"bodyless" poems
i'm not soulless;
i actually feel like my soul is not being held by a body.
like my soul is flying around in free;
but i do not feel safety.
i'm bodyless;
whirling around in the wind,
like a particle of dust
with no weight
but still tough.
i am just a soul;
without a beating heart
with no lungs,
and no blood to be pumped.
y.m
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 10:52 AM UTC
The tears have come so oft
that I can feel their presence in their absence.
Their bodyless shape is indented on my cheeks,
a perfect trail from my heart
to my eyes.
Even when my eyes are dry and cold
they run with the wet and hot tears
of my gladly saddened heart.
These blind tears have seen a lot,
from the death and parting of a loved one
to the birth and gain of another.
From mornings in paradise
to nightly terrors in hell.
When the angels sing in light,
these tears rejoice
and when the demons come to consume in dark,
these tears mourn.
When the sun doesn't shine and
the snow doesn't let up,
these tears feel the pain.
When the wind blows
and the light shines,
these tears feel the joy.
These tears have come so oft
that I can feel absence in their presence.
Their bodyless shape is indented on my cheeks,
a perfect trail from my eyes
to my heart.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 10:45 AM UTC
i have no words for emptiness
i'm a bulwark of clots and knots
death is a *****
in a party mask
her seduction a cruel bite
we have always lived for
nakedness on a pyre
makes the man
the bodyless are toasting at a college breakfast party
in the netherworld
of new birthed astral lights
the dead living
somersaulting like fantasmal flux
while we the living dead
gimp through labyrinths time-space
marking spired hands of a clock
that *****
like a black glove
towards endless white-knuckle struggles
no matter our destiny
in a dream of forms
like run on *****
a truth only the dead know
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 4:40 PM UTC
I am a bodyless woman
The other bodyless women
and me
talk
We were DOA before anything begun
Our bodies, tying us down
Our bodies, the key to being unbound
It hurts so much
to see both sides
not just mine
to see him hurt at my closed gates
the frustration, pain he gets
You could have his world in your hands
the tension's heavy you could cut with a knife
But love sometimes is not enough
not enough
to defy
life's tough
And my pain, too.
Another man I'll lose.
His desire runs Deep
as deep as my anguish
The waters roar I am on I feel the tickling of love
the love below
but the wound doesn't heal so far
I got obsessed
with ***
so it got erased
The bodyless women we are
A bodyless woman I am
I've been on an exile from my own self.
The bodyless women - take my hand
Heal our minds - our body will follow
The bodyless women - being a spirit can be hurtful
Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 2:46 PM UTC
I drink day and night
Wine from my love's golden cup
Each sip with new taste
Proudless, shyless and fearless
Mindless, bodyless and heartless.
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 5:53 AM UTC
Days are heavy, thick, and physical.
objects exist and separate,
matter builds then breaks apart,
and I am trapped, in this tight skin
to do the same.
Night is transparent, loose enough
to hold you black, and white,
and body-less, boundless
connected
with unwavering hands.
I ache to keep these moments here
but all things die,
we let go.
I wake to feel the weight
of sun on eyelids,
skin on muscle,
pulse on bone;
the grinding scrape of thought
against thought.
So I lay back down,
count the drops from the leaking faucet,
until the night again.
Nov 14, 2012
Nov 14, 2012 at 11:06 PM UTC
Here, now:
looking at the bright star of your deity bodyless.
You have grown colder
as the music use to say,
and i have grown deeper into a trance
that encompasses my void.
Let me see your fragile weakness soul
and play spells
incomprehensible magic mantra
becoming shadow
indulging wounds
praying the secret poem
to a homeless paria.
Let me take the easy way
to death.
One day we will become
into flowers
and our smells
will write
the cantata of mature fruit
and our song
will reveal the sadstone
that burns
within.
Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 1:47 PM UTC
So much swirling in my head today
and swirling in the world around me
In spaces meant to connect us
with faceless, nameless, bodyless people of the world
Stories shared that resonate all too familiar
spurred on by that charged phrase
grab them by the *****
I still wonder how it went down
waking up in bed, wondering how i got home
Not knowing where that night had gone,
until you bragged about your conquest
Memories lost, in black and blur
did I block in naive hopes to save my soul?
or had I drowned my memory in drink
ensnaring myself
It led to quarrels with the one I loved,
bragging lead to broken hearts, once for my love, twice for me
pray for the *****
As we watch hundreds of women pronounce their pain,
I pray for the countless more festering silently inside
For broken dreams, shattered hearts, swirling minds,
and the weights we can't unload
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 8:31 PM UTC
Human stars, eloquent gazes human mouths, heavenly smiles some secret magic lurking, there is! And with silence, he watches, discovers, and soars. No fooling daydreaming, secret romance, bodyless gaffe still exists and there is!
And even though the absolute cellular endocrine that transforms the absolute universe, endocrine is infinite love - it subtly breaks through everything that exists because it is hidden and lies deep within our hearts!
Revolutionizes the molecular map of our body, like dreams flattered by desires, and the thought itself is automatically created and the hidden secret whole and there is! - There is a diamond in brilliant eyes, there shining telepathic gazes!
My dreaded hand is dearly swear by my dear swan's hand, and in essence, what is proclaimed is the very love of the idea lurking: Human stars have talkative gazes, laughing lips, heavenly smiles something superstitious,
strange and secret magic lurking, unconscious present is really lurking, there s! Rich face-to-face look: Secret sign language, code for a world interpretation of heart chests! - One piece of existence: Measured under the burden of pricelessness and yet so painfully few!
When all the human stars spoke in earthly language, "I have loved you for life, you charming mafla; He is eternal loser-foolish in boyhood! ”
Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 2:59 AM UTC
Corpse pose: bodyless
I lie and listen, hearing --
the world nothingness.
Oct 30, 2021
Oct 30, 2021 at 4:31 AM UTC