#unsettled poems on Hello Poetry

Kate Ballalatak Jan 2016

Keep things where they settle.
Settled.
It settled there, so keep it there.
Wrapped.
It's wrapped there, in bubble wrap;
Placed in the box, very carefully.
Bubble wrap fits nicely in boxes.
The pretty box is labeled:
“DO NOT DISTURB. DO NOT TOUCH.”
Don't open Pandora's box.
"I won't." Just a little touch...
She slips and it blasts open. The wind billows
throughout the room, knocking her
off her feet.
Torn pieces of paper dance in the gusts of wind
and settle, placing themselves in a circle
around her.
She's wrapped
up in words unseen, unheard.
Unsettled.
Keep things where they settle.

#words #girl #dance #pretty #unsettled

ailemA Nov 2015

How could I forget?

How could I forget?

         I was surrounded, confused,
        Overwhelmed, infused.
        Every waking moment,
        I breathed for you.
        I breathed Because of you.
        Everything I would do,
        It was challenging, it was new,
        It was with you.

             How could I forget?

        You made the hairs on the back of my neck stand,
        Constant butterflies and a shiver ran,
        Through my spine,
        Disc to disc,
        Wish for wish,
         I wouldn't take back any of it.

             How could I forget?

        Sentimental. Empty bottles I kept.
        Theres only one I held onto I regret,
        Keeping it bottled up to the brim.
        I'm volatile. Low boiling point.
        I'm missing something that needs,
        To be filled like an empty bookcase,
        But I find books hard to read.

         Why can't I seem to be at peace?

         Why am I tormented by my past feelings,
         When i try to go asleep?

"Clearly she isn't over her"
* ¡¡None of your business how I deal with things!!*
Putting these up is actually helping me though

#love #breakup #old #personal #unsettled

cyanide skies Aug 2015

unsettled

i like to start off poems
with a sort of unsettled sometimes
because the absence of strict time progression
seems more abstract.
but maybe i
with my broken keys
stuck without caps lock
should maybe realize
that seeming more abstract
isn't the point.
i like to start off poems
with a sort of unsettled sometimes
because i can't immediately come to grips
with the sort of starry wording
i need to describe the way the constellations
align in my heart, only sometimes
*all the time

**

#love #heart #time #stars #constellations #uncertainty #unsettled

ryn Jan 2015

Tornado

.
             *the *future is...a tornado of uncertain-
          ty• a swirling vortex, in its centre is
me•such power and speed, can ne-
ver see•can never foretell, it's hid-
den debris•like clockwork, it will
   make contact•by the second, bra-
cing for next impact•the past is...
  yet another•wild winds that echo
     my mistakes as reminder•this twis-
      ter within...tearing with no remo-
           rse•destroying confident strong-
             holds, breaking feebly boarded
           doors•can't ease the rage...eat-
    en from the inside•won't stop
until...my beating heart had
        died•the present is...only this
   frail little body•fighting huge
battles that come incessantly
•fending off the future, con-
    taining the past•not know-
ing how long.......this disas-
ter would last•but I'm still
   here.....still holding integ-
   rity......•still fighting this
war waged in history's
folly•will i be settl-
ed? will the winds
ever abate?•
will i ever
      come to
terms...?
will i
ever
    acc-
          ept
                     fa
                 t
               e
             ?
             •

#unsettled #concretepoetry #hellopoetry107 #tornadoinme

AMcQ Nov 2014

-The Night-

I hate the night and it's untimely creations.
The avalanche of loose words
doused on closed eyes,
begging to be assembled
into flowing images or
melodic alliterated sentences.
Adjectives lurk under sealed eyelids.
Verbs implore the body to respond.
Mocking my stillness they urge
limbs to act out in their name.
Verses arrange and rearrange
of their own accord.
They ebb and flow.
I'm too tired to grab them all.
Why now, when I crave nothing but sleep?
Why can't I conjure this brainstorm
in waking hours.
I grab a pen to write; semi-conscious.
It all jumbles into nonsense.
The dream state draws me back
to act out unconscious intentions.
I hate the night and all its promises;
Its lyrical musings
behind twitching eyelids.

I woke up one morning having written the bones of this poem during a really disturbed and unsatisfying nights sleep!

#dream #fear #horrors #hate #night #emotion #terror #unsettled #twitch #brainstorm

shaffenstein Oct 2014

Warpaint.

What stands after nothing,
what grows in the night?
What answers the calling,
what soothes untreated sight?
Tonight, without knowing,
know we sustained the right,
here now, without crumbling,
fight the dust in the mite.
We'll delight in the other,
never smother the fight...
but when hopeless
feels dopeless,
always answer the cry.

#self #battle #reflection #conflict #growth #wondering #unrest #unsettled

Dark Jewel May 2014

Heartbreaker

The pain intensifies.
Aching, searing pain.
That covers like a burning ember.
It skins the heart.

Tearing it apart,
Into a billion pieces.
This pain.
Is a heartbreaker.

You left me...
Behind the walls,
Of Hell.

#heartbreak #unsettled #3feelings

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