"dissapear" poems
When I'm with you, I feel safe and carefree. Nothing in the world matters apart from you and I. I could lay in your arms all day, whilst you admire me from above. Your laughter is music to my ears. To hear your happiness, makes all my sadness dissapear . Your smile luminates my day.
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 12:52 PM UTC
The darker side of my mind is where
Abstractions of fragmented poetry breeds;
A baby lies dead in a Hong Kong gutter,
And my lines fall into place.
Broken hearts sing lullabies to me,
Two savage beatings spare me a verse,
New Orleans lends me four at low interest,
And throws in a haiku for free.
The old veteran quotes me three lines
And gets buried with the last.
The rhyme festers with his body;
Both soldier
and verse
are
free
again.
I can't explain the beauty I see
In the dying faces of the abandoned ones,
Nor tell you why, if the bomb were dropped tomorrow
I should weep in both anguish and delight.
I can only tell you, should it all end,
Should all modern horrors dissapear,
The future will weep for the joys of the present
And smiles will dissapear forever
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 3:53 PM UTC
Shadows must and will obey
my thoughts to sink and prayers stray,
for soon they’ll stay.
They rest upon my heavy head
they lie with me upon my bed,
for soul’s decay.
Shadows must and will confuse
this love i know i’ll never loose,
and never say,
that all is bright behind these eyes
that mind is free and all these lies
are far away.
Confuse and use they must, they must
through power, greed, and lies and lust
until i’m lost.
Before they go and try their best
i’m gonna steal a little rest
from love’s old nest.
They’ll come again, this much i know,
so i put on a great big show
that I have learned long time ago.
But now my soul, she has her voice
and given any other choice
i trust the one
that shows rejoice.
She speaks and shadows dissapear
she shows the way which comes so clear.
I know the voice i hold so dear
it speaks of love, the moment “now”
it whispers to me when and how
i can be free, and to allow
my spirit to retain the vow
it took before this life’s refinement
that some life I’ll reach enlightement
be out of body’s false confinement
And into Tao.
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 4:53 PM UTC
The darkness envelopes the night,
the stars in the sky dissapear.
Leaving a stranded knight,
with nothing to fear.
He's all alone in this world,
with nothing but a sword.
His hopes are curled,
for he thinks there is no lord.
But right as he is about to give up,
a lightness embraces him.
It fills his almighty cup,
it takes away all his sin.
He feels like a god reborn.
He throws his sword to the ground.
His world has been torn,
never to be found.
He is the only ruler now,
Only he can judge you now.
The knight in the sky,
the one who learned how to fly.
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 12:17 AM UTC
Looking in the mirror is like a death wish
A glimor of hope before the horrid thoughts cime floading in
Screaming at the top of their lungs.
And the tears rush to the surface as I pinch my skin
Grabbing it tight
Pulling at it with all my might
Wishing
Wanting for it all to dissapear just like myself
As i slowly turn and turn that small glimor of hope gone
Flushed away by the rotton words that captivate my body
Screamimg for me to
"STOP EATING"
I walk away woth a heavy heart sinking down to the lowest part of me
Hiding away frim anyone
Ignoring every word spoken to me.
My mind
My body
My whole being has been captured by those fithly words and throughts which are tormenting me and eating me alive
Without a word
Or
A thought i move on frim the plate of fruit and the bowl of chocolates
Swinging with a heart heavy,
Yet filled with nothing
I act like it has no effect on me
Like it doesnt hurt at all
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 3:01 AM UTC
Whisper some ***** **** in her ear, watching wet spot in her ******* appear, sticking my hand down there,
where my fingers dissapear underneath your underwear,
deep beneath
my fingers disappear
May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 11:35 PM UTC
i'm sick to death of this stinking routine
perpetual day time TV,
petty bickering
afternoon pub binges
hopeless job hunting morons everywhere,
i return to my hometown
to the place i was made, molded
created
and it suffocates me like never before
i think of the many reasons i left
they circle my thoughts for a long while
and then i'm left with one
one that overrides the lot
it takes a while to spit it out
because it's corny, it's stupid, it's not how we work
but
it's love
and the lack of it
the love here is in the mundane
the easy,
the norm.
it's not in the heart
the love around here lies in
television sets
and pirate DVDs
reduced chicken and new coffee machines
gambles on abused horses
saturday afternoons in the local
cheap holidays to Benidorm
a day trip to lidl
a weekday evening watching the soaps
a phonecall to a family member you don't care about
hours playing candy crush
the love has lost on us humans
the love here, it was lost on me too
it missed me out
they missed me out
it has instead transferred in this
reality tv, selfie indulgent zeitgeist
it has left our silly bodies
and i'm still clinging on
trying to dissapear from that
new century bubble
trying to pick up pieces
of that porcelain mosaic
that old style bric a brac
so long ago forgotten
pressure is everywhere
notifications beep
this tiny block of perspex
waiting to be touched
waiting to be in communication
with someone at the other side of the city
the other side of the world
oh what a sad existence
when all we love is through the inanimate
and not ourselves
but hey thats the way of the world
and we have to accept it
or hate it
because we can't do both
we have to accept our fast paced tumultuous society
always moving through space and time
at times, difficult
painful
hard
sore
but consumerism, capitalism and cronyism
it all exists in this big society
this 'we're all in it together' society
and it cant be ignored.
Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 5:02 PM UTC
Don't be
A mole.
I hate moles.
They burrow
And
Scavenge
And
Live in the
Dark.
Thats just
What you did
To my heart.
You burrowed
Deep,
Down to the center.
You set up camp.
And I didn't know
You were a mole.
I thought maybe you were
A
Straw,
To ****
Bad things
Out.
So I kept you warm
And waited calmly for the
Bad stuff to
Dissapear.
But I realized
That
You were a
Magnifying glass,
To emphasise
My flaws
And you were
A
Seam-ripper
To
Pull the patches
From where
I had already healed,
To make the scabs
Bleed
Again.
And I thought you were
A
Jigsaw
And you were broken
So I could fix you
And put you
Together.
Like a
Vase,
Easily
B
r
o
k
e
n.
And
Then
You left me.
Like a
Tooth
Full of
Cav it ies.
That
Space
Next
To
My heart
No longer full.
And you
Didn't depend on me,
No longer a tapeworm.
I miss you.
Like
You
Were
Mine.
But you were
Never
Mine.
Oct 3, 2012
Oct 3, 2012 at 9:06 PM UTC
I'm aching
The air should not escape the bones that are without you should I feel comfortable with the idea of me being just as empty as this dusty old train
I'm at complete odds
I'm scrambling, my hands shaking for the coldness to dissapear, to be safe.
Unfairness yelled at me from the lights above that made one squint
Hoping each blink id see you next to me.
With the strange sounding man announcing ones home
Your name isn't one
Why oh why
I must scream it my self
As my soul shares yours
my heart pumps your blood
Thriving on only the everything of you. I'm needing you really bad.
but my next stop isn't home
It's place a place of homeless surrounded by souls taken by thing a that do not succeed into the same idea of love.
They can keep trying
But all I need is you
Just you, your humble and sweet kisses and our love tangled together falling asleep with the warmth of home.
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 7:22 AM UTC
I just wanna talk
until the world dissapear
until the air gets thin
until the figures and shapes that form men and women head off to another dimension
until the stars flee off to another galaxy
until the states split into islands
until the words dissolve by using them so much and by a kiss
until gravity pull us together and not our desires
until we both know is time to stop talking
just talk and talk and talk and talk
I lost the feeling of only talking without any attachments
of opening my soul without saying something embarrasing
without being weak
I just wanna talk
until my eyes close peacefully
by fatigue and by the struggle over the years, while you hold my hand.
keeping you close forever, with your warmness and peace of mind
even when I know you're crumbling inside
a helpless selfishness
Jan 22, 2011
Jan 22, 2011 at 4:14 PM UTC
I keep having dreams that I'm in prison, whats the worst thing you've ever done?
I had a bowling ball in my stomach and everybody looked like pins! I wanted more limbs. I n3eded a labotomy! I needed a power outage. In all my reacurring nightmares I look like a natural disaster.
Which would you rather do: implode, erode, dissolve, evolve, disintegrate, collapse, or dissapear?
There is always so much false hope here
It feels like im going to rip like wet paper. Believing in something is like drawing angel wings on the back of a white tshirt.
Is he real? I want to know
I think I'll ask my magic 8ball...
May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 6:44 PM UTC
Little drops of his favorite coffee stained his body, residing as freckles.
They show their quiet walks, with massive dogs and shattered mugs.
They show the bright stars that dissapear when the fog creeps up.
They show the times smoke perched against his smooth, spotted fingers.
She aligns his spots like costilations in the twilight sky
As the sun stays longer, and those mornings are chirp, those freckles apear like April rain showers
They show their stolen kisses when she pouts her warm lips like a new born baby
They show each time she's fallen in love with him, lost within his eyes
Quiet morning couch, he grins at her and sips at his coffee
She starts to count
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 9:50 AM UTC
What art thou doing today friend?
Art thou living in pleasure's;
Or materials.
What art thou doing today friend?
Art thou wearing a mask;
Putting on a good smile, screaming inside.
What doth thou doeth in thine spare time?
Doth thou hurt other's;
Taketh to never giveth, getting rich off poor and blind?
What doth thou feeleth dear friend?
Doth thou not realize, wordly pleasure's only last a second;
Until thine end.
What doth thou heareth O man?
The music to loud on thine speaker's;
Blocking out God whilst thou canst?
What art thou drinking oh brother?
Alcohol to dilute thee;
A well from God floweth much better.
Wherein is thine wife O mate?
O thou art not at thine abode;
Cheating again, with a hot date.
Wherein doth thou investeth thine time?
Material's that dissapear, putting loot into stock's and shares;
Loosing thine wordly mind?
Wherein art thy children?
Left all by their self, thy wife not getting help;
Whilst thou hath put them on the dusty shelf.
Doth thou even knoweth where thou art going?
When thine heart's pulse stoppeth;
There's a heaven and hell, beast's in cell's, where thy skin fryeth.
Doth thou taketh thing's for granted?
Living today as if there's another;
Forgot thy sister and brother's, as art purpose here is love.
Didst thou knoweth?
Thine sin's canst be forgiven, with the last day's to thee given;
Wilt thou except the creator's grace? Or turneth away?
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 5:01 PM UTC
If I'm gone tomorrow,
Will you still be there?
Will you be the last person to stay?
If I leave tomorrow,
Will you make sure that I'm safe?
Will you make sure that I'm okay?
If I dissapear tomorrow,
Will you still love me?
Will you love me when I'm gone?
If I die tomorrow,
Will you promise you'll move on?
Will you promise you'll let me go even if we both don't want to?
Because I love you
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 6:25 AM UTC
Genuinely a human being
is suppose to listen to bees
Bees are little bumblebees
Dalai Lama is the
Cutest of them
All
Beings
Endure good~ness
Bye
With a mission
Working sweetly
Wonderfully unselfish
Unending
For a greater cause
Forgetting about the fame and the flattery laurels
Achievements and Archibalds
Focusing on liveliness of a recent call n
Frivolous flattering sounds
Are gentle blessings
You'd recon that I adore your
Intense passion for
Poetry
By the looks
By shut eyes eager to be soon open for a glimpse of
Outerness
The listeners are performing
With slightest ****** mimics
With crossed legs open
Changing a position
Scrathes on head
Winking
Nodding
Inwardly borne self dialogues
Your soliloquy
Is the sea of
Love, life
Loving
Me
By the memory
Reciting
Bits of your heart beats
When the tin noise
Of your crying
Tears tears
Apart
Interrupted
Rumbles
When you dream of the mortal coils descendant
As a halflings brought together through
Dissolving into the golden
Cocoons
You've seen two
Butterflies
I've seen one amongst many
Each a divine gift
Within wholeness
You
There's
No peace
When you dissapear
And I yearn to visit a cultural event
In total darkness (if i shut my poetic eyelids and cover them with both palms) then maybe only the blood's tiniest brooks within my fingers may start the signal for the motion pictures inside the ideal world
The World's Spinning
In a Absolutely Poetic
Manner
Kirchenblau
Let me embrace peacfulness
Within the secret garden
Let me taste of your
Nectary thoughts
Let me lead you through
Thundery waters
Silk veils and lyricism
Let me lead you through
Fire and ice n'all that is
Nice
Let me . . . oh . . . Let me
Suffice
Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 2:44 PM UTC
i write you
tens of letters
which
i then break in
hundreds of pieces
i fill
thousands of pages with
your name and then
i press assertively the red button in the corner and
you dissapear
off
of the screen
of my mind
of my heart not really
and i don't know what to do
to get you out of here
i squeeze this soul out of any sentiment that could exist within
so then
i could squeeze you out as well
but **** you
you are still stubborn and you don't want to
and i try
and you won't
and in vain
i am tired
i don't want this anymore
i go to sleep at night
with hope
tomorrow i will be clean
of you
and
i wake up in the morning
and
one more bud
one more root
one more blade
is pushing through
well
is it fair?
now
tell me
what do i do?
but you are silent
more than ever
but you elongate you arms
more and more
and further and further
and you squeeze
more and more
and harder and harder
and it is
more and more
loathsome
more and more
terrible
more and more
longing
it's ****
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 10:36 AM UTC
I used to be a zygote
A small little thing
Which known as cell
I used to be a zygote
Living in the host body
Which I never knew before
I used to be a zygote
Having a lot of friends
And yet to dissapear
In a blink of an eye
I used to be a zygote
And when I was an adolescence
I called myself
Embryo
I used to be a zygote
As I grew older
I changed my identity
With the one called
Fetus
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 7:42 PM UTC
You are so strong. You are so brave.
Yet you put on masks instead of your face.
You lie beneath them. You dissapear.
Thinking that you’re in the clear.
Seafoam lion, I see your soul.
You try to hide it-- it’s what you were told.
Your walk is not yet comfortable--
Your strides a little frail.
That roar is still hiding
Beneath your fear to fail.
My little cub, let me protect you.
I’m not much, but I’ll give you my all.
My king of the jungle, I feel your struggle,
And I will catch you if you fall.
Jan 17, 2013
Jan 17, 2013 at 12:41 AM UTC
I don't know.
I'm sad
and I'm mad
about being so sad.
Because I know life isn't so bad,
and I'm trying to add
more of the happiness I've previously had
and I'm so dang glad
I mean, I can see the blessings I have.
But no matter how bad
I want to not be sad
or how hard I try...
I still sit here with tears in my eyes
and I'll tell you "I'm fine."
And you know it's a lie;
I'm holding on for dear life.
I am tired
and the fire
in my eyes?
Along with my cloudy heart,
and the cloudy skies;
those flames
are dimming
going out with the city lights
in the middle of the night
Like if I just hide
and take some time
to get things right
The despair will somehow
dissapear from my mind.
Maybe if I try
being kind
to myself
...and my heart and my mind
I will be fine
sometime.
Mar 26, 2015
Mar 26, 2015 at 9:31 PM UTC
Peering off the albino wrap-a-round step's
When tis only us and noone is left,
I'll let her develop me until I mold into her tresse
As she swayeth her dress, mine arm's wilt go weak.
I won't be able to speak, as she bundle's me to her package
Mine toes shalt curl, as mine body she'll ravage.
In arcahic mode, she's fixed in mine passion
As we shalt dissapear in upward direction, vast confirmation.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Elsa angelica dedication..
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 3:16 PM UTC
I said no,
He insisted.
I pushed him away,
But he didn't care.
I pushed, pushed and pushed...
But he was stronger than me.
"Come here let me kiss you"-He whispered
"No I don't want to"- I replied with my body showing signs of uncomfortableness.
But he still replied: "Just one kiss.", I stayed mute my body trying to fight.
I closed my eyes in despair,
I knew I wouldn't get away.
He kissed me, and I just wanted to dissapear.
I said no.
He insisted,
Pulled me closer,closer and closer.
Touched me, groped me, all over my body without consent.
I was 12 but I still feel his presence.
Dec 6, 2024
Dec 6, 2024 at 6:06 AM UTC
A crow kissing skeleton skull
And pecking dirt in the process.
Lace my ashes with flower seeds
So that I may live a little longer.
I'd love to feel the rain
Drip down my veins once again,
And make-believe the strid formed
Will never dissapear. But
The dead don't get to decide that much
Ahead.
Crow bleeding sunny black eyes, sing a song
As we
Cross into morning. Crow, that maps my skin
In sanskrit, please go a little softer. It's not
That I never expected to die, it's just that I
Never pictured it so sudden; and it's still
So long to go until I'm found...
Crow, would you be so kind as
To keep me company until then?
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 9:15 PM UTC
Dear Mr first name only somethings ya do dont really
make sense.
But even a drunk like me has to say it's enough.
Cause my drunk *** cant even stand let alone strattle a fence.
Points was the first straw my invisable friend.
To make ten comments for a point.
Well i got far better things to do with my weekend.
And one night as from the bar i did crawl.
Thought i was just drunk off my ***
But dam if ya didnt take down the wall.
But it's okay cause if ya wanna be on the list
you can always buy a place.
Ya know your dealing with poets right?
Hey some kid just took his parents credit card
and stole my place.
Mr Elliot should i stay silent in fear.
It's hard to shut a good drunk up.
Was it you that put that horse head in my bed
and drank all my beer?
And while certin people gave us the name
they gave my foggy mind a idea to.
If ya keep us going at each other then
that keeps us fom going after you.
Mr Elliot please dont read this and
make me dissapear.
For I'll take refuge in my pub.
hide behind the women and gaurd the rear.
Yes im the ressident ******** and clown.
The bartender to the masses.
Who preaches drink up and get down.
If it aint broke Mr Elliot lets **** with it till it is.
Let me hand ya a beer.
Shake it up good and watch it fizz.
Hello I hope this isnt goodbye.
Cause it just aint much fun without Gonzo.
Im a drunk a *** a nut a pervert and a pretty nice guy.
Dear Mr Elliot sending me away wasnt very nice.
When i think vacation I think sun and sand.
Not the north pole hey were the ***** santa?
Well least for my drinks i got pleanty of ice.
Mar 16, 2010
Mar 16, 2010 at 9:31 AM UTC
it's not horrid
it's not terrible
it's everything
it's you and her
it's the tears that pour
it's the people laughing
it's everyone clapping
for the joyous occasion
the white dress
the suit
and the girl in tears watching her life dissapear.
Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 4:03 AM UTC