"acknowledgments" poems
Trivial they may seem
one worded acknowledgments
provide the greatest of hopes
sing into my seashell
slung around my neck
it tremors with my heartbeat
lay vertically on my pillow
and let the coolness
influence your words
Oct 24, 2012
Oct 24, 2012 at 7:50 AM UTC
acknowledgments of
temptations of the past
tormented fields of
inappropriate flashbacks
memories of wanting
evolving into a new
self
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 7:23 AM UTC
We write the most beautiful things
and then, so abrupt is time, we end; pass on
after our deaths, we're dead and forgotten
unacknowledged, unmissed; just simply gone
every one of us lives this life with the need to be loved
each of us goes through life craving to feel as though we're needed
so we can write our lovely sentences
but it's worthless, for we can't escape our fate, and in the end we'll still die
the beings we were to become, no more than mere ashes in the wind
not worth even whispers to carry on our memories
so hurt thus fell these, our flowing words
our hearts consumed with bitterness; grey
years will continue to pass, none will visit our graves
our pages, our legacies shall sink; take solace with us in the ground
so we mourn now, thou still alive; oh how we sit, sit and cry
we don't really make sense
for why wouldn't we be loved by another when we for another can ourselves love?
perhaps unconscious self-contempt leaves us craving to feel neglect for our return
or perhaps we're just so terrified of being broken
we use our fears, rejections, anger and abandonments to write our most magnificent verses
why punish ourselves so, when time will still in the end overbear, and we'll all eventually perish?
oh, the merest of acknowledgments to such notions may as well rip our hearts from our chests
we may have fled truth, begging, pleading as we birth rivers of our blood, sweat and miserable tears
all alone then, without another soul in sight to wander with us while we roam deaths rocky beaches
So it's all of us who are broken, after all...
Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 2:24 AM UTC
I want you to be like cracks in the wall
Splitting, terrifying, acknowledgments of age.
But full of character.
The kind of wrecked up building
Hipsters want to take photos of.
I want you to be a condemned factory
In some rundown New Jersey Industrial district.
I need you like the worn lines on some film reel.
Getting in the way of the best parts.
You could be a dress completely destroyed by cigarette burns
Or the stains on an important document.
You could be my anti-Christ to perfection.
And I’d crucify you with the best intention.
You’re like a car with old bullet holes,
Or that rug everybody is afraid to touch.
In the end you’re like some decrepit ruin of a vast civilization.
Old and broken.
But eternally majestic in my perception.
Apr 5, 2011
Apr 5, 2011 at 5:02 PM UTC
we all rely on the gravity that pulls us back into the earth when our heads are caught up in the clouds. the world is one gigantic living and breathing organism that latches on to the beliefs we so speak. but what separates me from you are the barriers that position us in places where we're out of reach. and all i desire for is to be able to meet you, see you and acknowledge the fact that you are real.
i move from place to place until i lose count of all the people i encounter and i feel as if we may have crossed paths on the streets or the grocery store or daily hour. i'd be lying if i say that i never get tired of searching for you every day but i believe the world moves in mysterious ways so that one day those walls will crumble and disappear and everything else will fall into place, and just maybe you might be real.
i drag my feet across concrete and daily routines often forgetting that the world is indeed too unfathomable to explain. you could have been that person gazing out the window of hotel rooms or vehicles. you could have been the person in front of the line, counting your change before making your way. you could have seen the scars on my arms or my vacant eyes and how you wished you could have approached me in some way that wasn't odd for you and i. maybe you could have said hi. but such acknowledgments are often dismissed with eye contacts and smiles, sometimes not even our senses could be leaned on. our true intentions disguised with glances, subtle hand brushes and complete negligence.
quickly enough, you are nothing but just a stranger walking past me unknowingly with only the thoughts of daily routines clouding up your mind. you may forget the order of things and misinterpret a stare as elusive, wishfully hoping it could have been an introduction to a greeting. i apologize for not initiating on to the next step and only admiring how lonely a human being could get, standing alongside me and many others yet our bodies seem to respond only to each other intensely but subtly to the eye.
we both know the holdback is agonizing and we wish for the day when we would be running our fingers through the rubble of the walls we tear down. for now, what we believe in will remain as thoughts. the world will always contradict with our stream of desires, dreams and feelings. you and i may not know of each others' existence but everything else on this earth is alive, living and breathing, and in time i will be able to look at you in the eyes and know for sure that you are all that is real.
n.j.
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 2:50 PM UTC
Last night, I finally cried for the first time in 7 years.
I finally remember that gut wrench feeling and how your eyes have that slight burn.
I wasn't alone however.
I had 2 amazing friends by my side,
They were the first people who I ever told my horror scene of memories to.
I felt kinda bad because one of my friends cried with with me,
If there is a God, then bless her with everything good, she's such a sweet heart.
On one hand I like that she cries because it releases stress, but it pains me to know that she has stress in her heart.
I just hope she knows she can always talk to me and tell me everything no matter what day and hour.
Same goes for my other friend,
Most other males would have judged me, instead he handled it like a real man,
Understanding and acknowledgments of Loyalty.
I love both of those wonderful people to death,
And I will die before ever letting anything happen to them.
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 5:47 PM UTC
i read at the end of books
acknowledgments
and in most of them
there's a thankyou
directed at their "loving" "supportive" family
how they made their love for writing
and helped them every way possible
i have a cat
but he doesn't help
support? i guess so
but no, my parents and family
they ridicule me for my writing
it'll never be worth my effort and time
i'm scared that one day
what their trying to say
will finally get through to me
i'll realize that my writing isn't worth anything
it's not worth effort
i don't want that day to come
and no you're not going to be
in my acknowledgments,
my cat might
you wont
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 6:37 AM UTC
When you read my book and you find your name between the cracks
Of all my words and promises
Please do not think you’re in the acknowledgments
Know that none of my tears were yours to dry
They washed my skin and healed my wounds
That every time I’ve spilled my guts to strangers
They've all promised that there is a world of where you exist
But you’re not at the centre
And they were right
I watched you walk away but this time I didn’t cry
Because after all the years I’ve spent invested in a love that is one sided
I finally found myself in the reflection of your glass walls
I put my clothes back on and I left
It took me five years to see right through you
And you didn’t do a **** thing to get me here
Nov 14, 2019
Nov 14, 2019 at 5:52 PM UTC