"decifer" poems
This is not a depression poem,
This is not a cry for help,
This is me trying to be the best of my ability..for you.
You alway stuttered when you said my name.
You always picked at your collar and mumbled sweet words that I could never decifer.
You whistled in the park the day you opened yourself up for your own sake, and I cried.
This isn't a depressing poem this is me trying to the best of my ability to fix you.
You had to go in april to the place over the hill, where white walls flood and doors don't close. And I whistled for you to come home to me. Because I never wanted it to end like this.
This isn't a depressing poem this is me trying to pick myself up.
You said you didn't want to be my friend anymore, and explained you didn't know why, but that day I cried hard enough I swear god could hear me.
This isn't a depressing poem this is me explaining how much I needed you.
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 1:28 PM UTC
Within white stagnant walls kinship reeps phyletics
Lavished in immoral conducts; distributing demon fits.
I envisioned hell before me when sick pricked.
My shrills were short lived; as my ambuscade died down.
Escapading not, I did muster inducement.
Decoy to fail, could I never entice this asylum town.
Decifer the mutters I did; creating chaos while dim.
Told in realm; increased heartrate overwhelms;
*"You're a sick little ***** with the dunce smoothered cap oversized."
"Have you ov procelitized, I would be seven lighted voices and notith six dark cackles"
"I spit on you in shackles, spy the roaches and the grime"
"Crawl for Roman Nero, he wanes"
"Guttering your vessels into wine, you are now his drooping mane"*
I saw the heads of six, as roaches looked upon me taking turns to spit.
My time here arose as a feeding black hole.
I crawled for Nero and six more; I stuttered trying treason.
Here I lie pathetic; with rays of decoy,
Dreaming the nightmare most feared; most do not believe in.
Hallucinating alone within the stale walls; I felt prone to end all.
Once gathered what had struck; I knew perspectives aren't always as they seem.
Merely and only; one severe demented dream.
Shall I not turn the tables on authority once more.
To ambuscade the power; leaves needle incisions sore
Not only pain by fluid; both realities changed illucid.
I did what I must've to be discharged;
I did what I must've in best regards.
Oct 30, 2010
Oct 30, 2010 at 2:17 PM UTC
You're the most confusing boy i've ever met. I can't decifer your feeling's torwards me or what is going on inside your awe inspiring mind. I dream about knowing you like the constellations of dots along my skin . I dream of pressing my lips against yours and pulling the air out of your lungs at lightning speed . You make my palms sweaty in the most amazing way. Now kiss me like your life depends on it.
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC
Soft fingers, white as the snow they sprinkle like glitter across
The earth and sea.
Yet dark against the sunset sky,
And soaring toward us with the speed of a country breeze.
They flee from the descending light, that illuminates the sky in a gaze like eyes closing; as their lids fall, darkness overtakes the sky, and pulses against the vibrant rays
of the retreating sun.
Then, the soft fingers are gone;
like a droplet of water in a tub of blood, they are camouflaged, a magic trick of the heavens, our eyes drawn to the main act, while they float in careless leisure.
But when the sun yawns her way awake again, they are beautiful creatures,
whipping and howling their fury as the rain,
and forming pictures to decifer when the sky is blue and clear.
And so they will continue, an endless trek across a desert of blue, darkening and lightening until the end of days.
Watchful, radiant, and immortal they remain.
Jul 4, 2013
Jul 4, 2013 at 11:31 PM UTC
*If only life were black and white
White would always be clean and bright
Clearly seen and easy to decifer
white as good, black as the other
But instead there are so many colors*
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 6:36 AM UTC
Walking, walking,
let's move on forward.
But every time I try,
it's two steps backward.
Listen, listen,
to the words I need to say.
But they aren't coming out,
no honey, not today.
I wish, I wish,
I could tell you everything.
But I don't know myself,
I can't hear my heart sing.
The words, the words,
so lost in my heart.
I can't decifer them,
and it's tearing me apart.
I miss, I miss,
what we used to be.
The best friends ever,
you were always there for me.
I want, I want,
that someone to always hold.
Who's here to be with me,
and forever grow old.
I need, I need,
someone to just say.
"Baby, it'll be all right,"
and hold me close today.
These days, these days,
getting harder to bear.
The people around,
my heart they tear.
I'm falling, I'm falling,
someone help me up.
These days, I'm telling you,
have never been so rough.
My feelings, my feelings,
have never been so hard.
To decifer, but honey,
there's more and more ...
I'm falling....I'm falling...
I need help now ...
Can someone just hold me?
It's gotta be alright some how ...
Oct 18, 2010
Oct 18, 2010 at 6:10 PM UTC
Our ideas are bullet proof
they can't be shot nor destroyed
our ideas eject upwards like fireworks from special volcanic places releasing pressure creating new places in nature and being magnetic with our treasures found we manifest
our true nature with lovers imaginations;
for in love and war all is valid,
if love is the means the beginning
and the end.
There's no room for shyness
maybe a bit self consciousness
and we never feel pressured..
Sometimes after the honey moon
the groom becomes shy
with the brides implossive ideas.
And who knows what the loss
if we can't decifer it nor read
its melancholic kinesis
radiance timely.
I surrender only to true love.
~~~~
By An- Karijinbba.
Sep 5, 2021
Sep 5, 2021 at 4:14 AM UTC
Words leave our mouths,
the screaming never stopped.
We used the techniques,
for so long we've been taught.
Words amount to nothing,
true feelings never change.
It's been oh so long, honey,
that we have been this way.
The thought that crosses me,
runs through my mind today.
Can you even remember,
how we got this way?
I looked at you,
sitting behind me.
With our group of friends,
trying to see.
Trying to decifer,
the point to it all.
Why it can't be solved,
with a simple walk?
Can you even really see,
why we started this fight?
Where the anger came from?
along with hate and strife.
Why we started fighting,
what the purpose was behind it?
Did we ever really think,
something good would come of it?
Please try to remind me,
because I can't seem to see.
Why I'm mad at you,
and you're so angry with me.
This fight, so pointless,
I don't remember why.
This fight even began,
why we both began to lie.
Please just tell me,
because I've lost my sight.
Why ever did we start,
this prolonged, pointless fight?
Sep 29, 2010
Sep 29, 2010 at 12:43 PM UTC
His thoughts,
Once heard by his mind.
Love of his words
Deepen with every thought
His words,
Once spoke from his tongue.
Surface into belief
Ears decifer how the message is received
Usually causing defensive language in return
Words of daggers thrown to ****
To stop the message
For his blood to spill
Now his tongue tries to heal the wounds on his scarred soul.
To heal the wounds of a heart.
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 2:00 PM UTC
If I think loud enough,
maybe the screaming hysterical silence,
Will ease just enough to decifer at least one
Splinter of useful knowledge or gain
Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 11:21 PM UTC