"blurrs" poems
everything blurrs
almost into an objective view
an out of body experience
you find yourself in a minor rock
back and forth
you're focused
you only care about that one person
Is she okay?
you wish you could know
you wish you could help
Is she okay?
Is she okay?
Is
she
okay
?
Mar 8, 2012
Mar 8, 2012 at 7:00 PM UTC
I have been born in this skin,
and have loved it wholeheartedly.
I've watched it grow, and play,
nurturing it, neglecting it. I know
my shaking knees do not smile,
the sweat on my palms do not taste sweet.
I know the sent of my body; every follicle
of hair which grows wild,
soft and familiar, like the forests of home.
I love the wrinkles, and dimples,
the great mass of my flesh.
My fingers play across it
as a child would trace her fingers over
the body of a lake, or the frost
on windows during a cool morning.
I speak in tongues, in dreams, and images
that no other could hope to know.
I walk my mind in summer afternoons,
and nights on a lonely beaches.
I imagine,
ugly and silly,
stupid and witty,
wonderful, fanciful,
and frightening blurrs;
and they are all beautiful,
and they are all my own.
I love myself, even when I am unfair
even when I am wrong, and selfish, and angry.
Even when I wish to rip at myself
until I’m a harmless mass
of calcium and iron.
Even when I heave under the scale of things
so much larger than this, so much darker and older
and deeper than this,
there is a voice in my heart that says:
no.
You are a daughter of dying stars
and You are stronger than the trees you love
and You are not perfect
and I love You.
and I forgive You.
my shaking knees do not smile,
the sweat on my palms do not taste sweet.
So tell me stranger,
what do you know of loving me?
Nov 14, 2012
Nov 14, 2012 at 11:17 PM UTC
I wanna bottle up the memories of you
Filter my blood of your poison
Detach your roots, the roots you sunk so deeply into my heart
Erase the taste of your hesitant lips from mine
**** the paradoxical sensation of your hands caressing my thighs
Forget the way your eyes light up when you look at me
Estinguish the flaming desires blazing inside me
Burry the letters you wrote me with your shaky hands
Burn the traces of you on every inch of my skin
I wanna bottle up the memories of you
Let them simmer for years
Just like fine wine
For you were my sweet addiction
I was hooked on every aspect of you.
Every dimension of your being
Ignited a fire in my *****
Made me go mad
Mad for the love we felt but never had
Sent me on endless journeys within the murrals of my overworked brain
Got me moaning, screaming
Rushed my adreline like a hurricane invading every pillar of my body
Dilated my pupils
Intensified the beats of my fragile heart
Clogged the flow of blood to my head
Forced my teeth into my lips, even yours
I wanna bottle up the memories of you
As the few thing that create this bittersweet sensation and trigger the smallest cells of my being--
Other than the trembling flame of your liveliness--
Are the taste of wine burning the insides of my mouth
while the substance slowly blurrs my tired eyes
The smell of a book whose pages await the touch of my fingers absorbing each of the letters
The hazy feeling of worn-out eyes at the end of a day free of frames
The cold temperature of ice cream warmed up by the heat of melted chocolate
The smoothness of the soul of a tea cup covering the frames of my glasses
The sound of the sweet combination of words and notes blasting through my earphones
And the bottled up memories of you
Left to simmer for years
Just like fine wine
Burning the insides of my mouth
Till my eyes get tired of looking for your face in a faceless crowd
Dec 31, 2016
Dec 31, 2016 at 8:42 PM UTC
My vision blurrs
I feel so cold
Don't know where I am
Don't even care
In this world
Where all is black
I scream and shout
But no reply
I try to find
A place to stay
Can't see a path
To lead the way
It becoms colder
As time goes by
I walk alone
There's no one here
I see a warm light
In the distance
I walk towards it
It faded...
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 5:47 AM UTC
Tracing, ridges, over and over it repeats.
Black on white and white on black
color seeps through the space
lines lines, shapes and forms
Blurrs the lines, reality or fantasy.
Dreams, fly away with your mind
while thoughts evolve to plans,
plans evolve to action.
Such subtleties, tools
the instruments of your trade
the means of your dreams come true.
Perfection has no definition
a beholder's eye acts as judge.
Opinion, all evaluation based on disposition
good or bad, beauty or beast, art or junk.
One man's trash is another's treasure
Information, texture, another mind
Dreams laid bare for all to see
My heart, my soul, my fragile dreams
All have wings to fly sky high
On and on, up and over
floating with clouds and rainbows
All possibilties considered,
dont hold back, release your inner self
expression in its purest form.
Paint, pencil, camera, film
fantasy and dreams become reality
Springing to life, creation is complete
Nov 14, 2010
Nov 14, 2010 at 11:51 AM UTC
I sleep the day away to try and save a part of me,
And every night I rise to see it fall apart,
The eye of my heart is closing faster than I'd like,
But this time, it isn't love that is closing it,
Not the cold touch of the dark, not envy as it sees fit,
As age further blurrs my vision, and I can't see where I'll go,
I shall slumber and dream away all woe,
Maybe I will see again when I awake.
~ Umi
Jul 1, 2019
Jul 1, 2019 at 10:31 PM UTC
A light that blurrs a heart that turns, a vibrant thought into a vibrant world
Nov 22, 2017
Nov 22, 2017 at 2:43 PM UTC
My childhood sits
At the opposite end of a room
Alongside a worn, comfy chair
Clear in my line of sight
Until someone stands
And obscures my view
And I wait for them to move again.
It's a room that I never seem to leave
But at times it seems
So distant
And unfamiliar
As if facing a stranger.
The room is full
And the air around
Smells like something I know well
Salty sea air, dog fur
Coco chanel
And wet paint.
It's a mix of tangy
And sweet.
A cocktail or a witches potion.
I face straight on,
But
From the corner of my eye
I can see
Yellow and blue swings
Soaring straight to the sky
And back again into
Warm loving arms
That patch me up
As I fall time and time again
But remain fearless.
If I whirl around I feel that I can
Face it
But it blurrs and blinds my eyes
So I turn away
Remain detached.
At times I feel like
I have been cruelly snatched
From my place here
But deep down I knew
I was beginning to outgrow it
Even though it seemed to
Fit so well.
My new skin sometimes feels rough
And flimsy
Stretched and put back together
Nothing like days of sunshine
and our own world at the beach.
I'm still living in the daze of a disney dream,
Still afraid of the dark
Eagerly awaiting my prince charming
Hiding in my imagination
Pretending to be myself
As if I'm content in adulthood.
I know behind my shoulder
Childhood stands
Waves and beckons
Begging me to join them
In play and fun.
I force myself to walk on
Knowing that if I turned around
It would disappear
Fly away like dust in a breeze.
Because my childhood has left
And only a room
Of disorganised
Well loved
Memories
Remain.
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 3:56 PM UTC