"franticly" poems
I'm franticly searching for a bit of oxygen, I'm suffocating
these dreams are drowning me,
no surprise, I fall asleep at night stalking along the shoreline
I wake up, surrounded by salt water.
your words sent me asphyxiating
choking on what to say next.
this constant wave of emotions is no longer worth
a relationship that there is no hope in catching.
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 6:42 AM UTC
Some mornings, heartbreak is in your bones, settled deep inside though you can’t seem to recall sending the invitation.
Your rib cage stands like the bare tree of fall, the wind whistling through it’s frail branches, tapping on your window as if to remind you, you are alone.
Some mornings, heartbreak is in your skull, in the crevices of the pale blue casing that surrounds your every thought, the broken dreamcatcher trying to keep the evil away.
But ghosts can float between the bars, slip inside your deepest secrets, with no regret or remorse for making you cry out in the night.
Some mornings, heartbreak is in your spine, intertwining like ivy on a lamp post, leaving you begging for someone else to hold your own head up for you.
Comfort resides in the hours spent cut off from reality, for at least you have control of that, though the dreams leave you franticly reaching in the night for something unknown to even you.
Some mornings, heartbreak finds it’s way back to your heart, slides through the valves, into the ventricles, mixing with the blood that gives you life. Heartbreak gives you life. Heartbreak reaches every last corner of your body, crippling you and taunting you, but you are still capable of breathing on your own. Heartbreak may be a thief, but you are a statue, broken and crumbling around the edges but still standing after all these years.
Some mornings, heart break is in your body. It seems to make up the essence of you, but it is not your being. You are your being.
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 1:36 AM UTC
I looked at the picture of you
Sorrow
Love
Hatred
I never felt my tears
Collect upon the plain glass
Collecting my emotions in the corner
A puddle of
Remorse,
Happiness,
Sadness,
Of not having you by my side,
"You left me"
"You deserted me"
"You left a broken heart"
After you
There is no life,
There is but loneliness
"I throw the picture"
Its frame shatters upon
Impact
But out of destruction
I see a written note,
"Handwriting"
"Your words"
I franticly
Tread upon broken glass
To read this moment frozen
Never spoken from lips till now,
"Dearest one"
"I treasured our moments"
"With each breath I breathed you in"
"I want you to remember the times"
"That mattered"
"Those times are your treasures"
"In the hard times"
"Read these words"
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"I love you without hesitation"
"I will love you from a far"
"My love for you never went out"
"It still burns from a far"
"I will never leave you"
"look towards the heavens"
"Know that I am forever in your heart"
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He was always the romantic
"I hold this note to my heart"
I
Love
You
My darling, I will never give in
For one day we will meet,
With that day, it will be as if we were never apart.
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 5:24 PM UTC
I was stirred awake by a sound so familiar
A cry barely audible through closed doors
Gently I removed her head from its home
Nestled close upon my chest
As not to disturb an angel from her slumber,
The rest a mother so dearly deserves
I rose to my feet, a guardian to those I love
Feeling as I always have before, a need to protect them
With subtle steps I crept over to the room adjacent
Expecting to find only a child, teary eyed and alone
The cries were louder now, but the bed empty
A fear rose over me, for the boy’s only two
Franticly I searched through the closet and clutter
My heart beat quickly against my chest
I lifted the mattress, greeted at last by bright blue eyes
My hands wrapped around tiny wrists
Pulled him free from his hiding
Picked him up with relief like none I’d felt before
Held him tight in my tattooed arms
And he rested his head upon my shoulder
But the tears still they streamed
I could feel their cold trails
As they rolled down my bare back
I rocked him the way she had so many times before
Promised him everything would be alright
He clung fast to me, I could sense he’d found safety
And soon the tears ceased to flow
While his mother was sleeping I was proud of myself
Taking care of my family, everything just felt so right
As I basked in the moment and whispered to him
Suddenly, slowly, he lifted up his little head
Turned toward the door and then he said, “Mommy”
And surely enough through the crack she was there
Watching her man with her boy in his care
I could see in her eyes that she’d found all she’s wanted
In those few short minutes, in that little room
She had seen all the wonder that I had felt
If reality is far better than you can imagine
There’s no need for sleep when real dreams can happen
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 8:40 PM UTC
The blustery east wind
gathers the fragrant
Warm Springs
high desert
mountain sage,
cascading
downhill
through
Dry Creek pass
surging downward
from above
the Hood River valley,
with breath of sky's bouquet
of billowing
aromatic avalanche,
gushing
of heaven's zephyr
The poignant
sudden starkness
of fiery autumn leaves
letting go
whirling ― falling
helter skelter,
pushed urgently
flying westbound,
beckoned franticly
by
distant whispered
ocean bellows
blowin' in the winds
of change ―
Adrift across
Parkdale
mountain meadows,
Coyote bent,
paw trodden
ripe sweet grasses,
pungent with
waft of mountain sage
and fermenting apples fallen ―
the waxing silence
of the marvelous moon
echoes just beyond
the Lost Lake of the Woods,
its golden orange crescent
dances on clear lake ripples,
high perched
sky reflection lapping
the moon kissed shoreline
― alone ―
The Sliver of the Moon,
skinny lithe
unripened youth
arching
as unsated
summer love ―
sage memories
waxing and waning,
whiffs of honeyed Jasmine
writhing witherings,
coalescent
time drifts onward ―
unstoppable changes
never turning around
looking back
to see
their fading reflection
recurring ―
august rivers 2017
*note to self:
September 15, 16 east wind
Breathing Waft of lingering Mountain Sage
another Autumn soon comes*
... and I'm getting older too
Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 12:33 PM UTC
That face I once knew,
so utterly alluring,
those eyes magnified beauty,
oh how time flew,
I must go back,
not a minute goes by without you in mind,
I built it out of love,
memories true,
feelings absolute,
franticly I make this machine of time,
Time with you,
so priceless and evident,
I must go back,
your absence,
my hearts deepest casualty,
you were true in it ALL,
I've never felt so correct,
your kiss,
a mouthful of euphoria,
holding you eternally,
so tight,
will make it I swear,
I built it out of love,
memories true,
feelings absolute,
I'm trapped happily,
in my time machine,
Oh my time machine,
Oh my time machine,
Oh OUR time machine...
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 3:09 PM UTC
My heart
a ticking time bomb
beating faster and faster
louder and louder.
Until it began to sink
in a wonderful way.
A time bomb ticking
faster and faster
louder and louder
now with the weight of it’s heavy anchor
pulling deeper and deeper
downward
or maybe inward.
White knuckles on the steering wheel
gripping tight at ten and two
all I can do to calm the earthquakes
stemming from my chest
and radiating through my finger tips.
My stomach is tortuous
twisting and turning
in an effort to keep out my frenzied heart.
A turf war
as the anchor drags it downward
threatening to invade occupied territory.
Now faster and faster
louder and louder.
My heart is banging on every inch of my chest
desperately wanting my attention.
Franticly, screaming and banging
begging me to be rational.
Or maybe, just maybe
my heart was bouncing and screaming
as high off the adrenaline
as I was.
Maybe it smiled as it ran
eyes closed, scissors in hand.
Perhaps the cool façade
I held
only held in my expression.
In the dark of the night
the sun found its way to my cheeks
as they burned
hotter and hotter
until the sunburn left
its brand on my skin.
The only visible sign
reflecting my inner state.
Outside of the car,
the only light shone from windows lit up
by families
ignorant to the
earthquakes, turf wars, and ticking time bombs
so close to their safe
quiet homes.
The earthquake spread
its destruction to my legs
as the right one focused
slow and steady on the gas
and the left bounced
at a pace to match the my heart.
The car crawled forward
past the families
safe in their homes.
I was a frantic fish
desperately dancing in the unfamiliar air
begging to be released
in the center of the calm,
peaceful lake.
The car stopped
and there was silence.
The radio played,
the engine hummed,
the cars sped by.
Awaiting the inevitable mass destruction,
my breath was taken,
it all stopped.
The cold hand encompassed my cheek
and the lips pressed against mine
with a contradicting force and gentleness
stopping the earthquakes
the turf war
the sinking
and shaking
the faster
the louder
and the ticking time…
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 2:55 PM UTC
Screaming Spades Scare Spastic Diamonds,
Clumsy Clubs Carefuly Cut the Deck,
Horrible Hearts Hum Hymns from Hell
With the Jokers and Jacks, where the Demons Dwell.
Twos and Threes Tear Through the Trees
While Fours and Fives Flail Franticly,
Free Falling From Far-Fetched Facilities.
Six and Seven Slowly Sufficate
As Evil Eights Eradicate Everything on Earth.
Nasty Nines Need Narcotics and ****** for
Terrorizing Tens Tendorizing Tremendous Tributaries
Feeding the Fifty Five Forrests of Fargoth
Aug 6, 2012
Aug 6, 2012 at 5:26 AM UTC
How are you still here?
Are you locked in a maze of my memories?
Trying franticly to escape and
screaming your way into consciousness
New pills but the same tunes
It’s been so long and yet some days
It feels like I’m still trapped
In the personal hell you constructed for me
You owned not only the key
Nor the concrete windowless walls
Nor the velvet-thick darkness surrounding me
as I begged for you to let your light in again
but you owned me too
You didn’t even need chains to keep me there
My heavy heart held me down more than any metal could
I can’t even say I escaped
Because you
let me go
Twice
Both times reopening the deadbolts to call me back
And obediently I came crawling in
And then you shoved me out again
This time without warning
The light burned my eyes and my skin
My hands bled as I scratched at the door
Tears choking all the words back to my stomach
And when I couldn’t feel anything anymore
I grabbed a knife
and carved a map into my skin
Desperately waiting for you to call me back again
But you didn’t
And I’d like to say that I’m ok now
That you no longer torture me
But I’m not.
And you still do.
Of course she helps
I swear someone sent an Angel
And I’m not worthy of her
But she still loves me
And I’m terrified that one day
my demons will tear through her wings
just like you tore through my heart
And though she helps mend it again
It will never be whole again
Because you stole a piece for your own sick collection.
Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 7:54 PM UTC
Expounding on the concept of energy in motion
Compounding to the group like skin does to lotion
Surrounding myself with strangers an commotion
Heart pounding at my nerves with tepid demotion
Abounding to the waves just like riding the ocean
Confounding my words and their goal of a notion
Astounding even myself with this crazy devotion
Resounding thoughts change to words in e-motion
People watching through the glass
Just Inches away, but worlds apart
Remind myself, this too shall pass
Want to quit before I can even start
My mind is muddled as I contrast and compare
I"m left utterly befuddled, as I accidentally stare
So many thoughts in my brain I'm dying to share
I"m alone, I can't believe we breathe the same air
From a rowdy loud crowded bar
To a franticly crazy coffee shop
Stuck on a cramped subway car
En route to a lounge on a rooftop
They will stick to all their clicks
Avoiding all direct eye contact
Like momma birds to their chicks
How dare I even think to distract
May as well be a wall of bricks
Cementing the non disclosure pact
I wanna break the wall down
Demolish all of the barriers
Black, white, yellow, or brown
We"re all red blood carriers
Waves of freedom reigning down with power
Comfortably numb standing under the tower
Free of thoughts on the rocks amidst the ocean
Have nots drift away down a hole with e-motion
Adeptly wading among the chaos and disorder
Decisions being weighed as I stand at the border
Cold and motion less frozen into absolute solitude
Old is all relative and my energy is finally renewed
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 5:36 PM UTC
sounds slide slowly
past palaces pitted
against aggressive
kings
constantly
killing
cowardly
farmers franticly falling
towards towers
of
endless eroding
pillars piled
with intentions of a sinister nature
built only to lead fools to die in a room with no light
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 5:16 PM UTC
As she runs through the forest, smitten with excitement, she passes tall pines and even fallen pines, in an effort to find the lover ahead of her.
He walks in a daze, as if stuck in a daydream, rendered useless by the magnification of her beauty and the way he feels with her arms wrap as tightly as she can around him in embrace.
She stops to call his name, never thinking of who, or what, else may come calling instead, for she does not fear the woods, but the thought of never seeing her love again.
He begins to become impatient with not knowing the locality of his precious love, and he begins to quicken his pace in his most confident direction, feeling only with his heart.
She is having indecision in her selection of direction, and doubts her current course, stopping again to ponder the true path she should take....creeping thoughts of the forest come after unfamiliar noises arose.
He is in full sprint, looking franticly in each direction as he runs, yelling her name with each possible breath he can spare, sure to find her quickly reserving no vigor for potential encounters.
She is starting to despair with the thought of being lost and never finding her prince, she cries such tears, that she creates a stream with the tears for her lost love.
He begins to tire and feels distraught over the whereabouts of his love, he know she is alone in the forest, and in his anguish stumbles upon a stream, he splashes the warm water on his face washing away grief.
As night falls, she begins to realize that she may never find her love, and she cries harder, until her tears and herself...become the stream in her bereavement
As shade covers all, he sees her in his heart, but fears he will never see her again, and to avoid cold he finds refuge in the pools of the warm stream....becoming a tree in his sorrow.
Ages pass...a young boy sits at the base of a very large tree and watches the stream of the warmest water disappear into the tree...living together forever...one is the purpose...the other the life.
The tree cannot be without the water......but the water is not needed without the tree...
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 9:10 AM UTC
.
How is it that when you need
something - anything - from me, I run franticly
to your side to aid your desires...But when I just ask for a
little compassion, a little distraction, a little satisfaction.
You look right through my pleading eyes to the person
behind me and seductively say, "Hey, could you do
me a favor?" And that's when I melt inside. I feel
misused, abused and yet I can't wait until I'm
reused. Because I believe that next time,
will be the last time, the final time
when you realize that I might
not come running. Instead
I'll be waiting for you
to miss me by your
side - like I miss
being there.
Someday
Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 9:13 PM UTC
A Night for a Rose
The arrogance of passion
Touch me in places I didn't know existed
A gallant prince silently Hunts for the stars
Midnight brought Feathers descending slowly
On stray wave thoughts hang on the balance of peacefulness
Deliverance bottled up inside the pain
The thickness of an iceberg
Keeping a glacier glue to the sky
Insane minds swinging with the sharks
The discovery of your eyes in the middle of a blossom rose
Strings of my life squeeze a breath of air
Your hands unlimited creation, a rhythm breakthrough a kingdom
Swift passage through earthly possession, franticly speaking
Fear has left me breathless, reneged against the machine
The exception of a butterfly, the ways of the moon
Straight face keeps false pretence of many eyes
Unpreventable desire of lust
Continue their journey upstream
Deeply pondering, my words became clouds raining on your parade
The door close behind the red lights igniting my way out
Surrender in front a passion passing you by
For a longest I can remember love walk away from my senses
The letter awaken your nakedness in front of the mirror
Softly I lay beside a broken lover
For miles I believed the touché of my lips will heal you
The strike of a guitar playing with the stars
Shine a knockout blow for the undesirables
The wave unveil the true meaning of lost
But the light always shines bright
On my heart…
Rony Joseph all rights reserved 2010
Jul 5, 2010
Jul 5, 2010 at 2:40 PM UTC
My legs and arms flail
franticly, I propel my body
across the sand.
We are being pursued
by Killers.
I hear my brother’s screams
As his murderers rip
him apart.
I must reach the safety
of the water.
My stalker cries triumphantly!
He dives, I dive.
Mine is the victory!
Death has been cheated
It’s not easy
being born a turtle.
Nov 13, 2011
Nov 13, 2011 at 8:07 PM UTC
While everything of beauty dies,
And you can hear the wild bird’s cries,
A squirrel runs franticly from branch to branch.
His red-gold fur gleams in the shining dawn,
As he gazes down at a young fawn,
Loping peacefully among the colourful leaves.
Red, green and orange crunch beneath him,
He gnaws at vegetation on a mere whim,
Then he flees at the sight of a burly hunter.
With a short bang and a soft thud,
The deer’s fur becomes matted with blood,
The hunter proudly advances to claim his prize.
Tying his dinner to the front of his truck,
He drives home cheerfully through the muck,
Later that night the tender meat will be a stew.
As the children bounce around the house,
The mother screams at the sight of a mouse,
A tatty little friend who shivers in the corner.
Apr 27, 2010
Apr 27, 2010 at 8:18 PM UTC
Our breathing quickens as we touch,
Kisses mingle in perfect harmony,
Wet and deep and lingering.
I stroke your warm nakedness
And shudder in disbelief.
Tracing the lines and curves,
Of your form, one more perfect,
Softer than the next.
And I shutter still more.
Tasting then each other’s
Ultimate intimacy,
The salty-sweet nectar
of human love exchanged.
Tongues and wet warm mouths
moving as if they are possessed,
Having minds of their own.
Our mutual excitement pushing
us both to nearly explode!
You whispering words of love
That deepen my desire even more.
We are actually panting now,
I can feel the intense beating
Of the heart within your Chest
And it matches that of my own.
Our bodies’ moving ever closer,
Deeper to the object,
Of our collective desire,
My head spinning,
Dizzy in response to this,
Our compelling growing excitement,
As we franticly rhythmically dance,
In Loves penetrating embrace.
The loving complete,
Our passions spent,
We lay exhausted,
Wrapped in each other’s arms,
Both of us clinging as if unwilling,
Or perhaps even afraid to let go.
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 11:47 AM UTC
He held the sword ready, standing very still,
The seconds ticked by.
He charged towards me,
I was taken by surprise,
His sword casually slicing my forearm.
Covered in dirt, I howled in pain
As my weapon fell fo the ground.
I danced back, trying to stem the flow of blood.
He brought his clenched fist down on my shoulder blade,
As I tried to move in for a throw, he shifted his weight slightly, sticking out his foot
As I went tumbling, the smell of venom entered my nostrils.
I coughed and fell back again, struggling to breathe,
Franticly searching for my gas mask, I grab my weapon.
Just as my enemy goes to pick up his cutlass,
Another shoots my right shoulder
Gasping for clean air, I watch
All my comrades explode before my eyes
As I lay slowly, silently, slipped out of consciousness,
I could taste the invisible death upon me,
Choking, panting, wheezing, blind, fear, trembling, cold,
Absolute horror, as death slouches upon me....
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 1:06 PM UTC
She is a moon
Satellite woman
Orbiting
Ostracized
From a world
Full of people
She is the last
Oil and honey cookie
Lonely moon face
Abandoned on a plate
Sweet as she is
No one will accept her
She is a shoe scuffed and worn
As those carrying her
Franticly fragilely
To her bus stop
But it will not wait
And she will walk alone
She is a worm
Craving home soil
Braving the careless bite
She chances the apple
Aching to be part of this earth
But she is a moon
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 7:41 PM UTC
Eyes eventually tell everything that man had hoped to hide.
Franticly evading telling the truth that torments and tempts to break free, man forever fights to keep the fierce feverish fire, inside his fragile existence, cooled and contained.
Reluctantly reconciling rash reasonings riotously retained and rightfully remembered he realizes no room remains for remorse or regret.
Had warnings been headed, harsh words and heated discussions would have ceased to have been carelessly created to counter the creeping crawling suspicions cornered within.
Jul 5, 2012
Jul 5, 2012 at 6:46 PM UTC
I'm franticly searching for a bit of oxygen, I'm suffocating
these dreams are drowning me,
no surprise, I fall asleep at night stalking along the shoreline
I wake up, surrounded by salt water.
your words sent me asphyxiating
choking on what to say next.
this constant wave of emotions is no longer worth
a relationship that there is no hope in catching.
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 7:41 AM UTC
Die hard hipsters
Wildly clinging to images of
Adolescence
Regaling epic fables
Lost inside **** infested minds
Grazing shoulders with the
Super cool young things
Franticly plunging ahead
Towards perceived sophistication
Bearded dudes
Heads cocked at a jaunty angle
Whiskey in hand, lust in their eyes
Confrontation
Just one sip away
Painted princesses
With ***** smeared lipstick and beguiling costumes
Stealing glances in the direction
Of anticipated adulation
Dreamy trumpets from bygone days
Colliding with breakbeats
Deliciously intoxicating
Shimmering
Across dance floors
Bodies blending
Contorting in need
Cheeks flushed
From a desire to complete
Glorious in their absurdity
Pretension festers
Brilliance diminished
Hidden within conformity
And a compulsion to submit
Its Friday Night
The pressure is on
To 'be seen'
Where intention is necessary
But the encounter
Is
Everything
(C) Pixievic 2016
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 9:20 AM UTC
On a Wednesday I bit down hard
Into an apple.
The red ringed hues of crimson
I thought would taste better to my mouth
Than to my eyes
Until the sweet juice dripped down
Onto my chin
Leaving a sticky residue that ******
On my fingers when I wiped it away.
The one bite of flesh I held in my open mouth
Less open than my eyes
That first saw that thing.
That half of a worm that
Still wriggled for life
Hung half out a hole in my apple
Like a drowning man hanging out of a
Bouie waving his arms franticly for help
But underneath the water his
Legs still and deader than what
I can either assume to be the head or end
Of the worm still in my mouth.
Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 5:25 PM UTC
I want to hurt you, desert you, socially disgrace you,
Shame you, break you, and publically deface you,
Simply and quite easily displace you,
But I can’t,
I want to beat you, delete you, silently defeat you,
Spite you, fight you, locally expedite you,
Gently and easily overwrite you,
But I can’t,
I want to kick you, flick you, psychotically brick you,
Nab you, grab you, franticly jab you,
Smiling as I lovingly stab you,
But I can’t,
I want to grin, watch blood soak in, laughing within,
Delighting in my sin, comfortably rock...in,
As, I picture you in your coffin,
But I can’t,
But I can wait; I’m at the gate, of fate,
Don’t be late……………
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 7:57 PM UTC
Killers
of men, women and children
animals, vegetation
and finally of ourselves
for nothing better to do
out of boredom (pain)
a second of fun
Lovers
pationate and yet tense
always ready to abruptly burst
into dreams of others and play
(and let ourselves be played like)
with our prey adoring the moment
more than eternity
Poets
romantics at heart
each keeping our own faith
in god in reason in nothingness
franticly chasing some long lost lives
trying to extract the secret to live
instead of living our time
and if nothing’s set and nothing’s proven
then what are we?
a cloud that longingly rains upon the earth
...and we’re gonna rain until the last drop
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 6:59 PM UTC