"disappeard" poems
I.
my lips
sewed together
with perfectly stitched thread
through thin needle holes
the wounds
still wounds
not healed
over the years
the daily torture
of wanting to speak
but not being able
to tell
II.
my hands
shaking
excessively clinging
to the thin rubber band
my voice
trembling
as i try to unwrap
one syllable after another
the aching in the throat
as i try to describe
in as little detail
the things i went through
III.
as soon
as the words
left my mouth
almost as silent
as a short breath
i leave
the room
you sitting there
trying to grasp
what i had just coughed up
and disappeard
directly after
realizing i actually did
IV.
i am nowhere
and everywhere
at once
i am there again
you try to unwrap
the tangled words
the things unsaid
the thoughts not spoken
i slip out of reality
and suddenly
i hear you say
loud and clearly
"It was not your fault. It never was and it never will be."
May 8, 2023
May 8, 2023 at 2:39 PM UTC
Ghosts are comming into town,
Everybody, scream and shout.
Only the happy people scream,
But the broken ones don't care, it seems.
The ghosts are taking over this place,
While singing this happy song they made.
'' Oh oh, sing along.
The humans are finally dead and gone.
The happiness that we killed,
Oh oh, i'm so thrilled.''
And suddenly the ghosts disappeard,
But actually, no one cheered.
The happiness is gone,
and so is my soul.
The happy thoughts are killed,
in this place they don't belong.
Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 4:44 PM UTC
Don't know where to go,
Every way seems to be closed
Don’t know what & who is right
Every word seems to be wrong
Caring is a crime or love is a fault?
All feelings seems to be gone…
Smile, laughters all has disappeard
Left alone, with some unknown fears
Can't help it out, what's going on
Just wondering, why its taking too long? !
Some unsaid words, whispering in my mind
Leaving my face, more to be frown
Let me die or rescue me now
Let unsaid words, said, before
I'll be victim of another dawn….
Dec 23, 2011
Dec 23, 2011 at 5:19 PM UTC
If rivers can speak
what they say?
Please dnt pollute us,
go away!
If animals can speak
what they say?
Please dnt **** us
let us stay!
If forests can speak
what they say?
Dnt hurt us, we'll be
disappeard one day!
If air can speak
what it says?
Stop vitiation, we
will pray!
If land can speak
what it says?
Please dnt destroy us
orlse you'll have to pay!
----de3pak
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 1:45 AM UTC
where is my head?
it has disappeard
it's been picked and prodded
it's been shattered and knotted
come find me
i'm l o s t
endlessly searching
for any thoughts
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 11:02 AM UTC
Wednesday, open window into the sun. Eagle sub-
merged in our wall, ancient as limestone or basalt,
while holding you. Our last goodbye, between land
and the Red Sea, Time disappeard out of nowhere.
Sinai has no ambivalence, now or forever. Time
changes everything, if you're lucky. Blue in the window,
and I touch the sky to make a wish. One drop of water in
your balloon, fast asleep for centuries. Ahh, revenge is so
sweet, darling. But it is getting late, tomorrow comes down
from the galaxy when full of stars. We will be looking up.
Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 10:27 AM UTC
Life is merely and not more than just a test,
every moment passing, a movement of this finger,
a judging sense has taken part and will not rest.
The turning doesn't hesitate, and oblivious linger,
neither do you wait for what the puffy whiteness
has to say, never experiencing with such lightness,
never do you happen to have time spared, sad,
cutting hours, like cutting carrots on a cutting pad.
Overflown with dodgy flower petals, bursting all around
and floating somewhere high above the ground, tall
as the emperor with his gowns and words profound.
separated from the sky and earth, in between, I call
your name and yell and see, I scream, no sound escapes
like gladiators fighting, whilst this emperor eats grapes,
Having to belong somewhere, to prove or show and hone,
it is just a test, regretting that he kicked the missing stone.
It fled and now it disappeard in moving gooey rings,
its fledding with a flash, though harmless, drenched, it clings
on what the surface was but now is drowning, sinking.
What on earth was told, what were you thinking,
believing things as love and hope. I do respect the way
you live and carelessly enjoy the lusts of life I say
are a toy for a kid who doesn't like to play.
His mother is ill, his life infected by the strings that once
connected, family, torn apart, like gowns and words,
his father lost at start, events, that cut the frayed cords.
He had to form, with love and comfort, an alliance,
but merged with loss and despair, care was never his
worry, hurry to the gutter, saved the stone, and bliss
was brought upon that kid, the stone was just a rock,
and all he had and ever would, a test in life to mock
his being.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 6:11 PM UTC
I have been marked by horses
tied to the saddle as they forded
the Colorado River chest deep
in currents carrying me away
I have disappeard in a cloud
of ponies painted black and white
I shudder at their muscular flanks
they nudge me into the corral
I have cheered as a Palamino
pranced down Main Street
my grandfather grandly on board
beauty integrity his hidden strength
I have wept as a horse has died
unceremoniously carted off
will I find him in my glue
will I force the old man to answer Why
Apr 7, 2023
Apr 7, 2023 at 7:14 PM UTC