3 Batch #7

Bursting with Pom Seeds
(image by rmp, that's me)

i wonder if these batches are getting too long.  i should have predicted that would be the case as i began to add things (first Tweetoetry and then Ramblings).  maybe it wouldn't be so bad if i didn't keep all of the previous ramblings, but in a way they have the same potential as my leftover pom seeds...so keeping them seems right...but still...

after the last post, i created a new page to explain pom seeds.  i could use that page to maintain unused pom seeds (leftovers as i like to call them) and old ramblings.  i'll ponder that for the next batch; today i'll leave things as is.

so here goes...

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Pom Seeds Batch #7

• I'm not a shot of coffee; there when you need a pick me up; I'm not a 24 hour convenience store; open to satisfy your midnight cravings
• I thought you could love me for who I am; and so I hid her from your sight (grew into an interesting little number and my second 'spoken word' poem, Flawed Love)
• is there something wrong with my genes?; they're made of the best material; composed of strong fiber; and yet upon inspection; they lack style
• I'm tired of this war raging inside; instinctively I fight; everyday; just once; I wish I could throw in the towel; losing should be so easy
• I stand; arms outstretched; face turned toward the weeping sky; her rage whips; tearing through my body; I cry with her; rage with her

Ramblings (bold = new)

• it's amazing how you can loose sight of something's true purpose when trying to conform.  (this popped into my head as i read over a poem that seemed to loose itself a bit as i tried to fit it to a form)
• how long will I wait for someone to show me my worth before I except the truth
• ~ content and happy are two different things ~ I'd be happy with just being content ~
• lock the door to your heart ~ I have a tendency to escape
• i could really use a hug right now!
• when words fail, a simple touch can steal the pain.  (oddly enough the essense of this ramblings found its way into a recent attempt at writing a Ghazal, With Words)
• I'm an outsider in my own life.  How is that possible?
• ~ random thoughts float about in my head ~ longing to spill out ~ but who would wish to listen ~ to such randomness ~
• silence can be just as profound as the perfectly spoken words (oddly enough the essense of this ramblings found its way into a recent attempt at writing a Ghazal, With Words)
• I just had a converstaion with myself ~ the men with straightjackets must be salivating at the mouth
• do I write the poem ~ or does the poem write me?
• i need a happy though ~ my lips long to feel the contours of a smile
• the taste of silence was never so sweet ~how many different ways can the above line be twisted?~ (i found two ways...which lead to three poems; Kiss Me Senseless, Sweet Kiss, and The Sweet Taste of Silence)
• why do I open myself up to a world that does not know me, yet knows me better than those who do
• my feet despise being confined ~ when the sun shines high in the sky
• can you see the lie behind my smile?  can you hear the pain hiding in my laugh?  (i'm not sure if this was meant to be a ramblings or a pom seed for i did not mark it appropriately and while i think i might have intended it to be a pom seed i have decided to place it amongst my ramblings)
• when they come to take me away ~ will the padded cell be firm enough ~ to protect my mind from bombarding thoughts
• when they come to take me away ~ will the straightjacket be strong enough ~ to protect me from my mind
• I taste a little bit of sunshine on your lips ~ a whole lot of tomorrows in your kiss
• fickle tears ~ they pour when sad ~ they pour when happy ~ they thunder when hurt ~ you'd think they'd pick an emotion and stick with it
• is it wrong that thinking about being happy makes me sad?
• I wish I had the words ~ to heal this wound ~ but they seem to elude ~ still I try ~ pouring out word after word ~ hoping I'll find the perfect mix (i feel like this could potentially stand on its own as a poem or act as a pom seed...)
• pathetic really ~ the way anxiety grips my heart ~ as I step outside myself ~ reaching out ~ to those on the inside of the circle ~ I skirt (could technically be classified as a tweetoetry, but...)
• ~ why do I live like this? one pill...many pills...I need to find an answer (thoughts of a poem lingered in my head upon writing this, With Every Word... In Every Action...)
• I don't have any thoughts lingering in my head ~ Is that what peace feels like? 
• ~ her giggles are like candy ~ 
• anxiety's peace ~ tastes like profanity ~ on virgin lips (thoughts of calling this a poem in its own right still linger)
• forgive my lack of social graces... (part of a recent ramblings post, social-less soul)

Leftovers

• Information overload
• I woke with rose colored glasses and the world was as only I could dream it to be
• my mom use to day; we're never lost; we're just misplaced
• i hate days like today; where i'm blindsided; punched in the chest; days when all i want to do is curl up into a little ball and disappear
• "you're growing."; am I? I don't think I'm growing; maybe just walking outside myself
• love is pain and sorrow; wrapped in disguise; it laughs at me; with its sweet intoxicating lies
• I see myself in black & white; brilliant colors surround me; poke at me; eager to caress me with their warmth; but they bounce off of me
• I will live forever like this; in shadows of who I long to be  
• I walk in a world not my own; but of my own making
• what will become of me; when I squeeze; the last bit of ink; out of my veins
• my heart quakes; earth-shattering tremors; only I can feel; course through me; I search for safety; the open embrace; of...

Tweetoetry

#56 (haiku - ish)
~Senseless

your whiskers tickle
brushing kisses on my skin
tickle me senseless


#57
~Seductive Sleep

sleep kissed my eyelids
with the gentle touch of a lover
seducing me into its warm embrace


#58
~Shock Me

I grow tired of these platitudes
give me the harsh raw truth
tell me a whopper of a lie
be profound for once
shock me with your words


#59
~Death Sentence

when the death sentence came today
I wailed like a new born baby
for isn't birth
in its own right
a death sentence


#60 (senryu - ish)
~Should You Wish to Be Heard

speaking in whispers
captures their ears far better
than raised voices will


#61
~Kiss Me Senseless~

if i threaten to ramble on endlessly,
will you promise to silence me again
with your lips on mine?


#62
~threatening tears~

like an endless stream of tweets
self-deprecating thoughts
feelings of loneliness
depression filled tears
run rampant thru my head
threatening to retweet themselves
in my tears


#63, 64, 65
~Flaming Anxiety~

anxiety burns
scorching from inside
leaving a charcoal imprint
where my heart once stood

anxiety flares
searing me on the inside
painting my lungs black with smoke
'til my breath is raw

anxiety stirs
smoldering dark thoughts
sparking red hot explosions
'round my seething brain


#66 (inspired by a shed straw skin)
~All of Me

drink me in
drink all of me
sweet and bubbly
tart and tangy
savor me on your tongue
cleanse your pallet with me
then taste me again


#67 (haiku - ish)
~Take Me Away~

come take me away
i rather drown in your love
than suffocate alone


#68
~Beauty Within

I'm well versed in the beauty I possess
its form and measure long to break free
--without rhyme or reason--
of each well placed stress mark


#69 (tanka)
~Spinning Skies

diamond skies sparkle
reminding me of your eyes
when you look at me
I feel the planets align
while I spin out of control


#70 (haiku - ish)
~Tired Memories

is there a lesson
in the painful memories
that plague my tired mind?


#71
~This Is Only a Test

this is a test of the poetry tweeting system
if this was real poetry
it would be a weave
of tightly spun RT-inspiring words


#72 (tanka)
~Crashing Into You

when you smile at me
my heart knows no speed limit
still I fear crashing
as my world turns upside down
it's your hand I wish to hold


#73
~Searching for Inspiration

when will I
find inspiration
outside of
my tears and fears?


#74 (tanka)
~Caution to the Wind

I let myself go
ignoring all caution signs
where you are concerned
falling uncontrollably
my heart knows no speed limit


#75 (haiku / senryu- ish)
~Their Whispers:  Attack

words whispered near me
attack like a buzzing bee
I'm allergic to


#76 (senryu - ish)
~Their Whispers:  Paranoia

paranoia grips
a paralyzing vice
set in whispers


#77 (tanka - ish)
~Behind Bars

golden locks entice
off the straight and narrow path
'til I'm behind bars
singing like a canary
will never make you mine


#78
~Hopeful Love

my heart stutters
when you speak of love
continually hopeful
your gaze will find mine


#79
~Suffocating Anxiety

fierce turbulent waters tug
adrift in an ocean of thoughts
suffocating waves of emotion
I can't escape


#80
~Pinochle Love

he trumped my heart with a spade
gathered me into his hands
tossing me on a pile of tricks

mine
was not
the only heart
he took


#81
~Moon Light

the moon has finally returned
like a lost sailor finding his way home
he brightens up my stormy night


#82
~Sleepless Thoughts

my mind races
eyes unable to focus
on thoughts speeding past
eyelids searching for a rest stop


#83 (tanka)
~Flush Lips

sweet and succulent
you linger on my taste buds
a delicate treat
my flush lips savor the thought
of feeling your brazen kiss