"attatched" poems
No strings attatched
They loudly proclaim
As I feel a subtle tug.
This way, that way,
Upwards, down:
A guiding force
So small, so menacing.
No strings attached
They tenderly whisper
So close to my ear.
Do this, play that,
Lie here, forget:
My tiny concious
Easily crushed, easily displaced.
No strings attached
They persistently hiss
As I back away.
But why, what if,
How come, explain:
Life is a stage
So who is the puppeteer?
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 3:51 AM UTC
If I say you girl
you are inside
my neuron world.
Would you belive?
Or if I send you a mail
MRI scan report attatched.
Will you read?
Belive me or not.
The sparking in
my Vegas nerve are not lying.
An afgan ****
***** to ***
Whiskey to Wine
I had tried everything-
the doctor pescribed.
But, it's my nercotic nerve
stop receiving all signals
It polarised at my SA and AV node
by your high sugar smile.
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 10:09 AM UTC
No strings attatched? He asked
I laughed at that
As I watched my skin break into threads
Intertwined and braided all the way to your place in my head
Visualizing these strings leaving my body and landing around your throat
While I agree in the hopes of you saying just kidding to the words you just wrote
You see I am made of strings
And other types of attatchments that lead to things
Like getting hurt when a boy asks to be no strings attached
When it was coincidentally to him that I was latched
Not to mention, this boy in question never prior showed these intentions
A flirty smile here or there to me meant he might want to date
The Hopeless romantic in me says he might be fate
When in reality he was waiting until it got late to ask me to hook up like an animal looking for a mate
Prince Charming with no charm
All you did was cause me harm
So when you ask a girl to be friends with benefits
And in her heart she has made you a resident,
Use some of the tact that this boy lacked
Knowing that once you're involved
There is no going back
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 10:35 AM UTC
Dam I need a blunt,
can't put up with this ****
I'm fealin a new person
My heart just feals like cursin...
I've bin hear,
in this new home,
sober a new rome,
If i had my shear ****
you'd sure would hear a cheer song.
I'd feal you out so happy,
have my words churned out to sappy?.
I'm way out,
I'm not burned,
I get it I sure learned
far out mars rover,
spot me out like your'e lucky clover,
out in a big croud
I'm rare like a drout cloud,
like I said,
I miss my bed,
eatin all day,
freakin all may,
Give it a doobie a precious ****** ruby
Not lit Not fit
can-I-Just-quit?.
How bout a bubble and a bowl,?
no trouble nore parol,
you know i'm slick won't get in no ****
just help a ***** out and blow me a hit.
I love my jane we plan to mary
when she's gone my world gets scary..
So be it if i'm sketchy,
I'm posted monalisa ,
see me on the wall,
touch me and I'll fall,
trust I see it all,
you walk right out the door and leave me on this floor,
I've seen it as it's low thats why I tend to flow,
Best of what I know is what minds like to show..
don't come back that lock is latched,
holdin steady bit attatched,
I need a hook to hold me steady.
some one strong that will be ready,
May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 3:40 PM UTC
It is
a claw
attatched to a string
tied to my foot
and when I try to move away from it
it scratches me all the more.
It is
a pool
of clear water
with black rocks on the bottom
the more I try to swim up
the closer I get to drowning.
It is
a hurt bird
and when you try to help it
it breaks its other wing
leaving you the criminal.
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 11:29 AM UTC
Lay beside me, wasting my time,
You've done this the last four years,
Showing a sliver of the lovely creature you were,
You have become the epitome of my greatest fears.
What I'm saying is you are only half-there,
Your partial absence drives me insane,
My tender heart too attatched to you,
You make a mess of my brain.
You only think about yourself,
Lacking the strength to look beyond your veil of smoke,
A planet of people exists who are scared to lose you,
Their fear does not bother you, so concern you provoke.
When you are feeling like nobody cares,
Having a bad day, bad week,
When you do not want to take another breath,
Remember life is valuable, though for now you are weak.
Tell me there isn't a point anymore,
Just don't know how to make you see,
You are loved, should be aware of your beauty,
I feel your hesitation, insecurity.
I sense that I am no longer helping growth,
Maybe we need a reality check,
This is not a proper way to live,
Transforming into an emotional wreck.
I think about you, I come unglued,
Still remember who you used to be,
How your skin tasted before the holes,
When your laughter was more than a remote memory.
Outside our cell a world is waiting,
Reality becoming distressingly clear,
Someone who is unwilling will not change,
I know this yet an invisible chain holds me here.
Dangerous game we play for two,
Do you miss leading me astray with lies?
I followed you everywhere, wish I had known,
Your sight was as blind as my blindfolded eyes.
Profound power possessed in your palm,
You hold my puppet strings,
Anchored by dreams and twisted promises,
Delicately, my strength swings.
Ambitions hardly holding on,
Changing into a shape you choose,
Break me into your "perfect" girl,
You ran my well dry til there was nothing left to use.
Is it me you desire, or what I have to give?
Do you love my body or soul?
The only reason you have tolerated my mind so long,
Is because I made it easy for you control.
Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 1:31 PM UTC
I think we get attatched
and we need something to coax us off of love
We go from heartbreak to happiness
Only because without it, our hearts would give up
Our minds wouldn't think straight
Our mouths couldn't utter words
We are not living unless we are constantly fearing the loss of another.
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 12:26 PM UTC
I know it hurts them
I can tell that in their eyes
there is no hope
and they move on
because their tired of trying:
It hurts me too.
I am selfish
But I feel for you
in a world such as ours we need to be
in this world you are alone
and you’ll leave it the same way
I do not live in riches but get everything I want,
yet I find myself so unhappy.
They say money cant buy you happiness
Yet talk of the lottery is constant.
I have had a life full of vacant hearts,
selflessness,
deceit
a house that never felt like a home.
Something all the material goods in the world
cannot take back.
Showered with gifts to cover up this dingy past
but it will forever shadow
because I have never stepped on grass as green
as those who are willing to let go.
I fear being vulnerable
emotionally attatched or loved.
I long for it as any human
with a beating heart shall
but it is far from here.
You never know what happens
behind these closed doors.
Something I wont let go
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 9:47 AM UTC
"How do you keep so unattatched?"
What do you mean?
I hear this question so much.
I guess you just dont see.
I'm not holding back
Or doing anything
I just don't know how
To hold onto anything
I never had a home
Or any long term friends
Letting go is manditory
Everything ends
This isn't a good thing
I don't know how to love
Don't try to be me
It hurts. It's numb
I'd rather be attatched
Sown at the hip
Helplessly heartbroken
Longing for your lips
Instead i despise you
For latching on so tight
I just want to run
I know that isn't right
So don't ask me that again
There's no special trick
If i could love i would
If only i could stick
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 2:33 PM UTC
I'm sitting alone, surrounded by people
An un-still congregation, away from their steeple
They pass by me, often without a glance
And when they do, i've missed my chance
Every person here has a story to tell
Their own thoughts on heaven and hell
More than just that, they've lived whole lives
I wonder for what each individual strives
There's a woman in a fluorescent orange cap
A curious thing with ears attatched
She walks into the Hudson news
And all I can hear are the sounds of their shoes
As they still walk on, not noticing me
The man who sits and writes what he sees
I wonder if that's all i'll ever be
And if any of my words mean anything
Jan 18, 2011
Jan 18, 2011 at 10:29 PM UTC
a
tidepool
brought
me
to
an
epiphany
about
how
to
live
i
found
a
limpet
attatched
to
a
rock
i
tried
to
dislodge
it
from
the
stone
the
stone
was
moved
before
i
could
ever
remove
that
limpet
that
is
how
we
***MUST
CLING
TO
LIFE!***
soulsurvivor
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 3:19 PM UTC
The screen in my window is partially torn
one half is fully attatched while the other..
is caught in the wind that is slowly pulling
it along, waiting for it to let go and flow as
gracefully as the newly falling snow
**But I am the other half, holding on for my
life because I'm afraid of heights that the
wind will lift me up to..**
The glass that I am protecting is already
broken, so why shouldn't I let go?
Don't.
*N
o
w
I
'
m
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
.
.*
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 6:42 PM UTC
I hate the way her eyes scan me over with jealousy. She's so enviousm but what does she think I have that she doesn't? I'm the diluted image of my mother's beauty, yes, & she wants that. But she doesn't realize that full pouting lips, the large startled etes, the palest coffee-cream skin comes with strings attatched, a think contract she has no idea about, full of clauses & fees. the very last page reads 'Amelia', signed with my blood but written in my mother's decided, sure hand. She doesn't see all the chameleon shades in me, or how I need them just to get by. She has no idea of my longing, my yawning morning yearning for the way she's the same girl every day. I admire he belief in (the lie) that no one can **** with her, while every person I meet makes something in me panic, wondering if they'll be the next to discard me after taking me out & finding that I'm both too much to handle & not enough to stick around for. She can shrug off a punch & barrel through a crowd, moses to any sea, any shore she finds herself at the edge of, while the simple swat of an absent hand creates ripples & gusts that send me tumbling, toppling *** over teakettle. She scans aisles of people, tasting, testing any that are above her minimum standard, but I've never had that kind of freedom; I've always been a sample, appetizer, appease me, please me. babe. She knows as well as I do the desperation for approval, for being desired, but the difference between us is that she refuses to change for anyone but herself while I need people to give me someone to be.
Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 2:44 PM UTC
Muscle groups in the atmosphere
tension
ready for exertion
or maybe a break
snap
ripping cords
would be attatched to rocks
but not now
when all has fallen
but then
all flies
like time
or planes
lies on the air
as it teleports one's body
across the universe
into the conjugal visit that is today
such a catch
this day
so pretty
has a good personality
but is it real?
Nah
can't be
nothing that perfect
is ever natural
but augmented somethings
meant to make all else
quake in its reflection
mirror mirror
why oh why
must the caged bird
breathe?
Sep 22, 2012
Sep 22, 2012 at 9:29 PM UTC
I can't even write anything about you,
You're such a piece of **** it hurts my head too much
To write words that are strung together so sweetly,
Giving perfect metaphors of the things that remind me of you
Like spoiled food, deflated birthday balloons, decaying bodies.
"I'm so sorry, I know you're mad. I'll do anything."
How about you get some counseling and go **** yourself?
No, Really.
There's definitely something wrong up there
In your small dense brain,
Attatched to your spineless disgusting self.
I know you're probably constantly on here,
Checking to see if I've written a beautiful, heartfelt piece about you.
How's this one? you're pathetic.
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 3:56 PM UTC
How do you come to know if there's attatchment in you..? How can you say that you feel connected to someone..?
Is it by the fact of feeling hurt when someone tells u something..?
Or by the hurt you feel when you say something to someone and then the despair runs through your veins to your mind cuz of the guilt that rises due to your actions..?
Or by the ***** in your heart when the veritable verdict enlightens you after your words attack the Victim..?
Or otherwise is it the simple but the only strong feeling of being carried away when you leave all the world around you and close your eyes concentrating on the point exactly between your eyebrows, thinking of the pure miniscule that was present, before the Creator, destroyer and the protector were seperated, and then flowing in the energy of that miniscule..?
Attatchment and hurt always work like the process which involves equilibria.. And when they both take part in the chemical reaction, that takes place in the mind, Life is defined Partly..
But The happiness associated with the mould that consists attatchment and hurt is of the pleasure that seeps in to your body knowingly pursuading bliss..
But the happiness associated with the dedication of your soul to the non-material world is of the pleasure that licks your sensational nerves in your brain pursuading Ecstasy..
So whenever someone asks you how can you be attatched, with someone or the one that lives in everyone, then by not evoking a discussion tell them, "its simple to ask, but complicated to explain" . . .
- Mahesh Hegde.
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 11:36 PM UTC
Long tunnel
Cord attatched
Assissted out
First light
Slime covered
First breath
I am born
Day after day
Hour by hour
Year after year
New things become routine
Day by day
Trying new things
Learning
Loving
Leaving
Learning
Hours become days
Days turn to weeks
Weeks combine into months
Months into years
I am living
One second
Years feel shorter
Last breath
Dry to the touch
Last sights
Last everything
Cord attatched
Six foot hole
I have died
Nov 16, 2012
Nov 16, 2012 at 2:13 PM UTC
Today i woke up in an old bed ,
where i spent last winter in meditation -
after having went to summer party
salad mountians and a million and one stand of food
candyfloss , fair ground ride , face painting , a band , drinks everywhere in buckets with sun block attatched to it even though it was kinda cloudy but there were nice clouds
and best - some people roaming about with a sunflower cut out taking polaroid pictures
and in them there is someone holding the sun.
(haha)
What a lot has happened today..
hmm .. i collected some old things , ate a routine breakfast of bagels and home made plum jam , with the addition of a coffee -
the subtle changes even in a few months ranges from old place to new old place
that is the distilled essence of travel and indeed a marker of journey's progression
return to an old place - to see the new, no matter how small -
in a place one thought devoid of any new textures ,
smells sights sounds and emotions
yet, yet - here is something new .
I saw an old friend
several in fact .
Family -
Families.
And then i sat down to write for a bit and drank some vanilla chai tea.
and listened to some good music and draw a little.
and that was snapshot of day snapshot of day 78739101-1
END ARCHIVE:
Sep 8, 2013
Sep 8, 2013 at 4:46 AM UTC
The sinking starts again in the pit of the stomach up to that empty heart of yours
So emotional and so attatched to possibilities of high hopes and expectations
Drowning in tears again in the darkness of your bedroom in the middle of springs moon
Blossoming with fears of losing everything in the palm of your hands
You had no chance at all because all the chances you had you threw away in daze of indecisiveness
All your insecurities flood in your bedroom as you get lost in your thoughts and forget all your promises
It was so sad, all those choices you made lead you strait to tradgedy
Both you and me,
I swear its both you and me
But your convinced that only bad things happen to you and little black rainclouds hover you in June
I'm not so sure you understand that process is only the beginning and maybe your choices are part of the magic of blind faith
So just escape to optimism
Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 5:29 PM UTC
points of dust, moted light,
coded messages,
of indecipherable love,
from the sun and this day's dieties smile.
are....
siphoned through,
the dappled, green eucalypt
to become....
shafts of godly grace,
that tickle, wrinkle
and play hide and seek,
with the contours of your
handsome face,
weekend stubbled
and lax within,
the shadows of sleep's
suburban fringe.
curled up, on your lap
your child, golden, halo haired, head,
asleep.
ear at your heart's designation,
hand anchored,
in the flannel of your shirt,
foot tucked into, your trouser pocket.
a little, love limpet,
attatched firmly, to you.
you, and the littler you lie, serene and unaware,
in the old, striped deck chair.
quiet and together in,
restful, repose.
the remains of lunch...
now just, crumbs and
sticky fodder,
for busy trails of ants
and attracting the lazy bee's of bumble, that hover and hum, above.
and book reading's are open,
unfunished, scattered on the table..... waiting for the
eventual waking...
along with the cat,
perched imperial,
and purring,
on one ant free corner
of the old and faded,
rattan chair.
he stands watch,
dotingly, over,
his dozing clowder....
this is ... the wonder of,
sunday afternoon naptime.
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC
I think I fell in love
With all this sky up above
As I sit here in Texas, Cedar Creek
It’s so hot, not even a leak
But all the people oh so friendly
The smiles they give are always free
Some likes the cowboys and some are longhorns
Texas is much different than the state of corn
They have Goodwill’s much bigger than you dream
With rows and rows of clothes, WITH ATTATCHED SEAMS!
They have a Cowboy Church that welcome you in
Don’t fret or judge when you can’t make it back again
When they say everything is better in Texas
You should see what we eat for breakfast
I cannot wait to start a life here
Texas is now my home, with a Shelby always near.
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 9:49 PM UTC
When I was little,
I was given two gifts.
The gift of beauty,
The gift of love,
They were placed upon my soul.
Sometimes they would seem small,
Or in some cases,
just the opposite.
But knowing i would always have them,
It was okay.
Then,
Years later,
I felt an aching pain,
Something was missing.
The love i felt turned rotten.
I had to start over.
The love I was bestowed,
Wasn't enough,
Anymore.
I needed to find a new love.
So i waited,
I watched.
I observed the happy,
And the hearbroken.
I tried.
I really did.
I looked and looked.
Searched.
Was fooled and tricked,
And very confused.
But i was wise beyond my years.
I knew that this waiting was a sign,
A sign of good to come.
Then,
After so many tears,
After so much abuse,
From the shadows,
There he was.
The match I've been searching for
We talked.
Shared our lives.
I figured out where my other half was,
How he came to be.
I began to give him my heart.
The old love that I had.
I placed in his hands.
He didnt notice,
but i did.
I didnt care if i never gained anything.
Just being in the presence,
Of this magnificent creature,
Was enough for me.
I wasnt guaranteed love back,
But i could tell he was different.
He had the same life,
The same experiences.
Where has he been all this time?
I began to grow attatched,
Feel comfortable,
I felt my soul growing on his.
As long as i was with him,
Or even thought of him,
I had all the love in the world.
The thought of loosing him,
Chilled my bones.
Almost all my love,
Was in with him.
The love didn't matter,
Only he did.
But one night,
The little love I had,
Was entirely ripped out of my soul.
By none other than,
him.
I was blindsided,
I had always been careful,
Why did i trust him.
He the began to drain the little love I had,
Straight from my soul.
But that wasnt enough.
You see,
Before me,
There was another.
She was my opposite.
A different beauty.
She possesed different eyes,
Different skin,
A different soul.
He was drawn to that soul,
But could not have it,
Until he gained the gift of love.
My gift.
Beauty was rare,
And it was extreamly rare to posesses the feeling,
Of that precious gift.
He couldent leave me with that pleasure,
So he ripped the love,
He ripped the beauty,
Right out of me,
And gave it to her.
What kills me even more,
My soul he still has,
A piece of my heart forever.
I am left shattered on the floor,
With no one to peice me back together.
And hes starting a new beginning.
My new beginning.
And hes fine,
Hes smiling with her.
And I'm here writing.
Trying to search for an answer.
Trying to make peace.
Becacuse this was the one story,
I havent learned from yet.
the story of,
him.
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 11:23 PM UTC
Exhausted from rapid obsessing
All I feel is aggressive doubt
To darkest hidden corners
My mind, heart, it flows throughout.
Deepest wounds make a home
Between buried thoughts in brain
Bleeding steady streams of uncertainty
I show nobody my pain.
Stomach knotted tight with effort
I wait for someone to notice
Difference in how I speak
I am in the background, something's amiss.
I am shouting "help!" with a silent mouth
In this world colors do not belong
Wondering why I overthink each action
And why feelings persistently steer me wrong.
Get attatched very easily
To the coldest, wicked, damaging touch
Let guys I fell for destroy soft parts
Denied truth because I loved so much
Pretty sure there is something wrong with me
A mutation somewhere in DNA
It's like no matter how great life is going
Somehow everything still appears grey.
Transparent, see right through my skin
Walking through crowds alone
Dreaming of better days
Harboring thoughts I own.
Long to travel far from here
Can't sleep with all this stress
My mind my biggest enemy
Memory I can't evict or put to rest.
Mistakes coursing through blood
Screaming to get on the right track
Frightened I am not capable of succeeding
Failures precariously balanced in a stack.
Images as clear as the instant they occurred
Until eyes distort edges, greatly exaggerate
Have to write to distract accelerating thoughts
Words and stanzas my reliable escape.
Always there whenever, wherever I am at
My brain a dangerous nest
Sometimes the ideas I overanalyze
Become tangled and knotted then manifest.
Wishing to be a better person
My value I cannot comprehend
Instead focus solely on flaws
Insecurity never seems to end.
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 7:48 PM UTC
She stands infront of him,
not hugging him.
Or holding him.
Not kissing him or holding his hand.
Real close,
As she grabs his hands looking at him with a new sadness in her eyes.
Him looking at her,
not knowing why she's sad,
or whats going on,
he pulls her close and holds her tight,
putting his arms around her,
and stroking her hair.
He tries to comfort her.
With him doing this,
she she sadens more,
looking up,
because he has no clue as to why she
sadens like this.
Seeing her despair,
he asks her what is wrong.
Knowing his helplessness,
she again looks up with her sadened eyes.
Not saying out loud,
everything thats inside her head.
Wishing he'd already knew.
Not upset about other troubles in life.
Her mind's eye is in him.
As she is found with a new despair of her..
but almost perfect boyfriend that is
standing infront of her now.
As she knows that of the burden he's
removed from her.
The pain of whats in her life.
He brings a new one,
the reason for her despair.
The person that is betterly different fron the rest.
The reason she is now happy.
Also remains the reason she is sad.
New apologies.
Him being sweet,
but also the one that brings a new problem.
Not understanding of how he cares so much
and can let words slip by.
Still remains puzzled.
New apologies.
New hearts broken?
More strings attatched.
As it is to be said;
too good to be true: never lasts.
So as she sits there in his arms,
she wonders.
How it got this far,
and how to change the event that is yet to overcome her.
Silent wishes yet plesent dreams.
She hopes it wont be over yet for her.
Hoping the new treasure in her life can only hope to bring but more joy.
Not to get worse but to only get better. Her joy.
Dec 1, 2011
Dec 1, 2011 at 9:40 PM UTC
As if the world were round
he drifts
floats around
no ties
not attatched
even to his body
he's too high
up
above it all
in others' eyes
he seems
unaware that he's all alone
that he isn't cared for,
that the day he dies
will be a day
and nothing more
but he does know
is all too aware
that he isn't loved,
that he is a living ghost
of sorts
kind of an alien, really
it's shocking
to look into his eyes
and see
the tragedy
of one pretending
that they don't care.
Oct 4, 2012
Oct 4, 2012 at 9:15 PM UTC