"explaination" poems
it had to be ants.
the town turned out,
a pound a time,
to see the model railway
of dolgellau.
amazing as it was,
as you know i do like tiny things,
expecially trains.
more astonishing was the conversation,
face close, on ants that bit up his legs
at bingo, formic acid and calamine
explained in detail.
thre train went by, with tiny noise,
as he rolled up his trouser leg to show me.
the explaination as detailed
as the dioramal, on and on and on.
a nice man. my daughter saved me.
twice.
it was a good turnout, an excellent,
award winning model railway.
sbm.
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 4:00 AM UTC
Three.
One that warned me,
One that didn't,
And one that sat, plotting near my heart.
For which it earned it's title;
"Voldemort"
From the girls
Who sat,
An hour after I did on that wrinkled leather corner of the couch,
With tissues, chocolate and their arms
Ready to launch around my tear soaked bandage,
And thought of names
Closer to pets than unwanted clumps of cells was the second;
"Fluffy".
On the 16th and the 5th, I think of and thank
Sophie, who ran cold water over my veins backstage
When I couldn't stand the heat any longer
Because my own chemicals wanted to give up.
Rachel, who glanced over at me in English,
When I looked hopeless
And hugged me, without a word of explaination.
And the first, "Fredrick", who gave me this mark I wear,
Uncaring of it's appearance because it warned us
And prevented the formation of more scars.
And how when I say I love them I mean it.
Three.
One that made me laugh,
One that bravely smiled,
One that got sick
And made the other two cry.
Jul 4, 2011
Jul 4, 2011 at 5:54 PM UTC
Take a seat settle down into relaxation
Listen to the speakers pound with this vibration
Let the music lift you up like some levitation
On to a level higher then the man that's your destination
Now listen to me man, this one explaination
Why no one can live up to the expectation
Of a tyrant's trials and tribulations
How can we all congrugate to be one nation
If were all lead by a mental patient
Who slaughters other countries out of desperation
Doesn't matter if you're one man or the head of a corporation
They make the truth and you're forced to face it
So the middle class has so much frustration
'Cause we're all living in oppression with no compansation
They keep us blind in hopes for a revelation
You think you're free cause you can choose your radio station
Tell me why you're plagued by the thoughts and the temptation
Of a beautiful paradise called life's vacation
No hate, no drama this is our salvation
We're all different but we make the perfect combination
We must all join forces into one vocation
If we hope to turn this dream into our creation
Jul 19, 2010
Jul 19, 2010 at 1:05 AM UTC
I didnt want to talk about it.
it hung there in its ominous entirety devoid of explaination
the sickening welt in my gut peircing the truth into realisation
it is something that could not be unseen, unheard.
as you finally grasped its magnitude gaping wide open incredulously at the shape of it
I looked away.
I blame you.
but I never said a word.
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 8:03 PM UTC
call the cops.
they cooking rocks
in a shanty town compound
its just how they get down
most denounceable settlement
heroine needles nettle men
shredded by early elements
surely only pure irrelevents
no evidence of life
that reflected
anything intelligent
they were like
hell with it;
preferred not
to confer the
elephant in the parlor
though of pachyderm stature
he still delicate & he starvin.
attention ya'll.
there's histrionic
insect larva writhing
inside dying bodies
of constants.
wanting nothing but to be alive
to watch the sky ***** lights
contrite with wasting time & space
decided to face what made the comets
atum & adam & atoms.
dizzy sassed her,
kiss me ***
slapper
pass the days faster
calmly
this was a disaster
it sounds so wrong
but
how else
do you say it.
it seems
there is no
safe explaination
that demons &
godless heathens
still hold faith in unseen reason
aurical feelings
bottomless meanings &
improbable teachings
exploring the being
& being anything
more than whimsy
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 8:57 PM UTC
I was never yours,
Or so you said,
You always held me,
But at an arms length,
You took me to my favourite place,
But let me be nothing more than a stranger,
You were always there for me,
Physically yes, deaf ear and all,
You laughed at my jokes,
But counted down minutes for it to end,
A threat of abdoning,here and there
After all i was never yours right?
I understand, it was my fault,
Ofcourse it was,
I existed,
the perfect explaination of all.
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC
i still dont know
why i pushed people away
and im sorry
its no explaination
but ****
i miss you
i miss talking
im on medication now
eating disorder in tow
self harm addiction
2 weeks clean
yet finally
im proud
im still alive
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 4:10 AM UTC
To make someone smile while reading what you write is always an achievement to me. I love to play with words and to be able to write and let the readers relate to it and learn from it is satisfying.
But, why does it not work in real life when talking?
I have 99 problems and having to be stuck in my thoughts and letting people down because I could not help them with their problems just made me guilty.
Am I not a good friend because of this?
I tried, but I can't.
Because most of the time, I have not been tested. I have not taste the taste of defeat, the taste of depression, the taste of feeling like your soul want to break free from the confine place and the taste of not knowing what to feel.
I have not felt how it is like to just sit and you do not know what to feel. You want to scream and break alk thing and cry and just release everything out but it just would not escape and you end up hurting yourself.
I have not felt how it is like to run away from an explaination.
I feel like I am not loved for not being tested with all these challenges.
I want to be able to relate those pain, and help them with my words but all I do is lend a shoulder to cry, a hug to be shared because that is all I could offer.
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 9:42 AM UTC
I want to be your black & mild
The thick hard plastic piece you
Slide between your lips
The thick hard piece you can't help but bite down on.
With each layer that withers away.
I want to reveal more of myself
In the comfort of where ever you take me.
I grow with such anticipation when you reach for me.
The moments counting down until you undress me from my wrapper.
With the touch of your hand only do I come alive.
The whispers only I can hear
Before my lips reach yours, embraced in a kiss.
Tempting you to bite down even harder.
I want this more than you could imagine.
Each ash thumped off, a testimony
To the moments that unknowingly go by.
A means of relief.
Making myself available for these special moments shared between you & I.
I want to be your black & mild.
The thick hard plastic piece you turn to for comfort.
My cologne granting peace with each puff you take.
Each layer of paper my words wrapping around you.
Flaked off without denial.
This is the effect you have on me.
Taking me deep inside of every thought with no explaination,
Our private conversations like ***
Ignited in the whisper of a kiss.
Tucked soft between the nook of your fingers.
I want to be your black & mild.
I want to surrender only to you.
The thick plastic piece you hang out of your mouth cocked slightly to the side.
Until we both ****** and there is nothing left but hot ash
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 11:02 PM UTC
You know I'm in pain
You do me like nothing
when I want an explaination
what I got is your egoistic
There nothing I could say's
You don't want to lose me
but you do me like I never exist
don't you see my existent
Never
Like you do
you do me like I don't see anything
I'm not blind
I can see, all mess you made
you make me suffer
Backstabber
Yes. you say
you will never hurt me
I don't ask for your help
I'm gonna forget you
FOREVER
don't come for me
I'm out
I hate you
I thought you are the one
that gonna make me fill like I'm special
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 9:23 PM UTC
Don't you ever wonder
What being free is
I'll give you the answer
Cloud.
Not much of an explaination
Cause' you can see it for yourself
As its vapor form
Walks across the skies
With meaningless strides
With nothing to confide
Nor hide
No worries
No cares
Just a few stares
From human figures
As you shower the Earth
With your cries
Making it greener
And cleaner
Oh,what a generous thing you are
I envy you...
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 12:41 PM UTC
when the first line is the title,
when the content is unknown
morning in darkness as if the
sun can’t rise again.
the bulb popped and now we
have a lower light. we have an
understanding, we asked for
explaination. it came via another
route.
i live by the A470.
sbm.
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 1:32 AM UTC
Attraction of two forces
Naturally occuring
Without selection
Without explaination
The process baffling
But leaving some on their *****
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 1:21 PM UTC
Missed the deadline
To submit poems
To one of my favorite books...
Lost my drive for poems
Because I am caught in the gears
Grinding against medal
I have a lot to say
Eh... I'm to worried to say it
To tired to push through articulation.
The poems come like fleeting thoughts
With no time to focus on them
Nor jot them down in the moment.
Just small snippits for me
I suppose
Jumbled attempts at explaination.
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 11:16 PM UTC
I am a lost puppy
Searching for a forever home
Only to find abusive owners
I am my own disease
It's always been that way
My happiness depends on others
To be loved
To love
Is the only way
I could ever really smile
I have this incessant need
To be someone's
To be held by a man
With a glimmer in his eyes
To feel beautiful
No matter how long I am alone
Whether a day or a year
The loneliness sinks in and eats at me
Without someone to be mine I sit and wallow
The racing thoughts increasing by day
The urge for a blade
The pain
The desire to give up
To give in
I lose hope when I am alone
Hope for a future
I don't know what to do anymore
I don't know how to fight this
I just wish I knew how to be happy
Without needing someone else
But that will never be me
Never.
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 10:43 AM UTC
here is what i believe the difference between loving something and being in love with something is:
using today's loose connotation, loving something is inconsistent. you can love objects, colors, people, sounds, etc. overall, considered an "easy" emotion. loving something is more platonic than being in love with something.
being in love is, more or less, a long lived infatuation. if you love something, the feeling is touch and go, and may not last forever. when you are in love, there will always be a trace of admiration that lingers for you to cherish. you cannot be in love with someone if you do not love them first. however, it is easy to love something without being in love.
a clear understanding on loving versus being in love is nearly impossible, and will often oscillate between who you are asking and what you are loving
loving you was easy
but **** it, i was never in love.
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 9:17 PM UTC
The devastation
swift, like a thief I never saw
The Night never wished.
The old tide left me
Out in the darkness of sky
waiting the tides turn
I stood before you
Naked and afraid soul bared
And you just vanished
Delicate beauty
A lone tear ripped from my heart
No explaination.
In nothing I trust
Now love is a trustee but,
All of its own mind
Aug 30, 2021
Aug 30, 2021 at 5:55 PM UTC
how there is no explaination there.
i will print one and place it wednesday.
reminded of basildon bond, now there is
an emblem, and quality paper. buy
blotting paper, to remember those times
of ink spreading. the clues wrote backwards
if we choose to hear them.
so we talked of death, i find i know nothing
very much. except this is the softest
music.
sbm.
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 2:46 AM UTC
No label
Or reason
No season
No explaination
No past
No future
No expectations
No blaming
No obligation
No relations
No heaven
No hell
No dreams
No union
No separation
No divorce
No marriage
No promises
No contracts
No certificate
No signature
No worries
No heartache
No regrets
No insecurities
No duties
No time
No space
No distance
feeling the magic touch
Of each other
hearing every heartbeat of each other
getting lost in each other’s breath
Unconditioned
No attachments
No give or take
No does and don’t
But just be
we can truly love each other
Only now
At this moment
With each new breathe
Merging to each other
More and more
Only surrender
To each other
Where love
Lives forever
Beyond
Birth and
Death
Lives
In the eternity
Your and my Love forever
♥️
Lives forever
Love opens the heart
Love gives
Love forgives
Love receives
Love blossoms
Love smiles
Love flows
Love flies
Love can only be alive in this moment
Love exists only now...
©️Sobbingsoul
Apr 20, 2019
Apr 20, 2019 at 12:59 PM UTC
We're a nation in a Federation that seeks an explaination.
An explaination for this messy altercation.
There is this fuss about colour
In that, we hold enormous grudges.
The colour that covers the land like a bed of flowers
As the hours pass by, we convert the colour into a source of power
Mothers fathers longed for the emancipation of this colour in order to be in the participation of the restoration of the reconciliation to reach the blissful destination
We rush to crush the brush that paints us with the same colour.
Ours is just to wash ans flush the ideology of colour
Hush now my dear! These colours blend now
We are who we are because black and white is just a colour
Oct 23, 2018
Oct 23, 2018 at 8:15 AM UTC