"admist" poems
Sorrows casted through and through
Beneath the shadows of the true
Does human kind wonder in despair?
Or do we simply just breath in this toxic air?
I pick the choices which i have known
Ones I dare to say I own.
And when the heart begin to fall
I have no choice but to crawl
Shes smiling there, admist the crowd
Arms open, feeling proud
Before I get to share a kiss
Shes without a trace, forever missed
Random thoughts and words expressed
A fools dream or wishes at best
One would probably have never cared or guessed
That its after 4am and im so depressed.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 9:24 AM UTC
Embraced again
My soul races
And is nourished times ten.
Filled with sacred knowings -
The mind's eye is glowing.
Reaching heights
Of indigo light.
Soft
And gracing the skin
Gently
As i fall within.
Flowing amidst
I am pieces of the sea.
I innerstand the motions
Of the winds that we breathe.
I see love growing green.
Stitching in gold, the fabrics
Of our never ending dream.
Together is our only way
To save our sleeping days.
United we can awake.
I am forever chasing grace.
Blessed again
With an exotic luxury.
The world
And love's potency
Is floating me along.
I tune in to
My favourite song
And slowly drift away.
Reaching heights
Of violet light.
Quiet
And losing the time
Clearly
As I fully unwind.
Floating admist
I am particles of air.
Simple stardust being -
So transcendent and aware.
We are a never ending flow
This is the only thing to know.
So I bring this all within me.
For here's our biggest goal:
To Stretch Beyond Our Realm,
And Be One Universal Whole.
Together is our only way
to save our sleeping days.
With love we can awake.
I am forever embracing grace.
☼
(( miss.....mica. )) ***
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 1:28 PM UTC
From the womb of the night
Births the Sun ,
Admist the wails of rays and light
Overshadowed in might the night
Slips away in amazing grace
And in good graces goes
The last fleeting breath
of our last night's dreams
The epimonic clatter
We hear year after year
"Goodmorning to all far and near"
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 8:37 PM UTC
A grimoire of nuptials apporting
The implored cadaverous knight
Securing obsequious omens
Stirring the sleeping metals of
Chaste belladonna, glistening
Elf-locks entangled with Hellweed
Vowing until the golden bowl is broken
Clasping the devils paintbrush promising
Before the garrulous black mass
Leering upon Vulcans mirror
Cursing the covenant of faithfulness
With a moonstone band
Evoking a vixens wedding
Sealing with Adams holy ale
Their oath as the belfry rings
Resounding admist white sepulchre.
ELEETE J MUIR.
Jan 13, 2012
Jan 13, 2012 at 9:00 AM UTC
The stars aren't as tasteful
as I'd hoped they'd be,
*You fickle moon,
You eclipse of a lover.*
Vinegar. That's what
those cosmic light bulbs we
call stars taste like. Raw
and savoring, bold & eccentric.
*Kissing summer on winter's lips
The cheek of spring still stings from autumn's hand*
And I'm marooned in this fine
red wine hour,
nostalgic in the art of reading
The hum of dragons pulse~
The whisper of the wolven breath,
This time around your blood
was thinner than ice.
Twisting the tendrils of our thistled love
across my snowy throat,
***Crimson is so ******* beautiful***
It was your job to swallow sunsets and it
was mine to throw up sunrises. We
followed the commandments branded on
my cheeks.
*It was the only bible we had,
Because my scars were worth
"something"*
When the roof of the sky meets the jaw of
the sun, the teeth are the clouds & constellations.
I fed the world my spine because it was starving.
chinking off marrow, and mouthfuls of my flesh,
Devour me.
*And in my wake you shifted the lapis void,
forcing my eyes open as gold tears spilt*
Streetlamps groaning at midnight,
will you watch the ravens with me at 3 a.m?
I'm not one for fate but,
destiny is mine for the taking.
Bones wish they're bending,
yet promise they're not breaking.
I bargained my soul and sins with Lupus,
and now I am his poet.
A daughter of aurora borealis,
buckets full of silver sloshing admist
my eyes.
When I no longer love you,
it will be silent,
and tragic.
.
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 11:29 PM UTC
Let's feast on the night
And gaze in delight
Soft sparkles admist a black haze
Breathe in moons arise
From vast cosmic skies
More calming than sweet softly days
For cloud can dim light
And drown out of sight
A sun single, solem, shining
But alas come the stars
Shimmering afar
A universe of siblings
Now sing
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 9:24 PM UTC
On a cafeteria table,
in the middle of February,
the kind where it gets dark at 5pm,
sat eight minature figurines made of shells—
brown, speckled, like a calico cat
with googly eyes on the middle of their heads,
one business man with a black derby,
one with a pretty pink bow,
or even one with blue suspenders,
and all their chubby bellies
rounding out over their pants. The woman
with her iridescent nails, bony fingers,
the skin pressed thin against her knuckles,
lines them up in a perfect row, tilting
their heads into one another as if
they are having a tiny conversation
admist the numbers being called—
B14! She stamps in red. B14!
A man pushes a cart around the tables,
like one mows grass around graves,
with fifty cent candy bars and potato chips
on flimsy paper plates. He asks the woman
if she wants ice in her Pepsi, but she just blows
a long sigh of smoke and flicks the sparks
behind her back. He doesn’t ask her to pay.
G56! She touches the head of the figurine
with the mustache. G56! I’ve lost count
of how many numbers I’ve missed,
but then there’s you, your hand on my thigh,
creeping, your fingers pushing
my cotton skirt up, up, and up—
O74!
We play with acrylic chips instead of stampers.
We’d like to win the lottery tickets,
maybe cash them in at the gas station
after we drink a couple iced teas and snack
on Mentos cause we ran out of money
two bottles ago.
The figurine with the fishing pole has one pupil
that lies at the bottom of the eye,
lop-sided, and staring at me while I pretend
that I have G47! or pretend that this isn’t
the first time you’ve brought me here, G47!
instead of a real date. Or pretend
that I can’t hear the woman cough, and cough,
and cough as she switches stampers between every ten calls
or touch this figurine or move that one, just slightly,
this way or that or
N44! She doesn’t have it. N44!
I don’t have it.
Don’t worry, child, you’ll have it all someday,
she whispers, sideways from her mouth,
with your thumb making circles around my hipbones,
and the man pushing the cart, the squeak of the wheels
B7! But I don’t have it. B7! I don’t have it.
I don’t have it.
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 12:38 AM UTC
The one i love, loves me not
So am i chasing a beautiful girl
Or a nightmare?
These feelings that I've got
They make me scream
Make me plead
Oh God I'm guilty
Of falling for you
And its so hard to breathe
When you're near me
I feel like an intrusion
On someone, too pure
Admist the confusion
I, cannot sleep,
I am melting
Falling through my dreams
And there's one thing to be seen
I, will wear this Crown of Thorns
If only to be by you,
For one second more
I will fly
Spread my wings
If only to fall
And wake with you beside me...
But i know, one things for sure
I keep waking on the floor
Amongst the dust
And all my broken thoughts
And so you see, for all i say
These words won't change the way
That you perceive
It might just be a bad dream
Or an unfortunate reality
I, will wear this Crown of Thorns
If only to be by you,
For one second more
I will fly
Spread my wings
If only to fall
And wake with you beside me...
*music *
For just one second more...
Oh, for just one second more..
I will endure this pain
Like a cage it contains
My punctured heart
And so i say,
Even though these scars will stay
Are a beautiful girl?
Or are you my nightmare?
Either way it hurts..
But i no longer care!
I, will wear this Crown of Thorns
If only to be by you,
For one second more
I will fly
Spread my wings
If only to fall
And wake with you beside me...
I, will wear this Crown of Thorns
If only to be by you,
For one second more
I will fall
Even if i try to fly
But thats okay, at the end of the day
I'm falling for you
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 5:56 AM UTC
What does he wants?
He just wants someone to be there,
to keep a check on him,
cause each day he is so much new
while still staying upright in the sky's blue!!
What does she wants?
She wants someone to contain all her love,
to simply bind her emotions into one,
cause each day she slowly ages
while trying hard to get free from all the cages!!
What does he wants?
He wants someone to wait just for him,
to be there looking out admist the clouds,
cause the clouds try to blur his sight
while for her, he is trying so hard to shine bright!!
What does she want?
She wants someone who can give her the space,
to simply let her be her own self,
cause each she deals with a hell lotta faces
while tying them together with love bounded laces!!!
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 3:30 PM UTC
a searching universe
continued cries
evil kisses upon lies
worried people
missing secrets
the town is suddenly screaming
admist the chaos
wrapped in longing
a boy and his repeated demons
faded and stained
all but the same
darling bleed and release
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 11:40 AM UTC
They Have nothing in common
except their desire to be together
And at times i think,
maybe that's more than enough
or, maybe they have not yet realised
that there's not much difference between his silence and her constant chatter
they supplement each other
in ways they'll never understand
her acting like mystery, and him decoding her every action with never a tinge of annoyance there replacing his warming smile
his never-ending patience and love and her pain that refuses to fade away
he likes to live in his own world
( A WORLD WHERE THE SUN AND MOON ARE TOGETHER WITHOUT THE SUN BURNING THE MOON )
he likes to dream about touching the stars and enlighten her dark life like moon (while fighting the eclipse in his own life)
she is the one that helps him from flying too close to sun
and get his wings burnt
while **he, like a calm to her storm,
fills colors in her grey-life she leads**
*took me a while to realize,
that the missing piece of us that we were looking for
was in front of us all the time
took time to realize
that there was a reason **why tears in your eyes caused me pain
took time to realise **
why when I cut, it was you who bled
took time to realize...
why admist this hell,
*you felt like a blessing from heaven
an atheist started believing in omens*
oh, if I could only make you understand,
but it's never gonna be that simple,
i won't spell it out for you
I'll just wait for you to realize, what I just realized
if you just realize what I just realize
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 10:31 AM UTC
He love me in all those times I cant find strength to love myself,
letting go of his idea of my empty screams, if ever I am to need him; his guidance, his help
to me he is like the sun with his radiating smile
with his UV eyes,
and despite our fights his hot skin would still warm me during the coldest of nights.
although my pride makes words like these ones remain dorment in my chest,
He.. makes them dance with fearlessness out of my mouth still, even admist this scary hindering doubt
about our life and our lifes route..
but you see his love for me always overcomes my shouts. the pettyness of one who feels weak in her needing
telling him go, and crying as he's leaving
my tugging, and clinging I think is what scares me the most
because I know love is not loud and that love does not boast
but oh do I love him, right down to his very soul
He runs himself through me as wind runs its way through my window screen
and fills me up
like white grape juice in my favorite blue cup.
and I always know *** with him theres never any resisting how he speaks, how he looks at me
I
feel like im the only girl existing
and I can never help to think, that
I must have been a saint in a past life, for this superman,
with his angel eyes
to ever consider taking this **** up
as his wife.
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 11:13 AM UTC
The hidden box,
beyond the abyss of infinite nature,
marks the beginning of the world spinning around.
A box of myseteries, feelings, sins and wars,
an opening of beauty and chaos
in admist of wondering constellations.
An epitome of a hauntingly beautiful destruction,
a slavery of many hypocritical power-driven successor and lust-filled idiots,
crave for brilliant over-taking of the mind.
Seeking the closing,
is hard.
Souls scattered across the Earth,
Gaia is never at rest.
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 8:03 AM UTC
I like a leaf...
Allowed to be dry...
Then swept away by the wind...
Alone:
Hug the loneliness...
Admist the crowdess...
Jun 26, 2019
Jun 26, 2019 at 12:29 AM UTC
it is a day of sunshine,
yet i am chained
to a desk.
balancing budgets.
but oh! how the sun calls.
it whispers,
sweet, slices of
watermelon dreams,
in to my ears.
it murmurs, bubbling
brooks of tantalizingly,
**** homemade
lemon-limeade.
it talks, incessently
of mangos, eaten warm
and straight from
the skin...
it beckons me, to sin,
to walk barefoot, across
forbidden grass...
to the sand...to the sea
oh! how the
springtime sun
beckons me....
yet,
here i sit,
admist budget misery....
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 8:16 PM UTC
marks upon the skin no feline could make-bittersweet scarlet deluges the hate
the frenzy shall earn a place by her heart
she paints admist her blood; calling it art
violation of the windpipe and she’s loosing more weight
tries to forget the scars that he’s made
mother can’t help, father will tell
is she a produce of the devil? she is immersed inside hell
she instills the remarks and fights for the blade
"how fleshy she looks, her skin is too large"
cannot help but weep, the words create torment
now ***** manifests, the gut-wrenching scent
she lies in the mess, too faint to take charge
the edge chews in deep,
her pulse has decreased
so close the sun, her heartache will cease
the red stains tile, but she will not weep
her organs have slowed
drowning in sweet, sticky, red wine
mother crawls close, sees her design
her beating is done, all doors have been closed
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 9:36 PM UTC
I threw a leaf off.
It waltzed itself in the air
without fear or despair.
The little green dancer dropped
dead slowly,
taking his time in the wind,
taking his pleasure with plastic bags and supermarket catalogues
admist this harsh and frosty gale.
My brave leaf seemed to ascend at times,
but mostly plummeting.
It might have reached near-mach 1 in a second,
but I could not be sure. (and I think it didn't know)
As I waved
(either to say "goodbye" or "come back")
I looked up and saw
on the balcony above me was a ***
of plant with other leaves, waiting.
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 3:43 AM UTC
Summer was a sunset of
fiery oranges and pinks that
demanded to be seen.
A cascade of sexist phisophical texts was
the only constant admist
internship talks, a
wavering appetite for
electronic poetry, and the sight of
distant fireworks through a
tinted bus window.
In between the screaming pain in
six dozen muscle fibers,
I entertained a
whirlwind of friends from
elementary, middle, and high school with café talks and bar trivia, and returned home, alone in the
early hours of the new day,
to dictate fervent writings onto a
screen of shatted glass.
Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 9:55 AM UTC
Many had fallen but few have risen
Deep in the hearts of men spears glisten
The battle field
Where you are only as strong as your will
With hate this thick: many had fallen short of reason
Could it be for glory or be it for freedom?
For as many we were, we all scourged for one diadem
Pride blind our eye sight vile in our strife
Your blood my knife your fall my rise
Admist all this mayhem no one knows if it may end
Survival of the fittest? No, triumph for the sleekest
Even the meanest got slain leaving no clues for the weak ends
Alas! We were three one throne one king
None relenting till life flows only through one being
With no soul to reign on the crown becomes null
All in all we had bled for nothing
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 6:08 AM UTC
I'm not a sheep amongst the flock but a wolf amongst the sheep
Not a carcass left to rot but the butcher slicing meat
Because someone gotta survive, and its gonna be me
You can pull the wool over my eyes but you'll end up losing sleep
See you can lie to my face but i can sniff out the truth
Not everybody's buying ******** we are wiser than our youth
I may have a young face but my soul is in pursuit
Of old age, divine space, that's ruthlessness for you
See my stamina is boundless and i have that pack mentality
I can toggle between the two, loyalty or reality
You can make all these promises, but you cant promise me
That you're not another poser because you reek of it to me
Imma howl at the stars just to keep you awake
Outside growling at your window just to drive you insane
Because you messed with a wolf and thats a fatal mistake
Now I'm putting pen to paper just to put you in your place
You, dont know what you're in for
You, aren't getting away
You, are already falling
And now, in your head, I'm here to stay
You, me, crazy
You, me, crazy
You, me, crazy
You dont know what you're in for, and now you're going crazy
The possibilities are endless like the power of Infinity
You stop dead in your tracks like you just had an epiphany
You can't lose the trail when i **** my head, listening
Your voice trembles with fear and I'm feasting on the signaling
Your muscles race with adrenaline, a system overdrive
To face what you can't see admist the shadows of the night
All your senses quickening, preparing for the fight
Because you're in the corner now and there's nowhere left to hide
Hands shake, an earthquake, i hear the drumming of your heart
Jesus Christ, any faster and it could tear you apart
An explosion from the inside, you glow in the dark
From the heat that you expel like the embers of a dart
Eyes wide, pupils large you know this is your fate
Wishing you could go back but you know that it's too late
You meddled with a wolf and now you're filled with doubt
Things are getting serious: head down, claws out
You, don't know what you're in for
You, aren't getting away
You, are already falling
Check under your bed because the monster's here to stay
There's so much left to do,
And so little time,
With nothing left to lose
It's time to set things right
You can't play, Chinese Whispers
With me, because, I hear everything
You, don't know what you're in for...
You, me, crazy
You, me, crazy
You, me, crazy
I've got so much in store, enough to drive you crazy
You, me, crazy
You, look, wasted
You, me, insanity
You don't know what you're in for, and now you're going crazy
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 5:50 AM UTC
Watching his velour for he was to be my knight,
Dismounting he spoke in clever clichés and poetic chime,
Swooned & enchanted my silk craft flutter upon the ground
Dreaming I of fevered kiss at night chambers,
Unforgettable the offense my skirts held high,
Would he carry the fortune of a king and wisdom of a sage?
Pray tell my good knight of roses across the moon
Merlin be twining the silk thread,
Mine fingers restless in watch over the mazes,
His crafting potions and poisons be pale,
All through bora blue skies trembling flesh am I
One hand to the sky, another to earth below,
Doth love speak there at centre of thy chest?
Admist silent alchemy foretold,
Methought Magick be alone sorrows gold
Smoothing long silks, lily pond sings,
Mine tortured concupiscence
Reflection light is seeping,
Spectral are illusions spawn immortal gold,
Star lights ignite mine love sweet knight
Why so far?
© Arnay Rumens / A Sol Poet 2013
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 10:56 PM UTC
*Dearest:
If I could touch you just once, then I'd be whole, I swear.
Sitting here letting youtube shuffle like the muddled thoughts within my mind, you're all that won't dissipate into thin air.
All Time Low, then church tomorrow morning, why won't you leave?
Are you lonely?
Do you need someplace to stay for a while?
Well, my arms and ears are open. Stay here a while.
Rest.
Everyone says "shes an invalid" and "she needs help", but I know it's not true.
Because if she feels half what I feel, all she needs is me.
And I need her more than the breaths I take, the words I write, and the ideas I spout.
One day, we'll be together again, angel, angel, angel. My angel.
My one and only angel.
And I can't wait for the day I can roll over in this same bed where we kissed and see your sleeping eyelashes fluttering admist your sleeping sighs.
I won't be doing much sleeping.
I promise.*
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 11:13 PM UTC