#surface
In the right lens
of my glasses
my eye is reflected
I take a cloth
and slowly, carefully
wipe it clean.
I want to feel
there is no longer a barrier
between me and
what is real,
but it still looks at me
my eye
not sad
not malicious
just looking
slightly swollen contours
reflect
a table,
a window,
and chairs
not in a mirror
but in the lens
a permeable material
of feeling
who I am.
Dec 7, 2025
Dec 7, 2025 at 5:44 AM UTC
Sickness stalking like a predator
Prowling for food to eat
No matter how much prey is devoured
Still starving for more meat
Reverberating impulses echo
Cavern between each ear
Anxiety the strings attached to my limbs
Addiction expert puppeteer
It follows every place I wander
One or two steps behind
Tried so hard to shake it's grip
It seems our fates are intertwined
I don't know how the darknessentered
Must have slipped through small cracks long ago
Over years it's winded roots through my skeleton
I am afraid it will never let go
I sense the demons embedded in each cell
Molecules stamped with their names
Branded sin that never stops searing
Blistering soul with shame
Dependency my ball and chain
Tired of dragging it along
Despite best efforts to pick the locks
Shackles worn on wrists are too strong
This burden mine and mine alone
No one else can help me carry this weight
It becomes harder and harder to shuffle forward
Steps slowing at alarming rate
It appears dead ends are multiplying
Trapped inside cage constructed from my hurt
Worry that if I don't escape this hell
I'll be buried in a coffin deep in the dirt
I just want to be free of the shadows
Haunting halls of my head
Black silhouettes in peripheral
Monsters slumbering beside me in bed
Their tentacles wrap around judgement
Doubt fills every crevice in my brain
Can't tell if it's a temporary condition
Or I've gone completely insane
But paint a smile on my lips
In case onlookers ask how I feel
Under surface my heart is suffering
Chasing happiness in high that isn't real
Jul 1, 2025
Jul 1, 2025 at 9:01 AM UTC
So easy for you being done with me
Tears cried for your name
Things begin looking up for a bit
They always end the same
That doesn't make much sense to me
Spin circles round and round
Scream at the top of my lungs that I love you
Your ears just ignore the sound
Like trapped inside a transparent box
Too incompetent to escape
Hands are bound with ropes
My mouth is covered in tape
To make peace with you is all I desire
Understand irrational fears
On surface situation is black-and-white
Beneath layers more complex than it appears
May 30, 2025
May 30, 2025 at 11:23 PM UTC
Will you be the tears between my eyelids?
Hold me together when the night wind hits?
Only Sandcastles can fight this..
Where is my water drop bridge?
Dec 23, 2024
Dec 23, 2024 at 2:10 AM UTC
You steal away my smile
Replacing with hurt
My mind consumed with ease
Making me think I'm dirt
I'm tired of the pain
Future dark
Bleak
Display doesn't seem like home
Gets me not wanting to speak
I try yes I attempt to move on
Right the flaws inside
Always reminded of the past
I can't run or hide
You are doing just great
Dandy
Look up with determined grit
Here below the surface
Admit defeat and quit
Mar 30, 2024
Mar 30, 2024 at 10:06 AM UTC
You are the Ocean and I am the wave
moving in tandem as if I'm Your slave.
I rise and fall according to Your will
though once in a while I'm kept very still.
I have no real life without Your sanction
which now seems to be like a distraction.
There are so many others just like me
and I wonder somehow if they agree.
In this manner You just do as You please
and deploy us all with surprising ease!
Our goal seems to be on reaching the shore
then return back to You again for more!
The presence of the moon has much to say
with what goes on Your surface every day.
Its influence is more than we'd suspect
and has to be treated with some respect.
Beyond are other worlds and stars in space
along with the sun which dictates the pace.
They're orbs of living wonder in that sky
and cast their shadows if we care to pry.
How unenlightened seems this life of ours
when we consider how we pass the hours.
For our days are numbered lest we forget
but through One's realization some are set.
There isn't much else now that can be said
before a time comes and we're all but dead.
We can only hope that we've done no harm
on the Ocean's surface that's full of charm.
___________________
Nov 14, 2023
Nov 14, 2023 at 9:33 PM UTC
She writes poetry
As though she knows me,
But what a facade
She's really seen.
Only a surface glean.
Calm still water,
Digging below the depths,
Raging saline.
Jun 17, 2023
Jun 17, 2023 at 11:46 PM UTC
Over the surface of feeling
skin healing
from cuts bruises and scars
what happened to us being made of stars?
we sit in black holes
no money for energy bills
it’s a battle of wills
to survive
we strive
Just to be alive
and yet our dreams perish
yet we should cherish
each other.
Jun 27, 2022
Jun 27, 2022 at 3:44 PM UTC
the ocean floor is crowded
covered in coral reef
demoralized
signs
fish and sharks with gut-piercing teeth
grins that make their bodies glimmer
deadly killers
my
demoralized
sighs
in evil environments
help me
escape
cause i don’t wanna wait
to be saved
from crowded ocean floors
rescue me in fishnets
bring me to the surface
that’s not a request
Apr 24, 2022
Apr 24, 2022 at 2:37 PM UTC
More than they seem
In the midnight gleam
Emotions run as a stream
Ever flowing, ever growing
Or perhaps moving steadily
Pooling far below
Into an unknown depths
- Jay M
August 2nd, 2021
Aug 2, 2021
Aug 2, 2021 at 3:16 AM UTC
I gasp for air
I reach for the surface
I fall by the call
I hope I will see
another deity
coming from the sky
like a prince or a knight
I wish for the day
I finally see the light
because I'm drowning in denial
and all the plight
I see in my life
where there used to light.
Feb 11, 2021
Feb 11, 2021 at 3:13 AM UTC
Teal liquid springs
golden plate glows in center
white cotton flows on surface.
Feb 10, 2021
Feb 10, 2021 at 6:54 AM UTC
I wish I could see how I
look behind the mirror...
without any light,
or surface.
How would I appear
without my reflection?
I wish to take the journey into
that vast expanse of formlessness
where nothing matters:
shapes, colours and even movements.
A trapped shadow
harbours a similar desire!
Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 10:18 AM UTC
I opened
a beautiful mysterious closed vase
A deep punch
Crashed me into darkness
Jan 9, 2021
Jan 9, 2021 at 7:08 AM UTC
fires raged as the winds fueled their fervor
taking on anything in their path with incredible force
moving across the ground and leaping up to reach higher fuel
doing only what fires do...
moving with the wind and leaving a path of blackened surface
is this our new reality...?
Brian Hill - 2020 # 247
Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 8:37 AM UTC
Ill never write with the constructs
of ink no matter its shading,
as it has no edges, no fear or freedom.
Instead I use a scalpel to cut clean words
even though not evidentially visible
all cuts have meaning.
But ever metaphorical stain takes
time to show its meaning..
You may not see what I mean
i write in a different manner to
you.
But let time show the interpretation
that was there but never understood
till you looked beneath the incise significance
even if not seen now,
just realise its there...
Aug 19, 2020
Aug 19, 2020 at 5:55 PM UTC
How does it feel like,
To be one of those lights?
Sharing thy brightness,
Very contagious smiles.
Oh, I'm awed and psyched
Wish that I could touch you,
To confirm if you're true
Far from illusive hues
Then stare on your never ending happiness,
That is truly evident in your face.
I wish I could have some too,
Your beauty within the surface.
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 11:12 PM UTC
Alone in a world
where nobody understands you.
Nobody gets you.
You just feel alone.
Drowning alone in an ocean of emotions.
Left alone.
Feeling insecure.
Physically alone.
Mentally alone.
Swim to the surface of the ocean.
You can do it.
Get some help.
Be alone with other people.
Be together with other people.
Jun 3, 2020
Jun 3, 2020 at 9:25 AM UTC
Emotions
You can’t control them
Some people are able to show their emotions
Some people prefer to not share them
Emotions are private
Everybody decides who they want to share their emotions with
Emotions are a way to express feelings
Emotions can be rough or sensitive
They sometimes drown you
You decide whether to swim back to the surface or go under the wave and become a part of the ocean
May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 7:24 AM UTC