"ferver" poems
Have you ever forgotten an appointment?
Or maybe a birthday that was full of dissapointment?
Imagine forgetting weeks?
Loseing days!
Can you comprehend the terrible ways?
The torment that ensues?
Now go one step further
Follow me a few steps more in ferver.
I dont want your sympathy.
I need you to comprehend
To simply understand
I lost ten years of my life, and i cant bring them back.
Still i forget, never do i know
If these words were mine
You all are to kind.
For kindness does nothing to help me find
The lost years or missing months
These sprinkled days filled with that ticking clock
Im talking about some serious memory loss
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 3:47 AM UTC
I.
In youth I have known one with whom the Earth
In secret communing held—as he with it,
In daylight, and in beauty, from his birth:
Whose fervid, flickering torch of life was lit
From the sun and stars, whence he had drawn forth
A passionate light such for his spirit was fit—
And yet that spirit knew—not in the hour
Of its own fervor—what had o’er it power.
II.
Perhaps it may be that my mind is wrought
To a ferver by the moonbeam that hangs o’er,
But I will half believe that wild light fraught
With more of sovereignty than ancient lore
Hath ever told—or is it of a thought
The unembodied essence, and no more
That with a quickening spell doth o’er us pass
As dew of the night-time, o’er the summer grass?
III.
Doth o’er us pass, when, as th’ expanding eye
To the loved object—so the tear to the lid
Will start, which lately slept in apathy?
And yet it need not be—(that object) hid
From us in life—but common—which doth lie
Each hour before us—but then only bid
With a strange sound, as of a harp-string broken
T’ awake us—’Tis a symbol and a token—
IV.
Of what in other worlds shall be—and given
In beauty by our God, to those alone
Who otherwise would fall from life and Heaven
Drawn by their heart’s passion, and that tone,
That high tone of the spirit which hath striven
Though not with Faith—with godliness—whose throne
With desperate energy ‘t hath beaten down;
Wearing its own deep feeling as a crown.
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Scintillating atoms, a world all a glow
Energy in motion as it bustles too and fro.
A drum and beat all it's own, every living being just marching in perfect tone.
Electrical impulses and frequencies high and low.
A ferver of vibrations this earth that we know,
Time progresses onward, life ebbs and flows.
Energy neither created nor destroyed, only changing form.
Maybe life is more a circular pattern than a linear path of time
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 5:33 PM UTC
I think I was dreaming
Until I met you
I've been sleeping restlessly
All of this time
When you kissed my lips
I opened my eyes
And saw you in the daylight
That I had never seen before
I knew I was awake now
When you held my hand
Your skin was so warm
Nothing like in my dreams
You led me from fantasy
Straight into reality
Taking me on magnificent adventures
That I never could have imagined
When I saw your boyish grin
And realized I was the cause
I was completely taken aback
My voice strangled in my throat
You take the breath from my lungs
And you paint the smile on my lips
I wear my favorite shade of happy
Tickle me pink, just for you
Nowadays we dream together
But it's nothing like it was
Before you kissed my lips
And I opened my eyes
Our dreams our endless enchantment
Full of wonder and whimsy
We allow our imaginations
To run wild and free
With you and me
Our dreams are boundless
There are no fences to corrall
The mustangs of our Will's
Full speed ahead and ********
Galloping with ferver
Together we ride in open fields
The daylight a fresh perspective
My eyes were opened
Because of you
And I will never let them close
Not now, not again, not ever
The days I spent dreaming
Are a memory far behind
I remember what it was like
But I don't wish to go back
I wish to stay with you
Riding our mustangs
Letting our Will's be the reigns
Our eyes open, in daylight.
Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 9:56 PM UTC
It was a private
"Christian" High School
I was fed a lot of bull
But I never let it get me down
I had afternoons with you
Remember math class, Anna?
Remember my fingers drifting up your skirt
Slipping on and off
Pressing on your favorite pressure point
I remember how when the teacher turned
You would whisper so wet and heavy in my ear
"Give me your jacket"
Pressing the heel of your white palm
Into my begging human lust
Sometimes
When it's dark outside and I am all alone
I might allow my mind to wander back to afternoon
Study dates with you
Pulling at your stockings with inhuman ferver
The woman-soaked groan in my ear
The tingling of your glow soaking into my boyhood
The slip of your breath
Brought me to the edge of finite pleasure
The bite of your teeth on my bottom lip
Before you make me quiver with your
Red
Velvet
Tongue
Your mom pulled up in the drive way
I dashed
dressed
And got one more kiss
(Smothered in the taste of your sea)
"Don't forget your jacket"
I jumped the fence and began a steady pace to home
A long long way away
Imagine my surprise as I lit a ciggarette
And found in my jacket pocket: your *******
Jan 9, 2012
Jan 9, 2012 at 9:49 AM UTC
Sinto a necessidade de ter calor humano,
Por puro conforto,
De sentir o meu corpo absorto.
Necessidade tão intensa e imensa
Longe do que se pensa,
Longe de qualquer dano.
O vento ouve-me, benevolente,
O que vai na alma.
Das palavras que correm na mente,
Traz a minha outra metade na sua palma
Para a alegria tomar conta da calma.
Reparo no meu cabelo a voar,
Nos meus dedos a moldar
As linhas do horizonte.
E tento retratar, magicar e afeiçoar
A imagem que tenho de ti na fonte.
Aproximo-me em passo na calada
E os meus olhos aborvem cada camada
Que no meu ver emerge.
Tudo diverge
Pois apareceste tu.
O meu coração acelera
Calmo noutra era.
Num ápice lento
Num rápido murmúrio
Olho-te com um muito atento.
Procuro fugir do teu olhar,
Com o sangue a ferver,
Com a cara a escaldar
Cansada desta fuga por resolver:
É aqui que vou ficar.
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 7:43 AM UTC
Amazing Mike was full of gifts
that he would share all day.
But Average Joe would stay at home
wasting himself away.
Amazing Mike and Average Joe
were always best of friends.
But Joe was always searching for
the means to an end.
One day came when Average Joe
sick of life's displeasure
Took a razor from his drawer
and slit his wrists with ferver.
Joe had asked "What am I?
A break of unseen monster?
Or am I some strain of cancer?"
He never got his answer.
Joe didn't wait for death of age
counting his days as "few."
Average Joe, now sick with sleep
and so he bid "adieu."
"Adieu to you Amazing Mike
whose fortune ne'er rots.
Enjoy your life, the gifts for granted
for life loved me not."
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 12:49 AM UTC
Golden hues cause my synapses to tingle,
memories burst and make me wriggle.
Am I alone in this electric feeling,
lost in a misguided myopic way of seeing?
Memories grow week as the days grow shorter,
no longer do the instill and nervous ferver.
My feelings can no longer bridge this gap,
my love is is dying out, drained of its sap.
Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 2:18 PM UTC
Veiled from the world the Queen did keep
A 'bastard' girl who cost her sleep
Though tethered down and kept from sight
Still she shone forth as purest light
A brazen heart (to match her hair)
Beat in the breast of 'maiden fair'
She fuelled her lusts for life with love
Of country, and of God above
She sought no spouse to guide, for she
Was wise enough for her country
As fire and ferver burned within
Ne'er a fool charmed his way in
Her sister, on her ravaged throne
Felt only fire for her betrothed
Yet failed to birth a princely son
And ruled and died in fear, undone
And thus, Bess ruled as Princes do
Absolute, and mightily too
And whether truth, or rumour stark
Purity did become her mark
For she who held her own did learn
By passion, one could easily burn
And thus she led, her heart beholden
To England; and their reign was golden
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 4:52 PM UTC
'How to apply eye shadow' the title of the video said. I looked at it with bewilderment, amazed at myself for finally resorting to this. I was to dress well today. I was to look pretty for people so when they'd look at me, they'd miss the dark circles that lined my eyes like a clingy lover.
I was to hide all the diprived part of my face from luck of proper supplement with foundation that resembled my skin.
I was to conceal the acne that started appearing a couple of weeks ago with a powder I didn't quite recognize.
I was to decorate my eyes with eyeliner and mascara, my eyelashes curled way past their normal size, to hide how puffy they were from the night spent in tears.
I was to brush my eyebrows for they'd lose their shape each time I rubbed my eyes to hold off the pending emotional storm.
I was too put blush on my sleep deprived face so i'd have an illusion of being lively.
Then i'd pick up the bright red lipstick and draw precise lines on my puffy lips, making them glow with a ferver I never felt.
I would look at myself then, make up hiding every inch of the parts people would see and it would amaze me how even the well done mask could never truely hide the ache that shattered my soul.
I start to walk out, then stop to look back at myself.
"You forgot something," I say then pick my smile up from the hidden place I keep it and plaster it on my face.
"There you go."
Oct 16, 2018
Oct 16, 2018 at 7:52 PM UTC
Mind’s eye gone blind
Mind’s eye shoved in a cage
Cage called home
Cage built from within
Within
Within the unsettled urn
Urn of the pristine
Urn cast aside
Aside weathered/withered eyes
Aside sensation forgotten
Forgotten ferver
Forgotten despite old words
Words once known
Words wisdom had shown
Shown endearment
Shown patience
Patience to seek
Patience to speak
Speak only to find
Speak only to break the divide
Divide between us all
Divide will end in fall
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 3:38 PM UTC
the blurts cut me more than ever.
ice and cold metal to my warm ferver
blurts of poisoned pain
they spatter me like paint on the floor
the colours change
but the pain moves the same.
flattend and spattered
pain on top of pain
blurt and blurt and blurt again.
hold that evil ***********
swallow it down
I cant spread myself
any more than I am.
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 7:58 AM UTC
hauled up with a cavernous protector
far away from the dawn light
loss of distinction, morn and night
departed from those you love
casting a thought
to before you were a passenger
laid bare in this damp shelter
waiting for the walls to cave in
the days you took pleasure
in the meaningless endeavour
of the artificial existence
are replaced by days
so broken by monotony
and the plight of the many
so you sook a life most solitary
where your thoughts weigh heavy
each day you think of them
their optimism and naivety
as you draft another letter
destined for nowhere
as years take their toll
and the days feel like weeks
and your joints ache with growing ferver
you draft another letter
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 11:35 AM UTC
You do not see peace love,
only war.
Your blood is boiled
the heat escapes you
catching fire.
There are no words to cool your ferver.
Lost into the abyss of misdirection.
Pull as much as i can theres not enough rope.
enjoy the sweet addiction of unrest.
Swallow your bitter pills
I, am of nothing
but cool disinterest.
Oct 16, 2015
Oct 16, 2015 at 9:26 PM UTC
found my God in your eyes
I found my purpose but your religon made no sense
I still suffer from disobedience
sinfully taking what i need
and ignoring all others
you filled my soul
and I can never pray enough
for your eyes to look upon me with ferver
keep your religion
i hang my hopes on the spiritual,
i want a connection
not a mandate of impossible laws
your designs fail me,
everyone a sin to confess,
i dont want your favour
i want your control.
to elvate above you and find your God in my eyes.
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 3:38 AM UTC
Katelyn has this intensity
I can only describe with her eyes
As they focus on mine
Almost feral
When rhythm pulsed, and she took
My palm in hers
Pulling me from seat to floor
As bodies rocked around us–
I thought it might be her eyeliner
Or the smoke drifting between us.
Maybe I was the focus, or the idea
Kept within alcoholic ferver,
While I was mid answer
To her question, held in the pause
Of her sway, of her strut, of her
Break, reach, pivot, and turn.
My hand rest upon her waist
Yet I felt her control,
Leading me from anxiety
To something a little less
Hesitant.
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 10:40 AM UTC