"bluring" poems
Raindrops striking the window pane
I need to wipe them off...
I try,
BUT, they keep gushing
Blocking sight, the scene, efforts in vain
Bluring everything, obscuring everything
WAIT
Is it just me?
Then I realise - I'm crying
.
That window will break, someday, some time...
Shall that crack in that window..
"Snap!"
everything shall spill
Rain will flood in, and it's more than my eyes they will fill
Drenching everthing
Someone needs to wipe them away!
I'll try. I'll TRY. I'LL TRY.
Why isn't anyone helping me?
Mum, why do you stray?
.
Raindrops are falling,
Raindrops getting desperate, falling harder.
No one understands why they are, not even my Mother
They etch and carve at my window pains. Slowly..... eventually..... it will end in drains
Slowly.
Eventually.
One day.
.
Hallucinations. More carving, from cheeks to arms
Raindrops turn red.
No longer in drips, more of streams and river beds
Down the clear glass, seemingly steady and seemingly smooth
They keep waking me up in the middle of the night
I can't sleep. On my bed I flop.
That familar tune - monotonomous, dreadful:
"Drip, Drip, Drip, Drop."
Do you have them window pains?
Feb 22, 2012
Feb 22, 2012 at 11:23 AM UTC
She stares into the mirror, numb.
All she sees is the imperfections.
Her body trembles as she runs her fingers along each stretch mark.
Tears stream down her cheeks, bluring her vision.
She falls to the floor, trying to hide her stomach so the fat doesn't show.
She wishes she could be the girl she once was.
She reaches for the knife off the counter and just clenches it in her hand.
Sobbing harder, she drops it knowing that she'll become stronger some day.
She gradually composes herself, rising to her feet.
She'll break this cycle one day.
It might not be soon but it will happen.
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 4:05 AM UTC
High in our vast universe
Smoldering bodies touching
Fingertips exploring silken
Waiting with an eager breath
Dressed in silver moonbeams
Glittering stars in their eyes
Driven by natures own desire
Floating above heavens skies
The red rigid planet rises hotly
Teasing agony space performs
Lips tenderly touch and kisses
Orbits begin delicate slow spins
Venus in this sacred holy union
Eyes aglow in cloud like smoke
The world bluring and melting
As they slide together as one
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 7:31 PM UTC
How merciful of memory
softening edges
bluring lines
with time
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 4:52 PM UTC
lost in my train of thought
music is guidin me
no signs of slowin down
snap me back to reality
cuz baby i'm cruzing
where i'll end only i will kno
unless we stay connected
follow me
intertwined with my mind, telepathy
see what i see
life movin fast
billboards displayin moments in the past
bluring out negativity
regret's a strong *******
its been holding on too long to me
a tear streaks down her face and it tears down another side of me
a shadow encases her whole and suddenly i can no longer see
i can her whisper the words
"please just stay away from me"
until she fades
moving on...
a young man approaches me
I shake his hand
finally ready to face the world he decides to turn his back on me
stunned i look on
until i realize he's no longer within my reach
another door closes...
another one opens and i'm blessed with a childs laughter
the silhouette struggles to stand trying to find balance
if only he could comprehend the lessons being taught to him
he falls and regardless he tries again to accomplish what he sees others have acheieved
determination...
I turn to find a wall
texture is rough but presense is familiar
strong and unbreakable
and yet i chip away at its will as the years fade
cold, no longer as strong as before
easily breakable
no longer can you defend us
stand behind me
let's see what i'm made of,
please let me try
I can't stand to see you fall and i know i never say it but
Mama you mean too much to me...
Found but still lost
a mirror in front of me
confused to discover
exactly whats become of me.
Jul 22, 2011
Jul 22, 2011 at 10:03 AM UTC
You gave me peace
or it was just in my dream
you went away in few
left my broken heart to sew
your words echoed in the closed room
With black dots blinding my vision
Promises to together forever
Were these only me who swore?
Or you were just blabbering Like a broken tape
Repeating in my ears again and again
Love i felt
Was it all a lie??
Those sweet messages
Were they all fake??
Walls are mocking at me
that we painted grey
Road we travelled are asking
" where is the other one?"
Benches are felling lonely
Without our chirping
Being with you was like a rollar coster ride,
Sometimes high and sometimes low
Too short to last forever
Past Memories are bluring
As the heart is fixing
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 9:11 AM UTC
Misty vision
fogging up my mind
Bluring the lines
Already so hard to see.
A momentary laps in time
The delusions not so few
Nor far behind
One thing remains true
A solid grounding
A form of security
A reason to be happy
The love from another
Feb 8, 2014
Feb 8, 2014 at 5:21 PM UTC
I dont know what to do
I am so confused
Everythings so fuzzy
Its all clouded up
My mind is spining
Its a whirlpool
Im high
Im low
Everythings so fuzzy
Im all clouded up
My vision is bluring
Everything is going so fast!
I cant keep up
I need that rush
That high
That low
Everythings so fuzzy
Im needing
Wanting
Craving
A high
A low.
Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 9:44 PM UTC
Hands shaking,
face burning,
vision bluring,
this is what I feel.
Pulse beating,
uncontrolable feelings,
frown setting,
this is what I feel.
Questions racing,
thoughts overwhelming,
confusing setting,
this is what I feel.
Fifty feet,
red face,
tears pouring,
this is what I'm doing.
Curled up,
with a blanket,
ripping pictures,
this is what I'm doing.
I hope you know,
I hope you see,
I hope you understand,
this is how I feel.
I'M DONE WITH YOU
I'M DONE WITH FEELING
I'M JUST DONE
Sep 8, 2010
Sep 8, 2010 at 5:30 PM UTC
MY TURN........
(to rant)
There was a time when Halloween
was lots of fun, no one was mean.
We didn't have to check our treats
and children safely crossed the streets.
And then the "seventies" arrived
with liberal concepts all contrived
to change our "Dull" society
bluring lines of propriety
bending rules of decency,
corruption, greed and call it "Free".
No freedom lies within these mores.
Suffering now, we've locked our doors.
We scan for weapons all aboard
or come to school a frightened hoard.
Is this the "New Society" that once they blithely stated
would bring to us a world that's free of hatred, educated,
would bring us new insightfulness?
Devoid of all the frightfulness?
A better place for us to live?
A healthy place to raise our kids?
When mistress Miley gets on stage,
or "Beeber" gets arrested
are we really proud of them?
Well I'm not, I'm ashamed
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 10:07 PM UTC
Strangers parade all around in their undying masks of hidden souls carrying on with their secret souls, not seeing who any one can really be.
They move so shadowed their figures distort in bluring mimic of blind movements, so cloaked and over bearing the shadows presense, they blend to be one emassive culmenation of hidden secrets the world hides them before they themselves can.
The distortions, so blindly obscure by their unrational wits, writh as their unbearablely clandestine futures draw closer to an edged madness as their undying silence takes over.
Their black fates are met with a silent nothing which destroys all fact, all fiction, and all reality.
Jan 1, 2016
Jan 1, 2016 at 1:25 AM UTC
They've no heart,so they feel not.
They have sight of eyes bluring,
Their retina captures far too short images of focus.
They have hearts deeper than ocean's debth.
They are full of reasons,
so we ceaselessly ponder,
with unending muse.
We give to them our hearts in market places of multitudes of feelings,
they've no heart,thus know not feelings,
they damage and ravage our pure hearts,hearts full of love,
we give truth and feed on lies
They fall to mischieves, paying rapt attention with soft fertile heart.
To unambigous clinical non-fiction sound of voice they frown at with rocky hearts of stone.
Though they sing with melodious angelic voices they have no melody,
They are extractions of men's perfect beauty,
Beauty,beauty which they took from us,
And to such beauty we're ensnared.
From our pain they've much pleasure,
They have no heart so they feel not.
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 3:16 PM UTC
incomplete
it was a blue sky,
and there was a hope inside my heart,
but,why it doesnt seem like that ?,
that light brightly opening like an angel's ladder,
the 'me' inside your heart doesnt seem like the 'me' in my heart,
when did i start to feel like this?,
the cold and icy glory,
trapped in the fog,
inside your words,
flying throughout the night,
feeling hesitate for denying the truth,
that light opening like an angel's ladder,
nothing will gonna happen anyway,
these feeling keep binding me up,
make me feel miserable and incomplete,
everyday in pain ,
hopping that this is just a passing illusion,
disappearing with the pouring raindrops,
but,why it getting clearer everyday?
the further i go,
the closer it get,
im in fear,
but im keep hold on,
my burning heart not going to hold on,
even if im pray to god ,
i have to accept that the heart has lost its place,
the eyes has lost the light,
that light become bluring like an ink on a old paper,
the maze has changing,
it is a different path,
and i found 'you',
who lead me to the peace and silent,
where i have been safe and sound,
the darkness spread like a whirlwind,
im following 'you' who hold my hand,
like a ray of light in the darkness,
im following you,
to forget the curse of being incomplete.
Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 8:25 PM UTC