"blurried" poems
We'd both seen this coming for awhile now
Yet we'd managed to neglect it somehow.
Through the looking glass of tears and stained tiles
Through the cracked and shattered fake smiles.
Through washed blood from opened scars
When I found you emptied out in hometown bars.
Passed blurried eyes and foggy car windows
Into alcohol filled veins and tear soaked pillows.
Instead of you embracing me I cradled you
Passing down dreamless hallways inable to get through.
The war hasn't begun it's been going on for ages
You've set up your defences but I'm not in those stages.
I don't want to fight I want you better
But this letter, I won't regret her.
Please tell me you understand my pain and sorrow
Please get better, I'll see you tomorrow.
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 10:56 PM UTC
headache.
bout of boredom.
momentary warmth.
chilled walk.
a stare.
a flickering of the eyes.
a name on the tip of my tongue.
it comforts me.
smells.
i remember those well.
and with them come memories too great, they bring tears to my eyes.
they are clogging my tear ducts, causing traffic,
causing blurry vision,
taking my eyes off the road God has lead me on.
who am i?
not who i was when i graduated high school
not who i was when Elias died.
not who i was 9 months ago, when Africa punched me in the heart.
not even who i was yesterday.
change is constant.
the question of tomorrow hangs in the air.
will it be better?
worse?
boring?
but i walk anyway, making myself move forward,
making myself take it in,
because i know that soon this will all be over,
and this chapter, this heavy chapter,
will be finished,
and will be regarded as a blurry memory
where i cant remember who i was, now.
lord, let me take it in.
let me smell you,
and remember who you are.
let me feel you with my memory..
and staple you to my agenda for the blurried tomorrows.
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 10:09 AM UTC
She dusted you off her shoulder
something she noticed out of the corner of her eye,
a nuisance flake that looked like a blurried boulder,
brushed off without so much as a goodbye.
but love remains..
He sends you a text message
or calls you on the phone;
his promises were a hollow pledge,
he hangs up, and you’re alone.
but Love remains..
You feel your spirit start to wither
and you realize you must forgive her.
You feel your soul dying from within
and you realize you must forgive him.
*And Love remains
even when he leaves,
that’s how you can love again.
Love remains
even after she leaves,
that’s why you can love again*
He gave you his heart
tied with a pretty bow,
you opened it and found a box of pain.
She gave you her heart
delicately placed in folds of silk and satin,
you opened it and found a box of rain.
*Yet Love remains
even when he leaves
that’s how you can love again.
Love remains
even after she leaves
that’s why you can love again*
Deep within all the pain,
time passes..
and Love remains.
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 1:01 PM UTC
She left you one morning,
She had no choice.
In a country of millions
She had just one voice.
The law made it clear
One child would do.
To obey it would mean
No hope for you.
As she laid you down
Her eyes became blurried.
On saying goodbye
Said don't you worry.
Another will come
To take my place.
A mother will come
From a different race.
She'll hold you and love you
As if you're her own.
She'll take you away
To a brand new home.
She then ran away
Her heart broke in two.
Don't ever forget
Of my love for you.
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 11:58 AM UTC
Feel it crawl
Hear it call,
Watch it drip out from your maw.
Taste it, raw
Smells like god,
In this void your time is null.
The sunlight burns,
Your stomach churns,
Delicately decay, my fragile corpse.
Buried in worms,
Blurried visions,
Are those halos or pointed horns?
Feel it, slow
Hear it echo.
Watch your insides be hollowed.
Taste your breath,
Smells like death.
In this time you'll meet your end.
The sun still burns,
Persistently shining,
While a part of me is dying.
-SLuR
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 6:59 AM UTC
My clothes are familiar and I blend in well
the shops are quiet and do not sell
I drive on regardless each day the same way
a sagas myth is here to stay
the welcoming inn a buzzing hive
clothes unpeel and emblazoned I rise
in short sleeved blue Jim Jams with clogs of noir
to follow tiled pathways and stairwells on high
scale the walled harbour and tide
gloves now cover along with gauzed hair
levy labelled with cóem and time
a mask of no air
a visor upon my stare
gloves that give birth in a pair
entering the abode
the door is unsealed
la dévastation is revealed
with each breath mists my brow
stifled sounds and blurried spectres
angels wings unfurled
amorphous canoes float among modulus forms
each suspended on ripples that care
moorings avail the fare
pure is the air
each a lifeline
engaged in dance
the lines waver
a harmonious swell
take gauntlets and bib
many hands take hold
the canoe is in white water
capsized and adrift
what’s up is down
and down is sound
the turbulence unfolds
blue now runs red
muscles unwind
eyes now a veiled
dreams on thin air
eyes are the story
telling their all
prepare, engage, and consider
action stations now all
the canoe revives
eddies are restored
the brows repose
the eyes belighten
a canoe is transformed
the moorings are loosened
our chance to assist
the derrick is grasped
air finally comes forth
a canoe breaks loose
a belling arises and then one more
steers an outstretched hand
the lines are gathered
the harbour protects all
a poem is written
an eloquent enigma
each number makes news
a zero the grail
summoned by home
the inns light fades with the distance
a refreshing shower
a cooling drink
a warm meal
tired eyes, fasten shut
the canoes float past
my eyes open but nothing stirs
I mouth in silence
'yield thou viral hold'
May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 7:32 PM UTC
I was so weary,
So sad that I can't talk.
I won't talk.
I will just let this fall,
And wet then dried.
I will let them pour,
Instead of keeping another liter.
Wait, am I alone?
They must pour but,
Only if I'm alone.
If one saw them pour,
That one is worthy.
One won't see it if they're not.
Or maybe the dam was full,
And the operator let go.
I was so weary,
That my eyes blurried.
I won't talk,
Then I would walk,
Together with them.
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 5:32 PM UTC
Restraint,
Shackles,
How blinding,
Words of sincere certainty,
And honest hopes unfounded,
To utter power,
Bound within my head,
Intoxicating, enchanting,
Electric, within tension,
Possibility and imagination,
Fluid beyond mention,
Hidden, insidious undertow,
Beneath kind, genuine intention,
How blurried, how quiet,
How secret, how afraid,
How sudden… in a moment,
Changed.
Crushed.
Removed.
Darkness and devastation.
The weight of despair.
Within a chasm of disbelief.
It all seems unreal,
Unhinged, unraveled
Undone, unwhole,
Pieces.
In a swirling tempest of dust,
Twisting, turning, overwhelming,
Broken, fading, lost.
Slowly… gravity… and time...
Patient grains of sand run dry,
Fears, disappointment, and doubt,
Tears, running down, and running out,
Searching for some feeling,
For something lost, long ago,
A speck of light, a star within,
A pulsing, rhythmic flow,
A new chance to look inside,
Revelation, in a blinding glare,
What once disappeared beyond notice,
Now an imminent state of repair.
Jun 2, 2019
Jun 2, 2019 at 10:33 PM UTC
Hurried
Blurried,
Wide
Eyed,
Attraction
Action,
Ending
Sending,
Bedding
Shedding.
Jun 6, 2023
Jun 6, 2023 at 1:57 AM UTC
the horizon was a painting
i saw its blurried lines today
erased with the flick of a wrist
repainted with the color grey
was it an ilusion?
or was it just me?
seeing what i wanted to see
a world of my own to recreate
to mold, to shape, to paint
everything
beautifuly unfinished
everything
tragically unmoving
am i the horizon?
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 6:14 PM UTC