"explainable" poems
1. He was the only boy to care for me more than I could ever care about him. He came into my life when I needed a shoulder to cry on the most. He believed I deserved more than I was ever given. He fell for me but I could never love him back.
2. He was the first guy to break my heart. He had a way with words and he was dangerous with them. The words from his lips came out in the most beautiful of ways with the deceiving smile to make you lose your breath. But his lips could never just land on me. After all, him and I were never a we.
3. He is the one I want but the one impossible to attain. His heart is shielded by a million brick walls and to break them down is the impossible. He makes me feel countless explainable feelings for him but he runs from any sense of affection. He's not simple and he is deep and it makes him better than any other.
4. He was my distraction. He is around to take me out when I need him. He knows how to make me feel a little better and gives good laughs. He developed feelings along the way of our countless dinners and nights spent talking about life. But I would never be his.
5. He was the one I loved. I believed he was the best thing in the world for the while we were a thing. I was only 15 and he was 18. I was too dumb to realize that an 18 year would ever want a girl my age for anything more than his brain could think of.
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 12:33 AM UTC
Do you ever just have the
biggest ******* crush on
someone ever and you just
know it wont work because
they're too old or you're
not good enough or they
and too attractive for you
so you pretty much spend
what feels like eternity
having the explainable
feeling for them until it rids
of the small bit of heart
you have left until you find
another person to have the
same ****** feeling towards.
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 9:59 AM UTC
I’ve been crying a lot lately.
—
Swirling thoughts, as if they try to crush my existence. An endless staircase that leads me to nowhere but despair, despair, and another despair that greets me over and over. An unfathomable, non explainable feelings that I fail to express to others; and they only came out as faint scars. Countless voices screaming into my imaginary ears that I yearn to stop, and I deafened myself from those voices by running away to even louder voices. Something inside of me that carves the walls of my skin with a gushing, sharpened knife, but I can’t grasp the reality of that knife so I just stand there and ignore it.
The cycle of me trying to fight my painful, unexplainable misery. Even so, I couldn’t cry.
I couldn’t express all of my predicament, so I couldn’t cry.
That’s why it became a cycle. Again, again, again! I suffer, to the point I want to cut my own throat and die.
“Don’t cry. Crying means you're weak,”
those were the words that were said to me ages ago. Why do I always remember that? I think the person who said that to me already forget about it.
—
Then, when I thought all of my miseries flooded inside me, they spilled. I cry, ugly face in front of the mirror. Oh boy, when was the last time I saw those eyes, that were usually red below the pupils, wet? When was the last time I sobbed that hard?
That was the first time I sat on the public toilet,
crying.
—
“What’s wrong with crying?”
A person said that to me. A person said that people who don’t cry are the weird ones; do they not blessed with these beautiful, miraculous thing called emotions? Cry, cry, cry, because tears are ...
—
So, the cycle came back to me. Gushing thoughts hitting me madly, along with staircases that still lead me to land of despair. But now, I cry when I think of them.
I cried.
And cried.
And cried and cried and cried.
—
I’ve been crying a lot lately.
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 10:40 AM UTC
I was in my dream last night...
The girl in my dream was a self image that my self conscious created.
She had long thick curly hair running down her back like a wild river,
and There were these thin wisps of black curls that rested on her forehead and would not budge no matter how many times she swept them aside
The ensemble she wore was rich in color
I admired the way the colors complemented each other
incredibly lively and elegant
She wore an azure tank with an emerald silk scarf
A Celeste cascaded long skirt embellished with tiny vibrant glass beads that shimmered ever so brightly
She was bare foot but i couldn't help but notice every step she took
On her ankles were anklets that dangled the prettiest of gems
She walked towards me
Her beautiful clothing dancing against her body
She sat next to me on the curb and said
"You look sad, what is the matter?
i can see the circles under your eyes
the insufficiency of laughter
Your heart and your mind are intertwined
You convince your mind to keep you in a dark place
then your heart crumbles leaving your care-fee spirit behind.
These are simply realities you must face
you know, things fall apart
so better things can come together
it might break your heart
but believe that hurtful moments don't last forever
Sometimes in-explainable things happen
sometimes the going gets tough
but you cant allow it to break your spirit for too long
The sun will rise again, sure enough."
Then, just as she gracefully came,
she gracefully left
I Awoke.
She left me with my sadness
for me to decide.
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 9:09 PM UTC
Dinosaurs were in existence for 160 million years.
**** Sapiens have been in existence merely 200,000 years.
Will humans remain the dominant species on Earth... or are we simply a phase of life that will eventually be replaced? ...and if so, how so? Will mankind extinguish itself? Or is mankind -is the aspect of life itself- some type of chess game played by the Gods of the universe? By Gods of the universe... do I literally mean spiritual Gods and anointed souls... or do I mean the physical and chemical forces that construct and compose the world beyond the world that we live in.
What about dimensions?
Are the crossable?
Should I mention; they say that human beings are the most intelligent creatures alive. We exist and thrive off energies and vibes yet how many of us utilize the potentials possessed within us? Does that make us less intelligent than they say?
But who is 'they'?
Who believes in the extraterrestrial?
Who believes in Magic?
Are dreams a portal to things unforeseen?
Is there a higher power, or are all things reasonable and explainable through the documentations of science?
Have you ever pondered the wonders of Faith?
Does everything happen for a reason, or are all things coincidental?
Knowledge is Power and Evolution is Revolution.
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 9:08 PM UTC
Hey,
I don't know your address.
I hope you never read this.
My therapist says that this is the way to get it all out of my head.
I was under the impression
that writing to someone
ended in burning the evidence.
That it was a kind of healing ritual.
Cleansed by the flames.
But no,
electronic almost-correspondence
appears to be the answer.
Here goes:
I got drunk today.
It seemed like the thing to do.
There was a couch,
it was grey.
Yeah, that one. The red wine stain
is still on the underside
of the cushion cover.
I prefer white.
I sat on the couch.
That's what they're for, couches,
so not much of a surprise, I guess.
But I don't know what to say,
I'm filling the void with
obvious facts.
I didn't even use a wine glass.
I filled a pink mug
full to the top.
Had to sip off the rim of it
so it didn't overflow as I carried it into the sitting room.
With the bottle of wine,
of course.
And I drank.
So I'm drunk now.
I keep laughing.
Of course, I'm not a happy drunk,
but everything is
wrong
anyway.
There's no one around to
tell me to shut up,
for one thing.
Not that I would mind
if there was.
It would fill the silence.
A silence punctuated with
pathetic little
giggles,
as I mentioned before.
I'm not sure what I'm laughing at.
Could be the man outside yelling at his car,
the alarm has been on for an hour now.
Maybe it's the fact
that you took the kettle with you,
and I haven't bought a new one.
I make tea in the microwave now.
Ridiculous.
I don't like you.
Not at all. I don't like the way
that you can't seem to
say anything of importance
and I don't like the way
that your absence
is like
it's like
being stabbed, but that's not enough I feel like I don't have the right to claim that kind of physical pain, I don't feel like I have the right to cry or even walk out my own front door for some reason, and for some reason I was not good enough for you even though neither of us tried our best because we thought we were enough but we weren't and I don't have the words to describe what you are to me, or what you were to me, only that grocery-store sushi used to be that pathetic thing you bought at past-eleven-pm-sometime and now I hate it so much that it's the only thing I can eat and I
I don't need you.
I don't. It's impossible for me to need you,
in the scientific, explainable
rational sense.
But explain it for me,
please.
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 8:47 PM UTC
This is the time of your life!
To do your deed to the country you love
For the promise of a prosperous land
A brighter future for the nation
Our pledge for a credible leader
Guide the citizen with religion faith
Lead our life with nobility, integrity and honesty
In the present day, Future and the hereafter..
vote ! dont lose your voice
Dont you keep your grievances at heart
Let your voice be heard...
So do not lose your vote... VOTE!
To win or to lose
To die or to live
Winning or losing is part and parcel
Of a COMPETITION...
Contestants please play fair
Voters stay calm and cool..
Try not to spread evil and hatred among us..
Leading us all to chaos..
Also Try not to remain silent
when given the right to choose
Play democracy! Play fair!
Chaos may end up bad..
If we do not maturely contest
For who’s wrong and who’s right...
Chaos may end up a disaster, a massacre...
Explainable chaotic phenomena
If we do not curb our lust for greed..
Campaign maturely for Malaysia..
We despise chaos and fights
Votes are the voices of people
Let us all do our bit to Malaysia
Stop this Chaos!!
Silence the words of slanders and hates...
May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 5:39 AM UTC
the planets will align
every once in awhile
to arraign all who need
or are deserving of it
those who find themselves
treading the wrong path
those who can no longer
see what lies ahead
despite all those
gazing upwards
silently questioning
these immaterial messages
will be overlooked
unheeded by the majority
only recognised by the few
comprehended by even fewer
this singular occurrence
rare and rarefied
may be explainable
in its most basic sense
logistically
empirically
to even the layman
it is but a simple matter
of timings and orbits
calculations of gravity
versus mass and inertia
but that which truly matters
the universal push and pull
will leave even
the most discerning of minds
in the dark
Oct 31, 2023
Oct 31, 2023 at 3:25 PM UTC
Coming In Through Dark Portals
Surfacing Mind Testifying
Death of Mine Explainable
Venomous Gland Strikened with Clout
Although Cold Breath of Life Still Warm
Risen Again Before Long
Jun 2, 2010
Jun 2, 2010 at 8:59 AM UTC
I love you,
I know I'm starting off so very vague,
for this word is not explainable in any other way.
I will caress you form the shadows,
I will keep you from harm's way,
I will hold you,
I think of you throughout all of my days,
I have set on you,
I don't think of them the same way any more,
I want you to know,
you've got me forever,
I won't go!
Your laid back outlook is a breath of fresh air,
your smell is to die for,
those other males wouldn't dare,
because they would lose their lives if I saw.
I promised I wouldn't lie to you so this is how it is,
It isn't unconditional,
For this I feel so selfish,
Love me,
Trust me,
don't leave me,
I'm so sorry it's a lot to ask this.
I will give my life to you,
this will be the last thing I do,
I would rather my heart pounded for you,
than you cut my heart in two.
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 3:38 PM UTC
Come,
Dig the question tiny dancers.
How would it feel to be one of the beautiful?
To do as you pleased and not be accountable.
Your bad behavior always explainable.
Anything you say is socially acceptable.
Everything you wear is said to be fashionable.
Though even on you it may look really terrible.
How would it feel to be one of the beautiful?
To live a life where everything's accessible.
But for others so incredibly untouchable.
Something about this doesn't seem quite ethical.
The law around you tends to be a bit flexible.
How would it feel to be one of beautiful?
When your face becomes not so adorable.
Your company not so preferable.
All of your accomplishments made minuscule...
virtually undetectable.
Everything about you now is utterly expendable.
Come,
Dig the question tiny dancers.
How would it feel to be one of the beautiful?
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 4:36 PM UTC
Hair explainable, perhaps only attainable,
via jagged electric lines from the sky
yet eyes follow, shimmer greengoldenbrown
with none of storm's lined chaos, no,
but maybe focused-inflicted madness
as
they
settle straight-on, brightened above wide-eyed
smile
-something new, there,
shattered-glass that's mended fast
upturned hopes but sails at half-mast.
Oct 3, 2010
Oct 3, 2010 at 7:55 AM UTC
the human mind is just an extravagant illusion.
a complicated spectrum of polarized emotions
fluid and elegant dreams like boats on waters that ripple infinitely, obliviously
(because once you wake up, theyre gone)
what we call "love" is just a chemical released
what we believe is the sun , the moon, the energy
is nothing compared to what they ACTUALLY ARE.
it is just easier to assign them names, proper scientific qualities and observations than to stay awake in our beds and enjoy the mystery
we don't have enough time to be confused.
confusion?
in which the mind struggles to process a stream of thoughts into a single explainable or even remotely comprehensive one
therefore, transferred into words,
metaphors and similies
because emotion, the concept can never be explained clear
these, after all, are just words.
they shall make no significant impact on those who don't accept them.
words are just a series of symbols we convince you to believe in.
like numbers,
time.
where does the past go?
do the memories still wallow in a another realm exactly where you left them
the times you danced under the moon
or that first kiss
you swear, so much, that the energy is left behind.
the fascinating way you still feel the shadows of things that will never be again.
Jun 13, 2010
Jun 13, 2010 at 4:11 PM UTC
There was a time that I
Would laugh at the word
Known as the curse
Of the world—
Humanity
Destructors,
Murderers,
Abominations
Heedless,
Reckless,
Unspeakable
Without any doubt
In grandeur
Thoughts of themselves
Among artists—
Animals,
Innocents,
Irreproachable
Here for but
Love and safety
Nothing more
Humans—
Dreadful,
To the core
They have emotions of greater capacity
Empathy beyond explainable magnitude
Yet with humanity are neglected
In the case of convenient
Vile manipulation
Here I’ll ponder thoughts in nostalgic regret
Why give staggering, mighty, beauteous emotions
To only those who misrepresent
This bestowal of divinity
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 9:26 PM UTC
Perfection is such an ugly concept.
Fortunately,
Beauty and flawlessness
are not synonyms.
Society twisted its definition though.
Into something hideous.
Something unattainable.
It's meaning has gotten tangled in the words
and lost in our worlds demented web of lies.
Pretty shouldn't have a size
and I'll be the first admit despite my shame
I'm guilty of thinking that
sometimes
before I catch myself
and remind myself
Beauty is not tangible
or even explainable
Beauty
one of the few words
that are not words
but concepts
and one of the few concepts
that are left undefinable.
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 8:34 PM UTC
Love is unexplainable in terms
You’ll do anything in your power to make sure they don’t hurt
You’ll treat them like everything and the world even if they don’t know your worth
But that’s ok because you think they won’t make you hurt
You think they won’t make you cry; you think that they know your worth
You think that they’ll see a diamond in the rough and not a dead lies in the grave under dirt
But just thinking about that in your head makes your stomach turn
Makes your heart fade and then makes your brain want to burst
Hope that they will stay, and you won’t talk through the Shi
But then they’ll stay and then make your day
Wake up every day to see that smiling embrace
It might drive you crazy but its worth it in a way
Love is unexplainable by words but more explainable by actions
Don’t try to investigate into what they say just look at all their passion
Nov 1, 2022
Nov 1, 2022 at 8:01 AM UTC
Hello perfection
My antibiotic and my infection
My poison and my medication
My difference and my correlation
Hello perfection
My sting and my sensation
My peace and my temptation
My dread and my anticipation
Hello.
How will it be done today?
Will you smile a promising smile
followed by a casual “hey”?
Will your eyes sing “give me your body”
while you turn and walk away?
Will I follow where you lead just so you
can lose me along the way?
Not today?
Then how today?
Will your hand subtlety reach for me
and make my heart cry “come to me”?
Just for you to drop it effortlessly
while my spirit dies simultaneously
Pretend you want me…
But not really?
You destroy me.
You don't agree?
You know exactly what you do
You do it because you have to
Because you need that internal power
Every day laying bricks to build your tower
Your ego must be fed
At the expense of my head
At the expense of my unconditional love for you
My un-explainable need for you
My psychological desire for you
My undeniable adoration for you
Everything I have done for you
Everything
I have given you everything
It’s not enough...
You are too ignorantly tough
I fight to chase down your bluff
And now my air is gone; I huff and puff
Don’t you see I’m dying inside?
All the while you’re lying inside
**** you- you are worthless of my constant admiration
You play with my emotions like you’re a crooked politician
But I refuse to let you triumph this obscene and sly election
How could I have ever once called you my perfection...
A kiss?
You want a kiss…
Mmmmmm...
Hello perfection.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 9:45 PM UTC
clouds
pink orange
float past
like the venetian gondolas
sing to me Ambroso
she peers through the fogged windows
cold as winter frost
mountains seem mere specks
particles of unappreciable magnitude
oceans engulf masses of land
strange orchestrations
slowly encroaching
views the sandy depths
of the clear Caribbean sea
marking majestic patterns
of explainable riddles
heavens in the skies
she peers
hoping the sense of the world
will embrace her beautiful mind
for if not,
they’re of lackluster solidarity
these passing days
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 2:08 PM UTC
I can't seem to sleep anymore
It's because of you
You know that
I imagine the shape
Of your body beside mine
Warming and unexplainable
The way it feels as I lay
Curled up beside you
But not really.
I'm alone with the empty shape
Of your body beside mine
Cold and explainable
The way it feels as I lay
Because I'm curled up, not beside you
I'm sleeping without you
and I can't seem to sleep anymore.
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 3:19 PM UTC
“Ladies first”. He uses his theoretical masculinity
To duck his way out of everything. He crosses his legs and looks accusingly at her.
She stands and tells him that he reminded her wasted energy,
Of the tall glasses of apple juice,
Drunkenly tossed at the electrical outlet,
To get some type of “Zap”
Though she said it more like,
“Zzzaap” wiggling her fingers to try and show a current of energy.
She said it as if she didn’t really know,
What type of reaction she was looking for.
He is quiet until he isn’t.
She reminded him of a seconds old baby.
Blue because the reality of oxygen hadn’t touched her yet,
And he was still waiting for her to turn into a peachy color and embrace reality.
“Before we met, I hadn’t slept in my bed for weeks,
You couldn’t even get through a coffee date”.
Her eyes are fiery and she says something that a person with fiery eyes would say
“Before we met, I didn’t need to have *********** with people to feel intimacy”.
That is an explainable response.
Anyone would say that
So I guess that implies that everyone has fiery eyes.
He scoffs and begins to stand and she mimics him
“Don’t make me throw apple juice at you”
“I’m a broken outlet remember”
“I haven’t thrown apple juice at you yet, we don’t know that”
“It doesn’t matter. You can’t breathe with me around,
And I’m more of a margarita guy anyways”
He leaves
She cries
They both have fiery eyes.
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 4:51 PM UTC
we've met somewhere in a magical place
a misty dream where our souls dance together
we've got drunk by our connection
electrified by in-explainable energy
that suddenly explode to nothingness
and i wonder if you got hurt like i do
got lost in a grey forest without trees and flowers to talk to
got your eyes bleed from crying because you miss me like i miss you.
Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 12:51 AM UTC
Nothing stopped the chill at the end of my fingertips
As they swayed and danced in the breeze
My arm stuck out the window, numb to the cold air
Caring at this point was out of the question
Freedom, that in-explicit rush down in the pit of my stomach,
The rapid beating of my heart
Continued down the wide open freeway
I counted the stars as they shown over the mountain tops
Seeing them out like, no clouds covering their light
No sun to block them out, just uncovered in the night
We pulled over, holding one another
Knowing this was just the start, the beginning to the rest
As if already written above
Like a roman candle dancing across the sky
Taking the mind wherever it finds
Splashing and sparking the fire
Embers burn, that’s the moment I remember most
He and I, nothing else except the breeze and the lights
The soft gasp of air, the heat from the flame, the tenderness in the touch
Closing my eyes, I dream of the night
I relish in the feeling, the lost, nowhere to be found, pleasant feeling
All over, I felt it, capturing my body in an embrace
Squeezing ever so gently, tenderly, holding me secure
Under the stars, experiencing the warmth
Nothing ever compared to that, not the feeling of freedom
Or the breeze against the fire, or the cold numbness to my fingers
No words could depict the feeling I had when I was with him
Out, in the middle of nowhere, no one to tell us this is wrong
That what feels so wonderfully right, isn't
So covered by night, by all the lights, we can reverie and dream
We can say those words lost in our minds
We can feel every emotion inside
Thinking this is wrong not right
Whispering secrets, laughing all night, holding each other tight
That feeling of knowing, knowing this is alright, this is ours to protect
To see through to the very end
No one crossing over to step between
It’s our freedom to be
Living for that, that and only that, that one and only explainable feeling
Believing in it, trusting it, allowing it to grow, and knowing it was ours
And not for some show, just ours, under the shining spheres
With the fire, blinding light, sparks floating up to the sky
Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 3:22 PM UTC
Deep dark corners of iminagation, responsible for child hood hallucinations don't disappear in the later years
Late nights without sleep till daylight play on the mind and set reality aside giving way to paranoia to well up inside.
First its simple and explainable but worsens with time, a point comes when fear proves to be alive only sinking you deeper inside
As the devil stands over you watching in plain sight, you try to force yourself outside but terror keeps you frozen in time.
But talking to the shadows satin left behind to keep a close eye on every move you may try, eases the tension cuz someone finally sticks around ournd for conversation.
If you haven't taken rest by day five the world a group of spies trying to ruin your life. Arrest you without a chance of ever seeing light
After 6 strung out nights reality is a dream and puppy's can fly, your wanted by the FBI, every move you make is another surprise.
In less than a week you can suddenly be a different take on yourself, a person with 6 different names, each with a life and attitude completely different From the rest,
Impossible to talk to cuz very one of the people in your head wanna share there views
Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 6:03 AM UTC
there was once a girl
she sat at the back
of the room.
quiet and always smiling
at the books in her hand.
always wore big sweaters
and wore 6 bracelets
up her right arm.
she had brown hair
and chocolate brown eyes.
her eyes were bright
and her smiles were bright too.
she was very pretty,
but not what popular girls
consider pretty.
i asked her one day,
"why are you so quiet?"
she replied,
"i don't like my voice"
i left it at that.
i was hesitant but i asked
another question.
"why do you always wear
bracelets up one arm?"
she looked at me
not angrily
nor sadly
then she said,
"some things are meant to be hidden"
it was like she was building
up a wall.
she finally said,
"i don't think i'll be here tomorrow"
out of curiosity,
i asked
"why not? i like seeing
you here"
she didn't answer
instead she packed up her books and left.
the next day she came.
she had a new sweater
and i noticed
six less bracelets
she took a glimpse at me
and smiled.
it gave me a warm
feeling in my heart.
a feeling i can't explain.
and that's when i realized
i couldn't explain
her either.
Apr 26, 2013
Apr 26, 2013 at 7:34 PM UTC
*
*The times we met
The moment was right
I noticed YOU
Walk into the room
Walk into my life
Like LOVE walks into heart
Didn't you know...
YOU are amazing...
I took some time
To notice your eyes
When I did...
YOU lighted my heart
And I noticed your bright
Didn't you know...
YOU are amazing...
YOU broke my old habit
Of life and living
YOU watched me over
Grow near and dear
I watched you talk
I watched you smile
You watched me laugh
YOU watched me cry
Didn't you know...
YOU are amazing...
We sat there
Across each other
Every day
We gave each other
Time to know
Time to feel
Time to LOVE
Didn't you know...
YOU are amazing...
Yet, we're still a puzzle
Clueless of our future
Intrigued by your scent
Mystery shrouded beings
YOU give me time-space
A little distance
A little despair
Can I reach out to YOU?
YOU say - wait a little...
YOU remain a maze
Didn't you know...
YOU are amazing....
Till then...
YOU feed me with wisdom
YOU breathe me your TRUTH
YOUR light shines through me
Beyond knowledge of the woods
To move beyond life
To teach me "the bliss"
Didn't you know...
YOU are amazing...
YOU always wish me well
YOU always bless me dreamZ
YOU come like an Angel
Every night in my sleep
Didn't you know...
YOU are amazing...
We know
We'll not have anything
When we die in the end
Holding our hands
YOU promise me a hug
LOVE'z what we'll keep
Didn't you know...
YOU are amazing...
World says
LOVE is in-explainable
But only we know
How well we communicate
Our LOVE without words
Didn't you know...
YOU are amazing...
OUR's is the LOVE
Of sorts that is "first"
Swallowing us within
In the dark lights
Of your layrinthine
Didn't you know...
YOU are amazing...
YOU lift that
life burden
Off of me
By being there for me...
Showering LOVE on me
Let me tell you this
I know...
YOU Are Amazing...!*
*
Mar 27, 2020
Mar 27, 2020 at 8:53 AM UTC