Somewhere unread
Nick Benjamin Mowery

I lie in my bed
And search in the dark
All that I need
Is one tiny spark
The tinder is here
The wood and the fuel
But desire is nothing
Without action, you fool!
I want to escape
Leave all this behind
For loss is but freedom
With a bad name assigned
As I lie in this bed
With my tethers and chains
I think about love
I think about planes
I think about flying
Away from this bed
To somewhere less snug
Somewhere unread
I think of this place
This place that's unknown
And I think that this place
Is where I'll feel at home

mais
mais
Mar 25

today I decided that humans are like books
enjoyed by some,
not by all,
studied by people,
who hope to find the true meaning
become wary and torn,
once they've been used too much
bring joy to some,
but sadness to others
some are noticed by many,
others stand alone
but most importantly,
they all have stories to tell

the idea came from the saying "we are all books because we have spines and stories to tell"
#poetry   #life   #thoughts   #people   #books  
Sarah Alana Cayton
Sarah Alana Cayton
Dec 21, 2011

I don't know where we're going,
but I can tell you where I've been..
and I'd tell you every detail,
but you'd throw me to the wind

you think you want to know,
what made me who I am,
but you have no idea,
where these blurry eyes once ran

I'd give these words to you,
from the bottom of my heart,
but you'd be wondering where I left you
and you'd forget what made you start..

Things are not as easy,
as we all want them to be,
but life is just a challenge,
given to you and me.

If you dig too deep into it,
with anyone but yourself,
you risk loosing everything
a pattern that never fails

I've seen the way the tides roll in,
I've watched a plane take flight,
I've witnessed the birth of brand new life,
I've seen a grown man cry

I've been through towns I couldn't pronounce,
I've learned a lesson or two,
I've given up hope on a lasting love,
but I'll never give up on you

I've watched the sun rise from the East
while the moon followed closely
I've watched the planets I cannot fathom
shine brighter then the last one

I've been through the rain that I couldn't foresee
but I've bypassed a storm that sure would've killed me
and I've survived a few falls I shouldn't have had
while making a few choices that made a few people mad

I've flown over oceans, for hours on end,
I've deleted a few answers, when I should've hit send
I've answered a few questions that cost a few friends
but I've never lost respect for the powers that lend.

I'm thankful for the things
the greater being lets me see
and I live every day happy to breathe
I'll be there for you, forever and always
we can roam the states bumpy highways
open the sunroof so I can sit and stargaze
I'm sorry its not what you want it to be,
but maybe a friendship is just what you need...

if his work should go unread?
Larry B
Mar 18, 2011

Is a poet still a poet
if his work should go unread?
Or is he just a dreamer
with words inside his head?

Does a poet keep on writing
though no one knows his name?
Or spill his soul 'til his fingers bleed,
searching for his fame?

Does he dream of Poe as he writes his verse
in poetic harmony?
Or Count the Ways like Browning did
in sonnet forty-three?

Does he Take the Road Not Taken
like the late great Robert Frost?
Or take the road the others take
to find out that he's lost?

A poet is a poet
if his work should go unread
His words will stand the test of time,
in something that he said

if his words should go unread?
Whiskurz
Nov 28, 2012

Is a poet still a poet
if his words should go unread?
Or is he just a dreamer
with words inside his head?

Does a poet keep on writing
though no one knows his name?
Or spill his soul 'til his fingers bleed,
searching for his fame?

Does he dream of Poe as he writes his verse
in poetic harmony?
Or Count the Ways like Browning did
in sonnet forty-three?

Does he Take the Road Not Taken
like the late great Robert Frost?
Or take the road the others take
to find out that he's lost?

A poet is a poet
if his work should go unread
His words will stand the test of time,
in something that he's said

Relyn Anne Ramos
Relyn Anne Ramos
Apr 30, 2013

the scattered letters i know,
i turn into words
the thoughts floating in my mind
i turn into poetry
when vague, it becomes prose
when i can, i turn them into song

but, at all times—
they never reach you.

Clare
Clare
Nov 24, 2013

i used to smile
when you would text me
in the middle of the night
to tell me about your dreams

i used to laugh
when you called me
because you were too lazy
to type out your thoughts

but now
when your name comes up
on that little screen
i turn it off

because i would rather
hear from nobody at all
than hear from you

and i would rather not think about
the reasons why
you're not who i thought you were

I'm just a story unread,
CMT
Feb 11, 2013

I'm just a story unread,
a dusty old book
left untouched on a shelf,
all yellowing,
with pages worn and frayed,
and frayed heartstrings to match.

You're just a boy,
who fervently flicks
through hundreds of stories,
without much thought
as to how the story ends
once you've tossed your copy aside.

If you wanted, I'd let you flip me open
at the chapter of your choice,
so you could pour over my pages,
devour the details,
and enter my story,
even just for a page or two.

I'm not asking you
to make the purchase, I know
this place is full
of stories better told,
with heroines more beautiful
and brave than I.

Just hold me momentarily,
reach out,
stroke my spine,
scan through my clumsy narrative,
let me hold your attention
for just a few minutes.

You can leave your smudgy fingerprints
on my blank, white spaces
and then you can shut my cover,
toss me aside,
back on the shelf and let the dust
gather on me once more.

And an unread message.
Caytlin Rae
Caytlin Rae
Apr 3, 2013      Apr 5, 2013

Today, I was screwing around on my laptop, like always.
My homework opened in one tab,
My life opened in the other.
Looked around on Facebook,
Catching up on old news and gossip.
A message from you popped up,
And I was faced with a dilemma.
You know, I haven’t spoken to you
Since graduation. Since our break up.
You’ve been a void in my life for a year,
Our old friends have avoided me for year.
If you ask me where I’ve been, I guess I’ll say that
Well, It’s not that I disappeared,
It’s just that I’ve moved on,
While you moved in an opposite direction.
I needed space to grow,
And you needed stability…
You needed solidity, but I was a wild sea
In a storm, throwing all objects out of my way.
You were the one trying to calm the thunder
While everyone else hid from the hurting.
I took all you had in your now drained heart,
And I hope this past year allowed you time
To fill that perfect heart back to the brim.
Because since last year, I’ve had room to grow.
I’ve become more of myself than you ever saw.
The person that you tried to save,
She drowned in the storm
And was born completely anew.
And here I am, contemplating all the things
That I have to fill my life.
And how I am ready as ever,
For you and your perfection…
And an unread message.

1.1 - I am unread    
13
13
May 10, 2013

1.1 - I am unread    
        
1.2 - those letters of condolence lying on the bed    
        
1.3 - that ephemeral note initialed in red    
        
1.4 - that formal invitation for the newly wed.    
        
2.1 - A disturbed heart to caress    
        
2.2 - with words unfit to address    
        
2.3 - A tragic dusk beckons unless    
        
2.4 - here distress succeeds success.    
        
3.1 - Patience lost and passed around    
        
3.2 - anxious fell the tragedy crown    
        
3.3 - the coldest breeze brought it down    
        
3.4 - A stranger to all upon its ground.    
        
4.1 - A swindled tongue that once had said    
        
4.2 - all that bleeds will soon be dead    
        
4.3 - like the fading memory you choose to dread    
        
4.4 - A feigning heart yet to be read.    
        
5.1 - Those words of goodbye by despair led    
        
5.2 - with an ugly truth left to confess    
        
5.3 - that missive of hope which never turned to sound    
        
5.4 - still unread.

alt. reading: 1  
1.1 - 2.1 - 3.1 - 4.1 - 5.1
1.2 - 2.2 - 3.2 - 4.2 - 5.2
1.3 - 2.3 - 3.3 - 4.3 - 5.3
4.4 - 2.4 - 3.4 - 1.4 - 5.4

alt reading: 2
1.1 to 1.4 - 5.1
2.1 to 2.4 - 5.2
3.1 to 3.4 - 5.3
4.1 to 4.4 - 5.4
 
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