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"existense" poems
If you doubt your capability to love and you are emotionally unsure, perhaps I am not the one for you. No, I am not your cure. Know that you are about to love someone who will not hold you liable of helping her define her existense for she knows in thee she is responsible. For I am in the rescue of my own soul, teaching my heart how to behave. I cannot be in love and be a hero at the same time with someone who still needs to be saved. Because my mind is a galaxy of wonders and uncertainties and if you do not know your direction, you will be lost in my infinity.
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Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 12:30 PM UTC
If You Doubt Your Capability To Love, Perhaps I Am Not The One For You
Who is I? In the Now. I am of true boi essence. A writer, a recluse, abandoned only of fate: Destiny ever alluring in the palm of my hand. Limited only by my own inabilty to be present in only one consciousness. I am split between reality strings. A permeant spectre, caught betwixt parallel dimensions. At times incoherrant, lost in esoteric translation. I am physic(al) - I of breath + flesh, perception being my holster, corruption my armoury. Intuitively, i am harmonious, sanctonious, welcoming of illuminations and the darker side of each unfettered moon. Awareness sleeps by my side. Each waking minute guarded. of commonality. I am enlightened. I am bouyant. mobile, fluid-like in kinesis. Conventional existense being the foundation over which i fly. Arms outstretched, willing risk to be my pull. Enticing Love to be my drag. balance, mediums, equilibrium. Lifted high amidst winds roaring with possibility. I am stark in naked complication, although often prone to cover up in cynical, self critical analysis. I am given of self; being the taker a refreshing discourse to which i stray accordingly. Of culture i am a liar. By nature i tend towards honesty only straying when survivalistic path need tread. I am of blood, private yet optimistically open to scarring. By custom i am trained, civil, content. Of instinct; native raw tongue, i am rampant, rapid in force, compelled to grow then emerge. Only. To submerge is to take full scope. i am telescopic in view of A/all else to which i drown my vision. I am unsure if i am young, Although certain that my passage is still being lit by the glow of its entrance, dark passageways luring with their shadows and cavernous corners. I am liberal, random in speculatory silence. I am idle, often motivated by industrial desire. Mechanical in process, structured of cerebreal architecture, yet somewhat discombobulated in particularity. Sporadic be my strain, its think tank choking always on the weeds of sorrow. Essentially i am nothing: yet overwhelmingly everything. I was I am I will therefore i Exist to i as A/all and nothing. As yesterday is to tommorrow, and visa versa, i am a window, a door, a channel: as closed as i am open. Dependant only on my own deliverence of influence and potential. Driven by the promise of future and the demands of my past. I am a vehicle in time, my presence, my motion, my journey is I.
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Feb 9, 2010
Feb 9, 2010 at 2:13 AM UTC
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Who is I? In the Now. I am of true boi essence. A writer, a recluse, abandoned only of fate: Destiny ever alluring in the palm of my hand. Limited only by my own inabilty to be present in only one consciousness. I am split between reality strings. A permeant spectre, caught betwixt parallel dimensions. At times incoherrant, lost in esoteric translation. I am physic(al) - I of breath + flesh, perception being my holster, corruption my armoury. Intuitively, i am harmonious, sanctonious, welcoming of illuminations and the darker side of each unfettered moon. Awareness sleeps by my side. Each waking minute guarded. of commonality. I am enlightened. I am bouyant. mobile, fluid-like in kinesis. Conventional existense being the foundation over which i fly. Arms outstretched, willing risk to be my pull. Enticing Love to be my drag. balance, mediums, equilibrium. Lifted high amidst winds roaring with possibility. I am stark in naked complication, although often prone to cover up in cynical, self critical analysis. I am given of self; being the taker a refreshing discourse to which i stray accordingly. Of culture i am a liar. By nature i tend towards honesty only straying when survivalistic path need tread. I am of blood, private yet optimistically open to scarring. By custom i am trained, civil, content. Of instinct; native raw tongue, i am rampant, rapid in force, compelled to grow then emerge. Only. To submerge is to take full scope. i am telescopic in view of A/all else to which i drown my vision. I am unsure if i am young, Although certain that my passage is still being lit by the glow of its entrance, dark passageways luring with their shadows and cavernous corners. I am liberal, random in speculatory silence. I am idle, often motivated by industrial desire. Mechanical in process, structured of cerebreal architecture, yet somewhat discombobulated in particularity. Sporadic be my strain, its think tank choking always on the weeds of sorrow. Essentially i am nothing: yet overwhelmingly everything. I was I am I will therefore i Exist to i as A/all and nothing. As yesterday is to tommorrow, and visa versa, i am a window, a door, a channel: as closed as i am open. Dependant only on my own deliverence of influence and potential. Driven by the promise of future and the demands of my past. I am a vehicle in time, my presence, my motion, my journey is I.
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Scared , bruised and battered from the people that matter Holding onto your faith visualizing Gods strategical patterns & afterwards, small events make us roll backwards Danger in anger makes the minor things we have not even matter Actions lead to a reaction , consequences & sentencing Imagine a better life living the life of actresses in movie scenes Allow your mind to ponder while you relax your feet in water Let every moment simmer while skies grow dimmer , tempuratures rising while you begin to shiver Ask yourself why am I  constantly in his picture Never doubt the power behind your mind , your word, your scripture , your soul Actually realize when you two fight?  guilt swallows him whole Yearning for motherly love , love became his drug Making him ill inside , all he needs is a hug Care free living isn't wise , no emotion in eyes , when he cries highly capable ,more than beautiful , soul better than soul food , he says those words are you Tip toeing in the direction of you , but before he makes his mark he thanks our father for you Thank You for the beauty within her soul he says , & Thank You for eye sight & the roof over my head I thank you father but i ask you for one more thing ? Don't let me lose the woman that sings the rhythm I bring Ready to end his prayer he kisses the bible & says amen Everything written now glistens, since spoken into existense ,allow your mind to listen & find the piece of the puzzle missing
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Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 3:36 AM UTC
For You
While a howl rang and hung in the night's sky, The clouds opened and surged inwards, Thunder boomed magnificently, Nature's wonderful horror, Only a glimpse really into the heart, The torrid splendor off coastal plains, Might deluges and droughts, Calculating Cosmos unifying existense, Galactic accidents, Mutations unique of the flesh, Marbled temples with high ceilings, Wiped off in an instant, The LightningMan Cry,
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Nov 16, 2012
Nov 16, 2012 at 1:06 AM UTC
BLACK. RED.
Entering dark was nothing at site. For once very existense needed light. With passing moments visibility was right. Nothing glared as in light but visibility was right. Now existense had sense but fear grip again. Before collied the thought of injury was there. Search for light took steps somewhere. Without knowing I entered the light. Every thing was bright with glaze and shine. I search behind defeat of mine. I took care of match and candle even in light because defeat was there in mind. I waited long to defeat dark candle was courage in sight. Wait was endless till that dark spoke to my ears. He said he was fighting for all this years and the result noway near. It was decided by dark and light lets coexist dear.
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Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 7:39 AM UTC
Co-exist
Your existense makes me happy, but all you do is make me sad.
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Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 10:54 PM UTC
Swapped Emotions
Co-exist Entering dark was nothing at site. For once very existense needed light. With passing moments visibility was right. Nothing glared as in light but visibility was right. Now existense had sense but fear grip again. Before collied the thought of injury was there. Search for light took steps somewhere. Without knowing I entered the light. Every thing was bright with glaze and shine. I search behind defeat of mine. I took care of match and candle even in light because defeat was there in mind. I waited long to defeat dark candle was courage in sight. Wait was endless till that dark spoke to my ears. He said he was fighting for all this years and the result noway near. It was decided by dark and light lets coexist dear.
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Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 10:40 PM UTC
Co-exist
Beyond chaos and void. You say you do not ponder a haunting memory Or beleve that reflections give comfort Because not even some thinking thing Is broken off from the pantheist Liberated from humanity by existense itself All the knowns and the unknowns Display a disposition to bend Ergo my costume consumes neutralty And darkness is never as invisible As my spectral thought.
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Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 12:21 AM UTC
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