"approches" poems
My heart
is a field of tinder
and one thought is the match
Step back -
the thought approches -
the whole **** place could catch!
Red hair,
quick smile
and arms open wide enough for me,
for me.
My heart
is a field of tinder.
Dec 3, 2010
Dec 3, 2010 at 1:25 AM UTC
what victory is it,
when he is not beside me
in soft flesh
but mangled fur
the world will rise and fall
always in a turmoil
those who seek to destroy
minds will stay living after dead
celebrate for now, if you must
already a new danger approches
He was not the first to try
He was the only i've loved.
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 6:35 PM UTC
I enjoy to walk
Alone in the dark
As the sun falters
And the moon shines and lusters
Bright from its ebony coat
And with every step an echo
So rythmically in tune
It matches my heart beating
As grasp in reality
Ever so loose
I ponder on monsters
Who called themselves men
On what twisted them to fiends
And brought them to change?
Is it treason that warped their hearts?
Maybe a lost love who crushed their ilusion?
Perhaps loneliness brought them this stupor?
Whatever it is that brought them so low
It destroyed their will, it broke their soul.
I ponder on love
I wonder how short it tends to be
And how we dwell on its loss
The suffering it brings.
How easy is it to feel a spark
To bring us from the brink of despair
Just to feel it´s mark
And where there was life, now there´s air.
And my thoughts grow darker
And my pace faster
Anticipating disaster
My eyes widen
I feel as if beset by spies
Who stalk from the shadows
Ready to strike
And I see it...
It is no spy
A beast before me
Clad in black
Eyes in red crimson
Stare sat me back
It fills me fright
I try to run
But stand paralized
My legs betray me
And the beast approches
With its back arched
And talons sharp
Holding me still
With its eyes...
It glared at me deeply
Almost feels pity
And whispers to me
"I am a monument to all you hold dear
For you clasp failure with a tight grip
It took a form in the being that before you stands
And is fear what drives forward
Not any feeling of pride
Deluding yourself in betterment
Inside you are nothing but lies"
I came to my knees
And I began to weep
The monster had tore my resolve
But deep within me
I could still feel
A shimmer, a last ray of hope
I can´t let it win
So I came to my feet
And stared and the brute
Clad in blackness so thick
It could block out the sun
And it´s shape had no shape
It twists and it warps
That piercing red stare
That stared straight to my soul
I said to the thing
"It is true what you say
It seems I can´t escape
From the mire of the past
The more I remain
The harder my escape
And the farther the distance
From achieving my plans
An edifice of failure
Given mortal nature
But mortal you are
All that is mortal can die
And when you do
I´ll be back to life"
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 10:19 PM UTC
Christmas Eve is in the air
smells like pine and i can hear
the reading of the lords prayer
though, no snow is upon the ground
it feels so joyous all around
with the scent of sugar cookies
and Winter Breaks game of Hooky
the presents lay under the tree
and the mistle toe hangs above you and me
love wraps us in a warm blanket
as the New Year approches in days, i can taste it
Tonight I shall hardly sleep
with the jidders of a childs feelings of Christmas Eve
the tiny belief of Santa Claus still dwindles
as the though of a fluffy man in a red suit kindles
as he will plop down my chimney with a bag
filled with hope and present swag
oh dear i can hardly wait
for the great Christmas that i anticipate
Dec 24, 2011
Dec 24, 2011 at 3:12 PM UTC
Stuck in the past like every single person who enters will be just like him. I wonder why I'm so forgiving but I swear I don't wonder about my trust issues. I have every right to not believe an "I love you" when it approches me. I laugh at apologies. I swear at the world. Because. Why. The. **** Not. I'm broken but you aren't allowed to call me that. I'm drowning but you aren't allowed to save me. Tie bricks to my ankles baby I like it. Scream in my ear baby I ******* like it. Hold me down I like it.
Let me scream.
Let me drown.
Let me break.
Let me fall.
I'm stuck in the past by everyone who has come in my life but all I see is you.
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 3:41 PM UTC
laying awake at 4:37
lonely and tired
with no reason to sleep
my eyes are heavy and weak
the darkness surronds me
the light from the screen
a thin veil, of the unseen
exhaustion approches
my eyes grow tired
sleep still evades me
with each passing hour
i am earning nocturnal behaviour.
Apr 14, 2011
Apr 14, 2011 at 12:45 AM UTC
June 1 was the day that marked the end to you and I.
But now that it is June 2,
I realised that i will be all alone this winter,
And when the cold front approches on June 3,
i will try and wrap myself with my webby blanket,
sip on to the last coffee that i have,
and hope for a better tomorrow.
While still searching for my heart to keep me warm,
even though the sun's rays still penetrate onto my skills,
i know that i will still freeze to death.
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 5:13 AM UTC
Ceux qui tiennent le soc, la truelle ou la lime,
Sont plus heureux que vous, enfants de l'art sublime !
Chaque jour les vient secourir
Dans leurs quotidiennes misères ;
Mais vous, les travailleurs pensifs aux mains légères,
Vos ouvrages vous font mourir.
L'austère paysan laboure pour les autres,
Et ses rudes travaux sont pires que les vôtres ;
Mais il retient, pour se nourrir,
Sa part des gerbes étrangères ;
Vous qui chantez, tressant des guirlandes légères,
Les moissons vous laissent mourir.
Le rouge forgeron, dans la nuit de sa forge,
Sue au brasier brûlant qui lui sèche la gorge ;
Mais il boit, sans les voir tarir,
Les petits vins dans les gros verres ;
Et vous qui ciselez l'or des coupes légères,
Les celliers vous laissent mourir.
Le pâle tisserand, courbé devant ses toiles,
Ne contemple jamais l'azur ni les étoiles ;
Mais il parvient à se couvrir,
La froidure ne l'atteint guères ;
Vous qui tramez le rêve en dentelles légères,
Les longs hivers vous font mourir.
L'audacieux maçon qui, d'étage en étage,
Suspend sa vie au mince et frêle échafaudage
À bien des dangers à courir ;
Mais ses fils auront des chaumières ;
Vous qui dressez vers Dieu des échelles légères,
Sans foyer vous devez mourir.
Tous vaincus, mais en paix avec la destinée,
Aux approches du soir, la tâche terminée,
Reviennent aimer sans souffrir
Près des robustes ménagères ;
Vous qui poursuivez l'âme aux caresses légères,
Les tendresses vous font mourir.
702
As no one approches
To help the poor girl,
I decide to give her
Some of my time.
I extend my hand
To help her up,
But she looks at me
And slaps it away.
"How could you
Think I'd want
Anyone's help?
Does it look like
I care for it?"
She spits at me.
She dashes off,
The pedestrians
Stare at me,
Laughing with
Their insect eyes.
The faces of doubt
And of foresight
are among them.
Whispering to me
" we did warn you"
All I wanted to do
Was to extend a
Hand of kindness.
I meerly wanted
To connect to her,
And see her happy,
But all I saw
Was mistrust
Brought about by
Too many nights
Crying alone.
How unfortunate
A person can be
To see all with mistrust
What does this say
Of our world.
This, too, seems
Just plain wrong.
Sep 20, 2010
Sep 20, 2010 at 11:10 AM UTC
Irresponsible
can sometimes be just
a label.
The way you look at me cannot be fair
in any way.
Why can't we just let go of when we mess up, get ******* over,
and fail?
Learning so much from every mistake making
new beginnings every new try.
Not every present moment will grasp every vision.
See everything in perfect form, make room for
a couple mistakes.
Time goes by,
slowly but not so sure.
Hard to see the clock tick and
take away everything that is right,
and the same reflection in the mirror.
Be firm but nice to yourself.
Look at you and if not happy,
find a way to improve.
Set goals and expectations at the right level.
Forget wowing the crowd and popularity.
The others you see who have more beauty and courage
are not expecting the same from you.
We only expect respect, honesty, to try, discipline, kindness, and
considerate approches.
The world takes its bad turns and we take time to be in a bad phase.
Time will pass,
you won't be as grown up.
Stay strong.
If anyone comments and reminds you of what they expect,
forget perfection.
Say, "half empty half full."
And expect what is needed.
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 8:03 PM UTC