"incompletion" poems
The distant park
Was a graveyard of dead stars.
Each streetlight a system of worlds,
So many lives between each mote of light,
Indistinguishable in their unique love,
Bespoke hate, and the drama of the modern age.
Drunk laughter behind transparent
Double doors. Another hotel balcony,
Another cloud behind the canopy
Of marijuana eyes
To unsettle me from the crowd.
She points out, when you look closely
You can see the disorder
Amongst all constellations
Of life and love and litter;
Of discarded Coke cans
And temporary highs.
She says this is not a scene
To imbue the ****** of a present mind,
More to baulk at the incompletion
Of one thousand to-do lists;
A million reasons why
You should just stay inside.
She says you can see the human swell
Of ignorance, our city lights
Blotting out the stars
In a black ocean of broken politic
And irretrievable fault lines-
Divisions between us all.
Lives twisted with professional smiles
And eyes lit with stunning indifference.
Still, I have felt charity and warmth
On the doorstep of lunatics and fascists.
I have read the love of life
In faces of those who gave up.
I have recounted countless artists
Who saw beauty
In moments that precisely lacked it.
I have spent too many nights
In anaesthesia,
Fleeing each instance of feeling
And terror; all the tremors
That tell me I am still alive.
Continued to stare at the lights
Long after her voice
And the laughter inside had gone.
Heard waves in the traffic.
A world so large, so expansive,
It can never truly sleep.
Every broken heart,
Every war-torn land,
Every promotion,
Every one-night stand.
I wonder what would happen
If we all stood still.
If we all took one moment
To observe the motion
That unfolds beneath
Our static windowsill.
If we all took one moment
To recover our loss.
The wars that we won,
The feelings, forgot.
The hell we retain;
Our paradise, lost.
Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 11:07 AM UTC
I L U like my ***** clothes
Love being forgotten
On my bedroom floor
I L U like chores love the
music that helps them
forget they're chores
I L U like ***** dishes
Love hot showers and
the other side of the sink
I L U like I love spilling
Salt, and warding off the evil,
By tossing some behind my back
I L U like I love
Breaking rules about
my own supposed
non-Superstition
I L U like black cats love
Bad luck, cause to them,
It's just Friday, you know?
I L U like the hot dog bun
Loves staring at the beef patty,
Wishing "if only, if only"
I L U like bread loves
Being forgotten till we're really hungry
And then we're all ungrateful, like
"Hey bread, you remember us?"
And bread is high above us, like
"Always."
Not even a hint of scorn
I L U like the first time I saw
Jurassic Park, The dinosaurs
Were real enough
sans chicken feathers, and
Who needs modern science anyways
when love has no fossil records?
I L U like the weather loves
Surprise parties.
I L U like painful
surprise party memories love
being forgotten on my bedroom floor
I love you like Mayflies love living,
oh so briefly, once a day, every single day,
Chapter one to chapter none
I love you like mayflies love themselves,
brevity and all, stirred by nothing but
the glow of Dawn's light,
Dead by dusk, the Mayfly never
knows its final form.
It dies
in complete
incompletion,
but that's okay.
It drank the salt ocean,
it breathed the living air,
And that's how I want to L U
Feb 25, 2017
Feb 25, 2017 at 4:26 PM UTC
for AR and Maria, oh heck,
for The Crew
**A dog ear is a phrase that refers to the folded down corner of a book page, a dog ear can serve as a bookmark.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dog_ears**
~~~~~~
we fold a page corner down,
here we pause in this poetry book,
for now, a marker of incompletion,
or not
a passage, a phrase,
whole stands on its own,
but today crew,
slated for an exit,
a return-to-someday,
but aside, aside, discarded till...
*all on that day
run to the mountain,
the mountain wont hide you
run to the sea,
the sea will not have you
and run to your grave,
your grave will not hold you
all on that day*
so I, sinnerman,
injured my book,
I hurt that page
disgraced, act of disgraceful,
but
I am injured
and don't have no cares
but come the day of
return
the day I hope to must to believe in,
twice as much,
all on that day,
when the sea,
the mountains,
and the risen dead,
have me back,
to my proper place
even though
will be dog tired,
to that dog-eared page,
in that worn old notebook
return,
pick up
my sticks,
my pens,
that have no erasers,
start again
just where I know,
just when I don't,
but this why I know,
but to that dog-eared return,
the page where
I died,
I shall return,
all on that day
~~~~~~~~~~
Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to all on that day?
Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to?
Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to?
Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to all on that day?
Run to the moon, "Moon, won't you hide me?"
Run to the sea, "Sea, won't you hide me?"
Run to the sun, "Sun, won't you hide me all on that day?"
Lord said, "Sinner man, moon'll be a bleeding"
Lord said, "Sinner man, sea'll be a sinking"
Lord said, "Sinner man, sun'll be a freezing all on that day"
Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to?
Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to?
Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to all on that day?
Run to the Lord, "Lord, won't You hide me?"
Run to the Lord, "Lord, won't You hide me?"
Run, run, "Lord, won't You hide me all on that day?"
Lord said, "Sinner man, you should've been a praying"
Lord said, "Sinner man, should've been a praying"
Lord said, "Sinner man, should've been a praying all on that day"
Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to?
Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to?
Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to all on that day?
Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to?
Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to?
Oh, sinner man, where you're gonna run to all on that day?
www.youtube.com/watch?v=H4h55nVbt4c
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 11:41 AM UTC
This is:
Life as we know it.
A series of Mondays and Tuesdays
sewn together on cheap embroidery floss.
This is:
Incompletion
Longing
Treading in deep waters,
Walking down the broken road,
A fear of sleeping because of haunted dreams,
haunted blankets,
haunted tears.
Heart and mind on auto pilot.
Emptiness.
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 12:45 PM UTC
i don't know if its love or lust
(maybe a combination of the two)
but both halves of me finally agree
that they would be terribly
and perpetually incomplete
if our eyes fail to lock
if our fingers do not intertwine
if I do not follow the road
from your collarbone
up to brush the stray lock
off the side of your face
then end up comfortably at the small of your neck
it'd be a tragedy
of shakespearean proportions
for our lips to not have the pleasure of
getting acquainted
how stale the air is
when we do not share the same breath
it's a sickening thought
that the curve of your back
and my calloused hands
simultaneously exist in this point in time
but may never piece together
like a jigsaw puzzle
****** to incompletion
that the amber of your eyes
and the mahogany of mine
may never find their way to each other
i'd rather not have lived
at all
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 10:11 PM UTC
I woke up, and my ears were ringing like the Tell-Tale heart.
Ring, ring, ringing like microphone headphones,
the screeching dog whistle in a bitch's bad dreams.
My scream-teen dreams
of Slime Time Lives gone by
drive-bys gettin' high,
drank all the way to drunk
and stayed up,
still alive.
A hangover hunger, eat that screaming meat
till my warm puffy eyes well up with sleep,
wait to wake up and repeat.
Though I breathe easy
I need pleasing,
a fortune in fulfillment and still aches
of incompletion.
Mi hermano dice siempre,
The poor search for food,
the rich search for an appetite.
Mar 28, 2013
Mar 28, 2013 at 8:42 PM UTC
it's the car crash that nobody was around to see, nobody to call for help
it's the drop from the precipice that never ended
that sensation in your gut of sickening weightlessness
forever in perpetuity
it's this daily unanswered call
an echo unreturned
it's this constant hesitation
this wavering sensation of incompletion
a melody with no conclusion, unresolv-
Dec 26, 2016
Dec 26, 2016 at 1:55 PM UTC
Foreign doll
A wonderwall
Writes poetry on receipts
Where coffee stains
Are soak brown blobs,
Her words are sweetened
As candy cane dialect to god
I wait for her many hours in incompletion
For her mine heart throbs!!!
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 10:29 PM UTC
Today Pain shall write for me
As these feelings are just so hard to see
By my heart’s eyes that look only at white
But never at its own dreary plight
Of the pain that is inflicted
By my dreams, now convicted
Of the crime of incompletion
And sentenced to perdition
I craved for glory and fortune and fame
The eternal happiness to be remembered by name
I created the visions of peace and life
And I as the sole destroyer of strife
Time blows away like smoke from a fire
Only to be seen near the flames, never higher
My flames are weak, ******* me dry
Bringing me close to the day when I shall cry
Is my reality too unreal to be real
Or am I just incapable to feel…
That dreams are never meant to come true.
Nov 8, 2010
Nov 8, 2010 at 7:48 AM UTC
Connection comforts us with a warm sense of familiarity,
a piece of home we look to find and know,
in all of these reflective eyes that stand before us.
Some have searched their entire lives,
as though a sea of people have moved through them
because this constant searching for completion in another is a set up
for heartbreak if we can never truly dwell within our own flow.
If we believe another is all we need to make us feel
we will always be looking with eyes that forget how to close.
This love shall be false
nullified by our own lack of wholeness.
I´ve felt angry,
betrayed and hurt within the seas of such love.
All this unnecessary aching due to my own foolishness,
We are the only ones who make ourselves suffer.
We betray ourselves through a lack of self love,
through our own sense of incompletion.
Because I no longer know the meaning of lonely.
Just uncontained with all the love inside of me
unfulfilled by the door un-opened from within.
It´s our choice
we decide to not feel.
Many times I was foolish,
believing love had given me up,
resigned and blew away
just like the echo that journeys
when the wind moves in the trees.
Those winds carried many of my ideals
and I was just yet to open to this unlimited supply
not matter what or who goes by...
I hadn´t noticed until I closed my eyes
that Love stood unwavered
just waiting for me to re-open to myself.
The branches may´ve altered
leaves certainly died,
re-gathered
re-grew
but my trunk
always my core.
As Love is a door
that´s opened from within
and then lends it´s opening
to be explored
to be entered
with you.
Jun 10, 2013
Jun 10, 2013 at 2:10 PM UTC
Pour your brilliant light into my yearning mouth
The darkness is so consuming, so endless
Filling up every empty space between my organs, flowing with my blue blood from my heart to my toes
Nauseating and sickness is what I feel
Emptiness and incompletion
Black tears spill over from my eyes
My ears
My nose
It's an endless sea of black tar gathering at my feet.
I await the cure you will provide
The giant and flowing
beautiful and glowing
Masterpiece of your hand on mine
I can feel the webs clearing from my heart
The light consumes me
How do I have faith in something so new?
So I jump--faith guiding me
It tells me to be patient and trust what's right
Back into the darkness I go
Only to discover the light
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 9:49 AM UTC
A wall made of my happiest thoughts,
Closing in, a broken environment collapsing at last,
A hole in the ceiling allows a closer look,
To the freedom lost in mere seconds,
Trapped within one's self, unable to escape,
The hollow body wanders through the landscape,
Seeking for a piece to become whole again,
Searching for the fragments of a shattered conscious,
Never succeeding in this mighty mission,
Endlessly, fleeting through the despair of incompletion,
Erased colors draw a grey painted world,
Whilst the incarcerated one suffers with each step taken,
Not being able to open one's eyes, nor even protect the heart once embodied by the enlighting feeling of love,
Fallen into the endless abyss, unable to advance,
These happy thoughts mark the end,
And also the very beginning,
Of eternal slumber.
~ Umi
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 6:06 PM UTC
Every childhood slogan
drilled into our skulls
left room for incompletion
and rebellion of our tongues
Be kind dearest neighbor
They said
treat them as you would yourself...
When my heart was diced in pieces
behind a protective shell
feelings weren't spared for any...
money chasing fame
dreaming dreams involving pain
with actions summing up
to techno-lingo-logical
the only words heard spoken
are implications under jokes
half phrased and cut short
Well i'm not waiting here for you
to decide what you want to do.
moving on but staying true
loving me a bit more then you
you see
I'd reach my hand in your direction
stare my longing in your eyes.
now I'm staring in the mirror....
vulnerable
free
no disguise is holding me
knowing whats underneath
deserves more
and finally
we can
release.... receive.... resurface
Oct 15, 2011
Oct 15, 2011 at 11:37 PM UTC
a swirling mass of thoughts
a feeling of incompletion
and a sense
of no direction
spending nights awake
letting consciousness fade
and all days
go to waste
held in a stasis
waiting
for my catharsys
Apr 17, 2021
Apr 17, 2021 at 4:40 AM UTC
It's like 20,000 likes or knocks at the door
but not one of them the company I adore
emptiness, because of one vacancy
An ocean of fish, only one worth the keep
Different beauty, some beyond comprehension
still there’s that feeling, that feeling of incompletion
maybe you relate
I know she’s out there, waiting to be found
I don’t know where she’s from, her heart is sound
She’ll relate to me, she will, apart from physical thrills
Spiritual passion, and vulnerability
something I cannot speak of verbally.
If I could put it into writing I would, but ill get lost in my dreams
Something I want, something I need, like water or air, the oxygen I...
I feel her presence, but can’t find her, no matter where I go
I'll write songs and poetry, in hopes she'll come to me
Maybe i'll meet her at a store, or even the sea’s shore
A smiling face, a presence of light, what I imagine is as radiant as a last sunrise
She’s there, I swear, in my minds eye, not a race or color, she’s there
Over the ocean, colors and bliss, our eyes meet
Connection of the universe, this link between our brains.
An imaginary moment
that teases me.
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 7:46 PM UTC
*Here's to folly, to the great valley called love
Which reminded me of forever through imperfections,
Hardships and disappointments, of falling deeply
Into discovery from self-doubt, of reaching freedom,
The bore of a goal like contentment.
Here's to pain, the antithesis of the stars,
Of pretensions and incompletion, the middleground
Between the starts and the endings, the covert catalyst,
The grand surrealist, as we dread to know
The fullness of our sanity, of our souls,
Our fragility, of our very being.
Here's to the machinery, the agitation
Called dreams, the sweet fog of distant memories,
Or the dark smoke of passion sometimes,
Cunning as ever, like a freight train,
Like wind, like havoc, like thypoon,
Oftenly deprived of conclusive destinations.
Here's to art, drama and poetry, the mystics,
The sons and daughters of the grand mystics,
Of philosophy, science and religion, not to mention
History, the grand infidel, and mythology, the fibber.
Answers overwhelm us, test us, and divide us,
They appear when we're most not ready,
Yet the questions keep us sane, ever growing,
Ever sun, ever moon and ever cloud.
Only time will tell and would not,
The old grey, the clear dark, the pale light,
It never learned a language,
It only learned to live, noticed
But never quite understood.
How diaphanous. How vague.
So here's to the confusion, to the uncertainty
Like love always has been.
Here's to us, to our ambitions,
Our possessions, the treasures which speak
Permanence in our hearts.
Here's to the violent, the meek and the indifferent.
Here's to the society and the humanity
That's left in it. Here's to those who hate me.
Here's to our faith and our fate.
Here's to the poems that will never be written again.
Here's to you, my love, my true.
May we stay kind, mad, and human,
Or something more, whatever that means,
Despite the opposition, and deception and progression.
So here's to the Universe.
Here's to the grand riddler called existence.*
© 2015 J.S.P.
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 11:00 PM UTC
Pulling hair out
Bawling eyes
Nothing is right
Frustration consumes my life
Do I even want to stick it out?
There’s too much happening
All at once
All at once
Too much to handle
It really depresses me
Just thinking about it…
December 20, 2011
Feb 19, 2012
Feb 19, 2012 at 7:25 PM UTC
It's too late now
and we can't go back
and fix everything that fell apart
in the time that you
were taking my heart
We can't put the pieces together
Because they no longer
Fit
We've each been torn
To bits
Apologies don't rid the dark
Won't bring the light
Can't relight the spark
We've harbored the pain
Love is gone
And We're both a little insane
We're troubled and lost
Can't find our way
Our joy comes with a cost
And we're unwilling to pay
I'm sorry this can't be bargained
I'm sorry for the words I didn't say
And I apologize that this is good-bye
Just promise never to ask why.
Jul 5, 2012
Jul 5, 2012 at 10:21 PM UTC
if you look intently close enough
you might be able to see
the war going on within me through my irises
see all the knives poking out my skin
bombs flying out my mouth
but to the naked eye
i am still
breathing slowly
intact but not
completed
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 4:12 PM UTC
I'm so tired of always being the one to ask,
I'm so tired, knowing it won't change
Unless I stop putting myself out there
I want to know them all
Why does the world seem so big suddenly
Like it's so hard to grasp the reality of
How life used to be, before I went away
Before I remembered what living really meant
Those days seem as simple memories now
Memories though which will never vanish
And cannot seem to leave me be
Constantly poking at my back
Knawing wholes wherever they can
Like worms, they've been eating my body
Along with parts of my soul I thought
Were most profound and least to weaken
Or is it exactly the fact that I envision
A weakness in me I never had before
A softness in which I have found kindness
And a love that dropped all my barriers
What if everything I thought I knew
Was but a deception that I left myself
To fall so tremendlously for
Each time I stopped praying?
How many of the things I did
Were really selfless opposed to
All the times I did those things
To really make myself happy
Rather than all those around me
Rather than the ones I love or
The people that I thought I fought for
What if it's all a lie?
The lie we feed ourselves in order
To be able to live with ourselves
While half the world is at war
While more than half is starving
I thought if you help your community
You do your part in the world
No matter if nothing will ever be enough
Yet.. somehow I have this sense
A sense of incompletion everywhere I look
Or is that simply...because I fell in love?
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 6:21 PM UTC
Fractured
Broken
I'm a puzzle missing pieces
doomed to incompletion
and imperfection
With no hope to be whole again
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 10:38 AM UTC
A dead concern is what
puts words on this page
Yesterday's warm failure
is these lines manifest
Incompletion does not
usually prove pride
Yet I am proud of her
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 10:00 PM UTC
My life is So full of
Half starts, incompletion,
Should've, could've, would've,
My regrets ride On my back
Like I'm the One they've saddled.
I have mastered
The very elegant
Art of inexistence.
I've become so
Totally lost In being afraid
Of my life That I've forgotten
To even live.
This isn't living.
Don't hate anyone.
Does that include myself?
Scratch that. Currently lacking a self.
I'll stumble into faith. Or life.
Or faith in life.
No more. Never. Can't live like this.
Scratch that. Not really living.
Caffeine may keep me awake, but
What can coffee do for an empty soul?
The answer is nothing.
I can mend an empty soul. My empty soul.
Even as I dream of paradise while stuck on the ground.
Time to live.
Time to wake up.
There can't be any incompletes this time.
Sep 21, 2016
Sep 21, 2016 at 10:20 AM UTC
Some people are complex ,
Not the same as all the rest .
We live in obedience ,
yet some striving for existence .
Incompletion is a condition ,
Causing longing for affection .
Deteriorated through years of pain ,
so much more worth living and to gain .
Feeling keeps you sane ,
Yet we are but mundane .
I'll be whole again ,
Sometime sooner than then . . .
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 3:28 PM UTC