"existance" poems
It seemed the space between us became torn and
Profoundly distanced....................
Jamming bony knuckles and spread eagled fingers,
Lying their mapped out journey.....direction on point patrol....
Adorned by silver decoration, delighting in their skinned habitat
Shafted, deceit punching the recipient of the poison digits
Prodding and pushing their intent....dare you contradict
The intended carved out dose of punishment, Risk and
Safety......not yours and never would be; stooped
Down under the assailing bony palmed attachements
That delivered penetrating power, cupped around
Your arm til it became discoloured, pressure points
Backed you into a corner, up against the grain of the
Brick wall, cold and damp, the odour reaching
And scolding your nostrils with its stale internal vows
Refuse, stretching and protruding its foul remnents
An earlier life, when you were not under threat fades
Your very existance in jeopardy, your eyes pleaded for
Normality, willing someone to hear your silence, grip you
Tightly, not with malice, but with bravery and valour
Right now you need that shining knight, that white
Horse galloping down the blind alleyway, yet you
Know that won't happen for you're already sinking
To the floor, the blow comes sharp and stings, warmth
Exudes and trickles a path downwards, leaving your
Body, finding the cold concrete beneath you, travelling
Outwards................
Sep 3, 2012
Sep 3, 2012 at 7:58 AM UTC
A single Human, alone and weak,
is unable to comprehend the insignificance of its life.
But as a whole, Humanity, we are unmeasurable, overwhelming
filling space and time with our vivid existance.
We consume all other entities with our devistating force.
Embodied in thousands upon thousands of infintesimal beings. Humans.
We must remember that it is the human that makes up humanity.
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 5:38 AM UTC
You agree
When you want to shout, curse, and swear
The Almighty....answer this weeping willow
Made of concrete air
Of unfeeling movement
You cower behinds browned bodies, montezuma minds, and your license
Power to go as you please, be as you please, please help me to see
The inner child trapped in mordant cornerstones, and sitting on your own weight
To grasp the folly by the throat and twist him into existance
Not so much absolution
In agreement with other fancies
Prayers unanswered
Dwelling on ginger hands and knees
In *********** when his course has never enter into being....real
Or really close
His path to plunge thick into purple passionate trance
His path askew from my own
Though a followed trendy line
A drink
When it makes your journey into trees, and speed, and gluttony
A laugh
When scorned mouth spewed and sput into russet wounds already *****
A smoke
When it clogs your memory into patchwork and quilted thoughts unwoven
Youre unspoken!
You agree?
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 3:10 AM UTC
Beyond the passion of colour
the wind is crawling over trees
clawing at loose clothing
and things
not tethered or secure.
Beyond empathic words uttered
it sings hollow
and then a full
roar
settling its breath
to a sigh as it dies
beyond the texture it brings.
With nothing to mark
its existance except thee.
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 8:00 PM UTC
Dont you feel like
Life is easier emotionless
We try to seize the moment
But in the end its always "goodbye"
And forced to face reality
Because we're all going to die
My fake smile is all you see
Because we all know the
Tears are real, the smile's not me
Do we truely know whats inside of us
That deep down we are nothing but
our broken hearts and lost parts
Fallen glass and broken shards
We try so hard to realize our strengths
So we can mask our greatest weaknesses
But in our heart and souls
We know what we are...
-Terracotta soldiers;
A hollow shell
Of handcrafted beauty
Hidden from a world
Ignorant enough
to forsake our existance-
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 11:37 AM UTC
Antimatter mirroring our existance on the pathway of a reverse world
Imagine it, time stands still, halts without a will to continue its flow if it were to possess one to begin with, and everything is but fragile,
Illusionary moon, shine on in this distorted realm in which not even gravity is reliable or even trustworthy at this point, up is down here,
An imperishable night caught under a spell of eternity, uninterrupted
Everlasting, permanently shining, the fake moons appearance is clear,
Unremitting, sweetly told as a if it was a lie, the rumours of this world spread more likely like a disease through the ancient, young earth,
A line parallel drawn to ours, a dimension coexisting without sense,
It appears to be fragile, like a newborn child, the smallest disturbance would mostlikely ruin it's balance, bring tremor upon it wretchedly,
But where that life sparkles as then fades, two dimensions surely would overlap, of course, maybe it will be the world you inhabit, no?
In the realm of the dead, a loitering, lingering darkness thins the borders of reality and illusion, causing them to exist as one, now with the same heart and soul, a fantasy heaven which became reality,
After all, that place is only temporary,one surely could even call it a;
Short living eternity,
~ Umi
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 7:57 PM UTC
Eskimo Pies. You have been the backbone of my existance.
Bland days and times of no work.
You have sustainted me through it all.
Your lucious chocolate and creamy ice cream make my days bearable.
Vanilla dripping down my chin,
I have you on my side.
I will make do with you.
You, who have filled my life with sweetness.
Oct 12, 2012
Oct 12, 2012 at 4:58 PM UTC
Even plastic collects dust
Bright fibres of pink become dull magentas
From the countless years and endless days of Still life Sharp lines and smooth contours of artistically machined plastic toys become fuzzy as hazy dust
Piles
Heaps
And overflows
From one
Single
Fact
Inactivity?
Unappreciated worth?
Discontent?
Laziness?
No
None of these
The dust collects
Piles
Heaps
Even overflows
From USELESSNESS
The things that the dust is attracted to
That the dust clings to
Are the things that in comparison to the things that are imparitive to our existance and our health
Are useless
Are plastic
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 5:34 PM UTC
When we get to see eachother again
Let's talk through the night and day
Let's make the darkness of the past fade away
You haven't left my brain
Or my heart
Guess you are a piece of art
Can't imagine us apart
Tons of pain
Caused by distance
Can't forget your existance
Don't forget my name
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 1:20 PM UTC
With strength and hope I embrace the facts of my existance
all restraints have been removed, no more holding back zero resistance
free to ascend to the higher levels that I have always strived
much sooner than I ever planned here I am, I have arrived
through the lies, misconceptions and conformity I have risen above it all
strong and confident moving forward I am walking tall
free to be who ever I want at any moment if I choose
making up the rules of life as I go, no way I can lose
so if you pass me in the street and I seem out of place
it's because that is where I want to be with a smirk on my face
not because I am better than anyone or better than you
it's that I have realized that I am free to do anything I have ever wanted to
Jan 28, 2011
Jan 28, 2011 at 1:40 AM UTC
to find real, true beauty
just look up at the stars
there is no way of knowing
who we really are
looking into a mirror
and as seconds tick by
we pretend not to hear them
while we wish we could fly
our freedom feels anchored
but it's all in our heads
we are never remembered
until we are dead
Oct 25, 2012
Oct 25, 2012 at 4:38 PM UTC
Do birds question their existance?
Do bees think they're alive?
Does the walrus fight the resistance?
Do horses just survive?
Does the grass give a rat's ***
Do the trees even care?
Do the shrubs think the bushes are crass?
Do the flowers curse and swear?
Do the rolling plains feel plain?
Do the mountains feel like a molehill?
Does the ocean just go through the motion?
Do the valleys lay in alleys like road ****
Does the Earth feel worth?
Does Uranus feel hanus?
Does Jupiter hate its girth?
Our Universe is the worst!
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 4:34 PM UTC
We thought it was empty,
Until we stepped inside.
The broken dreams and shattered hearts,
The cries of despair,
Lingering spirits reminding us oth their existance.
Empty little down,
Sad little town,
Desolated, destroyed little town.
Sweet little shadows,
Tender little spirits,
Guiding us through the ruin.
They never saw it coming,
Their surprise fate,
Seizied upon them while at play.
Blink of an eye,
Gone in a flash,
Nothing left,
No future, only past.
Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC
Rumors
They fly
Sometimes it seems they fly
Faster then any aircraft
Found in conspiracy or in the accepted reality
Just the sight of a man entertaining a baby
Makes him a good father
Seeing a woman with a child giggling to no end
Makes her a good mother
When all they were trying to do is take care of a young one
Rumors
Be they good or be they cruel
Write the history of the small minds that let them be truth
Slowly they could become a weapon from Brahma
or an ancient legend
Rumors
They do not need a body
For they possess the foolish minds that believe
Only those that find its mistakes
Cause by the afflicted who tricked its tale
See the true lights of what is said
Rumors
Let them inside
And they will possess you
Altering the truth to fit their existance
Oct 7, 2012
Oct 7, 2012 at 12:10 AM UTC
you are right to not believe
for you
the silent cries
that carry into the night
do not existence the volume
of your tv is adjusted
& everything becomes
a mute apparition
illuminated
but not heard.
you are right not to believe
for you
the sounds of gunshots
are the popping of fire crackers
after holiday barbecues
& the screams
come from parades of people
cajoling down side streets.
you are right not to believe
for you
the only hanging you know
exists in laundry whites
bleached towels are a must
for wiping hands
clean
& unstained
from the bloodied bodies
of loved ones.
you are right not to believe
for you
the world doesn't exist
beyond these bordered white picket fences
& bakes sales
until your mexican comes
to clean
suburbia
when will you realize
the war to be fought
runs beyond 5’o clock rush hour
& taking away your son’s ps4?
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 8:17 PM UTC
Born heavy as adorned many: objectivity lifts ready existance carried more steady with the fist than a switchblade as to fist crave: yall just manisfest id shame when you spit back like all my family here to spit crack bone in been gripped back when at grown taught to **** Macks;
I'm the R to the Mack Marck M heavy to my fam born carried since Nas dropped the bomb that Eminem levied in so to spit back, like ghost spittin the **** shittin at all emcees here to spit back:
only time you'd get a note outta me relative is when i'm posing for death: like tupac menacing his pelvis still for the ****** levy in neglection in pics wack;
i spit bone quick when it comes to being notorious in a jacuzzi playing sega and super nintendo **** be in disrespect to ever understand that i don't spit thick back.
i flow sick that before i flow spit that between to post ****
I pose **** to even to boast fits forgotten what the Ohmegaus finds the rest as undereducated life in being in the sun.
Ghost spittin future written past to see all the conjugatives relative like ****** games on the run:
games on the fun like extension big sides as big sizes like chasing dreams again straight to the the sun is what we've become.
unfinished...
this ain't motherfucken games, and you know id through wish-epic
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 4:57 AM UTC
i feel completely exhausted
i lost the ability to relax
my jaw is always clenched
my muscles are always tense
my mind is always infested
nightmares are haunting my sleep
flashbacks of repressed memories are darkening my waking life
i jump at the drop of a hat
the slightest sudden unexpected sound makes me flinch
anxiety is plaguing my existance
06/03/2019
Mar 6, 2019
Mar 6, 2019 at 6:19 AM UTC
pain demands to be felt..
that is why you let break ups feel like shards of glass piercing through your skin,
"i was using you" feel like acid being pumped through your heart ventricles spewing liquid anguish through your veins
you let the memories consume your very existance so all that is left is the skin he once touched, the lips he once kissed and the emotions he still controls..
yes, pain does demand to be felt
but you see, i am pain.
i embody every syllable of that painful word..pain
i am every lie woven intricately into the seams of the pillow used to cushion the blows i inflict.
i leave you trapped in the very depths of your mind, made easy by your naive attempt of grasping onto the words used to lure you in, i love you
i am the whispers of motivation urging you to sniff sniff sniff your way deeper into my domain where you are nothing but a chess piece in a battle not easily won.
i am the deep seated hunger that devours any sign of "happy"..the breaking, smashing, burning of hope
i am a master of deceit, carefully manipulating your thoughts through the simple tug of a string, i am your master.
but I was not born like this,
I became it..so if you really think about it,
I am love, because love was the reason I became pain.
this may be confusing, but once again think about it..
love demands to be felt...
that is why you sit smiling awkwardly at your phone,
why you get butterflies..I mean the whole **** zoo in your stomach when he looks your way,
you let your feelings consume your very existence until all that is left of you is the hand he holds so tight, the hair he moves away from your face and the heart you laid right out for him...
yes, love demands to be felt..
but you see, I once was love..
I embodied every syllable of that beautiful word love
I was the roof over-head when the storms of life came thundering by,
I was anything you needed me to be because at the end of the day I didn't want to be anything if I didn't have you.
So I let myself go, I became my own foe
just so you could have that shoulder, I mean that extra soul to lean on
you kept taking and never giving,
this one sided love became toxic
I took one look at myself and realised that I didn't know who was staring back at me..
much like how a caterpillar becomes a butterfly,
but the reverse, I began to shrink.
the butterflies turned to moths, the smiles to tears and soon enough,
love became pain,
and they both demand to be felt.
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 5:17 PM UTC
They say a wild women burnt my soul.
coughed up ashes.
raised by a whiskey bottle and a pair
of loaded dice to roll.
She showed me the blues at thirteen.
Took me by the hand.
Said boy this lifes a party and this one
beats anything your young eyes have ever seen.
And so the taste was made and a cure i
havent found yet.
The best of the worst my sweetest regret.
Life as a party is a vision of night.
We find more answers unasked.
Then in the moment of a fight.
Back alleys and the quick fix.
The redlight reason.
And the devils bag of tricks.
Snake eyes and your last dime.
A slow trains exit.
A suitcase of soul with a empty wallet full of time.
Half a pint of happiness a empty bottle of blues.
The road is a quest.
The path yours to choose.
Texas heat to a New York chill.
Neon cast memories a loner's existance.
And a thirst I can never fulfill.
Chords echo softley a vast reflection in rhyme.
Ive gotta empty bottle for a heart.
And a wallet full of time.
Jul 26, 2010
Jul 26, 2010 at 2:57 PM UTC
Once, I was excluded from love,
in bitterness I cursed all that I saw,
not knowing that this bitterness made me anathema
to the very sensations I pursued.
I spread hateful ideology,
made every effort to share my misery,
shouted condemnation at every pair of clasped hands,
every kiss I saw made me retch.
The bitterness welled up
and poured forth from me,
reppelling loves valiant attempts
at liberating me from my tower cell.
From my relatively pleasant existance
I fashioned my own tailor fitted hell,
which I wore everyday, steadily collecting filth,
so soiled I had become.
As I lifted the last shovelful from my early grave,
and prepared to climb down within
with my list of grievances against God
stapled to my shirt, so I might never forget,
my foot stepped out into the pit
but a gentle hand clenched my shoulder
and pulled me back from the hole,
and I turned and discovered love...
It does exist,
none need be excluded, if the feeling exists for some
all can be included.
Love not for the pleasure of it,
but for the pain, and strain,
so that we may constantly measure it against the ache of loneliness
and remind ourselves, that while love may be a neverending battle,
surrender to hate brings nothing but ruin.
Oct 7, 2012
Oct 7, 2012 at 11:28 AM UTC
Whilst I watch
worlds collide
stars supernova
the cosmos
the universe
and existance itself
I watch in deep thought
one true concern
my only true worry
is whether you're near me
and whether your happy.
Oct 23, 2012
Oct 23, 2012 at 2:20 AM UTC
Here is a story, not different from others,
just to confuse you and make you wonder,
it is not much, so dont expect anything at all,
its a story about a joker and his downfall.
well lets begin from the beginning,
before the start,
lay a joker, thinking about his past,
He kept on laughing at his own jokes,
decided to become a comic for the good 'ol folks.
He kept on laughing and made others laugh,
he finally made a name but got caught in a raft,
the wind was agaisnt him and so was time,
the water rose high and destroyed his climb.
Now the smile turned upside down,
its just a demise of another clown,
it was the same, everyone kept of laughing,
except the joker, who wouldnt stop crying.
his identity became a horror,
a waste of society,
his existance was now
a story of gory heirarchy,
Irrational being in an imperfect world,
he is a reflection of some of the whirls
he is the one with no possible partner,
a looser in life but a skillful carver.
he is the joker, a killer,
a master, a cheater,
he is the joker near his end
he is the joker.......
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 11:49 AM UTC
You know those times when you're always like
"why are you smiling at me? I didn't even do anything"
But ya know, you did
The day that I found out that you exist
Since that day, I haven't been able to stop smiling
Yeah
Your existance fills me with joy
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 2:19 AM UTC
I knew you
or knew of
you
I almost
knew you
I suppose
But I didn't get
the chance.
I'm not sure if
the chance
was offered
or not.
I don't know if
I could have been
your friend,
a confidant,
(your savior?)
I don't know that
I could have
helped.
But maybe...
I could have
said something,
done something,
simply sat in your
presence
until you felt
like existance was
managable.
Until you felt
worthy,
valued,
realized your importance.
Until you felt
like you could
stay.
(God, how I
wish you had
stayed)
But before I got the chance...
You put that gun to your head.
You put that noose around your neck.
You put that knife to your wrist.
You took one or two pills,
too many.
You left me here.
ALL of you,
(even if I never knew you)
left me here,
and I'll never know if
I could have
Helped
If I could have
helped make it
okay,
manageable,
real,
made you feel loved.
(because I would have loved you)
But I want you to know...
I wanted to.
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 3:49 PM UTC