"dissapearing" poems
They were both ****
As ghost's;
Dissapearing into another's loving soul's.
©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane dedicated
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 2:40 PM UTC
They had just buried Henry Ferguson today. He was such a handsome and generous young man. Everybody in the town felt so sad when they heard that he had died.
Away he's gone.....
Away he's gone.....
Cold was his gravestone...
Young Sarah Breinnan cried all day long.
Young Sarah Breinnan grieved all night long.
Her beloved fiancé had died.
Life seemed like a threat.
Away he's gone...
Away he's gone...
Now she's on her own...
One cold night Sarah was ready for bed. When she heard someone knocking on the door. She opened it, to her surprise. There he was....
Her dead fiancé...
Standing in front of her...
Looking into her eyes deep...
With his gaping hollow eyes...
All rotten... All bone...
Worms crawling across his face...
In and out....
In and out...
''I can not die now'' he whispered...
Such an eerie voice...
''I love you too much.....''
More worms crawled out of his mouth as he spoke.
''Marry me, Sarah Breinnan......''
Oh the stench his body emitted was terrible...
He reached out to take her hand.
And she fainted...
So beautiful was she...
She had blossomed into a beautiful woman...
The dead man bent down to touch his lover's face...
With love his tapering fingers danced across her *******
He kissed her gently, picked her up off the floor.
And he walked away, dissapearing into the fogs....
Among the dark silhouettes of trees...
Never to be seen again...
*Sarah.... Sarah....
Could you hear me...???
I was calling you from my hollow grave...*
Dec 3, 2010
Dec 3, 2010 at 2:56 PM UTC
Swirling,
in the cosmos of your love.
Swimming,
through the endless depths of your emotions.
I find eternity, here,
wrapped up in your arms.
I search for more,
and you're right here.
Every melted fear,
every forgotten sin,
every spilled tear,
comes rolling out.
No longer am I stuck in the past.
No longer am I filled with doubt.
I lose myself in you,
and you begin to lose yourself, too.
Dissapearing into the eons of our thoughts,
so tangled together,
so wrapped up in the idea,
of a true forever.
I feel like I'm falling,
and the darkness surrounds me,
and I find myself calling.
Calling out your name,
and searching for your touch.
All at once you appear.
Telling me "I am here."
You pick me up from my descent,
you feel as if you're heaven sent,
a cheribum just for me.
I gasp,
and I choke,
will I suffocate again?
"Never," you tell me,
and your presence fills my lungs.
The stars like in the distance,
other galaxies eons away,
but the sun drenched love of the heavens,
I find right here,
with you.
I try to wake up,
to realize it's all a dream.
Looking down,
I realize I'm still holding you,
and you're the one sleeping.
And for a moment,
I know how forever feels,
I feel what love becomes,
and I remember lifetimes with you,
that we never really spent.
Finally I begin to ponder, and
I start to wonder if all of this is fate.
Some long-lost ancient prophecy fulfilled,
that you are my true soulmate.
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 7:22 AM UTC
*She came and she went.
Like all others did...
With a smile so beautiful and deep.
A God's child she was,
Gleaming with joy and beauty.
Sparkling eyes and tousled hair,
A girl of eleven or twelve...
Touched the heart so beautifully.
I stared at her and felt my smile return.
She peeped into my car window
And looked deep into my eyes.
She made me see through her,
An innocent face and naughty eyes.
I tossed a coin at her and she returned a smile.
I gazed at her for a moment and watched her say goodbye.
Then she ran along with her playmates...
Lighting every corner of the streets.
I smiled at her dissapearing figure as long as I could....
But soon the road was left far behind.
My mind kept wondering....
Will she always be the girl of the street?
Will she too follow her destiny alone?
Then I became busy...
And left the girl behind again...
Afterall who cares for a girl of the street....*
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 9:04 PM UTC
The city is to swarm.
When night falls she crawls out of her den to offer her warmth.
To any man who is seeking for substitutional love.
That fits their desire like a glove.
Through cold foggy night she wanders alone.
Fair skin, seductive smile, to becoming a bit shy at first she is prone.
As the night grows darker she is inviting
to enter her private zone.
With her nothing to postpone.
As this polite gentle man comes approaching she smiles seductively.
Dark and cold yet he has got something else surely.
Both dissapearing into the fog.
For her it is just another night of hard slog.
Poor Mary...
Something is going on so scary.
They will find you with your inside awfully exposed hours later.
Torn into tatters.
Dec 9, 2010
Dec 9, 2010 at 6:31 AM UTC
ii
lunch
iii
over lunch i chewed
with my few remaning
while glancing in the mirror
and i saw myself
for the first time
as i truly am
and somethings
slid into place
i think they call it
an epithany
i have been trying
of late
through various discipline
and just catching
dissapearing
but memories one
would imagine lost
have come
to explain and
raise further
questions
in my pursuit
of me ..in
knowing oneself
there is taboo
but what to do
but in my reflection
just for a moment..
recognition
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 8:18 AM UTC
there was once a dinosaur as big as big can be
he lived many years ago back in history
roamed around the planet living of the land
and up on two feet the dinosaur would stand
he was very tall and very very high
he would walk around with his head up in the sky
there were many others there were many more
everyone was big just like the dinosaur
a land with giant animals but now they dont exist
changing with the planet dissapearing in the mist
Apr 7, 2010
Apr 7, 2010 at 5:15 AM UTC
Guess into the tunnel
I shalt dissapear
Tis much better
Then being here....
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
©Dissapearing
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 4:40 PM UTC
Luminol when sprayed on a cleaned wall
that was once stained with the blood of a human being
will light up every splatter, and reveal the crime scene in all it's
chaotic splendor, even after years of careful hiding
Things happen every day in my creamy, dreamy life
moods, like the calm bay that hides the sharks underneath
the blood splatter of the natural cycle is covered in blue indistinct waves
while carnage and drama play themselves out in the silent muted depths
And as the bay gets darker the further you go down
especially in the deep canyon where a fervent Japanese submarine snuck
into California waters, and chased a boat around briefly before dissapearing
forever, just as these depths contain mystery and waste
so my thoughts, once so churned and pained, lie dormant and unseen
with the plastic forks that are stuck in the sand
and the plastic bags that move by in the darkness like ghosts
Because beneath the surface, in that deepest groove
is where all the pain and waste and wreck of civilization has accumulated
and is creating a new order in a once pristine reusable recyclable landscape
But I cannot see my depths, only try to feel them
in a primitive way, like sonar--what is this?
A small submersible floats through the deep cold water down there
through the snow flakes of biological residue that is food for life
and it looks at the garbage and sends back a video signal
that this is a warning, of our ceaseless, accumulating destruction unseen
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 11:37 PM UTC
» Poem: The Story...
The Story...
written by ~Anonymous~
09:16 AM 8/9/05
Poem Style: none
There was this boy
Who loved this girl
She never knew
But she was his world
But then one day
Just out of the blue
He decided to confess
He decided it was for the best
He called her and said
"Meet me at the park tomorrow,
I have something to tell you"
She said back to him
"Why the park? And Why tomorrow?"
He whispered "Its for the best"
She said "Huh? I couldnt hear you"
He said "Just do it, and i'll explain the rest"
She gently said "Dont you remember?
I'm moving tomorrow or had you forgotten?"
He said "I know, I want you to leave
With a thought in your brain."
Then whispered "And get rid of my pain"
She yelled back at him "Stop mumbling!
I cant understand you!"
He said "Sorry just thinking out loud."
She said "Well i have to go now so,
I'll see you later?"
He said "Tomorrow...two-thirty."
She said "I'll try if my mom will let me."
They both hang up
He sat back and sighed
Then thought to himself
I need to get out what I feel inside
Tomorrow came and he was at the park
He didnt see her
But she still had another half an hour
2:20 shes not there
2:25 he started pulling his hair
2:30 and he started running to her house
He cut through yards
And jumped over fences
Out ran a dog
And dodged a car
He was so close yet so far
When he arrived at her house
Her car was dissapearing into the horrizon
He went to the door to bang his head
But before he could
He saw a note stuck half way in
He pulled it out and opened it up
He slowly dropped his head
A tear dripped onto the page
Because this is what it said:
"Hey you,
Sorry I didn't come to the park. I didn't know we were leaving so soon. I figured you would come by the house if I didn't show up so I left you this note, I'm so smart, anyway since I'm moving to Europe I'll probably never see you again and I just wanted to say goodbye in one way or another. Oh, sorry you didn't get to tell me what you wanted to tell me but it's not like it was important right?
Love,
Me
Jun 13, 2010
Jun 13, 2010 at 8:02 PM UTC
You’re paper thin
Wearing a mask
Hiding behind the plumes of smoke from all the joints you roll
Behind trees, behind bushes, hidden away -
You’re always hiding away.
Dissapearing,
behind the slow closing train doors every lazy afternoon.
I’m losing you.
I wake with the birds,
you with the foxes,
searching among the sacred debris of your bedroom
Until the fix is in
I see right through you,
Your empty promises,
the silences you create- so thick and inpenetrable
I feel like I’m suffocating in a hot-boxed car.
Silence disperses when you joke about your future life;
Chained to a silver spoon.
Show me your deck,
Every card bears a picture of a white dove
I see right through you,
See fear so deep and real,
Your kind words die, swallowed up, withdrawing inside
Where I want to be,
Inside the recesses of your mind
where the voices reside
Poor Catholic boy
God doesn’t see right through you
Like I do.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 4:34 PM UTC
Corner curtains close to encircle
souls bearing poems
scratched on manila pads or
formed on computers
to await a reading
amid clangs of ceramic cups
stainless steel utensils
and cream pitchers.
Carlo’s throat cracks while
he recalls running his fingers
over dry scaly skin
tolerating the heat rising in his body
as he befriends
snakes coexisting in his camp
Mokasiya narrates adventures
along rock mesas
formed and shaded
red, orange and tan
and how grasses turn brittle and dry
nearly dissapearing
amid enormous grasshopper swarms .
.
A young woman sings and plays poetic
lyrics of struggles
lamenting that she should have
given in to the hot rage in her throat
to shoot and **** the *****
who corrupted her father’s marriage
Corner curtains open
as words and phrases
remain to die
among the chairs
mixing with the sawdust
on the hardwood flooring
unlikely to become
reborn, reread or recorded
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 12:38 PM UTC
I
Now I have been you
walking indifferent
with you walking
opposite.
I haven't noticed
that you haven't
noticed me.
I didn't return
your glance,
I was checking traffic,
crossing the street,
and dissapearing.
II
Now I have been you,
holding
the hand-blown glass sphere
in my hands.
Were you conscious,
as I should be,
of the necessary delicacy?
Did you notice
the intricate composition,
or have we both grown
too familiar
with our object?
Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 2:05 AM UTC
She stared at me and said "it's all right"
but she was not right.
She told me about the haze.
She told me about darker days.
She told me about my terrible self-esteem.
She doesn't know.
Push and flow
and gregariously go.
She doesn't know
Push comes to shove
and I infinitely disappear.
We all long for a disappearance.
So a companion will exit,
but I will self-medicate.
We all long for a disappearance
So I'll keep the safety on
and remind myself to wait.
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 11:41 PM UTC
And they'll ask one another
Where didst he go to?
Don't ask me,
I don't even know!!!!
Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 11:33 PM UTC
i see you
opening your eyes
out of your sleep
a familiar touch
there's no trace
of me in your thougts
waking up without me
is this the end?
the warmth in your bed
is of your body alone
no fragrance
of our love
as the morning sun
comes up on you
i m dissapearing as quick
as a ghost
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 9:47 PM UTC
I see so much more than you could ever ask
And will eternally
Wonder
the wonderful masks
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 5:16 PM UTC
My name means pure, unsullied. It means that i'm untouchable, it means that i am alone, It means i am bigger than life, it means i smile with teeth of white. It means i am lonely somewhere in the light, it means you can't polute me. It means that if you are with me you're alone, it means i can't be mixed or altered by any other substance, when i get mixed in a substance, i don't react, i don't alter from my perfect white, it means you can't defy me, but remember to show me the bright colors that happen when you react with someone else.
My name is bright but misunderstood. Misinterpreted is the color of my eyes. No one is fit to my name, therefor it is rare. Therefor i'm not sure it fits. It means i get hurt, but still try getting on my feet. It means i find the good in other people, that i inherit the best traits. Even if i can't see it myself.
My name is spelled wrong, defying who i am, it misses a place to belong, my name is not easy to pronounce.
My name is a hurricane in the states, it is quick temper, my name is impatience, it means i can crush your heart, it means you can't carry mine. It means if you are with me you are on top of the world, it means you can't tear me down, im taking humans in my palms, swallowing the seas and rivers like saliva. And when you fall from the highest altitude remember to give me your black bruises. My name is unforgivable, my name meant pure once, my name was cold as the winter, killing butterflies, and my name is incarnated in the fields of Louisiana, killing people, and asking them to forgive me. Understand; i am not as pure as my name.
It means, i am alone, like the hurricane that carries my name i will be gone quicker than i came but never forgotten. It means that when i settle you fall from my palms. It means that i disapear, while you get hurt. It means that i am only shown in the atmosphere, watching, waiting and never coming back. If or when i do, you will have changed my name and i will be replaced by another hurricane, ten times stronger and harder to let go. I will be watching, dissapearing, while you are in the palms of another. When the rain finally falls, know that it is only my tears, they may not taste like salt, but they will taste bitter of heartbreak, and when everyone is shouting of pure happiness that the drought is finally over, that the water is fresh and delightfull, remember to tell me how you taste the hurt from my heart, in her mouth.
I will not be forgotten, whatever it takes.
When my name told me i was meant to be pure. I thought about how i blamed everyone who sullified me, knowing that the only one who poluted me was myself. Knowing that everything i have ever done was make myself less aproachable, more broken, more ***** less pure. I meant to destroy myself so i couldn't become a stereotype of my name. Now i am only expected to come spiralling down in a storm of dirt whenever i arrive.
When my name told me the truth, i thought i was the one doing the hurting, the damage. When all along i was the most hurt, broken and damaged. I am unsure of weather or not i deserve my name, but no matter what i will not be unsure of weather or not i am worthy of it.
Aug 2, 2019
Aug 2, 2019 at 1:48 PM UTC
be a poet,
if you must...
but know this,
from one who cares.
it is an addiction,
that will cause strife.
you will,
learn stuff,
you never really wanted
to know.
you will,
find pieces
of your soul,
best forgotten.
you will,
stay awake
late into the night,
trying to twist a phrase
til, it turns out just right.
there will be,
tears and much,
frustration.
at times you will,
neglect your, everyday
life.
oh there will be, angst
and fear
as you let your poems go
and see your words fly...
or plummet to the unforgiving ground.
and yes i cannot deny
there will be joy,
much euphoric joy,
as you discover
new words
with which, to toy.
so be a poet, if you must
if you have,
a liking for
garrets and starvation.
enough to offset your
word lust.
...just be original
don't be a parrot
write for you first
and then for others
strive for exquisite
excellence....
but now it is
a fragile dissapearing
thing....
it is your life
you get to choose
your own folly...
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 3:51 PM UTC
**** love. Its a fool's disease with no cure conpulsively offering up pieces, soon fragments then molicules of a heart to be vaporised at will; resigned to watch yourself dissapearing a little more each day hoping to manifest the value of it in a heart you dont own or truly undrstand all the while choosing this pain over and over again. Only the loved wins. The lover always pays.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 5:10 PM UTC
Chill is in the air,
Sound of bells dissapearing,
Eyes moist with care,
For the past year endearing;
The tender sun shines on,
Brightening the darkest rooms,
Good and bad moments count on,
unable to light the heart in gloom;
So let's prepare the breakfast porridge,
Wiping the nostalgic tears,
Garnish heartily with hope and courage,
Serving a delicious new year;
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 10:42 AM UTC
the world is sad
the deaths are constant
the heartbreaks are like twigs breaking beneath tiny childrens feet
the catastrophic events are like birds flying overhead, swooping down occasionally
the violence, like sparks from the fire that burns in all of us
that fire burns within all of us
until it doesnt
it can suddenly flicker
and it can grow colder and colder
till is coal and cold
i wonder if the birds beaks like the taste of tiny childrens feet
if the sparks fuel the joyful jog of children till the beaks swoop down and eat them whole
i wonder if the forests fires scare the birds into the air
swarms flying flying flying
air full of beating wings
children crying
people screaming
bodies falling
bodies lying
birds swooping
birds eating
bodies dissapearing
smaller bodies wondering
small cries fill the air
crackles of fire join them
hear the sound
smell the smell
I hear it makes some ill
But Im so used to it by now ive stopped plugging my nose
the smell of charred flesh is near me
surrounds me
is me
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 6:45 PM UTC
It was 1am,
I was walking alone,
I was thinking about her,
Under the same stars.
Does she was awake?
When I was too?
Does she was deep in her sleep?
Or does she wrote poems?
Like I did?
My poems,
My thoughts,
My breathe,
My cough,
My eyes,
My stars
My words,
My moves,
My chords,
All for her.
Does she knows?
All for her,
Everything,
From my heart to every atom of me,
It is enough?
It is enough, darling?
Would you mind if I ask you for a kiss?
Or it is too much?
Oh my dear, you're a star,
I settle for you,
You shine, you're special,
Do you know that?
How my poems,
How my thoughts,
Never rhyme
Never had meaning,
But forever fits,
Exactly on paper.
My love for you,
Like a hurricane,
My love for you,
Like a star.
It's so bright,
It is shining,
It is never dissapearing
Until you do that, too.
But I know you wouldn't do that.
Don't you?
My endlessly galaxy
Only for you,
My endlessly mind,
Only for you,
My endlessly love,
Only for you,
Because you're my only one,
Am I the only one for you too?
Because when it's 2am in the morning,
I am sitting here,
I am writing,
Poems with no sense,
Poems who can make you feel exactly what I feel too,
Poems from my deepest places
Of my heart
For you my dear,
Poems with no sense but with feelings.
Like I am.
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 7:24 AM UTC
Dazzling eyes with nowhere to land
The sparks once that shone, dissapearing into nowhere to be found
I asked him is it okay to live like that?
He replied ‘what should I do? the love I never asked tearing me apart’
I shut my self into silence and I wonder
why it’s hard to see you suffer than to see you fall in love with her
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 11:45 AM UTC