#dense
Dense canopy,
Can't penetrate.
Lost in the green,
A tree snake.
Kept hidden,
My voice can't escape.
Oct 18, 2025
Oct 18, 2025 at 5:00 PM UTC
Yesterday hid behind the dense
switchgrass
on the look out for us
to light candles of thought,
so it may remind us
of scent, quiet but lingering,
of a fragrance, infused beneath memories’ skin
and ferry us back in time.
seeking forgiveness,
seeking that we might forget,
on the eyes of restlessness an obol shall rest
and leave what was as dead,
as if a rash, cooled to no longer rage,
to no longer itch.
Yet, we can’t forget.
Unbidden, yesterday returns as spring
but with a hint of winter
and the frailty of things.
Do must we,
But break clocks
And wish gears lost,
In the end we are found
On the road where we
left our ghosts.
Sep 22, 2024
Sep 22, 2024 at 2:58 AM UTC
Like,
the truth of it hits you first,
And then afterwards
you're like: "Wait,
what does that mean?"
Feb 13, 2022
Feb 13, 2022 at 9:57 AM UTC
i can remember the pain,
but unlike most other pain
i can't feel its touch.
i can remember how it felt,
the smooth yet knife-like edge
slicing open my dense skin.
i can remember that feeling,
i yearn for it to come back
and haunt me.
i can remember the sweet release,
the deep incision
and i want it back.
yet i cannot remember how it felt,
i cannot feel the cold glass
that was once there.
but i want it back.
Jan 3, 2021
Jan 3, 2021 at 8:03 PM UTC
Bring out a couple clue
within their double clue
:
1) there was this existing ^height that attracts the rising of unwavering sound of a slow movement,
2) meanwhile,those impending rapid motion will all gathered by only one force then it will be spreading in to stable downfall !!!
Nov 4, 2020
Nov 4, 2020 at 10:47 PM UTC
You know that
There are always
Stars
Even when the clouds
Are most dense
But they will always
Go away eventually
Sometimes you have to
Stop
And remember things
Like these
Aug 12, 2020
Aug 12, 2020 at 6:35 PM UTC
Feeling unkempt from shortness of breath
Brain functions less as cloud covers ahead
Given a rest when energy spent
Lungs are suppressed
No control in the chest
Closeness too dense
Muffled words left to float in the air
Stifled and drowned
Faint from the crown
Blood pressure down
Warmth idling for me not to care
Few beads of sweat, heat heavy and wet
Recovery yet but soon on the mend
Aug 8, 2020
Aug 8, 2020 at 6:05 AM UTC
She says that people don’t listen to her
I hold back my retort that
“She doesn’t listen to others”
She mentions how everyone keeps leaving her
I hold back my retort that
“Maybe if you were more aware of others it’d be easier to stay with you”
Honestly,
It’s more complex than that
To an extent,
I admire
Her ignorance of her surroundings
Those around her
Because,
I’m hyper aware
Too self conscious
Too worried about how others think of me
She’s the opposite
So wrapped up in a cacoon
Of her own problems
She doesn’t notice those around her
But this can also pose problems
A LOT
Of problems
We were best friends in eighth grade
But we grew
And I couldn’t handle
Such a close relationship
With her
I tried to expressly wait for her
Remember her birdthday
She didn’t notice
Or even if she did,
It was never reciprocated
I was talking
She’d respond
Immediately switching
The conversation
To herself
It’s not maliciousness
It’s just plain ignorance
But what can I do?
I’m still friends with her
She’s just not-nowhere near
The top of my list
I can’t go up to her
And tell her this
She’d take it the wrong way
But even then,
Who am I to tell her how to live her life?
I have enough social issues of my own
And she’s fine just the way it is
It’s extremely frustrating
Seeing a problem
But being unable
To do anything
About it
She wants more friends
She has to put in that effort
And I can’t
Be
The
One
To advise her how
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 7:51 PM UTC
He called me dense
It still sticks to me
Not because
I'm hurt
or anything
But because,
I find it funny
I don't think I am
I do notice things around me
Honestly though,
half the time
it's a real pain to be
aware of everything
I know what I need to
I focus on what I deem important
Yet...maybe my lack of societal awareness
has dubbed me dense?
I certainly do sport a happy go lucky attitude
Often childish
Book smart,
but often confused
seeming
And I certainly do have
the annoying habit of people pleasing
while being shy
and diffident
at times
It's funny
I almost feel smarter with myself
When I'm with others
self-consciousness
self-doubt
social anxiety
naturally takes hold
It sometimes places me
in the role of under dog
Or is it dark horse?
The one,
who surprisingly pulls through
Surprisingly,
has abilities
I'm a little bit like a wave I suppose
On a stormy night
Lashing this way and that
as I please
Sometimes broken down
other times mowing my way through
So, maybe I am dense
Maybe I'm not
I don't know
Life...
can be described by many adjectives
But, let me keep mowing through
On my own merry way
Chugging like,
as my little brother would say,
A chu chu train
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 9:41 PM UTC
If you speak of me in such oily vinegar,
then reply to me with joy subsequent,
I shall think of you as polar Cressida,
as she slalomed between bi-encampment.
To see your mouth forming my name-
Blisters peeled back so I may openly lament-
Of every rolling hill your fingers grazed carefully,
And every forged wanderlust you splashed upon my chest
Hellbent on spent days and evenings anew,
Lipped old promises freshly feigned undue.
Take me for bitter, and taste me all too sweet,
Storm whorled to ebb, still flow we accrete.
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 4:47 AM UTC
A coconut grove
With one tall wind turbine.
The wind blows amused!
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 5:08 AM UTC
You’re Satan’s lover
You have to be because I️ haven’t met anyone as evil as you
I️ stumbled upon you
It’s the one regret I️ will always have
Because you sneaked your way in
And you clutched tight
Worn down but I still fought
And tried to rip you off
But your lies made sense in my mind
And for a while I️ let you stay
But you hurt me again
Then whispered in my ear another time
And for a while I️ let you stay
Because I️ once thought of you as mine
Now I️ want you to be ****** to hell
And I️ want to be the one to do it
I’ve waited so long for my freedom
And now I️ have it
But I️ no longer seek to be free
I’m too broken from rescuing myself
My hands tattered and ******
Eyes wet with tears
Lips scowled in pure rage
My mind blank with nothing but the thought of your face
******
Bruised
Scarred
And your mind
Broken
Your pride
Destroyed
Your voice
Gone
Your fear
At an all time high
I️ wanted you to feel the same way I️ did so bad
But now that I’ve done it
I️ realized that this is my greatest accomplishment in life
And I️ have nothing left to look at
But to think of myself
As a wilted flower
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 2:59 PM UTC
Your blue eyes,
Me they hypnotize.
Hair so dense and dark,
Lost within them is an ark.
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 4:36 AM UTC
Don't you be ashamed
Of your heart of gold;
If they don't catch it,
It'll break their toes!
Mar 7, 2016
Mar 7, 2016 at 7:25 PM UTC
My mind is light as a feather,
Swayed by a gentle breeze
But my heart is so heavy,
It makes it hard to breathe.
From thoughts to heartstrings,
One soars while the other sinks.
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 12:55 PM UTC
is it a bad thing
to think about not existing?
you're all better off without me
i decided
but you quickly replied with
that's all just in your head
if that's true then why why why
do you leave me to dry
my own tears as you sit there
and act like you give a care
why why why do you
let me feel so blue
stop smiling at everyone else
and notice you're so dense
so so dense to my pain
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 1:38 AM UTC
This heart of ice is multifaceted.
This stone cold ice is dense but weeps.
There is a shallow trigger that radiates
Shy a wade from me; volcanoes are deep.
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 7:15 PM UTC
I've walked the path many times
before and since.
It is always calm -
baron but teeming
with a muddled
disquiet of
once thought
final thoughts.
It's a place of peace
in which everything
resonates chaos
to the point you can
feel it invade
each synapse -
Ivy smothering
your process.
A slow-release
maddening hum
amplified by the
wind sweeping through
monstrous, scrawny
trees in formation:
They held the bodies
and winced when
their branches broke.
Yet still there is a draw
to the energy
festering there,
be it from the asylum
at the top of the hill
leaking memories
of abandoned
sons
daughters
mothers
fathers,
or from the long submitted
acceptance
of martyrs who inhaled a
sharp cluster of reasons
as their last
with solidarity.
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 8:31 AM UTC
In my anger,
heart is heavy,
you laughed at me.
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 11:33 AM UTC
*
.
I’m
Drowning with disappointments.
I feel breathless with regrets.
My heart is on life-support.
I’m stupid and very dense
for repeating the same mistake
over and over
again
.
*
© Pax
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 4:24 AM UTC