"cloudier" poems
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I’ve seen a Dying Eye
Run round and round a Room—
In search of Something—as it seemed—
Then Cloudier become—
And then—obscure with Fog—
And then—be soldered down
Without disclosing what it be
’Twere blessed to have seen—
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Dizzy and uncontrolled, I open my eyes to see the smoke crowding the air.
For, my body has just become a safe haven for your hands.
Temptation has won tonight.
Moonlight is dancing upon our bare bodies and I am immersed in pure satisfaction.
Our lips have synced with the circadian rhythm we possess and the fire has started to erupt.
As the flames get more and more intense, so does the love we pretend to have for each other.
It continues to grow until we convince ourselves it’s real.
The bedsheets serve as our common ground for our broken hearts to rest on.
As we are climbing and pretending; pretending and climbing,
The fire is getting hotter, the love is getting cloudier, and our bodies are getting heavier against on another’s.
Faint whispers of phrases we dare not say otherwise fill the room.
Finally, the fire is extinguished and we are left to lay with nothing but reality.
Clutching each other for protection from yet another fire, we doze off hoping to wake up in love with each other.
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 4:04 PM UTC
I love the train, but especially today.
Today it is early in the day and the train is not rattling through darkness like a bullet.
It’s 3:25 and the sky is very blue on the left and cloudier to the right,
but the right is prettier because it has the lakeside, which from here looks like sea glass.
The waves roll in staggered and carelessly since no boats come by here.
We are the ones who get a coup d’oeil at this uninterrupted place.
Trees stand bare still, and the ones which are on the shoreline are washed and bleached,
looking like bones.
Some evergreens come close, but they are a little brown.
Yellow grasses freshly uncovered of snow look rather beautiful beside the blue and periwinkle skies.
I love blue panelled barns and houses which match the water and sky, and seem to remind me of wholesome people.
I catch a glimpse of a pink jacket and helmet as a little girl on a four wheeler waves to the train. How quickly we left her behind.
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC
The days are getting darker and cloudier now,
like a metaphor for where my spirit is.
I feel the tentacles of depression taking hold,
quietly slithering, one by one, around my throat,
squeezing the smiles and laughter and happy
thoughts away.
Nothing gives me joy, not even the usual pleasures.
The music has taken on a sad and menacing tone,
reminding me that depression is, once again, a most
unwanted yet insistent guest.
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 6:33 AM UTC
Life is an experiment
This becomes more true
The older I get
In my youth, a year ago
I believed my story was scribed
Now, I just don't know
Mellifluous words carry me away
Sweeping me up
Causing me to question the day
Life is an experiment
Like the poems I pen
The longer words ferment
The cloudier the end
Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 5:38 PM UTC
The guitar is out of tune
and the pillow frowns at him
on this cold February morning.
Books lined along the walls,
Spanish poetry, lonesome travellers
wait to be read on halcyon nights,
have their spines cracked by weary hands.
Solemn Jazz filters out from somewhere,
blue in a room where blond light
pours onto the floor.
Asparagus eyes struggle to stay open,
so much to do but no zest to get up,
crispy buttered toast lies half-eaten on a plate,
ochre tea still needs to be drunk.
He has plenty to say but does not know how,
his intellect cloudier than any lemonade,
track two begins and there are still no words.
Jun 26, 2012
Jun 26, 2012 at 3:19 PM UTC
They wanted to refer me there again.
It was my second time,
sitting in the ****** room.
How are they oblivious
to the fact that
western medication
flattens you out
in no colours.
That your emptiness,
gets heavier,
and your days get cloudier.
They said,
i need medication.
They don't know that the countless prescribed pills you force down your throat,
isn't far from drugs you'd normally abuse yourself.
You still sleep third-quarters of the day,
or you get so ******* edgy and jumpy,
you got insomnia.
That the very same pills they give you,
didn't make you feel better.
They turn you so bad,
it feels like an
ad infinitum of numbness.
Trust me,
i know.
I've been there before.
Sitting in the ****** room.
( FAH )
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 8:53 AM UTC
don't bother, just break down
make it easy on yourself
flow into nothing
become nothing
identify with none
long for no one
it won't do you any good
in no immense amount of time
i've reappeared at the farthest
point from the finish line
the sky is cloudier than before
the wind that was once at my back
now stings my face without pity
the universe is without remorse
there is no room for that in what
is, what truly is and all that isn't
you will love just to lose
you're either doing one or the other
your friends are there to remind
you of what you can't do
of who you're doomed to become
or more realistically, fall
short of even remotely becoming
you learn to see it as a sadistic blessing
but it becomes complicated when
you crave that pain, when you need it
you attach to what
you know you must denounce
& the sting of exposed humanity
when realized it's all for naught
is a wonderful thing
embrace insignificance, for it's where you really stand
embrace solitude, you're doomed to it by sun and moon
embrace loss, it is more natural than the need to breathe
they are all wonderful things
and like all wonderful things
they do not exist
& i long to feel so wonderful
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 1:44 AM UTC
It all began
when I freely immersed myself
within your captivating soul
upon meeting you
I informed you, however,
in order for you to do the same
you had to dislodge the weeds
and blockades
There was work to be done
and areas to be tended to
Some days were cloudier,
while some were sunnier
I must say
I was quite surprised
by the quickness it took
for you to reach my heart
This task seemed innate to you-
to us-
My heart was yours
instantaneously
You never once
made this task
feel like a task
And I thank you for that
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 12:56 AM UTC
A steady post lingers in the distance, reading "Allied Road." It's been abadoned for quite sometime now and the ruins are filled of relics. Dust.
We burned it down together, dont you remember?
With our propane tongues and Zippos the size of patches used to cover one eye.
Covering one eye, as we always did. You know it's true.
Sometimes when I'm alone with my thoughts of being alone without you, I take a barefoot stroll there.
This may sound abstruse, but letting my toes get lost in the ash reminds me of warm sand widow's-peaking an ocean shore.
Golden.
Wavy.
Blue.
That picture in my head alone reminds me of you.
It's much cloudier there. Dimmed. Gloom, almost as if the sun is too scared to go near it or the sky is relflecting the ground.
Either way, I try to keep my eyes closed as often as possible and let my imagination take control. Partly because the embers blow into and bug my eyes, but mostly because I simply want to.
Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 2:53 AM UTC
The moon is on fire,
The earth is on fire,
Her hair is on fire,
Her body, is on fire,
I wanna put it all out, but I can't touch her,
I can't kiss her anymore, I can't feel her anymore, I can't look at her anymore, because it hurts,
It all hurts,
We gave and we took and we loved and we broke
A quick bump up the nose, straight to hell and never looking back,
I wonder what it was that made her never look back,
Was it the ring slipped off her finger or was it the abuse that still lingered,
I leaned in quick to kiss her and I swear not a single force on earth could stop the trembling in her fingers
Eyes like a hawk,
Eyes blood shot,
Eyes with tears in the dark,
Eyes with locks,
Eyes that'll tear you apart,
She's seen some ****
I just wanna know who it was that played the part,
Who shot the arrow, who turned the lights off,
Who didn't give a **** when a single **** was all she could've ever needed,
Who cut the circulation, who choked her enough to never let another breathe near her,
Who stole her
I've lived so uncomfortably, darling comfort me,
Comfort me,
Look at it in its face,
Stare at its eyes,
Smell it,
Taste it,
Love it,
Hate it,
Become everything it's afraid of,
Become everything it loves,
Be weary of it,
Embrace it,
Think about it,
Think less of it,
Trust it,
Never trust it,
Never **** it,
Never,
**** it
I'm exhausted,
My head is cloudier than the thunderstorms you made,
My teeth are yellow from pack after pack of cigarettes,
I'm exhausted,
My liver hates me more than my grandfather hated running out of alcohol,
I can't tell anyone that I love them,
Heaven forbid I trust anyone,
I can't stop apologizing,
I'm exhausted,
I can't keep my bandages on,
I can't clean my blood up,
I'm exhausted,
I'm never satisfied, I don't know how to be, and I so badly want to be tough
Come back to bed, you're thinking too much
Jun 11, 2017
Jun 11, 2017 at 1:50 AM UTC
There a piece of me that's missing
I'm not sure how to begin
but there a piece of me missing
It's lost with no way to retrieve it
It's missing in the endless sea that is me
trying to be someone i'm not
I've gotten so lost
I feel like I've just tossed
my life right out of the window
there's a piece of me missing
I can feel my heart break as I breathe
all the while the world keeps turning
and the piece of me keeps yearning
forever lost in the sea that is me
do we ever look deeper
deep enough to see
what's missing inside you and me
there's a piece of me missing
I can't but weep
let a little tear seap
to grieve the lost
of something so pure
that I feel has been thrown on the floor
there's a piece of me missing
as my heart beats louder
and memories become cloudier
there a piece of me missing
do you ever look inside
truly deeply inside
or are you scared of what you will find ?
May 4, 2019
May 4, 2019 at 10:30 AM UTC
Our night is to end. It's been foretold by those who mend, note to self: don't you dare break, remember no one knows who made the mistake.
Can we still stay in the darkness? Hold as the moon dies away.
The end is on our tongues now. There's no point for explanations. The cloudier it gets the more clear, but always remember who I am dear.
Can we still stay in the darkness? Hold as the moon dies away.
Even the brightest star fell from grace and no existing can take its place.
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 1:43 AM UTC
The moon is on fire,
The earth is on fire,
Her hair is on fire,
Her body, is on fire,
I wanna put it all out, but I can't touch her,
I can't kiss her anymore, I can't feel her anymore, I can't look at her anymore, because it hurts,
It all hurts,
We gave and we took and we loved and we broke
A quick bump up the nose, straight to hell and never looking back,
I wonder what it was that made her never look back,
Was it the ring slipped off her finger or was it the abuse that still lingered,
I leaned in quick to kiss her and I swear not a single force on earth could stop the trembling in her fingers
Eyes like a hawk,
Eyes blood shot,
Eyes with tears in the dark,
Eyes with locks,
Eyes that'll tear you apart,
She's seen some ****,
I just wanna know who it was that played the part,
Who shot the arrow, who turned the lights off,
Who didn't give a **** when a single **** was all she could've ever needed,
Who cut the circulation, who choked her enough to never let another breathe near her,
Who stole her
I've lived so uncomfortably, darling comfort me,
Comfort me,
Look at it in its face,
Stare at its eyes,
Smell it,
Taste it,
Love it,
Hate it,
Become everything it's afraid of,
Become everything it loves,
Be weary of it,
Embrace it,
Think about it,
Think less of it,
Trust it,
Never trust it,
Never **** it,
Never,
**** it
I'm exhausted,
My head is cloudier than the thunderstorms you made,
My teeth are yellow from pack after pack of cigarettes,
I'm exhausted,
My liver hates me more than my grandfather hated running out of alcohol,
I can't tell anyone that I love them,
Heaven forbid I trust anyone,
I can't stop apologizing,
I'm exhausted,
I can't keep my bandages on,
I can't clean my blood up,
I'm exhausted,
I'm never satisfied, I don't know how to be, and I so badly want to be tough
Come back to bed, you're thinking too much
Dec 9, 2024
Dec 9, 2024 at 6:13 PM UTC
Looking through the rain
I saw the skies cloudier
Rather than grey
Guess I was wearing sunglasses
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 6:43 PM UTC