"impermeable" poems
I've grown tired of being there for you
To hold at night
When your mind
Suppresses your faith.
There for you to conquer
When you feel powerless.
There for you to love
When you feel generous.
You've stitched me up
With the thinnest of strings
That threaten to unravel
At the slightest touch
And you're anything but gentle.
Your carelessness keeps you unaware
And your incognizance renders you useless.
I've grown tired of holding you up
While my knees shake and quiver.
And I've grown tired of pouring my heart out
Into your impermeable hands.
And I've grown tired
Of growing tired.
I think I'll rest now.
Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 2:14 AM UTC
Today I'm happy.
Today I am Super Woman.
Today I scaled Mount Everest
and nothing could touch me,
nothing could shake my impermeable bliss,
today nothing could bring me down
from being so high.
And then you came along
and you
you stole away my breath,
made me aware of my elevation.
So, terrified, I jumped.
Now I'm tumbling down
the tallest mountain in the world
and the closer I get
to the
ground
the less I care
that I am
falling.
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 6:06 PM UTC
Your name,
Pain. Demanding, sadistic
strength.
Mine? *********
Skin, impermeable. Scarred
issues, inevitable.
Please, sir? Yes,
sir.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 10:15 AM UTC
That’s what it felt like when we lost you
To the complex maze that became your truth.
A self-enlightened mind
Impermeable to light, to touch, to time.
An inner sanctum of make-believe so outrageous, so utterly unbelievable
Made of illogical truths only you sought achievable.
What led you to this I can only hazard a guess
Was it divorce, insecurity, a lifetime feeling like you were less.
Why has it come out now when time has already been the test
Was it the lack of medication, a lack of rest.
My brother you are wounded.
Your mind an open sore.
Rest your weary soul.
Torture and pain no more.
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 10:56 AM UTC
Withered through these relinquished lips,
softly lays an embellished, embroidered, carcass.
Torn across flesh-like soil
caressing gently into this impermeable being,
you're only human.
So allowing in the presence of indigenous, oblique thoughts
slanting into the belly
never feeling so bare
the hunger deprives.
The nails of your eyes piercing into the forefront of mush you call a brain,
feeling the earth distinctively tremble with each step you chase closer to the ledge
Clutching onto the white knuckle breast
your hands pounding at your fingertips
its electric running through your veins
feeling it at the core
so helplessly, lost.
Your throat knots into one-thousand splinters
splicing relentlessly between your core
the wedge of your mortal body becomes noticeable to your soul
detaching,
jumping.
Slithering one step closer,
pull the rope
you leap
you rot
one more inch closer,
you can feel it
separating your surroundings from comfort ability
picking up between each breath
shaking at your own wake.
there you have it
at the brim of the edge
you've push yourself this close
whats one last jump out of this skin?
Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 6:20 PM UTC
Are you alive?
Tendrils tickle the surface
And billows
Bloom from the core,
Ribboning thinner than
those things which breach
seawalls,
Seeping impermeable
To flirt with all sides of this vessel.
I saw in him the beauty
The same as I saw the beauty of
suffused ink, mingling
In delicate patterns of fluidity and filament.
His release quivers momentarily,
Hung in fluid stillness, and
Flushed with a desire to saturate.
In saturation, one may think it
Possible to be falling
Up through a falling surge.
We two coalesce at the bottom.
Feb 1, 2011
Feb 1, 2011 at 7:23 PM UTC
Have you ever thought deeply about Prime numbers?
We normally think of prime as something unbreachable
In base ten this is most likely true
But there are other languages that might be used to break down numbers
I'm no theorist but I have my theories
What was behind the Big Bang?
Prime
If impermeable ... then the Big Bang never happened
And any good programmer worth a lick of salt, always leaves a back door
So, I bet there are some Prime numbers out there that are permeable, otherwise ...
We wouldn't be the Children of the Big Bang
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 12:22 PM UTC
My armor was scarred:
battle-proven;
impermeable burden.
It was fabricated by
generations of
******** Sicilians.
Provided by birthright
to defend against
our own weakness.
The day came for me
to lay down my armor-
I obeyed my master-
still a warrior but
so much faster-
for now
I yield
sword and shield
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 12:08 PM UTC
La alcachofa
de tierno corazón
se vistió de guerrero,
erecta, construyó
una pequeña cúpula,
se mantuvo
impermeable
bajo
sus escamas,
a su lado
los vegetales locos
se encresparon,
se hicieron
zarcillos, espadañas,
bulbos conmovedores,
en el subsuelo
durmió la zanahoria
de bigotes rojos,
la viña
resecó los sarmientos
por donde sube el vino,
la col
se dedicó
a probarse faldas,
el orégano
a perfumar el mundo,
y la dulce
alcachofa
allí en el huerto,
vestida de guerrero,
bruñida
como una granada,
orgullosa,
y un día
una con otra
en grandes cestos
de mimbre, caminó
por el mercado
a realizar su sueño:
la milicia.
En hileras
nunca fue tan marcial
como en la feria,
los hombres
entre las legumbres
con sus camisas blancas
eran
mariscales
de las alcachofas,
las filas apretadas,
las voces de comando,
y la detonación
de una caja que cae,
pero
entonces
viene
María
con su cesto,
escoge
una alcachofa,
no le teme,
la examina, la observa
contra la luz como si fuera un huevo,
la compra,
la confunde
en su bolsa
con un par de zapatos,
con un repollo y una
botella
de vinagre
hasta
que entrando a la cocina
la sumerge en la olla.
Así termina
en paz
esta carrera
del vegetal armado
que se llama alcachofa,
luego
escama por escama
desvestimos
la delicia
y comemos
la pacífica pasta
de su corazón verde.
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Your mask is unlike anyother,
That I have yet to see.
Its impermeable to your emotions,
And a cruelty to those it fools.
You lurk in the safety of your mask,
A hiding place from all the world.
A never moving shadow,
Which knows no pain,
You keep yourself within,
And never let them in.
Waiting patiently until they leave
Your mask and you alone.
To the crypts of your silent soul,
Will your mask and body go.
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 11:49 AM UTC
Sizzling day of summer heat,
Requisite hydration I really need,
No rain, no precipitation today,
Brilliant azure, no clouds this day,
I stood alone, poised, impermeable,
Damp crystallisation so feasible,
From this diving board I spring,
Invigorate me, I commence to sing,
But! I forgot I'm way too old,
Man, this water's really cold!!!!!!
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 3:34 PM UTC
Your mask is unlike anyother,
That I have yet to see.
Its impermeable to your emotions,
And a cruelty to those it fools.
You lurk in the safety of your mask,
A hiding place from all the world.
A never moving shadow,
Which knows no pain,
You keep yourself within,
And never let them in.
Waiting patiently until they leave
Your mask and you alone.
To the crypts of your silent soul,
Will your mask and body go.
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 11:49 AM UTC
a deep yellow is arching across
the cosmos
gods outside of time
exist in individual infinities
creating countryclub chapels
chosen people, entranced by purportedly
impermeable destinies, are freely choosing
everywhere to catch and spread feverdreams
the world community has compassion; it
wants everyone else to catch what it has
wants to keep what is rightfully its own
organs are fighting underneath taut yellow skin
sacrosanctity is stretched across the cosmos
and a faint pulse can be felt everywhere
it may sometimes happen that
jaundice shows
long before a liver fails
long before a sickness takes hold
long before anyone exists
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 5:00 PM UTC
Maybe only slowly, can someone
come nearer, and closer, in thought,
where he might be a sliver
of painted visions on a glass
ceiling. Somehow, as thinking fades
and the colours take precedence. Blue
purple hues, taking place on the
pink of a lovely sight or thought. He felt he
needed to trample what I have come
to, shatter this illusion of a
benevolence. He cracked my gauges,
took the defenses right away. As my
last stroke failed, a broken lance of the
first. Silently he cuffed away his iciness, pursuing me
with a granite effortlessness. Then the impermeable
onyx kissed my mouth and went away.
© 2006
Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 6:36 PM UTC
Your mask is unlike anyother,
That I have yet to see.
It's impermeable to your emotions,
And a cruelty to those it fools.
You lurk in the safety of your mask,
A hiding place from all the world.
A never moving shadow,
Which knows no pain,
You keep yourself within,
And never let them in.
Waiting patiently until they leave
Your mask and you alone.
To the crypts of your silent soul,
Will your mask and body go.
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 11:49 AM UTC
That stallion once found safety in power
But time has dwindled away his stature.
He stands feared and respected,
Yet scared and conflicted.
That wire, that muscle shredding wire
Creates this impermeable trap
To stray too far or remain unscathed.
Retreating from the violent wire,
He returns charging.
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
You have been broken before
and because of that, you may now be wearing an impermeable layer of bitterness.
But she will make you feel as if you tore open your heart to expose your soul because when someone treats you better than you do, invincibility is impossible.
How can you be invincible when every breath you take, your lungs feel like they're filled with ice
and every time she says your name, it hurts more than the blood leaving your veins
but only because she can't hear how lovely her voice is
When someone treats you better than you do
you will no longer hurt because of your demons
but you will hurt because she’s being drowned in her own.
You will no longer think of ways you can die without people noticing
but about how you can’t die because she will notice.
Because of her, your bitterness has been shattered.
Because of her, you are learning to be human again.
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 10:55 AM UTC
Cross-legged and bare foot,
Spice on the tongue,
Iced beer through a straw;
Makeshift ****
On the white-wash balcony
Over dusted streets.
Revolving procession of strangers,
Exhausted stories born new;
Doctored through years of rehearsal.
I am every man.
White skin mistaken for affluence,
Exchanged for free gifts
And easy ***
I never need to remember
Their names. They are always gone
By the afterglow morning,
Nights of mad love with no consequence;
Climbing heaven with feet on the ground.
Bruise of her mouth,
Stifled ******
Surface wound on my shoulder
The only evidence
She was here.
Impermeable, remorse stale
As last night’s cigarette.
My open door births a crack of light,
Too slight for anyone to pass through.
Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 8:26 AM UTC
fireflies cry
meteor showers alight the skies
walls shake and shudder with fright
once again, our love ignites
sweeten my air with thy breath
painted smiles eternal in death
euphoria - a lack of oxygen
it is yours to take
fluttering eyelashes
blinded by insecurity's ashes
memories yet etched
stroke by stroke, illustrates drowned sketches
wondrous hues color our laughter
hoping to win salvation hereafter
tolls taken, bridges crossed
warming up what once was frost
aligned prints
of natural tint
puzzled pieces; fitted keys
drinking up the traveler's tree
rain dances
with deadly chances
against concrete; impermeable
their awakening, a far-fetched fable
words hurry; count in light years
looking out, my being disappears
into yours, it shall enter
our love... a dulcet tenor
Oct 19, 2010
Oct 19, 2010 at 7:57 PM UTC
Your mask is unlike anyother,
That I have yet to see.
Its impermeable to your emotions,
And a cruelty to those it fools.
You lurk in the safety of your mask,
A hiding place from all the world.
A never moving shadow,
Which knows no pain,
You keep yourself within,
And never let them in.
Waiting patiently until they leave
Your mask and you alone.
To the crypts of your silent soul,
Will your mask and body go.
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 11:49 AM UTC
If we are all here
to mope
whine
and rage
how
please tell me
how
have we survived so long
It's because we were happy once!
bright sparks of creativity
turns our world inside out
and back again
you can make a difference!
reach into your brilliant brain
past the muck
and self doubt
into the bright corners
of yourself
bring it out of hiding
and into the world
let them judge you!
become impermeable
let the insults slide off
like the rain off of a goose's downy back.
help turn our world
into one of light
and empathy
where everyone
can speak
or look
or act
as they wish
without being criticized
you can do it!
and don't forget
Be happy!
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 9:46 PM UTC
Growing up on a strict diet of idealism, tiny spoonfuls and a bitter dessert of disappointment.
We weren't fed to be made strong, we were made wrong.
Lying to ourselves, the world, then being lied to in turn.
It's all we knew because when we were new, they sculpted us.
Filled us with fatal dreams and delusions of being indestructible which, ironically, lead to our downfall.
"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me."
That's the dream.
An impermeable barrier on your very being.
Because can you honestly say you've never been cut by a name?
Round and round they go,
you're constantly haunted by the echoes of spiteful venom that was spewed out
and is now mirrored by your uncontrollable hatred for yourself.
This is what we made.
Completely dead within
destroying yourself from the inside, out.
You've got a war in your mind and battle wounds engraved on your skin.
Mental brokenness is just as bad as physical,
Difficult to function but harder to spot instead.
So try it, go on. I dare you, go ahead.
Try not to limp on a broken leg.
Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 5:56 AM UTC
I constructed myself a glass box
You can see
But you can't touch
I love to hide in my glass box
It's solid, impermeable
Though it may have become my crutch
I cannot open my glass box
My emotionless prison
My safety is my noose
I don't care if I'm stuck in my glass box
It's now a pandora's chest
And I'm hell ready to let loose
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 12:40 AM UTC