"dustiest" poems
Leave my Nan out in the rain, it'll be right.
She's having veg later with some meat, on a bone but meat.
No gravy, she's too lazy. She will not thread it.
So what do you think? Shall we fold it the other way?
Do it tonight, it won't be today and not quite black but definitely not grey.
If it smells like cheese, just wear one and keep one eye open!
Then, we may even finish third.
Remember, listen for the sound.
It's crucial, like a twenty pence piece.
Dust! Always dust. Grams and ounces of the dustiest dust.
Never before six and never after six.
Just continuous with no bends, bubbles or any of that material you really like.
Because when he'd finished speaking (The Italian) I didn't understand a ******* word of it!
"Sorry, I don't speak Italian", shrugged my shoulders, did that thing you do with your bottom lip and ****** off.
THE END
(FINITO)
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 3:01 AM UTC
It's hard not to
fall in love
with someone
when
they see the
mixed up parts of your
soul.
When
they understand
the darkest and
dustiest
corners of your mind.
When
it's four a.m.
and they call
because
they know you're
not
asleep
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 10:35 AM UTC
everything about you screamed infinite
the type of person I could spend forever trying to figure out
sunsets and sunrises pass by like fast trains, and my minds still reeling
a photographic memory is a blessing and a curse but right now its a gift
i can remember every word spoken, every laugh and smile
and i play it back like a movie
the kind of spirit that makes you forget the hurt
the universe cries but you remind me that it laughs too
coexistence of bodies and minds, sweet and surreal
worlds colliding at a rapid pace, they collide
they become one
everything about you screamed infinite
everything about me screamed indefinite
indecisiveness and paranoia floods my veins
love and knowing floods yours
a scale sits between the palms of our hands
and is level, for we are balanced
I lift my pen and let my hand guide my mind
my fingers already know you and they haven’t felt you
yet my page screams your name wholeheartedly
vast space was left empty in the corners of my brain
but they’re filled now, even in the dustiest of places
everything about you screamed infinite
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 9:38 PM UTC
270
One Life of so much Consequence!
Yet I—for it—would pay—
My Soul’s entire income—
In ceaseless—salary—
One Pearl—to me—so signal—
That I would instant dive—
Although—I knew—to take it—
Would cost me—just a life!
The Sea is full—I know it!
That—does not blur my Gem!
It burns—distinct from all the row—
Intact—in Diadem!
The life is thick—I know it!
Yet—not so dense a crowd—
But Monarchs—are perceptible—
Far down the dustiest Road!
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I dreamed my own death,
last night:
dug down deep through
dirges and dingy old dirt
my bed and my tomb are
one and the same.
like a blanket the dirt piles above
and like a mattress the
dirt layers below.
it gets so tiring,
sometimes;
sleep is a cousin to death.
there are loved ones
sobbing far away and
others laid around me,
lost and caught among
the endless eddies and streams
of neverending loneliness
that we all have felt,
some time.
it is a common experience,
a collective, conscious thought--
we float up and out of our bodies,
our gases and our atoms mixing with the
dirt,
the mud,
the worms and
the bodies
and the
ever-lost matter
of countless others come before
and countless more come
after.
we are all living in order to die as
after our death there will be nothing added
and nothing left;
the base materials,
the elements and bits of star stuff
have always been
and always will be
even when they are not
us.
really,
it is the
accepting of our own
demise--
our ashes to ashes and
the plastering of the
dustiest of dusts
that shall settle
and lay on thick
in layers and levels of
lost and loopy illuminations
of a mind that is filled with holes and rot.
Nov 18, 2012
Nov 18, 2012 at 6:33 PM UTC
The memories fade
The hurt abate
The scars so deep;
The flecks of red
on walls so white.
Sole testimony to the time.
The knowing smiles
The intoxicated wiles
Lie abandoned in the
dustiest attics of our minds
While here I stand
Outside myself
Done and dusted
Weaving tales of a distant time
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 1:49 AM UTC
Every waking moment
a painful reminder
of the distance
keeping us separate
It's as though
my hands are reaching
for something
I can't touch
Time and space
between us both
only serves to cause
another heartache
another teardrop
another painful flashback
It's almost surreal
whenever our paths
cross
She makes me whole
filling empty spaces
in my heart
like elixer
satiating
my parched soul
She plants roses
in my veins
and paint colours
in my mind
She makes reality
a little more tolerable
Her voice
a cheerful ******
resonates throughout
my entire being
undulating even
the dustiest chords
in my soul
Her eyes
those soulful windows
searches the recesses
of my soul
helping me
find myself
Her scent
a lingering fragrance
that never seems
to dissipate
from my mind
She's the reason
I remain awake at night
She has turned reality
into a sweet dream
And every night
I pray for her
before
I slip into slumber
to dream of her
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 10:03 AM UTC
She can't even notice those eyes,
those eyes that seem to take her threads off, her skin off.
But they don't even know that by the time she reaches home,
she cuts her skin so the blood would flow
out of her sluggish veins.
She can't even look at the sky,
the sky that seemed to fall hard on her open wounds and scars.
But the birds don't even know that as they chirped their way up and soar,
she wishes for the moment when she could finally fly
away from her lonely home.
She can't even turn a deaf ear to a lie,
a lie she wished she never had to hear, as if something so real.
But his lips don't even know that as he tried to show it all,
his lies made up a castle of thorns, of broken hopes,
amused a girl not so strong.
She can't even take a glance at everything around,
everything around her that seems to crush her to the dustiest ground.
But the world doesn't even know how she carries that smile,
all to outbrave a surging vehemence,
an anonymity behind.
She can't spell her words but she sure has the guts,
the guts to keep herself from treading off the expected path.
But there's this one thing that she doesn't even really know,
she may be made up of scars and lies and thorns,
but the beauty in her has not really gone.
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 8:50 AM UTC
I sit here depressed at 2 AM
and I can't help but wonder where the time went
when did I go wrong and fall lose off track
of my life, it causes fluttering heart attacks
I feel solitary may bring solidarity
I yearn to progress personally to singularity
But I'm stuck in a rut and mud is taking over
The Earth covers me with blankets, pulls me closer,
A warm hug isn't what I want but what I needed
From all these thoughts my brain is too heated
and I'm scared of what's to come
my friends are gone, if I ever had one
I enter and leave this world by myself
my life just one page in the dustiest book on the shelf
It scares me that I won't be remembered
my words service to see my image rendered
in minds and hearts of those I have touched
And with you the touch was too much
I lay my hand upon your heart
and it burned in, I can see the mark
I'm not a bad person, but who am I?
I take my body and throw it up to the sky
A scar is what I left on you
I can't heal it, not even with superglue
but you will live on, and so will I
and the only thing for us to do is try
march your feet in the onward direction
and at the end we meet our reflection
Perhaps this is exactly what I need
Cause for awhile all I have done is bleed
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 6:58 AM UTC
It is the eyes
*It
Is
The
Eyes
That
Travels
Into
Seas
Of
Endlessness
Into
Waves
Of
Consciousness
It
Is
The
Eyes
It
Is
The
Eyes
That
Sparks
On
Midnight's
Blur
That
Calls
Forth
Light
Into*
________________________ **the
DARK**
*It
Is
The
Eyes
It
Is
The
Eyes
That
Reaches
For
Tomorrow's
Dreams
That
Searches
Through
Depths
Of
Souls
That
Pierces
The
Dustiest
Parches
Of
Hearts
It is the eyes
That
Quenches
The
Yearning
Of
The
Minds
It
Is
The
Eyes*
**It
Is
The
Eyes**
Evna-Luna©©©©©©©©©©
IT IS THE EYES
Nov 12, 2016
Nov 12, 2016 at 3:48 PM UTC
Dear First Love.
The first time I saw you
You spoke to my ribs
Gave me butterflies that still haven't died out today.
The first time I spoke to you
the words you whispered to me went into my brain, through my veins, & wrapped themselves tightly around my heart. I can't pull them off
The first time I kissed you
My skeletons danced on walls & only saw your shadow
I fell in love with you the way you fall asleep.
Slowly at first, then all at once.
You're were the only one with the only love that's strong enough to claim me.
You entered the darkest, dustiest parts of my heart & cleansed my soul
Because of you
I kept living
I found someone more beautiful than death
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 11:05 AM UTC
it's an odd feeling
To pass someone by
and to know that their favourite colour is green
and that they like only one sugar in their tea
and to remember slurred words that fell from their mouth
and to remember
that you know your way
around the dustiest corners of their house
to know that they hate being tickled
on the curves of their hips
or to know that you've placed countless kisses
upon their hopelessly chapped lips
but mostly it's just sad
to pass someone by
and to look at them knowing
that never again
will they stop to say hi
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 10:47 PM UTC
quiet minds lightly preoccupied
unspoken words that don’t need to be said
a white house in a white room
where all the light is green
pushed through an old bottle
just the three of us, like it used to be
-minus one
naivety lost
it’s shadow still hangs in the dustiest corners of the room
i leap through velvet mountains
and dive through smokey books
no sounds can penetrate the walls of our silence
i can see the smile in your eyes
twisting your face for the first time in forever
giggles and remnants of the past
as we delve into years back
of white afternoons
May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 12:51 PM UTC
When I was nine, I promised myself
I would get rich from a card-making business.
I made three sets of cards,
then forgot about it.
When I was ten, I promised my camp friend
that I would write all the time.
I wrote her three letters,
but then one month I forgot to write a new one.
I never remembered.
When I was twelve, a girl from church
pulled up her shirt sleeves to show me where
she had drawn three red lines on her skin.
I promised her I wouldn't tell anyone,
then called her grandmother as soon as I got home.
When I was fourteen, I looked at myself in the mirror
and saw too much of everything.
I promised myself I would become skin and bone
and light as a feather.
I lost everything in three months, but even after that
I was never small enough to fly away.
When I was fifteen, I gave away my glass-box heart
to a boy who promised he'd stick around this time.
We went out three times, but now all I have left
are the smudges from his fingerprints.
Now I'm sixteen, and you're wading through the dustiest parts of me,
promising it'll be okay.
I wish I still believed in promises.
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 11:20 PM UTC
i'm sorry,
you cannot understand,
the madness; things left unsaid..
the fortress within my head,
a free spirit, chained down.
after all.. what would somebody do,
with the secret, that is you?
when we are all, just like animals..
just an animal.
in the dustiest corners of your mind..
some pray to god,
she turns the radio up..
every song is like a story,
carrying her away with them,
a listener.. listening and learning.
being a listener, she became friends..
with the silence.
got to know every nook and cranny of every noise,
each reverberation, so vibrantly..
even so vibrant.
she comes to notice;
nobodies talking.. but EVERYONE wants to be heard.
communication is key.
when everyone's lost in translation..
understanding is everything.
impulse.. impulsive creatures we are..
ever so impulsive.
endlessly needing, yet needing no one?
..and wanting, everything.
Alice.. down her rabbit hole she goes,
" the way you perceive the world, it's so beautiful.."
- well, how could it not be?
you are here, and this is now.. what's better?
The way you perceive is everything..
it's what you become,
you ARE what you feel.
i enjoy, enjoying the moment..
every raw moment for what it is.
each breath, silky sweet..
don't be afraid to get lost in the moment..
that's what it's about,
finding yourself.
i mean, who are you? Really?
Think back to your childhood,
what did you wish to be?
when your dreams roamed wild,
and your spirit soared free?
I am I,
as you are you..
and we are one.
United we stand , divided we fall.
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 12:20 AM UTC
I dream of waking
next to your smile
and dreaming
Beside you
Of exploring
The dustiest corners
Of our memories
and sweeping away
All the sad
Grabbing our
Lost souls
By the hands
And pretending we know
Where to take them
I dream of loving you
till the sunlight
creeps into the crevices
of our eyelids
but does not wake us
I dream of listening
To the silence
while our eyes
whisper sweet thoughts
that linger in our minds
like the scent
of summer’s breath
I dream of holding you
Forever, my love
But forever is a long, long time
And since my
Young mind
Cannot yet grasp infinity
Just love me
Till my heart
Stops
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 3:28 PM UTC
for we,
the broken,
it is a gift
to share our laughter,
but, love,
it is a much greater gift
to share our tears,
to expose our sadness,
to make vulnerable
the darkest
the dustiest
corners of our minds,
the places where
we sit
and think
and stay
silent
alone
the places that
are our homes
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 2:40 PM UTC
months ago at this exact time
i found myself
pouring another cup of coffee
to continue a daydream of you
months ago at this exact time
i found myself
clinging to my phone
awaiting just a few words from you
with heavy eyes
and hopeful heart
months ago at this exact time
i found myself
discovering the dustiest corners
of your souls
one night at a time
months ago at this exact time
i found myself
daring to ask you how long
forever would be
with lit eyes
and hungry heart
months ago at this time
i never would have imagined
that months later at this exact time
you would be falling asleep
and i would be falling apart
because
our forever
wasnt what I wished for
months ago at this exact time
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 3:15 PM UTC
Craving attention from the sunshine-
How divine it is
To not be dicked down.
Frowned upon- now that I'm
Of age.
Depraved;
In the dustiest of ways.
Parting ways with
Hazed days
Laced with lust.
Trading them in
For sanity-
The only thing I can trust.
Rusting away
Waiting for someone to
Touch me.
May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 1:12 PM UTC
I loved you
because when you said, “let me make love to you”
you sounded like a drunk
pleading for one more drink
I loved you
because even after I confessed
my dustiest secrets
you still looked at me like I was
heaven’s missing angel
I loved you
because you thought
the scars on my thighs
formed the most beautiful constellations
and you wanted to map out each one
I loved you
because you loved me
more than I ever could
I left you
because you loved me
more than I ever could
Aug 1, 2013
Aug 1, 2013 at 8:55 PM UTC
In my years of practice, I have known how to deal with losing
How to cope with the pain, the hurt, and all the baggages
It usually takes me 7 bottles of beers, a shot of tequila,
and a drunk call every night for 3 months
I have known how to deal with the questions, asked to me everyday
by every person who has come to know my story
I have mastered how it is to struggle with the memories
the pictures, clothes on the closet, writings on my walls
the letters, the texts messages, the whispers behind my ear
I have known how to deal with people leaving
I am not the person everyone remembers first when they say forever
I am not the person anyone remembers
I am always the person they try to forget
scrub away from their skin, the poison in their blood stream
I have come in peace with the art of leaving
You came and all that crashed, all down the drain
All my preparations for the storm, gone
You came and all my heart could do was try
not to explode every time I steal glances your way
I tried not to take our conversations
as something you looked forward to everyday
I tried to stay away but my soul gets tired of pulling away
It knows what it wants, and you know I won't give up without a fight
I know you're not going to stay but **** it
My ******* soul recognizes yours
It has gone all out to make you see how much they know each other
Why do you have to set camp here, where it's a mess and nothing is good enough for your hands, your fingers, your touch
Why did you let me in, where all I could do is stay in awe of how enough I am for your late night random phone calls
Why do you have to tell me you have feelings for me but let me stay in places where no one recognizes me -
your heart still silently wishes it wasn't me
your soul still searching, something that does not resemble me
I have always told you to never settle
But now I am telling you I am willing to be the purple bruise,
the reckless bump on the wrong side of the table
the turn that leads to places only we know of
the stubborn decision over bottles of beer, breaths of poison
the speed dial # 2, the drunk dial, the **** dial, as long as you call me
the bad poetry, the rhymes that do not add up to a beautiful piece
the last drop of ink on your teal pen
the favorite shirt but is too short, too used to still use
the photo, kept in the dustiest part of your closet
the secret, the well-thought off outsider
the painting you never get the time to finish
the almost
I have always been the person who leaves
I'm going to stay
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 6:31 AM UTC
I felt alone
but I wasn’t.
I was silently
lying next to you
but
I felt empty;
like a coffee cup
emptied of its elixir.
I thought this moment
was the perfect time
to venture out
into the dustiest
corners of my
mind.
Apr 6, 2013
Apr 6, 2013 at 6:13 PM UTC
Is there somewhere..anywhere, far enough from here
that I will be able to escape you
from the dustiest corners of my soul?
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 10:41 AM UTC
You crept into the fissures of my brain
And you tidied the dustiest corners of my mind.
You got through the cracks of my fears,
Around the rifts in my trepidations
And on top of my deepest enigmas.
You reached down into the crevices of my doubts
And relieved me of their burdens.
But since you've left
I have started to gather dust again.
My crevices have started to fill up
And again I am weighted down with their might.
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 2:22 AM UTC
She sat there with her rusty voice box, a drought on her tongue and a pen aching to flood the pristine sheet with blue ink.
She poured pain into words of refuge and tucked the love etched memories into words.
She wrote to the ones she loved, who made her heart beat ever so intensely. For who rooted her strengthening her spine with courage. For the ones who betrayed, abandoned and hurt making her swallow sorrows whole on empty stomach.
She undressed her truth as she painted shades of past, resurfacing the suppressed from the dustiest parts of her mind, reigniting the dying embers. As she wrote thoughts screamed to be heard, memories weeped to be replayed as she crafted sentences, paragraphs, beginning and ends, sunrises and sunsets; the breathing of her heart allowing her to feel a sense of relief.
But she never sent them, for they were riskier to be read by them than to be tucked safely away.
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 6:17 AM UTC