"fragileness" poems
your hair like a cloud
your body like a baptism
you kissed my feet
like i was holy
our lives all tangled
blessed with newness
and beauty
you were
my fall from grace
my little reverie
come to life
our days
filled with smoke
our nights
filled with sleeplessness
together, lost in the thrills
the little green pills and
hundred dollar bills
together, lost in each other
all sweat and breath and love and skin
the sun fell out
the day we let the darkness in
our sweetest fragileness
our hearts made from silk
our home a secret that
brokenness built.
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 8:53 PM UTC
*Is it really any wonder
That we court the God of war ?
When a man offends in innocence
With imprudent comments poor,
When the slightest altercation
Leads to seeking of red blood,
And grudges borne with vehemence
Paste protagonists with mud.
Why is it that we tip toe
Through the fragileness of life ?
How is it that you rage
When he glances at your wife ?
What generates the jealousy
Of competitive bright flame
And activates the trigger
In the deadly baiting game ?
Why should we seek redemption
When the way is set in stone,
When antagonistic temperament
Is the customary way home,
When the flare of angry attitude
Leads the bearer to abyss
And inevitable conflict
Throws all reasoned thought amiss ?.
Reflect on how protracted
Is the winding road to love,
How long to place the building blocks
Of friendships’ hand in glove,
How gradual the process
Of steady cultivating trust
To the wondrous actuality
Of a brother bond that must.
Why does the God of war surmount
Mans best and dearest quest
To find a peace and harmony
Despite discords’ very best,
To live his days in certitude
Sidestepping risk of harm
To work toward tomorrows’ dawn,
And evening’s soothing charm.
Shatter prides absurdity
To dare to breach the norm,
To reach aloft for courage
And scale the unknown’s form.
To rail against mans’ enmity
To flail against his foe
To conquer human natures‘ worst
This beast of war must go!
Marshalg
Victoria Park Tunnel
21 June 2010*
Jun 20, 2010
Jun 20, 2010 at 5:21 PM UTC
I REMEMBER NOW, AS I DO EVERY DAY
HOW YOU SMILE
AND LAUGH SO EASILY
YOUR EYES,
NEVER THE SAME COLOUR.
SKIN, SOF AND WARM,
AMPLE TO THE TOUCH.
I LOVE YOUR VOLUPTIOUSNESS.
SUDUCTIVE WITHOUT TRYING.
**** WITHOUT KNOWING.
THE SMELL OF YOU –
*** AND CIGARETTES.
I LONG FOR IT ON MY PILLOWS.
YOUR SHYNESS MAKES ME WANT YOU MORE.
YOUR HIDDEN FRAGILENESS.
I WAN TO PROTECT YOU.
THE BIGGEST OF HEARTS,
SOMETIMES TO YOUR OWN DETRIMENT.
MY ANCHOR
MY SAVIOUR
MY ACCOMPLICE
YOU BREAK MY HEART SO EASILY
AND MEND IT WITH LESS THAN THAT
I WILL REMEMBER YOU FOREVER.
YOU HAVE CHANGED MY WORLD.
YOU ARE MY WORLD
Feb 17, 2010
Feb 17, 2010 at 3:39 AM UTC
The girl was always smiling.
Her smile never clouds over,
as if to cover up all the heartaches
and fragileness.
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 11:41 PM UTC
Perhaps…
You didn’t mean to mislead me
When you softly, quietly pressed your sweet, moistened lips to mine
Perhaps…
When you left your lightly scented kissed of licorice and lavender
Dancing on my heart in wispy, breathless winds
Just perhaps…
They were meant to tease and linger like chocolate in my strawberry dreams
And perhaps…
You didn’t mean to leave me in glistening, fragile tears
Now scattered like sweet petals of nature’s flowers
Blowing like diamonds in the elusive breeze ~
With my softened flesh and fragmented bones
Falling like lifeless feathers amidst the Universe and stars
Now…
I am but a twinkle in my own deep, slumbering eye
Traveling on gossamer arms of lords and angels
On evanescent empyrean wings…
In the skies of Heaven’s loving, welcoming embrace
Perhaps now...
You know how you broke my fragile heart
Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 10:15 PM UTC
Do you see, grasp in the nowhere and nowhen
the whole picture?
Register the tedious highs, lows, widths and breadths
before your private, iridologic rainbows?
Like grasping the rims of “allness” on the path of a forest,
letting yourself grow a vertigo, fragile and docile.
Every, every time you meet up with a person,
do you encompass in your grasp, mind’s eye, all they are, all they are,
at that one very time?
My vision dims out into dependence, when glasses leave, when the forest my attendance seeks
in utter loneliness without my harmony with it weaved.
I no longer have in survival advantage
but it feels more than right to fall, give over,
I give myself fragile, more just, and fit.
In that vulnerability I can see more than
a healthy eye can: Van Gogh’s work on my trees’ leaves.
That is what all presences, forms and life’s skies are for:
fragileness, undoneness, nothingness, reasonlessness
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 6:56 PM UTC
Thirty years ago
somewhere
in New Mexico.
It’s wintertime.
The phone booth glass
is cool and wet against
my forehead,
hand to breast
********* the scented
swatch you gave me,
lace fringed lavender,
sublime.
Like all that is
perfect in the world,
every inhalation
a burst of euphoria
played out across
the inside of my eyelids,
drifting,
I see the sun in
your hair through
half closed drapes,
skin as soft as your breath,
ecstasy in your eyes,
the fragileness of your being
pale and pink,
ruffled frills in shafts of
broken light
Hello?
Don’t hang up, please..
I’m begging you
A car honks, the wind blows.
I wipe a sniffle away with
your scent,
now every breath
I take is you.
Are you there?
I can hear you breathing..
silence
I draw a heart on the glass
and then self-consciously
wipe it away
silence
a sigh
and you speak
You hurt me
I know, I’m sorry
I didn’t want it
to turn out that way
I was afraid
and now I can’t stop thinking about you.
Fringe of lace
against my nose
eyes closed
Don’t call here anymore
Don’t ever call here anymore
silence
minutes
A voice on the line says
Sir your party has hung up..
..Sir?
I know…. I know…
I hang up the phone
I pull my collar up
around my ears
and step into the night
A little piece of you goes
with me in my pocket
I wonder will
the scent last forever.
Oct 6, 2017
Oct 6, 2017 at 11:54 PM UTC
An inflating reverie,
An nostalgic memory,
A far reaching boulevard,
lingering to debacle from
my stumbling and unsteady feet.
The days are long,
But the nights could be longer.
The moon hasn't cast a single fortune smile on me,
But it is nothing there but for the grace of the sun, that I take a trip back to the
Memory lane.
I hope you miss me as much as I do
I hope you don't go to bed with quivering hands or a distraction to keep your bed warm, or that the only onomatopoeia that remains in your house are empty bottles of alcohol clashing against each other harder than you clash your wrist over the scattering pieces of mirror that still remains on your bathroom wall.
The one you out-layed with your bare knuckles because you're tired of watching your soul bleeding in prepetuum at night.
I know the colour of crimson still remains throughout the dimness, and that the sun never sees you bleeding.
Your fragileness wilts quicker at night time than it does at daytime, and I know the moon laughs at your woe and misery.
It's been months, but I still feel obstacles stuck between my teeth and a wire wrapped around my tongue.
I feel my oralability whisking up into the lusterless sky, and the moon exchanges a hint of death and accomplishment.
Droplets of warm venom streams smoothly down my cheeks, because I remember how you haven't been crying warm tears on my shoulder in a very long time,
And it is no wonder I shiver myself to sleep every night I close my eyes.
See, we're from two completely different scenario's,
You and I.
You engage your suffery into more pain than you're likely to feel, and I allow myself to remember.
The warm, summer nights filled with love and stars.
The nights where I got hom with the light to the porch still glowing brighter than your flaunty appearance I'd acquaint myself with once I step over the treshold
When watching your yellow sundress fluttering in the open wind wasn't as bad as whirling droplets of blood spattering against my mirror reminding me of how you're bleeding from the
Outside,
And I'm bleeding from the
Inside
When we were happy,
do you remember?
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 10:15 AM UTC
After the makeup—
The thick layers you insist on painting—
After the jewels
And the fashionable clothes
As well as your glossy hair,
After all that’s off
You know what’s left?
What’s left isn’t the pimples,
The dark circles
The limpness of your hair
The unkept, unruly appearance you hide.
What’s left is a perfect image
An image that means true beauty
I can see the clearness
The fragileness
The humaneness that is you
All I see is someone
That I don’t need to chase
And that I don’t need to glorify
Under false pretenses
y.k.
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 10:32 AM UTC
embracing your diverse vibe
I hold in my arctic breath as we wander outside
grasping the cigarette between my shivering fingers
I feel the warmth of the smoke linger
I howl it upwards
notice your fist in a clench
slugging my eyes to meet yours
I see your fragileness shining through
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 6:01 PM UTC
If spaghetti taught me anything,
it's that the sharpness of a spear is
directly proportional with it's
fragileness.
After learning,
you cook it
and
you eat it.
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 9:55 AM UTC
Mencius, what is that they're doing?
Zhǐ! Another immortal walked from the sea;
Leaf & cordage finely chopped,
Throughly masticated & combined,
Left to the air to then reside
And collected after dried.
How most strange & curious!
You say the nobility call this parchment,
But for humor as irony
And because of the sound made
During the process of hammering,
The craftsmen call it paper?
And, like with tattoos,
They use pastes & fluids like dyes & resins
To stain drawings, shapes, and characters?
The lesser the weight of tablets,
Well-traveled with, easily read & clearly,
Markable with ease; readily inviting change
After change, reflecting our fragileness & resilience, offering record of our thoughts & accomplishments, a chance for the more prolific scribe and the library diverser & denser?
How wonderous a creation,
How gifted the craftsmen,
How genius the inventors.
Wow. That was so long ago
Before I was born.
But then compared to much else,
This fledgling has yet to have flown
From the small enclaves it nests as home.
Feb 11, 2025
Feb 11, 2025 at 4:11 PM UTC
you were my safety
your whirlpool eyes
forever pulling me
back in
your ******* always wet
with my tears
your hands always
in my hair
twirling braids and
pinning barrettes
you arms always
draped around my
shoulders,
absorbing all the hurt.
my only solace
in a lifetime of darkness,
the only one
i'd allow my heart to love
in all it's fragileness,
the body that birthed me
it is only fitting
that you would be
the final break before
the shatter
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 5:13 PM UTC
I cannot say much
For we have just begun
A rocky start
We're managing to overcome
There's a fragileness about you
One I almost failed to see
How you're so scared of being hurt
Scared to completely open up
Scared to just be
We're all broken in one way or another
Heart torn to pieces by an ex lover
Scared to admit we're no longer the same
It's always much easier to say love is to blame
Feeling worthless, like you got nothing more to give
But there's a fire burning inside you
You just gotta first forgive
Yourself, for being foolish and naive
For not knowing what you wanted
And thus causing you to grieve
You don't realize your charms
And what makes you oh so sweet
And when it comes to other girls
There is no need to compete
And if in the end
Things for us aren't meant to be
Then let it be so
I just want you to know
That every word I've said
Has come from the soul
You deserve to be happy
You deserve to know what love is
It's the most wonderful high
And if I can
Then I'll show you what I think love is
Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 6:51 PM UTC