"coexisted" poems
Meditating in the carnage,
my core's cyanide became
warm milk before bed. My carcass
coexisted in inconsistent comfort, that
safety untouched like internal feelings.
Unstable caramelized eyes watered down to a
wary hazelnut from lack of love, the way the
phone screen glows white to gray at 4 AM.
Aching in agony; I haven't found a person
to care for the poison within me-
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 9:50 PM UTC
We were interstellar travellers,
children so interested in creating
our infinite microcosmic civilizations,
that we missed it. I saw it,
briefly, once, at night.
We jumped from rock to rock
in the grand pond of the
universe, swam between asteroid reefs
and through the turbulent vents
that were black holes. We
lived everywhere, nowhere,
all at once and for an eternity
at the fringes of galaxies,
and their centres (having burrowed
through the thick skins of dying suns).
We built, advanced, explored,
warred, and coexisted. We knew
everything. We thought.
We knew everything, we thought.
It began as a small blip,
an electromagnetic pulse at the
beginning of time which meta-
imposed itself into the rest of time:
a god, or something of
the sort, it grew and
shrank, and grew and
shrank; a heartbeat--
life. Death.
It ended as a small blip,
an electromagnetic pulse at the
end of time which meta-
imposed itself into the rest of time:
a god, or something of
the sort, it grew and
shrank, and grew and
shrank; a heartbeat--
life. Death.
From the former to the latter,
it sparked creation
and destruction
and advancement
and setback
and belief
and theory
and one
and none.
I saw it,
briefly, once, at night.
Nov 22, 2011
Nov 22, 2011 at 5:31 PM UTC
In a dark corner, pondering the state of the world
as I write this, I take another drink
drowning in this thing, the drink I mean
opening my mind allowing me to see
everything much more clearly
for is this not what it does
heals wounds, numbs the pain
whilst killing you
how ironic
but I can't stop and I hate it
such a dependence, thoughts much more attuned
when intoxicated and alone
and God how I love it, how I hate it
I know I am weak
I say with cigarette and drink in hand
but it dulls the agony so why not
why not
there are those sober, suffering, judging
at least I can admit it
yes I admit it, I am weak
I love music, drink, loneliness, drugs, misery
I am most alive when I look out
and see those in denial of the horror
I know the truth, I know it is real
I accept it
my friend, this is what it is to be human
inspiration
I love the idea of peace, love, happiness
but the entire world won't accept it
so I drink
I smoke
I sit alone in a dark corner
and ponder
what if
what would I be if humanity coexisted
Nov 14, 2012
Nov 14, 2012 at 12:45 AM UTC
1,
you were already 16,
2,
but I was finally turning 15,
3,
you knew I didn't celebrate my birthday,
4,
but you never ask why.
5,
I had a birthday that coexisted around the time,
of valentines.
6,
We we're unable to see each other the week on valentines,
but the week after on my birthday we could.
7,
you faced timed me,
all week,
while working on my gift,
but never showed me your hands,
so I never saw the present.
8.
finally it was my horrible birthday,
a day full of crying at home,
but finally I was here at your house to hand you,
my pay check,
because I really wanted you to get your permit.
I knew how much you wanted it.
so I had 60$ for you.
9.
you came out,
saw me and picked me up and kissed me,
hugged me like a distant relative who was way to friendly would,
and like them,
we both acted in not wanting to let go,
10.
We went inside your house,
and sat on your tiny brown couch,
and your mom was so happy to take pictures,
and I gave you my gift,
11.
you opened it,
and you almost cried,
and I did see the tear in the corner of your eye,
then you left like the sun leaves the day to fetch mine,
12.
your mom got to talk to me,
and was so very happy,
she even made me a cake,
like one you would of seen at a wedding,
I couldn't of said thanks enough.
13.
you came back,
and you gave me a tiny little box,
and a note,
14.
you opened the box first,
and told me to read the note while he put my gift on me,
15.
my note said,
"baby you are my valentine,
and violets and roses combined,
will never be a more beautiful design.
Speaking of designing,
I made you this necklace and its shining,
just like your eyes,
but I cant rhyme,
so I hope you know this was more then for,
being my valentine one special day of the year,
its for everyday,
even your birthday,
so enjoy it more.
love,
the necklace maker"
and everytime,
I wore it,
I was happy,
because I thought of him,
15
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 8:43 PM UTC
Dear dolly,
you always seem so jolly.
I wonder if your smile is pure
Or if you just stitched it as a temporary cure
For all the madness that has been flowing through
Your soul that has never coexisted
with your fabricated flesh
I ponder the way you think
and the reason why you never blink
But you seem to look good in pink
Didn't think you'll love the dark shade of red
splashed through the sheets of a bed
From your blade's sharp end
***I wonder who'll you ****** tonight***
since the moon is out without a bite
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 1:57 AM UTC
Gaia sighed. Not a sigh like lovers sigh looking deeply into each other's eyes. This was a sigh of resignation. In all her long life, there had never been a time she felt as unheeded as now.
Yes, there had been a time once, a time of oneness when all her multitudinous inhabitants had coexisted, when species knew their place in the chain of life and cycled through their existence, not always at peace but with respect for one another: the lion hunted the swift gazelle which in turn fed on the fruits of the trees, parasitic birds and insects grazed upon her and they in turn were the prey of others. ‘Yes,’ Gaia thought, ‘there was a time.’
She sighed again. She remembered when humans first came to prominence in the twilight of her existence. To them, she was the Great Mother, the Creator of life. Was it not she who bore all her inhabitants and was it not to her that they all returned to continue the cycle?
Gaia felt old now, old and forgotten. That respect, that devotion was all gone now. She felt the hurt as the careful balance she had sought to maintain was eroded, not by wind and elements, but by the ravages of humans.
‘They have overstepped their bounds,’ she mused. ‘They must be taught a lesson.’
She pondered on that thought for a moment and for a moment felt a surge of effervescent warmth flow through her form. But grim reality broke through her musings and she shuddered at the horror of the reality. Her memories were dim and misty now. She could remember her birth but only just. How she had taken form from the cosmic flotsam and jetsam all those countless aeons ago. She remembered the youthful exuberance she exhibited then and she smiled in embarrassed recollection. No life could have survived upon her surface then for she was wild and wilful, hot and inhospitable, prone to savage outpourings. But she grew, she gained the experience of time passing, and slowly, slowly, her voluble exterior became calm and gradually her form was blanketed in a kindly cloak of life-sustaining gases. The soup of her oceans spawned and multiplied a myriad of lives and forms and she thought of how many she had seen come and go.
The present again broke through her meditation of what has gone before. Now she was approaching the nighttime of her existence and, like the old elephant, one of her favourite inhabitants, she knew her time was near. She had tried so hard to adapt, to compromise but, like a cancer, the human scourge had spread beyond all control. Oh yes, there had been a few voices raised in concern and some, she knew, spoke with all the sincerity she knew the species was capable of. But, those voices went unheeded, listened to by a few but ignored by the many. Gaia was tired. She hurt. Sol bore down on her savagely, relentlessly and she felt her protective shroud growing weaker and weaker as every moment passed. It was now, the time had come...
© David Simons 2001 (revised 2016)
Jul 28, 2016
Jul 28, 2016 at 3:01 AM UTC
The evidence:
a thickened chest and a dim grin,
which triumph over my strong insouciance
After twenty two
plus hope,
though yet ungrasped,
the chasm between our scopes has not narrowed!
I glided past you, above the whim of time,
you did not notice
'We merely coexisted almost met but always messed it,
spinning around like two sides of a coin'
My resistance,
for once as a raised voice,
importunes the years!
I am inclined to remain unknown,
no nearer,
lest I upset fate
It is better;
one thing to do that I have never done:
send you a poem
(How Do I Love Thee?)
You are you;
I am I
What is meant to be will always find its way
Espy!
Oct 11, 2020
Oct 11, 2020 at 9:31 PM UTC
there’s something so deeply and inherently terrifying about romantic love and attachment; it’s like giving someone a neatly written postcard detailing all of the various ways in which they could take your heart and pick it apart into a heap of broken fragments.
it’s the fact that you were so agonisingly in love with your sadness that i became (always was?) an afterthought. it’s like mum always said, “you are powerless in the face of someone who doesn’t want to be helped”.
i wanted to soak my skin in your madness and chaos.
to take all of the mismatched jigsaw pieces of your mind and will them to fit together enough to love me back even a little bit.
one day that you will realise that they are just boys. they are boys with closed-off hearts and cynical minds. with their inherent need to drain and empty you of everything you have to offer; with the burning desire to be both fixed and left alone all at the same time.
i actively avoid thinking about the estimated number of minutes i spent trying to burn the imprint of your fingers out of my lungs.
oh honey, one day all these valiant notions of self-sacrifice are going to get you hurt; you won’t know how to tell him that you are in pain.
that every time your knuckles brush against my lips my heart feels like it’s going to give up on itself.
i don’t know what to do with the knowledge that i am heartbroken over someone who is indifferent to my plight, someone who watched the cracks deepen and spread yet still chose to walk away. that’s the problem with feelings; you can’t simply pick them up and store them in a jar for later.
you left and i’m stuck with limbs which ache from the sheer weight of the feelings that i can’t shake.
with gentle fingers full of promise and parted lips you drew confessions from me that i swore would never come; you were messy and indignantly proud of it. your mess leaked into mine and for a few precious minutes we coexisted in our state of disarray.
your hands knew me far better than your heart ever did;
it must have been so dark up there, on the pedestal that i nailed you to. a martyr for your cause, i tried to tie your wrists to mine in a desperate fear of being alone again.
all i wanted from you was to coexist but you were never shy about telling me that, for you, that wasn't enough.
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 3:15 PM UTC
Time and space unidentifiable
Afloat midair—hands and feet
Reasons and instincts, a hazy distance
Focus.
Stumbling awkwardly—a dull thud—all faults are revealed
On one ankle, a societal ***** tightens
Calloused by sharp emotions, numbed on hardened skin
I, on show behind the glass case—but that isn't me
All the truths became fiction, therefore I became a lie
Cake this mind of mine with makeup, don't let the sadness smear
A whirlpool, a hollow core, conflicted once again
At this point—although overdue:
Can this muddy rock still become the promised pearl?
A lurking presence of my fading self
In an unknown place, out of reach
There's the brutal wind, crashing-
Stumbling again, trampling in dust
Did the colours just fade?
My vision has never been this grey
That vibrant self of mine, where has it gone-
Is it gone
"Without conditions you must struggle,"
Those people aren't my enemies, don't misunderstand
There simply was nobody by my side
Walking this place alone so no one could hurt me—backfired
The world looks so noisy from the outside
Better readjust that person of mine
So I can at least fall asleep some day, even if by accident
To recover from this senseless jetlag of emotions
Traveled within the strict space of a room
I'll breathe it well—the last cold gush of air
To those creatures who coexisted within me
Have you all been well?
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 12:05 PM UTC
You have walked down the path of soul-searching for far too long my dear woman
You have thereupon tasted sin in that of poisonous water
And in that of the flesh of men
And in that of the flesh of women
And in that of tears of whom gave birth to you
And in that of disappointment you have caused to the only man you have so much loved
Now my dear,
Tell me
What is it that you found?
~
I have not find
But I have only learned
That it is about time I get to know You
~
I have known you since you were sleeping
Silently and unagitated to what there is to life
And that was when you were in the womb of your mother
Its warmth enveloped your paper-thin skin
And her heart was beating synchronously to yours
And both of your soul and body coexisted
When you left the comfort of the greatest
And the warmest thing of motherhood
You came into the world crying
Your skin red
Your lips the contrasting colour
White as the cleanest sheet
You now existed at and on your own body
Small—but bold and vulnerable
Like that of the most expensive glass
You cried
Because you are on your own
When you grow
I have known you even better
Closer but farther
So dear and so true
I am not watching you
I am rooting for you
~
I have sinned but I have learned
I have cried and I have hurt
I have taught and be taught
I have lost only to be found
The second I kneeled
Upon the heat of the thick but delicate sheet
I have remembered
That none of the things in this existing life
Belongs to me
But are rather
given to me
I have been missing You for far too long.
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 7:19 AM UTC
Babe, we're living in times of history.
It's happening right before our eyes,
But all I do is lie in misery
And wish for warmer skies.
I'm sitting here watching time pass me by.
You're running with it.
I'm trapped in a bed of sorrows and lies,
But I made it myself.
---
Time slowed on the way to Kentucky.
The golden leaves of the southern trees --
I saw it all,
Every last imprint of mother nature's kiss.
It was in that land that father and mother coexisted for a period
Without time,
Without noise,
Without fear,
But that was the land of yesteryear.
Here time sped up, but me,
Well, I'm still stuck
Living in slow motion, and you
Couldn't wait for me.
It's only fair,
For I accelerated far too far for a fair young girl,
Wind in my pigtails
And hope in my heart.
The thing about using hope for fuel
Is that it's a limited resource that drains
too
soon.
I slowed down and for a time
Found you running by my side,
But my hope ran empty
And your heart ran cold,
And you left me coughing in your path,
Following footsteps that grew older by the second.
I lost you when I lost myself.
For now, I'm still where you left me.
I only got so far as I did
Because you replenished my hope for a short-lived spell,
But I'm too slow for your bustling heart --
I couldn't keep up with your footsteps.
The path is gone.
I vanished with it.
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 3:13 AM UTC
I just read this article
on how to make people
love you instantly- look long into their eyes/ twitch less/ smile slowly so
they think you will only ever smile at
them thus
100%
We guarantee. That. Even though
people are now text
all text, all binary coding
-connected, yes- But numbers have always coexisted happily
the point is:
if by some chance
you meet a person/ smell their scent/ watch the light pooling
on their dusty skin
you now know how
to make them love you
(instantly and forever)
I've learnt only a few things
these past years (not instantly)
living people leave their ghosts everywhere (you know this)
Art is a good way to forget you're not special.
Along the way there are stories and putrefaction and sometimes both
at once
And libraries. So many libraries.
But with all of this, I still wish I'd known
back then
how to make you love me instantly,
forever
not a small wee bit that one
moment
that one
night
that long time ago.
Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 12:15 PM UTC
I speak
Within a squeak
With others around me
So they can hear me
But they do not
Like, they forgot
That I existed
Like, I never coexisted
With them
Like, I'm speaking to a wall
If you're tired of me
Then just say that to me
I'll manage to change myself
Just so I can feel good about myself
Just for you,
Anything for you.
Oct 22, 2024
Oct 22, 2024 at 11:44 AM UTC
Once upon a time I would have given you the world
Would have sailed the seven seas to tear the north star from the sky
Once upon a time I'd steal the fire from the gods
Just to keep you warm in the frozen morning so you could stay with me
Because once upon a time
I thought you were the one and
Once upon a time you were my center
But slowly over time I see
The monster you've become and I
Resent the fact we ever coexisted
Now it's all gone
The love I had, the flame inside
The way your gaze lit up my life
It's all gone, your once proud name
Poisoned, and burning away with the blaze
I would say that I want you to die, but in truth
I just can't seem to care
I should feel betrayed at your lack of faithfulness
But really, I'm just glad you're not here
By all means, be free from me
Keep my shirts and keep your money
Forget all of the memories
Of you, and me, and this travesty
Go find someone else to be your dad and
Go find someone else to raise your kid
Go find someone else's soul to desecrate
Infect them with madness, pollute them with hate
Go sink your fangs in someone else and
Fill them with your lies
You used to be the woman I loved, but now
You're just some ***** I despise.
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 2:20 PM UTC
I went on a walk today. My feet led me to a place past the horizon where light and darkness where at a simple harmony. They coexisted in a way I hadn’t learned to do with myself, with an ease that made me envious.
I went on a walk today and my chest felt heavy for my legs to carry. It was suspended past the dome of my ribs, inflated to a point of discomfort so I crossed my arms atop it just to hold it in place for fear it would explode at any moment. My tears fought for release and I tried to convince them it was not I holding them captive but my heart, this cave made of snow beating icicles in to my veins.
I went on a walk today and I felt neither the cold nor the warmth of the consecutive hours. It simply swooshed past me without a second glance. I watched it leave with awe wondering if my ghost status had inverted to official that even ethereal beings would not acknowledge me.
I went on a walk today and saw a flock of birds and saw one seating on the phone wire away from its group. I stared at it and felt its eyes on me, and for a moment their was an instant familiarity. That was the moment I realized loneliness was a language, only few could understand but still, a language.
Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 4:57 AM UTC
There was a time when we all soared
On wings we parted air like a graceful sword
Gathered our possessions to places anew
Above the clouds all we saw was graceful blue.
But then times turned an ominous grey
And words that were spoke turned to clay
Conversation of words became like stale water
Drowning moments granted many to slaughter.
Bone of contention and then they silently flew
Trails of smoke crossing in the sea of blue.
Fire graced and all became but flakes of ash
Words no longer heard as all gone in a flash.
Chaos ensued as all fell to basic feral morals,
all that was left fought in death and quarrels.
But in a darkest hour a light did gently shine,
As people once again come together and aligned.
A tornado of past confusion gently lifted,
Where their was confusion that now shifted.
A simple life, dangers in places still persisted,
But now in the new world mostly coexisted.
I have many tales of past and present to tell
Some will give you thought to take and dwell.
I only ask for a donation of honourable grace,
When stories no longer wished, I will leave this place.
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 3:45 AM UTC
A cemetery filled with tombstones everywhere
Even though their lives never existed
And she wrote their lives to be a never-ending tragedy
And maybe it would've changed if they coexisted
They went on so many adventures in her mind
Even if it was just to escape reality
And she then began to lose track of time
Lost in her own mentality
She erased their stories as she got older
But never against her they rioted
And no one could ever scold her
Because they had been quieted
But she still grieved when she thought about them
And she cried over their non-existent tombs
And she wondered what they could have become
If she let them live for infinite moons
If you look closely into the late night
You can see a girl holding a rose of fiction
And if you look deeper, you can see she might
Put it on a grave with no inscription
Sep 26, 2024
Sep 26, 2024 at 10:07 PM UTC
Day and night
One forever chasing the other
Elevation to base level
Naturally trying to reach that comfortable low
Positive and negative
Trying to balance the chaos
Shadow and light
One cannot exist without the other
Matter produced in a black hole
Still has an anti-matter counter part to settle their chaotic existence
Quantum coupling
The idea that particles that are smaller than our problems can be linked and effected together in real time
You and I
We thought this was it
We figured the chaos was organized
That the day and the night coexisted in a beautiful coalescence
That the creek stopped flowing and made a lovely pool to swim in
That this black hole called our lives had stopped *******
I assumed things were peachy because you seemed happy
But then the moon ran away, the sun to forever chase it
A crack formed and the pool began to flow again
And that hole called my life began to slowly spin
And devour the colors in my days
Leaving only black and white
And
Days and nights
Jun 15, 2013
Jun 15, 2013 at 1:46 AM UTC
I never felt like I depended on you
I kept my feet on solid ground
We coexisted and took time to listen
To our vastly different sounds
But you learned how I take my coffee
And all my favorite brands
The little things that live between
Our well-choreographed dance
And before I knew it, you'd become
A vital part of the song
So now I misstep with uneven breath
Because the notes are falling wrong
Mar 4, 2021
Mar 4, 2021 at 9:32 PM UTC
Another day,
another scribble on the page of life
why not make it extraordinary?
Leave your mark
like you were leaving ink splats all over the canvas
magnificent arrays of colors contrast and intervene
within the scene.
Resulting in a more vibrant display of life.
Strife exists each and everyday
and beauty has always coexisted beside it
It's resisted so much longer than us
and we bask in its radiance much more often than we realize
so through all the pain of life's crucible remember,
to be as daring as you were the day before
if not more so, make an impact.
Shine brightly, so that everyone can see.
It's just one of the things that makes this life worth it.
What you worth really?
I mean only you can tell me,
because the only thing that can limit you is yourself
anything you set your mind to can be achieved
you just need to believe, and then back that up with the work
talk is cheap, unless you give it the support it needs.
make your words an extension of yourself,
as if they were arms and legs that can help lift another up
whenever you happened to let them roll off your tongue.
I used to have dreams I'd light up stages,
now I just want to light up the diminished flames in your hearts that you hold dear.
If not today,
maybe tomorrow I can convince you
each day is a new day to craft a better you.
Take a look in the mirror,
reflect in who it is you've become and what you've get left to do.
So much strife in this life,
so much beauty too.
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 1:51 AM UTC
plum night
plum veil
plum skin taut under teeth,
snap-
flesh then nourishment,
consumed with red precision
besides the night inked sea.
Relinquishing the philosophies
and the heavy, coexisted before
in flaw, misguided and resistant,
now surely
melodic intertwined anatomies
crafting the mid-morning mosaic.
This manifest with
shifting shades:
festive touch
and horrific liberation;
indirect and permissible
eye.
unnerving
undeviating
unconditional
unraveling
plum.
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 1:14 PM UTC
A storm, is what we were.
Destroying everything, capturing everything.
Ruining the things that we touched, including each other.
I remember when we started off the same, when we coexisted without a shred of conflict.
Then without warning we clashed like hot air and cold air, fighting a war that could not be won with a cyclone of never ending battles.
Sometimes, we were so perfect.
But we cracked and I tried to tape us back together when we really needed glue.
Then we shattered, and I tried to pick up the pieces while you quietly slipped away.
My hurricane, my beautifully flawless hurricane. I will never forget the look in your eyes when you realized I was your everything.
And I will never forget the look in your eyes when you saw me, and saw nothing.
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 8:53 AM UTC