"continious" poems
i cant see.
can you?
no, i cant see you.
can you see me?
i can clean my glasses,
i can wipe my eyes,
remove the grit from them.
images do not make sense.
wait,
i see a light.
i hear,
your voice, i think.
never realised how good it sounds.
i shouldnt have looked so closely.
the colour of your beard.
the texture of your hair.
the curve of your shoulders,
when you bend over me.
i shouldnt have recognised your smell.
i shouldnt have tangled my fingers in yours.
reset.
a little clearer now.
maybe.
the static will clear in time.
solder closed those circuits.
make a continious loop.
i will be self-contained.
unplug me for now.
i dont know how to.
Mar 10, 2010
Mar 10, 2010 at 12:21 AM UTC
i read today
that
sometimes
during
autopsies
they find ink
pooled
in the lymph
glands
of people
with
multiple
tattoos
and
i got
to
wondering
if they
opened
up
my
brain
would
it
be full
of the
ink
that
runs
through
my
veins
the ink
that
drips
and
seeps
into
my very
soul
aided
by
the word
i
inscribe
and
etch
upon
my
bones
the ink
that flows
in a
long
continious
scrawl
eminating
from
my
poets
pen ..
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 9:56 AM UTC
A good nights sleep awaits as I've been on a continious wake. Comfort of a warm place, a comfort of the bed. Wind creeping on the window, coming through the cracks, as i bury my head within the pillows, summer time has passed & fall has started, the time of autumn leaves falling from the tree's dearly departing. Going back onto the earth, for her to do as she please. The same wind that i look forward to is the same that spreads autumn the beautiful.
Oct 4, 2011
Oct 4, 2011 at 1:03 AM UTC
I wanted to be her
I envied your dedication
The two of you so compatible
Yet we're simply complex
I will never be the stream running through those veins
The rhythmic beat of a heart that forces a smile of perfection across your face
I wonder do I make you as happy as the one who breeds your kin
A sad disfunction
A game I'm a afraid I will never win
I want to feel the beat of your heart flow through my vains
Then maybe just maybe it will be the music in my ear that gives comfort when it rains
I wanted to be her
A pattern in your soul
A continious reminder that we too could get through the bad days
I wanted to be her
But I realized my aspiration were simply too high
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 3:26 PM UTC
Tick tock goes the old clock
Tick tock the minutes don't stop
The hands keep winding
Each new adventure you are finding
At this time there might be doubt
Where would you be without?
A heart not open is unkept
With the memories your heart swept
Do you hear it?
The continious ticking?
Be careful you might not want to miss
When your love in your heart is thickening
Don't be afraid of the leap
A door unopened is tightly shut
A locked door your heart will keep
Can't go down now..go up
Listen to it's even pace
Listen or you will be wishing
Of not having that empty space
And you will be missing
The heart that winds that keeps ticking
Tick tock..tick tock
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 9:24 AM UTC