"encapsuled" poems
Since you've been away
I've trailed the wake of the clouds
Just crumbling clay...
That lay in the shade that enshrouds
Depending on the ifs and mays.
Wake up, my love...
Since you haven't been here
The sky did nothing but only sang
Ambient translations of mocks and jeers
As the green blades of earth bared their fangs
Mischievous songs that I've held dear.
Wake up, my love...
Since you've been gone
I've realised that I'm not moving
And you too, haven't moved since last dawn
A reality all too disheartening
Bits of me all cut up and sawn.
Wake up my love...
Since you've been missing
I am never whole, and never will
A lifetime of endless chasing
Bottomless jar without a seal
Void clustered emptiness in need of filling.
Wake up, my love...
Since you've been absent
I could only hope for this lungful
To lead me to subsequent
Ones that taste like bitter pills encapsuled.
Mind full of drugs running rampant.
Wake up, my love...
Since you wouldn't have known
What these days are like...
Time induced tumours have grown
The hours impale with temporal spikes...
Inseminating malignant thoughts soon to be sown.
Wake up, my love...
Since you've been away
I'm a player hoping for a fair game
Nonetheless still crumbling clay...
That lay in the dark just the same
Choking on the what ifs and what mays.
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 12:16 PM UTC
Everything stands frozen for an enternity, encapsuled in just a moment of time
Your notice your heart stops beating, the rhythm that has sustained you long before you were aware
Your throat constricts, suddenly unable to draw in the oxygen that feeds your body
Your next breath stagnates inside your lungs, decomposing with each missing heartbeat
Your stomach plummets towards the floor, falling further than the earths crust
Your intestines squirm inside your cavity as they disintegrate into nothingness
As your eyes begin to sting and water, overfilling until they breech the dam
Your heart finally remembers to beat, faster than ever before
And your jaw finally falls, along with the rest of your face to form a silent
"oh"
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 10:26 AM UTC
The inner works of me
Grinding gears of bone amidst a ruby sea
Encapsuled within canals of running vein
Running to and from the station of the heart, an endless train
The inner workings of me
A flowing mind composed with pure memories
A simple wanting to be more than par
With dreams that far outnumber stars
The inner workings of me
A planted seed of aspiration reaping fruit from this tree
My limbs reaching towards the dawn
A hopeful poet, writing on
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 11:54 AM UTC
My mind tricked my body into believing reality is an illusion
aloofness
deeply rooted
in seclusion caused delusion.
If the shoe fits
tighten loose fits
with a noose fit
for your waist
hiken up those hand me downs
I might get up the might
to take a liking to
the sights and sounds
divide it up
and write it down
and share another view for you
and maybe switch your attitude
towards working towards your
aptitude
some interesting app and views
on your social network laugh and use
it as a way of getting back at you.
Cuz I was never shown the ropes
We do a little do-si-do
in hopes that we can hold our own
when goin' toe to toe
most I know was grown in home
groan and moan
touchdown endzone
E.T... phone home
Throw sticks and stones
I'm at work ...your home alone
with nothing better to do so ...
get ahold
of that broad you know
with the older bro
the more brew he brings the less I know
'fo show....
The stage is set
so raise your bets
abstain, obsess,
complain, upset
Upbeat,
down sweat ...
But we regress to benefit
Extravagance
encapsuled in
outlandish acts of fallacy
Don't be mad at me
cuz im moving up gradually
and actually
beatin mes a fantasy
That could only occur in your wildest dreams ...so close your eyes
Look inside
Your minds eye..
Let the imagery
shift your tendencies..
Lecture me on pins and needles
The Seamless
seamstress
seems stressed in the fetal position within but able to deal at her wits end wishing
she could talk just feels like no one would listen
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 8:04 AM UTC
on dark days, he felt like stale coffee that got stuck on the roof of your mouth, something you consciously kept tonguing to remove but couldn’t
and on brighter days, he felt like a warm cup of tea pressed to your palms, a warmth you wanted to last much longer but couldn’t
he was the type of boy who’ll stay up with you ‘til 3am just for senseless banter because he knows it makes you happy
he’s a boy with arms you’d always feel homesick for, even if you were already encapsuled in them
he always liked to read you poems, bad ones and good ones, just to see you both annoyed and interested
the first time he held your hand, he held it so tight you forgot which hand was yours
on bright nights, it felt like love tracing constellations on both your collarbones
and on darker nights, it felt like love restricting your lungs to breathe
but whether it’s dark or it’s bright, it was always the kind of love that made your bones ache and your insides give up on you
it was the only kind of love he knew enough to give you
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 4:59 AM UTC
It was not memory but
mere imagination
A heavenly bud
Enticed by the beauty of earth
left its throne up above
In mountains it desired to grow
In hills it wanted to flower
In plains and pleatues
of everywhere in earth it needed to reach
dancing with sandstorms
swirling in hurricanes
floating along streams and rivers
meeting the waves of ocean
it was not dream
a mere imagination
a heavenly flower
encapsuled in golden vase
in world of dreams
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 10:10 PM UTC