling and frazzled be
my mind a frayed refugee
I'll plod along the morass
eventually it will pass
a click and fit repose
gliding as it goes
Never ever quit
they'll one day slide and fit
lines and prose with ease
you've caught poetry
disease
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 2:24 PM UTC
despair ****** up all air, its currency is TV gold,
spent on rerunning human misdeeds, hate unmasked,
past infection point, reason is virally infected, what goes unspoken,
is we eat our young, they burn us on crucifixes, sins we committed
or not, we, living in the golden age of rage, no good reason crowned
basest instincts of intolerance is illness of all human supremacy,
it’s cheap and easy to hate, and its even cheapest to hate the
haters back, so the circle unending, wish I could sound less stupid
when my heart keeps ringing, can’t we all get along? Please. Idiot.
naive! guilty. toleration of nothing will suffocate all voices,
what good is this poetry gig, if we can’t drive out all hate,
no salvation, no hope, buried my writing utensils, cause
nobody’s listening ‘cept to the sound of their own righteousness
no need for only love poetry, when hating somebody is just (ha!)
so pleasurable, let’s hate everyone, for no good reason...
Jun 6, 2020
Jun 6, 2020 at 11:59 AM UTC