"denseness" poems
You bought the dawn paying such a high price,
Spending the darkness like fake money,
Saving up your hopes like a hoarder;
Looking for someone else to bring your joy
Wading through the denseness to you.
Throw open the windows, the doors;
The light was out there, waiting, all along
For your open eyes.
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 5:42 PM UTC
I knew a man once who could read the trees
He'd stand in a field with nothing on
And look at them for hours
(He couldn't talk to flowers)
But he would pour over every branch
Trace every knot and feel their bark
He translated a sycamore for me once
But oaks and beeches were his favourite
He said he just preferred their type.
The elbow bends told him of seasons
The trunk's tilt told the prevailing winds
Their denseness in relation to their neighbours
Told him all manner of gossipy things.
The colours and the hues told of the soil
The moulds and lichens the local fashions
He'd tell you if they'd ever been frightened
By hippies, chainsaws, axes or lightening.
And as I looked on, I realised something
As I read his naked body with no clothes
This man was obviously a stark raving lunatic.
Jan 23, 2012
Jan 23, 2012 at 8:31 AM UTC
Soundless awakening walk ghost like blend disappear wooden poles that reach for the clouds
They display a crown of glory on the forest floor it is told in muffled shade and shadow you
Follow those that make their pilgrimage to temples of sacred stone here in these wooded
Wonders enter as a blunder but quickly you are arrested by silence and you are now dutifully
Reverent you who was formed by divine majesty melt under the power and sway humbly and
Quietly you bow to that which is amassed thick and denseness flairs in its midst is the nobility
Of timelessness you are nothing more than smoke that rises and is coaxed by a mysteries inaudible
Voice it shares the birth of years and the ageless past you feel the great quiet soul that exist here
Like no other place on earth this is not only the great purifier of air by photosynthesis but
Here the otherwise vast spirit is condensed cradled after its new birth Washington, Jefferson and
Lincoln spent solitary hours and days being transformed the scent of these trees were
Concentrated with the base element of colossal power it formed over eons of time to walk
These forest paths is to release ability first firing the great void of the mind then the heart is
Indwelled then the soul ignites into a blaze that rivals a forest fire you came as mere shadow
Stooped in ignorance you leave as an essential light for your time doubts and questions abound
Throughout the land fear not he who has lived among giants comes and all will be made clear
You will turn from the waste and superficial his light will touch you and you will be the army
Of truth and justice that is at the heart of this great land
Mar 13, 2012
Mar 13, 2012 at 1:23 PM UTC
Soundless awakening walk ghost like blend disappear wooden poles that reach for the clouds
They display a crown of glory on the forest floor it is told in muffled shade and shadow you
Follow those that make their pilgrimage to temples of sacred stone here in these wooded
Wonders enter as a blunder but quickly you are arrested by silence and you are now dutifully
Reverent you who was formed by divine majesty melt under the power and sway humbly and
Quietly you bow to that which is amassed thick and denseness flairs in its midst is the nobility
Of timelessness you are nothing more than smoke that rises and is coaxed by a mysteries inaudible
Voice it shares the birth of years and the ageless past you feel the great quiet soul that exist here
Like no other place on earth this is not only the great purifier of air by photosynthesis but
Here the otherwise vast spirit is condensed cradled after its new birth Washington, Jefferson and
Lincoln spent solitary hours and days being transformed the scent of these trees were
Concentrated with the base element of colossal power it formed over eons of time to walk
These forest paths is to release ability first firing the great void of the mind then the heart is
Indwelled then the soul ignites into a blaze that rivals a forest fire you came as mere shadow
Stooped in ignorance you leave as an essential light for your time doubts and questions abound
Throughout the land fear not he who has lived among giants comes and all will be made clear
You will turn from the waste and superficial his light will touch you and you will be the army
Of truth and justice that is at the heart of this great land
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 4:17 PM UTC
The concealed masked faces that no one sees through
Brutally attacked by unintentional words
The denseness of humans as they just laugh it all
Don’t sense any issue but it’s not like they try
Every word of pure ignored conversations
Keep the feelings caged in
No one sees
No one bothers
No one cares
I feel as if the barriers accumulate over time
And the people around don’t attempt to pull me back through
I think that loneliness just applies as an excuse to reassure myself I’m not depressed
I’ve seen the way happiness fades as soon as I make a wrong play
Allowing the droplets of sky’s tears to hide my own
Along with the shamed bitter coward that rests just beneath the mask
Just let me rot on the inside till on the surface it shows
And let the ants that were around me feel the guilt
Because by now they’ve seen the arrows that have been embedded in my heart
And the ice that have enclosed the pierced scars
No one hears
No one tries
They just turn their heads and sigh
They brush it off
While I take a pill
In order to leave a dreaded life that I don’t need
And a world in which I don’t believe
Let me spread across the horizon
Allow these blinded eyes to truly see
and let my flailing colors plague your sky
Those pointless conversations that you tried to force upon me wasn’t for my benefit
I know
Because it’s out of pity
And out of self-debt that you’ve put on yourself
I can see through it all
And I can see how you try so unbearably hard to believe in the counterfeit personality that you mentally devised
It won’t work on me
And it’s not for me
It’s never for me
Because what’s inside now… is nothing
I’m only a shell
Only a ghost
Because after all
Ghosts are only the shadows of outdated humans
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 4:28 PM UTC
I can turn invisible.
I do it all the time.
You may not even notice that I’ve changed- just that one minute I'm here and then suddenly I'm gone.
It has a price.
I can turn invisible and the world gets vastly larger.
I shrink inside myself until all that’s left are atoms smaller than you can see.
Impalpable.
Insensible.
Compacted super-dense matter.
Dark and malnourished, I cannibalize .
I eat the pieces of me that are brightest and leaden with memory each time becoming smaller but denser;
heavier with the weight of myself but faded.
Stunted.
Fragile.
Small.
I can turn invisible and you wouldn't even notice
because I've been here all this time just lingering and shrinking.
The world keeps getting larger and I keep getting smaller.
It’s a feeling like butterflies.
It’s a feeling like mourning.
It’s a feeling like no other I can describe to you coming from one such as I.
Invisible.
The world gets larger.
I still get smaller.
My tears are hot and tiny. Puny things full of anger and loathing and loneliness.
I consume them.
They make me smaller.
Super-dense matter burning within these half digested bits. It's a feeling like no other.
I've reached the apex.
I've reached the abyss.
I can turn invisible.
I've been doing it all this time
and the world has gotten too big for me and I am too heavy with the world for it.
Compacted.
Super-dense.
It feels like butterflies and mourning and the pieces of me that burn.
It's hot inside my shrunken belly,
too small for you to see,
all the while I grow too fat on my tears and too full on this emptiness.
I may explode with this smallness;
this denseness;
and all that you couldn’t see will come spewing from me and the world will stop getting bigger
and I will birth a new me.
I'm a Super Nova.
I was invisible
but the weight was too great.
Compacted super-dense matter.
You couldn’t even see me.
But now you can.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 7:16 PM UTC
I am.
I am fish and brick and sun and moon and sky and earth and river and forest and thunder and storm and silence.
I am light and dark and blood and sand and sinew and mud and bone and fear and loathing.
I am ambition and broken trust and betrayal and broken promises.
I am triumph and failure and love and loss.
I am the summer breeze and the arctic blizzard, I am the waves crashing upon the shore and the sunlight warming the lizards on the rocks.
I am the stars that shine in the night sky and the nebulae being born past the purview of your eyes.
I am the vast nothingness of space and the infinitesmal denseness of singularity.
I am the space between heartbeats and the silence between words.
I am the oneness of all things, the internal nirvana, the consciousness of the universe and its fleshy manifestation.
I am good.
I am evil.
I am god.
I am me.
I am you.
I am we.
I am.
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 2:55 PM UTC
A thousand untamed words will unleash the other thousand too ,
from the memoirs ,
caged in a rust full of room ::
I will throw a pebble of darkness
into the chasm of stagnation .
Then the ripples of cold will feel,
lacerating my skin from under,
as if someone
scratching the pith of my soul frenziedly .
The denseness of blood
murkier than darkness
oozing of out my arteries
while the fallen angel
~LUCIFER~
sitting on his throne ,
ardently longing me ,
TO
TAKE
ME
BY
HIS
SIDE .
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 4:21 PM UTC
a stitch,
tingle, tingling
twinge -
oh my, my choler,
my choler
don’t let me be the last to know,
I beg;
livid in its nature,
discolored by the bruising -
in the beasts of things;
wrath.
such a heavy tone for this indignation
or
your denseness; dolt
neverthelesser,
I’ll vent my spleen
‘til you’ve vanished back
into that bathroom I found you in
Dec 12, 2011
Dec 12, 2011 at 1:29 PM UTC
Dastardly he dashed
To a damsel in distress
Unable to digest
The rippling
Recoiling
Through his chest
The resounding effects
Affecting his election
To shadow step
In the collection
Of her breaths
Tippy toeing
To the test
In his wonder
Toward her depth
As she deflects
His concepts
And attempts
To project
Some common sense
Into his denseness
Commencing
To undress him
Confessing
To her neglect
As limply she lets
Her guard down
Down that road
That road she knows so well
The O'wells she felt
So well to know
To know
He rides alone
And still
She fell for him
Fell before him
The only one
Who felt him
Befell him
And she put him
Before herself
As she swerved
Her life to his side
And subsided
Right beside him
Queen of the kingdom
Captured by his demons
She seen him seldom
But knew them well
Those hearts
She melts them
And loves them still
But he's alone and staring
From a window sill
Old and graying
Dreaming of fields
Aug 24, 2013
Aug 24, 2013 at 1:29 AM UTC
Alone he woke. The cold bed meant nothing. Real fingers, real light cutting through the real denseness. Today will be marked with an X.
Wide eyed, blood turned to kerosene.
Mar 27, 2011
Mar 27, 2011 at 1:10 PM UTC
its the sudden denseness in the air ; erratic change of breathing ; the struck of dizziness ; vigilance pumping through your veins ; wholesome fear toppling onto you as it hushes you to be utterly still, do not make a sound. Avoid his heavy gaze meeting yours, avoid it. Do not stare back at heartbreak.
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 3:36 PM UTC
soft air around lips precedent what
happens next
tucking in
collar to neck to jaw to chin to cheek
denseness is there, senses are not
encompassing pout, tearing it right off
no need for these anymore
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 12:57 PM UTC
Refusing to accept
stupid initiation, failing
to stand by stupid techies
till perpetuity and this
stupid tap-to-talk still webs
hardware and software of
lame and naive stupid
buttons and clicks
that were resonating
but blinded by denseness of
the insight and out of sight,
of foolish solace.
But
somehow stupid techie,
slithered, release sweetly,
uttered senselessly,
creating sensuous
Iconography.
© Feelings Coated
Nov 5, 2019
Nov 5, 2019 at 8:36 AM UTC
With each advent of sun-showered lemon
wonderment happens,
a springing of close-coloured denseness
floods valley and field.
Local daffodil time opens frilly with captured
scents of happiness,
jam-packed with massed heads all nodding
welcome gilt greetings.
A yearly looked-for experience is this, so
breathing in sunshine
under blue sky I bend down to eye level,
and lie alongside an ocean
of yellowness wealth to feel floral motion
of therapy's finest.
To be momentarily floating atop flittering
waves of essence
is like swimming in Spring-coloured bliss.
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 2:18 PM UTC
Love is blind,
Or so the saying goes.
But doesn't it really go:
Infatuation is blind?
Infatuation is blind to the human heart,
It devours the body,
Curve after curve,
Letting the personality melt away.
But true love is not blind.
Love sees the tears,
Talks through the frustration,
Love accepts.
Accepts the self doubt,
Accepts any denseness, jealousy, or agony.
Love isn't blind,
And ignoring the problem,
But talking through the fights and accepting the weaknesses.
It's not fixing each other,
Or only loving them for who they could be,
But for who they are now in all their broken-ness.
Above all else:
Love Is All-Seeing.
Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 4:55 PM UTC
The first one
A bully
Keeping me on a leash
Under threat of abandonment
The second one left
Moved to another state
Robbing me even
Of the opportunity to be chosen
To cut his goodbye cake
The third one was too girly
Weak willed, too easily embarrassed and self conscious
One who’d rather
Be the star of a pretend fashion show
Than attempt dangerous and
Exciting escapades
In the playground
The fourth were a pair
But new schools
Different interest
New friends
New workloads
Made it difficult to keep up
And the relationship drifted away
The fifth were once again a pair
But, too caught up in each other
Until a falling out with one
And a lack of opportunities to see the other
And eventual conflict between the two
Shattered that relationship to a fragment of its former self
The sixth was too self obsessed
With too many problems of her own
Sleep deprivation
Prone to sicknesses
Struggling with classes
And a general lack of social awareness
And extreme denseness
And seriousness
Ended that too
And now, I’m on the seventh
We shall see how it goes
Thus far we are two completely different specimens of people
One would opt for Scooby Doo and Agatha Christy
The other for cheesy romance Asian dramas and light novels
One would rather be building the sets
The other, on the stage
One cares nothing at all for other’s thoughts
The other cares too much
One wants to be a police woman
The other simply cannot choose
It shouldn’t be possible
Yet it is
And perhaps, it is our extreme differences that bring us together
That keeps us from clashing
Or,
Maybe something in our respective personalities find solace in the other
Whatever the case
I hope we last
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 9:24 PM UTC
of desire
is painful and pervading my body
physically, like literally, i can feel
the heat in my legs, the
stinging lightness in my joints
and of course the throbbing in my head,
funny that the stunted, clogged,
wheel and cog of my hog
is frozen solid
and you're turning every corner
to make sure it stays that way for you
but it cannot. everyday
i imagine what it would be like
for desire to meet desire,
and it disgusts me
as you've defined my normal
and scared me shitless into thinking otherwise
through classical conditioning
and punishment of action.
Don't try to kiss me,
for fear of me lashing you
with my tongue, but no not literally, don't
even try it.
Tell me about everything you desire
and I will shove it back in your sick head
and beat the **** out of it,
so the sly fox of desire is a ****** ferret,
****** too many times by a bear, and then killed and eaten.
It's a way of life, you tell me the circle and nature of things as they
are. And you say you're just a bee buzzing, and I think the opposite
you're a bee struggling on its back on the ground,
doused in water, and unable to fly.
And I'm there trying to buzz you back to life,
but I've lost my stinger, and here's the kicker,
yours is ready to sting me, mine, back into drive
but you just want to stay on your back,
even when the water drys.
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 11:33 PM UTC
No one came back
No one came back
To help tend the Living Garden
That all you started in Day One
Soft, green, dancing grass
Tall, wide, shady trees
Cool, fresh, living air
Flowing, rich, clear water
*All
This
Left
Behind…*
But I thought we all were
Strung together no matter if
‘twas a tug or a yank
Lest it was a snip
‘Twas…
The past flashed before me:
Orange, Yellow, Green, White
THEN
Gray, Brown, Crimson, Black.
for What?
A garden hidden behind a hedge
with vines drooping down from trees
coupled with shoots, erected
like iron bars in a prison
Now only the X-ray can see
Through the denseness
Although
Does not the number of revolutions the hour hand's had have a
Say?
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 11:06 AM UTC
a denseness fills her
slowly gripping her insides
leaving her short of breath
she becomes weary
as the river of dread
engulfs every inch
of her being
her shoulders start to slump
and her head is filled
with imaginings
she cannot shake
when tears fill her eyes
it's like fuel feeding the flame
and
she knows her only option
is to ride it out
tomorrow will find her drained and empty
but grabbing in anticipation
and need
for a peaceful day.
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 4:55 PM UTC
People who say
"Oh my God"
Frequently
Are obnoxious
Perhaps they don't
Even believe in God
I find the taxpayer's
Concern with money
Comical
His money just
Digits on a screen
The bank only has
Some small amount
Of the actual funds
Available
I don't buy into
A "40 hour a week"
Work week
I don't need
My own place
I was at the park
Reading the
Myth of Sisyphus
The Christmas music playing
At that one house
The glow of the lights
That denseness
And strangeness
Of the world
Is the absurd
I listened to an audio clip
Of this woman
Form the Christian chat
I sometimes chat on
She was laughing
And so happy
Good to hear
Beautiful things like that
Exist far away from me
The world isn't meeting
My expectations
But that is okay
I'm content to listen
To her on my iPhone
I'm ready
For the terrible times
When the illusion
Of our safe, secure
And wealth nation
Is shattered
Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 11:01 PM UTC