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Ellie Shelley Nov 2016
Water that stands still becomes a poisonous petri dish of parasites
No one willingly drinks it
No one, not even dogs can survive on it

You told me people were changing
Tried to make me promise not to change
I didn’t think anything of it
I’ve always been a creature of habit
But I didn’t realize every still frame you took of us was turning us too still -
Stagnent

Every Creek runs a stream
Every stream runs a river
And water is always traced back to the oceans
The oceans
They support millions if not billions of creatures
Millions of different sources creating a big beautiful constantly moving changing habitat
Every part working together
And while parts of the ocean get terribly still
There is always a storm
Wave crashing destroying beautiful things
Only to be rebuilt in an even more fantastic way

Now don’t get me wrong stagnant water supports life
Like disease carrying bugs
And the bacteria that can give you malaria
Stagnation can take over whole creeks, streams, even ponds
Destroying whole ecosystems
Letting things rot

You said that I have started to change
Tried to make me think I was doing the wrong thing
When I put myself and my family first
When I kept running
You kept yelling
“WE HAVE TO STAND STILL”
Your toxicity can no longer touch me
I’ve found the ocean
An amazing ecosystem working together supporting life
Moving together and separately
Supporting growth

While your stagnant puddles are evaporating from the sunlight,    
The bugs keep crawling on you

But your disease can no longer touch me
Parasites can no longer reach me
I’m running and flowing
moving and growing through this ocean
And you stay still
In your still frame stagnant puddle
Joey  Sep 2013
stars implode
Joey Sep 2013
gloom looks so good on you
we're doomed. theres no room for two.
a stagnent game of islolation
ironic, chronic concentration

on rainy days
wet shadows play
the melancholy dries away
caught between a dying sun, a loaded gun, the ides of May.

******, ****** desolation
injected with the sweet sensation
in loving hate, you despise creation
we are deep. unconscious. animations.

i like, i hate, i love, i loath
schizophrenic panic mode
like me, hate me, love me cold.
i watch the stars

and stars implode.
Linaji  Nov 2011
Substratum
Linaji Nov 2011
Substratum

Beneath the surface there are blocks of time
a keep ticking ticker
investments in soiled identities that are loosing
clots of what never was.

There is treasure too, locked away in a nautilus shell
waiting for the call of the wild key
bits and bobs of let loose and fancy free
Also locked away is my familiar
azure blue and tonic green amiability

The 'cannot' telling is the buzzing round your
sailent (fears) ears,
like unused sails
slapping at thin defeated air strikes called
possibilities...

here

I avoid all contact
(you asked me to)

yet here

you display stagnent reaction
with absent mind
you forget the yesterdays
and how you long to hear
what you ask me not to say

absent now
both of us have decided in secret:

lock out the playful place
slide below the surface (substratum)
(we find) serendipitous angst, common place
cross our fingers behind our backs
as promises

will not fix our fateful syntax

Linaji
Taylor Katzman  Jan 2015
IX
Taylor Katzman Jan 2015
IX
White noise, stagnent air
Isolation, constant despair
Guilt-ridden neglect; painful to recollect
I cry out in pain, quickly circling the drain
My mind; desolate fearful
Dancing with the devil, far from cheerful
John B  Apr 2016
It's Alive
John B Apr 2016
Aloof fool toiling on 22s

Torrent in toe

Tangible branchable bearings beset

Animus stagnent infact

Solution in stasis

Compacted it's stable

Refracting the bable

Encoding the tables

Producing the key
Blue Flask May 2015
Its much to hot for you here
Im sorry for that
you have to long to wait
till you'll bring back the cold
i love you
there is no doubt there
but i hate you when you leave
take me away
i feel the sun
beating down its hatred
i feel this rough paper
boiling hot in this arid day
i feel my pocket
empty
i cant trust myself with it
not in this heat
i look over this almost stagnent pond
this is what ive become
a wanderless vagabond
never letting go of the past
(she's not coming back)
saying i have to write
these verses that i hate
so i know that someones reading
even if its something
i didnt want to write
I’m starting to realize the truth of the universe and karma.  
Karma is given to you daily, and no it’s not a bad thing.  
It’s lessons, it’s all a lesson.  
If you hurt someone then you too will be hurt in that way by someone else.  
This is because you have to learn from experience.  
Humans learn from experience.  
As much as experience hurts, it teaches you how to better yourself tomorrow.  
Depression is the biggest lesson I’ve learned in my life thus far.  
You don’t realize the amount of hurt that you can inflict on someone by doing nothing.  
That’s the problem with depression, you settle.  
You settle with the heart ache.  
You settle on just giving up.
You lose friendships and love,
But you just don’t care.  
You lose yourself,
And eventually you stop looking for her.  
But depression doesn’t last,
Nothing in this world does.  
And that’s the beauty of it all.
You cannot have peace without first knowing what hell is like.  
You would not appreciate the joys of peace,
If you have never known the sorrows of hell.
You cannot love someone fully,
Without knowing what it’s like to not feel love at all.
You wouldn’t know whether the love were pure or not.  
You cannot move on and change and grow,
If you have always been stagnent.
You would not appreciate the beauty of life.  
We are human, yes we make mistakes..
but those mistakes are for reasons.  
Look at those who wrong you and just give them love,
Because you’re already at an advantage being the victim.  
Having wrong done to you, teaches you how it feels.
When something hurts you, You don’t do that thing to another.
You learn to love from the pain.  
Look at those who wrong you and just give them peace,
Know that they are coming from a broken place and screaming for help.  
Be love always, there is not enough in this world right now.
Sav  Nov 2020
Mourning Dove
Sav Nov 2020
Like a river,
time can flow.

It can be stagnant.  

Mid morning nightmares for breakfast.

Some bad coffee,
from some bad place.

I face the day
like I face
my reflection.

Hesitantly,  
with teeth barring.

Lips curled,
into a suggestive
smile.

Stagnent,

like a swamp.

Of some forgotten tomorrow, over

yonder.

At least I remember the sweet song of the mourning dove.

the

Morning,

Dove.
Still wondering
Kiss of sweetness
Cheers of drinking smiles
Chimeras of light house
Round pool of clay
Slowing pace
Stagnent face
Cheer's

— The End —