"alined" poems
Its all just words
No faces
No looks, no clothes, no smell
A simple connection
It could have been anybody
But it wasn’t
It started off as a hobby
Something to keep boredom at bay
By now you’re junior olympics... At least
It can be as flawless as beach glass
Or jagged
and farspread like the trees still dieing
I never know what to expect
Excitement
Misunderstanding
Seriousness
Interest
Laughter
Understanding
Awkwardness
Distracted
An idea
... Clearly I could continue
It’s like my little escape hole
A therapist that Actually understands and wants to
We just click
Alined by the sun
Some would say
But I dunno if that’s true
All I know is what I feel
Should I not feel what I feel?
Do I feel what I feel?
Is what I feel real?
Or is it fake
Is it a lie?
Or should I make it one
I don’t know what’s best
How can I
I’m new at this remember
All I know are the words of the known
Who are unknown to me in one world
And an empty chair in the next
I sit down and wait patiently
Until it’s finally my turn, here is where I’ll sit
There is no shame finding comfort in the little things the chair offers
Its smooth silky surface
The wine stain down the middle
the dots that resemble a smile in the corner
You don’t forget what you know so well
You open up your palm
A baby snake inside
He doesn't take it
He doesn't **** it on the spot
He doesn't grimace with disgust
He doesn't burst out in laughter
He picks it up
and cradles it in his hands
And sets it free
Back into the world where it belongs
And then he gives you a dalia
You take it and tuck it behind his ear as something to be admired
He blushes
He needs you too
Maybe
But its real
Almost too real
So you push it away
It’s impossible
It might not even be close to what you think it might be
Forget
And stay silent
Hey
We start again
A haha here
A smiley face too
Climbing up the uncertain mountain that has never been climbed before
The chance of falling high
But you like the chase
And for now
It’s enough
You don’t really care if you summit anyway
A possible “when”
always dangling
Inside the clouds
Aug 27, 2012
Aug 27, 2012 at 3:15 AM UTC
by Arcassin Burnham
flowing like the earths motion when i take a puff,
blowing out some the gunga,
could you help me up,
ambient as all things,
when its dark and quiet,
hand structures and wedding rings,
your mind is not alined,
too many ********* in this world,
suppertime,
if you find the time to pick up the pieces,
it will be fine,
hopefully,
let yourself be the host of your own enemy,
of get therapy to comfort you,
havent been right since elementary,
hoping they all turn against you,
and look!!! there it goes!!,
cant remember the first time i ate a mango.
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 10:55 PM UTC
the laughing ***** shrieks on
a masculine bellow till dawn
the young girl fades
into the paint
to find a way out, before she faints
the almighty angel
is shot from the sky
she has alined with satin
the unbreakable tie
the blanket sits
crumpled up in a lap
shared with the many
and yet no claps
they all sit staring
at one another
the tension’s high
yet they all are brothers
they pretend to not care
it's what they know
but beneath all that
you feel it show
a tattoo of sarcasm
ripping them open,
from the inside out
so they can't keep quiet
they always shout
no one knows the scars it makes
no one wants to, they'd cry lakes
so the young girl sits
repeated back by the mirrors
she knows a secret,
and yet she fears
that if they knew,
she'd be gone
and still she whispers it
to herself
and tucks it away,
or puts it on the shelf
the single truth in the bag of lies
unnoticeably simple,
the surrounding eyes
it's just the cast away
the rotten apple
she's aflame with the pupils of loathing.
Dec 19, 2011
Dec 19, 2011 at 3:01 AM UTC
Neat.
That was how it always was with her.
Everyday she tried to make perfect.
She will try,
she will try hard for things to be alined.
Her life is ***** and spam.
For her,
Perfection isn't this far off thing like it is for us,
Its right over the hill for her,
Around the corner.
Maturity is within all of her decisions.
There seems to be no mistakes in the way she lives.
Sophistication is in her voice.
For her she can only step forward,
There is no going back.
A bitter world she attempts to make great.
She will try until the very last sunset.
Til her body gives her no more energy.
Everything must be precise.
She is a perfectionist.
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 5:53 PM UTC
Holding hands with Amber,
As a sweet melody plays.
There are bells in the distance,
As her crafted face stares at empty space.
I could point out a thousand stars,
but none seemed bright enough.
Her interest captured,
by her own hands.
Stuck in mud,
that sound could not wash away.
The beat intense,
But events quite clear.
Apollo has alined the stars
and the planets stand still.
Almost to attention.
To the dying embers.
GRAHAM MURPHY
Jul 24, 2012
Jul 24, 2012 at 7:31 PM UTC
The heat knocking through the glass,
Shaking the metal,
Our seats impersonating
Our body heat.
I looked out, a brief pause in journey.
The red light tirelessly blinked
Then and now,
Green would be a go.
He was peeling it off,
He asked me, as usual I said no.
One was handed to the man
With an upturned mustache on the front,
I could tell that was his pride.
Three were alined in a plastic bag,
Their fate still undecided.
Gentle but hurried taps on my window,
They had cars to cover
I think now.
Two little kids in ragged clothes,
I wonder is it the dust of the world
Or the filth of a society's failure
That stains their clothes brown,
Their faces black?
One was of the usual age
They're grown up at,
The other, the age
They begin at.
After a brief and short
And "matter of fact" discussion,
Bearing in mind the kids' busy schedule
I wound down the window,
And decided the three bananas' fate.
The grown one just ran to the next car,
Grown you see,
The little one
Yelped in happiness
Of the fruits rejected by me.
Nothing could sound more beautiful
Than the kid's exclamation
"Bananas"
A giggle.
The red turned off.
The driver smiled
Yet every act was but a drop
I could not collect
To fill the desert of doom.
The heat hovered
And hovered,
The heat that turned
Back at my home
Many bananas black
Until they were discarded.
The flies feasted upon,
The gun is pointed
At the kids.
Sometimes blood leaves no stain.
Sometimes the black stains
On bananas are of our souls.
Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 10:17 AM UTC
Everything is not perfect.
But titles are alined.
In a way unimaginable.
Nothing is perfect in a world that fights.
We scream in a cave and it echoes.
All titles are alined.
In an unimaginable way.
But it's possible.
Everything is possible but only in unimaginable measures.
Everything is here and we just don't know it yet.
Will we ever solve such a mystery?
A mystery in unimaginable ways?
We shall wait and see.
Dec 25, 2010
Dec 25, 2010 at 11:39 AM UTC
the planet Earth alone in the great Universe
built by the Star called sun pulling the earth
93 million miles in each and everyday of Eternity
a little Planet timeless a self nurturing to survive
the wondrous being grows smarter
the magnitude of Earth destiny refined
for within its self discovery a predator race
consuming the earth with inventions making
every modern convenience to enrich life of humans
while on Earth causing extinction using up
the entire planet as Earth revolves around the Star
the human senses taught to pillage **** in greed
while the love of Star light celestial beings cry
stop polluting grow sustainability grow grow
cosmic consciousness for all life thinking
I run singing beware of the predators
humans consuming at an alarming rate
exterminate exterminate stop over populating
the song of life needs to love the maker of life
feed drink run play buy modern invention ....
back in the Bay so carefree so good
the breeze on a warm summer day
eclipsing the terror of humans with weapons
sustainability for all Stop making weapons
a distant cry....off with their heads
we need to look at their ideas stack up these
round hairy orbs...stop these heads from thinking
the race is on to own every modern convenience
ownership the brotherhood of power and greed
a Shylock selling the goods first you got
to have a weapon allows instant gratification
the adrenalin to preform theft **** manipulation
don't need an education weapons mental strength
to pull the trigger a modern christian born again
getting his ***** on the right foot in
la kook aracha getting its antennas alined
when the lights turn on they disappear the room is vacant
Evangelical nation knows no borders
on land in mind rights of women
gods nation with guns killing pillage ****
alas what of education got it pull the trigger
for GOP the oily Democrats one world government
brought to you by the makers of weapons
killing for profit 60% of each tax dollar made
to own the Planet one welfare nation over all
in god we trust little jesus people
a human race for humanity
every thing created was once an idea
a thought is a spirit that becomes a being
flesh and blood living life created
the right living in the shadows
on the edge of night til all the Stars are alike
til the other time lord casts its shadow
a quake a night rising falling middle land
a beauty in life creed to be a home
the strong will to proceed
the race of humanity
such beauty...
gjmars 6/17/15
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 5:55 PM UTC
The last six,
The end of a long journey brought by the judgement of my eyes,
Alined to make up eighty pages, making up a hundred and sixty one poems, which too has the horizontal checksum of simply just eight.
But why eight ? Because it is equivalent to four pairs of wings,
Carrying me, softly, gently across the sky of emotions and thoughts,
Eight is a round number, yet a pretty imperfect one wavy alike the sea
Built in a castle of crystal starlight, misery and happiness unite,
As time ticks on I too will find one which makes me just melt away
Like no one else has, in a unique style, a honourable moment to fade,
The broken pieces of a dream remain shattered as I can't move,
Yet I am not sad, for I finally have done what I loved the most,
In a world of art and devilry I created both, became immortal,
So I will try and write through the night, until I exhaust myself or achieve my goal, hence, what is left but destruction at this point ?
Your brilliant smile is burnt and rots, transient carried away by wind.
And I remain standing, livng on forever.
In limbo.
~ Umi
May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 8:00 PM UTC
If my mother read my poems
She would think I was in love.
I'd have to explain to her
"How could I be in love with anyone if I can't even love myself?"
If even the thought of love makes me sick
To the point I feel like going days without eating
Humanity has a notion of love
It's all consuming
all powering
all people want
But if I can't care for myself
How is it right that others expect me to care for them?
My mother, if I were to line my body
With my favorite quotes and phrases and lyrics,
Would think I was in love
But aren't love and hate closely alined?
Coiling around your body and gripping you till you don't know yourself
From your obsession
If my mother read my poems
She'd think I was in love
*So deep in love that I've lost myself
So deep in love that I've found myself
So deep in love that I never had a self to begin with*
If you see my mother read my poems.
You'll see her cry
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 10:26 PM UTC
His name is netcar against my tongue,
It is a warm...breeze through my teeth,
And the sound,
Oh the sound!
Once escaping my lips,
Upon meeting the air,
Resembles the delicate ruffling of wind through the leaves of a willow.
His face is a mysterious...
Beautiful!
Mirror of the sun's golden rays,
The moon's silver shivers,
Blended into one whole...
Forming a creation of the Earth...
Uncomparable.
Unique.
One out of the millions of galaxies
And all their individual stars.
His eyes are twinkling stars,
Two alined lovers in the sky.
His smile is the unraveling of a full moon,
Lighting where ever darkness lurks.
His energy is
light,
warm,
happy,
and full of love.
Mar 31, 2012
Mar 31, 2012 at 2:30 AM UTC
witness me now
awakened
out of a dream
like a nightmare
without a scream
safely guided out
witness me now
comforted
by the obscure
unleashed
i broke from the herd
that held me captive
witness me now
free from restraints
that bind me
i never looked
behind me
when i left that day
witness me now
as i run yet
stand alone
in this town
i found my home
that's where you'll find me
witness me now
in my chi
alined with zen
in you
i found a true friend
resuscitated
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 5:16 PM UTC
Monsters live where they make their bed/
Controling you while living in your head/
And some befriend you and help/
While the others want you to suffer 'til you're dead/
The monster is your own mind/
It's your subconscious, you're bound/
Behind every decision/
With astounding precision, its work is found/
Puppeteer in the shadows of the mind/
It's your instinct, making you blind/
In its grasp is your emotions/
While its master plan is being alined/
You wouldn't know what it seeks/
Our down fall or rising to our peaks/
Friend or foe, ally or enemy/
You're powerless against it, so to speak/
So enjoy the ride while it lasts/
And let go of your past/
Live in the moment, be happy/
The possibilities are vast/
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 6:03 AM UTC
Should just leave you alone
All I'll ever be is a change in tone
I think I could love again
But the doubts already been reflected in my lens
People are probably more right about me than I've never been
I thought my past was supposed to tell me what I want for my future
But that accident was more than a fender bend
I try to take all the bad with the good
I figure if things happen, that's how they should
But when everything's going okay
Where's the success in that without having to pay
Everything that was ever great becomes transparent
And you lose sight of something that was so opaque
And with the lack of imagery
How will we find symmetry
Your side is perfectly alined
And mine is all white washed from the pine
Don't tell me you're fine
Without me your personality subsides
A man is nothing but his confidence
But you're too caught up in your pompous dance
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 12:19 AM UTC
we're closer now
more than before
our brains connected
perspective of mine and to yours
alined and in-kind
and one things for sure
I had seen it too early
but you didn't for sure
our brains are connected
but your heart's not mine
you'rs kept neglecting
mine's kept tearing apart
and as I see that one smile you've got
I tend to start it all up,
as if my heart wasn't shaking
It didn't give up
Dec 15, 2018
Dec 15, 2018 at 7:16 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Loved you,
like my sister,
loved you,
like my mother,
baby it hurts,
baby it hurts,
hated you,
like a enemy,
hated you,
like an associate,
baby it hurts,
baby it hurts
my pride wont let me cry,
do you see what im coming from,
without that kiss,
feelings die,
sorrow to pray with the nuns,
molded you,
like a baby,
molded you,
like a soldier,
it stings alot,
it stings alot,
created you,
like a drawing,
created you,
like a feature,
it stings alot,
it stings alot,
explicit as your attitude mite be,
i say its worth it,
after the stars are alined,
you may see that you were chosen,
by the thorn.
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 8:13 PM UTC
I'm small rays of light just early in the morning, before beautiful flowers of the garden start blooming.
I'm an endless entity, an end product of a poet, a true king and you know it.
I'm a rainbow emerging after a wind of storms.
I'm what you hope to reach when you extend your arms.
I'm a red rose that pierces the heart without thorns.
Smiles, I'm the best of charms.
I'm a bag full of insults
Holy matrimony, I'm what you hope for I'm results.
I'm a voice of a broken child, that had wounds but still smiled.
I'm a ****** up child
I'm a messed up mind
I'm what you are looking for, I'm what you find.
I'm a dearest, I'm one of a kind.
I'm the purest of words
Grinded and sided between pores, I'm leader of herds.
I'm a forbidden sound that echoes from the ground.
I'm a small pack I'm profound.
I'm a poem
I'm alined phrases with new faces
And it's a pleasure I finally met these white pages.
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 11:42 PM UTC
Scratched my ears, licked my nose.
Hopped along, tail arose.
Fur is clean, eyes are wet.
Belly is filled, but not full yet.
Grass is green again today
Keeping my cubs at bay.
Trees are once more tall.
Hiding in the hedge, my own wall.
Strange sounds are following my tail.
Sun goes and welcomes the hail.
Food runs out, cubs are dying.
Just lost my son, by a bird flying.
There's food in a can, silver alined.
A thrilling noise, the can chined.
Lost my daughter, a man is near.
Hair in my neck rises of fear.
Last son died of the cold.
I remember last year, losing one on mold.
Snow greets the sun, spring is closing in.
I'm on the run, I stole oncemore from a bin.
My tail grabbed high, by man again.
But he's a bit different, this little man.
He's tiny and soft, and doesn't speak.
He's squishy and noisy, maybe even weak.
It must be a cub, of a human sort.
He's not just tiny, but really short.
He's wet with drool.
He looks like a fool.
I don't care, I bite him anyway.
A noise as loud as thunder, there to stay.
To think he'd let go of my tail.
Gripping firmer I can only wail.
Time passed by, in a room full of bars.
This is better however, living with the stars.
I'm always fed and clean.
No one here is mean.
I must say I was mistaken in men.
Still bite 'em, that who I am.
Passed by several times.
Seen many bars and chimes.
Until the forest meets me oncemore.
No humancub, just green's core.
A bang as loud as a roar.
In front of me, a bleeding boar.
Running from the familiar foes.
I'm not used to it, and hurt my toes.
Picked up by the tail, nearly déja vu.
By the hands of a killer, I can see him through.
He looks a lot like the cub that grew up with me.
The one I bit, scratched and still cleaned my ***
The one I held and held me back.
Loved me, did I love enough or lack?
For him to look at me with those eyes.
A glare ready to send me to the skies.
A glare that once loved me.
A glare that once set me free.
Someone to see me as a pet.
To love me as a friend.
My throat feels wet...
This is the end.
Nov 19, 2019
Nov 19, 2019 at 4:34 PM UTC