"abstention" poems
The pad of my thumb sits on your face
It fits in that place
where your brow and cheek bone meet.
Your mouth submits to the taste of my skin
It gets my attention.
Those thin lips harbor a chase to cure
The abstention you know I endure
Until I retire the entire set of rules
I've laid out, wether weeks or months,
In this case, hours, your goal will be completed.
Because defeated isn't in your vocabulary
I'd even consider it rarely.
You win.
Which is a win-win.
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 2:54 PM UTC
How do you handle rejection?
When it hurts more than infection?
Even though without an intention?
Leading to mind abstention.
Not forgetting dejection?
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 11:29 AM UTC
i don't know
gleaming like an apology
what i want
your scraped pomegranate summerteeth
these winter days, i used to
a pointillist sunset,
wish i could inhale
don't tell me that muscle
the wide wide world
is made whole by breaking,
just to breath it out
back bent toward abstention
into your mouth, once,
none so present as yours
i never really knew
(and cracked holy monuments,
strength
vines their unlaced exoskeletons)
just that i wanted to be strong
atlas was no gardener
for a nebulous reason i cannot
to hold up is not to tend.
remember
where could it be written
i'm leaving for
why would anyone say, why would
a very long time,
a poet teach the heart survives by breaking?
but you have to go
that in black ink my love may still shine bright
away
to come back
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 12:35 AM UTC
Oh, carry me on the winds of a sleepless dream,
Where there's fields aplenty upon the fiddler's green,
Where the woman is kind and the man is fit and clean,
Borne there upon St. Albans' wing.
Drift me off upon a fiddlers tune,
To a place where the sky is such a brilliant blue,
Where hope is abounding like those dog-days in June,
Where magnolias sprout forth like passion renewed.
****** me forth upon the lover's blade,
A more precarious place no other man can claim,
Where hope and love balance upon a precarious edge,
So easy to tumble off into that dark and void-filled death.
To be in such a state,
forsaking sleep,
Carries me to this strangest of dream,
For without such abstention,
And lack of means,
My creativity floweth out into an endless stream.
Aug 7, 2023
Aug 7, 2023 at 9:01 AM UTC
And every breath
Spreads fire through her chest
Inflaming her identity
But burning away her sleep
And every step
Leashed the stars inside her soul
Scarring her integrity
But still she didn’t weep
And every word
Enraged the hope inside of her
Harassing her abstention
But still etching out her name
And every lie
Screamed of beauty lost in her
Burying her intentions
But acknowledging her aim
And every glance
Painted pictures on her mind
Steeling her perspective
But showing her the world
And every breath
Still spreads fire through her chest
Ever searing—yet reflective
Whispering: ‘you’re not just another girl.’
10/6/13
-e.n.b
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 11:18 PM UTC
Abstention is what they seek for the out casts.
Astronomical interaction.
They dismally want you to succumb.
Crowded streets for the rats to eat.
The path to escape is set.
Climbing the sky is the hardest feat,
But somewhere out there is a soul that can’t.
Their wings only do enough for the righteous,
And they all follow like ants.
Unsure and out of place they’re spineless.
Worthy of divinity they insulate the pathway.
Their future so alone; but
drag them out like a lepered tyrant,
so they won’t poison the entitled.
Misfit, Angel.
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 4:03 PM UTC
1.
You don't have to walk
in self-discipline
and abstention.
To transcend
the prying eyes and
rub off the naked shoulder
of moon.
2.
Would you come back
in dark to light the lamps
in my eyes?
I need no pain
to write the epitaph of
an undying poet
in jungle of wild screams.
3.
There was no beginning
no end. So from where
you will start reciting
the beautiful saga?
I don't think of your
luxury to pick up my craft
and hack me to hundred stanzas.
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 2:39 AM UTC