"dissapeared" poems
i want to perform. in front of hundreds.
yes. but its not like **** as people watch on www.pleasewatch.com
something more ritualistic
MORE primal like a divine act.
feminine and masculine integrating with an honest envelope.
sign sealed delivered by the ultimate act of universe.
it is soulful with lust but pure as a dust.
lust for the very first time.
you are tasting it for the first time and you realize that you have a magnificent power that never stops to rhyme.
that you can keep on and on.
then all of sudden it will be like nobody is there.
the audience dissapeared.
and there you go. we are adam and eve. there for the first time.
there goes the prakriti and purusha
like rebellion to the addicted and hedonist world of amnesia.
Dec 23, 2020
Dec 23, 2020 at 7:33 AM UTC
I loved you and you loved me.
But our love turned toxic and dissapeared.
It did hurt at first but I am over it now.
And I don't grieve the lost of our love no more.
Cause beauty can grow from pain.
And after destruction there is place and time to create.
What is broken can be fixed again.
But only when it is worth the time and effort.
When not, we still have the memories to build on.
And beauty can grow from pain.
After the fall we can rise again.
Stronger and wiser than we were before.
And that is why I don't grieve what we once had.
It is dead now and made place for new life.
More beautiful and than what was before.
This is why I don't grieve us falling out of love no more.
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 5:33 PM UTC
i saw a little weasel a lovely chap was he
playing in my garden by the willow tree
he was very cute as happy as can be
running round the garden so very wild and free
i watched in him for a while having lots of fun
running round my garden underneath the sun
then he dissapeared into his hole so deep
then he closed his eyes then fell fast asleep
Sep 6, 2010
Sep 6, 2010 at 3:59 PM UTC
the truth about happiness
is that is never lasts
not really
happiness is fleeting
like a balloon
after you’ve filled it up to fly
tied it and all
but the tie was loose
and so
eventually
it would fall
the oxygen escapes the balloon
like happiness escapes us
little by little
we become the least bit unhappier
when i fell in love with him
it was as if i received a balloon for a very first time
how happy he made me
gave me a high like no other
but again
the tie was loose
our happiness wouldn’t last forever
soon there was a day
where the euphoria wore off
the balloon left for the skies
and he followed
so i was left
to drown
in my own sadness
in the ocean
of my doubt
happiness is fleeting
quick
taken for granted
it feels like a once-in-a-lifetime thing
and you just missed it
but life waits for no one
so i kept walking
and there, i found you
and my dear,
i would find out
that you made the world a little less bleak
gave me a little hope
made me a little happy
when i did not think i could feel happiness again.
there were still days
where i fell back into the darkness
and my happiness dissapeared
but you stayed
and each time
you taught me a new form
of “happy”
and you told me
that to be really
truly
happy
more than loving you
i needed to love me
for if one day
you could not walk the same path as i
then my smile would not wither
like the flowers you gave me
or die out
like the love i gave in return
— and they did
so the truth about happiness
i was right the first time
it doesn’t last
not really
not with someone else
the only way to achieve “eternal happiness”
is to find that happiness
within yourself
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 1:50 AM UTC
¨oh cinderella¨ the prince called out cinderellas name lovingly filling her heart with fear. his call used to make her feel safe and secure. ¨what a fool i was¨she thought. ¨now im going to die hereº ¨hello my dear¨ the prince sadisticly smiled. ¨hello.¨cinderella rolled her blue eyes coldly. ¨why the aditude cinderella? you know i don't like that. we're not going to get anywhere if you keep pushing me away like this. ¨ the prince raised his eyebrows sympathetically. cinderella shook her head in aggravation ¨dont you get it? i dont want to get anywhere with you. you are everything i hate about this god forsaken world.¨
the prince chuckled ¨it's so adorable when you try to act like you're smar cinderella. do you even know what the word godforsaken means??? he laughed. ¨your lack of wit is so very comical¨ he smiled as he began to walk away. ¨where are you going¨ cinderella called out. ¨into town. now dont you go anywhere.¨ he laughed. ¨i have to find a doctor who will come to the palace re–break your arm and put it in a cast for me.¨
¨break my arm?¨ cinderella jumped. ¨yes my dear it's not going to heal correctly that way now is it? see how difficult you make things cinderella? if you would have just stayed instead of trying to leave me with a broken heart then i wouldn't have had to break your arm and we wouldnt be in this situation. why? why cant you just let me love you?¨ the prince looked at cinderella sympathetocly as he turned away and slowly dissapeared into the darkness of the dungeon. cinderella wept uncontrolably.
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 6:46 PM UTC
im a lonesome trucker down and feeling blue
my baby she has left me for somebody new
driving down the road with teardrops in my eyes
with my trucking blues and a heart thats full of sighs
radio is playing the songs we listened to
my sunshine dissapeared from the skies of blue
thinking of the things that we used to do
even in my truck i cant drive away from you
ive got the trucking blues since i dont have you
im a lonesome man dont know what to do
with my broken heart i try to carry on
got the trucking blues now my love has gone
when i hear a love song on the radio
my eyes begin to water then the teardrops flow
i still love you so theres nothing i can do
here inside my heart theres still a flame for you
ive got the trucking blues since i dont have you
im a lonesome man dont know what to do
with my broken heart i try to carry on
got the trucking blues now my love has gone
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 11:55 AM UTC
Dearest John,
Whats the point of writing something to you that you will probably never read.
if writing nothing to you is the only something I can write?.
Whats the point of writing nothing to you if I cant write something to you that's really nothing to you?.
Whats the point?.
A nightingale singing in the the Lilac bush
in my backyard?
Is that the point?.
saying hear me sing just for you--listener!.
A luscious Blackberry swollen with its lifes nectar,
dangling insouciantly, singing its song silently--
pick me--crush me in your mouth--
wash your tongue with my sweetness.
Is that the point?.
A Selmer hand made Alto Clarinet on its stand-
daring me to play the melody of the Isness of the Universe just for you?
Is that the point?.
swooping keening hawk like notes
flowing from my very beingness.
An empty canvas waiting patiently
for medium to be applied.
The Chaos of my emptiness
crying out to be stirred into the action of your Form.
Is that the point?.
Or just to say for your ears alone--I Love You!.
An unfilled pan needing filling
with hen ***** and milk and salt and pepper--
and then flamed into the tasty miracle of scrumbled eggs.
Yummy yummy yummy
Ive got food in my tummy
and everything is gonna be alright.
If I tried to write my life down for you
would you come to my waiting arms?
Would you end this cruel silence?
Would you commit a line of meaningful prose
to your keyboard just to tell me you love me?
But your gone to heaven knows where?
Memphis?.
Dissapeared into the maw of electronic death.
Leaving me bereft of your yourness.
No access to your body fluids.
No more your flesh to caress.
As if I could penetrate the skin
of your aloneness and merge into the Isness that keeps
molecules of your georgeous beingness together.
Walking talking laughing the symphony of life together.
Would you listen if I spoke truthfully to you
or would you prefer one of the many "truths"
of your multiple "religions" or "politics" or "philosophies"?.
But as I can only speak truthfully then I guess
youll hear but not listen.
Wasting your opportunities at Isness realisation
as you have done since I,as the Isness of the Universe,
brought into being voidness from my own essence
with time and materiality--hearing but not listening
to the Brownian arpeggios of the rising and falling scales
of the music of the spheres.
I play my horn of blackwood to the empty rooms
of my universe--
accompanied by the booming bass of harmony--
Amazing Grease.
India the Corrupted.
Moanin and Groanin.
Warm as Luke.
A Chicken Supreme.
Satis-Faction.
God Rest Ye Gerry Mandlebaum.
The Universe listens.
Everyone else hears.
I speak.
your ears are closed.
www.thefournobletruthsrevised.co.uk
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 12:38 AM UTC
We used to laugh the whole time
I was your friend and you were mine
But slowly the laughs dissapeared
Untill they no longer appeared
We went in different directions
Found a new place and made new connections
And though I miss you all the time
I'm fine as long as you still smile.
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 8:40 AM UTC
i went on a holiday i saw a great big whale
with a great big mouth and a great big tale
swimming in the water as big as big can be
splashing up and down in the big blue see
spouting out some water high in to the air
swimming very freely he didnt have a care
then he dissapeared and went out of view
underneath the water in to the sea of blue
Jun 2, 2010
Jun 2, 2010 at 7:50 AM UTC
*Deep within me I had a song.
But one morning i wake up, and the words are no longer the same
The rhythm has dissapeared and it makes no sense no more.
In my tiny hands I carried a ***
Inside it Sweet fragrances of promises,hope was overflowing from the mouth of the ***
But this afternoon, despite all my strength to hold it tight,
it slipped....and fell...Then it broke.
In my eyes, I had a mirror, in it I saw a beautiful reflection..
I saw nothing but flawless skin,
a glowing image, a smile that shone so bright
But this evening, I look back to same mirror
and all i see is shuttered soul.
Broken pieces, all on the floor
patches of the once shimmering beauty, distorted.
I had a soul
a beautiful attracting soul.
See I believed in the blue skies
But tonight, am sleeping under Grey Dark haunting clouds.*
My Heart is shuttered.
©TheUnspoken
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 9:20 AM UTC
I can see clearly now
The rain is gone
I can see all abstaces in my way
Gone are the dark clouds
That had me blind
It's gonna be a bright
I think I can make it now
The pain is gone
All the bad fellings have dissapeared
Here's the raimbow
I've been prayin' for
Look all around,
There's nothing but blue skies
Look staights ahead,
Nothing but blue skies
Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 10:24 PM UTC
lifeguards, free life vests, at least 15 lifeguards, always holding red flotation devices
always on the watch, telling little children to get out of the deep end
to give a rest break, a child looked faint, one guard approached, nothing
forever on the watch, no one gets hurt, required swim breaks,
guarding, guarding, keeping everyone so safe
I wondered how anyone could even cough water down the wrong pipe
here in this fully, totally, completely covered and safe lake and beach
waiting for an outdoor rinse, the screams of terror of a small child and tears
and then whack, whack, whack, and the crying increased and it took me
awhile to adjust, to reframe, that this, a deliberate endangerment, an infliction
of pain, could happen here, in a place so absolutely and intensely safe
but there is was again, the sound of striking and crying and harsh words in Spanish
and I gazed at the lifguards wetting down the sand where they had to walk to cool it
a lifeguard with that perfect surfer boy look, like the ones I grew up with
but again, the striking sound, in the relative darkness of the men's room
and a man followed by a tearful toddler emerged
the man looked like he's just performed a self satisfying act and the boy
followed him like a dog and I realize that
we as children are dogs, little animals who are abused
and follow our attackers home and live with them in order to survive
the man carried no obvious weapon, but I knew what he'd done
to be that two year old child, unable to soothe oneself, in a dark, strange room
with a man towering over him, inflicting pain for some trifle
I wondered what to do, but they walked by and dissapeared into the crowds of
picnics and music and the safe beach, with the lifeguards standing, always holding
their red flotation devices, all eyes staring at the water, the beach
it now did not look so safe at all
Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 9:37 PM UTC
grandad had false teeth they kept falling out
they were far to big of that i have no doubt.
oneday he went fishing he began to sneeze
and his teeth fell out and came out with such ease.
he put on his glasses and had a search around
he couldnt find his teeth they where no where to be found.
then he saw a fish who had a great big grin
he had found his teeth and he had put them in.
grandad found it funny to see a fish with teeth
then it dissapeared somewhere underneath.
grandad he went home to the dentist he did go
now his teeth fit properly and there as white as snow.
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 9:49 AM UTC
(Mina)
I looked up at the sky
dear god you listening?
I wonder how you let us sin
as if you just don't see a thing
( Brandon)
( God)
I heareth thee mine child
For tis man hath his free will
Yet man hath forgotten me
Dilutes me by drink and by pills
(Mina)
why did you give man the right to
do all these inhumane acts
forget you as simple as this
and get obsessed with his own tasks.
( Brandon)
(God)
I loveth man
He hath his own will to chooseth,
Simply one choice
Me or the devil their soul giveth!!!
Thou must remember mine daughter
For man the devil doth temp,
Man chooseth to sell his own soul
As to Satan man to him is for rent!!!
( Mina)
you are the creator of man
and you gave him the free will
while you could take it all away
ask him to pray for you still
instead you gave him a second choice
by which he could've gone amiss
devil never seemed to be trustful
could mislead you simple as a kiss...
(Brandon)
(God)
Tis right mine offspring
I'm the creator of all
The devil didst betray me
As his cherubs didst fall
And though this world mayeth be dark
And hellish after all
I am the light
Between hellion Shaw!!!
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 2:48 PM UTC
I am not pretty
I am not ugly
I am not fat
nor am I skinny
I'm not living
but I'm not dead
I am sleepin
but even when i'm not
feel like I'm dreamin
Things be to bright
but I guess
my souls just to gloomy
Feel trapped
when it's plenty roomy
I am here
but I'm also where
I was
an where I might be
If I keep on sailing
this sea
Up and down
spinning around
look like a professor
feel like a clown
Guess I could do better
but it's like cutting leather
They think I'm sane
so I say I'm ok
but I don't know if
this is right in the brain
Can't see what other people think
maybe everyone has these quirks and kinks
I am here
But really I've dissapeared
Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 8:26 PM UTC
The quiet town of Sheridon,
Held a very curious myth,
A Crazy Bus that steals children,
Then empty's them off a cliff,
Younger children could see the bus,
But adults hadn't a clue,
The youngens told of what they saw,
But the oldens thought not true,
Many offspring dissapeared,
For reasons unexplained,
Thorough investigations to find the truth,
But the myth was quickly disclaimed,
Many family's fleeing the town,
In fear of hurt to their young,
Detectives believed it must be a killer,
While the myth continued unsung,
The children continued to tell of their seeing,
So watchmen were sent to the cliff,
But still nothing came apparent to them,
So the theory returned to a myth
Mar 6, 2010
Mar 6, 2010 at 5:15 AM UTC
And there was time
were time dissapeared
and there was none
but holy disgrace
how much can it be
to become a beauty bee
we try to retrieve
we seek our need
So they yelled.
and what was there?
Let it be,
scream a renaissance
retrieve baroque
or simply Byzantine
along with
an illusion
we find something
then Zeus started to *****
and left was dear Promt
Rather a darkness of trust
to have the world
rapt in dust
were we seek for the light
once in a year,
while the revolutionair
is not the visionair
since our promises of
big men, ruling
we became slaves
of our domesticity
and rabbits, said
no!
were is our hole ,
we survive.
Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 3:15 PM UTC
HE
He puts the "L" in Life
The 'L" in Love
The "R" in Riches
The "J" in joy...
HE
subtracts the "F" in Fear and lets Me listen clear
The "P" in my pride dissapeared and now this ride couldn't be better
For some reason, since HE walked int o my life, "Im" in my behaviour changed, they call me mature now.
For this reason am Bold no longer Old
Am Flying no longer Lying
Am Bright at he same time so Right.
HE simply changed the whole of me by doing the simplest of things.
Adding and subtracting letters to make me who I am today.
©The Unspoken
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 8:32 AM UTC
the stockings were hung
then unstrung
the gifts wrapped
then opened and scrapped
eyes open wide, at gifts given with pride
forgive us dear lord for the little white lies
I adore it, no it won't leave my side
*Where can we find a place for,
this monstrosity to hide*
The church bells were rung
the carols sung,
All the while thing of the traveling miles
for the holiday away in the summer sun
Dinner was baked bbqed and burped
Wine was drunk, now Uncle Albert
is dancing, just shy of naked
drunk as a skunk, Aunt Em in the throes
of the holiday funk....has declared her new teeth
have been sunk into the trilfle....of which she is
elbows in, having a rifle, through
Dad's mid nap, and we are counting down the seconds
between each snore, Mum still asking any one for any more pav
And Malcom has dissapeared to the lav
and this is the Christmas, that we have had,
and tho it sounds dorky....I am a wee bit glad....
Tommorow we box ourselves in the car
travelling, travelling o so far
and back to the bickering, backstabbing and fights
but we practise peace to all men at Christmas
as is our right....
but with da and his snoring,
we have no chance of a silent night.
Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 1:11 AM UTC
Girl in the mirror
Girl in the mirror
People witness her smiles
Although she lives in fear
Suicidal thoughts
Are streaming through her brain
Thinking no one cares for her
Only causes her more pain
Her life is a burdon
To everyone she knows
She's just an outsider
Fake emotion is all she shows
The cutting and burning
Are not doing her well
Has she stooped so low as to
Sell herself to hell?
Doesn't give a ****
If she bleeds until she dies
Nobody notices the countless cuts
That represent her desperate cries
Trying to realize
Why she was made
Her hand begins to quiver
While she pushes away the ****** blade
Her last plees for help
Shine completely through her mask
She needs someone to love
Bever had the strength to ask
Girl in the mirror
Girl in the mirror
You don't have to live in pain
For all you agony has dissapeared
May 13, 2010
May 13, 2010 at 5:46 PM UTC
Counted hours
Counted days
Counted weeks
Counted months,
You dissapeared
No clue
I see you down the corridors,
But is that really you?
The one I met?
No way to know
No way.
How is that we kept walking,
Trying not to look at each other
And turning back,
Not to face us.
How did it use to be?
A 'hello' from the distance,
Running,
A hug
A talk
Another hug
Joking,
Laughing,
Comforting each other when the other was broken
And giving a hand when the other was in trouble.
It was friendship I know
But you know that for me,
You were always more than just a friend.
And why did I say 'it was'?
Because I was stupid,
I messes things up,
And I couldn't do anymore
But crying over my pillows
Covered in blood
Wanting the pain to end
Because it hurted so much
To see you away
To see your smile faded.
To see you broken
Drowned
And I'm sorry
And I really miss how it used to be
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 11:47 PM UTC
He told his family I was his friend. I didn't get the title girlfriend anymore in his eyes. To everyone I still introduce him as my boyfriend, the love of my life. Yeah, that's him. He's the one. But to him, I'm the friend. Not the love of his life, no not anymore. I was a month ago, now? Now I'm just her. I'm just the girl pondering over thoughts in my head every time I try to go to sleep just wondering when he will take me back. I didn't cheat, I didn't lie, I didn't do anything wrong except not be perfect. I am not a perfect person, I make mistakes and I let people down. But never, I mean never, did I let him down. I was his shoulder to cry on when he talked about his father. When he talked about how sad he used to be. I was there, I was always constantly there. And then he dissapeared. He left without saying goodbye. Yes he still talked to me everyday but he wasn't him anymore he was the guy who broke my heart. And now he will forever be the guy who broke my heart a thousand times in a thousand ways. He looks at me like I still put the stars in his ******* sky he still kisses me like I'm the only girl he will ever kiss. But maybe that's just the way I see it because I want it so badly to be real. It's been a month, a month since the day he broke my heart. I still run whenever he says to come. He has me wrapped around his pinky and I'm holding on for dear life, while he's the puppet master and I'm the puppet on strings.
Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 12:28 AM UTC
I collect you words
Like the flower petals that fall
From the bride's hair.
O eternal circle
Hovering around the fourth finger
I only wanted to feel you
As you dissapeared.
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 9:41 PM UTC
i...
stand motionless...
staring into blank nothing...
whats going on...
who are you...
what are you doing this to me
and why....
the full moon that glazed over my crisped brown chocolate hair
in a trans staring blind founded
by the open gates of the full powered moon....
opening all the gates to the spirits
to seem to awake every full moon appears..
i turned to my questioned friend giving me a worried eye stare and which had to mock me in my head...thinking she thinks im s monster from the unknown...
i just stood there began to cry feeling every trapped soul opening to the world the living and acting stupid..
clonk
i crashed on the bed silenced never seem to open my bright hazel eyes...
i was greeted by a soft down and was found dead sad the next morning that was only a dream but felt a chill ran up then dissapeared in mid day.
Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 5:54 PM UTC