"farmiliar" poems
Are minds supposed to race so much at 10:30 pm?
Every sound
Sight
Touch
Igniting more anger and uncomfort
But silence doesn't make it better
Nothing does
Maybe if I were smarter
I wouldn't be so confused
Stuck doing 15 papers at 10 pm
Every question
Or sentence in a book
Making me more confused and infuriated
My stomach churning with anxiety
My head aching
My face wet with tears of defeat
Don't open that box
You've been clean for so long
And I didn't
I didn't open the box
And didn't grab the farmiliar blade within it
I know I couldn't stop once I did
So I didn't
It's not easy
But I'm trying
I promise
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 10:32 PM UTC
the soft,
farmiliar
fuzziness
of your blanket.
the humbling
wall art
comforting
house
a place
where you feel
safe.
the movie
starts.
walls
become tall
narrow,
you never noticed
the way the
darkness
lingers
in the far back corner
so that you
are never quite sure
of what
could be hiding there.
even after
you turn on the lights
you still
tiptoe
through the hallway
peeking
at every turn
swear
you heard something
swear
it's hiding
waiting to get you
scamper
to your bedroom
lock
the door
fall asleep
with the lights on
little did you know
it appears
when you are
asleep.
lurking
watching your every
toss and turn
waiting
for the perfect chance
to strike.
don't
close your eyes
don't
sleep
it will
devour
you.
Feb 23, 2016
Feb 23, 2016 at 3:40 AM UTC
I’m dreaming again
Only this time it’s not my own dreams I dream
It’s hers
She’s covered in a thin film of sweat
She trembles
I trembled too
He stands over her
Maliciousness on his face
It’s an oddly farmiliar sight
He’s angry
He was angry at me too
He drops to his knees in front of her
He slides his belt off
Unbuckles his pants
Smirks
Her breathing now becomes
Sporadic and ragged
Inspiration-
Expiration-
Inspiration-
Expiration-
She shakes uncontrollably
I shook uncontrollably too
As he leans over her
She holds her breath and waits
Inspiration-
She tries to scream
She tries to move
She tries to say ‘no’
She can’t
She’s terrified
I was terrified too
I wake startled
“Another night terror plagued me”
I say to the darkness
I don’t know what’s worse anymore
Hearing my screams
Or hearing hers
Jan 13, 2019
Jan 13, 2019 at 7:17 PM UTC
My judging eyes on tommorow I lose sight of today
I cant help but wonder if you're heart remembers my name
Im sorry for the words that never saw first breathe
For every emotion I let die in me insteadd
Drop a beat and ill follow
With every rhythm in my chest
I"ll put words to music, emotions to movement words never spoken transformed into a farmiliar caress
I never want you to forget this
I want to leave an imprint of your mind
Resistant to time
You can forget you have a heart but please remember that have mine
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 10:14 AM UTC
Say a word for the silent genius.
Amongst us he resides.
Propeling soul-drift through storm clouds of conformity.
He deserves to hear due praise.
Shoveling snow fallen from farmiliar unappriciated skies.
A unique snowflake does the shoveling.
What heaping connective mushy surroundings does he dig through.
Penetrating the patterned populous.
May his search provide heat.
May the water flow to quench our every united thirst.
Say a word for the digging in silence.
The silent genius.
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 4:54 PM UTC
In recent effents. An undurled experience release a revelation that have reptured my previously durable ambitions.
A free thinkng fantasy. Was to have a voice that could move souls in the way some have noutured mine.
Alas on an ordinary unrepressed weekday I find myself ****** in a climactic judgement day for my previously displayed visions.
I found myself arounded by poetential assistants to finally lighting the spark that may lead to these fantasies to gainly a lively tone.
Musitions and I came together in a spontaneous gathering of the subjected topics being discussed and performed in a casual tone.
While the turn strummed their beat up six strings i merely nodded my head and let the music claim my conciousness. A farmiliar and personally well admired tune began playing. One of the gentlemen asked if I know the lyrical content of the contempory composition. After I informed him that I did the road of the dreamroad was about to split and i would make the pivitol turn through audition now. I was struck with overwhelming bashfulness and nervy contraction. It was time.
I took all the courage I had left. And rattled the shell of the cowardous creative chartacter who lives within me, and I sang. I sang as clearly and well as I possibly could. I gave a performance of my ambitious alter ego that even I had not seen.
After the song came to a close, andd my heaet returned to place from my throat. I recieved a nonchealaunt response to this desperately hopeful side. "You didn't like, sing in a choir or anything did you?" I answered him.... "no"..... The other judge drew back the curtains and the question was answered, and it was preceeded with a chuckle, and it wss all finished with a "we can tell."
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 12:28 AM UTC
It's sort of strange
how an emptiness can fill you
how nothing can take you over
an absence can engulf you
that's when nothing becomes everything
all at the same time
when you get lost in how to answer farmiliar questions
what's wrong
well you can't say nothing
and you can't say everything
but really it's the scariest nothing
and the saddest everything
that has drowned you in your sleep
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 6:31 PM UTC
Branches of a tree cast shadows onto the ground,
A bird nest sat across the dilapidated branches,
Birds fleeing the branch yet always coming back, homebound,
And as the early sunrise came, the birds and tree were ashes.
**"FOREST FIRE! FOREST FIRE!" I would yell,
Stumbling on those words since I was six years old,
Waiting for mum to come back home with a farmiliar smell,
But come nightfall I am without anyone to hold.
The early bird catches the worm,
Well momma left early and came back home,
So as the worms continue to squirm,
We never got the chance to roam.
Momma came back home to an empty nest,
Where the birds were caught in flames,
Existing in their own torturous hell.
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 1:31 PM UTC
A man manipulated
By his mind
Builds a fortress of solitude
To keep his self doubt
Unchallenged
He seeks the comfort
Of a farmiliar demon
Ignoring the afflictive
Advice of an angel
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 11:25 AM UTC
Barricaded walls, block my heart inside my ribs,
For when I gave my heart to you,
You moved it out of its place and made the red lines
Become coated in a farmiliar shade of blue.
I never knew love until we met,
I gave my heart to you
And over time my trusting heart,
Started to break in two.
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 9:48 PM UTC
Strings pulled so fine
the melody so farmiliar
its his temple
he bled those rhythms
I walked down that path
Heard the faint calls of his orchestra
born with the string
Half of his soul was music
Then last
Came his favourite
Mastered by his fingers
He rolled it down
"when we were young" by adele
i knew it was a message
as he angled down his music tool
I allowed my tears to flow
We both missed who we were
When we were young.
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 3:00 PM UTC