"brumous" poems
Why. Am. I. Breathing?
Why. Is my heart, beating?
I'm staring at the question
staring back at me.
(Why am I breathing?)
I fog my daze
with smokes and ****
(Why is my heart beating?)
Why do I have eyes?
All for me to realize.
Tell me once
I'll lose it twice.
(Why do I have eyes?)
My crystal dance -
my only vice.
(For me to realize.)
Why am I moving?
Timelessness is soothing.
Existing as one
time is a maze.
(Why am I still moving?)
I pray I can stay
inside my crystal daze.
(Timelessness is soothing.)
Why is my chest burning?
What is my heart yearning?
Twisted lessons
elysian lies.
(Why is my chest burning?)
Distracted sight
and rooted ties.
(What is my heart yearning?)
Why do my feet itch?
How was my neck bit?
Kisses from the ocean
to the sky above.
(Why do my feet itch?)
Tasted trails of
tasteful love.
(How was my neck bit?)
Embark my empty canvas.
I pray upon the numinous.
New winds need face
for new minds embrace.
(Embark my empty canvas.)
Tuck in my shoelace
for love, I trace.
(And pray upon the numinous.)
Look at me breathing!
Feel my heart beating ?!
I'm staring at the heavens
staring back at me.
(Look at us breathing.)
I clear my gaze
with love and ease.
(Of knowing my heart is beating.)
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Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 9:05 AM UTC
For the past few months
Our great nation has experienced great tragedies
But we didn't turn out to be sloths
Though our fates are still bidden
As the brumous weather draws near
A hirareth comes with fear
But the spirit of Christmas gets warmer
The yuletide becomes louder
It's about time to heed this very call
We must stand up for the good of all
It cradles an ambiguous thought
Which the human hear long sought
In this form of literature
I hope to inspire the people of this nation, to understand its nature
And start effecting some changes
To seek out the strangest,
To venture the wilderness of the lost peace & harmony
And restore this country's prosperity
In this season, may we stop all forms of quarrels
For we are no rebels
Of this glorious season
That brings joy to me with a great reason
This Christmas is a grandiose season
Let us stop every kind of treason
Let us set aside all our hard feelings
That has been harboured in our hearts
Let this Christmas be different
Let this be the time when we relent
Let this be the Christmas when we share
Everything that we may share for this season is rare
It's Christmas time
We share not just a dime
Even prayers for our fellowmen
And joy for all men
Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 9:16 AM UTC
Lore tells of a cold, brumous island,
thoroughly clad in a dead fog, and silence.
Patrolled by only a few, lonely sirens,
their purrs and songs have long since subsided.
Times of enticing pirates and beguiling pilots
have been traded for times of shyness.
Some opt for quiet nights of gentle crying,
others for anxious hiding.
Lusting creatures, once desirous,
now left forlorn, nearly lifeless.
Obscured, hidden from the horizon,
this island is their asylum.
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 4:40 AM UTC
I float without meaning,
just my head in the clouds
dreaming
.
.
I'm stressing myself out,
just; to have recognition
that I can do something meaningful
.
.
and to distract me from the eyes of envy
that kills me slowly, oh so slowly
Even though I am far younger
then most people here
.
.
I long for the talents they have
because I am surrounded
by people
whose talents greater than I have
.
.
I take a scroll every day;
and see them
I don't like it;
but
it's okay
.
.
.
"It's alright,"
.
.
Since that's what
I always say
right?
.
.
I feel like a fragment;
either reused as
something greater
or
.
.
.
.
.
I
want to
disappear without
trace; and memories of
the sea along with the sky;
that lacks
its own sense
in
a weird
way
-brumous
Apr 28, 2021
Apr 28, 2021 at 10:02 PM UTC
I want fog and
red ears
that you'll pinch between
your fingers
to keep warm
and a cloud of your
breath
on my face.
Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 5:10 AM UTC
i give up
the sunsets are not warm
the sunrise is not greeting
the moon is not full
the waves no longer crash
the life is no longer living
and the brumous future lay still
unwavering
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 5:29 PM UTC
Bungalow bunkie,
Doth thou awaken or sleep to thy dust you accumulate?
Captious are one's these slothful ciggarrete nights!!!
Electrolight,
Come near that I may feel warmth,
As a child in early birth I seek forane high class milk,
Footlights on stilts do the the actors take high position!!
Not seeking the inefficient,
But the tower of Babel gone lost!!!!
Injurious kirtles are kinless,
Thy best friend is now friend less,
Due to thine own kindness!!!!
Lamb-kin darling,
Canst thou lance these burns to cuts?
For what's missing in the soot?
Lamenting chalice...
A king and a queens palace I'll die to live in,
For a smile and a grin cannot be weighed!!!
Hay/fever will take the fidelity of what's polite!!!
Damoclean of wintergreen,
Do you flatter by ones self?
Or doth thou Get help from dandering blotters!!!!
Intimate plotters of murderer's and lost hopes fun!!!
Chatoyant skin doeth I wish to feel once,
Where thy stage is real_,
No stunts!!!!!
Just reality of cavern lathered seducing!!!!
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 6:29 PM UTC
April bids au revoir
Around the twitching days of fall
Robust of stardust
Ablazes a sun kissed spark
Despite the brumous arrival
Hurtling beneath the cold walls
Yearns the desire of
An atmosphere of your presence
May we march with merry
Inspite of frigus due
Seasons fall and rise
Hope we shall prevail
Roaring alongside thunderstorms
Awaiting summer renascent
Nov 10, 2020
Nov 10, 2020 at 4:17 AM UTC
Crestfallen, he searches a brumous world
for a part he ripped off her.
She bleeds, forsaken, bereft.
Part of you dies with those you slay.
Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 10:55 AM UTC
Despite the interminable distance,
in a brumous and sunny path
Under a mysterious & transparent condition, alone in his way
He started his journey
He spent sleepless night in desire of meeting his destiny
somewhere in the way of his journey
Sometimes the pouring drop of hopes
where blown away by the blustery winds of despair
And sometimes the violently rushing stream of disrupts drown him
Breathe of zest sail him athwart
Halt came in his journey he gifted what he has
some misused it & some preserved it
he again started his illimitable journey
with his pals-faith & trust
in the search of new halt
And like this
THE JOURNEY OF LOVE
CONTINUES
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 6:42 AM UTC