"impenatrable" poems
the rotten bananas remain on the hook,
browning and sagging,
dispensing a putrid odor into the room
of spoiled sweetness.
the small patches of burnt yellow
become overtaken with dark brown,
like a disease, spreading faster and faster
the tough, impenatrable skin slowly
decays into a soft, mushy clump
that although, is penetrable, is undesirable.
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC
She gave me the Plankton
The lowest lifeform of her being.
Anointed with this discovery
I too gave in and shared with her a deep
and impenatrable solace within me.
Such truths arent always shown in sight
of others.
Nor are they whispered in ear shot,
But somehow
She burrowed right through them.
Empathy in a female form!
And not jaded and wrought with thoughts of imorality.
Day by Day she would come and take frlom me these
deviant caverns and restlless ideals sprung forth from
absence of maturity in child hood and loss of faith
as a growing man in the seamingly uncommon trait and
beauty each human claims the next has deep within.
The savage mastication of delerious greed
Usually self righteous. Sweetlt nipping at the arms of the impoverished.
the malady spreading further through while the ogres stomp their feet for attention
puffing up their chest like creatures and only for a moments pay they contract a virus
all to familiar in their learned ways.
her delicate hands grouping at the flesh id presented brushing away the small
inconsistences and as i vaguely remember now and to this day
she slipped a finger inside and in the membranes and masses an ease would fall over me.
the rush of expelling all that ales you within is a euphoria like no other.
Yet each time she would leave something behind.
Mar 15, 2012
Mar 15, 2012 at 5:28 PM UTC
High above the cliff’s edge
you may see my long tail whip
in the cloudy crisp air
or hear the swoosh of my wings
as I move from perch to perch, landing
on anthills that are overflowing with memories.
I am not afriad of my past because my armor
is thick and impenatrable
and if an ant is somehow able to
find a flaw in my scales
and begins stinging my bare flesh
I need only dive into the sea below
to refresh and start anew.
Dragons, born of Hermes,
are adaptable to any environment,
equipped with fire, ice, and a natural
nonchalance which enables us to roam seamlessly
from realm to realm
and dwell in the in-between world
where I stand with one foot
in fantasy and the other in reality.
Perfectly content with my ever-evolving life
I only feel fear when my shadow
takes the shape of man and
stalks me relentlessly—
as his envious hand gets too close
I spit fire in hopes that he will dissapear
but it only makes him dance back and forth with a smile.
Weary of his enjoyment I spew ice to
freeze him in place and out of curiosity
I dive through my shadow and emerge as a human
immobilized and forced
to wear armor of nerves and blood
that ceaselessly cry for the scaly skin of a dragon that
my imagination created
to save me from
the pain and realization
that there is no middle ground
Sep 26, 2011
Sep 26, 2011 at 5:55 AM UTC
Fortress heart
Guard your ramparts
And lock your gates
Shiver behind your defenses from fate
The pain and hate
That hewn these walls for your protection
Offer only the chance for reflection
And the avoidance of pain
Though fear walks with no name
Among these hallowed halls
With hymn and whisper
"no one may enter here"
It says in the dream
"It's dangerous"
"It hurts"
"I'm afraid"
"NO ONE MAY ENTER HERE!"
It screams
So it goes on
And so it seems
That beat after lifeless beat
The impenatrable stone home
To the heart afraid of pain
But desperate not to be alone moans
It wails
In the elegant jail
Of it's own design
Apr 29, 2012
Apr 29, 2012 at 5:26 AM UTC
Who else finds a pause an irritating absence of speech?
like every single Fullstop. is an area that is to far away to reach?
that every single absence of sound is a wall so high its impenatrable to breach
dependable scenarios are ones which are riddled with noise
chaotic and invaluable noise
because without noise and sound,
songs from lips and barks from hounds
our lives are cut too short,
because no longer am i able to retort
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 8:52 PM UTC
A snake rattles and
slithers to the rock where
it will hide in serpent secrecy like
a tongue in mouth that lies.
A boot fears no snake bite
hardened leather and harder soles
as protected as a buried coffee can in the desert
baked impenatrable, this the snake will not bite.
The unshod foot, the unsuspecting mouse are
fair prey for the fangs that drip a poison
that kills without mercy, ****** with impugnity
and swallows whole those who trust.
Better be a boot; inflexible, unpenetrable,
than a bare foot or quiet mouse
when snakes lurk
in the secret shadow whispers of the dark.
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 1:55 PM UTC