#covers
_He is a child who covers his eyes with peep-hole hands and thinks himself unseen; he talks softly when the multitude shouts out loud, and hums sweet tunes to
block the trembling arpeggios and clashing riffs of humanity in discord.
He is overwhelmed by the silence of life's unspoken words.
He is a listener who also has something to say.
He sees into the hearts of men.
Will you let him
speak?
Speak
if you will, Shy,
of what lies within the hearts
of men - unspoken thoughts and peep-hole
tremblings - the whole of life’s silent and unseen somethings.
Softly now; block out the discordant shouts of the clashing multitude.
Close your sweet eyes and listen to those tuneful arpeggios and undercover
riffs. Talk to me. Can you hear the sweet sound of humanity humming out loud?_
Oct 20, 2019
Oct 20, 2019 at 9:41 PM UTC
buried beneath the doubt
it's so hard to find a way out
digging myself out of despair
when all I ever wanted was to disappear
it's painless to descend into the aftermath
at times I could convert to a sociopath
*but here I breathe
trying to discover what I need...*
if ever I fall again
it's catch and release
because I can't bear the glance on your face
all I'm reminded of is a big disgrace
existing is my last chance
looking back at my past
for just a second I can't escape
but something is telling me
there's another way
if I go down this path
what will that do for me?
who am I to question?
when the answer is inevitable
so I keep chasing
until I run out of breath
until then...
Aug 8, 2019
Aug 8, 2019 at 2:05 AM UTC
Sitting here on top of covers
I’m missing every moment
Every waking breath
Slowly watching you before me
I feel something fully new
I cannot place it
I feel like a cover
Something already done
I’m just repeating it
Cover me with love
Like I know you have inside
The type I’ve never been
Jun 20, 2019
Jun 20, 2019 at 10:09 AM UTC
Two young ladies arrived a Meeting wearing clothes that were quite revealing their body parts. Here is what the Chairman told them: He took a good look at them and made them sit. Then he said something that, they might never forget in their life. He looked at them straight in the eyes and said; "ladies, everything that God made valuable in this world is well covered and hardly to see, find or get.
1. Where do you find diamonds? Deep down in the ground, covered and protected.
2. Where do you find pearls? Deep down at the bottom of the ocean, covered up and protected in a beautiful shell.
3. Where do you find gold? Way down in the mine, covered over with layers of rock and to get them, you have to work hard & dig deep down to get them.
He looked at them with serious eyes and said;
"Your body is sacred & unique" You are far more precious than gold, diamonds and pearls, and you should be covered too."So he added that, if you keep your treasured mineral just like gold, diamond and pearls, deeply covered up, a reputable mining organization with the requisite machinery will fly down and conduct years of extensive exploration.
First, they will contact your government (family), sign professional contracts (wedding) and mine you professionally( legal marriage).But if you leave your precious minerals uncovered on the surface of the earth, you always attract a lot of illegal miners to come and mine you illegally. Everybody will just pick up their crude instruments and just have a dig on you just freely like that. Keep your bodies deeply covered so that it invite professional miners to chase you.
Let us all encourage our wives, friends and daughters to dress well and decent!
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 4:16 PM UTC
You took the train out of town in the morning
heading south
Left your smell behind among the covers when you went
In the early evening I lie in bed
hugging the pillow on which you slept
Taking in your sweet, familiar scent
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 4:32 PM UTC
You play me like a fool and I tie my hair up,
and we're coming home to the sounds of each others voices planted somewhere
In the vacuums of our chests, and your fingers are laced with
splinters and you breathe out the fumes of last night's arguments, so
I bust up a wall to avoid
bursting out in tears, I don't know what end we are clinging to
but I want my chest to be less hollow
seems like I drag everything in & then it
disappears, along with the nights we spent
missing each other & I am so afraid
to wake up with you gone, I am so afraid
that this thing will crawl back under the covers & not emerge again.
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 12:52 PM UTC
When he covers my mouth
I know it’s about to be good
He laid a blanket for me
On the ground
A pillow for my head
My hair, being pulled
He turns me around
Grasps my waist
Like he can’t wait
To tease me
and make me scream
Tie me up and use me
Harder hitting
Hurts, it hurts, but I like it
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 5:47 PM UTC
Please never go away
From our little paradise
Where you and I can stay
I don't want to be cold
Laying here all alone
Our story will go untold
So, come back and hold me
So I can melt away my struggle
In our little paradise where we can be
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 4:37 PM UTC
My life is divided into different rooms
as is my heart.
For as long as I remember,
from the time I used to care for decorations
to the time I am too lazy to clean up.
From the moments of sweet solitude by the window
to the clinking glasses and winking eyes.
The room belonged more to them
than to me.
And I often found it unsettling,
as if on a night
when I would be hiding under covers
not knowing what to fear,
someone would knock at the door
and with that knock, would come a pair of shoes
and a set of clothes, holding a person
whose face, motive or aim
would soon be inconsequential.
And slowly she would drag me
out of each room,
snatching away each memory that she touched,
knocking down my bookcases filled with my escape,
tearing away the wallpapers
behind which I hid my unvoiced cries.
The doors would be shut on my face,
leaving me out in a storm on a moonless night,
leaving me alone to face all that I didn’t know of
taking away all that I know.
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 2:32 AM UTC
The black clouds above blot out the light
The air becomes heavy and it fills me with fright
Shut tight my eyes and cover my ears
Hide under covers fighting my fears
Off in the distance is the sounding of Thunder
And then in one moment the sky split asunder
Dancing lightning setting fire to the sky
And from my mouth escapes a small cry
I am so small and so weak a helpless little child
Hold me close to you while the night rages wild
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 12:25 PM UTC
*** with you is so much more
Than skin on skin between the covers
When we collide I understand
What it truly means to be lovers
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 11:57 AM UTC
I met a girl in France,
Reading the same book!
Except it wasn't quite like that...
So my book turned into a cover.
It seemed I had picked up some thing mesmerizing,
While browsing a train station bookstore.
This tale of desire and loss enticed me,
But wasn't it just cheap fiction?
--------------------------------------------------
A girl met me in France,
And we got an empty beach at sunset!
Except it wasn't quite like that...
Trash littered the closing beach
closest to downtown Marseilles.
Loud speakers played
Something upbeat,
Missing its bass,
confusing it.
Even the sky was obscured.
But wasn't it still like that?
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 11:35 AM UTC
I woke up, freezing, in the middle of summer, because of the cold beneath these covers.
I miss you, you've changed.
You're not here, where have you been?
With whom?
Come back, don't leave me with these empty covers.
Will you please, please come back?
Will you take care of me?
Will I not be cold at night?
Come back.
Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 9:31 PM UTC
I cut myself open, peeked inside
to look for remorse
but found none.
You see, it was empty.
as if I had hid under the covers,
forgot to breathe
so that all my insides strangled
and only remembered how to die.
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 10:20 PM UTC
I build a road
And stacked up
Some stone.
The fireplace
Is ready for the
Both us, won't
You join me?
I have the softest
Of covers, and
The most comfortable
Pillows, love.
Baby, it's cold outside,
Won't you keep me warm?
I have been waiting too long.
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 6:07 PM UTC
I catch your scent in my covers and sheets as I roll over sleepily
I inhale it deeply
Savoring the familiar smell
Comfort, arms, forehead kisses
A solid chest covered in dark, soft hair
The sensation of your bare shoulder on my lips
The soft skin of your neck
The rasp of your beard on my cheek
The solidness of your strength curled around me
I comfort myself with the knowledge that this isn't permanent.
I exhale and smile, wrapping myself in the blankets before drifting back to sleep.
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 2:20 AM UTC
I wonder what goes through her head
She's like a book I've never read
The cover both enchanting and confusing me
I comment how her hair looks cute
And peel another piece of fruit
Turns out orange will rhyme with something
With pith under my finger nails
You interrupt, rebuff, regale
You said you know that I'm waiting for you
It seems the radio concurs
The DJ spins 'Venus in Furs'
As you amuse yourself to cure me
While that's less quote, more paraphrase
And now it's weeks instead of days
But you still get to stay equivocal
I'm feeling far too old to care
'Bout books and covers, pith and hair
So I'll just take it out on poetry
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 5:30 PM UTC
Sometimes when I dream
I get these awful nightmares
A tingling chill
As if anyone cares
I’m easily scared
Tossing and turning in the night
Hiding under covers
Where’s the night light?
Silent whispers
For I have no protection
Cracking Doors
For I’m the boogeyman’s selection
Now I’m running
Once I had drifted to sleep
Running from the darkness
This just makes me weep
I open my eyes
Giving me the creeps
Rustling leaves
Awaiting the sound of my alarm beep
I feel like someone’s staring
I think I’m having a seizure
Those eyes are burning through me
Doctor, perform a procedure!
Go Go Away I order you
Someone’s haunting my dreams
Unwilling to open my eyes
Life isn’t what it seems
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 1:09 AM UTC
Can't sleep
But I wake up
In a dim lit room
From lamps on the street
Can't move
But my arms will sink
Into the covers
Where I don't have to think
Can't yell
'Cause quicksand is thick
Down my throat
I'd rather give in
Enveloped by blankets
Swallowing tears
Dying like this
I'm facing my fears
Of death and the darkness
I'm deaf and I'm blind
Get me out of this hell
And more importantly,
My mind.
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 5:06 PM UTC