Night, gripped by future thoughts I lie,
Mind nocturnal, never blinking eyes,
Day's events and those to come don't rest only rush
Heart hastens shadowing pace, moves respite out of touch
Perspective the enlightener sprouts a shoot,
A momentary distraction which begins to take root
Breath is vacuumed slowly from nose to chest,
Streaming laden air out, a peaceful wind lays upon breast,
Mind slows recognising nights familiar touch,
Sleep content, knowing, I'm but a mindful piece of dust
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 5:48 PM UTC
Life is lived between the waves
In those moments prior to being carried or pushed,
What make you of those moments
When life’s ocean ebbs and flows
Infrequently offering just enough respite
That you may catch sight of what awaits
Whether its better to resist against or float atop
Is not sometimes known until afterwards
To know so little, arrive at land
And walk forth
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 12:32 PM UTC
It is friendship, in that, being friends is what matters most.
Yet dangerous friends, we could be lovers,
Passionate impulses, should we be *******
Not touching brings uneasiness,
So we kiss and stare,
Shattering anxiety laden air.
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 5:42 AM UTC
And so I have lost you, and I have lost you fairly
Yet we gained a piece of each other
The end, those honest hours shared
A glimpse, a touch, a taste, of a temporary reality
A beautiful thing, made more precious by impermanence
Yet, something that we felt, since that first time
How can it be explained,
Chemistry paints too primitive a picture
To occupy, so much of the other,
When circumstance and situation should not have allowed
Existing on borrowed time,
As we found new ways to give time contusions
Almost always effortless despite obstacles, and stretched ethics
All or nothing, is everything anyone deserves
In our all, we may have found everything
Nothing is fairer, than something
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 1:43 PM UTC
The garden grows in all directions
Amidst the influence of interfering hands
The waterfall in motion is ceaseless,
Whether asked kindly or implored
Made powerless by that which cannot be changed
Yet, made powerful by knowing that which cannot be changed
The garden grows in all directions
Gardened by our hands
The water falls around us
In the spaces that we created
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 6:20 AM UTC
Offence has no real validity,
Yet it is used to justify the taking of lives
Is there one, that the world does not offend
If so that person has not lived or felt,
Warlords, rapists, racists, murderers and those who are cancers on society walk among us daily
Those who profess to know the will of god and act on his behalf,
Perceiving and executing unhelpful dogma that infects our reality
The words respect and correctness have become harbingers for cowards,
As our muteness silently strips us of our freedom,
Apologies are offered gift wrapped in fear
Sticks and stones still break our bones but pictures and words now **** us**
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 8:26 PM UTC
I could write another boring story of her comprehensive beauty,
How all before her are brought to a pause,
But that's not the case or the truth
Truth is her beauty is finely balanced, To some she's ugly
She's not sweet tasting, but rather, strong and passionate
Words tempt my tongue, as hers are often crude and unnecessarily pointed
Her look, somewhat disguised, is not soft or subtle,
Her gait lacks elegance and fluidity
Her ideals, still orientating, while her desires begin to de-fuzz,
Her intellect steady, growing, but rusty in its current environment
Experience limited, yet pursuit of it growls, signifying a growing hunger
So womanly, so weak, so strong, such foolish bravery,
So much wrong, so little right,
Such an attraction I have never felt,
Such beauty I have never known
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 11:47 PM UTC
She loved to dance,
the music didn't matter much
It was the feeling,
freedom, surrendering,
I think it was a way of communicating for her
A switch of the hips,
tap of the foot or snap of the wrist
Illustrated her innermost feelings
I could never read dance
So for me it was only ever an obscure but intimate moment shared
Spoken words are my tools and I amplified my pointed but spinning feelings often and in person,
With no music playing, no time to reflect or poetry to serve as a conduit,
She would freeze and struggle in the immediacy of my spoken words,
These tools constructed small wonders leaving her still
For all the wrong reasons
Dissonance grew beneath the roof of these wonders
Breaching the walls,
always at nightfall,
We were slaves to our mediums
Our mediums enslaved us
She never knew the steps I was shuffling in were mimicking hers,
I didn't know the routine and her music muffled my words leaving them weak,
Hindsight, reason and honesty our last chance to dance and speak.
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 11:15 AM UTC
Following Ember Evanescent's Dear Blank Challenge (http://hellopoetry.com/poem/944579/dear-blank-challenge-please-please-read-this-and-repost-try-to-keep-it-going-hellopoetry-dear-blank-challenge-secret-santa-poems-except-not-secret-and-not-santa-random-actpoem-of-kindness-stranger-poetry-appreciation/)... here is my appreciation of your work written down.
Worley's words make one think,
Often times simple thoughts expressed in a beautiful figurative tone,
Imagery delivered succinctly, accurately, yet holding onto aesthetics
A voice is felt, and appears consistently
Not perfect, nothing is,
His poetry is uniquely his
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 7:09 AM UTC
"DEAR BLANK CHALLENGE" PLEASE PLEASE READ THIS AND REPOST TRY TO KEEP IT GOING: HELLOPOETRY "DEAR BLANK" CHALLENGE SECRET SANTA POEMS EXCEPT NOT SECRET AND NOT SANTA RANDOM ACT/POEM OF KINDNESS STRANGER POETRY APPRECIATION
I thought it might be nice to do like a secret santa thingy on hellopoetry only not secret and not santa… what I mean is, find a random stranger you literally have never met and do NOT know at all whose poetry you like and spend actual time genuinely reading their work, picking out your favorite lines and responding to them, pondering them, etc. Write something positive to them and post it as a poem with their name in the title. The “DEAR BLANK” challenge only you put their name instead of “blank”. I think we could all use a little recognition that we exist and are worth something since everyone seems a little depressed on here (including myself) which is fine, it’s a great outlet but it would be nice for people to just spontaneously find that a random stranger spent time in their life just to recognize you and care about your poetry. To write a kind poem/letter to them responding to lines in their poetry. If you need an example I just posted DEAR IMALRIGHT which was exactly what I meant. Check out imalright's poetry btw it is amazing.
I plan on doing for more than one person and I'd love for you to do the same. Spread a little kindness, we could all use a little.
Also message me if you are going to do the challenge and message the stranger you do the DEAR BLANK challenge for so they know to look for and read your poem.
I just thought that Imalright who was a perfect stranger to me seemed like a wonderful poet and a wonderful person based on her poetry so I chose her.
You do that too if you accept the DEAR BLANK challenge.
INCLUDE DEARBLANKCHALLENGE AS A HASHTAG IF YOU DO THE CHALLENGE SO EVERYONE CAN FIND THEM
please repost this over and over so we can get as many people involved as possible and try and make a difference in a couple people's lives because I just want to make everyone feel loved but I'm just one girl, I can't do it alone. Please help me with this and join me in the DEAR BLANK challenge. Take time out of your day to properly appreciate someone's poetry who you do not know.
PLEASE REPOST LET'S GET EVERYONE INVOLVED!!! ;D
THANKS!
-EMBER EVANESCENT
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 6:50 PM UTC