"florescence" poems
I always knew about the ocean's calling, deep in my heart. It keeps me wandering to find what I yearn for — could it testify the animosity of being insatiable?
I wait on the shore like a lighthouse guiding your way back to me, as if I hold faith in it, like it is a perseverance that grew in my chest. I am certain to the florescence of my flowers and to its withering as I know the durations of its life and death is when I could meet you again. And though, the inconstant desolateness of the ocean continues to wait.
Mar 26, 2024
Mar 26, 2024 at 9:41 AM UTC
Desire and dreams,
lofty clouds casting distant shadows.
Momentary shades of calm,
convert to blinding flame.
-
Torpid question marks rearrange
exclamation points.
Hues of commas and periods,
vibrant adjectives and adverbs.
Grunts and growls of wildered existence.
Perpetual noise.
Such picturesque nonsense.
-
Belief of charging knights
and moonwalks
decay to disappointed waistlines
shaky hands,
confused with living.
What beautiful strangeness,
the prospect of becoming.
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Do we chase the shadows or create our own;
flourish roots
with ardent fingers?
Imagine with ferocity
enriching curiosity?
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Dig deep, my child, and know you're real.
Or don't
We are substance and shadow,
words of florescence.
Or won't
Disheartened by cruelty
unfamiliar reflections,
resigned to naked truth.
Or can't
Do we accept,
or will we refuse?
Inhaling why,
exhaling when.
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Blooming breaths
Horizons anew
Warmth of sun,
serenity of shade.
Jun 27, 2023
Jun 27, 2023 at 12:19 PM UTC
bloom — where you are planted
and from this your growth is reminded
you may think that your flower will wither
but i'd always be here to sprinkle you with water
bloom — wherever you may be
like a sweet nectar that entices the bee
preparing for the awakening of spring
filled with endless capabilities you bring
bloom — for everyone to see
but also for you and me
together we soar and nobody else can destroy
flourishing with you, my f l o w e r b o y .
Nov 4, 2021
Nov 4, 2021 at 9:42 AM UTC
For they complement moments of
happiness, affection, grief, praise,
in ceramic vases
as a simple centerpiece
in order to add beauty to a setting.
They seem to appear most beautiful
when tucked between the curve of your ear
or framing a crown on your head
in equated colors.
Beauty coordinating beauty
is quite breathtaking.
It is difficult to decipher
which ornament makes the other appear more alluring.
The sight of you
with hued florets laid neatly on your hair was
blooming. Florescence in clusters-
I have lost my train of thought
as each feature
leaves me at awe.
Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 10:24 AM UTC
I usually fall asleep with the light on
Because in the morning it seems like the darkness never came
My body is a perpetual light switch
Always swept up in a rapid shift from darkness to florescence
Giving someone like me mania after long spells of depression
Is like giving an alcoholic a shot of whiskey
I need it to feel like I am worth something
I need it to feel like I can get anything done
Why did God, whoever the hell they are,
Decide I needed the super power
Of dragging myself out of the pit of my bed
Only to be blindsided with some sort of dangerous drug
See, most of the time I only reach an abridged version of that mania
But when it peaks it is just that:
Dangerous
It is my favorite brand of tequila
And the last drag of a cigarette
The one where the backlog from the filter gets lost in your throat
But it keeps you buzzed for a while
You see, mania sends you spinning
A trip only a certain kind of acid can take you on
You are constantly carnival
With lights and sound and fire
That no one can calm down
You are never quite at home in your body
Which might be why others can make it theirs so easily
Most days you binge on ***** and **** and ***
Are manic days
Manic depression is like losing control of the car
And other days, forgetting how to drive
Mania is like ****
You don't need to sleep when it's got you
Mania after depression is an abusive lover who knew you were coming home
Knew you would be back for more
It was only a matter of time
Before you collapsed into their arms
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 11:31 PM UTC
Just, thought I, to escape a while,
Mundane light in the desk at home
On these splintered, black-tar roads
Marching, festooned in leaf and in rock
Snapping and scattering from underfoot.
My heavy breaths are this odd meter
In-out, in-out on this pavement slap
The knees are strained, down, the stream
Of rheumy little beads—lines! (I sense
Conception of a rare cadence
In which earth finds its synchrony).
‘Round the walls of rustic homes and will
To this walking gallery of the ‘ville
Ancient oaks, they lift their head and grin
To a sky beyond the storm, what with plumes
Unearthly fronds, dark with salmon painted on
Softened, its oil, burnt carnal black
That loose-end feeling holding it back.
Furrowed brow, I run with now
Sweet winds and pirouette
The dancers go amidst the leaves
Hold Hell high ‘bove white hands
Turned in deference and o,’ Arbor!
Your threshold live and saturnine
Entire eternities unfold now, silk scarf on
Goddess Eve, her halo proud
Gold embraced by Pink and now
She strides in by the choral geese
Flown to sing her godhead to sleep
Her rest had blest pain to leave me now
At those gates loud, effervescent
Shimmering, shimmering
In calm disbelief
And on
And on.
Back at the source, that in-between
Bare **** of the Fasick bridge
Magmatic pallets, on faces two
One shared tear drop, a cosmic breadth.
I saw from there the garden of stone
Lonely tombs in blamy play
Fruits sprung in those past lives.
I shared their rest for moment still
And back it goes, the nameless past
Where they exists as dreams, beside me.
Two sides, met then so diverged
I saw their peace where night emerged
Where pink embraced the dark
Went to rest on low horizons.
The world closed its lips and lids
Its eyes and loving heart
Bathed, it all, in low florescence
And lullaby of cicadas.
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 11:07 PM UTC
She was as elegant as winds shadow.
In other words invisible
Her otter skin eyes pool in oak trees
Every ripple of leaves a whim.
A tear.
She cries the dripping watercolors of fall
Her boughs dances the florescence of spring
Busy sprinters lick over her presented nuances
Passed by every moment
No one notices the silent hover of self made lush
Anymore.
Jul 12, 2012
Jul 12, 2012 at 12:30 AM UTC
Picked up a little spark
out the corner of my shut eyelid.
Such a weird emission in this charcoal dark.
It began a faint glow.
Slightly brighter than the black
above, beside and below.
Then the glow became a hum
of violet and gradually grew
into a blue.
That color, so serene,
became a green and its vibrations
were quite intense. Just like in the earth
out of the green, with a little help from it's blue fellow,
sprouted a most glorious shade of yellow!
I became intoxicated by this colorful spectrum,
drinking deeply of each color as if on some
florescent binge. When I had my my fill of this bouquet
out sprouted the orange and red.
They all danced in a kaleidoscopic
shuffle, shifting about like lovers
in a masquerade ball.
They would collide and waltz
twirl about each other with excellent grace
and then, in search of their original partner,
separate. Once the couples were reunited,
they took flight from my eyelids and slowly
but surely, in a most marvelous display,
everything returned to black as the colors faded away.
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 4:04 AM UTC
A flower
Waiting to bloom
A garden lush
In all its color and florescence To wait for spring
An eternity
So, pick me
So that I can blossom
Feb 26, 2021
Feb 26, 2021 at 12:51 PM UTC
Eyes, spotless prisms of
Refracting light.
Hands, immovable columns
Of ageless stone.
Soul, a simmering hearth
Of softly beaming heaven.
I make you out to be,
Something so eternal.
I love you yet to be,
Anything less than enthralled.
Your novel florescence
Is never ending intrigue
For a washed out girl
Like me.
Sep 26, 2012
Sep 26, 2012 at 11:20 PM UTC
You have galaxies in an iris and
Constellations lining the
Curvatures of your palms but
You count the steady stream of
Craters left on the hardened shelter
Of volcanic rock holding
Your bleeding heart together –
And you call yourself defective.
You forget the courage of the
Soft tissue that dares to beat and
Bleed molten hot passion
And love from a core
That dares to keep churning
While the fists keep flying
And scarring.
You abhor the marks
And the memory of
Wasted muscle on a skeletal frame
And you call yourself broken.
But I marvel at the broken pieces
How they shine with the light of a
Dying star, and your eyes
That glow, not with the white-hot hatred
Of a nuclear blast
But with the electric florescence of
An expanding sun.
You are
Light, and you are
Power, and you are
Fragments
Of the skeleton you were
With a million universes on your fingertips
And a billion lives on your tongue.
*(Be big.
Expand.
Take up space in
His arms and
Your head, and I promise:
One day the world will
Stop filling your core with
Negativity, and you’ll
Supernovae.
And you’ll be beautiful.)*
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 5:28 PM UTC
~
Butter cream shimmers
Pink sherbet skies
Blue bird concertos
Pastel sunrise
Dew drop florescence
Coffee cup bliss
Cinnamon wishes
Dawn’s early kiss
Butterfly waltzes
Breathtaking view
Wonderful morning
Beautiful you
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 8:01 AM UTC
Stoicism rules impetuously and as resonating as a thunder clap, self-preservation long fallen through and this cocksure apathy has assured me I’m justified in standing idly by. Time pools around my ankles like melted crayons, each individual tainted to the same docile brown you’ll find reflected meager and muddy in my eyes. My perceptions are skewed, I’ve accepted it. Somewhat idiosyncratic but I’ve learned to love living in and among my restless thoughts and delusions and I might be lost without them after all. I still find myself surprised that people notice I exist but if they stopped could I continue to claim this as an existence? The Chicken or The Egg; I try not to give it too much thought but that’s laughable because despite the exhaustion weighing down my bones I can’t seem to satisfy the florescence permanently burning behind my eyes.
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 12:41 PM UTC
A hard, stifled breath stumbled in
Like those cool summer mornings at the lake
When we'd cannonball into the water
The impact too shocking to the system
To let out a cry or even a whimper
But just to breathe was heaven
So alive in the gold of the sunrise
Cheered on by whistling birds and crickets
Yet now we stand here still as a ghost
Between linoleum and florescence
The impact too shocking to the system
To let out a cry or even a whimper
To hear aloud what we've always known
The cold water of our own lakes
Rippled by toes and flailing arms
In careening leaps from our own dock
Did we ever really choose to fly
Into the green mountain waters there?
We were together then, in a blanket of youth
Within the loosely written
loves of our days and imaginations
Pressing the simple edges of lakes and peaks
With ragged hair and ***** fingernails
We moved on, and on together we went
But now, in scorned breath we go.
Covered in our solitude and dark clouds
Too sheltered and alone
To let out a cry or even a whimper
Our aspirations silenced by just one
Too many falls into places unknown
Not feeling, not seeing
How we were really living.
Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 1:36 PM UTC
The sun sets,
For the stars in my eyes to shine,
They'll start singing,
Shimmering with howls,
A mourning song bursting from these florescence and screens,
Hands reaching from my pulse to your heart strings,
But those vibrations will be silenced,
By asphalt, machines, and muted desperation
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 2:14 AM UTC
on the spotlight
being removed
a glumness did dwell
within him
newer stars were capturing
every bit of luminescence
deep inside he felt
a bygone florescence
only those of enduring
fame
will ever keep alight
the everlasting flame
he knew not of how fleeting
kudos can be
one minute it is with you
then it can curiously flee
to-day he sits
in a gloomy shade
contemplating on an
unlit glade
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 9:37 PM UTC
Passage departs every instant till death
I gratify to hold dear with earth's comeliness-
Oh! My darling red rose florescence's for you!
Is it the ease cadence of one else?
I have an err of passion while I will hit the road-
Oh! God how roses become fade!
Could you conceit?
Oh! God how much credence I grasp from you! !
Benevolence - Amour-Inspiration!
Time and tide hasten so zippy-
Thee devotion should be ended very soon.
@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 1:38 PM UTC
inadequately explained
the wounds engraved
the body that rests here, that lays
he was flushed with florescence
flowered with effervescence
resting under a grey grave
he lays immersed in the earth
a shallow grave for a heart of hearth
i can still see his orange shirt
the clouds cry out grey
Dec 13, 2024
Dec 13, 2024 at 10:01 AM UTC
You are walking through what seems to be a narrow hallway. Bodies stick to the walls, complacent with the space given, bumping shoulders, shaking hands, saying hi, saying goodbye.
You hold your school bag closer to your chest. There is a laptop in there-- pens and notebooks. Things you need. Things you cherish. And as time will not stretch, you make your way to class, do not worry, -- it will quickly pass.
The ceiling lights in the classroom are dull, dying, uninteresting. Bodies file in, breathing heavy, sighing heavy. As the florescence seems to keep you further away, it is dimming you as well, repressing, submitting-- only you cannot tell.
He speaks redundantly. Hands raise high-
do they even know what they are going to say?- you wonder this at every selection. He points to she and he and they. They who are chosen, loud and bold. He says "YES!- You are right ma'am. Let us begin to unfold."
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 8:53 PM UTC
Déjà vu
All I had expected
Nolonger an ambition or dream
Actualness of reality
Proud, content, enthusiast
I've made it
Florescence above aspirations
A jubilation
So bright
Like a rose tree in sunshine
Aura of excitement
Bliss of beauty
Like aurora borealis
Sparkle of life
A mission to stay like this till eternity
A little to late
No regrets
Least happened when alive
Past now history
What I have !
A step of success
Further live in gratitude
A promise to disperse triumph
Nov 12, 2024
Nov 12, 2024 at 3:38 PM UTC
Rose gold and agave tincture drops
laid to rest upon the serpents tongue
until the speakers shake
the tree from which the martyr
falls unto the cloud
that splats on impact
Oh marmalade sweetness!
to what do we owe this
trembling rotten-legged pleasure?
Surface now in overtime
the sirens screeching
at the child across the street
who sinks into the boiling malt
Bring with you the chalice
full of aerial photographs
to drink the spectators thoughts
stuffed within the temporal stone
Remembering to forget
this holy place of presence
draw the mighty bridge we cross
into enveloping florescence
Oct 30, 2017
Oct 30, 2017 at 9:47 PM UTC
The west is a lonely ritual...
Seeded in florescence,
Quiet but self-aware indifference.
Barely breathing,
Fireworks, gunshots, lightening,
Unrequiting.
Where dawn is bright and out of
place, and beneath it cardboard cutout estates.
Where eyes are fraught with glaring rejection,
And where we only cross paths at highway intersections.
And headlights echo deep wandering beams,
And shine palely into our uncrowded dreams.
Human warmth is replaced by electric heating
And people become cold, cold, cold and fleeting.
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 2:09 PM UTC
Flowers wilt to bloom
Dancing in a hot Summer
Bathing in an August rain
Waiting for Fall, around the corner
Autumn trees, entomb their roots
Six feet below
Hibernating, in the Winter
After their leaves blow
The color of life changes
As seasons come and go
When one life is nearly cut short
Yet, in its place another one would grow
Plants once again florescence
When Spring comes around
Moving their feet and branches
High above the ground
I’ve seen all that I must
The changing of weather
From the fiery days
I wanted not my skin
To the cryogenic times,
I cuddled, beneath a warm feather
So, this cycle ends not, too soon
Like the cold days in December
Seasons metamorphosing
None-stop forever
Jobiranyc (9/25/2018)
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 11:26 PM UTC
Still feel cold, even here
frozen by your long forgotten gaze
crave for the purity of a white centered star
with its boundless, awful blaze.
Bottle of sunblock, useless in the drawer
I want to burn all my skin off
I want to forget who I was before,
peel myself back and call myself yours.
No storms in Scottsdale, Arizona
smells like rough dirt and control
no wetness in my brand new persona
only this chaste stoicism, I extol.
At the mercy of a callous sun
stuck in the convenience store,
with the dollar pack gum
and neon aisles
waiting on someone's merciless son
put me out and call me mercantile.
Bright and unforgiving florescence
security camera nailed to the wall
here forever, herded by invisible presence
popped open, and losing my effervescence
always in stock, always on call.
Middle of nowhere
and still not lost at all
in the land of desperation
all there is to do is wait
holed up in some air conditioned haven
believing in the fiction of fate
something deep inside of me
is going rotten,
threatening to break.
I've gone past my best by date
put me out
out of my misery
tired of this mirage and it's bewitchery
let me into the wild
to fall to my own devices
no longer a fool for you
and all your sugar-sweet vices.
Jan 28, 2025
Jan 28, 2025 at 12:35 AM UTC