"discomposed" poems
Deluging emotions
Drunken By Words
Depicting the heart's state - In
Discomposed scribbles
Double Dutch those delineation-yet
Desirable to devour more.
Apr 9, 2024
Apr 9, 2024 at 5:32 AM UTC
Have you seen the girl
down by the beach?
The one in pristine colours;
the one too far to reach?
"If only she knew,"
he mused, "if only she sees me."
Perhaps he's just too far to view
he laughs, "...or maybe it's because I'm 'me'."
He gazed upon her silently,
hoping she wouldn't notice.
Alas his heart yearned constantly
for her eyes to turn and meet his.
And as he sat and yearned and pined,
he heard a whisper in the wind.
A passing thought came up to his mind-
her heart was taken, his fair Fraulein.
Discomposed, his thoughts danced a gavotte
amid mournful, clumsy rhetoric.
His mind got tangled and besot
to read her thoughts in manic heartsick:
In his mind he saw upon her brow lay stolid furrows;
with thoughts unsaid she sings, content, her lullabies.
Streaked with wounding sorrows, hushed, her voice in alto-
she sings despite the callous alibis.
"If only she knew,
but maybe that's just unlikely."
Or perhaps he's just too far to view,
he laughs, in painful soliloquy.
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 7:57 AM UTC
Tonight, she courageously followed the brightest star in the sky...
without a compass or a well-planned itinerary , she lay everything on the line.
The moon as her shade of light, and the bio-luminescent creatures as her pathway's lamp, she walked in a discomposed mind but with a persevered heart... it could be a journey of regret or a walk and a taste of freedom for all her resentments. She doesn't mind, this is the thing she yearned for. To follow that star she talks at night, the keeper of her dark secrets, a safe for her naughty contents and a place of festival in her every victories..
She's almost there, she knows it. an eloquent mind, an incessant spirit.(...)
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 10:47 PM UTC