"fleating" poems
Fleating words shoot through your mind, teasing you.
You race to find paper and pen but you can't find your fingers.
(And you can't find Arizona on the map)
As your mind slowly forgets the beauty of those words.
(You remember that Arizona is a figment of your imagination)
And he was there when it became one.
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 3:08 AM UTC
My heart whistles a song complete with glee
When I hear the lovely Sun come risen,
The delicate buzzing of nature’s bee
Flitting through whispering woods a given.
Soaring high above the tops, brushing back
Winds of time and worlds alike chiming flat.
Blasting through peace of mind, the sound of quacks
Do seem to be heard from below the gnats.
Hinting that there is more to touch and have
The beetles of spots swarm to a log
That rots with an age so old and concave
It hardly holds up the weight of a frog.
Our time with nature is fleating fast so
Give it one last glance and then we must go.
Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 4:54 PM UTC
She was a New England winter:
Unpredictable,
with bouts of freezing temperatures
whirlwind snowfalls,
aand
fleating moments
of
sunshine.
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 7:19 PM UTC
let beauty never cease
for when the sun expires and
its burning core no longer churns
when the epitaph is inscrutable and
no remnants of words or sounds or love persist
the everlasting emptiness of what
used to be
shows the truth more beautiful than ever
before
Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 4:14 PM UTC
I while away, I wail alot
to hear out loud the ticking clock
Time aplenty to sit and worry over fleating heart beats sounding tock
We cut, we save and we waste it away. Time all around us solid as a rock.
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 8:52 AM UTC
If thou could see the monster in me,
then they would run a thousand miles,
they would flee.
But what is the monster, than that of myself,
Of the tired fleating heart that longs for lust,
Nothing like himself.
If thou could see the love i bear thee,
then they would run a thousand miles,
they would flee
But what is love to those who i seek,
of the tires fleating heart that longs for lust,
nothing like himself
But no more shall they run or flee,
for they shall realise their mistake,
and thou will love me
Nov 16, 2009
Nov 16, 2009 at 4:05 AM UTC
Star shot blue eyes
a meatior shower starts to fall in my head my skin tightens
I see a faint flash nothing more then a flicker at first, a galexy was born between sparks of our laughter
I thought I knew but I wasnt sure I loved her at least these fleating moments I could
all the hot new stars started to fad to a deep terqose as our galexy grew old I say good night you shift your eyes and said the same and give me one more meatior shawer with a simple smile
in my dreams you came sailing along the soft light of the moon to steal me away once more
for two weeks I just traced my way through our constolation just finding little remnants of you just star dust now
I sit and wait under the night sky speckled with stars hoping you would deside to fall my way again and bring me back out to space to spin around and around like we did our first night in the sky
Mar 16, 2012
Mar 16, 2012 at 2:13 AM UTC
A clearing glance through hooded eyes
Your stained hands, steady.
A nervous step by wobbling feet,
Your quiet attention, unwavering.
A choked word whispered in a hush sound,
Your stoic eyes, unflinching.
And as I turn to leave,
Your fleating smiles emerges,
Send my mind into a frenzy, my feet into speed,
I know that smile, love
It will be the destruction of me.
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC
snow blankets the mind
blocks out thoughts new
at peace with myself
as i walk on through
savour this moment
and all its fleating grace
for soon you'll be home
wishing on better days
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC
snow blankets the mind
blocks out thoughts new
at peace with myself
as i walk on through
savour this moment
and all its fleating grace
for soon you’ll be home
wishing on better days
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 4:22 PM UTC
Amidst the rancor of the bar the conversation lulled. After the last "remember when?" I watched the puddle of beer foam at the bottom of my glass.
"Ohhhh..." I mutter with a fleating half-grin. As if to say "Good times" but somehow unable to do so.
He sat across from me staring not at the empty Budweisers in front of him, bit past them. He stared into shadows around the edges, the floorboards below the table, and the earth beneath that. To him if he just looked hard enough, he could almost make out the other side of the world.
He clenched the can and it made a subtle pop yet remained uncrushed.
Staring on, just louder than a whisper, with a fleating half-grin, he said "I hate my life."
Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 10:42 PM UTC