Endless Complete silence Utter stillness Staring out, endless Contemplating and tapping my fingers against the table They make shallow beats With the inatomate object That is considered dead as a heartless animal But I still keep my lips sealed Though my eyes have tears that shed In secret I keep them in check Just because I don't want them to spill Like the milk They say has no use for crying over But still I go lower Sink in my chair until I am a squished fetus Deep in the womb of suffocation Fighting to come out into the bright world Too bad all I have to do is lift my head Too bad I'm scared of my own shadow Seasons Your eyes are leaves They change with the season of your soul Dancing in a shaman's fire circle They explode with pallets of color A red-orange inner flame reflected out They are as crisp As your grasp That I feel as I smile Can you soften my trust Could you leave an impression on the chair when you aren't there Sort of like a friendly ghost That makes me warm instead of afraid Invisibility how you wreck Embrace I wait for, for it never unleashes But still I expect you to stroll along And comfort me in the chills of winter Rain Rain how you wash over me You glide down to hide my tears So soft is your speech As you pat on the rocks and riverbank You make nature’s hypnosis activate suddenly And I’m still a child caught in surprise Still wondering how I made it here Was it all just a fantasy watching the rings of water spiral out further as I leap inside the ripples continue to shutter Rain Still falling like bombs of grace To splash out my harsh memories To drown all thoughts, simply Was the objective Lucid Living Why do we have to be afraid of ourselves? Like the creature too afraid of its own shadow Because it reflects the inner darkness That so unexpectedly errupts when it's touched too much Hiding is much easier than letting you see She says to me And I can't help but to see myself in her lost eyes I'm still just a wandering child, in beautiful unknown fright Awaken by my elders, gazing up to their mesmerizing heights Too small to reach the cupboard And feed like a wild animal running with the hunt But still I grow to become untameable No one understands why I can see their silloutes Their hopeless tears soak their clothes, like presperation Breaking their boundries, ripping their ties Begging to be alive in lucid dreams rather than Earth The Fall Ready to peak Certainly I'll stumble to the top Of this feel A grip of solid mountain to keep my soar Surreal Bird eye view I'll think of you even when I fall Under This Tree Today I guess there always is a sun to rise A drink to quench the deathly thirst Mountains that don't crumble like the rocks that hold them together They unfold like nurturing breast upon the Earth The trees dance in the jazzy wind Zesty and ready to begin Lusting for people's eyes to turn away from the mirror To see what beauty lies in front of them But they'd rather turn red at a kiss Blush in heat from drunk lips Be tied in lies that make you feel missed, which makes you feel bliss Guess they'd rather miss the love that never turns it back Nostalgia Nostalgia, how bitter sweet you taste. So warm and dark in my blood. You flood my body with feeling and thought. Kind of like a drunk numb. To space out what I've done. What I can't take back And what makes me smile just because of the experience. How artistic it can be to play out your old life. Your past times. Caught on cameras and recordings. Haunting in the beauty of simplicity, abstract life lines. Keep My Cool I'm trying too hard To come out empty handed But there I stare And still nothing I've given out all I can But I guess it'll never amount Or stack up to any significance In your plans So leave me alone That's all I want from you So you can stare at your hand And see it full So you can love another right in front of me While I have to keep my cool Better Left Unsaid I'd like to say hi if it means anything My words fall so loosely from my mouth And your words spew inside your head but are never uttered So I guess I'll stand here and I'll just have to wonder Sit here in the warmth but not the comfort Unwind and shatter in my own silence And wonder why such things are better left unsaid Forget Me No, no it's alright I don't mind Being off your mind I don't mind being left in the dust Of the old energy that flowed like a river through your eyes Don't worry everything will be just fine I'll sit here in my little corner, surrounded by the trees See if mother nature has any wisdom for me To figure out my own solitude To forget you, as you forget me In Your Depths If I could unveil you from the strain of physical impossibility And show you how to see with your heart How to expand yourself in every direction You would see the world as it is- a play ground There is no impossible only the weak There is no fear in pain or feeling For what is a mind but an vast, boundless, fruit That will eventually rot and have flies buzzing around it's empty skin Use it while it's here Feel that energy rumble in your depths Build it up through your chest Beckon your fire and breathe it in
Hi - just read your post: - Both profound and personal, they sound to me, Have faith, in time you'll surely, find the key, To open gates to patures new, And there find happiness that will be true - Have Faith
I cant write to save my life but i love your poems especially Endless and Lucid living , really excellant stuff .You have a gift -enjoy it
A lot of your work boast profound wisdom, but honestly I see incredible foolishness. Naive like almost in that you are slipping into shoes sizes too big. You do a well enough job at that. Good writings BTW. Nice collection of poems Better Left Unsaid stood out PS: there is a poetry section if you are interested in posting poetry.
Don't know if I am aloud to say or ask.......but here goes. When our rock site restarted soon, we are looking for cool poems and short stories, we would welcome yours. Peace Out
"Ay, in the grove of the temple and in the shadow of the citadel I have seen the freest among you wear their freedom as a yoke and a handcuff. And my heart bled within me; for you can only be free when even the desire of seeking freedom becomes a harness to you, and when you cease to speak of freedom as a goal and a fulfilment." -Kahlil Gibran Your signature made me think of this Intermittent repose Intermittent repose Let me reprose; time froze... wait... see... What we are is much more then we believe "You shall be free indeed when your days are not without a care nor your nights without a want and a grief, But rather when these things girdle your life and yet you rise above them naked and unbound."
