"flighting" poems
Head spinning
Feet tapping
Mind wrapping
Thought trapping
Idea capping
Desperation mapping
Quality lacking
Spaces filled
Time killed
Not thrilled
Answers willed
Nails biting
Cheaters sighting
After all nighting
Wrongs not righting
Feel like flighting
Brainpower waning
Lack of knowledge maintaining
Wisdom draining
Composure regaining
Test failing
Arms flailing
Letters mailing
Face paling
The big unveiling
No more prevailing
The action entailing:
My annihilation
Sep 7, 2012
Sep 7, 2012 at 5:04 AM UTC
*I hate people who trivialize any sadness.
If they're suffering, why should they be mocked?
You answer for me.
Don't tell me they're implying
They're suffering is greater than others
Or that they're intensifying
The flighting emotion that need not be exaggerated
Because you don't known their pain,
Get an insight to their thought,
Accept their pain into yourself--
Yes you have suffered, none can deny that
But if you don't respect the man
Comparatively weaker, or sound
How can anyone respect your position?
You are a parasite,
Lost in the host
You feed off sadness
You know it's a drought
Yet you remain cynical
So simple in your name.
Your life is filled with hollow anguish
You'll never learn in time
And in my dread
I know you are me...*
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 2:36 AM UTC
restless spirit
stirring soul
unapproved mindless control
flighting freedom
twisted wake
cloudy dreamless state
unendless wanderlust
an aching search
purging growing rebirth
Nov 16, 2012
Nov 16, 2012 at 2:33 PM UTC
Join me beneath
an eight percent moon
that shook itself free
from Irish holly
on its way to
bearded stone.
Agent of itself,
it little cares what
we'll do here,
in this rose garden
of shadow flighting.
Join me in the sliver
of tinnish light
that wanes into the berries,
& shove your breath
into mine with clear intent.
We wear dresses of silence.
The mottling dark
clenches your hair.
A faceless statue
chaperones no one.
Jan 16, 2021
Jan 16, 2021 at 10:27 AM UTC
Why are women like god?
Creatures made of stardust.
Shining.
Brilliantly, radiant.
Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn.
I burn.
I burst.
I break.
Encompassing every part of my soul.
Feel the noise.
Feel the joys.
Feel me.
Touch every part of me I hide.
Reach your hands into my rib cage and grab hold of my heart.
I've always liked your art.
Words are often like fighting.
Fighting flighting demons within.
Yourself.
You.
Stand tall and be.
Believe.
Sometimes you don't need to see.
It's a feeling.
It's a feeling.
That feeling is me.
It's like hopelessness and hope.
On your worst days, you pray to just cope.
Everything is everything.
Everything is nothing.
It's all around us.
It's all around us.
Spinning worlds of wisdom
And truth.
The truth is.
The truth is a lie.
I'll live with my secrets until I die.
Open mouth, closed eyes.
Feel me.
Free me.
Seeing is believing.
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 2:48 AM UTC
true do what we need
its a car breathing fumes
awakening upward
chorus of the northen lights
if all called were new dreams
by and by
and I speak with vapors
fire flighting downward perhaps
you can join next visit to
the raid
put your head in the rage
numbing only to the wishing well
in corner pockets bearing honey bees
there wasn't any more to win
other than the wedded love
of your freckled focus
and father died
in a golden ring
Apr 26, 2012
Apr 26, 2012 at 3:31 PM UTC
my fingers
beckoned by scents
stroke her hair;
as soft as silk
her ******* move
with gentle sighs
giving more than beauty
not flighting the distance
while the skin shimmers
as tender flowers
in an open meadow
her eyes play
like black beads
in the andante rhythm
of a desiring heart
hidden behind voile
looking for me,
in hopeless, shady smart
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 4:17 PM UTC
I never could bring myself
To cherish, to dwell old things
No matter how precious and incredible
They mean much but nothing at all
Everything--no! If not remembered
It possesses a curse so much worse than that of Satan
For rather than a dark willed essence
From worlds unknown
It's neither malicious nor ugly
No, an irresistible temptress--
I know it.
The old things are no more than
A petrifying, putrefying reminder
That in their memory falling from minds
Everthing and I, too, will be forgotten.
In a decade, a century, or eon past my time
Certainly due to life's laws
And true nature of everything essential
I'm a flighting flick in a sea
A daunted shadow beneath the surface
A face among billions passed and passed.
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 9:17 PM UTC
Dear Mother Earth,
Flighting thoughts...
Lost freedom...
Questioned existence...
Twisted wake
Without morning song...
Cloudy dreams
Empty survivance...
We end you
We broke you
Now we at the end
Surrendering you
Here we
To Surrender
And Surrender
And to
more surrender...
Save us!!!
Your Un-human Child,
Human.
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 10:16 AM UTC
His Lordship forgot, siren’s slave-ship become, flighting.
Delusion, until fog horn let out it’s truthful blast. Lightning.
Caused rocky shores to be shown, even absent lighting.
Confusion lifted, anchors tossed, perhaps not all’s lost.
Hull pierced, as if cannon foddered, deck arrested, splintered, shuddered.
Sharper sharper, mast the sharpest, shard upwards, sail white masted.
Surrendered, will rendered, I lay, with strength hindered, fasted.
Waking, after night spent with foamed water taking.
Waiting, ocean water like a ballast, weighting.
Humility, as fatal shores show in after storm tranquility.
Oh, amazing grace, how sweet the sound!
For its’ warning blast, the siren’s call was drowned.
Tide lowered, ship on reef rock towered,
Mercy’s trophy, castled once, now bowered.
Humility, raised like the sun from blue depths, lucidity.
Such pleasant places walled ship from sin,
Reef boundaries, like a garden, hedged in.
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 2:54 AM UTC
The sun rose red and then orange
The temperature stayed low
Lower then it has been
Will it still cross 100 degrees?
Smoke hazed the air brown
The dry red dust joined the ash
Dancing and twirling on the low winds
In twisters broken by the road cut
Underground rodents in burrows
Rushed through the maze
Flighting for their lives
As water trucks spread droplets
That quickly evaporate
We are not sustainable
Aug 12, 2021
Aug 12, 2021 at 11:54 AM UTC