Revelations on Sufficiency by musicismylife78, literature
Literature
Revelations on Sufficiency
Insufficient, I believe sometimes that adequacy is power, Such believe projected by harsh reflection; They recognize only that which they despair most Of self. I run six marathons daily In hopes that today I do not offend. Commentators tear those in light to shreds - Athletes and icons of sorts- Idealizing a potential for perfection And I remain shielded By a shotty bulb And a dusty, festered stage. A desire to share And to yield progress And to reach sufficiency… I need only shield eyes, Block ears, Pinch nose, Part lips, And stretch fingers out, reaching… Processing… Promise to taste the resentment And to redirect, acknowledging it is only fear Or insufficiency Nipping at your heels As you stride forward carefully, Or carelessly, Determined to taste every sweet and salty flavor Dealt by this world, And to determine that it is sufficient.
I toyed with titles for this piece for a really long time.
Scared, terrified, shaking down to the core.
I'm so happy but sometimes can't sleep.
Encouraged, excited, ecstatic, elated...
Why I'm awake to stretch my legs,
Why my cur might pee in a U-Haul,
Why my anklet is unraveling,
Why I never want to cut my hair again,
Why I am who I am today,
Why I am a patriot,
Why I want to visit every town in this state,
Why I want to cry with my best friend,
Why I'm in love with the future,
Why I'm no longer glued to my past!
Why I'm out of bed in the morning,
Why I smile at every dirt road
If I keep walking
Down this naked walkway,
Naked myself, unkn
This blood flowed up from the inferior vena cava-
From nowhere near the head.
This love I have for you stirred deeper,
And I suppose without thought.
Into the right atrium, the idea stirred.
It flowed quickly through the tricuspid valve,
Without stopping,
Until the valve closes with a "lub"-
The origin shut off.
The right ventricle thrust up,
And we're breathing.
Back into the heart,
But this time we're left.
The left atrium allows the flow one more time.
We trickle through the mitral valve,
And the blood is for a moment sitting.
But then it's gone,
And the aortic valve slams with a "dup"...
With no more pulses to come,
I wish I could re
Revelations on Sufficiency by musicismylife78, literature
Literature
Revelations on Sufficiency
Insufficient, I believe sometimes that adequacy is power, Such believe projected by harsh reflection; They recognize only that which they despair most Of self. I run six marathons daily In hopes that today I do not offend. Commentators tear those in light to shreds - Athletes and icons of sorts- Idealizing a potential for perfection And I remain shielded By a shotty bulb And a dusty, festered stage. A desire to share And to yield progress And to reach sufficiency… I need only shield eyes, Block ears, Pinch nose, Part lips, And stretch fingers out, reaching… Processing… Promise to taste the resentment And to redirect, acknowledging it is only fear Or insufficiency Nipping at your heels As you stride forward carefully, Or carelessly, Determined to taste every sweet and salty flavor Dealt by this world, And to determine that it is sufficient.
I toyed with titles for this piece for a really long time.
Scared, terrified, shaking down to the core.
I'm so happy but sometimes can't sleep.
Encouraged, excited, ecstatic, elated...
Why I'm awake to stretch my legs,
Why my cur might pee in a U-Haul,
Why my anklet is unraveling,
Why I never want to cut my hair again,
Why I am who I am today,
Why I am a patriot,
Why I want to visit every town in this state,
Why I want to cry with my best friend,
Why I'm in love with the future,
Why I'm no longer glued to my past!
Why I'm out of bed in the morning,
Why I smile at every dirt road
If I keep walking
Down this naked walkway,
Naked myself, unkn
This blood flowed up from the inferior vena cava-
From nowhere near the head.
This love I have for you stirred deeper,
And I suppose without thought.
Into the right atrium, the idea stirred.
It flowed quickly through the tricuspid valve,
Without stopping,
Until the valve closes with a "lub"-
The origin shut off.
The right ventricle thrust up,
And we're breathing.
Back into the heart,
But this time we're left.
The left atrium allows the flow one more time.
We trickle through the mitral valve,
And the blood is for a moment sitting.
But then it's gone,
And the aortic valve slams with a "dup"...
With no more pulses to come,
I wish I could re
If you give me a pen
And paper to write,
I'll write a sad poem
And come out alright.
But if you give me a camera
And a bright spotlight,
I'll take happy pictures
And cry all the night.
Because all expression is great,
And fun in the act,
But writing helps me escape,
And pictures can't do that.
Tales from an Almost-Murderer by musicismylife78, literature
Literature
Tales from an Almost-Murderer
She lived only through sheer luck,
Not because I messed it up
Not because I wasn't strong enough,
And certainly not because I changed my mind.
I wanted her dead,
And I fulfilled my end of the bargain.
You see,
I set it all up in advance,
Because time is the number one killer in humans.
Yes, you will all die with time.
I prepaid a hitman.
I gave him my blood in an oxygen tank
Worth millions
To meet me at my home.
Specifically,
In the shower.
I told him he need only bring one thing -
Scrap metal,
Which I paid him for in excess with an extra pint.
I told him to bring a scrap metal,
Not a knife,
Because the girl was not worth
The waste of a
I Have Slept With Them by musicismylife78, literature
Literature
I Have Slept With Them
I have a confession.
I have slept with them.
Others begged to hear about it,
But I replied with vague, half-true answers.
I have felt them,
Warm and bursting inside of me,
Until I could feel no more.
But the initial ecstasy
Has now been replaced by shame;
I have not slept with pride in years,
Not even whispered its name.
I have a confession.
I have slept with them -
The secrets, I mean.
Hi! My name is Jordan. I love poetry and photography, and this is just a place for me to put all of my thoughts. Your comments, critiques, etc. are much appreciated! <3
Hello deviants! In case you can't tell, I'm active again :) Feel free to let me know what you'd like to see. I'm bouncing back and forth between poetry and photography (digital and analog) so bring on the suggestions/requests/ideas!
I apologize for my absence! I've been dealing with some personal bullshit and some people of bullshit recently. But hopefully I'll be on more often now!
Also, can I have some feedback in my last poem entitled "numbers"? I'm not sure if I like it or hate it... Critiques please?
Hi, musicismylife78! Just wanted to drop in and be the first to welcome you to the group ! If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to either note me or one of the other admin. We will always get back to you as soon as possible. I look forward to reading some of your work and seeing you around the group!