#intangible
As a song without words-
Shall I sing, forevermore?
These shapeless chords
That give way to convey
Statement, free from form.
Much the same as one who
Must scream, yet is unable?
Feb 2, 2024
Feb 2, 2024 at 4:49 PM UTC
Suppose I was a gardener,
In a field of dreams.
I would **** the earth
And plant innumerable seeds.
Of passion, of faith, hope and belief
To sow happiness, to offer relief.
The corporeal, and the intangible
Working in tandem, coupled together.
The offer of body and soul
With the goal of a
Brighter tomorrow
Jun 7, 2023
Jun 7, 2023 at 3:13 PM UTC
I shut my eyes,
Tapping into my imagination.
Intangible memories,
Just figments for now.
Hold me tight
Don’t let my eyes flutter.
I’m staying here;
I don’t want to leave.
I’ll see you soon,
Across these seas
Or maybe in my dreams.
Ocean tides,
Broken promises,
And we sip on burnt tea.
Jun 8, 2021
Jun 8, 2021 at 12:37 PM UTC
Engineering change through creativity,
Is like giving a fragrance its own flower to go by,
A vessel for the intangible emotion.
Jan 24, 2021
Jan 24, 2021 at 3:29 AM UTC
"Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens."
- J.R.R. Tolkien
The irony of it all is the loneliness of a star.
Not noticed in the nebula, she glances from afar.
At her neighbor’s neglect, even in nature of quasar.
The irony of it all is the silence of the owl.
A lot in the gloom it used to hoot and growl.
Prior to the onslaught of looks with a scowl.
The irony of it all is the frostiness of the blaze.
A fire that only freezes surrounds me in haze.
My friends, the flames, their stare a cold gaze.
The irony of it all is a bird that wants a cage.
Astounding is the absence of his own faith and sage.
To acquaint with his habitat, he is afraid to engage.
The irony of it all is a knight with no one to save.
To issue a kind aid, insignificant it is to crave.
So the importance of his ideal is dug into a grave.
The irony of it all is an unbreakable heart.
Tired of trying, it is an insatiable art.
That Heart’s betrayal splits the soul apart.
The irony of it all is the kissing of the hated.
Love was hostile, but the exes again dated.
And my heartbeat for her was hasped and gated.
The irony of all ironies, a phantom of tangibility.
Roaming amongst humans, champion of inutility.
Is the ghost of an emotion, the dust of heart’s fragility.
Jan 14, 2021
Jan 14, 2021 at 10:46 AM UTC
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_I write to right the write-less, the unvoiced compendium of my experience. A
panoply of shadows between each line and behind the fumbled words miswritten
out of loyalty to the fiction I maintain. The letters which move beneath the page,
scintillating with suggestion, leaving their impression - a glimmer here, an echo
there; they are more honest than the fraught narrative that I deem fit to 'save'. I
write to right the write-less, to balance the unwieldy, to illuminate the intangible._
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Oct 17, 2020
Oct 17, 2020 at 2:52 AM UTC
Fluorescent uplit lights
Throws no shadows
Shows no life
No vestiges therein
Monitors' frontward glow
Radiates no future, no past
Well lit death
No matrix destination
The rows and cubes behold
A conformed neatness
An oppression
A regime built against creation
The soul flutters above
Unseen but seeming
To hold life
The inexorable dullness of life
Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 6:51 PM UTC
Like time, are we found through serendipity.
Minutes, a mere tick to unfounded revelation.
Past, are the days when we go subtly by, dissipating into the night sky.
Like time, our corporeal spirits aloft into the pitchy sky.
The tender kiss, a gentle stroke, nuanced by the caressing love of the lunar above.
Like time, are we imprisoned in our own conscious. A mere abstract picture, blown into the winds, caught adrift, and veered into the dark streams of reality's heavy rift.
Like time, we are ethereal wayfarers: youthful beings marked by ephemeral nature, merely to trance the universe's wake.
And like time, our departure ticks till the last grain meets, and the sand flipped, to start all over again, and again, and again.
Oct 26, 2019
Oct 26, 2019 at 5:53 AM UTC
Incomplete beauty –
a photograph of a wave –
shadow memory.
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 10:39 AM UTC
Be happy they say
As if its a command, a switch, a lever
So simple to them
They do not see
How intangible it is for us
The ones who refuse to pretend
To lie to ourselves
To lie to everyone
Be happy they say,
Be happy
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 5:49 PM UTC
I hear myself in whispers,
I glimpse myself in dreams.
But that is all just (a) sandman's lust.
And I will never be me.
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 2:25 PM UTC
you are my universe
if my universe is an animal
and that animal is tearing a smaller creature apart with its teeth.
you are my world
if my world is just this room
and the door is constantly locked from the outside.
i cannot tell if this is asbestos or stardust -
- either way, i can't get it out of my eyes.
Aug 26, 2017
Aug 26, 2017 at 1:58 AM UTC
Memories are like fireflies in the dark of her loss
Where love grapples to know bounds only the spirit can cross.
I experienced the intangible breath of her soul
As it escaped and created this invisible hole.
Her small, fleeting life showed me that I can't always hold on
But precious things must be cherished even after they're gone.
Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 3:41 PM UTC
It’s okay
To think
Beyond
What seems possible
The intangible
Keeps us
Moving
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 4:32 PM UTC
Believe
not
That familiar,
Wicked whisper
of
Dreams destruction.
Especially when it screams...
"You'll never achieve!"
For
'faith'
Is quantified as the
Intangible
&
Weighed as a tiny
Mustard seed.
Ending with...
Just
Believe.
~ QB
Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 10:29 AM UTC
tangible but not,
this was how I painted him
that I may see him everyday.
As realistic as I could,
soon I saw him stare back at me.
But then I realized:
even if his face was so close to mine,
his eyes were distant, a gaze so lost.
Even if my hands grazed over his,
our fingers wouldn't entwine, a touch so cold.
I was this close to having him by my side,
but he was still so far away.
You were realistic,
but you weren't real.
Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 7:20 AM UTC
I'll run across the world, to find you
my Atlantis
a beautiful yet intangible — An Imagination, A Forgotten Story
Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 7:19 AM UTC
stagnant, i look to the nightlife for temporary comfort,
gazing into the pseudo love,
into the vacant souls.
empty, i search for a piece of myself in passersby,
learning from their motions,
i steal fragments of truth.
lustful, i plead for the chance to unveil myself,
to present my skin, to be adored aggressively.
but i am floating,
my veins grey,
my eyes opaque,
my blood frozen.
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 2:03 AM UTC
You are like
Smoke between
My fingers,
Like drops of
Liquid gold,
A love that my mind
Knows so well
But my hands
Can never hold.
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 10:46 PM UTC
You know me,
I can't love again,
This loneliness stays.
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 9:50 PM UTC
Do you See
the cracks
in the pavement
and you are the hammer
Sometimes it hurts
to exhale
You are it
a more i'd roller-coaster
What if, you
gave life
to bring our dreams
our intuition and morphology
Becomes we
and i will replace
every me with
the druthers of you
i no longer
exist in singularity
because it's only need
is an abstraction of idioms
Heartstrings & Intangible Things
Strung out like
prayer flags
and telegrams
twelve dots and dashes
i'll forever
make it
My pleasure
to find
infinite endeavor
Me way
to say
.. / .-.. --- ...- . / -.-- --- ..-
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 8:44 PM UTC
My unrequited love poem.....
Outside my window,
Elegant ferns and flowers,
Lost in the crowd,
My intangible man,
Cute as a button,
My long distance lover,
My listless lips ravishing,
One day he'll come to me...
SURPRISE!!! SURPRISE!!!
There's no one there,
No empirical evidence
For this adoration, O Muse,
My unrequited love poem.
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 2:36 AM UTC