"explination" poems
This feeling he gives me
Truly it is new.
A discovery
A finding
But one that can't be proved
There is no explination
There is no proof of flaw.
But his motives can't be explained
By any natural law.
His emotions are not testable
His feelings are unknown
To understand the thoughts this boy has about me
A challenge I must face alone
Jan 9, 2013
Jan 9, 2013 at 8:35 PM UTC
I have made my transition to another place, a place where beauty needs no explination.
God’s great timing is everything;
it may not be what we expect but God is always in control.
Sands will flow through the hourglass, slow and steady, throughout our lives.
Time will end and the sand will stop flowing, but God’s love for us is forever growing.
I have worked all my life for this to happen, to see my Lord face to face.
I’ve been accepted in this majestic place, where pain no longer has a hold on me.
My eyes have adjusted t my new reality, I can see bright skies and butterflies.
Don’t worry about not seeing my face, don’t worry abut not feeling my embrace.
Hold our memories inside your heart, and know that our live will never depart.
Cry for me, just for a while, but not too long, ‘cause I’m don’t just fine.
My bags are unpacked and I am settling in, taking my place next to the Master.
He said that he’d never leave nor forsake me, He kept his promise, I am with him now.
He has taken my hand and opened up the doors; to a Paradise of beauty and love divine.
I know you’ll miss me, I’ll miss you too!
Just know dear hearts, we will be together again someday.
Live your life to the fullest, and remember our love
each and every day.
Just remember your hourglass is still flowing strong.
Do what you can so you can see, my hourglass is full again, this time my sand will never end!
Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 10:47 PM UTC
I follow you like an obsession
Seeing your life from the outside
Noting the smiles that frequent your face
The contentment of yourself in that space
I no longer see that disturbed longing to be free of that place
That backwater town that has no place for me in it
No future
Besides a deadpan existance leading its citizens astray or
Contenting them with a simple life
You have those who love you
Genuine friends and you seem to find a way to be busy
Find enjoyment in that simple existance
Not seeking out the exoteric meanings of life
Re-emerging back into that mentality of everyday people
Happy with just being in the moment in time
Devoid of that driving passion to find meaning in this life
To understand the worlds complexities and learn the beauty that is humanity
The vision I have escribed to myself to seek the truth in this world
To see the nasty and feel a sense of calm in the face of our own self destruction
Feeling as if my mission drives and beliefs are becomeing coersive to your health
How do I connect with you anymore?
You who used to abore the simplicity of your upbringing
I see it now
As you talk to your brothers and sister
I try to communitcate experience your world
But I am an outsider to this realm
My words don't fit
And all eyes make me feel castrated
I don't speak as they do, I use words they don't understand
A language and understanding that they do not employ
Not saying that I am better than anyone of them
Because I know I am not
Humble to the fact
That they don't find those things worth doing
Worth any merit
Secular in their reasoning
I see you fit this mold
This world where I cannot speak
Without offending or offering explination
Leaving me mute,
Feeling outcasted
Dumb to the workings of their order.
But you are a camilion blending in
Taking that world as your own
Transforming before my eyes into someone
I don't know
Or would know if I had realised you were
Developing without me
It is subtle this changing
How the conversation gets more complex on my end
Reaching out for anything that will relate you back to me
My mind becoming a blockade
A boundary to you
Where I crave none
I feel you here in my being
Shifting changing
The face you show me smiling happy
Loved and no longer in need of me
Wondering when you will see this yourself
When this distance will become leagues
And you determine whether it is worth it to cross
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 10:15 PM UTC
Do you hear me?
Is my voice mature enough to articulate my plea?
Should I wait a year or two for my basic right of explination?
I'm sure being so young entitles me to draw attention to myself,
And forget my place in your most complicated world.
So forgive me for the assumption that the past you leave behind
Is the future I'm about to command with my inexperiance.
Instead of teaching me, you choose to neglect.
Instead of preparing me, you choose look down upon and degrade me.
Instead of acknowledging me, you choose to medicate me.
You gave me a false sense of entitlement and then punish me
For your mistakes.
Do you see me?
Does my face have the careworn scowl that yours now carries?
Are my eyes still carrying the innocence that you regret losing?
Don't fret for me then
Because it will soon fade.
The hope that I carry within my smile
Will soon mimic the dissapointment in yours.
I am your child.
I am your student.
I am your caretaker when you are old.
I am your future leader that will stand in your place.
I am encouragable and thirsty for when my voice carries weight.
And when my face grows with the ideas you have placed in my head,
Then you have no one to blame but yourself when your voice goes mute.
You'll be wanting for attention
And my response will be that of rememberance of when I was a child.
Sep 9, 2010
Sep 9, 2010 at 3:24 PM UTC
the world only commits to one word
when no explination can show
the answer or
when not even bandaids
can clean up a mess
when the only things we have left may not hold off for long
the dust suffocating our throats and blinding our eyes
trying to reassure safety
to stop the fists from raising
and the children from crying for their parents
our minds being sliced away from
intelligence
from lies
with the knives of each other
maybe
maybe it is all just a dream that we won't wake up from
but maybe
this is reality
maybe they'll agree if i try
try
try
maybe
it wasn't meant to be
the word fills our mouths with the bitterness of what might happen if we say yes or no
maybe if we don't decide
it will all go away
maybe the answer isn't meant to be known
maybe they'll understand
maybe
maybe we'll understand that not answering isn't the answer to a problem
might
may
the only ones who use them are the ones who can't decide themselves
confused
wondering
waiting
for someone else
because
maybe they'll know how to fix this
maybe.
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 11:46 PM UTC
I get this feeling about you --
One that stretches beyond explination.
Almost like the feeling of home,
but different.
Like being around you would make things okay
that aren't okay.
You make me feel safe...
Like the breeze on a summer day,
Comfortable and warm.
I want to lounge around with you
forever.
Jan 31, 2011
Jan 31, 2011 at 10:04 PM UTC
My recollection of that unbelievable incident
on the site of an earth fort.
Deep in the English countryside an event
from then an answer I sought.
Climbing away from the cities and towns
coming gently onto the downs.
Fresh and silent a shimmering haze on the hills
your lungs fill with clean air.
Nobody else was around as dusk approached
walking in space without time.
Beginning to feel light headed and chilled
an energy was distilled!
A sensation of floating a vision began to shape
soldiers on horseback and on foot.
Glittering army and flowing deep red long capes
within touching distance.
Romans silently moving in glorious formation
heading to a long passed destination!
As quickly as they appeared to me gone
back into the past.
Not afraid it was like being in a realistic dream
awaking with a satisfied smile.
Leaving me with an incredible new belief
no need to feel grief.
That maybe there was life beyond this one
living on after death!
Coming back to my daily mundane existence
recounting the images.
That I had truly felt was a real fulfilling sight
leaving me with such delight!
So much we have yet to learn from our mysterious world!
The Foureyed Poet.
Feb 8, 2012
Feb 8, 2012 at 7:35 AM UTC
Head is full of thick fog
Thoughts are so unclear
Fragmented ideas floating inside your brain
Trying to envision some form of future
Existential crisis seeping throughout every pore
Breaking down the very essence of your being
Surveying each and every inch within the form
Lost in some isolated universe aeons away from home
Yearning to uncover some way to contact them
Lacking the recollection of who they are
Assured without doubt that you are all alone on this rock
Imprisioned by your own self
A traitor for feeling so much pain
Betrayed with no attempt of feeble excuse
Could you at least have tried to supply some explination
So little time
So little experience
So very small
And still you are so very worn
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 1:45 PM UTC
Can you guess my second line...
………………………………………..
Even though you worded it with out
seeing it, you missed the fundamentals
that you were not meant to change
what wasn't there.
Creativity of a singular sentence,
we may want to change others
verbal wording.
But this was there moment. and if you'd wanted
to spell it out differently.
I wouldn't have had to write this explanation out.
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 5:28 PM UTC
Ive traced the stars with my fingers a thousand times like i connected the line of freckles on your shoulders.
Ive studied the constellations and memorized the alignment of the planets like the scars on your thighs.
Ive dreamed of fading into the vastness of space in the same way i used to melt into your lips.
Ive cursed the dust and gas that fills the milkyway in the same way i drowned in the galaxies of your eyes.
Ive watched meteors shower down from above like angels fall from grace and ive tried to understand why in the same way the sound of your voice made me quiver.
Ive questioned the posibility of other life existing beyond our own and i wonder if they have known love the way i have known you.
Ive defined love to be when two stars collide but instead of them absorbing into eachother it explodes and goes supernova like we did when we kissed.
Ive pondered if hearts transform into black holes that **** everything in just in the same exact way you did to me.
I long for an astronomical explination to why antares and rigel orbit the sun like how my world revolved around you.
Dont you dare tell me it was just gravity and dont you dare tell me you dont feel it anymore bc thats not how love works.
Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 4:05 PM UTC