Best Liquify Poems

Insecurity

It is a chronic disease
that eats away at my soul
as my weakened mind 
allows it to creep into the
crevices of my brain.
It destroys the skin 
on my hands and face,
picking at it until it bleeds,
leaving open sores
and patches of raw flesh 
that scab over
only to be torn open again.
It infiltrates my 
defense mechanisms,
distorting perception
until my sense of rationality
dangerously melts into
irrational territory.
I unknowingly cross over
into a place where my thoughts 
become mutated in the thick saturation
of insecurity,
and the contents of my brain
slowly begin to liquify.

As Love Dies -2

As Love Dies #2

In me, I see the twilight of that day of the year,
Where weathering leaves could not hold on,
As this chill of romance, your love made me feel dried,
While the big lads sat aside laughing at me,
As our love dies and I know how I love you as go.

Because I thought when dare calls us, we will not care,
A dream I wished you could stand to bear,
My bed is catching a cold because you are not here,
Reality embraced is my loss, but pains, I couldn't squash the "perfect time" I swear,
Though to you was a game chase won and quit,
As the love dies,.... it echoed.

I ran in shame of vulturous eyes chasing me,
Death seconds itself, which by night takes away,
The beauty in the life of our love and romance,
You did not understand the full intensity of my pain,
As you made me love-shy.

When did the effervescence of our love stop to bliss?
How did the plantation of our love liquify to decay?
You served your beauty with no excuses,
As you take my pie for granted, oh! Oh! As love fades away...

The Balcony Bows

The balcony bows like a bridge unmaintained.
Song birds are silent, their hearts uninspired.
Grape vines hunker down as if never trained.
Scarlet petals fall, their fragrance expired.

Shattered is the night sky like sharp glass shards.
Sparks, once in our eyes, liquify the ground.
Minstrels are mute in abandoned courtyards.
Pitter-patter is the refraining sound.

Masquerade faces can no longer hide
from the truth that beauty departs with death.
A dagger divides a young groom and bride;
lamenting cries consume their final breath.

The script is flipped over like clover in mud.
Misconstrued love poisons life-giving blood.


8-15-2022

Profound Elation

Incinerate me with your fierce ardor
Dissolve your very being into me
We converge and detonate
Into a state of bliss
Your osculations are exceptionally pleasurable
As i liquify and flow into your veins
To forever be in your heart literally
Intaking your ambiance straight to my brain
Seeping into your arms like molten wax
Endeavoring to extract your very essence
Longing uncontrollably for your contact
Your hands not only touches my skin
Your hands caresses my heart and soul
Sending me spiraling into penetrating delight
That overcomes my senses and renders me
Susceptible to your every impulse
Which always leaves my form 
Vibrating ferociously
Purrrrr

Eye It -- Buy It

Espy it
Eye it
Identify it
Buy it
Untie it
Liquify it
Fry it
Dry it
Fortify 
Glorify it 
Dignify it
Purify It
Certify it
  C'mon -- try it!
  Can't -- On a diet...

After the Storm

Rainwater stands in rippling pools, or trickles by.
Sharp fusillades of hail pelt down...and glance --
Far distant thunder calls, and echoes a reply.

Sunshine, streaming through the clouds, lights up the sky;
Like sunlight, shattered by a prism, rainbows dance --
Rainwater stands in rippling pools, or trickles by.

In search of worms, a daring robin, keen and spry --
As warbling songbirds greet a pristine world, entranced.
Far distant thunder calls, to echo a reply.

The earth seems, here and there, to nearly liquify --
Stray raindrops falling, glisten...happenstance.
Rainwater stands in rippling pools, or trickles by.

In full glorious bloom, wildflowers revivify...
Like tiny armies, windswept, sway and prance;
While distant thunder calls, to echo a reply.

Rows of thunderheads, arraigned, withdraw on high --
While shadows flee -- daylight makes swift advance.
Rainwater stands in rippling pools, or trickles by;
While distant thunder calls, to echo a reply.


Previously published in Lyrical Iowa, 1993



Written March 27th, 2005

Below Freezing

The chill of reality
has settled it's rime
upon my tender flesh
and the temperature
is below freezing tonight

I'm searching for a human quilt
to help liquify
these winter feelings
into summer rain,
but there's no one around
just cold stone
and the heartbeat of my pen
slowly icing over

Inferno

Thanatos comes, Thanatos goes
Leaving me
But taking my love
Taking my freedom
Taking my identity
Leaving me riches beyond the imagination of Hades
But reaped me of all that I hold dear
Leaving me to grope for a hand that doesn’t let go
Leaving me falling forevermore
Taking my identity
But I will rise as a great fire
Raging across their perfection
Rid of the parasites of those brave enough
To stand up to their tyranny
But waves crash 
Overpowering the poor souls
Taking my identity 
Pressing them to liquify to become one with them
Who torture
Who embrace with a knife in hand
Taking my identity
Claiming they save
But perfection is what they crave
To rid the world of those with immunity
To their waves of loathing
Taking my identity
But I will rise
As a raging fire
That frees the imprisoned brave 
That frees the identities 
Imprisoned by the nymphs 
Phobos’ grip let free
Those of brave heart 
Phobos let free 
Those of intelligence
Trance of surrender set free
Raging fire 
Embrace them 
Imprison Fear
Melt the chains of Phobos
Of fear
Raging fire has overwhelmed me 
Set me free
Of my captors
That stole my identity
That enchanted me with their idea of perfection
Of justice
Of love
Of calm 
Raging fire
Burn away the shells of us 
That we have become at the tyranny of the water
Raging fire 
Freed
Calm that once enchanted 
Has been set to passion
A raging fire
Inferno 
Has set us free of their tyranny

Date: March 20th,2019
Contest: 'Intensity'
Sponsor: Julia Ward

Tiktok Songs - Part 1

I’m chilling and doing homework tonight. Leaning into it.

Last night one of our suitemates (Julia) turned 21 - she’s barable. Not that we get carded anywhere - I’ve never had trouble getting into clubs or ordering drinks - I mean never have I ever.

She had her birthday party at a place called Mory’s, in New Haven, which is very Yale themed. We ate dinner in the “captain’s room,” where every picture on the wall is a Yale team captain of some sort. They even have a whiffenpoof plaque. It’s so Yale-core it’s funny.

Have you ever heard of a drink called a “Singapore Sling?” Me neither, until last night. Then, somehow, there were undrinkable oceans of it. I had six of them, sitting at a bar and I felt nothing. Then I stood up and my bones seemed to liquify. Leong and Anna reeled me in.

I was hangin this morning though, I mean rocky-socks drunkover. My senses seemed sharper, my optical nerves dialed up all the way. The air seemed bright and I swear I could’ve heard the sun burning if people would’ve just stopped all that annoying breathing.

I had a biochemistry quiz at 9am and I can’t wait to see how I did. Later, at breakfast (I had a piece of toast), Peter felt free to offer his sensible, 26-year-old, bropinion. I said, “You’re so wise,” as I steel-eyed him, “I-guess-you-never.”


Slang…
barable = drinking age
hangin = hungover
rocky-socks = really hungover
drunkover = still a little drunk but hungover
bropinion = a guy's (bro) opinion
I-guess-you-never = you're a hypocrite (but WAY ruder)

Projecting

Definitions strain contends defensively
no obligation of restraint ~ creativity
lures its object, beauty, to the mind
and leaves insipidness behind, behind!

Nor desecrate as if alone
reactions tempered my unknown,
insolvent only as to loan
does liquify its purpose own!

Then dissipates as if my prone
were self existing, ne'er by sown ~
To live my art, I must condone
needs deprivation . . . for my poem!

The Deal She Signed

A diaster that fell through the cracks
A mystery of lies
He wishes he was one of her facts
But when you take a beauty that doesn't look
A change in the wind will be the fall
There's a dialtone
She's too dead to take his call

When he looks foward the future is sepia toned
She gave his life the color she now lacks in her cheeks
Yet denial phoned
That was the call that was taken
A heart that refuses to believe its breaking
All those smiles she was faking

Fragments of his soul sits gray in the ashtray
The ice in his eyes liquify
She vowed her soul to a hellbent guy before his eyes
He jumped up to say "she might as well die"
But he would never want to make her cry

Golden rings lock in
She signs her soul over 
So that she could spare her lover's life 
Because that's what Lucifer told her

If he knew he'd rather be six feet under
Than to have been saved at the cost of Lucifer being by her side

Spring

Spring 



A sweet whistling breeze 
Sways upon 
A mighty tree 
Bare and dead as it seems
Awakens from a deep sleep


A cool, crisp mist
Trails through the fog
A dreary winter left behind 
Buds open up
And leaves assume their position 

Black gloomy silhouettes of bird skating on ice 
Fish fossilized and frozen in time 

Nut and berry 
The awakening has begun 
The sun shines brighter
And for a longer duration 
Thunder brings rain 
And nourishment, 
Icicles liquify
And drip are rain drops 
Toads leave their hiding place 
To eat and to mate 

Such is true of toad and snake , 
Of lizard and bee eater 
Of flamingo 
Long necked and elongated legged
Flamingo assemble  for feeding and coupling 
Of moth and butterfly 
Of cricket and grasshopper 
Daises surround the place 
All the mamas of the forest 
Guard their eggs for summertime
Taking a risk on life 
They dig and build nests to survive



Marckincia Jean
Narrative 
07/16/19

Ice Cream On a Summers Day

To me , 
Loving you was like 
That one warm august day 
The one forever imprinted in your brain. 
When your parents finally 
Let you chase down the ice cream truck
The 5 dollar bill burning in your pocket
Impatiently waiting to choose which flavour you want 
After weeks and weeks of hearing it’s songs
Only to be told you’ve had enough treats 
Watching all the other kids 
Sticky sherbet and chocolate dripping from their mouths 
Barely taking breathes between each lick
Unable to fully beat the summer heat
But they didn’t care 
Oh 
how I wish it was me
I would give anything to taste the frozen treat
I craved the piercing ice on my tongue
To feel it melt within my mouth as my throat made it liquify 
My body’s internal temperature evaporating all it used to be
Flowing thru my body like a river
Feeling it in all my tissues and cells 
Every part of me 
All summer long
I sat there wishing it could be me 
Wondering what it would be like 
dreaming so desperately 
Then the second last day of summer 
I heard the familiar jingles driving by 
Only to turn around to my mother
Emptying her wallet out 
Finally it was my turn 
I got to satisfy my craving 
I got to feel you flood my body like a river 
Even if it were only once 
You’ll always be my august day
The sweet childhood memories I cherish so deep

For Your Sake

Forget me quickly.
Don't let the summer heat
blister into fall.
Do not think of me fondly.
Do not think of me at all.

Let the thoughts liquify
of our incondescent affair.
This is not for you to bare;
so let this melt slippery
and wash with mid-summer rain
down a lost Italian drain.
Do not remember me sweetly.
Do not remember me at all.

Fungie