"engulfment" poems
we are merely children
that continue growing.
loneliness is a struggle
but so is engulfment.
to plunge into commitment
with hopes for each day to rise with opportunity
and excitement, and for each day to prove more time wasted,
brings upon an emotional sickness known as heart ache.
a lover is to not just love,
but to follow and to lead.
however my love is wandering, lost.
trapped and wondering, is this love enough?
again my heart yearns for something else than what it's given,
yet is so afraid to remove the safety of what it already has to venture anew,
where a different kind of loneliness awaits.
feeling hopeless in a hopeful time
rendering gifts of promise useless
I admit I'm not pure, that I find moments where I'm not only the prey
but hunting, and the cycle of my torment is guided by my own self.
for lack of decisiveness, and abundance of indecision.
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 6:52 PM UTC
Such a tedious thing,
I sense our existence appears.
For my chest to breech to the sky,
A tightened blossom of whipping purity.
Then to sink towards such a vicarious engulfment of hell.
With each palpitating symposium,
My lungs waver.
To crust over,
and bless the,
upon gilded guffaws.
Perturbed of my ascension.
Or shall they sink,
Sallow under chagrined blasphemy,
My horridness inked upon
parchment seasoned skin.
Not but,
a child of bitter consideration.
I shall butter myself in ashes,
just to perceive myself a shadow.
For at dusk's beckon,
perturbed; to kiss the constellations.
Blemishes I conjured,
beneath a quavering lip,
a gentle crease of my nose.
I silence their whimpering of wrongdoings,
which I have failed to rupture.
To exhale,
in such a bubbling manner.
It gurgles at my lips.
Dribbles before me,
Whilst the sun blinks back a yawn.
Yet, upon a lunar serenade,
the talons which protrude from my veins,
writhes gruesome.
To my supposed
talents,
I see no anchor.
From them, to what lay before me.
To where I shall drift.
And good sir,
label my simplistic existence,
if you must.
Yet I shall soon die,
and so, you will too.
And by that flicker of seconds,
we should matter no more.
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 8:59 PM UTC
Twenty nine times I said I loved you
Twenty nine times I said I cared
Twenty nine days I waited
Just for you to reappear
From the dark depths
That calls you home
An everlasting engulfment
That I could never know
Twenty nine dots
We counted everyone
Twenty nine reasons
You wish they were all gone
I wish I could have been your savior
I wish I could have been the one
That could show you beautiful mercy
From a life that has gone all wrong
Twenty nine day dreams
Of your beauty and love
And that you would come back
And hold me in your black-veined arms
Don't be so quiet
Please don't you hide
Twenty nine days of solitude
For both you and I
My day dreams turned nightmares
Of how you could be there
On the floor of your bedroom
Eyes glazed and mouth open
Twenty nine needles spoke vicious lies
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 1:03 AM UTC
I want to
Bite off your lip ring
And taste your blood
As I kiss you
Trying to consume you
Fiery in my conquest
As I travel to warmer regions
And I discover
Another set of lips
I must devour
Gripping you
Like my life
Depends
On my not letting go,
As I lap up your truth serum
The vulnerability of you
And the willingness of me
To embrace ourselves
A passionate engulfment
Of all the silent moments
That led to this
Havoc of beating pulses,
Sweat like morning dew
Gleaming off your body
I burrow deep into your soul,
Outside the dead of winter
Still lingers,
I don't ever want to leave...
APAD13 - 145 © okpoet
Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 7:40 AM UTC
Sometimes, what I really want
Is to be engulfed in silence
To blink, and open my eyes
Greeted by nothingness
Just gentle nothingness
I'd blink
Close
Open
Eyes
And still
Nothing
And I'd just sit there
Silence holding my everything
Caressing flesh
And allowing nothing to pierce my thoughts and hearing
Save for whatever I decide to allow
I'd see nothing
No one
Ne'er a voice nor another body
Sometimes, I wish to be engulfed by silence
And allow it to become my everything
I'd finally have time to cry
To decompress
To allow every pain that I've experienced
Every frustration
Every curiosity
Every emotion
To be released
And once I'd done mine,
I'd ask for yours
And if you'd let me,
I'd throw all your pain into the silence
And we'd never hear from it again
The silence
For if one allows engulfment for too long
One truly must face self
And this I assure you
Insanity follows
Without others
Without Him
Without friends, families, lovers, strangers, acquaintances, enemies, bosses, & coworkers
Silence is nice
But I'm glad I am where I am
Because I can wish for silence
Desire engulfment
But secretly be so blessed,
That while I wish
I do not truly desire.
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 10:31 PM UTC
Much like the shining freckles of light
That gleam so bright in the pit of night
So far away from my outstretched hand
Above the sand of this windswept land
The distant road of my future bears
Many snags to catch me unawares
I ponder and think; I wonder why
Every choice I try to modify
But the future always makes it seem
Like it has no theme, no place for a dream
And I feel so scared; I feel so lost
The future's will shakes me tempest-tossed
An ocean of chaos, confusion, and fears
My life-boat is near a sea of tears
Drifting along with the ocean’s will
Living the thrill yet inept to fulfill
My dreams, my wishes, as well as my hope
Are caught in a whirlpool, devoid of a rope
Frightened of failure; unsure of success
I need to address an engulfment of stress
Racked by worries and subsumed by doubt,
Is a land of drought the only route?
I cling to the wish for an uphill climb,
And hope for the chance of a lifetime.
I weigh each moment I have yet unspent
I’d never resent to trail my intent
Yet distractions make it hard to decide,
Do I push them aside or let them reside?
Each choice I make creates a new road
So I’ll take the one that’s best bestowed
Sep 8, 2011
Sep 8, 2011 at 12:24 PM UTC
Old hands grasp,
no hands extend.
Old eyes plead,
no eyes listen.
Old eyes close,
no eyes cry.
Jan 14, 2011
Jan 14, 2011 at 3:03 AM UTC
No shock, no engulfment...
Just the natural corollary to physical birth.
Death is standing on your porch screaming out
and beckoning you to come downstairs.
Unbudgeable and unbribeable.
The eternal, unbiased judge
is holding the Book of Life,
Your name no longer written in it.
The great leveller not paid for favors
is riding triumphantly his chariot
The dead, the great and small
now standing before the Throne.
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 7:17 AM UTC
In warm sunlight
upon my neck I feel soft shivers
as you caress my sweat
and you carry the soft cries
of a hummingbird
who's little wings beat their full power
against your gentle storm.
A gentle whiff
of a foul scent
descends upon my sense
and I resent that you've left me
but if I give you time
you return with a strength so beautiful
the odor is destroyed
and wisps of my hair flutter
like parade flags
praising your gentle demeanor
and soothing murmur
but in the dark storm
with lightning crackles
cast by gods or science
your presence is fearsome
you are esteemed to be the terror of a shrieking Mother
Nature, and by nature - you cannot be stopped,
only regarded with delightfully reverential eyes
eyes filled with tears
perhaps your tears
as raindrops are launched
with the same ominous power used to toy with waves
tease oceanic squalls
flirt with floods
and ravage each land chosen
because heatwave or frozen
only your reckoning
gives birth or destruction
to vim
from your feeble whim
but I will ever call
for the tantalizing effect you direct
to my cells that come alive when you fill the streets
with your choice of a dainty fulfillment
or dark engulfment
of the sensations I possess
and I ask for nothing less
only for recognition
of your influential status
and you claim dominance
oh, World's preeminent
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 12:08 PM UTC
The last Love letter
****** up inside this night
I strive for my escape
The darkness it bleeds with my every scorn
screams and apathetic shrills
The darkness goes on filling ink to my blood
My eyes encircled with blue rampart
Wrinkling skins over memories growing weary
I stay sinking down being ******
Spilling blood over my inks
The paper won't stay blank
it will play melencholic tunes of love
While I don't see the end to this engulfment
My desires will perish before light sees me
But this letter shall be my gift
to haunt you with my presence
for all suns and moons you swagged
Till you get your life crumbled
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 2:14 AM UTC
I'm stuck in an in-between
and it seems to me
that to be in the middle
of an emotion
of a fear
is more tantalizing
than the engulfment of a solid knowing
I'm stuck in an in-between
and it's paralyzing me
Do I harden the door that sits in the pupil of my eye?
Do I fall to my knees?
I'm stuck in an in-between
and there's all this tension seeping out of me
in smothering screams
Do I lessen my grip on your gravity?
or Do I give more of my naivety?
I'm stuck in an in-between
and it's gonna make a black hole out of me.
Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 3:20 PM UTC
Dare I use my brain? To unravel mysteries of heartache and pain
Dare I use my brain? To avenge justice when it fails to explain
When my soul is empty of another’s reign
When I have been captured by a fleshly ordain.
Dare I use my brain?
To vanquish the moments empty of aim or judgment
Those moments when absence of mind led to joyful engulfment!
The instants when the light of the sun swim against cold rain,
When my heart glares at the conquer of brain.
The blissful seconds of a minds’ verdict failed,
The moment memory is unto mind nailed.
Those flashes and this when I fail to explain,
Why this soul cannot be reasoned by brain.
Jul 3, 2012
Jul 3, 2012 at 8:46 AM UTC
Pain.
Emotional torment.
A cruel battlefield of unfair strategies.
Hate.
Bitter engulfment.
A taste so sour against love.
Guilt.
Worthless suffocation.
A brainwash of lies.
Anger.
Selfish entrapment.
A young over indulgence .
Pity.
Forgiveness overflowed.
A river to clean my hands of you.
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 4:30 AM UTC
I tell the heart what to think,
i tell the heart what to feel,
but its ruthless blind decision,
sent it on its own erand,
to there where it ravages lie,
there where it woes are designed.
In its engulfment its grips flee,
at the aura of your presence it vulnerability emerged.
In thorn and jaded i gathered my nights,
my eyes goes on erand, when all goes to slumber,
counting painstakingly numbers of my ceiling.
At the brightning of your teeth
when they are uncovered from your smiles,
all host my sleepless night.
At the ogle of your eyes
my heart looses its defences,
in this ocean where my heart swims in your thought i write,
from the dawn i set my gaze on you,
my heart knows no pleasure in rest.
Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 11:21 AM UTC
My mother seven five eight, losing till you cannot create
Post after ten o clock, I see numbers scratching a mark
I’m in the bathroom at seven, the grandeur, the pastures, the foreheads
My endure is blasted, singing right to the ones who knew
The night’s ticking out till 5 am, 5 am, 5 am
That’s where you come from in dark amends, braving send, dark amends
The hornets and brass of thunder tail, soothing scale, fairy tale
Pristine engulfment of the whale
Pour the anchor out of the cup again
Take my name so I’m leaning at the eye
(Movies fill my eyelids)
With the one can’t be tamed
To write it up, but see nothing right
(Undo gamer sparkle)
The penumbra of sharpened cries
The bells inside your eyes
I need it
(Oil of sundry cancer)
The mendacity hiding
The ghost of the future is too long past
Curling jokers in and out of the pout, for a cloud, till I’m drowned
The markers on the board **** me out, liquid bound, writing round
The masking of the drill cuts the sound, could be found, always loud
Under the stars under everyone
(Toilet mustard heartache)
(Pills that contour grand estate)
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 5:15 PM UTC