"daybreaks" poems
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The mountain lily crowding,
Grassy glens in formal dress,
After snows and early spring—
Rain over all the green hillsides,
An earthly heaven of constellation,
Daybreaks into marvelous milkyway.
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 4:24 PM UTC
*Stuffed animal
Daybreaks next to wild roses
Teddy bear bleeding*
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC
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The mountain lily crowding,
Grassy glens in formal dress,
After snows and early spring—
Rain over all the green hillsides,
An earthly heaven of constellation,
Daybreaks into marvelous milkyway.
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 3:58 PM UTC
Look how two can become one
How can one become home
How can home be so sweet
The reversed diffraction
The sweetest distraction
The everwanted satisfaction
Cupcakes and daybreaks
Cute bed sheets and lemon flavored sweets.
Mar 13, 2020
Mar 13, 2020 at 8:56 AM UTC
Fragmented wails
Shards of a broken hourglass
Decrepit candelabras ––
Dusty relics I conjure up
When your scent dances my way
Desolate sighs
The farewell letter you never
Cared to address to me ––
Memories that corrode like acid
When you idly spell my name
Glistening strands of gold
Inscriptions on my back
Daybreaks that infuse vigor ––
Things that vanquish my resistance
When I wallow in the past
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*We were never compatible;
Of different calibre and breed
But our besmirched souls
Are as indistinguishable as twins*
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 6:24 PM UTC
The wreaths of requiem ,
rest like the flocks of pigeons
in the delapidated buildings
where we house the words of
a frustratedly forgotten God
Our thoughts are marbled
Sculptured by surely ways
that leave their mark upon
the soft white limestone
we once held for granite
So we take "noes" for hostage
"Yes" in all it's uncertainty
and doubts and fears
we leave to professionals
Mass en Mass . . .
the silence shouts for redemption
as Altar boys stare straight ahead
and mouth unholy words
they could not swallow
Nay Nay !
The robes of iniquity
girdles more than the truth
of daybreaks after nights
of shadowed sin , brutal lusts
and innocent blood stained floors
Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 2:18 AM UTC
i have had a bad habit of grieving things that haven't left yet, my love, and it will be the death of me. i will give you all the dusk skies that fit inside my fists — this the dullest aching that my heart can hold. one day, it will fade into the colors of my loneliest nights. i hope that tonight, i will choke on all the longing i'm yet to feel — and maybe when you leave, no breath will be loud enough stop the time in crowded airports. no breath will haunt you in manhattan's streets. no breath will beg for you to stay. i hope you find someone to love; i hope city lights fall softly on her neck as she hums your favorite song. i hope her skin tastes like daybreaks and poems. i hope sunsets live and die for her, and that you too, live and die for her and all the cosmic flickers in her eyes. i can already feel you loving her and maybe soon, i'll be forgotten, like this letter under your bed.
maybe soon, i, too, will forget the sound of your laughter. in death, it's the last sense to ever go.
i have a bad habit of grieving things that haven't left yet, and this letter is for when you say goodbye my love. this letter is for when you finally leave.
May 15, 2021
May 15, 2021 at 2:00 AM UTC
Empower me
With the keen edge
Of cathartic sagacity
And I will dance
In exalted tribute
To daybreaks invincibility
Double time
While quoting rhyme
To the downbeat slash
Of the scarecrows scepter
While compatable
Emulation
Exposed to rarefied
Imagination
As the keep of the keys
Pounds out
The scathing expose
That dredges up
Those
Benumbed and bewildered
Riders
Who have been
Constantly
Overexposed to the negatives
Developed
In those darkrooms
WHERE
Expedited promises
Secretly enacted
Enabling
Blankcheck *******
Of any and all
Faithful believers
Of our beloved Carrousel
That we have
Always insisted
Is the keepsake
Bequeathed
To all the concerned
Caretakers--once empowered
With the keen edge
Of cathartic sagacity
Now just
Trying to keep dancing
To the fading calliope music
As too many
Once - synchronised
Elements
Of our revolving
Carrousel
Are going wrong
Breaking down
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 1:16 AM UTC
My mistake, i lost myself
I said I'd die for love but lied
My health declined
Forced sober eyes
My heart restarted -
Now misaligned
With hers to find
old grapes resurfaced
she turned to wine
Wine our trusty common ground
Held me close
Together again
A moment of zen
And then the crash
a sharp decent
Her health and her mask
Gone overnight
Daybreaks I awake alone
Amidst a vast mass of half recollections
Smashed glass and regret
She met me again for the first time and said with new found sober tongue
None of this was real, my dear, you and i we're fools - yes both of us
But between you and i (also anyone else if anyone asks) you are far more foolish having thought you could be loved
My mistake, i forget who i am
Pour another cup or 10
Let me buy us all another round
Strangers to friends
Grieving all the love i lack
Left behind, a burden of men
Perhaps she was the worse
What's worse is when she's gone and all I'm Left with is her words
this curse, it hurts to finally see the love i give away in vain another's unrequited repentance and since it wasn't ment for us soon the moments gone
And so is everyone i love -- alone again and left with this thought i get everytime I'm down and out --I'm not enough, I've never even had enough
My mistake, i lost, myself
Repeat that back again
I lost myself
With help from hurt
I mistook loss for love and caused a world of pain
First for myself
And my mental health
My mistake, i tried to shake
Myself awake.
Alone is better after all
My mistake my life
too late
I lost
I took
Too much
Thats my mistake
Not enough
Sep 30, 2021
Sep 30, 2021 at 3:02 AM UTC
It's been a year and the streets are a little brighter, and daybreaks are a little colder, and everyone seems a little happier. But forgetting has become way harder and longer, darling, and Novembers still feel like losing you.
Nov 1, 2019
Nov 1, 2019 at 5:11 AM UTC
Some kind of music calls me;
Recalls me, to your side;
Some primal airborne reverie
Fresh out of space and time.
Some mostly memorable note
That reminds of something far;
Much farther than a memory;
Fast-fading as a star.
Past daybreaks blurry edge,
I know it will not beckon-
Time counts not it's loss, the same
As beating hearts would reckon.
Mar 17, 2010
Mar 17, 2010 at 9:40 PM UTC
Bedecked with a halo of dreamy
Daffodils
Cooing Dracula from the windowsill
With legs outstretched
Sensless to feel precious
To someone you
Just met
Jagged fingernails tapping
On the back of my neck.
Lymph nodes rotting in
The sunshine with the
Whistles dripping down my
Boney spine
Cars crashing on Sunday afternoon
And the milkman is late
Head hung low in the steam room
As we evaporate.
Pieces in contrast thrown
Together in Frankenstein
Dimensions.
Taken apart like an insect upon
Inspection
From some schoolboy.
Try to string myself together
As my seams start to combust
To make myself over as
Someone who can trust
Sharp concoction of spider satin
Caused my sheen to waver
The skin has wrinkled and been
Discarded on the floor
Disheveled as some records in an
Old tin drawer.
Without passion
Lifeless to lie about the
Surrounding hypocrisy
Shatters the storm colored skies
The dark days trapped in
My ribcage
Breathing deeper so
Sunken in by the daybreaks
Careful gaze
Sinking deeper into the
Toll buses swollen chairs.
Blushes shaken awake
By the rues of
Translucent eyes
Alike the gleaming orb of the
Werewolf's demise.
Gawking into a
Crystal ball struggling to forsee
The oncoming chill of November
Why November?
Among the ****** empty spaces
Among the smosh pit parade as
If misplaced in fields of *****
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 2:45 AM UTC
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The mountain lily crowding,
Grassy glens in formal dress,
After snows and early spring—
Rain over all the green hillsides,
An earthly heaven of constellation,
Daybreaks into marvelous milkyway.
May 28, 2017
May 28, 2017 at 5:39 PM UTC
the way it percolates
driving us mad
bringing tears to our eyes
often heavy and sad
my neighbor claims karma
an act of simple fate
laughing i drove off
his words unaware of my morning escapades
an affair with a man
married in state
his wife wears a crown
of the knight that she made
his heart, may be heavy
his head overwhelmed
his pain numb inside
mine a throbbing shell
under the dripping trees
of the Old North State
our lips met
while
our bodies sought fate
tangled were our limbs
no judgment we laid
onlookers know not
their ignorance in spades
my jealousy gripping
like the pulse and the pain
our tongues lapping up
what others disdain
hands clenched together
a night full of waves
guilty some may cry
but please save your rage
i have no time for your misdirected pain
we work and wonder
our daybreaks heavy and claimed
years have gone by
what have we paid
mountains don't move
not like thrashing seas
nor do carolina skies
or the heavy florida heat
where will we be when the clock strikes time
beneath a hammock of oak
or a splintering of vines
tobacco barns in sight
the owl's swift decline
curving roads leading
rabbits fly by
empty nest for one
the other full and spry
moments of sanity
spared by lucidity
medication blurred thoughts
windows to the world
veins pumping heavy
words turned to swords
heal we must
but how do we know
if this is the pain of the stay or the pain of the go
anonymity for one, me, i don't care
i have no shame for my truth
no guilt left to spare
my journey, long, spirited and cold
my hands pumping blood
meant to eventually go
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 6:02 PM UTC
Morning garden speaks,
No news like daily rushes,
. . . Throngs of thrushes.
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 12:39 PM UTC
I miss the earlymorning quiet when teverything the world is
Waiting to take her first
Breath. When I can walk into the justbarely night sky
With my toes touching dewycold grass and
Lift my head to feel the breezy dawn,
When the moon fades to daylight and the
Sunrays breach the clouds they hide behind, that
Inbetween duskdawn state where
I am the only living soul.
There is nothing more beautiful than This quiet but summer trades the soft cascade of leaves for
Cacophonous daybreaks with birds chirping
Tirelessly
Awareness of being settles in well
Before 4 AM.
I want the tiptoefeeling back, when I step outside and
inhale the dawn.
I am waiting there, on my
Porchstep, promising to take my first
Breath.
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 1:20 PM UTC
they say that at three am in the morning
it feels like as if the earth has split itself open
and something age old creeps itself to the surface
******* the breathe
out of everything
and I wish it would take me away
someday,
sometimes I wish I could forget everything
like daybreaks in Nepal
like the tears that come with the two syllable word "goodbye"
like the sound of your heart
b e a t i n g
against my very own
and how I may know words but I
will always remain at a loss
on how to describe how my heart never stops clenching
when I think of you
and how that ten pm train will always be the last train
even though there are two more hours to midnight
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 11:11 AM UTC
Stay a little while with me
And let your lips redraw my contours
Like the greatest cartographer
Working at his craft
Stay a little while with me
And let my hands retrace your bruises
As if to wish away the wrong done
To your beautiful skin
Stay a little while with me
And swear on stars alone
That when daybreaks comes
You won't disappear with the transitory moon
Stay a little while with me
And stay a little while longer?
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 11:43 PM UTC
*After long dark spring
Glimmer of fortunes to come
Sun breaking through rains*
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 5:27 PM UTC
As the days grow gloomy, I still continue to have my faith
Faith outweighs any struggle
But struggling often comes too much as a second hand nature
No one knows about how hard it is because in the end there is still a smile
You may have never experienced hard work for yourself
But with a family to work for its challenging
Especially everyday when you're trying, dealing with irate people and the constant attack on yourself
We might know that person that wears the same clothes or
That friend that can't put food on the table
All you want to do is help
But we break down inside and let tears come to our eyes because of the funds that we can't provide
While steadily knowing that
Blessings linger in the shadow just when you're about to give up
Although it never crossed you're mind to do so
Because of the constant tug of war with the happiness and struggle
Yes, daydreams, daybreaks come when weary eyes, blistered feet, and wounded arms, are continuously working without a break
It hurts after a while, like two 50 lb weights have been on your shoulders for hours--- so why keep going because there is a smile you want to see on somebody's face
Even though your frowning inside
Yea, it's not fair but that's life
We should have more happy days than struggling days
The struggle is trying to break free from these chains that have been built to hold you down
But you will soon get up
Looking at a brighter day
Knowing that it was there all along
With the smile you once knew you had that you can pass along and look back with the restraints released
Yelling "I did it and I'm forever blessed"
Dec 31, 2012
Dec 31, 2012 at 9:50 PM UTC
The new day approaches
First glowing, growing, rays
That warm and hold true
As life is brought into sight
Rolling always to bring such
Possibilities laid out calling
This brightened view stirring
Yet I long and yawn one minute
More if but just once but
daybreaks the rule for none
Not even us, the late night crew
Feb 17, 2021
Feb 17, 2021 at 10:00 AM UTC
the shrill of deboning the wounds,
the daybreaks those scoliotic stems
cling to, the brine we chug in spring
to keep the tender parts green
now frosted in charcoal,
yeasted-over and gargling with ice.
but this is just winter
swelling
and the lights may have gone
burnt but the dimness gapes so beautifully
at night.
Dec 26, 2017
Dec 26, 2017 at 5:43 PM UTC
When the walls move closer with every breath,
when the stress makes your hear ache and pop
when everything is not working or fitting
find a hand to hold.
Hold on and enjoy the struggle upon you.
A new chapter in this year
I will not start off on a bad cold foot.
Conquering is something I've never done before
and it's time for a change.
No defeats only advances.
My future, my plans, my hands.
Snow keep blowing,
Nights keep falling,
But daybreaks don't stop showing.
Every morning, a chance to advance more.
The advantage of happiness, finally obtained,
and my dear I'm not letting go.
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 3:40 PM UTC
last thing i saw
was me trying to
lure you out
from that iglo
last note i heard
were just murmurs
last words i read
were simply "dead"
not that i saw,
i heard,
nor word,
but i felt.
be that as it may
during this
winter holiday
that wraps you
with it's arms of
cold daybreaks
i try to let you
witness
how life
destroys yours
and mine.
but
it created shimmers
of hope
at least for me
and yes i see
how every piece of me
directly points
to your street
clamoring
for every piece
of thee
for every word
you say
for every breath
you take
for every love
you give
and for every one
of it
you receive.
just having me
see, hear, feel,
and love you
makes me feel
lifted
where all wishes
are simply granted
with all i wanted
which are
life, emotion, and
you, my kindred.
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 10:44 AM UTC