#lingers
indeed it lingers,
after its first stinging,
compact and perfect,
not a word extra,
the slow and measured
pace of self realization
the accidental poet
arrived in March,
and lingers into April,
causeway of my tears,
envious of the bravery
of one so daring young
you bump into strangers,
apologize after being stung
and stunned, before the slow
realization that you, the one,
she alters, the first poem read,
this day, lingers still and into on
the fleeting ephemeral of spring,
born in rain, blooming in May,
and written, this note to self,
hid in the forest of shade loving
short lived beauty blooming,
it feeds the forest, feeds me
and unsurprisingly
I print it, and like a sticky note
attach it to my refrigerator door
an act of poetic justice,
a reminder
to do it better, even perfect?
4:08am
Apr 9 2026. <nml>
Apr 9
Apr 9, 2026 at 3:56 AM UTC
In the third of the night that sent by fate
a fate never meant for me.
As you burn, I freeze,
shrouded in the blizzard of silence,
witnessing your lightning-quick decision.
Makes me stand in the heart of winter,
with void dwelling deep in my senses and breath,
I turn myself into a monument of lament and sorrow,
powerless, violated by the shadow of your touch.
Perhaps I seem calm and unshakable,
but my blood boils, giving birth to a disaster
a tornado of crimson rising in my chest,
spinning without direction, wild and untamed.
If only I had not severed these hands,
for whenever I crave to reach for you,
it would turn me into ruins of darkness,
covered in dust, with shadows nesting in the hollows of my ribcage.
Yet behind it all, a flicker still lingers.
Even if I keep severing my hands,
your warmth, your beauty will always be
the cascade of light I yearn for.
And if I rust away, this monument will stand,
a testament to your grace.
Apr 24, 2025
Apr 24, 2025 at 12:48 PM UTC
Can't hide the rigors
Of anxiety and fears
Even knowing what it harbors
Can't cloak their effects from mirrors
It figures
Such a force can disfigure figures
Right under the skin it lingers
The worst possible time is when it appears
Rears up to rip down the facade and veneers
The you you knew is what it devourers
What good are middle fingers,
When only directed at yourself?
For now,
I guess,
I'll have to put that question on the shelf
©2024
Dec 12, 2024
Dec 12, 2024 at 7:53 PM UTC
winter lingers
down in the southern hemisphere
winter lingers
still we're feeling those cold fingers
spring's warm touch hasn't yet arrived here
as the days stay so dismally drear
winter lingers
Nov 21, 2021
Nov 21, 2021 at 3:53 AM UTC
She was wobbling and sailing with the strokes—she was just bucking in all the dreads
and uncertainties—she was just staring and letting
the cold flood,
brush her naked feet.
The radiance that persists in her core—yet discovering that missing part;
Where is it?
Where can she meet it?
It was the same twists
that drove her alive
on the cushions
that piles around her feet—
it was meaningless
that she couldn't
wouldn't
understand—the notion of
her harsh sigh—the suffocating uncertainty that remains; that stays—circulating another form of pleasure,
in her spirit.
That is the curse at night—it drifts,
it resounds,
like a futile, annoying clock—she couldn't eradicate.
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 10:43 AM UTC
her moist, ruby lips
yielded the sweetest kisses.
the taste still lingers
Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 10:16 AM UTC
The distance is what makes it so hard
To be here, so far away from your side
To be here, as if snared in the lies
That you miss me as I long for times gone by.
To know what I had… To let it all go...
Your smile, your laugh and your touch
To know they are gone, never to return
It tears me asunder, it saps my soul...
The realization is what makes it so hard
To know that you were never mine
I could have had it, but I couldn’t grasp
It slipped my fingers, how could I be that blind?!
The shadows are what make it so hard
To let go of your memory and bury you in the past
I feel it clawing at me, it is screaming so loud
It won´t let me forget and it brings me down under its weight
As I measure this sadness in pounds
My failure streches on for miles
And liters of tears flow from my eyes
If only I could purge these hours from time...
And it is there, as it has been since the first day
The emptiness, the silence, the space
As time ebbs away, and life goes on
Mine came to an end
The moment I let you go.
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 11:38 AM UTC
Who am I but a once was
Another potential that never will
Another thorn in the side of another
Whilst the world seems to move still
Never to be born again as I was
Rather ****** back into the womb
By an existential forces violent hand
Incased in the product of my own gloom
The outside world seems lie just outside the line
Whilst populations seem to soar with the love and joy that abides
I ever more find comfort in the dark warmth
So much do I loathe finding comfort in such
Never to find a remedy for the monotony taking place
Thoughts become that of which those would make haste
And while alone you find a darker shade of life
You find an ever bleak view in the will to survive
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 10:06 PM UTC
Revealing twisted thoughts that emerge in my head at night
Needlessly pouring my heart to you
The cold chaotic chess game that lingers
I wonder if you feel disturbed sometimes too
May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 8:12 PM UTC
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Revolution is in the air
Like a morning mist
that lingers
Cool and not oppressive.
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 9:44 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
love then they forget..
And the rest is counterfeit..
You could be all you could be..
in the land of the valley..
Where the shadow lingers over..
don't have to hurt anymore..
a place where you're never getting older..
while looking out to the shores..
they would say,
stop the negative thoughts,
if that's the case, i'll follow you,
suit yourself,
i think they might be right,
and if they're not , i'll follow you..
they would say,
stop the negative thoughts,
if that's the case, i'll follow you,
suit yourself,
i think they might be right,
and if they're not , i'll follow you,
I would leave and come back and leave and come back and leave and come back
every time when it got hectic,
There are other explanations for what goes on in the world and theres a lot that you
have to know in the statistics,
There are others,
way beyond us,
pick a teacher,
can't trust the preacher,
very nice to meet ya,
but i don't trust ya,
redeem cellulars , it use to be beepers,
You're your brothers keeper,
From the evil and envious,
theres nothing your teaching us,
we should believe in him,
we shouldn't believe in us.
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 11:49 AM UTC
Why won't you leave?
It's been a year now
stop torturing me
give it up darling
I believe you've moved on
So why won't you leave?
I'm driving the same roads
Seeing the same places
Writing the same words
give it up darling
I thought you were gone
Please won't you leave?
You're holding my frame
Stuck in my brain
Driving me insane
give it up darling
listen to that last song
And just leave me be.
Jun 8, 2017
Jun 8, 2017 at 5:13 PM UTC
I think the worst part of losing you, is never seeing you again. For
us, there will never be any random unpredictable encounters.
And the thought of not seeing you again, even if its just far away,
lingers in my mind like an old book, waiting to be read.
We will never get a second chance, we are so far away, I guess
thats what you give up when you fall in love a thousand
miles away.
Sandoval
Apr 21, 2017
Apr 21, 2017 at 12:39 AM UTC
sunshine lingers land
over receding tides
seashells on the sand
carring the ocean within
with a warm gentle touch
there silent whispers unfold
held to my ear I listen
as a beautiful story is told
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 1:01 AM UTC
Oh Doughnuts!
Oh oh Donuts!!
Oho delicacy!!!
This is how I long for you,
To drop into my mouth,
To slide down further.
Long enough now it is,
Your sweetness lingers,
On my mind ever since.
Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 8:27 PM UTC
The air is brittle this ominous, wintry night.
The slivers of a life you used to know still haunt you, as surely as you have permitted them to be a haunt to others.
Without question, it is those memories that spur your ruminations; that cause your copious circumlocutions; which compell you to stand on this somber boulevard in front of this crumbling, but once stately manor that now is a languid presence with the solitary purpose of looming over the vast grounds.
It is obligatory that you proceed along the avenue that used to split the yards that are now overgrown and chocoblock with twisted vines, and thistles.
You pause, to gather your strength.
One deep inhailation and then you hold your breath as you grip the tarnished handle and lock leaver.
With a perfect measure of strength your thumb recalls, the mechanism is undone.
Your arm pushes forward.
The silence is disturbed by a warbling creak as the heavy door is slowly opened.
You exhale, then before you lose your nerve you quickly pass through the ingress and enter into the foyer,
which is instantly familiar in the dim, flickering light and the long, slender adumbrations effected by the gossamer encaked voltives jutting from the dusty walls.
Though it has remaned unchanged
throughout all the time that has passed, standing in the ornate room affirms that the warmth with which you used to be recieved here has been abandoned to a frigidity.
You feel as if this room remembers you.
This is as far as I dare go with you, my friend, though I know you must continue.
I have listened to your stories, so
I know you have many rooms to search.
The closier that you seek is in a matter that is not my own.
I will depart upon rendering these words of warning:
When visiting the past,
As you daringly explore these often haralded halways,
Be careful what you leave behind.
Take caution not to lose yourself,
For a shadow lingers in the Suite Sublime.
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 6:59 PM UTC
She opened my heart with melodies and maladies
And closed my eyes
With kisses
And whispers
That dispersed the doubt
Until the darkness came out
Then she left and my eyes opened like clouds
Squinting through the rain at the sunny day.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 9:54 AM UTC