"coherently" poems
I am cab ma, please
don’t! Is I, lass, I who brought
scald without such pains.
I am mumbling
coherently a ******
most apparently.
Phospholipids leave
envelope area soon
endoplasmic doom.
Opened neutral taste
I’m sinking in laughing at
something sunken in.
What hell overwhelm
brings ribosome organelle
use geared hither, tell?
Seceded certain
atoms like Democritus
withdrew incursion.
Truncated heavy
organelles under tissue
systems use cycles.
Half polypeptide
accents intergenetic
nuclear spaces.
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 8:38 PM UTC
I can't really coherently put my thoughts in to words but I need you to know that I still miss you just the same..
I talked with my psychiatrist today. He says we make up scenarios in our heads and months from now we will tell our own version of our story. He told me I shouldn't still be here, waiting for you, and I got so angry. I was so frustrated that he wasn't listening to me. He wasn't understanding how honorable you are or how we are different from other couples. How with us, it's always been us. But then I remembered, denial is the first step in grieving a loss. I have known that you are gone, but it still doesn't seem real
Soon, I'll be pissed. Not like now, where I get mad and then sad again, but I might actually feel over you. Doesn't mean I will be, but for the time being, my heart will feel some relief. You have made me so **** vulnerable. When it comes to you, I can't tell if my emotions cloud my judgement or not. And that ****** me off too
Next, bargaining. I will plead and plead for you to come back. I will bargain anything just to feel loved by you one last time. You, of course, decline
Depression will kick in. I'll wonder what I could have done to make you stay. I'll wonder if my constant begging drove you further away. I'll need your reassurance, but it won't be there
So finally I'll accept it. I'll accept you there, me here
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 12:22 AM UTC
when you have had
one too many
you can’t write coherently
and need to stop
trying to be deep
and meaningful
give it up, man
with five shots of
whisky
in your gut
you’re not a poet
you’re just a man with
too many words and
not enough sense to
stop typing
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 12:19 AM UTC
I wasn’t born to write
With every bent petal,
and every fallen leaf,
my ma’s sweet kisses
And papa’s gentle smile
I learned to write
A five year old me was once fascinated
by the loop of an ‘e’
and the playful swing of an ‘m’,
The wide smile of a ‘d’ delighted me
Words were powerful and mesmerising,
now they lie discarded and ignored
in broken stanzas of self proclaimed irrelevance
I watch the black ugly marks
That taints countless sheets of paper
They surround me in a sea of ink
That once flowed carefully and slowly
A thousand thoughts with each single word
Drained lies my mind, my breath’s not a whisper but a plea
My heart pumps blood not ink, I’m not a poet, it says
Incoherent scribblings mock me with their existence
As a child, confined spaces scared me
But now, a confined mind petrifies me with just a glimpse
A pen stays gripped in my hand
I wonder what it fears more
My inability to let the ink flow coherently
Or my arrogant ramblings, regardless
And fearless of consequences
While I stumble on disjointed verses
A paper aeroplane is my best accomplishment
In my two hour search for freedom and thought
Who cares for pretty words and mystifying couplets?
When the idea of a paper boat seems much more exciting
-പ്രിയാന്ഷി ദാസ്
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 8:05 AM UTC
Sparkling Sapphire Skies
O, coherently dreamy
elated; I cry
Nov 26, 2010
Nov 26, 2010 at 2:29 PM UTC
Words are only temporary comfort in this game of life
Inevitably disappointing people for centuries
So spare me of your indecisive nature
I've no need for vague interactions
no urgency to ponder the possibility of love
This soul is free of uncertainty
Free of vulnerability, obligation, pain
Time surely is the syringe of life
constantly injecting insight into my universe with grace
Creating tolerance and understanding
But never denying me of my independence
I wasn't manifested to run from my problems
Merely molded to coexist wildly wielding imperfection
leave this modest mare to her enclosed meadow
You stallion are much too wild and free to remain captive
I'll not be held responsible for taming your soul
If you wander coherently into my territory
I'll insist fate takes charge
But might I remain graciously instinctive
and resistant to faulty desires
I will not fear love, instability, my mind, or temporary comfort
Nor will I fall victim to temporary confort, my mind, instability, or love
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 2:37 AM UTC
Certain songs make me think of you
Soft songs mellow songs angry songs all bring some thoughts
I don't particularly know who you are
but when it comes to music you've taken many shapes
songs i like make me think of you
how you've supported and shaped me in the long time we've known each other
and how coherently you understand me even in my low jumbled life
and how we've grown together and always supported each other no matter the distance and lack of contact we may have endured
songs that make me think of you make me feel good
your songs make me feel like i can do anything if i wanted to
your songs make me feel appreciated and loved
but your songs are a different story
your songs make me think of the things ive done
the things ive blocked out and the things i regret
i dont know where i ever truly stood with you
but your songs make me feel like im back there
your songs make me feel angry and suffocated
like i need to break whatever or hurt whoever is there
in order to truly escape
your songs make me feel smashed and unworthy and hated
but you my dear friend
your songs make me feel different
so different that the only way i can describe it is 'here'
your songs make me feel grounded and solid
like i am filled with cement but in a good way
like i am alive and like i truly exist and that i am unable to simply float away
your songs have grounded me and given me reason and hope
your songs make me feel renewed and strengthen like i can love and care again
your songs make me feel things all different types
it can only make me wonder what my songs make you feel like
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 4:54 PM UTC
to who does speak
with nothing but words
crippling from the end of
the linked glass
between the lips
and the kiss
line of phrases
formed to emerge the soul
whose hidden within
another dimension
of the body itself
phrases came out gracefully
without any notice
while the lips hangs heavily,
the bones stand coherently,
and the tattered heart restrain poorly
to the one who does speak
owning only oneself
or not being heard
was not the problem—
—it was
the hollow feeling,
vacant presence of a body,
and another void
which could throw the soul
into a pitch black of darkness
with silenced thoughts and mouth
as no one is going to be there
to take a peek
or even save the ****** life
Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 1:46 PM UTC
i was 14 years old when you punched me at the bottom of our stairs
i couldn't believe what hurt more
the bruises or the fact
you could lift your ******* hand
and still look me in the eyes the next day
your stare felt like daggers on my back
seeping through spinal chord
as i poured my morning tea
and you ruled in your kingdom of messy bathrooms
walls of a fortress made up of broken dishes
that would sit with food on them for two days and
some days i still find crumbs and glass in the dark corners of each cell in this god forsaken dungeon
i was 16 when i floated around
the side of my house to trip over
a broken chair
it seems that since the chair was wobbly
it just wouldn't do
and you smashed it to pieces
like you did with my brothers, and me
not thinking maybe all it needed was a little glue
to continue to stand proud
or maybe a hug or maybe
a word of encouragement or two once the pressure and weight was applied
i proceeded by in a haze anyway
******
i am twenty ******* one years old
and i come home to this hole in the wall
that you apparently created out of rage
it gets increasingly bigger and darker with each day
i cant begin to coherently create a metaphor that
can depict the snarling devil you turned out to be
father of mine
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 9:26 PM UTC
Let’s go knuckles.
Don’t you have anything in you?
Are you not able to
Fashion these thoughts
Coherently, conclusively
With style and poise ?
And can you not, vocabulary,
Keep your wits about you;
Turn these circumstances
Into lyrical dances?
Are your wordy recesses
Now void?
Dec 19, 2011
Dec 19, 2011 at 2:24 AM UTC
O if I could only write
Poetry worthy of your
Reading!
Find clarity in
Complexities.
Make Art and rhyme
of the unspoken.
Offer up my words
As tokens of my
Vulnerability.
Then, then you would see.
If only I could write a book
worth reading past the first few pages.
Not the type for school that
you read in stages in order to maintain
your vitality.
A book you can drown yourself in
without glancing at a screen.
Words you can devour
rather than glean.
An idyllic scene.
Far from the person you know best.
If only I could write myself
in a play.
My life mapped out from day to day
with instructions on my whereabouts
and actions.
Our conversations would be succint, artful
and with purpose.
I would have long, coherently structured
speeches and
always have the right things to say,
expressed in the wittiest way.
My life would be dictated by
Your entrances and exits.
All my plot lines resolved in
Act 3;
That would suit me.
O if only I could write those words;
The ones worth saying.
Those words different from our
Daily utterances.
Those words you have been
meaning to say but have not
yet had time to shape them round
your lips.
If I could write those words, I would.
Unfortunately it's just me.
But I will try, I promise.
Just you see-
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 10:47 PM UTC
Crazy chick that I work with,
How are you today? Calm the **** down.
You’re a mess - not that anything’s wrong with that.
But you’re in my workspace, which is not your workspace.
Also, your mouth babble, eye gestures and body jerkins seem
To indicate that you wish to communicate; alas, could you
Coherently convey an idea, who would want to receive it?
Please vacate the workspace and return to yourspace.
Have a nice day.
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 1:19 PM UTC
my fingers fit perfectly
in the holes in your memory
your soft lips were meant to be
linked with mine eternally
our thoughts are coherently
understood naturally
a perfect mentality
you decided to share with me
your fingers so lovingly
have a way of comforting
of healing anxiety
making my worries recede
but now distance has come between
and left my heart violently
crying out in longing
for the love it will always need
my wretched tortured voice is received
by your monotone message machine
i can barely say anything
with the receiver there listening...
Feb 7, 2010
Feb 7, 2010 at 6:01 PM UTC
Fear shakes me as I look at this creature,
Staring at me through the darkness,
A grey smoke blurs my sight,
I mumble prayers like a preacher.
I shut my eyes, as does a pigeon,
It scrapes its claws, on the bare ground.
I peek through the slits of my eyelids,
Still there - now theres a legion!
I turn my back and run,
I can hear them chasing me,
Rustling through the dead of silence,
I stop, only to come undone!
Am I dead? I see a light.
I turn, I face them now.
The light lingers and I hold on,
Closer I walk, with all my might.
I see them. They see me.
My failures, my rage, my darkness.
The distance, the pessimism, the void.
Fears in their multitude existence.
Closer , closer, closer I get,
I fear the fears no more,
For they exist, as does the light,
Shining like an auroral net.
Catch them, bind them,
Then I set it free.
Now I bind me, within me.
And fill my heart with divine glee.
I see a monster now and then,
I see it for what it is,
I know it can be tamed to my will,
For there exists a light within.
My light shines brighter,
as the darkness grows.
The two exist coherently -
For what is, is!
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 10:19 PM UTC
Just like the flow of a thought
Our story coherently played out
Each event like an intention ought
To float on a wave of doubt
Crashing on the shore of memory
It was foamy and filled with greenery
And the birds did feed on its nutrition
And words written in the sand, destruction
Of very moments that were sweet
Now washed clean as a sheet
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 2:55 PM UTC
There is a thumping beneath my pillow and it is peculiar that I wish your heart is on the other side.
It is only the dull roar of thunder cracking in the distance and my clarity is breaking because I see the lightening through my crescent window but I cannot see my thoughts spread out across an ink sky.
My notions have been clouded lately and I can't clean substances without knowing their surfaces. Nothing in my mind is behaving coherently and everything is hazy. I am losing expression and finding complication; (this is not entirely baffling because what I feel for you stretches far beyond complexity.)
This madness is a beautiful thing because I now see the simile right before me.You are like lightening: white hot and fleeting, a sight eyes with permeating pupils have the utmost difficulty of absorbing. Instantaneous and electrifying to the touch, a brush of a finger and the senses are fragmented.
I have always been fond of natures illuminations. There is something so awe filling about the unexplainable things in life. Common phenomena, if you will. So understand that whenever I am speechless around you, it has nothing to do with a loss for words or a struggle for sentences. It has everything to do with my want to smear my words across your charcoal horizon; to reach my stained fingerprints towards our white streaked atmosphere and to be scarred by your crackling kiss.
There is a thumping beneath my pillow and it is peculiar that your heart is on the other side.
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 10:31 AM UTC
Too long,
Too long I point my vision
In awe towards the inexistent flaw
Embedded within the lustrous cracks of your smile
Splitting through the melancholy-infused,
My timeless sunless sky
I tremble,
More than just a sugar rush,
A heaven-sent electric current;
Starts the heart-shaped engine,
Rips through its tendons,
Accelerates, opposing the infirm currents ,
Of the impaired circuit,
Sensitizes it to a form of "life".
The thunder then pounds within the hollow,
Slowly devastates the shallow.
Bruises branch down my neck,
The bolts sink down to my deck,
Engraving everlasting fractal marks ,
Of fractions of whiles,
When I was stone-blind ,
Consumed by the euphoric rush,
Of your broken white lights,
Shocked into submission,
Getting used,
Falling for abuse.
Lightning was your name,
The thunder was your doomed game.
Maybe one end only surges in mortal power,
But the other has fallen, devoured.
Blind, but now I see coherently,
Rewired differently.
My fingertips still trace down the marks,
Till they have memorized their very whereabouts,
But now I embark,
On the journey of focus on my ever-present,
And your ever-absence.
Tainted with specks of your broken light,
My sky then gives birth to ravishing stars,
That decorate the gloomiest of inky skies.
Sometimes the stars fall,
To witness me wishing him away,
Closely hear me say,
The last of my goodbyes;
So long for now,
So long for then.
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 3:45 PM UTC
The sun loses its shine
in spiralling time
and a world decays
in the greyness of age;
so the saying says.
A lie.
Doubt the blackening
of the clouds in the sky, don’t doubt
the energy in your blood so alive;
all the rain, all the water
cannot wash away love.
Reach for those dreams
you’ve been thinking of.
Blow out the candles;
Your own smoke alone
is making you mad; the chemical
concoction of red, red rage
may be poured, coherently
upon a clean white page. Made safe.
So remain forever, stay
your favourite age; mother,
each day is a dawn,
a fire, a jewel
clearer than a river, rare
as a shower of meteors,
a dream like no other.
Aug 27, 2012
Aug 27, 2012 at 8:13 AM UTC
Proposed him what can he do for her
Confessing with confidence, he will die for her
Conveyed him, he is not the one for her
Asked her with hesitation why does she feel so
Declaring she need someone who love her
I love you a lot, he confessed again with emotion
Acquainted she, he doesn't love her
Interrogating her how could she say so
Coherently replied him with a smile
If you love me, your answer would be
I will live for you !
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 6:31 AM UTC
stay up with me until 5 am
and listen to the rain pouring
save me the washed up ********
"the rain is falling hard and so am I"
don't tell me that
tell me what you really feel for me
tell me why you really treat me like I am your world
only in the early hours of the morning
tell me why the Sunrise changes everything
spare the similies and metaphors
tell it to me straight
why is it your love for me only exists
when the Moon is high
and you are drunk
why does my love for you
stay so coherently in my day and my night
why does it persist to remain
when you can't even remember my name
after it all
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 1:52 PM UTC
Curling this finger just under my boyish snout,
Dipping my pupils into yours without words to expose,
I think of this moment and other aspects of you that I do so impose,
You repeatedly stir my flies while I pull you into me with these eyes,
These brunette iris' mix coherently with a beautiful crest witnessed beneath,
I picture summer and capture what I hope to be forever,
Caressing your Midas enhanced locks, I swallow thoughts that curl my dimples skyward,
You tinker with my strings as I maneuver myself closer to your heart and further from the day we locked textures,
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It's finally time to open up these dreams contained within,
I want you here, I want you now, I want you forever in my spin.
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May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 1:32 PM UTC
In death do we keep our eternal sorrow
a sweet release to reach the end
to be liberated from waking up tomorrow
eternal black our silent friend
Death is just a word for the gateway to the unknown
for the living have never witnessed an inconceivable sight
barely imaginable and yet an alternate reality
lying on the other side of life behind the gates of passing
There's all this suffering going on
some of us have a great love for humanity
and we hurt so much for it
because others are hurting it
When and where did it begin and why?
what the **** is the point.
No matter what we believe it only comes back
and we will all suffer and die again
Is that what life is really for?
so when we pass on to the other side
will we appreciate it more?
because some ******* doesn't want us to have it all
It's a great challenge to not want something worth having
when what we have now is already falling apart
we just need more people to care about each other
instead of growing more indifferent and distant
So a question might for about what the point is in it all
if we're all going to die anyway
why all the tyranny and betrayal on all the people who helped you up?
you're just going to die alone at the top or get torn down and ripped apart at the bottom
Death seems to be the answer
nothing brings a greater change than death
as life is the only thing that experiences change coherently
it is only natural for someone to want to change it all themselves.
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 4:02 AM UTC
(In)Coherent pulses,
Dreamscapes and landscapes,
Cross fading winds knocking at their front door
His delirious (un)attempts to slacken back
his mangled froward hair;
she necessituously brushed aside her hair
which made unparalleled intersections
at her forehead which seemed to him like comet tails
intermittently intertweaving within their nebulae
multifaruously forming exquisite cosmic dust
which when he had a whiff,
****** his pitless melon collie into the void.
His fingers brood at the birthmark on her arm.
You're the bridge across
his brokeness and finding himself.
Same blood, same love running
through his veins and every artery.
Breathe life into the pen names of our children.
Widening the gap between
the venerations of his & his faith.
Pulses aching coherently across the stringent,
point decimal of an infinity.
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 11:01 AM UTC