"distent" poems
You went away so long ago,
In the dim and distent past,
I still remember you nana,
I was a boy when I saw you last.
I remember all the good times,
all the laughs we used to share,
But now those days are gone,
You are no longer there.
The times have changed so quickly,
The family have all moved on,
It's never really been the same,
Since the day that you were gone.
One day we'll all meet again,
In heaven up above,
Forever in Gods paradise,
and never ending love
Jul 24, 2012
Jul 24, 2012 at 7:37 AM UTC
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"O my dearest,
darling, bijou,
*born the silver
worker's daughter*,
"*how so fortunate
mine eyes
to witness thine
palatial wonder*!
"Mine pleasure t'*would
to take hold and
to pick the fruits
among your vine*—
"*the shyest heart
of rose hips what
has pewter cruxes
bold t'shine*!
"*And as eyes and
I pay credit
to a distent,
nearing nimbus*..
"These gem'*nate
tongues b'twine as
oaken staves—
the Brav'ra Lingus*!"
(..she responds,)
*"Mine auburn falls
for thee*, my dove,
but thy fervence, *once
to mine*, abates?"**
"Quite, my dear..
"tho, *ginger trapped
in tantric bond
what's sweetness*, *rare
n'a boon*, belates!"
*"..well*, *then
please use a ******
she said*.
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 12:46 PM UTC
As the murk
in the daedal
sky endured
and the
finespun
brume upon
the headland
peaks wound
all around
in a
helicoid
shape,
the fluttering
winds carried
aloft
a bouquet
of ions
that were
immured,
but still
danced about
in an undulating
figure of eight;
and when the
distent distant
cloud could
no longer
wait,
it's rain
fell upon
my
wilted form
so desolate.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC
Another poem that is all true
images of white horses
*
after cutting the green and long grasses
we like to call a lawn
and returning into my house of gloom
i hear what was the sound of houses hooves
*
jumping up and look out the window of my room
what did i see but two white horses
pulling a white hurst a lady and man in black top hats
then a stream of long black cars
*
when i did start thinking what a strange day
another sound did come my way
it was a low and distent humming
and then at my window a cloud of bees
*
someone said he that knows really knows
but really knows nothing at all
i really must get out more
if only to see the world go bye
Jul 12, 2012
Jul 12, 2012 at 3:21 PM UTC
Stupid little things that don't matter,
that get to me.
I don't know why I feel forgotten sometimes,
or out of place.
I don't want to need to be around you,
or feel like when I hang out with you and your friends I'm being too much.
I don't want to be that girl.
The one who gets upset when it take you over a half hour to reply,
we're busy people,
and neither of us are attached to our phones.
I don't know how I always convince myself you don't miss me,
you don't really want me around.
So I try to give you space,
but then do you take that as me pushing you away?
I never dought you when we are together,
but maybe that means,
I need to spend some time alone.
Maybe I have to get used to not always being around you,
not relying on you so much.
But I want you to rely on me,
and I want us to stay as close as we are.
There is nothing wrong with our relationship,
but my mind keeps telling me there is.
That I'm going to get hurt,
that I'm doing something wrong,
that I'm too clingy,
too distent,
too needy,
not open enough.
Sometimes I feel like I don't say I love you enough,
but then I feel like I do it too much.
My head is whirling with insecurities,
that I fear will drive you away.
"Look at you feeling upset because he not around,
or he said something wrong,
or didn't answer your text."
"Look at yourself."
I think,
"This is disgraceful, do you really think anyone would want to be with someone so clingy so needy so broken"
"You are already loaded down with baggage,
now you're going to be overly attached too."
These thoughts I wish could be silenced,
but keep running through my head,
I fear to be that girl,
but look at yourself,
look at yourself,
you already are.
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 5:17 PM UTC
For ever distent
That's how I must seem
Never grasping of what you can do for me
But that's not how I am
I am thear when you need me
Just never allow you to know it
That's how I am
You run in my blood
You are my life
And you don't know it
You thank I don't see what you can do
But I know all to well
You grasped my heart the first time I saw you
I can't deny how much you changed my life
I can't demand for you to understand
My heart
But I ask you to seek the truth of the extent I'm willing to go for you
To see I would end my life just to see that smile
Just to cerest you in my arms
I am nothing more than my love
And my love is you
Mar 8, 2012
Mar 8, 2012 at 6:01 AM UTC
W h e n!
my MIND left my body
to flot in TIME it's self
all I remember if it
is here
for you all to see
the air seamed to me thicker there
it was hard to breath
and while gasping for air
it was plain to me
that I should some how
not let go of my soul
for that ment much to me
all thought like a distent image to me
my soul I did hold
and while watching my skin
turn from white back to pink
I knew
me and that thing
I call my soul
came home.
Apr 11, 2013
Apr 11, 2013 at 6:24 PM UTC
The space in between time is filled with fish,
swimming through dimensions.
They say hello,
if they see a friend,
but mostly they're just red.
All the girl can think of is colours and the wish
to pay attention
to what's moving in the yellow
abyss of distent
in the continuum of dread.
She can not perceive the reason why she'll cry,
but in her heart, there is a cloud
and in her head her own blue voice
that sings to her
day in day out.
When in the young parts of the dry
december night it speaks aloud
by twisted choice
the fish consider
what tomorrow she will smile about.
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 5:49 PM UTC
as i drown in confusion... in the feeling of an oh so still illusion ending its delusion... i feel myself going further and further, everything becomes distent... and all the people, now they all seem so little, except one getting closer... who is he? who is he?! is he unknown to me, or is it me, or both... who am i? am i hard or soft? am i big or small? whats my porpuse, reason, goal... who am i at all?
and all the masks... all this masquerade... they all fade... and finally i can see my face... no masks, costumes, stakes... no more angst... i look he... i look me... i look i in the eyes... and finally i realize, i dont exist, always wearing masks... a simple mask i became... i do not have feelings, emotions, goals, aim... because i let life become no more than a game... a simple custom game i myself became... and me... the mask claimed.
Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 5:27 PM UTC