"elusion" poems
*in the midst of an emerald slumbering forest
laced with pungent scents of jaded wood
a burgundy blushed tail
of a chestnut hued fox
scurries as copper sunbeams part the day
a hospital lumes starkly nearby
its aura exudes hints of melancholy
commingled with faint impressions
of halcyon futures
not yet lived
at neighboring dartmouth
a student sprinting to class
drops his crimson colored backpack
the prospect of cancer
far from his budding consciousness
my beloved sits patiently
pondering pensively
his last chemo treatment
elusion of death
not far from his mind
i feign to fend off future catastrophes
watching letters scramble across my screen
earnestly writing
in a desperate attempt
to be with him forevermore
an aquamarine hummingbird drenched in tranquility
senses the inverse
its amber tipped wings stand seemingly stationary
while it steals a quick glance through the window
curious at chemical infusions meant to heal
my beloved walks out
of the austere building
with rose colored glasses i feel
that we’ll whirl on the tips of gilded stardust
dancing with another chance to fly
©2016janetaylor
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 1:19 AM UTC
Sequacious demonstrative mongrel fantastication
Overt fantasias and monstrance clarification
Rhetorical rote of empirical justification
Whimsical enervations elicit ramification
Incite legendary fables of rectification
Tempestuous mendacious erudite personifications
Endemic epistemological semantics of edification
Evocative illuminism engenders mortification
Judicious spontaneous phantasms of gratification
Numinous salutatory statutes of ratification
Heuristic existentializing empiricisms alleviate confusion
Adamant machismo machinations eliminate delusion
Eulogizing enigma entity’s illustrious illusion
Torridly allusive revelries of reverie effusion
Educing morose maniacal moribundity’s inclusion
Epitomizing empathetic revulsions to corroborate elusion
Probitous erudite solicitations evade contusion
Raunchy riotous accoutrements appreciate exclusion
Optimizing subjunctively torpid recalcitrant collusion
Scenario syntactics of mythically epic allusion
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 9:23 PM UTC
She placed a scarf in my hand
on a cold and rainy day,
lavender lace
laden with the scent
of Oscar de la Renta.
That would be
the last of us,
I lost her on that day.
She always had a penchant
for fine fragrances,
I always had a penchant
for elusion.
I ran to hide my secrets
in a place I couldn’t be loved
and zombied along for
two decades and then some.
Occasionally
when women pass in
crowded halls or shopping malls
their trailing wake radiates
a breezy scent,
a swirling memory
of what's been lost,
a stinging pain
for that which
slipped away.
Dec 5, 2010
Dec 5, 2010 at 11:49 AM UTC
*you nuzzled your head
unto the shoulder of my soul
tears streamed into my heart
steamy moments of resolution
lingering breaths of quivering whispers
stolen moments of life's endurance
wafting through athanasia's elusion'd moondust
dreams of uninvited icy cloudbursts
plunging wing'd poetry into posterity
remembering future's sacred pinings
like fire gasping under waterfall's torrents
i wished upon a snowflake before it took flight
appease this illusion yet one more night*
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 12:40 PM UTC
Pink: the color they hid from me in the days of dewy youth.
But what I see as pink may be a yellow, green, or blue.
My eyes don't deceive me;
I think yours do: you have not the slightest clue.
Pink: the aid in love's elusion.
Pink the way and pink the means
by which I loved at last!
Still, they all insisted on my blueness
while emboldening dividing lines
dividing most of human kind.
Open minds will quickly find
that nothing and yet everything is pink.
And I loved him as a human,
not an object of desire.
His knees must be weary:
sore from bowing.
He found god between my thighs,
but I found Love between his lungs.
It's okay– at least I felt something.
And now he just abandons me
and -silence- ends my fantasy
and I can see reality.
Could I, would I sacrifice
a stable mind
for one last night?
Would that I could sleep so fine as to
not rely on him beside me,
emboldening dividing lines
dividing most of human kind.
Open minds should quickly find
that nothing and yet everything is pink.
Everything is pink (and yet nothing).
Is it too revealing?
Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 1:06 PM UTC
Piano keys vibrate in his chest
But the lines are so fine and fragile
The notes are falling off the page
Cut out by the cellos maze
Tender differences
Beautiful and strange
He felt almost honored by the elusion music had given birth to
Synthetic love
From batting lashes
Disguised by devine-
rhythm and rhyme
To simply taste the sweets reservation had denied him
(C) Tiffanie Noel Doro
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 10:04 PM UTC
White radiant light and spectral sun
Dark nightshade black and splitting moon.
Here’s dreaming of a fractured world
Where then’s too late and now’s too soon.
White strands float with darkness looming
Fearing what might fail to be
Elusion from that one bright true thing
Cruel circles of eternity.
But when the line of shadow’s passed
And brightness welcomes strands of white
We shall see no shadows last
They grow and fade in Nightshade’s light.
Jun 5, 2020
Jun 5, 2020 at 7:56 PM UTC
Oh how I wish you wouldn’t persist to make my insides miserable. To make them wish that they could run away, away to the day they no longer ache from loneliness and pain. You are a discovered conclusion to the realest illusion of a happy life. Something to help me continue the elusion of the friendly knife. Frightening enough the knife seems more a friend than you since it’s mission of finding me a happy end is true. Drawing me closer and closer while growing more enticing by the moment it prepares to seize the opportunity in hopes to own it. I reach toward you since you’re the obvious choice but that’s the part that’s crazy... Happiness is the desire but remains so lazy while death constantly courts us. How long can we all continue to await love and deny our arranged marriage?
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 2:16 AM UTC
She said,
"I'm looking for someone,
Looking for something."
I asked,
"What is it?"
She replied,
"I can't exactly remember."
I questioned,
"How will you know you've found it?"
She said,
"It's something one can't forget,
Someone never forgotten."
I asked further,
"Well, who is it?"
She said,
"I don't really know,
But I think I've seen them before.
There's an image in my head
And an idea in my mind,
They feel innate to me."
"Are they, though?"
She didn't answer,
"I think if I just do
As my parents have done
And their parents have done,
I'll be all the closer."
I just shook my head and laughed.
"Sorry, I'm not laughing at you.
I just find it funny.
You say you're searching
For something or someone,
And you only have the slightest idea
Of what that is."
"I know, it's a bit silly."
"Why, they could be
Talking to you right now
And you would never know it then!"
"Maybe, maybe not.
I'd like to think
I would recognize it, recognize them."
"Well, you don't think
You're special do you?"
"No more so than anyone else."
"So, how would you know?"
"I guess I just believe,
I have faith in that
Hope shall deliver me.
I try my hardest
To be the best I can be,
I always try to be honest
And act respectfully.
I love with all my heart
And shelter it from nobody."
"Ah, but do you reach?
Do you search your mind
As much as the tangible world?
Perhaps what you're looking for
Can't be found
Without exploring within first.
Perhaps this is the only place
It exists.
Maybe it is a mystery
Confused with fantasy,
Maybe it is a fantasy
Confused with mystery.
Perhaps it can
Only be discovered
By any one individual.
Maybe by elusion,
Made by illusion.
Perhaps it is,
Perhaps it isn't,
Maybe you're just not worthy.
Perhaps you've already eclipsed it."
I had said.
"I'm looking for someone,
Looking for something."
I said.
"What is it?"
She said.
"It's something one can't forget,
Someone never forgotten."
I said.
"Yes, but who remembers?
And what memories?"
She said.
"It's something that can't be held,
But something one must hold.
It's something that can't be told,
But something one must tell.
It's like the melody of a song,
Like the lyrics sung.
It is only as old
As it is young."
I said.
"What is it?"
She said.
"What is it?"
Dec 20, 2024
Dec 20, 2024 at 2:30 PM UTC
*depression licks her lips
and draws her attention on me from across the room
I fumble awkwardly, trying to appear preoccupied
yet there is no escape
my demise is inevitable*
Oct 16, 2011
Oct 16, 2011 at 6:51 AM UTC
Spending time chasing dreams in the dark;
whispering to one another about the things
we call “happiness”.
Checking our pockets for change
to buy hope and keep
our bellies full of joy;
injecting our minds with allusions
to dispel the horrors of our nightmares.
This is our drug
to cope with the fear of
loneliness in the night;
following the tracks to avoid
the slums that we must pass through.
“Love” was never a friend
just the trickster who stole
our moral decency;
the dealer of truth and lies.
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 9:51 PM UTC
Sequacious demonstrative mongrel fantastication
Overt fantasias and monstrance clarification
Rhetorical rote of empirical justification
Whimsical enervations elicit ramification
Incite legendary fables of rectification
Tempestuous mendacious erudite personifications
Endemic epistemological semantics of edification
Evocative illuminism engenders mortification
Judicious spontaneous phantasms of gratification
Numinous salutatory statutes of ratification
Heuristic existentializing empiricisms alleviate confusion
Adamant machismo machinations eliminate delusion
Eulogizing enigma entity’s illustrious illusion
Torridly allusive revelries of reverie effusion
Educing morose maniacal moribundity’s inclusion
Epitomizing empathetic revulsions to corroborate elusion
Probitous erudite solicitations evade contusion
Raunchy riotous accoutrements appreciate exclusion
Optimizing subjunctively torpid recalcitrant collusion
Scenario syntactics of mythically epic allusion
Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 7:52 PM UTC
There are forces working
Too large for me to assimilate,
Recreate,
Dominate.
Time, merciless and determined
Flows quickly through the thick mud of memories
I am caught in.
I see the diamonds of moments time leaves behind.
Encased in their reflection
I stand.
Sticking to myself
While time dances.
A mad dance,
Grotesque and sinister to my pleading eyes,
Begging time to slow to a walk,
And to wander with me through memories.
Those dim and desired,
Blurred and Bright,
Lucid and Loathed.
Some are damaged,
Murky in picture,
But the feelings remain raw,
Fluid and forceful
Flowing in torrents both newly birthed and immutable.
It is clear now,
Time cannot ******* emotion,
And must chase it.
Tumbling on emotion's traces.
In evasion of time, emotion comes full circle.
Caught on the swift cataracts of emotions elusion,
I trip.
Stumbling once again,
Falling farther behind,
As I run after time.
Jul 11, 2010
Jul 11, 2010 at 8:03 PM UTC
my mind wraps tightly around an idea,
but like a rag being rung and twisted unto itself
loses the very water it tries so desperately to hug,
my thoughts seep through the cracks of my word's grasps
Nov 14, 2010
Nov 14, 2010 at 7:20 PM UTC
****** light
straining through a mess of clouds
barely alive
awake without energy
sunlight fading to darkness
as my life fades to death
I die
left broken on the rusty floor
killed by the struggle of the day
as morning light burns bright again
I rise a phoenix
triumphant
new
or am I an elusion
to be tomorrow
a great gift
of life its self
to carry on
if i were tomorrow
Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 11:32 AM UTC
Two strangers looking at each others’ eyes
No words speaking, hearing the sound of their hearts
Urging to talk for awhile, but suddenly they hold back
Afraid to show their feelings, afraid of what's inside
Step...and they walk, strolling along the way
Making their distance closer, feeling each other's phase
Smiles in their faces as they look upon their way
No thoughts around their corners, trying to make it it's their day
Sitting down along the bench, with spaces between them
They look to each other and they hold back again
Hesitant to say a word, reluctant to start a conversation
Silence is just between them, though they do have same intention
"Hey", said the other, "Hi", said the other one
Then silence back to each other as both them turn their heads down
The first one look to the next person and there's that shine in their eyes
Then there they start now talking to each other, they now finally break down the ice
Smiles to laughters, from words to talks
Their heartbeat is the music behind their unwordly souls
Humming to singing, they're now finally in their hands
They just don't want to stop any beginnings, they don't want to stop any lines
Seconds to minutes, minutes to hours
Noon sets to twilight, as the twilight becomes dark
They never notice the time, they just enjoying hanging out
There is this feeling of happiness, but it's not in their hearts
Then it's time to go home, it's time to put things to rest
It's time to think and realize that they are just never meant
It's time to go home now, there are no more things to try
Just forget that single moment, it's time for a sweet goodbye
They never lost each other, there wasn't a thing called love
They just let go of each other, they never lost what they never had
It must have been something, but they just let it gone away
'Cause one of them is still loving the past, and the other is loving in vain.
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 12:59 AM UTC
Something inside me is like a blade
sawing through a nerve,
jittering with the harshest of sounds:
a crash of instruments so horrendous
it pulls the teeth from your skull
and plucks the nails from your fingertips.
Why am I broken? Why is there nothing inside me?
I tried so hard to love, I loved you
the moment you danced for me
that September night, yet I'm fading away.
There's a plastic shell filled
with the thin liquid of my soul
and I'm seeping out through the cracks.
Soon there'll be little left of me,
only the slightest trickling of leftover fluid
which managed to elude the cruel, thieving hearts
who took me for their own. Where will I be
after your hands brush the surface of my cheeks
and try to fix the many fractures in my body?
I'm going to be left alone and afraid
in the dark at the end, regardless
of who looks at me with light in their eyes
tonight. All of them are the same
when the clouds fall around my mind
and I'm blinded by acid rain
burning the eyes out of my head.
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 2:53 PM UTC
I’ve searched, I’ve lost, I cannot find,
My friend and constant companion.
Where he went, indecipherable to me,
I’ve lost him yet again.
So back I go to the world of ticking clocks,
Of passing time and children growing older.
To see if he is sill-bound still;
If he lingered when I left.
The window’s threshold does not halt me,
Or the fairy that ensues me.
Distracted- shut her in a drawer,
Find my comrade- Laying on the floor.
Shadow! I have found him now,
But why refuse to stick to me?
No facile falling into place,
No soap will stick his feet to mine.
I jump and squirm and shriek at him,
And dampness fills my eyes for him,
Until a sweet voice breaks the dawn,
Needle, kiss, and thread in hand.
She ties us close at tips of toes;
And Shadow fights for Shadow knows!
He, who long has gone astray,
Life of elusion left to boast!
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 11:30 AM UTC
elusive illusion
desires and fantasies
illusive elusion
Mar 12, 2012
Mar 12, 2012 at 7:43 AM UTC
The voice keeps telling -
move away from calling
the gold of the world
that brings myopic healing
which is deceiving those seeing
The voice keeps telling
Invite it to your support
do not wonder who is telling
and you will have a good rapport
The voice keeps telling
only you can hear the voice
telling you to be wise in your choice
in order not to be an accomplice
what is this telling voice?
a spirit of advice?
A lyncher of artifice?
The voice keeps telling
invite me to your occasion
I am a good decision
makes for you a good dimension
for the conclusion
is not an elusion
The voice keeps telling -
taking the voice for bad thing
could be misleading
Because you can not escape the voice
Which keeps warning
from pleasure doing
it is apart of your life
Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 5:19 AM UTC
Talking so often distracts from doing.
Truest Wisdom needn't advertise itself:
her Art is elusion; her mirror: all things.
Worthy are those aware of reflections.
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 1:06 PM UTC
Sequacious demonstrative mongrel fantastication
Overt fantasias and monstrance clarification
Rhetorical rote of empirical justification
Whimsical enervations elicit ramification
Incite legendary fables of rectification
Tempestuous mendacious erudite personifications
Endemic epistemological semantics of edification
Evocative illuminism engenders mortification
Judicious spontaneous phantasms of gratification
Numinous salutatory statutes of ratification
Heuristic existentializing empiricisms alleviate confusion
Adamant machismo machinations eliminate delusion
Eulogizing enigma entity’s illustrious illusion
Torridly allusive revelries of reverie effusion
Educing morose maniacal moribundity’s inclusion
Epitomizing empathetic revulsions to corroborate elusion
Probitous erudite solicitations evade contusion
Raunchy riotous accoutrements appreciate exclusion
Optimizing subjunctively torpid recalcitrant collusion
Scenario syntactics of mythically epic allusion
Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 1:28 AM UTC
I am your heart, I am your brain,
I am your balm, I am your pain
I am your confliction, I am what you abhor,
I am the keeper of your secrets, and of so much more
I am the racing pulse, and the throbbing vein,
I am the fuel of insanity, that oddly keeps you sane
I am the untouchable, that you know you want to touch,
I am the subject of your elusion, when you’ve had too much
I am your guard, that you guard yourself from
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 2:40 AM UTC
Once upon a time ago
This time in memory wanes
A friend I once came to know
Is no where now it seems
There are times it feels I'm getting close
But each time the disappointment grows
Searching and longing eternally
For the feeling that comes and goes
How easily apeased in youth
The simple things delighted
Now soured into bitter vermouth
Contentment uninvited
Seeking but continued elusion
The feeling now is just confusion
Wanting and waiting impatiently
For the feeling I let go
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 12:31 AM UTC
The caffeine in your head
will make you drop dead.
Timelines in the eyes of the
mind mapped by lies and despise.
Graveyard’s shift for your honey
make way for the tiny memory
in your casket
it’s a hole dug for you.
Muses of the foolish that once roamed
they lived and once owned
every shape and shadow
waving goodbyes and hellos.
Music plays on while they snore
louder than the machine
making time stop and start
at the life of the pitiful
monsters flooding melodies,
conquering dreams,
crying throughout
the phantom of disguise.
The bared and concealed lie
across each other
finding peace among
wars of the genuine
soldiers fly around the clouds
rivers flow by you
when you don’t need them
(don’t presume)
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 11:46 AM UTC