"hault" poems
To fear the utmost bravery
To hault at expectations
This is life
We choose to loathe in comfort or seek love from others outside of us
To fear the utmost truth is the reason of existence
We have to learn
To grow
To expand
To fly
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 10:51 AM UTC
Your pale grass colored eyes flickered towards me in the passenger seat;
cigarette out the window
I stare at my ruby colored lips in the side view mirror
You drum your fingers on the wheel to Blue Bossonova
I remember the dream catcher hanging from the mirror catching my eye;
a majestic golden hue from the sunlight reflecting off of it.
We weren't supposed to be driving the car,
We both knew this, but we were rebels
So I had climbed out my window without my parents knowing
ripping my jeans in the process
just to be with you.
Had I known it would be the last time I'd touch you;
Had I known it would be the last time I'd kiss your lips
I would have stayed in my bed
The Shins blaring through my headphones
Thinking about all the things I'm going to do with you
Had I known it would be the last time seeing you smile
The last time hearing you breathe
Hearing you talk
Touching your skin
I would have obeyed my parents rules for once.
Instead of staring at your pretty green eyes
I stare at the pretty headlights coming our way
I feel the car swerve to the left;
the dream catcher falling
The car spinning like a dradle in the air
It was like everything were in slowmotion
As I look over at you in horror
your pale green eyes flicker away from mine
closing as if to say
"I'm sorry."
The car comes to a hault.
You were motionless as we were upside down
Tears fall down my ****** cheeks
I scream at you to wake up;
but you wouldn't
Then I stopped wasting my breath
I stopped
Like your heart
Had I known it would be the last time I'd touch you;
Had I known it would be the last time I'd kiss your lips
I would have stayed in my bed
The Shins blaring in my headphones
because now I'm fantasying about all the things we could have done
About all the things we could have said
like
"You're paying for the electrical bill this time."
or
"I do."
Now I'm stuck listening to Blue Bossonova
blaring in my headphones
thinking about all the things I'd have to do without you
Had I known
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 11:18 PM UTC
Rolling down the road, in a sunset town
A pop from the tailpipe and a rumbling sound.
Never before have you seen the town like this.
Friendly faces, children running. Bliss.
A sweet voice, humming over the airwaves
Sultry and definite, like the end of this day.
It's stampeding to a hault, to an end of days.
It should have always ended this way.
The raccoon, his days of mischieve cut short,
Forever stagnant and flat on the black.
No one will build him his tomb, an animal mosoluem, no funeral fort.
What will happen when I die, what will be lax?
We all stride to and fro,
Oscillatory on this wavelength God-given.
What happens when we finally go,
When our own life is not living?
Men may say that life is long for fear of the afterworld,
For that untrodded territory in which we know not of
But I say that life is too fleeting,
For the fish which swim, the birds above.
What is life, when put to music?
Can you hear it better when the melodies mix?
Is the world more rustic?
Are we fools to its tricks?
Sunset falling on faces of a sprawl,
One day over, one to end them all.
I feel an ocean rushing over me
I find myself floating at sea
Jul 7, 2011
Jul 7, 2011 at 9:15 PM UTC
Here I sit again
drained out, washed up and fingers worn;
left to wonder where the time has gone.
This disillusion I have dreamt of before
and I remain unfulfilled
holding steady for another day
but I wait in discontent
Soft and steady spiral
shoot me up to the heavens
trigger pressed
i rifle towards the skyline
In search of the unknown
I fly around aimlessly
plucking the clouds from the sky
one by one
Shimmering twilight
another day has since come to pass.
Without a hault,
I am going nowhere fast.
Puppet of this upset dynasty,
I parade around a "united" soldier
fallen to shambles under
a shameless facade.
They have stolen the dignity
of our fathers without blinking.
Onward we must march
before this ship is done sinking.
Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 7:57 AM UTC
even now
i am haunted by you still
i see you everywhere,
i hear you every time
the waves crash into the shore
and feel you each time
the wind caresses my skin.
our songs play
and my day comes to hault
i'm back to those summer nights,
wrapped inside your arms
honey and clementines
bleeding from our lips.
in those moments i realise
how deeply you are buried
into my being,
as if my bones are made
from magnets
searching just for you.
Mar 30, 2021
Mar 30, 2021 at 2:19 PM UTC
You continue to exemplify everything beautiful in this world
The heavens above exalting a thousand trumpets
Symphonies hailing from the mountains,
Her intoxicating smile glistening, biting my lip in allusion.
Your eyes unimaginably delicate,
Thinking of you, a piano chorus dwindling on repeat.
Your bashful beauty,
Alway makes rainy days come to a hault.
So much wrong in this world,
Pressure, decisions and guilt,
And I am just here admiring you.
Everytime I look at you,
My lump heart skips a beat.
Clenching my sweaty hands,
I have seen you a million times before
But you mesmerize my love struck mind.
Every inch of you, impeccable and unchangeable.
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 11:52 PM UTC
I have no where to go
No one to turn to
No ear is listening, no open arms
I don't know what to do
Everyone is busy in their lives
How selfish to ask to put hault
Why are you depressed
It is something you did, it is your fault
I am not alone
Physically
But it feels like I have no one
Basically
I want to scream
I want to shout
But that isn't okay
Don't put your feelings out
Am I misunderstood
Doesn't anyone get me
Do you hear
Can you hear my plea
Just out me out
My misery
No more pain, no more sadness
Set my soul free
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC
With or without me your world still moves,
but mine without you stopped to a hault,
the seasons never changed and the rain continues to fall.
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 8:22 AM UTC
Cozy sheets, cold feet,
Fleece blankets, thick-feathery comforter,
And a crackling fire beneath the stars,
You & me with nothing in between,
But the calm of the night & the ocean breeze.
The world has come to a hault,
Time does not exist,
It's just you & me with nothing in between.
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 5:05 AM UTC
The double decker bus rolled across the road,
sweaping around the bend at an alarming angle.
I leapt from my seat and flew across the floor,
sliding to a hault amidst laughter and cheers.
That journey sent me spiralling into danger at work,
almost slipping on clowns bannana's and custard pies.
They always seem to have the last laugh I think,
whilst I step out of my big shoes into the arena.
The rush of wind blew overhead as they walked,
throwing themselves into open hands, ready to catch.
I tried that once a long time ago when I was stupid,
but even I needn't tell you the unfortunate outcome.
Leaving them in the hands of fate I wandered willingly,
to the only place where wildness couldn't be contained.
The place I worked day in, day out, through good and bad,
shifting the dirt of the ones who shine the brightest in the circus.
Dec 10, 2009
Dec 10, 2009 at 10:01 AM UTC
I am so lost and there's not a road that leads back
I continued down a dark path constantly veering of the track.
I kept walking through the darkness leaving broken pieces of me behind
A trail of bread crums that no one will ever find
Stumbling through the shawdows
Making all the same mistakes
Tumbling round and round until my sanity finally breaks
I have reached a destination but my mind has taken its toll
I met so many demons they finally tainted my soul
Im at a cross roads i hault and stand still
I no longer have the energy no strengh Nor the will
I fall down to my knees and place my hands over my head
I relise im just a empty vessle because inside i am dead
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 9:25 PM UTC
Hault! For ye who gazed with awe in the depths of humanity.
Hault! For ye who trims the roses of Eden!
Hault! For ye who resights in deep meditation on the top of reeds tower.
Hault for ye who called upon Al-Assad.
Hault I say for vincent lost his faith and so will you!
Hault I say for I love him yet her too!
Hault I say for this generation of ****
Hault I say for all but one!.
My minds full of ideas
But surely you'll like none
Because they leave the chance of me becoming a helpless *** for the politict who thinks all must be rich, I think you're a cowardly *****
When the sun goes down, the moon must rise; and you say this is divine?
Dantes had it! Why should I not!?
Power and freedom is all I want
But to you man of the comittie, I'll do what I want- and I'll have no pity!.
By keone friesen.
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 9:27 PM UTC
Upon me imposed
Rules that I uphold
For what it is to be me...
I surrendered to you
For a path less true
Blaming, as I have failed to see...
Yet now I realize
Blind were My eyes
The world of limitations we shared...
Cast down from skys
I refused to rise
To my abilities, my passion, my cares...
Fear of unknown
Of being alone
I reduced myself to being your crutch...
Forgiveness I plea
I could not live free
As I learned to need you too much...
I understand
t'was not Your hand
That molded me into this form...
Won't allow you to hault
Nor toss upon fault
You who walks with me through this storm..
Feb 1, 2013
Feb 1, 2013 at 2:01 AM UTC
Each day passes
in front of out eyes we wait
for the minutes
but remember the hours
Our moods do rise and fall
faster than the sun ever does
but we have some bad days, some good
we measure our moods with the stars
Frequent walks are less frequently followed
by memories of the road
we remember we walked
we wonder where we went
And so it is that we read a poem,
the words tickle our tired eyes
yet when the words come to a hault
we are left with a feeling, no recollection of punctuation.
Enjoy the days
remember the minutes
look to the sun
remember the earth on which you stand
walk for hours
remember your route
read until your eyes drift closed
remember each comma.
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 6:15 PM UTC
an
lie
who
gets
hurt
first
why
are
you
so long winded
replied the truth
hault
who goes there
she has my mind
never mind
she was
just
another
looking
for
what
she thought was truth
?
...
..
.
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 7:52 AM UTC
It's such a pity
That we spent so many drunken nights
Holding hands
And kissing each others scars
All for it
To come to a sudden hault
Because you met a girl
With not so many faults
Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 6:11 PM UTC
The sky may be dark
The battle is long
Screams pull you down
Slow you to a hault
You may want to continue
Or just stop where you are
But someone needs you
To get up and start
Shes small and beautiful
Looks just like you
Green eyes of wonder
Curls all a mess
She watches you closely
Holding tight to the thought
That you will love her one day
As much as her mom
She's quiet and calm
Until she gets mad
A firecracker pop
With a fuse to be lit
No dolls or tea sets
Bows and ruffles are gone
She plays in the mud
And stays ***** not clean
She watches you
And you don't know
She loves you more
Than the ocean and shore
She wants to go with you
To fight the odds
She wants to help
You pull our side
She's staying home
To keep safe her life
Your battle with them
Would end her
So dont forget her
Even if you don't love her
She loves you
No matter what you do
May 27, 2012
May 27, 2012 at 10:26 PM UTC
I would never
or would I
hard to tell
when it's you
easy to analyze someone on the outside
doesn't need all the facts
a proper conclusion
but from the inside
can't really say
how you feel about the day
or if it even matters
or if it should to you
difficult to know for sure
if the bugs bite for your blood
or because you're already decomposing
so what is it, exactly
which is more accurate
are you alive and thriving
or slowly rotting inside
each step closer
to a less than legendary hault
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 9:45 PM UTC
I would like pay homage
For this incredible page
Depicting shining stage
Everyone's therapy
A drug free ecstasy
Dreams, and fantasy
Brought to life
Thank you for the impossible
Making things possible
You gave people relief
Opening doors to belief
Ideas, emotions, thoughts
Shared for the world to see
Setting many souls free
Planting the seed for the next tree
Traveling at an extraordinary speed
Opening minds so that people can read
And feed their brain & break the restrain
Inevitable to hault like a train
Holding you up high on my wall like a frame
Seeking truth never wanted fame
My favorite site I dwell in peace
For the founder, the director, and administrator
I would like to say thank you
For this marvelous opportunity
You have done well
You have accomplished
You have constructed art
You have extreme potential
You have impacted something
I can surely tell...
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 6:38 PM UTC
my fingers break when I write this
my mind cracks like the grounds of a death filled earthquake
my lives are petrified
and the thoughts who are civilans perish
under the lava of life that erupts itself
with contagious fumes in my mind
I came close to something that
could have well rolled of my tongue so nicely
as perfect
now Im far away
and I might always be
burden places itself on my side
smiling at me always
like a dimmed creature
horror film based
1940's
always next to me
pain stakingly
one day It will come to our hault
our exit
our departure
and Im on my way
with a staggering pulse
and wavering feet
the only other paths on my side
are hell, disguised
demised
I press my finger against my temple
and wished for nothing but annihalation of thought
and the smallest breathe of fresh air
your image brings both
and Im a ghost I feel as though sometimes
I might bury myself in the clouds forever
cause they are pale and soft
and this reality is full of needles and thorns
my eyes fall out of my body
as my hearts is watching them discreetly like infatuated murderers
and mourns
Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 9:17 AM UTC
Their figures stiffened but not aching
Her fingers poised, as though gracing a hollowed egg
At great length, unyielding their preciously mastered positions
Like snowflakes in the bell jar of an icy tundra
Tickled pink by the fine point brush of her creator
She spins, embracing your gaze
Yet she is paralyzed
Her grace and strength bleed through the same wounds which rest, unhealed on the block of cedar which her weight dutifully suppresses as she suspends herself amidst the voluptuous starlit glittering illuminations
Their beating, breathing counterparts whose swiftness grants nostalgia to a world where clocks no longer resemble Dali's
But instead are made of gold
With hands spinning faster than you can see
Her feet daintily hault the gears of this robotic stimulus,
She becomes the mesmerization
Calling the onlooker like an herbivorous siren to a safe and warm pool of ablution
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 5:08 PM UTC
She has this urge that makes her open her mouth and howl,
This undoubtible urge that cannot be ignored.
She cannot express it, this desire that comes as an howl
A kind of war that screams in peace, isolated from everything she knew.
An annihilation of the shutters felt through skin.
Coming to a complete hault, a still breeze.
A silence of footsteps heard from foliage
An ecstacy of sorts.
Spreading like wildfire, burning everything it touches.
Laid bare in an empty room, her.
Cutting loose, giving into need.
This passion that beckons her
howl
Well aware of the moon
Bottled in winter's height.
A wisp of desire rising from her cry
No longer disillusioned, she howls.
Head held high, naked in euphoria
Oct 11, 2016
Oct 11, 2016 at 10:52 PM UTC
You test me
With this physical cliff
This distance
This depressed want
Verging on hopeless need
That I feel coming up the back of my throat like *****
I can feel the tension
From my swelling
Aching wrist
Held so fiercely by the bond of word
You stand on
This borderline obsession
I have come to salivate for
To yearn so numbing that all other thought comes to hault
Persistent tugging again on the links
Holding me back from madness
From wanting to force your hand in a direction
I know only pushes you away
But this need is a painful thing
Manifested by the fear
Of loneliness,
An overarching call
To the inner most basic part of a woman
Needing to be needed
Needing to have purpose
To get as close to someone
As she can and not have to let him go
Even if it is but for a moment
But that moment
Is what she lives for
When all the buzzing blind meaty cattle of society
No longer swarms her ears with an insatiable
Craving
Wants of something they have not earned
Not worked for or built upon
The essence of her being leeching like a cracked
Egg on pavement
Humpty did not fall
But rather was pushed
That moment means
Absolution
The connection deep
Punctuated with the feel of two heartbeats in one
Being
One creature seeing
Touching tasting and thinking of nothing
But the feel
The motion
The sensation of this blistering
Blatent bubbling chaotic
Dynamic coming together of
Pieces once whole
Dec 17, 2012
Dec 17, 2012 at 2:13 AM UTC
my fingers break when I write this
my mind cracks like the grounds of a death filled earthquake
my lives are petrified
and the thoughts who are civilans perish
under the lava of life that erupts itself
with contagious fumes in my mind
I came close to something that
could have well rolled off my tongue so nicely
as perfect
now Im far away
and I might always be
burden places itself on my side
smiling at me always
like a dimmed creature
horror film based
1940's
always next to me
pain stakingly
one day It will come to our hault
our exit
our departure
and Im on my way
with a staggering pulse
and wavering feet
the only other paths on my side
are hell, disguised
demised
I press my finger against my temple
and wished for nothing but annihalation of thought
and the smallest breathe of fresh air
your image brings both
and Im a ghost I feel as though sometimes
I might bury myself in the clouds forever
cause they are pale and soft
and this reality is full of needles and thorns
my eyes fall out of my body
as my hearts is watching them discreetly and mourns
Nov 1, 2010
Nov 1, 2010 at 6:49 PM UTC
Water to ice
Coals to fire
It goes from one
Straight to the other
One gets colder
The other hotter
As soon as it hits
The temperate range
Its like us
At first crazy hot
Then with no warning
Goes straight to ice
We get into fights
We settle our squalls
I always give in
You never relent
Your like the ice
Cold and unchanging
I'm like fire
always glowing hot
Why we cant comprimise
I'll never understand
We just keep fighting
And never let up
There is no comprimise
for the soul of discontent
the fighting continues
Week after week
I try not to let
It affect other parts
But its not just one
But a whole with you
I cant figure it out
It never stays the same
Its always something
Not ever nothing
So I have to decide
I have to choose
Its you or myself
Because this is a zoo
It ***** beyond compare
so at this I will hault
I just cant keep hiding
the pain from your eyes.
Apr 16, 2012
Apr 16, 2012 at 12:58 AM UTC