#wavering
An autoimmune of a nation,
why are you letting your wrath
stemmed from crisis
burst open like lysosomes?
Why do you digest
yourself and one of your own?
Don't you take pride
when the one who has the same
nation weaved on his skin
uplifts the wavering flag of your land?
Why would you mute
and suppress them
rather than water them,
like the beautiful nature that
blooms from your own ground?
Why would you steal
and harm your brothers and sisters,
letting your mentality succumb
to toxic-narrow confinements?
Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 3:02 AM UTC
is it bad to think
you speak for me?
do you whisper for me,
are the puns in your poems
meant for me?
how unfair of me to think this,
when my mind is always on someone else
every three days.
is it wrong of me to think this?
to feel my chest warm up
to your homemade fireplace?
thoughts always rush through my mind,
if i am wrong or right,
are you wrong or right,
is this wrong or right?
how can i find these perfect places
between your words and writings?
can i rest on them,
the promises in your poems?
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 11:12 PM UTC
I'm being engulfed
In the clutches of darkness
It's slow-motioned embrace
Calculated and unforgiving
Unrelenting
It's greedy hold
Swallowing me
It's fingers sliding
Over my arms
My legs
Holding delicately
Yet firmly
Sliding over my neck
Caressing my chin
And lapping at my ears
Tainting my field of vision...
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 9:57 PM UTC
This desert
reminds me
of my heart.
It burns
hotter than hell
during the day,
before growing
colder than ice,
beneath
the moonlit night.
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 10:07 PM UTC
*you cannot
rely on the wind
as it changes direction
each day,
just as
you have told me
before
that this time,
you would stay*
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 8:25 PM UTC
Surrealist Cut-up
them of drooping
perspective them blue water lilies,
branches boughs, the blue wavering
illuminated that window is causing These the stars
in moonlight, to shiver; late in
a ripple, then, blooming
The clouds, sky, tither.
Figurative-Literal
These the stars then, blooming
late in the blue sky,
a ripple is causing them to shiver;
The clouds, perspective
branches of drooping boughs,
that window them
blue water lilies, illuminated
in moonlight, wavering tither.
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 2:43 PM UTC
There's no such thing as happily ever after. No harmony lasts that long. There is such a thing as forever though. Loving someone forever even during rough patches when the harmony slides off key until it gets better. Because it will.
REPOST IF YOU HAVE PROMISED SOMEONE FOREVER, AND MEANT IT.
Please comment I love to read other people's interpretations of my poetry!
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 11:55 PM UTC
I felt its power,
And it's resonance,
Vibrance.
It's eerie dissonance
Came forward, closer,
Wavering,
Twisting my heaving heart.
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 4:27 PM UTC
Feelings of confusion, keeps bugging my head
Feelings of unsureness, I'm painting it all red
Feelings of frustration, overcomes me instead
Feelings still wavering, keeps me from falling to bed
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 2:33 AM UTC