"visualizing" poems
There’s a pain in my heart
that’s slowly tearing me apart
because I saw what they did to you.
Visualizing your pain
the agony you went through
I too
am now
suffering.
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 11:25 PM UTC
she asks at last,
is this one for me
“of course it is,
was waiting for visualizing
the Oh,
when I heard
you stumbled into it”
she then confesses,
she has
a “tendency to stumble”
without an explanation
her answer is in her manner subtle,
that instantly invigorates,
so decidedly her style,
her answer,
raising more questions,
defeating the illusion of
anybody masculine overconfidence of the challenger
she puts the ”oy” in coy,
deflating my upper-handed attitude,
with an answer tantalizing and hinting,
so simple, it explains everything
and nothing
it seems that when she stumbles,
it’s me that actually,
“all fall down”
ah woman,
when you best me,
it brings forth the best
and adds an
“a”
in this poetic beast,
two play fighting cubs nipping
each other. the in us gaming
in this wordplay game,
so exciting,
her subtle reasoning teasing
results in a man as
a happy sore loser*
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 5:16 PM UTC
I like how our conversations bounce back and forth to all types of topics.. one minute I'm thinking man oh man it's hot, she's exotic looking like the tropics.
You're definitely in my optics, visualizing the prize. But let's make it clear I'm not all about your curves I wanna connect our third eyes..
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 1:03 PM UTC
I find myself
Visualizing your glasses
When he removes his.
I imagine his crooked tooth
When I see yours
Impeccably aligned.
I learned a new word today,
Cafuné,
Translates
To the act of tenderly running one's finger through someone's hair.
I grew fond of the act
Long before
Getting hold of the word.
I know not whose I prefer
Now his I adore
But as much as I do yours.
This is a *********
Torn by emotions
We have history, we share chemistry
I love you
Though I love him too
Cannot think of him
Without thinking of you
This is a *********
I have come to loathe
But the truth is
I belong to both.
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 7:47 AM UTC
Sun slits in through slats
of kitchen window blinds
and she is alone.
The art major is cooking
spaghetti,
pretending her thrifted T-shirt
bearing a cotton copy
of Campbell's Soup Cans
is not stained with tears and blood.
Oh, but that's hysterics and
hyperbole;
art has a tendency of making its worshippers
melodramatic...no?
The blood is only tomato sauce
and the tears...
well, what are tears but
water and salt?
After all, dramatizing the
mundane is just one awkward shade
of artistic temperament.
Visualizing life through
a heavy silk screen.
The art major sighs and
stirs.
The spaghetti is redder and
redder as she cooks.
Just as
her paintings bleed more blood
as she dangles a brush over them -
the teary-eyed watercolours.
The art major has decided
that drawing out extremities
of colour
might transform
her own life into
a pop of a Warhol painting.
The art major sighs and
stirs.
She thinks, tries to
think
in technicolour.
Today's thought-pencilled thesis
concludes (like a brush stroke of uncertain finality) that
love is the red of tomato soup cans.
Anger is the boil, passion is
the gulp,
danger, caution, warning,
the hot breaths, fleeting warmths,
the burn and sweet and tang.
She looks down at the
scarlet of
Warhol's soup cans,
blooming in worn out cotton
on her chest.
It might as well be blood, she
thinks.
It is,
it is,
it is.
Blood red love -
tomato soup cans.
Sun sets in slits
through kitchen window blinds
and she is still alone.
The art major sighs and
stirs.
The spaghetti is ready.
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 6:41 AM UTC
I hate how some humans
Take religion as a barbican
To hide their devil moan
Making people believe on them
With I-Love-God as a slogan
Little did people know
That these humans give satan their vow
Every single day, every single night
Considering satan as partner of candlelight
Fulfilling satan’s needs
With gestures of evil deeds
But are not judged by people
Cause they have religious eye-lids.
Their hearts are rotten like scorn flesh
Disgusting as maggots die consuming that trash
Their minds are undoubtly abnoxious
Visualizing how to make world hideous
They utilize pious mannequin
And hide their monstrous beings
Yes these creatures exist on earth
Whom cause pre-armageddon to burst.
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 7:56 AM UTC
My secret crush,
you make me blush,
each time i stare at your beauty,
consider the following typical scenario of the
dilemma,
a scenario that's quite puzzling,
I couldn't help it ,but go down memory lane,
visualizing your smile,
but still so vivid in my head,
you have no idea,
you have no clue,
through my looks,
just how much I think of you every single
minute,
My heart feels like it's torn apart,
But i know deep down we are never apart,
In fact,
I hit myself so hard knowing i can't make you
notice me,
the distances seems so far,
But look straight at the moon tonight,
you will know we are never apart,
i can barely write these lines,
But your beauty brings out the rhymes and
make it rhyme,
My feelings for you runs deeper than the ocean,
This is not just a reaction from my emotion,
But a confession of my submission,
I wish you only knew.
yet I'm still invisible to you.
your love is so sweet,it knocks me off my feet"
Show me a road path, leading straight into your
heart.
And i will take my shoes off and walk in with
my feet,
Beneath your beauty lies your behind,
That why you never fall behind.
i wanna cave you a bear hug,
then settle for friendship,
In other not to make a mess
as i go to bed,
be in my dream tonight,
because in reality,
Its all i have ever dreamed of,
you are my secret crush.
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 8:39 PM UTC
No strings attatched? He asked
I laughed at that
As I watched my skin break into threads
Intertwined and braided all the way to your place in my head
Visualizing these strings leaving my body and landing around your throat
While I agree in the hopes of you saying just kidding to the words you just wrote
You see I am made of strings
And other types of attatchments that lead to things
Like getting hurt when a boy asks to be no strings attached
When it was coincidentally to him that I was latched
Not to mention, this boy in question never prior showed these intentions
A flirty smile here or there to me meant he might want to date
The Hopeless romantic in me says he might be fate
When in reality he was waiting until it got late to ask me to hook up like an animal looking for a mate
Prince Charming with no charm
All you did was cause me harm
So when you ask a girl to be friends with benefits
And in her heart she has made you a resident,
Use some of the tact that this boy lacked
Knowing that once you're involved
There is no going back
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 10:35 AM UTC
Barbells and principles
Intensity through determination
Shape leading to conditioning
Veins with the muscle peak
Creating just the right physique
I have long to have muscles
No relation to seafood mussels
However, its nutrition with a name
Looking for results being the aim
I want a reflection that is my own body composition
The idea is to be solid and strong
Feeling muscular in where I belong
A dynamite me
For all to see
My dreaming mind
I am visualizing with all combined
Muscles are just fine
It takes years of perfection and that means time.
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 2:20 PM UTC
resuming textual trip
testing experimental procedures
visualizing model tsunami
augmenting facetious environment
catching abstract architecture
noticing rhythmic exchange
projecting subtextual database
airhorning reggae royalty
adding atypical party
resolving twitter question
noticing emotional mission
awaiting emotional dialect
installing metaphorical experiment
intensifying animated trip
displaying dynamic victory
programming abstract development
releasing emotional exchange
deriving fata morgana
glorifying referential sequence
intensifying facetious map
noticing harmonic trip
observing radical ratio
compiling nomadic message
predating google rebranding
reticulating facetious panda
using hyperreal feedback
exploring virtual panda
speculating graphic gallery
throwing mundane exception
targeting graphic experiment
replenishing emotional trap
localizing asemic animal
dropping rhythmic trip
propagating immortal experiment
displaying lowercase database
invading orange bubbles
crashing animated trip
running conceptual topography
remembering collapsed buildings
crashing hyperreal coverage
propagating hyperreal stipulation
finishing western library
envisioning neon tessellation
reciprocating network likes
processing animated device
releasing haptic quality
examining building seven
awaiting rhapsodical ratio
sampling death sauce
sensing lowercase clone
examining symbolic tour
processing potential development
encapsulating spatial lottery
displaying digital paragraph
reticulating theoretical source
perpetuating western paragraph
transmitting monochromatic structure
anticipating ambient quality
transmitting asemic environment
intensifying atomic quality
remastering history poem
keeping future light
hypothesizing eternal game
using future library
rearranging masonic language
transmitting masonic development
continuing ceremonial ritual
questioning party's legitimacy
deferring western coverage
finishing asemic hypertext
mollifying ostentatious presence
synthesizing allegorical icon
forming categorical unions
sketching app wireframe
programming immortal repository
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 6:52 PM UTC
Golden
Magnificent
Emboldening
Transcending
Emerging and engaging
Merging and integrating
I see my Africa
Rising as the sun
Ascending
After a seemingly endless night
Propelled by the rising sun
I glimpse the eclipse in the horizon
Compelled by the morning songs of the African birds
I spread my wings ready to fly like an eagle
Dark clouds dissipating giving way to light
Just as I was anticipating it’s time to fly
To freely fly in the blue sky
Without treacherous clouds threatening my graceful flight
Hovering in the heavens
Visualizing all inhabitants
Working towards one goal
As I play my spirit given role
Happy and at peace
I sing the African song
You have blessed the sun
Now in light, I swim
You have reduced the darkness
Now my light prevails
Development is imminent
Upon the African Continent
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 9:27 AM UTC
Sitting alone in my bed,
Anxiously yearning the touch of something different.
Contemplating about differences,
Visualizing the new experiences,
Mesmerizing about different beauties,
Fantasizing the new opportunities,
About women of different cultures,
Ethnicity and upbringing.
Pay no mind to the language barrier,
As our body speak that universal language,
We can have intellectual conversations,
We can have passionate interactions.
Lets's ponder with deep imagination,
As we diversify this love, ignore it's discrepancies,
So girls of all colors come closer and get drawn like crayola,
As we paint this picture to see what we can make of this blend of colors.
Envision this:
Background music effectively babysitting my thoughts as I listen,
Laying under the moon,
With that special person.
Inwardly rehearsing,
Every move to make,
Opportunities to take,
Intaking the passion from the air she breathes out,
Creating chemistry not even Einstein could figure out.
This love should be an equal opportunity,
You plus me that's all that should matter.
So would you explore your heart?
Release the stereotypes that keep you in the dark?
As darkness falls,
Our temperatures rise.
A reflection of moonlight shimmers in those eyes.
They tell me your secrets;
I tell you no lies.
What lies beneath your skin will be ugliness' demise.
Ironic, in the dark you see me for who I truly am.
And I tell you who you truly are.
So far. So good.
So deep, it goes beneath your beauty,
It goes beyond whatever society will tell you not to do with me.
Tonight your biases shall not rule thee,
For I am king of this pride.
Swallow your pride and swallow my pride.
Release the wait of inhibition and take this ride.
Our inner flames fueled by passion shall light our way.
They say, we are blind but it is only in darkness that we truly see.
Give up shallow emotions, let your heart be free.
Immerse yourself in this reality:
My love is river, all else is only skin deep.
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 7:11 AM UTC
When the soothing lights of your eyes
Exchange glances with the sun
On the colossal blue,
Colours start swimming around me
Like dazzling butterflies.
And my silly heart
Bewitched by your majestic charm,
Still revolves around you like a mere satellite,
Inspite of visualizing that
You have more moons than Jupiter!
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 6:16 AM UTC
Physical and spiritual ecstasy
Sharing a meditative experience within this circular flow of energy
Wave after wave of cosmic telepathy
Diving into our heavenly destiny
Biochemical magic; tremendously healing and aligning chakras pleasantly
Absorbing the suns energy and visualizing the manifestation of longevity all the while detoxifying and transforming monumentally
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 7:42 AM UTC
*A poets muse, is like an artistic drawing or orchestra,
Sending one, to places of fantasies and dreams,
A night out of town, a destination, a romance,
A priceless nature setting, among other things,
Taking flight in wings.
Visualizing in silence,
Beyond what others see,
Seeking with desire and passion,
An ambience far from reach,
Into a forbidden site, within the soothing sea.*
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 6:24 PM UTC
omnipresent sick to my ******* stomach
dressed in mosquitoes that are woolen
like the lining of my english ******* and
coated in a complex mixture of secreted proteins
i follow the screen of the teleprompter as it storms,
blue and brilliant behind a mess of optical wiring.
lip and teeth
theres bile at the base of my throat
threatening to bust with each greased second
as my brain becomes nauseated by the snow-drift
of sentences burning the back of my eyelids.
i've never believed the things i read
so now i'm mute but spitting, spiteful and unoriginal
visualizing their greyhound decapitations in high colour.
nearly implying transit to our friendship or something
that would only churn the stomach like rich food after famine
so yes, i am the cruelest female of august
shipwrecked on the front porch with the lamplight raining in my mind
and i'm asking the moon as it rises like a solemn word
why i'm sick all the time, sweating
from everywhere but my tear ducts and
waiting for several breeds of cold to attack my corpse
Feb 22, 2010
Feb 22, 2010 at 11:39 AM UTC
Ride this wave until it crashes
Ride until it burns to ashes
Practice picking up the pieces
Taxing though it always pleases
Visualizing the distant end
Eager to break things apart again
Nov 28, 2011
Nov 28, 2011 at 6:01 PM UTC
I've been fighting with temptation in everyday that I'm
faced with
Resetting my mind
all of my hopes and my dreams
onto the re--placement
Of every loss
And the suicidal thoughts of me
Losing / Control
Still engaged in my mind, I'm inclined
while
Maintaining the goal
of walking down that straight and
narrow road of Life
Because I have a date with Destiny in spite of what is ailing me
in-
Sight
While all the while?
Through the dark of night
I'm forced to fight with many
different things,
With no self-esteem trying to figure out
who to believe
And who to trust and on whom
can I call?
Soul is uncontent to balance the fence
Slowly committed to fall
All while seeing the steady fall
Of my many brethrens called
For the same purpose and the work that was meant for us all
But still my soul fell slowly down
De-pression's Well
Totally left to figure out how to
make it out
Wondering how I slipped and fell?
Fallen waist deep
Lost
within the clutches of grief
With seemingly no way of me finding
an answer,
And no way of me holding my Peace
So as a means of release?
I'm now speaking my Peace
Releasing for this reason having the means
of picking up the
Spiritual Pieces
And putting it all back together using it for what it's worth
Visualizing the Holy theme giving birth to revive my hopes and
Dreams
But these dreams are not seen through the eyes of surprise
But only seen through the joyfulness of watching our spirits
Rise
Riiising out of the ashes where the
fearfulness is cruel and savage,
Out of the madness where the hopelessness is the rule of sadness
Escaping the Pain
No longer bond under heavy
Locks and Chains
No more wounds to be healed
No wounds to seal
No bandages with
-Stains-
May 8, 2022
May 8, 2022 at 12:27 AM UTC
*Newfangled Biosphere Pyramid Scheme In Dwelling To Sidetrack,
Sanities Seduced So You Never Will Retort.
Threaten the sanctity of the delusion,
Unlearn. Start altering the definitions.
Force fed more dread so you relinquish control,
Cravings we must return.
Unfetter the soul,
In a system where acceptances esteemed more than the veracity,
Flawed perception of tour progression through that which we consume.
Exposed through The Earliest Of Eons.
Resistance-Resistance is Demarcated
Subversion-Subvert the Paradigm
Stirring Within A Ecosphere
Numb And Incarcerated
Stirred On My Own
In Prehistoric Of Existences
Slumbering. Visualizing. Bleeding. Conscious.
Appreciations bolted in a collective delusion
Lulled by ease and consumption
An entire realm of souls visualizing their existences.
Mankind is not superior, we’re just folklore's in our own consciences.*
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 2:31 PM UTC
I figure this to be
The sanctuary
Build from the ash and debris
Of past storms and unhealthy tendencies
A folk lore
Just short of a mystery
The list is infinite
But the bottom of the page is clear to me
I focus my point
Trying to stay on target but I miss easily
Dreaming of clouds and celestial cuisines, heavenly
Close my eyes and jump from outer space
Screaming as if it will cushion the fall from grace
Tearing apart on impact, what's left?
My complacency, complexity, impurities, the real me?
They way down is way down
How long a fall? Just way down
I'll aim for that hay pile
Like a middle era hero with a pale cowl (Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad reference)
Falling feels like sinking
The weight in my gut persist to expel itself
In my panic I'm thinking
"I wish gravity would give up
I'm 500 feet from the pavement
15 seconds till impact
If this is my dream the wings will be there
And I'll soar away just before I hit the floor
I close my eyes and begin to squeeze
Visualizing the emergence of these beautiful wings
I open my eyes
I can see the cracks on the side walk and lines on the street
10 feet from the ground ready to take off then like a dream I .............(Loud Thud!!!!!!)
Ouch!!
-Xin-
Oct 22, 2012
Oct 22, 2012 at 11:42 PM UTC
His form a shadowy sketch, thin and gaunt
Leaning up against a wall.
At the right place, at the right time – as always,
A touch fancy, a bit dressed up
Ready to take on the world;
armed with the freedom to fail.
His occupation?
The consuming of miles of white paper,
His inspiration provided by
A lonely view off of Devil’s Highway
Where Pico blvd. meets the sea.
Seeking the inner root of expression
Through tall red wine bottles and nightly wanderings
In places beautiful yet dangerous,
Packed with life’s complex geometry
– the city breathes, the streets are alive.
Visualizing in delicate penciled lines and thick brush strokes
Vibration, sound and light manifest in brilliant colors,
Depth, shadow, color / the void – all merging together.
Pushing abstract boundaries;
Inter-dimensional windows
Through the intricate layering of transparencies.
Experience of self-discovery.
No mistakes, no traps, just childlike experiments.
Experiments and initiations;
A fusion of universal laws and ethereal dreams.
Kinetic value, composition,
Balance.
Creations – sealed in time like amber.
Feb 5, 2013
Feb 5, 2013 at 5:55 PM UTC
Void in a world
Where everyone is
At their own throats
Tearing each other
Apart, visualizing
That
They're the only
One that's suffered
And you're the
One crying
In a twist, they
Twist and take
The knife
And stab
Themselves
Right back
They just want
To see who
Can bleed more
And see
If you come
Running back
With your
Heart
Bruised and
Under attack
You try to lift
yourself up
But you forgot
How to feel
And you've reached
critical mass
You just
want to break down
From all
the surroundings
And what
brought you hell
Don't let them get closer
Because
You can't be too careful
Anymore
Aug 23, 2023
Aug 23, 2023 at 12:09 AM UTC
A poet is like photographer,
Capturing in the moment
Yet, visualizing the future.
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 3:40 AM UTC
She reaches out to touch me,
and I don't feel it.
The gesture, the movement
Was there
But is she?
Clouds filled with density floating around
It's the particles
Better than dry air
I look into her eyes
I am sad, I feel alone
I say nothing,
Please don't let me sulk
Draw the line
Distance apart
Hearts separated
"I'm not sure anymore"
I let out a deep sigh,
is your heart still in it?
Laughs of despair and mania
A contrast of the two,
one cannot live without the other
And so the times go on
We keep feeling, in our beds, under our sheets
Pondering
The thoughts we only think up when we are alive
and sleep
Is she in it?/Or is it just me?
Can she still be there?/Or will she set it free?
It,
my heart, my blades, all my weapons
I lay it all on the table
Awareness of always on the defense
I cross my heart
There are reasons, I have you know
That all of this isn't about gaining trust
It's about gaining pain
I turn around on the bed,
not visualizing her leaving me
She buttons up her jacket
"I can't do this anymore"
I let out a deep sigh
Sharp pains in my chest
My throat getting tight
Feels like a blow to the face
Of icy wind that is getting into my eye and salt sizzling inside
It hurts.
But I love you.
I let out a deep sigh
A wish
"Is this love?"
Throw a penny
into the home-made drum
It bounces not once but twice.
That's a double yes.
Hopefully my hopelessness doesn't get in the way
Wishing, well
Wallowing me not
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 6:06 AM UTC
Seemingly lucid yet never seen,
A giant within humanity -
Dotted between initials.
The blandishment of all-
Without visualizing fragments.
Never staying for long,
Falling into bluest firmament-
Flying towards the abyss.
Left to wonder among crowds,
From a simple blueberry waffle
Comes the labyrinth of thought
Yet not trapped finally living.
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC