"incomprehensive" poems

Holding so much inside. Ignoring the pain that resides. Telling myself we'll be alright, knowing full well it's a lie. Breaking, shattering, falling apart. Reaching the end of that rope; my last gleaming hope is fading. Jaded, incomprehensive, inconsolable. Extinguished fire behind my eyes, the last burning embers pulsing out. Collapsed lungs suffocating me, drowning in deprivation. Grim stands beside me, holding my hand. Das ende. Slutten. Fin. lmt

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Jan 16, 2016

Jan 16, 2016 at 3:21 PM UTC

crash-bandicute

The End.

Holding so much inside. Ignoring the pain that resides. Telling myself we'll be alright, knowing full well it's a lie. Breaking, shattering, falling apart. Reaching the end of that rope; my last gleaming hope is fading. Jaded, incomprehensive, inconsolable. Extinguished fire behind my eyes, the last burning embers pulsing out. Collapsed lungs suffocating me, drowning in deprivation. Grim stands beside me, holding my hand. Das ende. Slutten. Fin. lmt

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Oh global pork, seen in the sewer; with the rest of your destinational derivatives. The smell of your bathory abounds. Giving the social workers their architectural dung. The Mind of the civil g-d, incomprehensive and deranged. That g-d itself needs assistance. Scores line-up to help- -the never-do-well. Soon their g-d will appear again without giving its name; only exposing its composition... Made of assorted care-takers of its origin. © S. Wesley Mcgranor

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Oct 3, 2016

Oct 3, 2016 at 7:49 PM UTC

s-wesley-mcgranor

World to Come

Oh global pork, seen in the sewer; with the rest of your destinational derivatives. The smell of your bathory abounds. Giving the social workers their architectural dung. The Mind of the civil g-d, incomprehensive and deranged. That g-d itself needs assistance. Scores line-up to help- -the never-do-well. Soon their g-d will appear again without giving its name; only exposing its composition... Made of assorted care-takers of its origin. © S. Wesley Mcgranor

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in a blanket of darkness i feel your invisible movements and wonder what it could be the precise feeling that cannot beget words to be spoken. is it an ancient stir? a millennium instinct to keep and be kept? Is it a mirror, or a staying or becoming. I want to describe to us both the moving of the spheres and what you what you had to do with it. incomprehensive your proximity and blindsided by a sacred instant I hum psalm-like into your sleepy hair. I turn to you half-conscious I rest my ear on your chest and listen to your entire life.

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Jul 13, 2012

Jul 13, 2012 at 12:31 PM UTC

mure

Sacred Proximity (Talking in my Sleep)

in a blanket of darkness i feel your invisible movements and wonder what it could be the precise feeling that cannot beget words to be spoken. is it an ancient stir? a millennium instinct to keep and be kept? Is it a mirror, or a staying or becoming. I want to describe to us both the moving of the spheres and what you what you had to do with it. incomprehensive your proximity and blindsided by a sacred instant I hum psalm-like into your sleepy hair. I turn to you half-conscious I rest my ear on your chest and listen to your entire life.

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There's something awfully delightful about the burn as it mutilates perfectly clear skin. There's something mysteriously incomprehensive about the power this pain has. It can control ones life, it can ruin another's. How unfathomable.

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Apr 19, 2016

Apr 19, 2016 at 1:49 PM UTC

lilli-carina

Depression

There's something awfully delightful about the burn as it mutilates perfectly clear skin. There's something mysteriously incomprehensive about the power this pain has. It can control ones life, it can ruin another's. How unfathomable.

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Every time I look into the mirror, I see a different me Each time I reach into the closet Am I a he or she? As I open the door, I melt into the floor I can't stand this anticipation.. I don't feel like dancing but I'll make you look a fool I'm not into guessing but you look so cruel Show me your perception and I'll show you my intention Don't be second guessing because I know what you think I don't try to be incomprehensive But my love, you seem so demented Will you let me untie your seams? Through my closed eyes I am just a fly In a fishbowl, escaping into the night The traveling world circles through crystal clean lies The end is filled with detrimental violence. Not one soul speaks a word in the end.

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Sep 11, 2020

Sep 11, 2020 at 7:08 PM UTC

MontyPie

Fishbowl

Every time I look into the mirror, I see a different me Each time I reach into the closet Am I a he or she? As I open the door, I melt into the floor I can't stand this anticipation.. I don't feel like dancing but I'll make you look a fool I'm not into guessing but you look so cruel Show me your perception and I'll show you my intention Don't be second guessing because I know what you think I don't try to be incomprehensive But my love, you seem so demented Will you let me untie your seams? Through my closed eyes I am just a fly In a fishbowl, escaping into the night The traveling world circles through crystal clean lies The end is filled with detrimental violence. Not one soul speaks a word in the end.

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