"eternalized" poems
I would like to write a poem
Just to scare you so
Cause you said you were weary
Of the poems that we sow
You're afraid of being immortalized
Within the scriptures that we write
You're afraid of the things we'll say
Scared it will leave a nasty bite
The words that we pour out
Are the retellings of our soul
The life that we have created
Our personal bible that makes us whole
You're slightly disturbed that we write
But also partially flattered
Though you would prefer to be left out
In case we leave you in tatters
You told me as you read through
A poem about yourself
"I have to be weary of what I say"
Relax, dont get too full of yourself
We write from the heart
unleashing monsters of all Kinds
Through we gain a sense of control
Control of the insanity of ones mind
Through poems of endless words
Letters strung together by string
A silver tongue out to express
A mind field of eternal sins
Beautiful phases of our love
Cut out from our still beating hearts
Each poem carefully crafted
As the world begins tearing us apart
Dont fault us for our creations
For this is our escape
eternalized within this site
Filling our voids
Its the Perfect shape
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 4:56 AM UTC
Put the long boat in the deep waters of the mind the calm peaceful knowing all is glowing we glide not
Knowing where were going the subconscious will be our guide dividing the two worlds the quiet
Submersible is wild anything may be floating in these depths we have left shore far behind truly
We have entered unchartered waters there is no fixable Bering a lustiness takes over there is no helm
Just a pervading looseness not unsettling but truly uncharacteristic for the coconscious must always
Have a grip a grasp of what is where it is and every detail must be quantified now all senses are blown
A storm is brewing its far reaches unknown but there is softness that excludes fear the overriding
Thought is possibilities can be forged maximized eternalized thoughts are ghost like unknown entities
They were formally known but now remain a mystery dislodged from thought bases that are not solid
All is free association tantalizing in one sense then disconcerting in another what do I do with my mind
Surly it has jumped off the track I could be bewildered if I could get a hold on the situation free flowing
Unspoken but still distinctively saying volumes where is the slow button reams voluminous thoughts
Are spewing into nothingness being lost I can’t keep up the discernible is mixed with eons and theorems
Time and space is void of meaning the world here is elastic mass it convulses at will no parameters exist
The only thing constant is high velocity change being in one place is impossible all is jumbled who stirred
This caldron in my mind voice and pure thought are the same think it know it what burdensome lives we
Live when it is all a tattered sail on rough seas we behold nothing know nothing in the extreme
Romanticism blurts out sail for Trafalgar we are strangers in a plush gifted void try as we will there is
No simple answers but we are a simple people truly the only time were are fit is when we are sound
Asleep well then sleep on and I will do the same dreaming is therapeutic just think how crazy we would
Be without it
Nov 17, 2011
Nov 17, 2011 at 5:41 AM UTC
Do I still call out to the saints?
If my nightly prayers remained
Unanswered
For the longest time
For how I longed
To hold her hands
To gaze at her eyes
To be eternalized as one
But my delusions
Were always shattered by the faint of heart
That weighs, unsteadily heavy still
Cause everywhere I go
I’m confronted by my fears
And everyday I hoped
That even after all these years
That someday, you’ll be mine
I keep on formulating
Various questions in my mind
But I’m too scared to know,
Of the answers I will find
If ever, you replied
But I’ll find, the words, to say
I’ll find, the words, to say
Someday
Regrets come to play
At the form of actions undone
That up to this day, still religiously haunt me
As shadows of the past
Her, being a constant audience of one
In my theatric, electric dreams
Looking up to that fictional stage
With diamond eyes that seem to gleam
A bitter reminder of what could have been the sweetest tale ever told
Oh, what I’d give for her to be mine to hold
Keep your distance away from the bright burning lights
Give me a sign that you will be all right
Let me have this dance to show you the wrongs and rights
Although the lessons can't be fit into one night
Aug 10, 2012
Aug 10, 2012 at 12:47 PM UTC
There was a dreamer boy who dreams a lot and does nothing. He plays also when the boy had a pre-examine,
When he entered the pre-examine, he failed. He sang
As this
I dream to be a butterfly
Go everywhere and fly
See beautiful colors at my eye
Smell good odor thing in the weather
See smart thing everywhere
Amuse with time with a fly in the atmosphere
I dream to be a bee
Travel in places and see
Good flower and immediately be
On it to **** nectar with happy
To convert soon in my abdomen to into honey
That makes all nature good and happy
I want to be a whale
Swim in deep and see all
The swimmers in deep and call
At them as I am stronger than all
Her sister heard him and said
Be Butterfly, bee, and whale
That's good but the best, I see
To be a human as you are?
Study hard, to get the dream actual in a way
Help the weak, be clever is the happy
Get a good chance and have a high degree
Make you famous over the all
They the woman, the boy and the girl say
We must work hard
We must make the heart
Of our nation above the land
In all fields, fly in the sky
As sky get up over and high
See the others on the earth
As stunts and our nation is giant
It must be eternalized and be grand
By science, by faith and by working hard
The boy leaves the dream and the play and studies hard
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 1:15 AM UTC
You whispered darkness
In my ear
In quick urging tones
And swore me to secrecy.
I craved for lights..
No…
…Not the gaudy ocher lamps
Flickering on the walls
Of Your spring,
Sawan
Or hail
…But the
Hesitant greys
That lurk somewhere
In …
twilights
Deceptively eternalized by you
Yet…
…untouched by me
You swore me to secrecy…
You always did
Now you know
Why I never did... obey
Dec 23, 2010
Dec 23, 2010 at 8:24 AM UTC
It all began on the night
I came back
Spotted one in the alley
Thought its bright pink
Had a pretty glow
In the dark.
Then I met one more
And another;
True Love spread
All over town
I would photograph
Each one
With my heart.
Starting to look for it
Proved to be
The wrong habit;
As it is written on the wall
That is when
I would least find it --
And once I had forgotten
Out of nowhere
Someone out there
Made certain
It was now time
To be
Reminded.
True Love is everywhere
True Love comes
In all shapes and sizes
Eternalized
In the most symbolic places
On that brick
On a trash
At times spelled backwards
Others
With a message
I would cogitate on
Long after.
The last one
Was that kind
Its sense
Divine;
It read Love True
And in my heart of hearts
I knew;
What makes Love true
Is the way I love you.
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 7:32 AM UTC
Bedazzled Dreamer
Put the long boat in the deep waters of the mind the calm peaceful knowing all is glowing we glide not
Knowing where were going the subconscious will be our guide dividing the two worlds the quiet
Submersible is wild anything may be floating in these depths we have left shore far behind truly
We have entered unchartered waters there is no fixable Bering a lustiness takes over there is no helm
Just a pervading looseness not unsettling but truly uncharacteristic for the coconscious must always
Have a grip a grasp of what is where it is and every detail must be quantified now all senses are blown
A storm is brewing its far reaches unknown but there is softness that excludes fear the overriding
Thought is possibilities can be forged maximized eternalized thoughts are ghost like unknown entities
They were formally known but now remain a mystery dislodged from thought bases that are not solid
All is free association tantalizing in one sense then disconcerting in another what do I do with my mind
Surly it has jumped off the track I could be bewildered if I could get a hold on the situation free flowing
Unspoken but still distinctively saying volumes where is the slow button reams voluminous thoughts
Are spewing into nothingness being lost I can’t keep up the discernible is mixed with eons and theorems
Time and space is void of meaning the world here is elastic mass it convulses at will no parameters exist
The only thing constant is high velocity change being in one place is impossible all is jumbled who stirred
This caldron in my mind voice and pure thought are the same think it know it what burdensome lives we
Live when it is all a tattered sail on rough seas we behold nothing know nothing in the extreme
Romanticism blurts out sail for Trafalgar we are strangers in a plush gifted void try as we will there is
No simple answers but we are a simple people truly the only time were are fit is when we are sound
Asleep well then sleep on and I will do the same dreaming is therapeutic just think how crazy we would
Be without it
Aug 29, 2012
Aug 29, 2012 at 10:40 AM UTC
Take me back to Tennessee in the Garten of Kinder
The border of the south where there's barely a winter
And when there was, the snow was stolen
From the boy next door who wanted some snowmen
Take me back to the eggs on the floor where she slipped
But she was okay after Mommy's forehead kiss
Take me back to the little things that made it all okay
Take me back to that fight we had every other day
Because we loved too much to keep up a fight
So we took some breaks for one day or a night
Take me back to the "friends forever"
Forever eternalized:
Misremembered
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 10:17 AM UTC
To you i never knew.
You are not forgotten.
The blackened angel cannot take your memory from those who still weep your name.
To you i never knew.
You are still loved.
The eternal potion of aphrodite lingers
And the proven love remains.
To you i never knew.
You are very real.
The salty sands of the summer tides
Is where I imagine you reside.
To you i never knew.
You are mourned by a friend.
The winter of life's bitterness
Keeps you in her heart.
To you i never knew.
You are significant.
The weight of your death holds on her heart
Is enough to be felt by me.
To you i never knew.
You are to be eternalized.
The longer end of the eternal circle shall come back
To console those you left behind.
To you i never knew.
You are remembered.
The icy veins cast by me melt,
As she embraces the thought of you.
To you i never knew.
You are cared by even me.
The only way I can console
Her is to write this for you.
To you i never knew.
You are truly beloved.
The best tribute from me to you
Is For her to know someone else cares.
Jan 14, 2013
Jan 14, 2013 at 12:46 PM UTC
Put the long boat in the deep waters of the mind the calm peaceful knowing all is glowing we glide not
Knowing where were going the subconscious will be our guide dividing the two worlds the quiet
Submersible is wild anything may be floating in these depths we have left shore far behind truly
We have entered unchartered waters there is no fixable Bering a lustiness takes over there is no helm
Just a pervading looseness not unsettling but truly uncharacteristic for the coconscious must always
Have a grip a grasp of what is where it is and every detail must be quantified now all senses are blown
A storm is brewing its far reaches unknown but there is softness that excludes fear the overriding
Thought is possibilities can be forged maximized eternalized thoughts are ghost like unknown entities
They were formally known but now remain a mystery dislodged from thought bases that are not solid
All is free association tantalizing in one sense then disconcerting in another what do I do with my mind
Surly it has jumped off the track I could be bewildered if I could get a hold on the situation free flowing
Unspoken but still distinctively saying volumes where is the slow button reams voluminous thoughts
Are spewing into nothingness being lost I can’t keep up the discernible is mixed with eons and theorems
Time and space is void of meaning the world here is elastic mass it convulses at will no parameters exist
The only thing constant is high velocity change being in one place is impossible all is jumbled who stirred
This caldron in my mind voice and pure thought are the same think it know it what burdensome lives we
Live when it is all a tattered sail on rough seas we behold nothing know nothing in the extreme
Romanticism blurts out sail for Trafalgar we are strangers in a plush gifted void try as we will there is
No simple answers but we are a simple people truly the only time were are fit is when we are sound
Asleep well then sleep on and I will do the same dreaming is therapeutic just think how crazy we would
Be without it
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 4:28 PM UTC
was i ever there were you ever here
or was it but a dream conjured by empty fear
secrets bleed through the walls
like footsteps echo through silent halls
I tried so hard to make this something more
yet we're still slipping, slipping through the cracks in this old floor
I wonder if He'll recognize this temple upon return
if not full of holes from worms
then reduced to ash from when it burned
and if its but a husk but a hollow empty shell
why does every single scratch, scar an eternalized tale
if this truly is the temple
perhaps I'll etch character in the walls
so that upon but a glance any newcomer can know it all
i dreamt of you the night I died
somehow we shared a whole lifetime
eternity is in the mind
relative is all our time
was i ever really there
were you ever even here
will we ever get whats fair
did we live our lives in fear
I heard the words you never spoke
Read the tomes you never wrote
If you walk away now I will fold my hand
But if you choose to stay the wager stands
If these walls could talk the things they'd say
Imagine the promises they've witnessed break
Oh the ridiculous things we pray
I wonder if its something to do with the snake
temptation yields resistance or defeat but rarely both
I'll try my very best but I'll make no oath
if we retain our humanity
we sacrifice divinity
free will free will how I've missed you so
yet the books say you died long ago
she asked me why
why are you always thinking
why can't you rest your weary head
I asked her why
why she was always drinking
but she never said, no she never said
we felt the divide we felt the separation
I drifted from her side she sank to resignation
I've lost all control here I've lost it all
you never had it don't you know dear
just let the chips fall
you can never run fast enough to escape the truth
maybe if you slow down it will blaze right past you
the most intense pains lacking longevity are the ones that we can bare
but the dull aches lasting eternity cause us to pull out our hair
I wrote you my secrets but you never read them
I told you my regrets but you never listened
I'm trying harder now I'm trying harder than before
We're sinking deeper now, we're sinking deeper through the floor.
You turn your back on me
You leave me empty and ashamed
You turn your back on me
Still somehow I feel I'm to blame
I'm everything you always wanted to see
I'm everything I never wanted to be
I'm everything, everything but me
I'm tired of breaking down I just can't do it anymore
You sinking deeper now sinking deeper through the floor
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 12:33 AM UTC
Weak static creates an uncomfortable tautness in the air.
A sound emitted from the screen is heavy, weighing.
Muted light grips to ions which imperceptibly moss over the dusty glass monitor.
A world within a dish.
Slapdash pixilation.
Fragments—just fractions, part in snaps.
No image takes form in the storm of digitalized points, indistinctive refrain is absently composed.
The apartment, thick with a cloudy green hue.
Stripped, pink shoulders, a flush which spreads in a subtle frenzy—
Bleeds across an exposed chest.
Vulnerable core.
Noticeably contracting, beating the high concentration of life from one source
Into branched capillaries.
Into plush, coy lips—
Hush.
Sinews tear, a dark liquid pools, liberated from perforations.
Flowing from the source and staining porcelain teeth.
Indulgence.
The innate capability to devour proves true outside feasting.
Femininity of unbridled ******* and echoing amusement,
Eternalized.
Cataplexies pressed and dried upon blank, white pages which prove difficult to turn—
only facilitated by the hand of time.
A vast expanse of briny depths outstretches further than what’s perceivable.
Waves rock a feeble coo which escapes from child’s lips at the spectacle of a mother.
Cri de Coeur
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 12:28 AM UTC
What's a story without purpose.
My heart flutters uneasy when I think about my final draft.
I stapled my soul to another page not knowing what happens when both pages rip apart.
There are two tiny holes eternalized.
Forever missing those fragments.
Forever just a little empty inside.
The first page needs a new staple.
The ending needs to be rewritten -trash the other page, staple another.
What will be the new ending to my story?
What do I write on the next blank page?
I have no ******* clue.
Honestly, I'm still stuck on the first draft.
Naive enough to get attached, I thought it was absolutely perfectly dreadfully uncensored.
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 10:59 PM UTC
Thru the Sculpture Garden
growing
the abstractions of mind.
The eternalized figures of history
"in the adamant of time"
in snow and summers
unfeeling.
Above,
grey cloud movement,
sun struck stratum peeking,
blue still further
turn black in the spinning.
Still stand the immortals,
material collective remembrance
in public parks,
in museums
kept clean from
ever eventual rust
to prove and give substance
our conquest of space
and time.
Still,
slow creeping the dust
ever settles
back to soil
& flame
while in light path-finding
vines cloak the bronze,
the stones in growth.
'round the patient legs
of war heroes frozen,
the vines
still fighting.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 1:49 PM UTC
You say in order to
move forward,
I must comply
with your said,
way.
Yet it is not a matter of forward love,
or that I MUST ever stay,
we are both moving forward,
it always seems the way,
as I am sure the sun
will shine so bright that day,
The day you take my hand
and we step into the sea,
where you crash
with me the waves,
and then suddenly we're free,
just take my hand-
my soul,
please come with me and be,
I am the mirror to your soul
just look and you will see
Though it is up to you -
my love,
together or alone,
how we travel on ahead
solus or as one,
I am yours eternalized,
beyond my body dead.
Ma Cherie © 2017
Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 10:54 AM UTC
Its hard to understand the unspoken
Devotion to become one of the chosen
They take the ones we love the most
But humans also shove souls to ghost
Will depression last forever
Till i pull the lever of my own endeavor
To love the one in the reflection
And choose my direction
To be eternalized to satisfy
The saddest lie that death will just multiply
But who's next and who's does it effect
The ones with passion and the most respect
Therapy shows that mentally
We create hate through jealousy
Please understand the comprehension
Im not asking for your likes or your attention
Because i know you see it even through poor vision
But the choice to make things better is your decision.
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 1:09 AM UTC
I want you to play me like a guitar
Let your song be heard through me and
play my chords ever so gently,
as if you were brushing your hair
Tune my strings to your liking, for I live for you.
And let these words rain true in song, eternalized,
You and I
Take me on the road in your tattered case
Play me to get by, but don’t worry about my feelings
I’ll be just fine.
Memorize every hickey on my neck, every knick, and every fret.
But don’t fret over me.
Feel the smooth waxed skin I wear, decorated with stickers
to let the whole world know I belong to you,
because the way your hands caress me
tells me that you are mine.
Together we make the perfect song
A blissful and tragic story, that was meant to be
We’ll stay on this road forever, You and I
Cause girl, what we got is something to sing about
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 4:31 PM UTC
He was my first
Love
My first
Heartbreak
He was the first
Boy who made me smile
Yet
Cry a thousand tears
He was the first boy
To keep me awake all night
That left me
Feeling hopeless but full of light
He was the first
Sunset at the dawn
Glowing with colours so bright
But he was also quite capable
Of being the terrors of the night
He was warm
Chocolate brown eyes
His smile set blaze to my heart
But all while tearing it apart
He was cold
Stringing me along for fun
Yet even so I loved him
I never wanted to run
He was a mixture
Of bitter and sweet
Just one taste
Had my knees falling weak
He was my oxygen
The air that I breath
Without him
I was consumed by grief
Though now
As I walk these halls
I know to him
I mean nothing at all
He was the first boy
Who left meaning in my heart
I'll always have a soft spot for him
Eternalized within memory as the boy who was once my sweeheart
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 10:32 PM UTC
When I look at my city
I see
Boarded windows and doors
I see
Broken glass
I see
Grafitti messages eternalized on old fences and buildings
I see
Protesters fighting to be heard in a sea of voices
I see
Cotten whisps floating and blown away and forgotten like the crimes against innocent people of color committed by white police
I see
Fear in tired eyes, afraid that their children might not come home alive
I see
The man running this country denying and reading someone else's words
I see
Injustice and refusal of the second amendment
I see
The place I call my home
suddenly not safe anymore
for people of color
that America is built on
Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 9:37 AM UTC
Oh, what once was a dream turned into a haunting nightmare.
A nightmare that soon turned to reality.
I though I had you forever.
Then I dreamed that you choose another.
Startled out of my terrifying dream. Was the true nightmare to come.
For what was once a blank screen.
Glowed a new message.
In that moment my eternalized fear became reality.
You are not the one.
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 10:55 PM UTC
I suspect that poetry
Will save me from death
That my poems will be
The blueprint to immortality
I shall be reborn as a rhyme
And baptized in metaphor
My body will be of words
And my soul of imagery
And the past is eternalized
As photos save memory
And so will you reader
Be saved by poetry
In every poem you read
There's a whole country
Of angels that will praise
Be of good cheer and be merry
Your eyes will be restored
And be filled with mirth
As the crucifix saves
The ****** on Earth
Nov 28, 2020
Nov 28, 2020 at 3:15 AM UTC
What a horrid thought
To think I may die unknown
Only to become recognized
Beyond the wistful will of death,
Not because I'd miss out
On the fame akin to fluorescent bulbs,
But because I'd be eternalized as
The straws of my words,
Not sun-gleam of my being.
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 1:50 PM UTC