"familiarness" poems
Did they welcome you back to those halls?
To the insanity?
To the familiarness of it all.
You knew the rules, the people, everything,
when you came back.
Felt the same feeling again.
Maybe you would be even more tired, too far gone.
Maybe this time, it would be the last.
You would stay.
Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 8:38 PM UTC
We’re skipping stones
On still waters
That might
Be better left alone
We’re replaying songs
For our needy souls
That know
The words by heart
We’re catching glances
Of subtle signs
That possibly
Know the way
We’re easy times
Of years gone by
That familiarness
Never fades
We’re hopeful souls
Of our imperfect world
That maybe
Someday is our day
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 6:14 PM UTC
I want nothing more than to curve into you
My arms around your waist.
My cheek pressed against your chest
Our legs woven together
Listening to the rhythmic beating of your heart
Breathing in the familiarness of you
Till I've memorized the pattern of your breathing
Till you're imprinted on my skin
And I on yours
Mar 16, 2013
Mar 16, 2013 at 1:45 AM UTC
you invite her in,
as she knowingly falls into your subliminal abyss.
she gnaws on her pale pink lips,
almost violently enough to cause crimson blood to drip.
no longer is she timid,
because she’s not naive, and neither are you.
she stares up at you with those bright, yet jaded eyes,
tearing you apart as you tug at the fragile lace that encompasses her waist.
calloused fingertips graze against collarbones,
then silently discovering their way here and there.
she inhales the sweet atmosphere that surrounds,
opening her eyes just wide enough,
capturing the sullen skies that threaten to collapse above.
but the comforting familiarness in the empty inches that lie between your ribs,
make her feel at home.
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 11:19 PM UTC
I'm the gun
But you're the trigger
Set me off at any moment
And watch me explode
And leave a path of destruction in my wake.
But I guess I don't live in America
Because I have no right to bear arms
To protect my heart from being shot
By your trigger fingers,
Those same fingers
That wrap around my throat
Like a boa constricting
Tighter tighter tighter:
I don't know if it's the
overwhelming feeling of familiarness
when our naked bodies join together
like the two missing pieces of a puzzle
or the lack of oxygen to my brain
That's making me dizzy
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 4:20 PM UTC
If they could, if they won't
Steal my thoughts
That keep me company
It is like time stopped
Every thing fond of
Came to a stand still
If they could, if they won't
The stillness, the familiarness
of my surroundings
Squeeze the self into oblivion
But will they let me be
Writing is therapy
For the hollow and curious
I dream Ink Pots and quills
That is what stirs and thins
my viscous blood
If they could, if they ought
Let them know
I'm a seed
26th/August/2024
Aug 26, 2024
Aug 26, 2024 at 2:17 PM UTC