#feeble
Since I was a child
I have fervently
Tried to filter out
Negative echoes
Of our history
And focus
On each one.
Echoes are
Shockwaves
Throughout
Society
Building strength
And momentum as
They damage then
Ricochet off one
Person to another
Like a viral or
Bacterial infection
Mutating and building
Up resistance to our
Strong
Mediocre
And
Often
Feeble
Societal
Antidotes.
I try as many do
To be a
Shock absorber --
A small part of
The solution;
Trying to help break
The vicious cycle by
Somehow attempting
To
Absorb the shockwaves
To help prevent them
From hitting someone
Else
Or at least
Lessening their strength
And momentum --
A form of harm
Reduction
I suppose.
Just lending an ear
And
Lending a shoulder
To lean on or
Cry on
Seems to be
An integral part in
Lessening the
Negative
Effects.
Apr 22, 2025
Apr 22, 2025 at 11:16 AM UTC
Some are my
angels
Halo'd and winged
Others my
demons
Horned and singed
These words I speak of,
these ill-fated feti,
doomed remnants on the yellowed page.
Lie lonely,
and shawled
found in attics and cobwebbed mem'ries long gone
in scrapbooks and photos of loved ones moved on
Wicked words can devour
the feeble and weak
as they bump into walls in the night.
Sightless,
and hushed
Yet there was once a vision
They once had a voice
And I am not God.
The weak make their own choice
Mar 28, 2025
Mar 28, 2025 at 8:01 AM UTC
I close my eyes
A feeble attempt to get back to a dream
I realize
It's ridiculous to chase one particular theme
Too many tries
With no mind paid to what it could mean
I fantasize
But fantasies have a misleading gleam
The crystal ball lies
It's all a regurgitated, outdated scheme
My reality cries
But it's better than when it use to scream
©2024
Nov 30, 2024
Nov 30, 2024 at 8:37 PM UTC
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walking the feeble line
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there is a name for what is witnessed nearly nightly,
common ****** and/or scientific, when I awake circa
3 AM, and the entire sky is overhung with a stolid,
calmly, ponderous inverted dingle~single, sky-filling cloud,
with faint, ragged line of far distant of didactic, urban and natural light, an imagery what s presumably the end of the world insofar as far as the human mind can interpolate the faraway mystique, for our
modern eyes see but cannot necessarily comprehend the enormity and the simultaneous limiting granularity of the night horizon,
when it is
just outside through the clear glass, this enormous fog that is indescribable, an overwhelming, inconceivable conception that our ancestors took for granted as a natural demarcation of everything physical,
of our world’s entirety.
3:47 AM when the semi-roused mind bids the entirety of me
to awaken, ascertain the mystery of the sky and the sounds of rushing water within the confines of the cottage, both
which have no earthly reason to be simple, self-explanatory.
the parallel of external state to body internal,
comes first to mind when I creakily stand,
to better understand
the grandeur vision seeing, and the noises
so localized hearing, that a time/body disorientation disorder
is the sole explanation for my disrupted feeble state of mind,
physical and mental, occupational hazarding
of my confused existence.
are you still here?
are u coming along with me on this journey?
amazing, if yes is your cognitive reply!
is this a poem, an essay, a plaintive wail for a general infirmity
that is irreconcilable with facts and the imagery of a mobile
man, who yet dodders and toddles, when stumbling stiffly through the fodders, them open spaces of his mind, and his physicality,
both stumbling erratically like that sort of
out there, sort of not,
feeble line in the sky,
and the feeble line inside him of a shuffling old man he knows or recognizes not, hence the title of the poem, created in a millisecond of cellular cognition, whose explanation, exploration
and expiation of his existence needing some kind of sensible
interpretation.
edging past 4AM, WITH NO answer for anything clouding through the rivulets of the mind, he summons up the time
in memoriam summary of all men, for all essential existence,
it is what it is,
that neither satisfies at all but just sufficiently,
that he could put down the imagined pen, pull the cover beneath the chin line, letting sleepy reign over him once more,
and perish the thought,
he will do it all over again,
tomorrow some twenty four hours hence, thankful the murk
of clouds prevents him from seeing
a battlefield of stars, which
too, comprehensively incomprehensible to the feeble
line he hopefully, is yet then still a straddle.
good night you boon companion,
meet you on the other side
of the line, which is what lines are for, a demarcation between
you and me that we welcome, to cross wordlessly and word fully,
and shall do, as is our due, again,
soon enough.
g’night!
4:26 AM
Jul 14, 2023
Jul 14, 2023 at 4:33 AM UTC
Beautiful Rhythms Of Love,
Vibrations of a touch,
Reaching deep in the dirt,
Are you a medium my dear?
My heart dead in waste,
You speak languages it hears,
Digging it out like diamonds bright,
In too deep I've lost this last rhyme.
Apr 14, 2021
Apr 14, 2021 at 2:58 PM UTC
"Please... Help me escape this reality and take me away;
So far away, send me to the world of fantasy. "
"Give me a door to the world of illusion, please..."
"Send me there, in hopes that I find something that could fill that dissatisfied void inside of me,"
I'm such a coward. Who knew I had such feeble feelings?
Things like this aren't so necessary, right;?
Daydreaming is all I had;
And there's something I wanted to reach so bad.
I clutch onto the bars that keep me isolated. I see that ray of light;
it was merely inches away, yet it feels like miles apart from me.
Should I go and grasp for it?
Escape this prison of my mind and live in a life full of satisfaction?
Or will this thinking even get me far?
What if I failed?
Who will come to my rescue?
Who will save me from drowning in an ocean with no water as air stopped flowing down my lungs?
Can this heaviness be lifted?
This void within my chest?
If I was set free, who will accompany me in a vast world like this?
With this coop of thought that I have;
I'm no better than that person who was in a room with no doors, just four corners.
Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 11:22 PM UTC
Heart of fortune filled with frecklish love for solitude,
One minute i love all, the next i love nothing.
I dont know what my feeble heart desires.
May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 1:23 PM UTC
Senseless.
Shapeless.
Restless.
Feelings that I wanted to flee
when the world went dark
It seems, I feel delighted every night
Totally alone, stuck in darkness' side.
Even now, I couldn't feel
the frozen ground
As I lay underneath a big old oak tree
I don't know if it is inhuman
to stay calm
When you couldn't find the beauty
of the things around.
I won't fret if the moon vanishes
from my sight
I'm thankful of the insects silenced
by the cold
I feel the emptiness run inside me
I can comprehend now the language
of pain.
I know, I'm an unconvincing feeble
Swallowed by world's benightedness
Trying to find an answer in all the miseries
Makes me feel that my life is so pointless.
Somehow, I wanted to go out of this
situation overnight
I wanted to view things to it's perfection
But again and again
I always end up in this prison cell.
I couldn't deny, I'm so cruel to myself
I always let intrusive thoughts intrude
In the vicinity of my consciousness
Because, I want to be a witness of this
Moonless Darkness.
Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 7:37 AM UTC
Give the gates
of your heart
permission to
be wide open
but make sure
not to let winter
settle in your
feeble bones.
Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 6:37 PM UTC
Do you feel it when
Your mind is drifting to
Someone other than
The one you’re talking to?
I ignore it as often
As I think I can possibly do
But do you realize the space
Captured in my head by you?
I know not what to call this
It’s breathable and new.
I do not want to spoil this
Fearing what it’ll turn into.
The paranoia of losing it
Is what I’ve already grown into.
Conservative, feeble, shy?
Call me whatever you want to.
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 3:44 AM UTC
I was a wobbly little girl
Tortured by my devil
She chased and chased me
Hunting me down
Criticised my success
Laughed at my victory
Shortened my smiles
Prevented my laughs
My first tear
My only snap
My loudest sob
The whitest flag
I cried for help
there she was
I called emergency
there she was
I raced to school
there she was
I ran back home
there she was
Darkness flowed through her veins
Jealousy kept her running
Black magic empowered her
Sorcery concealed the naked
my head ******
my hands tied
my face torn
my vision blurred
Now she shoots and shoots
and shoots right through me
She strikes and strikes
and strikes up my smile
Protected by my love
I realised right then
I tried to die once
Never again.
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 4:03 PM UTC
My imagination is so feeble,
For no matter how hard I try,
My image of how beautiful you are
Is nothing like reality.
My best dreams are so ineffectual.
For no matter how lucidly,
My clearest dreams of you and your beauty,
Are dull compared to the real you.
My most eloquent words lose their meaning,
For no matter what words I choose,
My language too simple and imprecise
For the indescribable you.
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 11:23 AM UTC
Spider
and Beetle
Sun and Moon
Sun and Moon
Sun and Moon
Tired
and feeble
Sun and Moon
Sun and Moon
Sun and Moon
Sun and Moon
Spider
and Beetle
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 6:47 AM UTC
My mind is a feeble thing
Coming unraveled at the seams
It lies to me of what it needs
Tells me to hate everything
To be so critical and obscene
Why can’t I just be happy?
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 11:55 PM UTC
Flummoxed,
In labyrinths of
Baleful forests with
eyes of gibbet makers
and buried undertakers
through gloaming sights,
hobbling towards the light.
The silver teeth of
obeisance sundering will,
plundering peace,
blazoning smiles of
malicious beings.
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 12:37 PM UTC
The feeble glow
of yesterday's myths
and illogical legends
drift into obliquity
where the pallid shapes
of old friendships
and silhouettes of demented heads
merge
with a splash of light
on the satirical side of solemnity
in the pursuit of profundity.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 2:32 AM UTC
A scrawny ant
Passing through
Passing by
To find life true
By all accounts
In attempt
Quite feeble
Held in contempt
Resist nature
To fight back
To love hope
Cope with his lack
His home crumbled
Upturned life
Hold to dreams
Battling strife
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 1:16 PM UTC
Nothing bleeds as fast as a broken heart's feeble beat.
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 12:53 AM UTC
I have no...
(self-boundaries)
...means of changing.
It's not my fault, I...
(place blame)
...didn't mean to lie.
Why should I try, I will...
(believe in nothing)
...eventually die.
All the underground people...
(your ancestors and mine)
...Do they remember
Being alive?
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 7:21 PM UTC
I hear the ocean make music
Like the rustling of autumn leaves
The sound of them gently rubbing
As she swept my heart like a wind
Singing every word she breathes
Upon a haystack full of needles
With no rhymes, nor pauses
Neither masquerading riddles
Simple and unassuming
She is a beautiful mess
My heart keeps swooning
But I couldn’t care less
Her flaws are fascinating
Like ribbons on her sleeves
Her charm is perfume
Her name is a spell
A graceful soul I see
Inside a feeble shell
To me she’s one and only
And that I can tell
My heartbeat thunders
And chased her nightmares
Like aquamarine
Calm and serene
A thousand, ten thousand words
Isn’t enough to create one phrase
But surely, I wrote a love song for two
Must I recalibrate, I can’t undo
iamthe_avatar ©2014
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 3:23 PM UTC
My soul is trapped
Inside my dreams
My bones and skin
Can’t make me feel
I’m standing numb
As feelings sleep
Inside my cold and fragile heart
I’m either trapped inside myself
Or lost in an entangled world.
My soul is trapped
Inside my dreams
My bones and skin
Can’t make me feel
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 10:02 AM UTC