"cherrish" poems
Gazing through the tallest
green nettles
I realized they do
not bite me
Cause it was not the day
for stings and aching
Cause i had the black
mountain boots
and a heart
on my
dim
dark
sport gown
My hands reached
upwards
the Heavens
towards
the white yello
Crown
of
Elder's Abundance
Where Scented Blossoms
Coloured my skin
And exposed my life lines
After
The coolest tangerine
Lemonade
I sat on the black soil
squished young grasses
and found the
tiniest
snail
baby
My palm was a giant Plato
For it's snailish leg
On the left one
he was without weight
portruding forth
to his destination
Is it possible that
his house was
3,5 mm
long
Isn't it cute
that when streched
was 7 mm
at lenght
Visible horns
like 1 mm
and half of it
The upper
The downward
Twotwo
Four
What are you looking at
My lines or me
If he climbs from my
left palm on the right one
It's ment to be
I'll visit the seaside
Fibbonacci House Spiralled
Inner layers with colours
outer still
and translucent
Is it possible
this tiny snail
thinks about me
It didn't work
It remained
on my heart's side
Then I moved this
cutest creature
on my right palm
Little little snail
you're not a match
to squeeze
From the right to the left
I thought to myself
he is she
i don't know
snail's so young
for sure it doesn't seek another snail
To cherrish and love
Yet
It
Climbed on my left thumb
Beautiful in motion
As a revolution
For better days
It is my heart's side
My vision became
Sharp
Clouds
Waffed all around on the deepest blue
White and puffy
Magickal
Metallic
Dragonfly
Emerged out of
Nowhere
Had landed on a spider web
cocoon
on the Verge
of Enchanted Forest
Where grave monument resides
Dragonfly
was in the air
the invisible wings fluttered
My sharp vision
focused on
another three
Blueish
camerades
They don't need los zapatos
They are not obsessed as
Imelda was
And i wasn't thinking
about that at all
This words are for you:
thank you for the music
but the dragonflies
buterflies I love
most.
They were near my
heart,
one caressed among
tall grasses
one butterfly
also
not in oslo
and
Fibbonnaci Friend
who gave me this
Sharp vision
To see the magic
revealing all
around.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 5:14 PM UTC
Why am I still ************ to you?
I hate that you're beautiful.
that I'm too weak to delete this picture.
That the most intimate thing left of you
is your body.
After four years of living out every fantasy.
A home,
baby,
making dinner,
fighting,
making up,
waking up next to you.
All i'm left with
is this carnal desire to possess you again
like you used to belong to me.
And isn't that the worst thing.
Isn't that the whole reason I left in the first place.
Because we both knew that nobody belongs to anyone.
Yet after all my grieving
All my lovers between now and then.
This is the memory I cherrish most.
This last chance to steal you.
When we were already breaking We thought it might save us.
How foolish we were.
See in the picture you can tell we were breaking.
Your eyes begging to forget.
Just like I beg to forget you.
The first time I saw you walk into a room
I deleted all the naked photographs of my ex lover in that instant.
Just in case you checked.
Just in case I flirted with you.
No girl has earned that same memory.
It belongs to you.
See, memories you can claim.
But not people.
The time you refused to accept
blankets between us and the cold ground
of our tent would keep us warmer
than piling them all on top of us.
That we can keep.
That mistake belongs to us.
The night we took this photograph.
The curvature of your hips.
Your arms hung dead like the maronette strings snapped that day.
That's a memory That i've captured.
See, even though you're gone and I don't have you.
I have this picture.
Why is it that i can go every day of my life loving people for who they are.
Seeing their dreams and past lives.
But with you
Blood.
I see this carnal need to devour you
like some delicacy.
Some favorite dish.
I hate that you're still beautiful.
I hate that you turn me into this monster.
One who sees girl as flesh not human.
Bones as shield not structure.
And it's only you.
This one thing i hate.
Who I need to ****
Who I need to possess again.
I'm so glad I left you.
Glad I killed the monster.
But I can't delete this picture.
Every lonely night That I would cry alone and miss you, I don't.
I crave you instead.
Claw into your flesh
pull out a still regretably beating heart.
I feed it to this beast.
That demands you dehumanized.
pray I never see you in real life again.
fear that may be the last day I'm human.
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 12:17 AM UTC
"Over there
Witness all the rooms you rent,
Moments, Memories,
all the pieces of heart
gifted by lovers or strangers"
said The Cherub.
"My arrows choose which you will cherrish."
"While we lay entangled here,
Having consumed one another.
Do you wonder if we will cherrish this?"
said The Archer.
"Would you like to come even closer
And discover the answer? "
replied The Cherub.
"Every memory I've choosen to cherrish,
Has Shattered"
says The Archer.
"Well of course it did,
You tried to choose.
We cannot choose
which memories we will cherrish.
We may only pull
faith From quiver.
Give in to potential
without intention.
Close your eyes.
Empty all your senses
Until the only sense you have is Trust
I'll fill those empty spaces,
can you feel me?"
"Yes, you are close."
"You have my quiver now.
We still have no control over whether
We will cherrish this moment.
Put your faith in this bow.
Draw back our arrow
Trust it's natural path.
Close our eyes.
Forget this room.
Volley the whole tower"
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 2:00 PM UTC
I close my eyes and you are with me.
Only we exist together.
Your embarace; my safe arms around you,
penetrates our souls.
You look into my eyes and I exist because of you.
My heart beats for yours.
The poisonous air is cleansed and is sweet,
there is spring beneath my feet.
I'd become religious, just to pray,
we feel like this, every day.
So my lord, some heavenly being,
I thank you; now and forever,
for making this dream com wonderfully true.
I cherrish and love with utter devotion,
holding hands and smiling sweetly,
or under the covers, love in motion.
With my life, heart, mind, body and soul,
I commit, to this, wonderful angel,
and end my skit;
for words are always of a plenty,
but in comparison, seemingly empty,
for nothing written can describe,
the tingles emitted from your eyes,
the touch of your skin against mine...
This ruddy waffling's a sign...
Head over feet, a love so devine,
A feeling so proud that you say "he is mine".
X
Aug 15, 2012
Aug 15, 2012 at 5:59 PM UTC
*Today I reached for my phone.
Haven't spoke to man who made it possible for my existance on earth in a while.
I have been missing his calls...over and over.
I was scared.
I have been scared...for his Love for me to show.
See, I know he does cherrish me, but since I moved from his house...its been different.
He doesnt ask if I have had dinner, or if I am ready for bed, or to make him his favourite breakfast.
He doesn't come to my room and wake me up in that funny tone "My soldier, wake up"...
Honestly, I Miss that.
My life has not been the same since I moved out.
I have learnt to fend for me and totally rely on me.
This weekend was hard for me.
I got sick, and too broke for life.
I know dad is there, but I don't want to burden him.
So this morning while he whispered a prayer for me, I felt it...from deep inside me.
I called him and when I told him my struggles...
He replied...
Nashipai, You have a FATHER...I AM YOUR FATHER...COME HOME, I AM HERE COME HOME TO YOUR FATHER.
I have a million sweet words,
but these ones just flushed tears from my ever strong ducts.
I Am Loved.*
I am my father's daughter.
When its all wrong, or all right...I will go home.
Home to My Father.
The only man I know.
©The Unspoken
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 9:14 AM UTC
For all that you told me
And all that you sold me
I marvel at the warmth in which you left me
She's your soul mate
She's your leaning gate
Gave birth to your child
Not in the least bit mild
Crazy enough for you
I'm sure she'll always be true
How is it that it was so real
And yet i'm still hear to feel
You didn't leave me out in the cold
And off to the circus I was not sold
How was it even possible
That I wasn't even seen as palm-off-able
You're still here to love and guide me
You'll always be standing right besides me
Never again will you leave my side
Not even if you've gone a million strides
Forever I will cherrish you
Until once again I perish too
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 8:24 PM UTC
If today i said something beautiful remember it
if today i said something remarkable cherrish it
if today i fell down help me up
remeber that lifes journey i tried at.
that i was always doing my best
that i truly studied for the test
that i didnt cheat my way
i worked hard
i tried
i tried
i cried
i smiled
i laughed
if today i didnt do any one of these
then i didnt live
then i didnt succeed
the good comes with the bad
happy comes with sad
and lord knows
lord knows
today i did all i could
today wasnt bad
Nov 16, 2010
Nov 16, 2010 at 8:09 AM UTC
When I was 19 I was pregnant and lost my first baby when I was 22 I was pregnant with my husband found out it was a tubal pregnancy. Found out the odds of me carrying we're slim to none and if I did the baby would be dead or another tubal and would die anyways. I succomed myself to this fate. I became ok with it just being me. I don't want children anyways 26 I thought something was wrong I went to the doctor found out I was pregnant it attached just barely in the right place yet I had plecenta previa in the process. I felt betrayed by my own body felt this foreign object growing inside me was a parasite why. I was ok with me. Why did it have to be like this. Slowly as it grew I started to change my mind. I started to fall in love. It would kick me in the night and I grew accustomed to its tiny little fluttering. It was mine all mine...man I didn't know what love was. Yet there was a promblem. I wanted so much more for it than I could give. I wanted it with me always yo love on to cherrish but i knew this wasn't about me it was about what was best for it. Then the day came who was it going to be her or him. He was so beautiful seeing him n the screen watching him move. I decided then I had to give him to someone who can give him everything I can't. I would never not be there still but I couldn't povide for him the way he needed I couldn't give him stability. My own issues would project on to this innocent little defensless child and there was nothing I could do. 8 months later I woke in a pool of blood. Two days later my son came into this world I had him then I gave him up. You don't have to own someone to love them. Open adoption is a beautiful thing but my son is always 4 hours away from me and not a moment goes by when I don't miss him. I can't have any more childern doctors were fearful about how close I came to bleeding and although I signed the papers to get fixed they agreed that it was a good decision the likely hood of me having another child safely was too risky. I almost died bringing him into this world but I would died a million times to do it again...I love you still and everything I do is for you always.
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 3:55 PM UTC
Love is crazy when you first find it
But when you do you cherrish every last moment
As I've always done because
My heart belongs to you
I know our whole relationship has been a secret
But it doesn't mean it's not real
The love for you I have
If I lose I won't heal
I can't take you away right now
They will bring you back home
And you'd have no choice
Untill the end of the year has come
But a home for you...there will always be
Open arms for you.....to lay in-between
Feelings for you...that no one can get between
A love for you....that will never fade into the sea
I love you and only you I need you to see
I love you and only you I need you to think
I love you and only you I need you to sing
.....Because my heart belongs to you
....And no one can change that about me
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 9:35 AM UTC
Imagine having your own little world
with tiny little creature
a few dwarfs, drowsy fairies
all eating cherrish red apples.
You love every single one of them.
But now they having their own little conflicts.
The dwarfs started eating, but not the apples
Instead they feast on the fairies.
all eating blood-red fairies.
A few generations later
the last dwarf on your world
swears at you
"What a beautiful job you did"
A wild confused laughter appears
echoing in hole covered by winter.
Dec 18, 2019
Dec 18, 2019 at 8:12 AM UTC