"congest" poems
Somedays my thoughts shriek so loud that
they congest the rest of my mind
other days they chant lullaby's as if nothing
traumatic has ever happened
one moment i'm up
the next im crumbling to my knees
one or the other its consistent drowning with
no one to rescue me
I'm keen on telling myself its all in my head
at times, but
doctors tell me its all me
but for gods sake do they realize what horrid
phrases the voices scream?
death would be so heavenly
I long for the passing of sides
im awaiting to go home where its all
white and peaceful
i have days where im so narcissistic; I swear
I can commence the world as if every millisecond is
a luxury of sighs and sounds
at moments my dispute comes out so rapid
all i get is crooked looks and mumbles
some days, I love him
other times I swear he's the devil in disguise
during my manic episodes you spoke soft as if I
was a fallen angle that was overflowing with life.
You had mentioned a world that disculded me was a
world you cannot exist in
You said I influenced your heart to skip beats, that I
saved you, I was your fresh air
Once he witnessed myself during a dreadful episode
you declared loving me was exhausting and space
is what you desired for
hell could i control this?
he was the one isolated concept I could ever make
my ******* mind up about
I loved him;
I love him
he said that his devotion to me was similar to
staring into a black hole but seeing the reflection of the delicate sunset
it never made sense to him
BUT HELL DID IT MAKE SENSE TO ME?
when he stranded me, i couldn't help but dissolve in tears
i was nowhere adjacent to happy
but that's all I've ever comprehended
my doctor says they've observed a change
maybe its the sleepless weeks and collection of mood stabilizers
consuming pills in hopes to not feel so ******* empty
anticipating on my next manic episode
waiting for the door to open to go home
If I have learned anything from living with BPD
it is im constantly dilapidated upon everything
one day soon I hope to recover from this disorder
that replicates a loud room without recognizing how loud it was
and all I hear is the ringing in my ears that doesn't seem to have an end
some day this will be over
some day my lover will stay
I pray to fall in love with another angel again
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 2:27 PM UTC
My days have forgotten the sunsets
They only remember the harsh, beaten sunrays
Pounding against the memories,
Heaving, in the background, like a sneeze
Hoping to congest my worried looks
The sun burnt my pale skin,
And I cried,
For the day had ended
But, with it came no golden rays,
Only fractured skin,
Crackling with the slightest touch,
My day had ended,
But not for me,
It ended for the one who scorns, you see.
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 11:22 AM UTC
fem in isms,
i imagine Sapphic eyes:
bad *** advert coruscates elite
fairness sensing slavish blind
in gestate calm affirm
in genders More numerous of Windows--
Superior--for Doors--
O harsh judgement foiled,
as a foil, as unknown truth
foil-doubles in the brow,
abject symmetry to systemize
a fertile lack of sterile barrenness,
i am a mediatrix rend,
nirwaan, hijra wonderment aside
from transemotion's ground swells
demeaning to be understood.
i celebrate and face the same
to be what paperwork tests being
normal being, freely chosen
atom each belonging moves
an asterisk of paths
of mutate art of nature social darwin maze.
i imagine Sapphic eyes,
ginko soft they pile up all cobble
memories themselves concretely
cloistered fame
spray of salty waves,
macho screams symbol
for dismissal ease
for tearing at an inner unsaid war
with lists offense of proper taste
to what posterity intends
an undulation womblike seeming nourish safety sounds.
i imagine Sapphic eyes
past
debauched
meanderings
where hyster-clarity rejoins its titular
and reliable escapisms curl the lips
of maleness found
here and there smile sneer love
i imagine Sapphic eyes
linguistic pirouettes
congest that wisdom nonetheless
the moment passed on to a
feigning truth in pretty rhyme
ornamenting time with fine meter fine
vernacular chimes peter in
to juggle perspectival paradox,
redichotomize the twilight idols,
resolve the conflict like a dawn
Aurora,
i imagine Sapphic eyes
running plastic with Alaskan wolves,
toga floats to snow
to let us see the purest fairness form
a ****** circle,
Hypatia ascends from tenebrous grave,
Impregnable of Eye is pregnant now
with Wollstonecraft revered
in liberation's fount
families held exemplar gaze of
Taylor, ****** Cady,
Anthony resanctified
to vote entitlement's
empathic origins, waxen mold
of nascent categories,
narrow hands spread wide to panoply anew
the manifest evolve in true unknowns
Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 11:56 PM UTC
ginko soft they pile, strewn on cobble
memories themselves concretely devised
cloister inward, revise, revise, revise:
debauched meanderings fully marble
escapes to curl the lip, adorable
here and there, whether smile sneer incise
linguistic pirouettes or paler lies
congest that wisdom indefinable --
the moment past moves on to feigning truth
with pretty rhyme, for ornamenting time
with myths to filter in an Avalon,
juggle perspectival paradoxic ruth
with fine meter fine, vernacular chimes,
and resolve the conflict like a dawn
Dec 2, 2012
Dec 2, 2012 at 9:47 AM UTC
watching her deep water,
pilled sleeping,
her chest congest,
her cough, orange,
clockwork regular,
watching tv,
an old Law & Order fav,
major crimes gets an
innocent man freed from jail
watching me
in the tv screen reflection,
write bad poetry,
and laughing at his own hair,
rebelling in sticking up shapes
that would make Einstein jealous
occurs that this mot not
multitasking, that multi-inaccurating
Nope
multi-sensing, multi-asking
for
moments of quiet crumbs,
of seconds of satisfactory,
merely passing unpadded grades
would be sufficient
life needs no cogent reasoning,
no over arching philosophy,
but if Sheldon were to
find the unifying string theory
that could tie and string these moments
together,
that would be most excellent
cause "whatever"
just don't quite cut it
as a way,
a purpose to exist,
but moments like this
do
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 5:07 AM UTC
as space sufficiently expresses, or succinctly paraphrases with the concerns for time: or hue, or suntan, or baritone hummed weakening into a humph... crazy-bone etc.; sometimes poetry is so much more than the usurping of onomatopoeia... life is the essence of being timed, but that's hardly the essence in the space we occupy - over-versed thinking never formalised toward an outer-reaching imagination that might become copper-raindrops' worth of Disney, or a way memory is made adaptive to cure dementia... yes, space is the essential component for the compartment of life... i believe time has no place in what's to be called life, i believe time exists, but on an Olympic scale, in the metres and millimetres, on the minutes and seconds scales... space is the essence of life: so diverging from known apparatus to unknown operations, thus so diverging from known operations to unknown apparatus... and so on and so forth, until dinosaurs roar and we merely say: yawn - arrogant in our guise.
true, space devalues time; as said the people between us who we never had a meal with, but had the crazed look of craving an unnecessary contentment with despair. can i guess at something? i like your alphabetical onomatopoeia, i.e. pun for knocking, a sorta p p p / b b b, not necessarily needing the suffix for rhyme, why is it that poetry requires the echo, why not rhyme upfront? anyway... but it's there, that alphabetical onomatopoeia... a repeating of the first letter, like opening an oyster... which contradicts the orthodox methodology of rhyme... meaning that there's a repeated seance of an opening... which (although alphabetically staged to a prevailing repeat) equips the reader with many more surprising alternations - basically you begin with what rhymes alphabetically, but not necessarily phonetically: the lost suffix -ing via i had a cat called blinding, and he said all things were shining... one of your poems enabled me to spot this reversal of poetic orthodoxy, in that the rhyme became less musicological, and more rubric enlisting a coherent schema, such as a list... or rhyme via propped first, and cascading into oblivion, never really minding the waggling tail of a bouncy-ball of accepted verse. aardvark and acupuncture... the rhyme begins with A, and ends as it should end, diverging, so there's no feel for a repeat akin to drum or rhythmic bass... otherwise: shout an A into a cave and hear an echo... that's what poetry is damnably worthy to congest one's thinking with... don't rhyme: echo! and ensure that echo is alphabetical rather than musicological. perchance lessened talk, i too would have revised this example with some worthy emoticon.
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 10:52 PM UTC
Fall, fall hard, with every cell of your being
Smack into it
Let it seep and fill, congest your thought
Your eyes turn to owls
Your ears turn to bats
Feel the weight of a million clouds trapped
They will blow your body apart
From trigger and touch
Compression of love
Feb 17, 2012
Feb 17, 2012 at 7:37 AM UTC
It is so sad
very sad-
the only blue sky has covered
with dark
so dark-
I can feel you
but I can't go
So sad
the only blue sky has covered
One day the dream
my blue dream
had come
came to me
on a boat of dream
I rose so high
high at top of the horn
took breathe
so high to fly
so sad
very sad
the only blue sky has covered
Next, I die
near die
very congest to feel
fill me
fill me again
‘O' my very blue sky
‘O' my very dream
Come
and come again
not to leave me
I wish
wish to take breath
I will live
live long
with you
Forever…..
@Musfiq us shaleheen
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 8:03 AM UTC
It's become obvious you are not coming back
The thought of you and her together hits me like a smack
The blood that runs rampant through my veins suddenly starts to freeze
My heart stops pumping as I drop straight to my knees
It shatters to pieces and the shrapnel fills my chest
Impaling my lungs
Making my breathing congest
Silence has no business settling inside my ears
But the fact that it does confirms my worst fears
There is not a word I could say to possibly change your mind
Without hesitation you effortlessly leave me behind
If you're not in love anymore why couldn't you let me know?
I gave you many opportunities to let me go
Yet you are such a coward you hid how you feel
Led me to believe your emotions were still real
Then you vanished without courtesy of a text or call
I guess the truth is I meant nothing to you at all
Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 4:57 AM UTC
My dear,
Words cannot express
The way I congest
These feelings I feel for you,
I like the way you make me feel
How it feels so surreal
And how you have made a sudden turn
Into my life that is a slow burn
For I, I am so grateful to have met you.
Dec 11, 2021
Dec 11, 2021 at 9:30 PM UTC
The elements that wrestle inside
The beauty that hides, so shy
Stimulated by the grass moving to the rhythm of the clouds
How can you congest the beauty inside?
But for the tears, a song is sour
in poverty you express your power
Folly embraces those who left after they did devour
But always remember that your beauty is a flower.
Nhlanhla Moment
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 1:44 AM UTC
I was in the home stretch
Of the worst heart break 5k
I’ve faced since last May
Was tired of putting bandaids
Over scars from old stitches
Left by a few witches
That flew away as fast as they came
I don’t know what possessed me
To speak first
Maybe it was a side effect
From all of Cupid’s grazed arrows
Flying freely like sparrows
Only to miss their mark
Leaving me with a thirst
To conquer love once and for all
In short
You congest my brain
The way a rainbow stalls a dreary day
And resurrected the good parts of me
I sent to an early grave
A beacon on a stormy night
The sigh of relief
when you get a question right
You make me feel like a kid
On Christmas morning
That just received
Everything they were hoping
I’d gladly go through Hell again
If it meant in the end
I get to hold your hand.
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 3:03 AM UTC
So many thoughts inside, they congest
Go away, please, so my mind can rest
Again my conscious breaks through night
Again I'm lost, this nocturnal fight
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 7:29 AM UTC
I'm kinda Crazy
Kinda shy
Kinda artistic
Kinda fun
Kinda spontenous
But im a new bag of sugar
Mix it up into the mess
So you can let the light digest
I'm hard to fully understand and fully congest
But that's what is so fun
Take the chest and run
Run with my heart and protect it
Never let it slip away
Or become dismembered into an oblivion
You are my protector
I am yours
We're all faced with this contempt
But we have to avoid the forcoming tempest
When you hurt me, I know you never truly meant it
So fragile, just like me
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 12:02 AM UTC
Where did simplicity fall away.
With so many cogs in motion.
One can easily overlook and forget.
To the point that rust has set in.
Made immobile by negligence.
Only when the pieces begin to crumble.
Is notice taken.
It always feels as if this clockwork maze.
Never shifts in the favor desired.
Creating more and more pathways.
Only to congest it further.
The air is thick with dissspointment.
And each action seems to disrupt the inner workings more each time.
With little else to do.
And tools in disrepair.
One continues forth.
Regardless of how dark it gets.
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 10:30 PM UTC
I think it’s sad
That you can’t appreciate our silence
And instead congest the air
With soul wrenching nothing’s
Perhaps that’s why I have yet to submit
To our love
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 7:30 AM UTC
The dark alley fills all my senses and swallows me,
Cars and people stream along and slowly become a blur,
Shattered bottles and burned out cigarettes litter the ground either side of me,
I'm so alone
The dim light coming from the few street lights to my sides flicker,
A light evening fog covers the ground,
Sketchy light from the passing car's headlights slip in and out of the alley
Screaming and yelling from the city echoes around me,
There are a few police sirens,
Voices congest my head,
My stomach makes a low rumble, reminding me I haven't eaten in days
I feel so alone,
I'm scared of everything happening in my head and around me,
I don't know what to do anymore and I have given up
I am lost.
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 10:13 PM UTC
I thought the world is big
That it has boundless space
For me to live and play
I thought the landscape is free
Where adventures abound
For me to live and play
I thought life here is secure
And opportunities are great
For me to live and play
Yet, the reality entails:
The world is smaller
That people congest
Where I struggle to survive
The land is much to pay
Citizens becoming foreign
Where I struggle to survive
And life itself in danger
Threaten to succumb to death
Where I live and destine to die
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 12:37 AM UTC
The sound of deep emptiness
filled her shallow chest
She couldn't breath and depict
if it is loneliness or just mere congest.
How can a woman not know how to feel?
Maybe she has been through a lot
Maybe she forgot
Or maybe, just maybe, she just had enough.
Jun 1, 2017
Jun 1, 2017 at 5:06 AM UTC