"discorded" poems
Dreary meadows... empty halls...
I soak myself in candle light...
I wash away my form of wax..
In your tears i find comfort...
Bathing in your mind.. makes me relax...
Ravenously devouring your memories....
I am the creeping dark around the corner...
A future distorted, a past discorded...
your present state in turmoil....
Tumbling further into depravity...
A shadowy fragment of what once was you...
Dripping, gaping maws. Elongated fangs laid bare...
Rend sinew and tissue....
Gnawing violently your rotting tongue....
Venom seeps out of every orifice...
As you transpire myself from you
and dress your misery in flesh and blood...
While your sight evaporates...
I roll my eyes out of sheer boredom
Your frail waxen form.. melting in the heat of my hands...
Dripping in dead puddles of discomfort...
Your sorrow festers like mould on corpses....
And on that faithful day you gave birth to me...
You gave me my name.....
When you look in the mirror you will always see...
You will whisper my name...
Melancholy..
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 8:41 PM UTC
Sing me your street light lullabies.
The discorded harmonies
Of light that speaks unease.
Wipe the concrete ash from your hands
Fill your pockets full of posies
Of cricket song and tree creaking in lament
Intone the notes that pass my lips
And taste them with yours.
There is an intimacy in this distance
A space filled with questions
Tangled over each other
Unanswered.
Sep 6, 2021
Sep 6, 2021 at 9:43 AM UTC
And for that second when your genes mashed up, that boy was blank
A clean canvas, a selfless portrait, a plane with no industry, who he was for eternity.
Revolutions from within me burst like a bipolar hormonal abomination
Of catastrophic cacophony and discorded anguish, sunlit by the good times
And slightly obscured through tired, teary eyes...
All to be swallowed back into the abysmal sinful cesspool of simple
Cyclical cynical shriveled up and seemingly plentiful
EMPTINESS, where I'm inevitably spit.
Dreaming? Floating in sarcasm, feigning a figure
Shivering with the bonechill that is the outside world
Can't quite remember the last time I woke up or why
Everything is a bit too bright for me to focus correctly...
A bit jittery, a bit sluggish, all suspicious, subtly vicious
Listless and without bliss and sunkissed and unmissed
****** off and ****** no goals, don't even have an interest
These troubling times are demonized, where's the exorcist?
Soft ripples in the air bless my ears with wet lips
The pulse setting hammers me into the ground in steaming silence
Some people go their whole lives without ever hearing the call
Hedonism and nihilism are more attractive to us all.
Dust devils spinning in an empty chest cavity
Throwing themselves over mountains in shame
Whisper in harmony to me to be nobody
Go through my life without playing the game...
Pick through these bones, you'll find grey hair and utility bills
Whether you live in South Central or Beverly Hills
You're beginning to see that we're all alone and desperate
Searching for that person we can stare in the eyes and say,
"I'm just like you. You are a part of me. I want to **** you. I want you to be me.
I love you, I need you, and if you dare go, I will bleed myself blue."
I want to shed every wall, I want to quit hiding behind words
Let the arrows rain and shadows lift to confine me in this verse.
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 12:10 AM UTC
the lean stammer of long balking ***
froths diligently on my lady's bones
and it plastics a largeness heading
southern sea to lake and fire perpendicular
unraveling senses. a mire of spitted
tongues or saliva all a laminating
her magic gaggle of crumbling...
***** and notch; twin ecstatic jumbled
notes in discorded unity of tentative
lips... mymy
mym
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my my mymym
y
my yoke, my egg, my scorpion. ***** me quickly venom
i'll a sprung!
Dec 15, 2010
Dec 15, 2010 at 11:46 AM UTC
In my mind I see beauty,
Priceless imaginations and fantasies,
Still so many pass by,
Never to have truly lived;
A Spalsh of water,
Dozens of droplets left
To hang in suspension,
Temporarily weightless;
A hillside ablaze, tragic
As it might be, as the tress
A hundred feet tall fall,
Yet life will renew one day;
Two bodies lie together,
One wrapped by the arms
Of another, in silence,
Motionless, in love;
Standing on the shore,
Waves thrashing about ankles,
The sunset so still,
Sleepy above the horizon;
Summer rains
Drench our clothes,
As thunder and lightning
Storm and rumble our hearts;
Laying in the grass,
Warm and dry and green,
Watching from above,
As clouds pass below;
Lengthy moments, with
Another, and you see
Behind those eyes,
The discorded truth;
The capricious life,
Led when one finds
Adventure - finally,
Air that gives breath;
Trees in a forest,
Shuddering in wind
Prepared to die,
To serve others always;
The dance of a flame,
Lit upon a candle,
As if it was such a stage,
Of respect and acclimation,
The embrace of friends,
Love, new and old,
Kinship undying,
Future unnerving;
An infant child,
Held in arms built of
Love and other fine things,
Spoken to in honest tongue;
An evening in the yard,
A ball tossed about,
Suns set each time,
Times long since past;
The will to live,
Truly a special gift,
That which not all ascertain,
Not granted to all alive;
The symphony made up,
From tiny noises does it emanate,
Strong, resolute, with finesse
Collectively, in cooperation;
From atop the highest peaks,
On mountain tops abroad,
The world sprawled out
In utterly perfect disarray;
Passion for Love and Living,
For oneself and for others,
For the tradition and routine,
For the surprise and serendipitous;
Crystal clear waters,
Amply temperate air,
Sunlight broken intermittently,
By green trees and foliage abound;
The propensity to change,
To mold, shape, to evolve,
In fear out of the light,
Found within everything.
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 2:08 AM UTC
I live for the lack of control amongst the discorded intervals
the hollow notes that make my stomach drop
the pull of the crazy
the fire of the insane
all of the invisible cogs that secretly keep everything together
the things that don't make sense to the normals
are the only things that make any kind of sense to me
my life being ever only made up with fleeting moments
integrating chances
terrifying choices
not one to be scared so easily
yet hiding from the monsters in my head
perhaps the reason why
I make so many cry
while never expecting anyone to care
I can ask you a million times
while everything around me changes
the whirlwind of my jagged jigsaw pieces
blurry compared to your still waters
the leaves of your trees not even rustling
I have never known just what it is that I should do
when it comes to you or the things you try to prove
you can run
this will be fun
it has been so very long since I've found something worthy to chase after.
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 7:45 PM UTC
do you follow rainbows to the end of the road
and pretend they end with a screech of the breaks
or perhaps you miss the train and convince yourself that
you were on the wrong platform or you were there just
waving someone goodbye
do you receive flowers from people you never loved
and your ‘thank you’ is the discorded key of a piano
in the middle of a concert
do you make someone cry and comforting them is a trembling hand
a surgeon never shows the world
do you etcetera your list of to do’s into a painted oblivion
and never ever want to admit
that your blues are not just a shade of angry skies
do you talk too much so you can never hear
the voice of your loneliness
bouncing of the walls of your room
in a ping pong motion
do you read tones of recommended books
to help you catch another day
while tomorrow comes and discards you into yesterday
without a word of apology
do you stumble across true love and wish you broke a leg
rather than a heart
do you think this poem is nothing to do with you
Oct 13, 2013
Oct 13, 2013 at 6:18 PM UTC
for muna
my dear one, I have learnt this;
that even hills crumble
and a path surfaces
where once there was no way;
it is called a miracle
do you know that life
is in two shades of paradoxes
every event carries a parallel lesson,
every shadow is cast by an adjacent light,
that these pains you feel
are a consequence of the advent of healing,
in the evenings when the setting sun casts silhouettes
upon our views,
it is the knowledge from within
that assures us of our intact wonders,
that we are more than we seem
we are lanterns
the light in us only needs the oil of belief to glow..
you are on a journey,
you may seem discorded,
everything may seem like an entropy,
you may seem to have lost your grip,
you may be lost,
everything may seem so dark now,
but remember your light,
the one that lives in you,
remember belief is the axe that breaks the dormancy of it,
darling,
breathe and believe
and let the seed of your light germinate
into the dawn of discoveries,
for nothing is hidden from the eyes of light,
for when you become light,
all that you seek shall come
rushing to you like nocturnals.
Feb 11, 2017
Feb 11, 2017 at 9:38 AM UTC
You've been discorded,
but you are no enemy of mine,
for we are one in this battle;
the violent dance of
harmony.
Oct 29, 2016
Oct 29, 2016 at 1:40 AM UTC