"hypnotised" poems
From time to time
You forget the world around you
All you feel is nothing
your mind is empty
Your heart is calm
Nothing matters
You feel hypnotised
The river you just created
That lets the red anxiety flow
That leaves you with a feeling
Of numbness
The river is getting deeper
You are getting calmer
You do it over and over
Even though you know
It will be even worse very very soon
You still have now
You still have this
For once you feel ok
And you wonder
Maybe it's ok
To create your own waterfall
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 5:08 PM UTC
Everyday I lose pieces of myself.
Looking back to a couple of days ago,
I found myself lost in the "whys"
Of my previous love
Or was it just a fling?
Like: "why wasn't I enough?"
"why did you stop answering my messages?"
"Why didn't we work?"
and "why can't I move on?"
Like "why am I still hypnotised to the sound your footsteps made
The last time you walked by?"
And "why, why the hell does this feel like I'm singing the same old song?"
"Why doesn't this feel new?"
Looking back to a couple months ago
I found myself rummaging through the remains of your mind
Trying to decipher the meaning behind everything you do.
Why one minute you love me and the next you don't.
Why one minute you're a book,
Free to open and to read
And the next, you're a closed door,
With a lost key.
I keep losing myself.
I lost pieces of myself in you
I should be used to this
But the thing is,
I had hoped to find myself in you.
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 10:13 AM UTC
Candle lights and a day long sigh
Gray evening tea resting by
the journal
which's last page I thought I'd pen today;
But I can't seem to narrate,
today's unfolding
about how the world I knew
Put off it’s last enchanting shred;
And I knew then
I needed a merciful blackout
before the ink of my pen
starts to fade by my fresh tears;
But I never knew when
my hands stopped to listen
And now, pieces of my favourite teacup
on the mosaic,
mirrored my heart, precisely broken;
But its quite strange,
how after seething fury and wounded heart
i still got up ,
buried my face in linen covered pillows
as this sudden tiredness consumed my limbs,
Maybe Lord of the heavens had mercy on me
and granted me this sudden dreamy trance
And made my heart do witchcraft, so intense,
It hypnotised me to immerse myself in the indulgence
of cherishing the unlived memory yet again;
Jun 15, 2022
Jun 15, 2022 at 6:53 AM UTC
Shrouded in mist you come for me
From the silence, from the cold.
Waiting, watching has been your game.
Now you find me alone,
Hypnotised by the stillness,
Mesmerised by moments of sublime beauty as yet unseen.
I am helpless to resist.
What melody to find in silence,
What comfort in the earth!
Raindrops falling through trees echo through the forest.
A lone web hangs wet with dew.
A mushroom sits heavy with moisture on a tree stump.
The forest knows how to be in stillness
And make it's presence felt.
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 1:14 PM UTC
Her spider eyelashes intensely exude,
an irresistible charm though sinister-
when they flutter, desire in waves spread,
it's gleam, he the hypnotised moth seeks,
dashing straight in to her invisible web of deceit,
seeking an instant nirvana, only to dissolve in darkness.
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 11:54 AM UTC
click click
i was bound to your
love
like chains on
a dead corpse
you held the gun
to my forehead
as i adoringly
fell in love with you
so hypnotised
drawn by your
kisses
my invitation
(shåi)
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 12:43 PM UTC
For the past two hours
this Mac has hypnotised
my gaze to its white screen
and every website has
sentries at the door -
Username ? Password ?
Already registered ? Login
When did we become so
chary one of another ? Were
folks so paranoid in the pre-
digital age when existence
had not been magicked into
noughts and ones in Silicon
Valley? It did not seem so.
(c) C J Heyworth July 2014
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 4:41 PM UTC
I espied the wisps,
whisper with their lips,
quivering their golden hips,
orbiting blooming tulips,
to provoke me, with their quips.
Taking out an old crock,
stalking behind a rock,
I trailed those glowing beetles,
whiffing the fragrance of myrtles,
skipped across the backyard,
to catch the fireflies, flitting haphazard,
Humming and buzzing, I could hear,
with luminous insects tickling my ear.
Losing my faith, I turned back home
followed by an unknown kith, adventuresome;
He sat on my finger, glimmering with radiance
wish he did linger, while I stood
hypnotised, under nature’s brilliance.
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 4:44 AM UTC
31 | 31 Poems for August 2017
There’s something exquisite about your smile, your brown eyes have got me hypnotised, and your heart is a gold mine.
I’m addicted to everything you say and do, so be my poet and I’ll be your muse.
We’ll figure out everything else once we’ve found something to do between our sporadic bursts of laughter.
Let me comfort you with soulful conversations accompanied by several bottles of red wine.
We could vibe out and listen to James Blake, and you could tell me about the days when you couldn’t see the colour in anything.
I’m no stranger to the waves of the ocean, so I eventually want to get lost in the depths of you.
You are a picturesque South African city worth exploring even when tourists no longer come to visit.
Their dollars, euros, pounds, nairas and rupees may run dry but my love for you will keep overflowing.
I could write poetry and love letters on your skin but my handwriting is not as beautiful as my words are.
I’ll be your poet in a world that’s still acquainting itself with all the writers of exquisite African literature.
In the Supreme Court of your love, people have told you untruths while under oath – I think the law calls it perjury.
We could vibe out and listen to James Blake, and you could teach me how you see the colour in everything.
I want to get lost in an endless field of sunflowers while basking in the warmth of your presence.
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 2:49 PM UTC
*Many soulful nights
I wandered upon
solemn lonely paths
And I wondered why
I see your face
among beauties
of ancient stars
Intuitive crystal
spheres envisioned
the subtle lines
drawn all over
your gentle hands
Wishing you could caress me
Wishing I'd cherished you long
Carried away, blown by
Maestrals and Zephirs
We bump at each other
Occasionally. Hypnotised.*
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 5:54 AM UTC
Caramel lips, with a body bathed in whipped cream and melted chocolate. With a taste that invigorates every last sansation within.
my eyes are hypnotised as she softly whispers in my ears to dine and delight. Leading me to temples of pleasure.
Her fingers as soft as feathers of golden eagles.
I'm riddled as to why I feel so feeble.
she has mastered the art of knismesis while I am still an apprentince.
temptation consumes me whole, while she moans I indulge in her as the night slowly... grows
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 6:29 AM UTC
The visitant frequenting
The dreams of my slumber
In the hours of darkness
Appeared yet again
His face was obscured
By dazzling luminous colours
His aura bled
Deep in the trenches of my viscera
I feel as though
I have been breathless
For a thousand lifetimes
Awaiting his arrival
Hypnotised by the mystique
I felt his soul converge with mine
The phantasma I adore
The skeleton key opening me.
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 2:37 PM UTC
Strobes
yellow, pink and blue
bounce and change
with a relentless rhythm
probing faces bathed in gold
arms waving
wailing, accelerating
adrenalin pumping
surreal orange skin
shining eyes, hypnotised.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 2:50 AM UTC
He knew how to touch me,
Brushing me with the bold of his colour,
My heart beat hard with unashamed bliss
He saw through my 'needy'
And my
Silken nakedness kissed his eyes through the red of sin...
His wet mouthed invitation...
Reached out to where the
Ley lines of my pulse
Meshed in a dance of crimson yearn
And opened the depths of primal
Desperate to escape...
My fingertips elicit the lean lines of faded jeans
Brushing a teasing touch,
Enticing, the heat
Wrapped tightly upon tempting visions of tanned and taut
A hard driving machine,
Risen high, on waves of energy climbing...
He parts my soft lips with his tongue tip
Braiding my breath with sensuality
Licking each whimper,
While I tremble inside the strength of his arms..
Devouring me on the crest of his famine
Scorching my hardened buds......
In the ***** lathe of his salacious tongue
Passion-branding me his...
I find myself
Stretched beneath his skin
Unveiled, willingly, so
Helplessly hypnotised, while
He feasts...
His mouth devouring my spill of silence...and
His teeth graze between my thighs,
As I moan
Swollen in shades of pink tender...
My warmth
A pearled tumescence,
Blushing inside the brushed exhale of his whispered demands
I lay, soft to his touch,
Drenched with the ****** of his stain
I am flamed and seared in an endless Tsunami
In the pour of ache..
His lips play music
Against the soft of my throat
The lush fragrance of petaled fruit dew
Moist, between the rise of his body against mine...
Aug 21, 2012
Aug 21, 2012 at 4:02 AM UTC
Entranced in him, i gave him the power,
His touches made me wilt like a flower,
I felt the puncture on my flesh,
He licked his lips and drank the rest.
The ****** made my body rise,
He had me mercilessly hypnotised,
Surrender never felt so good,
As he made love, as only he could.
Intense and hard, our lust went on,
All night we fused until the dawn.
The sunlight called a halt to lust,
For him to feed again at dusk.
Oct 29, 2009
Oct 29, 2009 at 5:52 AM UTC
"You're fat" the boy said
Immediately she started crying
"Don't call me that!" Her emotions tempering around
She had tried everything. Pills, Diets, Retching
"You are fat" the boy repeated
"But why is that so upsetting you?" He asked wondering
Her eyes looked confused
"Well, Its reality.. It should not upset us" the boy said calmly
The girl began to breath, deeply and cautious
Noticing the boy was not that skinny himself
"Its because when people call me fat... they laugh at me and joke with me
Just as you are trying right now! It's not funny!"
"What? The boy was surprised.
"They laugh at you? But, if your state of mind doesn't get hypnotised into believing that being fat or called fat is negative and makes you're emotions twist, than the word does not become an enemy."
Her eyes transfigured. She smiled
"Don't believe what people say!
If no one ever believed, that being called fat is laughable
It would have never grown into such an illusion of reality."
Fat people are fat and beautiful, just like skinny people are skinny and beautiful.
Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 9:31 AM UTC
One look into her eyes
I am hypnotised , rooted to the spot
I am on a rocketship travelling eons within
Everyone else around vanish or become non-existent
No control as to how deep I travel
The only **** switch being our locked eyes
The string which binds us together and we are 'us' no more....
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 4:47 AM UTC
In this haunting city where the summer is humid and also sticky,
the sun blisters the naked skin
As silver Beads of sweat trickle
Like sweet gelato drizzling in the blazing heat.
There is poetry in the streets
Of graffiti, mellow lights and yellowed walls.
Of cobblestones and of riches
Dazzling every inch of this old city.
The air is laden with soulful music
Of long, lost love
Of passion
And of words rolling melodically and melancholically in modern Latin.
The souls gone by
Of artists, slaves and martyrs
Wander eternally in this ancient city.
They whisper softly in the evening wind
Knowing every tourist and every Roman,
Enchanting gently to their soulful being.
So with longing I think of Rome
As i feel the whispers in the evening wind.
Hypnotised, spellbound; knowing that somehow -
i am rome.
Jul 29, 2022
Jul 29, 2022 at 9:17 AM UTC
*Like the visable poeticness
scattered all around us -
there is so much hidden beauty
infront of our eyes,
Only few seem to see it all,
others fail to see any of it at all--they walk
as though they are hypnotised.
She is so many
of these beautiful things,
seen by few, invisible to so many,
Priceless--worth a fortune to few,
To others, worthless--worth only
a single penny.
She is like the stubborn raindrops
left behind on a window
after the rain,
She is that song
that you resonate with,
touching a chord
as it hits your heart,
after pumping through
your every vein.
She is the bright rainbow
covering up a scary storm -
She is still able to smile
after extremely bad weather,
she has had this strength
ever since she was born.
She is the hopeful sunrise
following a long, dark,
dreadful night,
A serene calm ocean,
a heavenly magical horizon
that you are lucky enough to catch
in your sight.
She is the much needed umbrella
that pops up and keeps you dry,
She is your wings, unseen,
but she carries you ever so high -
she is the reason why you can fly.
She is so many special things
that so many fail to recognise
and see,
Not being appreciated
does not mean
that she isn't everything
that she knows to be.
She is the delicate butterfly
that came from nowhere,
The precious tainted one
that struggled so hard
and survived to be there.
She is often misunderstood,
sometimes she doesn't even exist,
But she knows her worth -
with the unconditional love from God,
her children, and her man,
she will continue to persist.
She is so many special things
that so many fail to recognise
and see,
She is unique -
she is unlike anyone,
deep down she is very proud
that she is "She!"
By Lady R.F ©2017*
Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 9:26 PM UTC
She was beautiful as the sunset
But her soul was darker than the night
She was so easy to smile
But her smile was full of deceit
I thought she was a friend from when I first saw her,
She was charming and sweet and very beautiful,
Soon we became close and I would say even inseparable,
But in beneath the beauty, she was just a facade,
Like an illusion she was hypnotic,
Her mannerism was full of elegance,
Deep down she was an earth filled with secrets,
Her only flaw, she was a beautiful liar,
And my only flaw was I believed her,
I thought our friendship was a garden of dandelions,
Dreamy and aloof from the world,
Later i realised it was just a garden with weeds that were toxic,
With every secret I shared, I thought I was watering a beautiful garden,
But then later, she would come to prune and plant seeds of deceit,
Everytime I let her into my soul, everytime she would intoxicate me with lies,
I thought we would be forever, the kind of friendship to pass onto generations to come,
This was until I found out she had been feeding me lies and lies,
Everything about her was based on a lie,
From her gentle smile to her graceful walks,
From her fake loyalty to her easy charm,
She indeed was beautiful to the eye,
But all that beauty was nothing because her heart was full of illusion
I bet herself, she believed in her lies that she carried them around with such ease,
She was a beautiful liar and I once believed her,
I once was hypnotised by her, but now I know better,
The beautiful girl was just but a beautiful liar
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 2:16 PM UTC
Apocalyptic dreams
An ubiquitous presence of the unholy entities
I'm sitting by the riverside
My cat has suddenly started exhibiting taciturn traits
Spiders are floating with immense soigné
The bucolic setting leaves me hypnotised
I'm not used to this silence
Fishes underwater petrify my insights
I'm sitting by the riverside
Amazed by the eloquence of the obscure
My eyes seem to reflect my up bringing
The differences leave me in a state of vertigo
I hope this reverie lasts a little longer.
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 4:29 AM UTC
So I walk as I stared on my path
As your beautiful lips moves around
As your sparkly eyes stares
Well the tree is kind of far away
But it takes seconds as the steps i took with you
I guess your eyes hypnotised and they didn't care about my tears
Your broad chest stand there proudly
Just like the first song on the chapel
Just like the first word out of a baby's mouth
Just like the first flight that I did
Just like the first time I met those eyes
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 7:47 AM UTC
A Time Glitch
Hypnotised by the rattle-clank of wheel on world,
your eyelids sink, seduced into darkness
by the soporific roll of machinery.
The outside blurs and folds, the world overlaps.
Your chest begins to heave and slump with sightless breath
and mindless beat.
Caught somewhere between here and when, you slip
and fall into yourself, onto the bed,
the bed of a stranger. A soulmate.
You linger just a moment, a time glitch,
relieved by the horror, horrified by your relief
at the jolting pleasure between your parted thighs.
A molten bead of sweat, from his brow to yours,
branding you, marking you, claiming your skin
as his. You are one skin now.
And now, as if to take his newfound form,
you feel his hand at your neck, his palm on your throat,
your life in his grasp.
Surrender. He demands your submission not with his words,
but with his fingers: with the wheeze of your will
to live as it leaves.
And you do. Like you always will. For you know
that just as liberation is a form of control,
submission is its own power.
And just before your moment fades, you catch his eye;
that final instant is haunted by his furious love,
the adoring violence in his gaze.
It's over, and you wake to the strangle-gag of ghosts
to inhale the present. It fills you with sensation--
not feeling. You don't feel.
You can't.
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 2:24 PM UTC
A leaf caught upon a breeze
Spinning in one place,
As if the earth was
Repelling,
Shunning,
Dancing
Upon gravities whims
I watch hypnotised by this
Dancing leaf,
I asked if in need of help
But its words were but silence
Spinning,
Caressed,
Flowing
With the delicate movments
Granted by the breeze,
I stepped closer to see this natures dance
And upon silken thread did it hold tight,
"Never falling to earth"
Hanging,
Suspended,
Graceful
Movements, its time may come to fall
But for now it dances upon silken thread
Dancing within the breathe of the gentle breeze.
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 8:59 AM UTC
They crawl along the streets like zombies:
Heads cowed over Androids and iPhones.
Busily pressing buttons,
Risking life and limb
As they cross the road.
It reminds me of “Star Trek Next Generation”
When young Wesley and the rest
Were hypnotised
By some alien “game”.
Sometimes they sit in huddles,
Messaging one another
Or playing, yes,
An addictive game.
All lost in a dream world
On Facebook or Twitter-Chat Whatever.
Soon we will no longer “fall out” with anyone:
We will “Unfriend” or “Unfollow” them.
I still prefer my laptop.
But how long before I too
Succumb to this addiction?
How long before my “Facebook Morning Splurge”
Becomes a day-long trawl?
Before I know it I will be like the others:
Lost in panic –
Frantic
Because I forgot to bring
My mobile.
Paul Butters
© PB 25\12\2017.
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 6:06 AM UTC