#indefinite
___’Ego sum hic.’___
_Calling to the dawn,
Baying at the moon,
Petitioning the horizon,
Summoning the faithful;
The yearning indefinite,
In pursuit of an enduring affirmative;
An echo searching for its source
In the boundless beyond._
___’Ibi tu es, tu es, tu es, tu es...‘___
Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 1:28 AM UTC
No one ever knows
the rhymings of my poetry
blob of words combined
And so do I.
In between these rigid lines
Are invisible tears and smiles
Passing through windows
Of soul through the eyes
Daring to touch every strands
Til the inner glands
What do I know, who am I?
I am just a typist who takes part
of my own indefinite poet heart.
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 9:17 AM UTC
Telling myself to smile
Pretending that I am truly fine
Preventing the tears to stream down my face
that is what I do all the time
Can someone figure out that I am not truly fine?
That deep within my heart I'm drowning and tearing apart
'Cause when you ask me,
I'll keep denying the reality
That
I am tearing apart,
I'm drowning,
I'm almost dying,
I lost my motivation,
and
.
.
.
.
I am not fine at all
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 8:59 PM UTC
lost in your eyes, your smile,
your laugh
over and over, it all seems to fall apart
but in a blink of an eye it gets
stitched back
over and over it happens
just like that
riches in actions and gestures
you show
every little thing is made more
precious by you
zenith, the peak, the best, the bold
but still quite unsure
oh how i wish our future together
is as definite as the sun sharing
it's light with the moon
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 12:12 PM UTC
I want to
write words
in hasty brush
strokes,
-messy yet
precise and
in its right
place- smear
and blend two
words into one
to create new
hues
How can I
paint a
poem?
How does
one display
indefinance
with definite
things?
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 9:15 AM UTC