"eunoia" poems
I am Eunoia.
I do not faulter.
Let me in,
Enjoy the splendor,
Of this new state of mind.
Jan 23, 2014
Jan 23, 2014 at 4:05 PM UTC
hello 4am,
we meet again..
but do you have to be so rasping?
drowning in my thoughts,
they want me to give in..
im nazlanmak.
mono no aware
reminding me of my Erlebnisse.
am i lonely or in love?
which one is worse?
i am an enternitarian.
i help me to live another day,
so 4am you will not be the decider of my fate.
i am druxy, indeed..
but do you have to rub it in?
will we ever get along?
are you interested?
4am you are franching at my soul,
eating at my being
& i can never be of eunoia
.. because of you
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 4:33 AM UTC
Image
autumn
womb
sunset chant
a feathered fog, isle of wight
we all have places that we miss
lie still, sleep long
panoramic dream
snippets
bathed in seldomness
lie still, sleep long
the gentle hum of eunoia
holding their absence
like balloon days
when delightful little occupants
holding adventure
in their very hands
keep them
from floating away
Feb 23, 2024
Feb 23, 2024 at 11:20 AM UTC
Loving you was both ineffable and unendurable
I felt a hiraeth for your heart
As you had already set mine aquiver
Your voice sounded so mellifluous and sonorous
That it was almost nefarious
The epoch of while I looked at you
I knew this wasn’t limerence
And every day I prayed for serendipity
You were ethereal
So much so that it seemed almost illicit
You smelt of petrichor
Maybe it was just my glasses
That made you look iridescent
And made you look like you were luminescent
I didn’t need to rub my eyes to sense phosphines
When you were near me
Because although the time I got to spend with you was ephemeral
It sent me into oblivion
Because I was convinced this was yuanfen
It kind of made me feel like defenestrating you
You made me go through metanoia
The thought of you was eunoia
I guess what I’m trying to say is
I’m ******* in love with you
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 3:16 PM UTC
she is good.
good like the way stars are
good for metaphors and
love is good for the heart.
she is good.
good like the way rain is
good after days of drought
and music is good the first
time entering deaf's ears.
she is good.
good like the way everything
has a reason and meaning,
like how my happiness is her
even though 'happiness' is just a
chemical coincidence
and nothing else.
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 1:58 AM UTC
Dear California,
i have thought about you
often
restless in my mind
like the waves
upon you're shores
the pacific coast
a pacifist in love
with your sunsets
an image rhapsodic
a canvas of serenity
Dearest California,
i do think about him
always
restless in my mind
like the way we drive
to the beat
of the music
feelings fixated
by the bond between our
souls
and so we look at the stars
reminiscent
a catalyst of eunoia
i pray
My Dearest California,
i give to you
the one
who showed me
the power
of love
for this love he will share with you
and so i ask
to gift yourself to him
for one day soon
you shall see him look at the stars
which light up the darkest
of your lands
a sight i share with you
California,
you must see
here
that he has then discovered
a love
for you
and so
at this very moment
he will begin to dream
of wonders
with you,
His Dearest California.
Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 10:55 PM UTC
**Relish her yearning
Her light fingertips on yours
Painting a lush world**
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 5:32 PM UTC
"I Love you." Says his lips.
"Always" Shows his eyes.
"Does she understand how much?" His mind asks.
"Forever." Her ears hear.
"Happiness." Her eye's read.
"Grow old with me." Her mind Responds.
"Forever and ever, and then some more." Whispers their hearts.
Sep 7, 2012
Sep 7, 2012 at 4:54 PM UTC
There is an eunoia state of the mind, I will always dream of being. A peaceful soul within myself, who would stop questioning everything that ever happened, the why and how. But it was a long time ago. A long time before everything seems less complicated. I realized, it is okay to be melancholic once in a while. It is fine for the people or yourself to be an overly sanguine. Live for the moment. If you see anyone who would get angry over things you are done, accept it for your better self, the things that we want to convey but it would be hard for letting ignorant engulfed you. Sorry is the minimal word to be given to anyone who might want or not wanting to hear it. A deep conscience, connecting all of our neurons trying to understand the every minute of life, since we were born pure out of the mother’s womb to the growing bones and flawed skin we carry within. I still hope, the eternal exist. Eternally living, the dreams you ever thought of.
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 12:33 PM UTC
I feel gulped down Into a world that has nothing around
you go downtown where the walls are deep brown and see nothing but a play ground
And yet when I look into those caramel brown eyes I can’t help but get a nervous breakdown
As if I should belong in the upside-down, being the clown that’s crown for best frown because my emotions have been drowned from me. Nothing I do has ever been renowned if anything it did nothing but knock down the people I love and maybe that’s why i live in this ghost town. it ***** when you have to count all the sounds in your room and try to drown them into this noise of a large monotone so it wouldn’t surround your ears where your tears are forming in your brown eyes heading towards the ground, where you often stare when you walk around town.
As you can tell I suffer from depression. And I’m sure I’m not giving the best first impression, that sometimes I feel like I have to give this confession or else I’ll repress all this aggression that will later progress into a concern for a health profession. That all these intersection on my arms isn’t because of some ******** possession, it is because I am unfortunately depressed. And it ***** because sometimes you have these questions hoping you can find your answers. And then this becomes this odd obsession where you seek out progression to figure out what the hell is going on in your **** head. So you go into this skull session, seeking out what you need to figure out. So you pick out all your imperfections and going on this journey like the movie inception and soon enough you realized that all your thoughts, emotions, and **** storms melt downs was an infection that just invades your head and rejects all your connection with people at work, the people you love, the people at school. The ones you love, the ones you work with, the ones at school. See what I mean it ***** you have this deception of people believing no one will love you, it’s depressing to have to remind yourself constantly you have connection with people. We doubt ourselves too much.
I think it’s awareness, that’s the key. In all fairness people with depression don’t often look it. it comes in so many shapes and forms and that we would have to look out its whereness. People with depression are restless at night, thinking too too much about how undeserving they are. Feeling breathless all the time as if they’re drowning despite having nothing but air around them. They’re careful when they hide their scars, their tears, their emotions because sometimes they’re selfless and they don’t want to hurt anyone else. We always ignore our own wellness, but we can’t help it.
May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 7:45 AM UTC
i am lost
lost in thought
am i lost
where am i
i am where
am i where
paralyzed by eunoia
lost in dreams
please help me find what i mean
(b.d.s)
Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 8:48 PM UTC
Twice hardly could I believe mine eyes
As old sunset did arise
To and fro, the honeysuckle morn
That brought the nascent-sparkling dawn
So surely did I meet
The words so concrete
As grass and dew held sway
And all old scrolls had no delay
For beauty was the mare on which I rode
As the buck-toothed medallion began to corrode
Overlapping streams of great renown
All seeking the final ivory crown
In pillars of smoke, bellows of grass
The hastened steps of many a mass
Send their prayers to remorseful wind
For a useless chance to begin
The rhythms of Eunoia did spring
As the new decrepit moon was beginning
Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 3:38 PM UTC
There, the caldera bevelled
In the spitting image of her bell
Looking shy above the shore
Was the essence of her smell
Liquids sharp, naked harp
A catamite in my succor
Graceless heave, tender sleeve
Pearly trailing tail
Entwine, surrender, entwine, surrender
Scintillating boy or throbbing girl
In new moments, waves collapsed
Ink lashed on our toothless gaps
A monkey washed, motions high
Pink shores creased, began to cry
Swelling up like a storm
Smells of Eden, the baby is warm
In the cool flame which sits down still
As it marvels at the hole that it filled
Overlapping with her blue commotion
Like two hills on a vicious plane
Eunoia sighs in consummated sky
They curled deep inside
The cavity of their hands
As vesper came, they awoke with no name
But there was something on their tongues
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 8:16 PM UTC
To trade inebriation for derangement.
Therein lies the answer.
Let “sensucht” envelop you.
No time for pity.
Allow oneself time to grow, but never stagnate.
Thus, time must be spent in constant motion.
Let hesitation- the cowardly sort- be minimal.
Know that regret will get you no further than those before you,
No closer than they were to eunoia.
Flow free from one action to the next,
Fully knowing that you are wholly enraptured by emotion and duty.
Remember:
Your mind envisions the goal,
Your heart serves it.
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 1:38 AM UTC