"zaps" poems
****** affliction of a lack of affection companion
Hand and hand strolling greater than syrupy plunging
and even sometimes buddy shrugging over wooden noisemakers
We whistle with their metal strings
and through the pasta soft ones in our throats
but no nest colored mares seem to hear
our flamboyant feather calls for future fondling
So I scribe slight implied short letters
invites to drink joints and nature jaunts
All too well thought out
hoping your advanced technology cannot trace
the time I spent to type
The overanalysis of our psych: her and I’s
wondering why she doesn’t have an inkling
for a cute fall date where we attempt to bake apple pies
It’s all too contrived, I know
I’ll strive for delusion
Accept a useful interpretation for our chemical inflammation
and let sparks pass it by
Like itsy bitsy flies laying eggs in a wound
for stagnant water maggots
They’ll eat away the thought well
where all my cranial zaps seem to dwell.
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 11:00 PM UTC
I never liked biology.
Not because it was boring.
It was fascinating.
But everyday I was reminded
that I am nothing more than
layered tissue.
And I have so little control
over how wide my eyes open
My thoughts are nothing more than microscopic zaps
criss-crossing tirelessly around in my head
I can't stop
hearing and
seeing and
feeling
and
I'll never
see my own heart.
I liked it better
when life was magical.
Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 1:44 AM UTC
Sixty degrees on solstice day.
An incubator.
If we go to the beach we can find all the bones of the dead animals
that are supposed to be buried in the snow
and throw them in the lake.
We can dip our heads in the cold water
to wash away these nasty thoughts
growing on our brains like bacteria in the warm weather,
send them into the lake with the bones and the souls of the dead animals
that are supposed to be buried in the snow.
The supercharged atmosphere
zaps my fingers when I open the car door.
Static electricity.
If I collect all that ecstatic magic
I'll let you hold it in your hands
in a jar
and we can watch it dance.
A hundred million fireflies
that should have died on the lips of
December.
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 5:45 AM UTC
Barely Walks.
And does not sleep
day squinting
night in trance;
Moonblinked
& Anomie doesn’t speak
What she thinks
Until she drink
Apart; life projector spreads in sheets
Anomie not loveable
so off she goes
with dogs in sheets
that bark and bones
& in the padded womb
zaps milky-Light
synthetic-filtered-bright
A spotlight for the bees
Getting Drunk between her Knees
Confusion explodes confetti
disorientation takes the plow
*** the only how
An ****** or a fake hopeless meow
She lives in mental corners
watching window borders
They push in; she falls out
Brand new day
Teeth on pillows crack
Anomie's mind
has to react
She's fast to split-
Spit out a rebuttal
method witty-tactix kit
No one tells her time to go
But when Bee's belly full
She-goes - Self-loathes
Morning Glories still shriveled in their pods
They own the glory of her story and her song
Hiding in sarcastic retreat for clean feet
under ***** water bathes
wipes off the meat
Not your friend
She's trouble to love
The dirtiest dove
Anomie is naked and she's hated
Take away the curtain glove
eye slit under sunlit
She recovers
Don't judge
it's all her love
but you ****** Anomie anyways
just because
The Thrill
Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 4:48 AM UTC
Electrifying insides much deeper than skin
Rekindling the temple's flame that burns away perceived sin
& Shine in a new light while a new life begins
Into the pond I saw beyond
This span that exists currently
Left me then, besides dread, was the sense of urgency
Along with the notion of taking things so personally
Now's a good time for a lot more breathing
and a lot less worrying
Give me some zaps that will act as a lucid inducer
Insane synapse blasts across my tribal mind maps
Programming much faster than a supercomputer
Inside the Youniverse, past mask diffuser
Crafting within the infinite,
Based on each individual intention
Everything changes from each shift in perception
Let all the walls fall releasing the demons in the form of apprehension
You're beautiful the way you are, a floating eyedea of perfection~
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 5:48 AM UTC
Question those thoughts that
pop into your head uninvited,
shattering the silence.
Random revelations while
walking, reading or driving,
shocking zaps to the back
of your head like bullets
from a book bin building,
cleaving your skull,
exposing your brain.
Question them all…..
Are they directives from above?
From deep inside your ghost?
Your soul? Where do they come from?
Study the darkness of your pupils in a mirror.
Look deep and long.
The answer is in the hollow.
Jan 14, 2011
Jan 14, 2011 at 1:59 PM UTC
Every time I see you
It’s like a spark lights up in my eyes.
When you look at me,
My heart skips a beat.
When I see your name on my phone
A smile consumes my face.
When your voice reaches my ears,
My heart melts a little inside.
A touch from you
Is like a million little zaps running down my arm.
When you’re gone
I feel lost and alone.
I could stare at you for hours
And never, ever get bored.
Baby, please don’t leave me.
I need you to stay here with me
Every second that you’re gone,
I replay your words in my head.
Just hold me tight
And never let me go, baby.
Sep 2, 2012
Sep 2, 2012 at 12:13 PM UTC
Hissing Silurian
Slimy Slitheen
Run just run
To where aliens are seen
Sonic zaps
Things behind doors
Deadly traps
And Jadoo laws
Welcome fans
To lots of fun
In a land
Where Whovians run
Where fezzes are cool
And so are bow ties
Welome all
To where The Doctor lies
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 12:00 PM UTC
Watching out my window,
a thought flies through my head-
about the little hummingbird
flapping overhead.
As it zips,
and it zaps,
and its little wings flap
so hard to keep going,
to suckle on sap,
it seems to me
that this little thing,
so tiny and frail
doesn't mind the sting
of tough days and tough nights
as it valianty fights,
as it works and it toils
just to get by;
working for hours
to have enough to still fly.
I think and I think
on the merits of this notion;
So deeply moved,
I am stirred to emotion.
I shake myself, rising
as I abandon my rest-
Move over world;
I have limits to test.
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 3:55 PM UTC
The sound of a voice shouting out a distinct color,
Comes over the intercom.
Orderlies rushing all about in frenzy.
A screen that should look like an 8.9 earthquake happening,
Now only shows a razors edge thin line.
Compression thrusts must now begin
Once started you cannot stop.
Paddles please now to the chest, crackling static zaps,
Body thrashing about like a fish out of its safety zone
Log the minute, pull the drapes and tag the toe.
It’s a private encore just for me now
Two fingers on her wrist and then on her neck
Still not any kind of clue, one last chance,
I reach again into my bag of effects and grab
Like having a last trick up my sleeve.
A Mirror in my clutch is unseen from her eyes
Placed now upon her lips as I look for something like a morning dew
Nothing so sweet can be found.
Her eighty sixth was the last time for candles that could be blown out.
Wrapping her now I try to keep her warm
Then slowly I help place her in her eternal slumber bed to rest
Now I’m given a key, O’ boy here we go
I know what time it is. I find comfort telling myself I’m just winding up a clock
I blow a breath and a last kiss; my eyes were the last to see.
If know body ever remembers, I will never forget!
(CARSr. 4-24 -12)
May 23, 2012
May 23, 2012 at 12:53 PM UTC
In this, I feel
Shaky hands that cannot type
My breath unable to catch like coats on a hanger
Chocked by garbage dispensers in mid flight
I have no one to blame but myself
For letting your smile that stabs like daggers,
Into my vulnerable organs now spilled on the floor,
all the more craddled in my now bloodied hands
You could say its my lack of conviction
or my social manners in dealing with all the more composed
Your eyes that catch mine and rip open the doors to my early demise
Yet, These intense emotions are all in my head
This lair where you slumber and never wake
because you are not really here
Your stay is that of a cheap motel fly, who zips and zaps
your noise quick and sharp
How all the others cannot see the glow that surrounds you
is beyond any words I could compose
It is known that I do, because it is I that is motionless from the amount I inject
The osmosis of emotional intake, has left me dead on the ground.
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 10:23 PM UTC
I surround myself with
Laughers, drinkers, talkers, thinkers,
Who convince me that the
USA had hand-drawn and cast
The moon into the sky
And that God was born in the
Grass and that's why
Flowers smell so heavenly.
And I believe them because
They send me stinging bolts
Settling, lingering zaps with
The swift gesture of their hand.
Reasons, I, engrossed as
Paper crushed in a fist.
I am curled in shame in
A fist like paper.
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 5:13 PM UTC
Accepts you as you are
Believes is you even when you don’t make sense
Calls you just to say hello
Drives you insane
Explains things you don’t understand
Forgives you of the mistakes you’ve made
Guarantees fun
Helps you
Is always there for you
Just wants to be with you
Keeps you close to their heart
Loves you for who you are
Makes a lot of difference in your life
Never gives up on you
Overjoyed to see you
Picks you up when you fall down
Quizzes your love for others
Raises you spirits
Supports you
Tells you the truth even when you don’t want to hear it
Understands you
Values you
Withstands you
Xenodochial
Yells at you when you aren’t listening and
Zaps you back to the real world
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 12:11 PM UTC
brain zaps, brain fog
welcome to Zoloft
refill your script
before you decide to quit
this pill comes with a cost
it's not that easy
to taper off
this illness is not visible
one might say it's despicable
the pill that can make things bearable
everyday at the same time
remember it's no cure
but
it can help
and that can be worth
feeling secure
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 5:09 PM UTC
adrenaline rushes up
zaps between empty synapse
for a minute, a light
Then darkness expansive
hush
talking, whispers
"she's just an alternate"
sleep, wake
white boards scraped pure with
blood red markers and oceans of blue
spinning numbers pretty letters
awful alphabet designating destinies
how ****** up is that
responsibilities dragging down dreams
dreams crash dreams down dreams drown
darkness
adrenaline rushes up
zaps between empty synapse
for a minute, a light
then darkness expands
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 5:03 PM UTC
You taste like
cotton candy dreams,
sugar snap peas,
cold coffee,
and
intimate fantasies.
*You are the
watermelon pop rocks
that tingle on my tongue.*
You feel like
a roaring fire,
a tickle down my spine,
a belly laugh,
and
a brand new promise.
*You are the
static electricity
that zaps my skin.*
You look like
my past,
my present,
my future,
and
my forever.
*You are the
man that
I love.*
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 7:21 PM UTC
Twiddle dee doo
A watch from afar
Tweedle dee dah
I gaze upon my star
Clear skies to my delight
Nesting alone - peace, quiet
Best* night by far
A lost lightning bolt zaps*
A thrill through my spine
My mouth agape
My calm night has ended its time.
The lightning bolt nailed its target
A fresh, green lime
2 feet from where I was rooted.
Fri, may 19, 2017 3:09pm
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 3:06 PM UTC
A cell exceeds boundaries when meeting the wealth of another. Another who is like them. A salt of the earth. One won’t deceive you as we merge together. Common courtesy for now. Cells become greater focus when merging together with trust. Trust amplifies common courtesies. Foundations arise, and fall. Balance? No. Relationships? At first. Then what…? Simple. Two halves with a void, slowly becoming consumed by another. Filling in the necessary. No voids existing in open spaces the size of what they never understood. Something zaps in pleasure! Pleasure becomes the common courtesy. Tensions rise and fall between the mergers. Forming into a newly merged claim. A form never exceeding the wealth it ever deserved. It happens anyways. Exceeding one’s primary focus. Deserving when having no other choice. Choice is meant to brisk them to light. Light zaps onward. Foundations rise and fall again. Something clicks. Giving rise to an interpretation. Interpretations give rise to wealth. Wealth claiming two mergers into newer states. The state of mixing is known as (reaching beyond itself.) Two halves never lucky, until merging as one. A brain cell is born.
Oct 7, 2019
Oct 7, 2019 at 11:06 PM UTC
It’s like eating a ray of sunshine
It zaps through your body with disarming force
And you’re falling, falling into a state of oblivion
Moving through time and space
The floor just dissolves beneath your feet and you’re left shattered
So many pieces, so many beautiful pieces
All falling together, falling apart and being reconstructed
Like a puzzle that’s finally found the missing piece
And when it comes together with such force it is a pleasure to behold
Gravity has no hold on you and you’re flying through space
This is it.
The moment time stands still.
Meshing past, present and future together
Nothing matters any longer and you’re all feeling
All senses heightened by a pleasure so fierce you’re awestruck
This what it feels like to realize your sovereignty
To realize your worth
To realize that the freedom you have is not controlled by any other but yourself
This is the moment you feel your power from within
This is the moment you refuse to be anything but what you’re meant to be
This is the moment that you become great.
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 5:54 AM UTC
The tip of my cigarette
A firefly in my dark room
I saw you over the edge
Face full of color
Eyes full of energy
You wave me over
I feel the waters begin to rise in my throat
You're drowing me in your good looks
The feel of your fingertips zaps me
To my core like an electric shock
You're so bad for me yet so intoxicating
Its infuriating how beautiful you are
Like the feeling of warmth
On a mid summers day
Yet you make me feel numb
Like im ice cold
I can't breath around you
Your eyes drowning me in feelings
Feelings that are entirely sinful
The tip of my cigarette
A beacon to you.
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 12:24 AM UTC
to Realize you have no one to
Blame for your Own
Pain, your Own Mindset
cuts through the quick of
your Bones
slices through each artery
Even your Heart
it goes all the Way to
your Soul
it zaps your Life Force
and strips you
of Dignity
Only then can you
begin to Scratch and Crawl
your Way back Up
to the Person you long
to Be
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 3:34 AM UTC
the metal within the rock
attracted great lightning zaps
on the ironstone ridge mound
streaking flashes flew
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 8:00 PM UTC
Too young,to talk about life
Too young,to talk about death
Either both are strong,or none of them
Yet not tried life or death
But both of them,aim human breath
Again and again,I have been told
Life burns the wound,and death colds it
That's why I fear,that they will bring
Drawn us and mean one thing
I proclaim them,a ruin
Who blown you up,or fall you down
Our end,a way may bear
Or one of them our suffer would stare
So one zaps furiously,and one quietly
May life kills faster,than Death's cold spirit
But you won't believe,till they warp you violently
Frost and flame your grave,and let you rivet!
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 3:13 PM UTC
My brain zaps every minute to remind me
I belong in a room made of pillow.
"Now can you draw a fantasytree for me little lady?"
I'm working on it, it's getting better I promise.
Did you hear that?
In my dream last night I murdered and
it felt kind of freeing.
I forgot my meds mom, help.
Just tap your hand a little more,
there's a screaming really close.
I, I feel it zapping again. Minute's past.
"She draw her father without feet"
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 4:00 PM UTC
She says,
I'm yours till the sun goes down
Moments later
The sun is gone and
the darkness consumes me.
my mind goes numb,
And I can feel myself unraveling.
How long until the light comes back,
how long until I feel alive again?
The night is good every now and then
but for now I can't wait for it to end.
So until the day comes,
When your love is no more sporadic,
A ball of lighting, that
Zaps and explodes
in paralzying light,
my heart will ache,
I know, I know.
Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 11:40 PM UTC