"incohesive" poems
Do you know? I'm deeply afraid
of the future, of my dreams, of the love that never came
but most of all of my incohesive mind
There are days when nothing seems fair
for an enchanted,dreamy thought, I'm in Singapore
and I lead a ship among turbulent storms
fallen in love with a knight from another world
Do you know? I'm deeply scared
of things that have never happened yet, of the ghosts late at night
of my frustrated feelings in your averted gaze
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 4:35 PM UTC
I wish I could've given you some of my thoughts to be yours
You used to take over my incohesive mind
Yesterday I asked for you to take my heavy books, if only you were here
Elves wandering lonely moonlit streets
memories, it's been a while since I last dreamt of you
Thursday re-adapting to freedom passing slippery streets
I wish you could have known my friends to be yours
I guess life takes over people of all kinds
Today I only thought of you when returning home, without that familiar fear
Pirates abandoning stranded wooden ships
melodies,it's been a song from a bar fading into view
February blowing far your figure walking next to me
I wish you will give me a "hello" one day to be mine
I leave you in a dusty shelf untouched by time
Tomorrow I'll forget you a little more till you become transparent, a broken tear
Duchesses dancing by themselves with no prince
mysteries, it's been a question how I now trust a few
This year breath-taking my soul from longing for your kiss
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 6:26 PM UTC
I should be studying,
since I have my first formal final
in three days, but I
have too much on my mind right now.
It's probably due in part to
procrastination, but these
thoughts have been
swirling around my head for
awhile, impatiently waiting
to be flushed out.
I often look back at
old photos, old memories--
comparing my old self to
who I am now.
The obvious changes grab me first:
watching the multi-colored braces
disappear; followed shortly by
that stubborn baby fat; the
gradual transition from
softball bats to tennis rackets.
Only recently have I noticed
the evolution of a smile.
It's difficult to explain, really,
but the difference is definitely there.
The younger smiles are...less...
burdened, for lack of better words--
less weighed down. Now I'm
not saying that
smiles become less
radiant and genuine
as we get older,
I'm just trying to point out
that the innocence is gone--
it's as if our smiles
sport our scars too;
as if our lips are saying
"This is what the real world
has turned us into."
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 8:44 PM UTC
*Remember the castle we built that could fit us both
my clumsiness and your gracefully hands?
It still stands there waiting for us to play in its gardens
I promise I won't step on the flowers
You are the princess and I'm the remains of a duchess
who had learnt to dance in moments of awkwardness
And you were there laughing, holding my tiara
when the others turned their heads the other way
Remember the castle we built that nothing'd break
our strong bond and my dreamy rhymes?
It still is there but there arrows shooting the windows
I promise I'll do my best, hold on
We were just children playing with wooden swords
Steady feet don't fail me now, I'm ready to fight
They are there lurking,watching to see the fall out
who would have thought all this insanity?
Remember the castle we built that had no prisons
they have put us in and left us there stranded
It still waits for us to break free, oh free
And I have a pen and you but she's got nothing at all
It's repeating history, darkened and twisted,
all we've worked for, crumbling like grains of sand
You'll never see me cry 'cause of her little white lies
Life just goes on without asking if you've moved on
Remember the castle we built with trees and knights
and the ball that we danced all night?
It still waits with the boy you kissed under the stars
I whispered constellations to break the spells
You'll take your crown again and I''ll write again
about love and dragons and seas and clouds
And you will laugh with my incohesive thoughts
and the others far away as long as we have each other*
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 12:10 PM UTC
Fly–Floating away
Toes gripping the earth
“Not today.”—and I sway
Rush 2 grab what little I have
Are you mad?
3 to 1
And the bottle’s gone
Fictitious lawn
Fumbling home
Stare deeply—oh dead-eyed drone
Screams turn to whispers
My mental blisters—take haste and heal
Inevitable scars?
And still I a–peel
Shoot up
Good morning.
Blinded by salty I’s
Higher eye rise
You must be mad.
Surprise!
Skies contaminated by cries
Ensuring an anticipatory demise
No way to sur– prise!
Heart drops
Incohesive thoughts
Towards regrets
Plunging until the earth is met
Shoot up—Grounded
Not for long.
And I sway
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 9:14 PM UTC
I'm sorry my clothes
smell like cigarettes
even though they're
newly washed;
I don't smoke, I promise--
I don't do my own laundry
when I'm at home
And I hate that
I am now familiar
with the disgusting,
skunky odor of ****
even though I've never
seen a blunt with my own eyes
But yet I still know
how it feels to be addicted--
not to a drug, to a person--
the effects are just the same.
It's like I need you to be
whole; a part of me is
missing when you're
not near--and God,
it hurts sometimes!
The anxious jitters
overcome me, eyes
cold and unnerving,
thoughts more
and more
convoluted
by the minute.
No, I've never smoked,
but that doesn't mean
I'm unaffected.
Secondhand smoke
has the power
to **** too, you know...
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 11:42 AM UTC
A case is mistaken,
an ambulance making a turn to the right,
am I right is there popcorn?
is a child due?
or has the baby already been born?
I am torn by the genius that hides behind madness and looks out on Jung who then looks in on me
and they run interference
I am losing cohesion,
incohesive
is not
as I found to my cost
the same as adhesive
and
I fall apart.
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 4:17 PM UTC
You, Sweet Sunshine,
are difficult to escape from--
as if I would ever want to--
but You make my words incohesive,
my breath just a sigh,
even and especially
when our boat tosses about this way.
I’ve traveled the world
from that passenger seat of yours.
And I’ve seen Hell with my own eyes--
it’s an empty cup, empty mind,
and empty bed.
Too much, not enough for this solemn,
crazy head.
The Most Genuine Poetry
I have ever had the pleasure to read
has been below Your eyebrows
while You sleep under turning irises.
I’ve been much deprived these past few months.
Apologies, as my interests have
recently been revived.
Those metaphors still line my sheets
where I used to tell my pillows we were
Adam & Eve.
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 11:33 PM UTC
Figmental retrospection.
A delusion. A castle in the sky.
Peering from the far side of some sequestered perspective.
Perceived as a fictious daydream.
An incohesive reality.
Your subdivisions experience an incommensurable verisimilitude.
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 6:45 AM UTC
sometimes i wonder if i made you up,
if somehow,
from my innermost thoughts,
you were spawned into existence.
the other part of me,
somewhere out there,
*walking,
breathing,
thinking,*
somehow knowing that i need you,
as if i called you,
from incohesive musings,
and untraceable cries.
in the womb i spoke,
and you heard,
responding instantly,
saying nonsense,
its impossible,
**you are you,
and i am i.**
but i heard the falter behind it,
as if an unborn child,
could comprehend anything,
nevertheless something so important.
but no matter,
because i found you again,
and i'll listen,
for something i haven't heard in a long time,
not since the cord was cut,
and i became alone.
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 4:09 PM UTC