#glare
Este ardor, el fulgor que dejaste encendido a propósito…
Amor,
¿cómo puedes ser tan distante?
Creas una distancia que me hiere,
al tiempo que, cerquita,
me quieres,
sí, me quieres.
Me desespera cada día
que no quieras hablarme,
que no quieras charlar conmigo,
que no quieras escucharme…
que no quieras,
que no quieras…
Con este silencio,
siento que te pierdo
en el abismo que tú mismo impusiste.
Sé que te he hecho tanto daño
que dentro de ese abismo
prefieres mi silencio.
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 6:30 PM UTC
I've had you on a pedestal,
I've had you look at me so tall;
Must've been so brutal,
When you felt the fall.
Was it unfair?
Or did I misinterpret your glare?
My apologies for the stare;
Must've been a justice flare.
Oct 15, 2024
Oct 15, 2024 at 4:08 PM UTC
(a story in senryu stanzas)
I get migraines.
- lucky me - glare can set me
off within seconds.
I always have a
pair of dark, polarized shades
with me - it’s a quirk.
When I was fourteen,
we lived in Shenzhen, China
very near Macau.
Macau, China, the
“Las Vegas” of Asia, is
the home of glare.
The Ritz-Carlton, has
a glittering galaxy
of bright chandeliers.
Those chandeliers move,
their silhouettes change shape - just
stab me with a spork.
Did I mention the
Mirrors? Every wall served to
magnify the light.
“You look awful,” my
mom said - our two week booking
became ten minutes.
“I just need sunnies,
those would work,” then I gasped
“I’ll look glamorous!”
We changed hotels, but
what a small world - my roommate
Leong grew up there.
We could have passed in
the yè shì as teenagers
and now we're roommates.
.
.
sunnies = sunglasses (UK slang)
yè shì = night market (simplified Chinese)
Mar 1, 2024
Mar 1, 2024 at 8:55 PM UTC
His light house amidst
his mystic fog, signals belated
in triumphant decore,
Enamoured with ancient joy
of his blue green dreams
I chant.
“His rod and his staff
comfort me and all surrounding
gore departs.
I breathe in gasping
about my true love.
as he spots my battered
vessel into the wind sailing.
Ecstasy twinkles his teary eye
in the magic water dancing glare,
of our mystical full moon light.
For too long I've traveled
jeweled triumphant
yet unable to reach
his promised treasure vaults.
To the greed of legions on
treacherous paths all alone I wept,
through enemy's territories,
but all those from me have fled.
I roamed alone yester woods
I reach his safe private harbour
his peaceful shores.
As trustworthy jeweled queen
regardless of grave loss.
Willfully he reveals his home key
to come open up his door
as photographic memories
on new calming waters
get anchored deep.
At last I shall rest in love
on my bittersweet bed of roses
red, and flowers wild;
white sad lilies on hand,
saluting my beloved glories
recaptured and retained.
Enduring rhythmic ways
with courage, heart
brain and hope and off my
survival modes into éasier dwelling
into my grave but neither there
I shall trod alone no more.
~~~~~~
By Karijinbba
All rights.
Mar 29, 2022
Mar 29, 2022 at 7:53 PM UTC
In the night I wake up 'cos
the moon's shining on my face
I see it with closed eyes
as it glides along with grace.
I move my head to dodge the glare
and try once more to fall asleep
but now I toss and turn
counting far too many sheep.
At last I drift off into slumberland
the big yellow globe has passed
over to the other window
through which it hits me in full blast.
Now I'm beside myself with rage
even feel the urge to curse
then finally it comforts me
this moon has no reverse.
Jul 5, 2021
Jul 5, 2021 at 3:32 AM UTC
Stood by the window
in the heart of the glare,
her feet bare
on the cold floor,
with a much colder stare,
there she is.
never out of words
on days it's his breath
taken away,
what else is to expect
from someone right out of
a Shakespearean play,
there she is.
Dressed in blood red
one day she'll wed,
he hangs by a thread,
the clocks may run out
he'll never be done,
every thousandth look
is the same as the first one,
there she is.
Mar 1, 2021
Mar 1, 2021 at 5:03 PM UTC
the moon burns brighter
glaring at me
shying away on your name
while I shamelessly
hide in my misery
of your poisoned
pillow talks
but
the moon sees it all
even under my skin
even over my pretend
truly wondering
how I am doing
Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 4:27 AM UTC
Once across a Caledonia dreary, whose Echo,
Amid the Jötnar, was MAN, I wandered hurt and weary,
Until yon Glare, with deadly Rage flaming,
Lo! I beheld, next to the Iron Gates
Of a long-forgotten Ruin named still
After incorruptible Titanium.
A noble, finely engraved feudal Vest,
Under a Luminary invisible, implacable,
Shone thither with a Glare fiercer, methought,
Than that of the rubies at warlike Valhalla,
Amid Walls time-eaten, kingly Banners, and proud Towers,
And dwelt there in melting Titanium.
Deep memories of martial Woe
Like an arrow piercing my ***** and aimed
Thro' the Night with lethal Glare,
No barrier was there to be found
Between my Past yielding and this conquering Robe
With Runes marked deep in Titanium.
Thus I remembered having once graved,
In revered silence and solitary anger,
Into the Glare, within the Hills, upon the Dust,
The Emblem of the OVERMAN,
Which thou may again now see gleaming,
With pride Superhuman, o'er this garb of Titanium.
My Enemy Wraith haunting me no more,
Into a most profane dying hour,
I walked forth, to wear of the Armour of the Glare the worth,
And felt, intensely, from the Zenith of a most fiery Heaven,
The Rays from the Stars imbuing my Very Gore
With blinding, rageful Titanium.
Hereupon, with Cuirass thus worn, I bethought me of boldly ascending,
With heavy Claymore drawn, in a Guard of the Hawk,
At Ultima Thule, of the Bluish Glare, the Hidden Rock,
And at its scorching Crest, with Blade o'er me flashing, widened my gathering Breast,
The Largest Mirror, the Highest Beacon, aye,
Before the wild Blaze molten down in Titanium.
Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 3:12 AM UTC
the sunlight
finds my
face
and I no
longer
can sleep
how rude
is the
sun
to force
me
to wake
a rowdy
child
tugging at me
so I can
come and play
with them
Jun 30, 2020
Jun 30, 2020 at 1:31 AM UTC
I rest, I rest,
Under the sun.
No way, no way,
It can't burn.
I look up,
It looks down.
The glare, the glare,
I speak out my prayer.
The sun, the sun,
I want to be there.
The grass silky beneath,
As I blindly stare.
Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 2:02 PM UTC
Borderline hues shatter upon the
fragmentations
of sullen gullied pools..
Where the refraction of utopia shines,
the *** is deceitful and tarnished.
As every prism of reverence disperses.
Heaven is a shard of falsehood
cutting into the sky...
Perceptions see an aura-borealis.
But woven with the beauty
is the curse of fallen angels..
For all who stared upon the glare
were severed from sight...
Dilating upon the sorrow of
written words etched in eyelids.
The world was beauty, and you blinded it..
Now we will scratch every word inward.
See the error of your ways, and walk as before.
Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 6:53 PM UTC
my mind is the city
that never sleeps.
thoughts roam the streets -
some with circular commutes.
some glare at each other
some smile, uplifting everyone.
despite the chaotic rhythm,
the underlying beat of my heart
determines the pace of the city.
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 9:50 PM UTC
I'm not known for weaving dreams
I'm only a scream from a nightmare
I would settle for a peaceful moment
To dream of watching your beauty glare
If crossing seas will bring us closer
If climbing mountains will make us pair
Then mark my word that I'm coming
To win all battles and claim you there
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 7:05 PM UTC
Summer is coming,
the sun will glare,
heat will radiate,
flip flops will be out,
tans will be tattooed on bare skin,
sunglasses out to shade,
sp lotions to shield,
happiness beaming through the curved-wide smiles,
water will be splashed
and the sand will burn
like hot coals on the soles of the feet
for it will be beach season once again.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 1:25 PM UTC
Such is your beauty dear
That the black sky is brightened
by your glare
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 1:38 PM UTC
Here I lay in my comfort composure
Listening to every rythm of my music
Removing my white earphone to listen
To listen to the beauty of nature raining
Picturing myself as a randrop falling; free
Picturing the placid movement of water
Moving as one, cold breeze and falling with heavy gravitational pull
Thinking back to when I'd lay in
_comfort_
Listening to every perfect beat of your heart
Concentrating on the whispers of your spirit
Being attentive to your chords as you release them
Piercing my mind, _quaking_
through my flesh
To simply un-wither that was even desintegrated
Your love circulating my veins
Simply
By speaking
Rippling accross my seams
Bolting through my body more
than any drug ever
Hanging me on your hook
Touring to the meadow in my
dreams
Conquering the battles in my
nightmares
Re-writing the words on my page
that is life
Then
After enough re-painting
Of my story
You started to un-write my book
Crossing the hearts
Tearing the written pages
Oh how I could only stand and
_stare_
Oh how all you did, difficultly
_Glare_
The whispers your soul gave
_withered_
Cleared and filléd my mind
_vacant_
Was I abandoned by your heart
So easily the welcoming door
Became an unbidden command
_requested_
This hour
Is when I play it back;
Remenisce about it
Laying alone, in discomfort
Listening to no beats
Not even one of my own
Then I close my eyes violently
Shoving back the emotion
To silently replay those words
I love you
Always
Crashing down
Bolting tar through my body
Poisoning my mind
Rippling through my veins
That same poison
Is what I use
To **** inside me
What demons creep
See the story has a twist
What I feared most
What demons I feared even more
Is exactly what I became
The poison inside me
Crisply ogling at me
Inside the cage
Compresséd
Inside what
We call a
Mirror
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 9:30 PM UTC
Stress consumes your mind like fire in a forest
It ignites the anger inside to arise as smoke clouds around your eyes
In this moment you are so horribly enraged,
So terribly uncomfortable inside and out,
That you can't control your actions, your words, or the way you feel
You snap, you glare, you place the blame
Once you calm down you realize you are only angry at yourself
And the anger is replaced by regret and fatigue
You're tired of this cycle
Tired of feeling so out of control
This is what stress does
It eats you apart from the pit of your stomach and only consumes more and more till it reaches your mind and you are entirely taken apart
Like the string on an old sweater stress frays the steadiness you contain
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 12:04 PM UTC
Look
I take out
The spectacles
Now
I will see
How the world looks like
Through your eyes
I want to see
What you see
Near and Far
Even broader
Where faith lies
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 12:25 PM UTC
∞ ∞ ∞
everyone despises of
the big black cat, as it yells
across the forest as a 3 year
old would do.
he writes his stories on stolen
leaves of the lonely pine tree.
shaking awake the jungle as it
sleeps into the whispering wind.
he struts down the moss carpet
as no one else would do
the trees even give a glare
as sharp as his claws.
everyone despises of the big black cat
∞ ∞ ∞
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 6:41 PM UTC
Straight at the stars
She stared in this beautiful night
The constellation reflected
In her glowing eyes
I believe I’m alive for you
For this glare every night
Early in the morning
When the sun touches her skin
I stare at her beauty
Just like her at every night
At the different stars
Shooting across the sky
Let me wish this forever
Let me hold your hands
I don’t mind the downs
Let me give my life to you
And millions of kisses
On those rose petals
On your rose cheeks
Dec 15, 2017
Dec 15, 2017 at 7:38 AM UTC
*The sun smiles,
yet it's glare
is colder now.
It sets before
I really rise,
but I feel its glare.*
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 9:36 AM UTC
When we first talked I remember his look. He saw right through me
And that’s what he took
Smells thick, heavy like mulch beneath
I knew then
This is Fearless hunting the lamb
And there it all began
Jump without looking into the depths
Run into his arms
Into his story
His dream
His land
Ocean rising and pulling from the shores
Up in the clouds, filling the air
Fueling the eye that would not spare
Destroyed sobs heard the silent screams of despair
And it was then he did not care.
He stood, tall and proud and I the glare
The ghost chewed eaten discarded
Stalked, chased and charmed; capture a beauty for his arm,
Release and dangle close for treats
This lasted for months and weeks
The tune never changed
The hum jolting up right
The beast no longer hungry
As he’d been fed
Stuffed like a coward on his king like bed,
who else knew these sheets, lies, loves in lust.
Eats for two, awaiting the fight, his song loud like the ego he bore
Until I faded
A glare…No more.
Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 12:00 AM UTC