"dumbfound" poems
She's an innocent little girl
Unknown about the people in this world
Who think it's a curse that she is born.
It's nothing to do with her but with her gender.
She has to suffer because she's her.
She grows up while listening to those painful words
By the voices of herds.
Those words which struck her like a bullet inside her heart
Now it's broken so much, it can't be mended even if we try hard.
This is not what she wants
But she's dumbfound like a mime,
Stuck inside, bounded by walls
Walking inside the empty halls.
She screams but no one hears
She wails but no one cares.
There's no one here who feels her pain anymore
As people ignore.
It's a curse that she is born even if she did nothing bad at all.
She has nothing else to do
But to dream about another universe,
Where people are one,
Where there's no boy or girl
That's what she thinks is a world.
But that's not true,
It's sad to say:
She is a curse in every way.
Why would they hurt such beauty and charm
When they do so,
She is so calm.
She has wings
Which are broken now
And it stings
If she tries to fly.
But still try,
You are not alone.
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 9:38 AM UTC
I thought your smile
was a fence;
and so,
I tried to climb it.
Now my legs ache,
and my hands drip red
from the cuts of the attempt.
What hurts the most
is realizing that I --
standing behind a velvet rope --
have been left dumbfound, staring
at art
I simply will never understand.
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 7:05 PM UTC
The superstitious,
all and about
But who, that gullible?
Come forth ye,
and lend me your ears!
I tell of a superstitious being!
Born and raised she was,
with the superstitious act,
was it external?
Or internal?
She told once her superstitions,
one out of numerous times,
what doubt I was in!
The superstition dumbfound itself,
hearken her superstitions!
The pride she carries within them!
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 3:29 PM UTC
No hope brought nor thought! Not from the dope or the pope! Or the imaginary rope, tightly around my throat. As I boast, as I note and quote! These bright, white halls and walls surround me in dumbfound! Stare crazy, frenzy, hazy and lazy... A squire in dire! A squire in fire and need! Shadow’s greed, conspiring too feed in desire, on my admire, inspire, perspire and wires. Stare crazy, frenzy, hazy and
lazy... Hey, they say I’m insane in the brain! Despite the real pain of the sprains and strain! Despite these wires I feel in my veins. In spite of the constant, existent, insistent and persistent rain. Stare crazy, frenzy, hazy and lazy... Forgotten directions, recollections and revelations.
Insecure affections and seducing reflections. Stare crazy, frenzy, hazy
and lazy... Once more adhering, enduring, fearing the nearing, the infection, the rejection and injections! The ongoing detention and retention! Stare crazy, frenzy, hazy and lazy... At times I dread in my head! Those crimes and prime rhymes that sing of dreams, gleams, themes and things are not as they seem! Stare crazy, frenzy, hazy and lazy…
Mar 29, 2012
Mar 29, 2012 at 10:03 PM UTC
Heathcliff my love,
Had I known you at times before
Before the glory days of your tormentor
Perhaps your future would not be so bleak.
Heathcliff my love,
If you had not been so hated
Your misery and doom lain fated
Your life might have reached its peak.
Heathcliff my love
Were you not bruised and beaten?
Were you not shamed without reason?
Until you had no cause to be weak.
Heathcliff my love
Once you have broken free
With your rage contained barely
Will you find the revenge you seek?
Heathcliff my love
When terror is six feet below ground
And all that remains is offspring dumbfound
Will equivalent wind render his oblique?
Heathcliff my love
The one you detested you have become
And young son’s potential left unsung
Do you finally see the havoc you wreak?
Feb 3, 2011
Feb 3, 2011 at 7:36 AM UTC
After murderous fall of moon, after starving cat's croon,
my body remains.
After getaway car turns to rust, after skyscraper scatters as dust,
my body remains.
After milk carton goes missing, after women disposed in kissing,
my body remains.
After the cackling retreat, after the burying buzz of her words on repeat,
my body remains.
After greeting card ages yellow, after whiskey tastes mellow,
my body remains.
After white suburb tastes of **** after inner-city tastes black death,
my body remains.
After fifth or sixth televised war, after commercial break bore,
my body remains.
After drunken desperation, after belated bedroom exasperation,
my body remains.
After propaganda pill-popping, after church pew splinter sopping,
my body remains.
After farm fields on fire, after ***** clothes hung on wire,
my body remains.
After open casket sorrow, after sympathy borrow,
my body remains.
After winter of extreme tire, after binge and pyre,
my body remains.
After tearing nostalgic shoreline, after parking fine,
my body remains.
After dumbfound pride, after proving my hide,
my body remains--
awaiting a whitewash of hot rain,
awaiting a ***** cradle free of pain,
awaiting a salty crest daydream,
awaiting a snip from the seams and--
sweet release.
May 4, 2011
May 4, 2011 at 10:18 AM UTC
King of the jungle, tall and proud.
My luxurious mane, soft and sound.
Warrior preparing for battle.
Hear my roar, mighty and loud.
Mediocrity, chains of mindless cattle.
Better to die than follow the crowd.
I stand ready; they dumbfound.
Blink of an eye, their world crumbles.
Flight of the lone to the Alone
Watch me as I stand my ground.
Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 5:42 PM UTC
it has been said for ages that a woman
could lead a man willingly to his demise
a song or a dance; a touch or a glance
simple gestures could dumbfound the wise
these have always just been strange stories
tall-tales or faerie-tales, even outright lies
until half a year ago. until the day that I-
became so very lost within her deep blue eyes
it was just a simple look
that's all it took
my heart missed a beat
then it shook
and in that moment, I finally did realize
how very powerful they can be; a woman's eyes
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 7:58 PM UTC
It’s there,
Where water meets fire,
Where lightings strikes the ground.
That’s where my heartbeat goes.
My chest feels like it was filled
With tampered strings.
Once so sharp and precise,
Now dull and inconsistent.
Mother always asks where my love is.
I tell her it hasn’t moved in years.
Her dumbfound look
Meets my half smile.
How do I lie to a broken mirror?
Where even my reflection is fake.
How do I mute the cannon fire,
Deep within my chest?
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 4:26 PM UTC
When the sun sets we unrest
When the trees shake we keepsake
While the wind blows we implode
While love drowns we're dumbfound
Where souls hide in foresight
Where faith goes to scapegoat
Why do lies sing by lightning
Why truth lies in fools' eyes
What high cliffs we're climbing
What fear don't we feel here
Who then views the temples
Who is greeted by peace
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 8:42 PM UTC
Our God is Lord
who can do ALL things.
He can take your broken heart
and give it angel's wings.
He can lift your weary head
and give you strength to
hold it high.
Meet all of this life's demands
and keep you safe and nigh.
I've seen His works dumbfound
and amaze, bringing joy through
the night.
God will never give you away,
or let you leave His sight.
What will you do
for this unending love
today?
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 11:00 AM UTC
I knew you were damaged and broken
But I never knew how much
You hid it so well at times
This thing with us was new
I couldn't tell at first how hurt you were
There came a day
When we went on this special date
You surprised me
By taking me out to the country
Setting up a beautiful scene
In front of a mountain view
Under the stars
For a while, all was fine and normal
Then, tears started out of your eyes
You became so angry
Before I knew it, I was on the ground
Shellshock and dumbfound
Part of me wanted to get up and fight
The other part knew you never meant to
My face already feeling the ramifications of the attack
When you saw what you had done
I had never seen such horror before
Your eyes so wide
Kneeling down and tenderly grabbing my face
Kissing me
Punctuating each with I'm sorry
Trying to console and reassure you
It was alright
But we both knew it wasn't alight or okay
You needed healing
When I got home
Making you sure you were gone
Before I went in alone
Trying to hide the injury under my hat
Run to my room as fast as I could
Without looking stupid
He was coming down the hall
Asking how things went
I replied then went on
But he could tell; he could see things weren't okay with me
He blocked my way
Then gently lifted my hat
Much similar to your reaction, he responded with horror
Wide eyes, confusion and then realization
Anger came right after that
I knew he was going **** you
Putting my hands on his chest
Blocking his forward passage
Stopping him
Telling him the situation
Almost yelling at him
There were things he didn't know
That I did and understood
Then the door bell rang
Suddenly, desperation was replaced with horror
I knew exactly who it was
……And so did he
May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 12:17 PM UTC
written October 16th, 2016
"I hate their way of living
There's a bowl on the floor
There's ash covering the counter tops so I'm moving next door
I'm tired of the noise, the dumbfound statements, and the fights
I'm tired of hearing *** for 2 hours every night
I hate how selfish they've become, taking advantage of others
Getting money from their parents yet refusing to speak to their mother
So goodbye to this hell hole, I will miss very little
I hope you all enjoyed my stupid mockery of Paul's 'riddles' "
Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 2:37 PM UTC
Should-haves are dangerous words in my ears –
They’ll side with the season’s expectations
Weaving thoughts in absent dreams where my fears
Take shape, conquering pulses’ vibrations.
Might is not a word that speaks reliance
Paired with fits of unrequited musings.
Alas it’s through my stubborn defiance
That I predict the eventual choosing
By an uninformed heart of another.
Greater signs I should read for me to see
This storybook ending in love – rather
Your indifference speaks harsh truths, agreed.
But sharp pangs still dumbfound me, ripping tears
In a heart that should have loved, did not dare.
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 2:05 PM UTC
When is it the best time?
I don't know.
Every time I look at my watch,
above all,
I wonder where the time's gone.
Stare,
Dumbfound,
Confused,
lost in thought,
unable to understand that I have to go.
I am able to move now,
focusing back in
then my thought process returns
and that gaze turns into a look.
So from that frozen stance,
I'm now your slave, Time.
Now, are you beautiful
or terrible?
Time goes
but eyes never change.
Constant
like when your seconds tick away,
and the splendid things fade away,
and the smiles dissolve into nothing.
Oct 26, 2011
Oct 26, 2011 at 5:50 PM UTC
The silent night
Almost dawn
With a cool breeze
It starts,
From the east.
You'd have seen
Nothing like it,
Mist
They call it.
Dumbfound
By the sight of it,
Shimmering street lights
Distant
But clear.
A Harley
Roaring on
The highway.
An unimaginable
But real
Beauty.
Par excellence.
I can see
The darkness
Fade away,
And abruptly
Scattered
Comes the grey.
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 12:07 PM UTC
These lines on this face extends the heart I want to give freely,
Smothered, patched up, bleeding,
I yearn a maiden's curtain!
Furtively I stair out this prison cell you call a body,
Where's that chalice to dumbfound me? Compound me to her frenetic volition.
Virulent are all mine surroundings, for this blooded box skips beats as a child to playground games, panic attack hysteria!!
Visionary genre, mandatory I seek you, where's thine partisan all true, and a well we would make out of our own wishes..
Lamenting stitches...
Exuberant, I want you to cuddle me close, where we shall have a toast of temperament parallel. Our own heaven, our own malleable kinship..
This seeking soo trucelent, where the diagram is bent, I'm bended in with it..
Forget it I say!!!
Why do I keep looking? Didn't mother tell me ( one shall come to you!)
So wise you are mummy dearest....
I cannot goad one to see me for me,
For beauty is bound in the eye of the beholder.../
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 8:39 PM UTC
You've asked me several time,
the simple question, with the answer so hard to find
truthfully.
Why?
"Why do you care,
about what I do,
why do you care at all,
what's it matter to you?"
I stared back plainly, affectionate smile
from mouth to eye,
when you kept standing there,
asking me,
why?
I gave you my hand,
to help you on your feet,
my smile not ending,
you pushed away in defeat.
I disarmed your hostility,
because you could not find blame,
even for an ol' boy like me,
whose smile is...
kinda lame.
Why?
"Why don't you go somewhere?
Don't you have some place to be?
Why are you here!
Why do you care about me?"
I smiled back, but this time my eyebrow raised
just for fun,
when you turned your back on me,
and was about to run.
Before you took another step,
I spun you right around,
and then I wrapped you up
up in a tight hug,
in which you stood, dumbfound!
You wanted to push away,
away from this strange creep,
but all in side you,
you had a wanted feeling so deep.
For Love.
You stood for a second,
a few minutes more,
I wouldn't let you go,
even when you were eyeing the door.
Then you started to cry,
tears starting to flow,
streaming down your precious face,
diamonds falling from your eye.
And yet still you asked me,
the very simple question.
"Why?"
The answer was simple,
but was not all to clear,
I said,
"That's because your my friend,
and I love you so dear."
I held you in my arms,
as you let the tears flow,
and I promised to you,
that I'd never let you go.
I haven't back then,
and I won't start now,
I'll hold you tighter still,
as tight as you'll allow.
I love you greater,
each and every day,
I'll always love you,
like I did back then,
even until now.
Why, you ask,
do I give this love to you?
Because I'm your friend you see,
and that's what friend's do.
So why not?
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 1:54 PM UTC