"divulging" poems
Forgive the malicious repetitious dismay.
This quarrel so vicious, flagitious swordplay.
Inauspicious foreboding, one lover’s display.
Seditious naught, my miscarried parlay.
Delicious divulging- in this adventitious decay.
Oct 12, 2011
Oct 12, 2011 at 4:27 AM UTC
Bending the benevolence
Into a lucid sky of white,
An indulgence of an
Evocatively colourful odyssey.
My dearest mother
Of the muse,
A whispering sea
Of beckoning delicacy.
Divulging enriching
Secrets of the tides.
Majestic sands of salty
Caramel delight,
Unravelling the enigmatic
Solitude of time.
Grains of meandering
Contemplation;
Emancipating the mind
From the burden
Of the distortive rhythm,
And into the truest dream
Of night,
Where the spirit chimes solely
In awakened starlight.
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 7:28 PM UTC
i am grateful for the short time i had with you
and the way i was loved so incredibly
i lived for the little infinities we created
on the back roads and in your bedroom
where time mysteriously disappeared
and all we had was the way our hearts synchronized
i am grateful for the hours we spent
discovering who we were as one
instead of two troubled individuals who spent
too much time divulging in their own dusty skeletons they keep in totes underneath the bed
finding each other in the small corners of the world
like on top of a bluff
or in the middle of a river
where the only thing that mattered
was the way lips warm and the way bodies melt together
i am grateful for the heartbreak
for the tears that have been shed for you
because without you i would have never known
what it feels like to be broken by someone
who i love unconditionally
and what it feels like to live without the other half of me
somehow
between the sadness and the hopelessness i felt within me
i learned how to sew my body together
to make a whole being once again
even though the scars and the holes still remain
i'm someone again
i hope you are as well
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 1:10 AM UTC
1410
I shall not murmur if at last
The ones I loved below
Permission have to understand
For what I shunned them so—
Divulging it would rest my Heart
But it would ravage theirs—
Why, Katie, Treason has a Voice—
But mine—dispels—in Tears.
2k
my cry survives
the strain in my throat.
i become acquainted
with imminent heartbreak
but when i took a moment
to look around,
all i saw was your perfect face,
mirroring everything about you
that i fell in love with,
divulging your imperfections;
unveiling your vulnerability,
framing your beauty
and humanity
into a reflection of
the last two years
that unknowingly trails
softly behind us
and now i suffer from no
aching heartbreaks or fears
and i fear not the pisces
who broke my heart
but wipe away her tears
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 11:14 AM UTC
An effusive elaborate scheme the colors advance to bright spellbinding allure then they achieve
Depth of quality by cutting back to softer hues and then the natural dark green is the bold
Touch that succeeds with total symmetry showcased in a view perfected by glass the prism
Most fitting not only to see but to be captivated by perfected expression it is a metaphor for life
The master designer chooses his subjects well one infuses another then by degree others
Foreshadow and glorify it blends tangible and intangible into intelligent coherent order tasteful
And sublime the hint and the elusive wonder all is needed is the wind to bow and ****** it into
A profusion a veritable concert that stirs with appeal life is in motion the players advance and
Retreat each speaking lines unique to themselves what sensations speak tendrils on a garden
Trellis held and fixed a gesture that plays and portrays intricate details the mystery that plays so
Well the stealing of morning frost then the blaze and then restful dying rays that spell comfort
The field rolls and contorts this brandishes excitement exuberance veers and plunders life
Become exploration trails hidden thickets hide and hold expression that is pent up ready to
Explode what vesture we wear it grips our friend’s astonishment is read on their faces but it is
Like a house of many mirrors because their lives are having the same effect on you some days
Are uneventful others are storm tossed with grandness the riches of an all contained realm
Spasms convulse like waves of the sea we stand forth to puzzle and dream what does it all
Mean the sanctity reveals plumes that are invisible that are far reaching and they have given us
This course of endurance that belies longing we grow soft and an inner glowing surpasses the
Stringent the misfit that moans against conforming we are treasure that exceeds all expectation
Life is rich we are its brightest colors and light night is for brooding the day is for shinning and
Divulging the secrets found in the brooding time we accost others we signify to them not only
Our own worth but there’s also fetching is the spray that magnifies the sky we are the bursting
We are the aliveness that is found each day in our lives that is the dooryard of discovery
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Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 1:28 AM UTC
There is no hope for this sanity I spend my days divulging in.
I dive and dig and burrow my way through these sands of time
trying to find a mind my body would work well with
but these days, these days are numbered
and my life is a leap year.
It's February again and I am cold on the inside,
but it's actually July and it's hot outside
but my mind can't tell the difference.
My body is indulging in the solitude of snow and darkness and winter.
Whether or not my body knows that the days mesh together
and the weather doesn't exactly make you feel invincible
well the verdict is still out.
The cold makes me feel invisible and the heat makes me melt
my mind is on thin ice and mother nature knows more about me
than my own mother.
I am in love with the idea of belonging to no one
and never owning a calendar because these years
they all blend together in the end
and you end up trapped under 50 feet of snow
and debt and diapers and divorce papers.
Nothing is set in stone
and these hands on the clock you spend your days watching
are just fixed elements in your subconscious
making it feel like you have your life together
when in reality, you don't and never will.
This life is calendar year and our days are numbered
365 days until you realize you spent another year
watching a clock that ticks for you and a billion other people.
But when will you stop and realize, the stars are watching
and they never skip a beat.
And somehow this earth still turns slowly
even when yours feels like it's weighing down on your chest
and you can't breathe because it's too cold
and you can't run because you can't feel your feet
so you're stuck there wishing
that you remembered what summer felt like,
it's just another calendar year
and your car door is frozen shut again,
and you're already late for work.
and it's just another calendar year.
I'm in love with the idea of belonging to no one
but I'm in love with belonging to nothing instead.
It's just another calendar year
and I'm not going to waste it wishing for a sunshine
that won't be coming anytime soon.
The weather is bi-polar, as am I.
So I appreciate the change-
because I can finally relate to something
when everyone else is stuck wishing for the sun.
I look up at the stars and realize-
we're all in different timezones
but we all share the same sky.
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 2:49 PM UTC
After piece by arcane piece is discarded
vulnerability divulging flaws and vindication with neon lights
incision at the fingertips
lies exposed where every finger nail is dislodged
peel back the once forgiving flesh
revealing the standard beauty for its depth
don't suppose those lines in my face
(the conniving spots
where make-up bleeds,
forgotten lies breed,
and fear have taken occupancy)
those lines don't really matter once you remove the mask
Underneath, muscle and connections vibrate
the drive
Red, raw, ugly and most important - authentic
A monster's face, the one that parallels
everyone else's
Tear away at it, pluck each strand of tissue
Play me a lullaby to sooth the screaming
Dust your fingers on the structure of my bones
carve your initials into the white
lay claim to your work, your art
slide any remaining pieces away into the abyss of trash
with the newspaper clippings and elmers glue
bleach away the remaining red
and finger paint your new canvas
A pristine prototype so rudiment
The birth of cool
and for the free
Aug 17, 2013
Aug 17, 2013 at 11:48 AM UTC
if looks could ****
i'd be slaughtering the masses
and if these walls could talk
they'd probably never stop laughing
but if that ***** of a mattress should crack
and leak the secrets of mine that she keeps in her chest-
like tightly bound metallic coils-
so help me lillith
i'll burn this house to the ground
i'd rather see all that i've built turn into ashes
than to hear her voice rehasing all the whispers i'm slinging whilst fast asleep
or how i cry in bed for weeks
or the way i flinch when the sun crosses my face
like a shadow i can't name
i'm a mess
a natural disaster with whirlwind hair and a lightning strike pulse
in a second-hand dress that doesn't fit right
i'm fine
i'll survive
but should you be the boy i find
and i bring you home tonight
just know that i'm better than alright
know how very much i feel alive
regardless of the subconscious soliloquies you unleash in your half-silence
divulging secrets whilst you slumber
i wake like the waves lapping at a fallen empire's shoreline
and quest to test your lyrical limitations and the possible personification of your breath
and your chest
heaving like the sea himself
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 2:34 AM UTC
Is it ever going to go away
It starts on the inside
the one that no one asks to stay
the slide I fight but still contrive
Start at zero, rise then fall
the ground keeps rising so I'll stand tall
Compulsion built by the ego's indulgence
divulging wilt's the universe's repulsion
Subconscious whims to recognize
the prime elect to analyze
Creature's time spent on watching themselves
while truth like an old toy sits upon the shelf
Define dignity by humanity's degradation
the willingness of every nation
Nuclear unanimity, will never start from the surface or the boundaries beyond
It comes from the origin within a navel energetic pond
The mind collects, stores in the belly, transforms in the heart, then comes glandular manifestation
The armistice of enmity and the achievement of a fool's paradise through all generations
What kind of light will you freeze?
What temple will you create?
Or will it all be your temple
Will you bring the stagnation of light or keep our existence in flux?
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC
Culminating capacity
Daunting density
Varying velocity
Variable veracity
Surging sagacity
Divulging diversity
Tenable tenacity
Laudable audacity
Nurturing nicety
Progressive propensity
Unified university
Simple implicitly
Ample simplicity
Undulating atrocity
Unassailable animosity
Scaring scarcity
Pausing paucity
Causing curiosity
Generating generosity
Magnificent mega-city
Multitude of multiplicity
Pervading perplexity
Wow! City of complexity
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 5:03 PM UTC
Culminating capacity
Daunting density
Varying velocity
Variable veracity
Surging sagacity
Divulging diversity
Tenable tenacity
Laudable audacity
Nurturing nicety
Progressive propensity
Unified university
Simple implicitly
Ample simplicity
Undulating atrocity
Unassailable animosity
Scaring scarcity
Pausing paucity
Causing curiosity
Generating generosity
Magnificent mega-city
Multitude of multiplicity
Wow! City of complexity
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 8:47 PM UTC
I do admire
How our seasons change
Winter's tale
Becomes summer's sonnet.
Quaint complexes
And their uncomplicated dwellers
Existing in solid metronome.
Years skip over
And it's always the same story.
How do you keep your composure so well?
He painted still life on repeat.
Sometimes things
Are better admired from a distance.
Her tattered quill
Has been crafting chronicles
For ages
Most with mixed morals
And chapters of relentless passion
Shared by the wicked,
The naive,
The reckless,
And the virtuous.
Divulging into each finely chiseled character
Their legends, their struggles
Bid to cease only when
Clocks move in reverse
(History may not repeat itself here)
Here we believe
We posses the entirety of the universe.
(Infinity stops at the border
Of silver sheens
And construction beams)
Within our pool
Of blood and glory
The myths are no longer only
Fool's dialogue.
In this city,
They are alive.
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 5:04 AM UTC
My notes are filled with little snippets of thought a scribble of letters, genuine but unrefined it seems that when I feel passion I lack the motivation yet when I sit down with a glass of lemonade laptop in hand and cool breeze running through my hair my mind suddenly seems to lack a single coherent thought discouragement turns the pink sugar water to mud I question how I can declare poetry my love when I have not showered it with affection in months maybe I try too hard to turn pretty what's meant to be misshapen maybe each word doesn't have to flow like a steady stream divulging the meaning of this world or the secrets in my heart maybe it's alright if a poem feels more like treading over rocks than drifting to sleep on a giant fluffy cloud maybe this is enough
Oct 25, 2024
Oct 25, 2024 at 5:59 AM UTC
Steam rolled down the hall
Invitation of an open door
Your sigh of incitement whispered
Kisses burnt between lovers
Hot water cascades down your back
Beads of desire
Washing off my fingerprints from the night before
Your aroma danced in the dust of a new day
Hot coffee caressed your lips
Detached from the now
Sunlight glistened in your eyes
That spark of moonlight lingered
The silence of dawn filled the air
The evolution of an afterthought
Cautiously optimistic
I wrapped myself in the flames of never
Divulging in a feeling
You left scars on my thighs
I enjoy the burn
Secrets stream from the walls
Like decades of nicotine
The stains remain upon my soul
A meant to be lover
I keep a lighter in the drawer
A night like this
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 6:22 PM UTC
Velvet violence,
Sanguine silence.
Dripping in animosity,
Perfumed and elegant.
Divulging in toxicity,
Searching for your sycophant.
Worshiped and adored,
Never doing wrong—
But oh, the suffering caused when you're bored,
Oh, son of the siren's song.
Feb 11, 2025
Feb 11, 2025 at 8:34 AM UTC
i cannot rest towards sleep,
not insomnia nature,
but this mind's consistency
to intensively be critical
of cared units to measure.
continuing as each
tactile, contractile, dactyl pressing
against this chest contesting
examination against my inclination
to worry a hurried
yet impede succession
to assess these abscesses
within
weaving teaming thoughts
defensive to the x and o drawn
so that i may anticipate
tomorrow's entailed
beauty
wait, a change in tone
a drop in breath
rest, retired, and displaced
movement of consciousness
no longer anxious
gravity has provided
a pillowed valley
to allow this face
to rest this monocle
towards the dimly lit
neon green
pass the hour 4
am I divulging
my emotions
to conceived
mirror
dramatic animated images
alas spirits
lifted
time
remains
cycling
pedaling
from
unneeded
wakes
of waves
so
I may
dream
Feb 2, 2010
Feb 2, 2010 at 11:29 PM UTC
I don't know why I'm here again,
Too weak to fight myself once more,
I'm strong but now not in control,
The grey is growing blacker,
Put pen to paper through self divulging,
Frantically searching for the answers,
From head to toe unexplainable confusion,
Frustrating me to the point of my angers fuse,
Please help me I'm pouring unconsciously,
No one hears or knows how can they?
I'm a stranger fighting the evil inside,
Unknown this is scratching my core,
To lay my cursed shell beneath the waves,
And breath in my last breath of sanity,
Only to drift with the peace of knowing,
No shame will be done to innocence below,
Upon birth should never gasped first life,
The devil placed me here to cause this strife,
I know I'm good please trust me its true,
So why does everything i touch disintegrate,
My poor flourishing precious pearls,
protect them from myself not in body in mind,
To take away the anger and pain,
Only to leave uncertainties oh dam!
Help me please! the good says fight,
The black satanic inner sister surrenders,
I'm looking for cures, for answers I'm crazy,
Therefore my body has given up my mind wanders,
When the light shone into my life,
Fate knew this bitter path would i follow,
I'm bitter I'm shallow I'm selfish, relentless,
**** everyone and everything no self control,
Oh for god sake please save me before its too late,
Give me the strength to blow the dark clouds away..
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 10:16 PM UTC
Sitting in the courtyard on a hot summer night,
Enjoying the breeze that caresses us both,
Sitting with a friend, the closest of close,
Is there something more in your eyes?
Sitting at Sonic,
Talking about feelings,
Divulging secret longings,
Finally admitting things we have hidden for so long,
An amazing first kiss.
Going to poker night at your friend’s house,
Finally being able to express our feelings openly,
You hold my hand,
They call me your girl, my heart explodes like a 4th of July fireworks finale!
You are an attentive wonderful boyfriend,
Even if just here in this safe place.
Driving around town,
Laughing, being, doing things together,
Seeing this town that I have lived in for many years in a new way,
Seeing everything, everywhere with you in a new way.
Walking through neighborhoods,
Taking in the architecture,
Sitting in the park,
Silent, but sharing so much,
Being told that we look like spring love.
Dining together, and journaling our meals together,
A long list of places yet to go together,
Looking for even more new places to explore together,
New experiences with you have always been magical.
Hiking in the mountains,
Standing in a meadow,
Looking out over the city that we share,
But that is keeping us away from each other,
So free here and now,
You stand behind me,
Your arms around me,
I lean back into you,
Praying that I could just melt into you.
Alone in your room,
Sharing all,
Sharing our most,
Exploring each other,
Melting into each other,
Nothing else in the world but you and me and these moment of bliss.
A birthday lunch,
A beautiful ring,
A promised future, now lost…
A beautiful day nonetheless,
A wonderful ever lasting memory,
No one can ever take it away from me.
Back to the courtyard,
4 Years later,
Cool breeze,
Secrets stifled,
Glances stolen at each other,
You love me and I Iove you,
But we have moved passed that now, we are friends.
Have you really moved passed it?
I don’t think that I successfully have.
I know that I do not want to.
© Misty Bishop-Martiss
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 12:54 PM UTC
The wind has been howling for days and days, searing the clouds and her mind,
It tells a tell, tale that will slice her lungs worse than his words-
Her lips bleed in the frosty wind, slow, her feet trudging, incapable, her fractured legs leaving crimson traces burning in agony
Huffing, escaping, running, crying out, hear her desperate plea, but this actions have silenced her
Death lurking behind the pine trees, acres of snow covering up the lies.
He said, he doesn’t love her anymore, already had every inch of her in his mouth,
His **** in her mouth, again and again, feral eyes watching it unfold a plan successful, forcefully, trapped, chained her to the bedposts, scarred on the outside and charred from inside
Tearing petals off, from the roses he gave her, one bright afternoon, he loves me, he loves me not
He said he did, naive girl, moved to Siberia for him, where did loving him lead her?
She laughs, like an asylum patient, a tortured madness climbing the veins of her soul
Poor little lamb, he is carnivore, tearing off her skin, divulging into her body.
**Look at her destroyed, frayed
Look at the ghost of a girl**
Who walks through realms of life, the wind is still, mourning in the loss.
Her bruised body all shades of blue and red, lifeless. He ate out of her too much, he ****** her life out.
At frail attempt at an escape, bittersweet atleast, darkness claimed her on the hands of freezing terrains, not him.
Look at the countless wolves howling, consuming the remnants in a mad glee.
Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 4:29 AM UTC
Your eyes stunning pools, dark with rings of light around the edge.
I couldn’t look away; divulging secrets in whispers through our eyes, hands, lips.
Our faces flushed with desire, excitement, and the touch of alcohol.
Your arms around my neck and your laughter in my ears; beautiful.
3 a.m. coffee break.
Two steaming mugs and you; bare legs dangling from the counter.
You nudge the cup in my direction with a sleep mused smile and a brush of fingers.
I aim for your lips instead and run my hands up, up, up; you shudder and melt into me.
Lazy days filled with bed sheets, tacks, and pillow fights.
Five years old again and building forts when we should be cleaning the apartment.
Our first Sunday off together in who knows how long.
Your hair looks like a rats nest but your eyes are full of mischief.
I've never seen you so tempting.
You pull your hair into a sloppy bun, give me a saucy wink, and race from the bedroom.
I can't help but shake my head at your antics; I give chase regardless, following your laughter into the kitchen.
'She’s like that book in the back of your closet.
The one you’d been saving for one of those perfect rainy days;
only to realize too late that you have somehow misplaced it.'
Aug 9, 2011
Aug 9, 2011 at 6:50 PM UTC
A heated room,
sixteen seats beneath the phosphorous shell,
sixteen minds, exactly the same and yet unique.
Between bites of lobster
and the first entree,
one ***** discusses politics,
while the business has chains and crops
on his mind.
The religious fanatics
can't get his hand out of his pants,
and the proud pagan
pays him to keep them there.
We all have an inkling towards one--
our secret,
divulging desire--
what ailment do you prefer?
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 3:07 PM UTC
Shadows of a different season
The past and present entwined
These emotional memories
Transcending space and time
In the sacredness of this second
In this truly hallowed place
I brush the tears from your eyes
Caress your lovely face
For it’s the sorrow of what has happened
The pain for what can’t be
Can’t turn back the tides of time
Rewrite our history
It catches us unawares
When we’re looking the other way
But the important things will surface
And will always have their say
So it’s in the beauty of this silence -
The healing of this pain
That comes only with divulging
And the world becoming sane
What’s repressed cannot be hidden
These soul splinters that remain
Will only be put to rest
Once they have been named
Oct 18, 2010
Oct 18, 2010 at 8:05 PM UTC
Come for me, my darling
With that glow in your eyes
That innocent way you walk,
The way you cut your pear,
The way you drink a cup of coffee,
Pouring a whiskey, smiling
Wondrous and exotic charisma
Divulging yourself in plain daylight
Running through the water
Driving you car in the sun
Screaming that favorite tune
At each and every turn
Come for me, my darling
We'll die together in winters arms
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 4:41 PM UTC