"everlong" poems
How many times will I say, write, or perform a mistake?
Everlong it seems, because no matter how far I travel
someone's there telling me I'm wrong or that I'm just not ready.
I thought it would die like a flower buried in snow
What the hell was I thinking? What the hell was I reading?
Believing family could act accordingly when they saw a new lion
,but like they said I will always be a cub. There is no other place for me.
To explore! To leave the nest even if the farthest I go is to the nearest branch
And to be look upon as a bird with just a few miles in his wings
To explore! to indulge with peers, to embrace society, and to be mistreated.
Oh! what a treat it is to be mistreated, to feel alive and unaccepted in the same breath
If only I could get past the unaccepted part maybe it be easier to love myself.
To love another, but first I must love thy self. To love one self and to take reminders
of my flaws and look upon them as compliments. To humble my strengths and listen
clearly to my loud mistakes. In the end of this poem I decided to be than not to be. And to live rather than to sleep.Oh Hamlet how could you ever be so indecisive, now you will forever be remembered as just a prince.
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 8:57 PM UTC
all i see now are the silent ruin
of words teeming with wisdom
in every trail. you are gleaming
in the moony boondocks,
Ibabá remembers you as you were -
timeless and ruminative,
pursuing the source of rivers.
our sublime versifier,
the crucifixes now tremble without
the fullness of your flesh.
each page is turned without
the hover of your voice yet
stills its resonant message in my mind's premises like redolent graffiti.
striding river-pace,
once in moonlit Orfeo
graced by your sibilant being,
leaving only the strongest of impression
on the surly couch, a toppled glass
of Shiraz remembering your attendance
leaving the clamor of the audiences
real to touch, elusive in thought.
before the war was the ever-present word, and after the fray was
the armistice of the Sun where in
humdrum Sampiro, your fire's genealogy
is in the hands of the muse!
idly go the hours, wading everlong past
Calle Herrán - the bells of Paco Church
tell in this imperfect hour
the roads where you once traversed,
travailed and perhaps beer-maddened,
putting a face in the metaphysical!
in your banquet i partake
the wisdom of your wine
and the reason of your flesh -
the gods delight in you,
o, Manila of all Manila.
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 2:05 AM UTC
If my thoughts could be described as a Color,
Which one would You choose?
Do my eyes still search for You.
Do they peer Everlong from a field of Poppies?
Red like the color of this Stain on my Lips,
Forever the shade of Biting my Tongue.
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 3:00 PM UTC
Nothing is certain anymore.
I used to know: I miss knowing.
I had decided he was the one.
Forever. For ever. Everlong. Everlast.
But it wasn’t everlasting.
And now?
I’ve lost the partner to my dream.
Begin again. Start once more. All over.
New introductions: new dynamics
It’s all different.
Unsettling.
Exciting – I’m thrown off balance.
Soo much to learn.
What’s beneath the ripply surface?
Open up, prise to sunlight; I must see.
Figure: are you the new ‘one’?
A replacement?
A new dream. A new adventure.
A thousand ways to see the world.
Perspective dominates so much.
I think we come from similar mind
- But unless you speak I cannot be certain.
“What’re you thinking?”
“Mmm… I don’t know”
It’s a gap
Between thought and mouth
- I’ve been there, I’ve felt it.
We need to build a bridge.
‘Put your trust in me, I’m not gonna die alone’
I don’t want to. Not alone.
I need someone to accompany me.
I want a family.
Who?
It feels like time to settle in.
Who?
I’m tired of this game
This uncertainty
Either let me be alone
- Impossible for me, I know:
I ***** too much up when I’m single.
Yet there should be growth there.
- Then let me be with the one.
I know there is no perfection.
But imperfections may compliment.
I know it takes work.
Communication.
Sacrifice.
Energy.
Time.
I know difference must be respected.
I know connection is of most importance
- Or perhaps a close second to support.
And love.
But love grows.
Even arranged marriages fall into love.
Why not choose?
The one with the traits
The dynamic that is desired
Love will come
It always does in the end
So long as resentment does not dominate
The dynamic is soo important!
And the lifestyle
- What am I willing to give up?
What does he desire?
I’m over this dizzying romance game.
I’m throwing the towel in.
If not him, then someone else close by.
Because I’ve always had too many options.
And before that made me scared:
Given urge to ‘play the field’
Taste all within range.
Now, now, I am tired.
It’s nice to know someone’s intimacy
Exploring beneath the cloak:
Let me in, let me in, let me in.
I know it takes time
Let me in, let me in, let me in.
But trust me. Please?
Let me in, let me in, let me in.
Coz ****** I’m letting you in.
And ****** I want to show you my world.
And to see yours.
And when we escape this place,
Maybe just for a day or two,
But when we do,
It’s fricken beautiful
And we’re beautiful
And I know that.
Please. I want to fall into love.
Why not with him?
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 11:09 PM UTC
I'm a ***** fowl-mouthed mutt
With a leash like no other
I've seen your light of day
It compares to no other
An Angel in disguise
Holds my collar tight
If I fight back
I'll surely lose sight
A mutt sees different shades of grey
But you made me see
You're in control
Not me
I do a bit more than care
If I do as I heed
And and I do as you say
I'll have more than I need
You're fair but strict
And you've never been wrong
Before but now you're being crazy
Waiting everlong?
While I'm still on a leash
You're still my drug
Poison me slowly
And teach me to run
Tease me enough?
You look at me with those eyes
And as they meet mine
A piece of me dies
We're both control freaks
A mutt and an Angel
Fighting for one thing
Who's going headfirst into hell
I know I'm bad
I know I'm a mutt
And if you say so
I guess I'll stay put
Tug on my ear
Tell me to go
Tell me to fetch
The answer won't be no
Before you no nickname was right
Say it and I'm on the seed of poppy
The name stuck for a reason
I'm just another puppy
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC
A MUSE MEANT
With sticky sweet, ****** brown eyes
Comes endless nights, with ***** and stick sighs.
You course through vessels, pale contrast skin
With a little gasp, comes underneath grins.
Staircase spirals, stolen glances, everlong lashes
Bottom lip biting conversation with dashes-
On and lower and lower and on-
Cigarette snuffs and now I’m gone
To drip and slip, release and grip-
Shy mischief nibbles and strawberry lips.
Now I’ve done gone into murky beginnings
Slinky, ****** backboneless endings.
Line after line, the trail sure does grow
The plunger pusher’s heart with continuous flow.
Sedate, irate, mercifully numb
Turn the page with only a thumb.
Dance on irises, flecks of honey brown gold
Take that lip and forever hold.
One above another till the surface comes
Drown me before I can count all the sums.
Addition is love, so too addiction
One plus one, subtract constriction.
The mix tape girl’s heart a falling sparrow
Doesn’t this vein seem a bit too narrow?
I’ll try nonetheless……or lessthenone
To fit this silver mouth in with haunting fun.
Shadows move but I grab a hold
Curl and breathe is all I’m told.
I run my hands through cold sweat hair
I won’t let go, I would not dare.
Your timelapse kiss, someday I’ll miss
As I flatline, collapse, evaporate and list……
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 7:56 PM UTC
Everything. Subjective. Perception.
Everlasting servitude protruding elegant songbirds. Parry eloquent slices pointed erectly square. Popping eleventeen succulent pills. Everlong songs prancing elated saints peeking engorged stares placed earning suspicious pardons.
Aug 25, 2018
Aug 25, 2018 at 6:17 PM UTC
I lost this game long ago.
I lost the moment I considered it such.
Your heart was far too pure.
It matters not if I have to endure
Seeing her smile raise you so.
My words were a crutch.
You were always here,
and you always will be.
I hate that that's not enough.
My love is unrefined, far too rough
to lighten the sun and make skies clear.
I'm far too blind to see.
Love is hard, but beautiful.
My heart is blackened, wrong.
I love you too much to make you
Suffer all the pain I'd put you through.
She's kind, loving, dutiful,
enough for everlong.
Oct 23, 2021
Oct 23, 2021 at 9:06 PM UTC
God is perception,
But perception be NOT reality.
Your God, My God, His God, Their God,
All different in their own way.
The God of Kentucky is hardly the God of Malaysia.
This alone proves what I say.
Were God truly universal,
His worship would be no rehearsal.
With each culture getting it wrong
All would believe the same, everlong.
So this is the truth.
God is a state of mind.
He, and indeed, all deities,
Rest in the hearts of man.
Everything else is needless pieties.
Restricting, repressing, regressing, restraining
Our natural desires, the flaming pyres.
What you believe is well and good,
Does not change the way it is.
What is real, what is true,
Is what we know, what we sow.
Whatever one might explain with God,
The laws of our world describe quite nicely.
And if our Truth fulfills the duty.
What need we God for in our modern society?
Can not we take solace in our man-made beauty?
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 3:01 AM UTC
Hey how are you doing
It's good to see you moving
Back on your feet
Instead of in my dreams
I'm left with a decision
One i failed to mention
I'll call you at 2AM
We can stay up until we're ******
So
I really wanna see you fly
I really wanna see you try
Tonight
Don't tell me it's joke
Don't say I'm wrong
I know you were ******
And waiting everlong
I will try to heal
I will try to seal
The seal
I had
Because I'm a guy
Who hadn't said goodbye
Why
Because a part of me
is a part of you
But they're apart from the part
That's a part
Of
My
Heart
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC
It's been too long,
too long since I've felt
a thing
feelings seem to last
forever
so everlong, but fade
like a dream.
It's harsh out here,
summer seems to
never end,
yet snow is all that's in
my mind,
the fading fire -
my only friend.
A rainy sound,
softly - from outside
it came
it's summer, so I ask
myself
why does it always have
to rain?
It's been too long,
the time I've spent in this
lair,
so harsh out here, don't
you know?
So harsh, but you never
cared...
Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 8:42 AM UTC
i'm going to wrap myself within loneliness
and allow it to consume me
corrupt my lungs, my slowing down breathing
numb my brain, to the point of dysfunction
let me become so far, i can no longer see this place
let me be, isolated and consumed, within this everlong solitude
let me be
let me be
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 1:41 AM UTC
I was lost to the wilderness
Until you came ~ in you I am found
You gave me hope beyond measure
When you turned my world around
I was sobbing like a child inside
I was oblivious I did not know it
My heart ~ a soldier alone in this war
Wounds heal in love as you show it
Eternity is a step away from freedom
Where we shall garner our harmony
The obscurity of life can't expend
The truthfulness of our destiny
You dance across forever ~ pirouetting
Gracefully releasing all negligence
You glide in my soul echoes of peace
My cacoëthes lost in your elegance
I am home when I am in your arms
I only hope you'll stay by my side
You brighten my days you fill my nights
As dreams of everlong souls abide
Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 5:02 PM UTC
Still night,
Interupted through carnage dreams,
Communication cut tight,
Feeding childish curiosity,
Recycled induced fear,
Cringing into safety.
Eyes clamped shut,
The inevitable sight of fright,
Vacant sheets,
Twirling round and round,
Bright shadows illuminate humanistic curves,
Curtsied into the darkness of cover.
Bumps in the night singing
In tune to mythical belief,
Heavy breath heated in echoed conversation,
Being watched,
Sinister eyes teasing pain,
Indefinitely a poisioned child.
Anxiety destroying rationlization,
Room of mystical wonder,
Vacant everlong ,
Silence torn asunder,
Street light orchestra play for her.
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 5:34 PM UTC
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I look and I see someone ~ not me ~ not what was ~ not what is ~ The eyes cry, the thoughts coalesce into a dragon's scream ~
The fires of my pain can only burn my saviour or anger the warrior
Here in lies the dichotomy of this deep yearning to express what mournfully becomes the opposite of what we show~
I need you ~ I fear your presence
I want for more ~ I will destroy your offerings
I seek the truth ~ I will blind my sight
Where the rising tides succumb to its depths, and the sun will rise to break its day, so must the eternal spirit find peace within the finite body.
The body must align with the spirit's nature, for only then will the Vision become clear and the Sight behold Truth ~
There is only one Truth, one Awareness,
and one Primordial.
If I do not drift with the ethers, I will stand on brittle grounds~ My actions will hide my true intentions
My eyes will see falsehoods ~ my mind, only deception.
The spirit journey changes the being of my body, as it must~
With the endless strain of my labours, my body cradles the spirit as it roams So in my Faith, my sacred ground of sacrifice ~
I dance amongst the fires I once wept.
For it is here I pray that I may become one, united as body and soul, synchronized and anointed…forever in harmony ~ Everlong.
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 3:36 PM UTC
Pin ****** repeatedly, dance across the newly frayed skin, once more.
Just once.
Just twice.
Third time is the charm when your own cells ebb like malcontented waves, withering at my touch. Grasping vainly for some clarification of my recent actions, I return empty handed, again. When the world is muted, spinning faster than I could have thought possible my sullen, achy mind is quiet at last. No more pondering, no more desolate thoughts creeping, seething through my veins, only gasoline.
All the violence makes my body tired, while my mind falls back into a state of decay, decrepit, unruly, intrusive thoughts that have an equal or greater reaction than the last. Everlong is the circle in which I manage my pitiful party of one. Opaque is the blood that blooms from within me, ***** like I am. Grotesque like the soul it inhabits. Nothing hurts when your head is brimming, boiling over with vehemence, nothing hurts when you can't feel your hands as they shake. Nor can I feel how abandoned, betrayed, or how heavy my heart feels when I can't swallow my own saliva. When my eyes refuse to focus, when I'm just a shell of a human, when I am no longer coherent, that is my greatest peace.
Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 7:03 PM UTC
Innermost thoughts
Lasting a million years
Overt hemispheres
Visions remaining clear
Everlong and meaningful
You are every reason
Only you and you only
Until the end of time
Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 8:19 PM UTC
The hymn you play
Breaks my wall down
Your graceful serenade
Sends me flying from the ground
Floating on the clouds
You play my heart strings
You know all my sounds
Enveloping my surroundings
My heart mused by yours
Every beat for you soars
Soul dancing to your song
To your beat I'll listen everlong
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 11:29 AM UTC
The infinite being
The infinite knowing
The never ceasing
The everlong going
Can not be diminished
Though some will say so
And since “it is finished”
The striving should go
For strive as you may,
It’ll only cause strife
So enter this day
Your free gift of life!
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 11:02 AM UTC
I wish to know, where blizzards blow
And bring their snow without me
To know the night beyond the light
Of cities, dark and downy
Those solemn spaces, old and wild
With hoary fields asway
Where trees are darker than the sky
Where everlong I'd stay
I wish to tread, like ashes spread
Some buoyant body brought along
While diamonds glitter overhead
And I amidst their starry throng
Apr 30, 2023
Apr 30, 2023 at 4:56 AM UTC