Best Blank Out Poems
DRY MASCARA
Nobody sees through the shadow and the color of my eyes
The times I've cried are the only time you notice the trace down my face
This time,
The sorrow at heart is deeper than anything I've ever penned or spoken of,
an atmosphere of dark film and Revlon
Many times I allowed myself to die, only to return to the living
The numbness of my soul delivers weight nobody can lift
Talk of black eyes, the tale of my life reopens every scar
On good days, the sun seems to stray from where I lay,
Only to reveal the paste that drowns my face
At times I blank out the pain,
the depression compiles the close quarters of my room
Even then, I can't escape every past wound I covered up
Hiding was never the problem, the healing process was
Institutionalized, no longer able to function as a whole
Each cell inside replicates a tight thick wall with no escape
The laughter of nothing sinks into a gulf of tears
With moods more melancholy than most
I press the pain that echoes hard within my head
- I weep
Deep sadness flows with no mercy, no reason
Nothing to cancel out the voices that hush my inner being
In a whisper, I ask for H E L P,
- I bleed
Nobody sees me, nobody hears me, NOBODY.....
The mascara ruins another fake mask
Grief is somber,
a constant reminder to my soul that it can't hide forever
Silence - callous
Until I can't feel anything...
Empty - detached
I felt myself become numb
Emotions gone
I laughed at the end.
~I don't need, In case you haven't heard~
I don't need to strip for no crown, unless you desire large breast
Casarah, there's no need to be deluded by money hungry psychics,
Reading leaves from a tea cup, a misguided fortune of bribes
Can't you see satin gold already streams through my veins
It's not about wanting it bad or how low I would go
I don't need to threaten you or order dominoes
Never would I clean or do your chores,
Rather, I bet you look good dressed as a French Maid
Cleaning and writing around the beauty of everything
Forget the honorable mention, I want first place
This is your week, blank out the pretenders, fakers and haters
They will never have your back once the contest close
As for me, you've been on my dinner plate, since day one
I don't need a grammar base pen, rhyme pattern to win
What I got is hotter, by far the best rates on everything
I don't need Jan to be my friend, Andrea, to address me with a hello
What I have is satisfaction and loyalty everywhere I go.
I got flaws hotter than the sun, strutting my stuff just for you
No need to scratch my back, what we need is a back massage for two
Calgon will give us the youth Greek Gods can't top in 60 seconds
Unwrap yourself from Broken vines, it's time you deal with--
a moon as gold as every word you ever poured from your pen
Let's enjoy the Groveling moon, together we can enslave and take control
You don't need a genie lamp, you are worth more than diamonds and pearls
Together we can toss that lamp back into the Silent of the shadows
Before, greed becomes a misery --- Casarah darling
I got to admit 1,000.000.000 dollars sounds decent
Too bad, Michael's check bounced before it had a chance
Together let's take these sweet little bribes and make the world of it
Flip the bird, burn down all abandon houses
Built another strong community, wait, something is amiss!
Someone owes a gambling debt, coming to you with casino chips
Casarah, I'm not trying to please your mind, or give voice to my bride
I don't NEED to give what you already earn in your honest way
What I want is to win, no attorney needed - I rest my case
Love the Poet Destroyer
A STORMY DAY IN THE SOUTHERN ALPS
An environmentalist in love with his endowment, cast an eye upon the defender
of nature’s delicate balance, she the soul queen of conservation, together the two assimilate like the prevailing hurricane lock horns as the beast would in battle.The vibration rattles the old tin roof of our cabin, while the black possums scarper
clouds ejaculate
far below blank out the sun
Aoraki smiles
The tempest cuts through the backwoods far beyond the horizon, deep
in camouflage torments the deanery of elementary life forms. Flashes
of lightning waver through the gloom become centre stage, thunder
rumbles on, a drum roll an intro to a symphony of hail harmoniously
pounding the diverse depth of the valley
drowning in colour
the forest canopy yields
Kakapo declines
© Harry J Horsman 2017
Glide on the wing then bank to the left
Dive with the wind then bank to the right
Soar on the cloud and feel the sky
So many unanswered questions why?
See the enemy's cloud and turn to fight
Picture that love you had in the corner of your eye
Adrenaline surge in the roar of the stride
Pierce the air with steel, give them nowhere to hide
Hear the gnashing teeth under stone white eyes
Strain the body with 'G', feel the tension cry
Dodge and weave, blank out thoughts on life
Fight with all you have in this outnumbered dog fight
Hero you are, hero you will always be
One of the bravest few who saved your country.
in intriguing little crime scene
we have here eh Inspector Marsupial
a freeway overpass whore's
cardboard box and mattress
and a paperclip necklace
juxtaposed on a dissecting table
at some point a losing strategy
has to be examined
even if the last conclusion is
that we are here to be punished
for being here
Marsupial searched his pachinko readout
acting on the assumption
that in at least one setting
he could juggle us a grand total
even if the light was sub visible
which you don't see every day
bottom line you're here growing scared
blame enough to go around
manipulators of fear with a plan
wreckers of civilizations
is there anything in us that is inviolate
he was a master of pedestrian insights
with a repertoire of a priorI assumptions
packaged for the pop psych tabloids
his mouth flapping like a puppet on a string
the official Government spokesman
for the natural state of man
comrades these are troubled times
but not like before
during the really troubled times
so relax it’s an alchemist's contraption
made from bed springs and spooge
proletarian gyro-chemistry in action
every atom wanting to go its own way
cause beyond knowledge or even sense
the problem with categories is that
some blank out and obliterate the others
the banana daiquiri
had apparently reached his thalamus
clean your spoon son
that's government chow
and so began the long loud logomania
you have before you now
my rabbI assures me this is therapeutic
inductive in deductive out
forehead wrinkles along for the ride
knowing what is out of place
dawn and the bust of Aristotle
juxtaposed upon a toilet seat
shoot me I said juxtaposed again
it's not the circus of consensus it used to be
last I checked slapstick is still dead
I'm pretty sure everything
can be described by numbers
there are enough of them for the job
wheel chairs killed the fashion show
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
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That's all It may be
but this has meaning
it's an evil clenching
a feeling: fencing
a battle of body and mind
but you're to decide
Something you read
and you skim and skim
again and again
and your in pain
your stomach hurts
and you go insane
you hold in a laugh
but not for long
you blank out...
and you walk away
Up and down my fingers fly,
connecting and leaving in the blink of an eye,
sparkling silver keys pumping up and down,
at shcool my fingers are treated with renown,
My silver rings flash in the brightly harsh light,
and I blank out enverything else from my sight,
focusing on the music in front of me,
whipping from the low A to a double octave C,
completing a measure and waiting a beat,
by then I'm red and sweating from the obscene heat,
mentally I sigh when I hit the decrescendo just fine,
I barely remember repeating measures six to twenty-nine,
and then with a sweeping bow,
I stride off the stage, and vaguely wonder "What now?"
Every memory of the past,
sure did leave an impression that did last
every cut, and every bruise
healed real fast with nothing to loose
but the emotional scars sure did stay,
All those nights I cried to pay
each and every tear, wiped on my sleeve
smearing my eyeliner, everytime we had to leave
yes I've lost and I've gained
much happiness to be framed
the pain still settles without a care
the day I blank out in a stare
but a smile on my face,
will make a lucky guys heart race
my one true love will heal my pain,
and at last, true love, I will gain
SAD OR HAPPY?
I FEEL KINDA SNAPPY.
KINDA CONFUSED MYSELF?
U KNOW HOW IT FEELS WHEN U GO BLANK?
ITS LIKE U SEE BLACK
OUT OF YOUR HEAD
CANT THINK CAUSE THERE IS SO MUCH TO THINK OF
CANT BE CREATIVE WHERE MY MIND IS WALKING ON CLOUD
HEARING VOICE THROW MY HEAD OUT LOUD
IT SEEMS EXTREMELY WOWED
CAUSE I CANT THINK WITH THIS BLANK OUT.
FEELING CONFUSED
GETTING NERVOUS
OF THE CHOOSES THAT I GOT TO MAKE
IT WILL CAUSE THE FEATURE
RUNNING WITH FEAR YET SMILING LIKE ITS NOTHING
HAVING NO CLUE WHATS UP WITH ME
YET I GOT ALL THESE MIX EMOTIONS RUNNING THROW ME
FEELING EXCITED YET FEELING DOWN
AM I GOING CRAZY?
I CAUSE OUT OF NO WHERE I FEEL LIKE DANCING
I AM FEELING UP AND DOWN EACH MINUTE
CANT THINK, JUSTED PUSSED.
DONT KNOW IF I AM SAD OR HAPPY?
She wears curtains in her eyes
Uses them like a surgical knife
Draws them closed each day
To cut and blank out her daily life
And she slides in the needle
That helps her to find
The matching opacity
Of her tortured mind
Her strength and her addiction
That gets her through each day
Of the life she has to lead
To find the money to pay
For the contents of that needle
So you think her eyes are dead
As you pass her on the street
Just two dull orbs in her head
And sometimes you may think
From her dull eyed stare
She’s not in this world but
In her own hell somewhere
And she nightly works the streets
Harassed, ridiculed, abused
And so many occasions
Just paid for and used
And sometimes for a while
Her eyes are opened wide
Until she slips in her needle
And relief pours back inside
And she resumes her life
As an underclass pawn
As those curtains in her eyes
Are closed and tightly drawn
THE PERFECT DOSE
after the drugs I lay on my back
covered under cool clean sheets
departing into fluorescent lights
passage travels tubes of liquid state
body perfectly fixed and in tune
but still…
my dead mind sits in the corner of
the room like a ghost watching its
departed body… longing for
another chance at life
I slide under once again
resigned
a birthright, genetics, bad luck
permanent or transient
understood or overlooked
perhaps
Heaven forbid…
chronic without a cure?
squinting I stare into bright
hospital lights pulled from
shell forced into sight the
confidence of which I was
incapable
lifeless and sticky
deathless but sickly
hours move
I blank out
what’s straight ahead
avoiding all that floats
above this pristine bed
Hovering
Soaring
Hanging
Sinking
Drifting on….
the perfect dose
© Kim van Breda—30 September 2015
SAD OR HAPPY?
I FEEL KINDA SNAPPY.
KINDA CONFUSED MYSELF?
U KNOW HOW IT FEELS WHEN U GO BLANK?
ITS LIKE U SEE BLACK
OUT OF YOUR HEAD
CANT THINK CAUSE THERE IS SO MUCH TO THINK OF
CANT BE CREATIVE WHERE MY MIND IS WALKING ON CLOUD
HEARING VOICE THROW MY HEAD OUT LOUD
IT SEEMS EXTREMELY WOWED
CAUSE I CANT THINK WITH THIS BLANK OUT.
FEELING CONFUSED
GETTING NERVOUS
OF THE CHOOSES THAT I GOTTA MAKE
IT WILL CAUSE THE FEATURE
RUNNING WITH FEAR YET SMILING LIKE ITS NOTHING
HAVING NO CLUE WHATS UP WITH ME
YET I GOT ALL THESE MIX EMOTIONS RUNNING THROW ME
FEELING EXCITED YET FEELING DOWN
AM I GOING CRAZY?
ICAUSE OUT OF NO WHERE I FEEL LIKE DANCING
I AM FEELING UP AND DOWN EACH MINUTE
CANT THINK, JUSTED PUSSED.
DONT KNOW IF I AM SAD OR HAPPY?
Do you look into me as I look into you
Or does the blue blank out what in me is true
Do you see the badge and the gun so real
And never wonder what inside me is the real deal
They say that you walk and talk a special drawl
And always sit with you back up against a wall
But you know at the end of the day
Cut me and I will bleed away.
© Paul Warren Poetry
SINCE THE REGULATIONS OF THE INDEPENDAENT COMPANY
PROHIBITS A WORKER IN "THE FEILD OF PLAY", AND SINCE
THE FINDING OF FACTCO FINDO ACT OF 1901 PERHIBITS
AN ATHELETE TO WEAR A MASK, WITHOUT REIGSTARATION TO
THE SANCTIONING BODY, THE FINDING OF THE HELDUP CHAMPIONSHIP
IS AS FOLLOWS.
AFTER REVEIWING THE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH BETWEEN
$@#$$ BOOP! VERSES $#$$$$ cENSERED!
WE HAVE FOUND THAT THE masked wRESTLER (TO REMAIN nAMELESS)
HAD NOT RECEIVED AN OKAY TO COMPETE FROM THE STAFF OF DOCTERS
AND SINCE HE WAS IN THE FEILD OF PALY WERE THE MIGHTY PUTTY FIST WAS FOUND,
AND SINCE THE CHAMPION REFUSED AND WOULD NOT ANWSER THE
REFFEREE'S, AND WAS FOUNDED
IN "NO CONDITION TO CONTINUE" $#$$$$ cENSERED! HAS BEEN
NAMED CHAMPION AND HAS THE RIGHT NOW
TO EXCEPT THE TITLE HE REJECTED, DUE TO HIM NOT REMEMBERING THE VICTORY.( HE WAS UNCONCUSS FROM A DDT BY $@#$$ BOOP! WHO WAS KNOCKED THE BLANK-OUT BY A MASKED MAN WEARING A PAIR OF KNUCKS MADE OF MIGHTY PUTTY.( THE MASKED gUY'S NAME IS "NAMELESS".
WE NOW WILL HOLD -UP THE WORLD TITLE, WHICH WILL BE FILLED, IN A SIX MAN WORLD TITLE MATCH WITH THE FOLLOWING RULES.
WHEN THE MATCH BEGANS, IT WILL BE A SIX MAN BALTTLE ROYALE, WHEN THE FIRST MAN IS ELIMANATED, IT WILL BE A THREE ON TWO TAGTEAM MATCH, AT THE ELIMANATION OF THE SECOND MAN, IT WILL BECOME A A FALL COUNT ANYWHERE(NO DQ) MATCH) AND WHEN WE ARE DOWN TO THREE, IT WILL REQUIRE ALL THREE MEN IN A THREE-WAY..
AFTER THE ELIMANATION OF THE FOURTH MAN, WHEN WE ARE DOWN TO TWO MEN, THE REFERRE WILL CALL THE MATCH EVEN, AND THROUGHT THE FLIP OF A COIN, WITH HEADS BEING WINNER, AND TAILS THE LOSER, WE WILL RECOGNIZE THE WINNER AS CHAMPION, AND THE LOSER AS NUMBER ONE CONTERDER, AND AFTER A BREAK, THE MATCH WILL BEGAN AS A CHAMPION MATCH, WITH ONE FALL AND A 60 MINUTE TIME LIMIT. CHALLENGER VERSES CHAMPION! GOOD LUCK TO ALL CONTENDERS!
My mind is dead,my heart is cold i feel like theirs a demon inside me that i cant control
,I blank out at times and waking up god knows where,showing my feelings are very rare i
feel dead but yet i am still here I feel alone in this world no mom or dad with happy
memories to share I gave them up along time ago my love is like i cant trust any one
because i always get stabbed in the back my mind is racing my heart is hating my life
can you see the pain in my eye that im trying so hard to hide im scared to let family in
side of my life i tried before and it back fire i cant depend on no one accept myself
because to me that is way to difficult im tiered of looking in the marrior and just seeing
a monster im tiered of being alone i wanna be any where but a place called home its like
weed is my only doctor but i know its hurting me can some one help can some one tell me
whats wrong with my self
By jayson
Gargiulo