"inexplainable" poems
only the moon knew her darkest secrets, the depth of her thought was the deepest, up all night, its something she does frequent, she's an angel from heaven, that fell for a demon, a beautiful image, turned into a broken spirit, constant arguments and disagreements,
her smile held pain, but she stuck to concealment, because her friends and the world were incoherent, I got to see her smile one day, ever since then, nothing has been the same,
she no longer puts that same smile on her face, she once felt grace, but it turned to disgrace, the beauty she holds is inexplainable, the purity in her soul is gold, yet unattainable, because she no longer holds trust,
what she thought was love, turned into lust,,an addicting drug, that having is a must, the magical feeling, turned into dust, she misses the memories, kisses, and hugs, now she confides in her own sorrow, asking god for a better tomorrow, he gives her a light to follow, but her own pride is hard to swallow, A beautiful intelligent female, who felt love through the most intimate detail,
at school she was the most diligent female, filled in amazing aspects, and assets, but she continues to feel the absence, and still doesnt comprehend the circumstances,
for his actions, of dissatisfaction,
still to this day hasnt changed her reaction, the biggest heart break shes ever dealt with, it was minor to him, but her heart really felt it, like a beautiful ice sculpture, she melted,
and there I was the person to who she vented, staring deep into her dark brown eyes, i saw what nobody else saw, deep deep inside, she was wise at mind, i searched more within, as the sun rised, a beautiful lonely girl, that told me under the stars and moonlight,
"hold me close and never let go."
i was there to carefully listen,
she opened up like a book.
after she looked up to me and said i was different, that i just might be what her heart was missin,
her eyes and smile once again glistened, i told her,
"look at the stars, look how they shine for you, until the stars in the sky shine no more, i'll always be there, until the end of time for you."
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 2:25 PM UTC
He is running for me
While I'm chasing you
I'll give him a chance
He does what you don't do.
Irony comes by
I saw him today with a big smile
And he remind me
That the way he looks at me
Is the way I used to look at you.
Inexplainable bright that shines
From his blue sea eyes
He kisses me and he loves me too.
He is running for me
And I am chasing you,
I'll give him a chance
He likes me the way I like you
He likes me not like you
Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 6:16 PM UTC
singing in front of strangers
terrifies me to no end, I battle
my runaway heartbeats as they
fly and thud against my glass
chest; I feel the blood flush
hot and livid through my
limbs & search for cool
pillow sides to chill my
cheeks, wondering why the
only sounds I make
whine, how the mind can be
infinitely stronger than the
body how fear can run
through programmed behavior
why telling myself "you wont die"
is never enough to quell my
aching nerves—phobia is the
unswallowable lump in my throat,
the inexplainable fight or flight, the
"no" whispered in every language to
my gullible muscles—one day I will
sever the fear at its root and enjoy
the fruits of my own liberation.
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 4:16 AM UTC
pull me close son of god
let me emulate your perfection
in the similar direction skewed by human perception
what is perfect god?
are you?
though since you create creatures with fallibility
you must know so yourself
you must realize the nature of mistakes in order to make them
when you breathe forests grow and seeds are sewn
you tiptoe through the seas and make your mark on the continents
platypodes? the most useless creature
but beautiful
with the combined features of simpler folk
duck
******
but then god
you created me
or did you?
did i sprout from my mothers ****** because nature made me that way
or did the universe align to spew me onto the world because it needed my difference
i dont think you had anything to do with it
i think the world was born, as was all life after it
by the scientific methods so many have studied
but i do not disbelieve you could be out there
necessarily
but for that matter i also do not think you are omniscient
i dont think you control the stars
i think you live in a collective consciousness of the witness-less humans
with little to believe in
i think through the millions beliefs that you exist
you have come to be
and you give us someone to blame
to thank
when inexplainable circumstance haunts our present
you exist because we do
not the other way around
we have created you
we have put you into the sky through prayer
and shaped your vision with our verse
humans are clever with our big brains and big brawn
but we are not so wise to realize how much power we manifest collectively
we have created mass fear through words
through stories
we have created global hope through the telling of tales
we are individually weak
holding little power
but as a whole
humanity holds the might to shake the very foundations of the earth
we create beings larger than ourselves so we have a way to feel humble
because without the fear of restitution
our constitution weakens
and we either wilt
or grow too large for our britches resulting in catastrophe
though some use the belief in god to justify their hate
but they have created a personal god
one who is not a part of the greater spirit
a god toxic in nature
and small and weak
so atheists are not the righteous and true
but neither are those who believe in a higher power
neither am i
or you
we are all cells in the lining of the galaxies ******
and if you add fear into our equation
we hold the power to create new beings
no matter how imaginary
so god exists if you want to believe in it
but the disbelief is also valid
because god does not exist to you
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 2:26 PM UTC
We have a secret,one which has to be kept
I told no soul,hope none will ever know
The moment we walk in the room
We turn heads, it's so cool
To know what we know
Watch out, it's gonna blow
Over
We got our own thing going on
We applaud the walls
Laugh at the air
Yeah some might think
We going crazy
Crazy
It's indescribable
It's inexplainable
I'm gonna fall down the earth
What are we gonna do
Our lives aren't that cool
We might have a joke
But it makes them choke
Who cares what they think
It's our own thing
It's unforgettable
It's irreplaceable
What are you worth
There's nothing you can do
We just have to be
On the other line
Standing on the right
What is there motive?
It's our own thing
Let them shoot,let them run
They hide their faces against the sun
They are no fun
Their games are boring
My word! They're soaring
Their lies are stories
Who cares what they think?
This is our own thing
They separate us,it's such a fuss
The boys are hurting
All those talking
They can't walk straight anymore
All I'm saying,don't be playing
With their games of hurt
They are rude to us
Who cares what they think
This is our own thing
We can play,all through the day
We can go, anywhere
We can talk all we want to talk
But if they try to take us apart
Then we'll enjoy our last laugh
Coz they won't let the sun in
Coz they are hurting
But who cares what they think
Coz this will be our last own little thing
Our own thing
Our last own little thing...
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 3:21 AM UTC
'tis inexplainable, that foreign "beyond words" sensation- the incomplete isolation.
embody the human experience with me;
let's start the evolution of a revolution
that we all so desperately need
I pass streets crowded constantly with thousands of unfamiliar faces
walk the broken, cracking sidewalks to all the odd & end little places
upon the dark grey sludge that layers the sullen, dreary old city streets
still in mind the valleys and forests of evergreen
beneath the aged chalk stained, blackboard styled sky
amid the most royalest blue of seas
reel in your life full of anchors
for we could simply sail miles,
days suspended above the earths varying tides of infinity and eternity
find a paradise no human soul
would care to believe
amongst uncharted territory
we may construct our own society
sipping honey from one anothers souls
lets escape
we have our world to see
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 11:39 PM UTC
Abducted Worker
He was riding his moped to the office to work
The alien craft hovered over him and took him
It left his moped by the roadside needing the rider
In a blast of silent light he was plonked down
No longer on his wheels somewhere else entirely
Like the X-Files but real different yet familiar
Like he'd been hear before that was inexplainable
He knew in ways he was home from home
Even if he cried sweated shook wondered what the ****
How can this be happening to me right now?
UFOs don't exist nor do little green men
Or grey ones like these here now
They greeted him he nodded and waved
It was like being back with friends!
Even if three feet tall and grey and ugly
They had a strange yet interesting craft
Bigger inside than out like Dr Who?
His moped was similar for it was a vehicle
Made to go from A to B and do a job
The question was what why where and who?
He didn't know the answers just now
He'd soon find out their aims and wants
Before they let him go again...
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Dec 29, 2021
Dec 29, 2021 at 7:31 PM UTC
You cradled me in your arms
Cuddling the moon away
With each ticking second gone
This is where I'd love to stay
You gave me your eyes
Your un-faltered gaze
The usual you
Vanquishing worries of my days
Messing up your weave
I played with your hair
You were just staring
Silently sitting there
Comfortable but still heavy
A moment of silence...
Lost all control, broke the breaks
Followed by a moment of weakness
You were my favorite kiss
I've felt the warmness from you
The softest I've ever encountered
The hardest to say goodbye to
Everyone held me in the same manner
Holding me with force and desperation
Held me as if begging me to stay
Clutching me without care nor consideration
Your hands were different
You were piecing my soul together
You held me unlike those before you
You held me in a way I've only now encountered
I've felt like the most fragile being
The most important glass in the universe
You were careful and gentle with force
As if frightened that I'd shatter
But you still tried so ever to hold me
In your hands, to keep me with you
For the longest time you possibly could
For the longest that time allowed you to
We could never be and we both knew
As we exchanged laughter, painful smiles
Inexplainable looks and unforgettable gazes
We did something wrong that felt right for a while
A bid of farewell
Exchanging apologies
I encrypted behind my smile
Words which you'll never hear from me
Words unheard but undoubtedly felt
Despite of your warnings, we both knew
Regardless of the distance you tried to maintain
I still carelessly fell for you
You are my favorite kiss
Twas the most wonderful
I've ever felt in a long time
Yet, the most painful
Ending without a beginning
Overwhelmed by what ifs that I'll never forget
With your back turned towards me
You became this favorite mistake that I'll never regret
Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 8:03 AM UTC
this house is as real as ungrown nails on the tips of my bony fingers
something is scratching from in between my lungs,
searching for the solace it deserves
I feel it wilting too.
the inexplainable feeling of touching the harsh corners and the yellow walls and the emptiness we will be filling with
lavender in the place of sweat
I do not like this setting
but like the ladies on the street who boast about the bruises between their thighs and call them battle scars,
my choices have always been grave
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 5:24 AM UTC
Hidden in poetry are meanings we don't understand
feelings explained
embroidered on the everyday shirt of life
each individual song its special message
sewn with a delicacy of stitch in silver or gold
iron or steel wire
stitched into our minds with invisible threads
joining the synapses of emotion and imagination
taking us on a journey through past present
future and no place in time yet studied
stretching its long fabrics
far into the horizons of our perception
forming shapes and patterns
that have the same magic as music
inexplainable joys and sorrows
that burden our senses with sadness and sheer ecstasy
Margaret Ann Waddicor 1st April 2015
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 12:49 PM UTC
What if I'm the one who loves more
I give and give
He takes and takes
He says thanks
I forever wait.
What if he loves me more
and I can't help it,
unsatisfied,
unfair, his heart I tear.
What if our love for each other is to abstract
immeasurable,
inexplainable with words
only felt.
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 7:00 AM UTC
I watched you
spiraling like
falling
confetti, resisting
hitting the
ground
in a chaotic
dance, the bats
of origami
I'm not sure if you know this,
or if I've ever said it-
and I'm honestly
not sure what
you know,
but
after the party
when the candles all
burnt out
and you were
sweating out
the belief you're
not enough,
I was sitting in
a rickety-old-fold-up-chair
tapping my foot,
thinking of telling
you that
you are enough,
you're celebratory confetti,
a thousand sprinkles of
abstract shapes
hard edges
inexplainable
indescribable
unrepairable
and after every show,
every party,
after
every means of celebration
where the balloons might be
released and where
the blow horns might
sound,
I want it all
to be with you,
we can't conquer the world,
but
we'll sure as hell
confetti the
ground.
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 11:45 AM UTC
Her voice brought back echoes
of empty rooms
and broken bones,
Of the never ending darkness
and inexplainable pain.
And yet, every night
before I closed my eyes,
I could hear her.
There she was,
and there she would stay.
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 10:09 PM UTC
Inexplainable emotions,
Connected by spiderwebs.
Rather, the past and present
Webbed together by
Haunting cobwebs.
Regrets left to haunt,
The present left
For us to decide.
Steung together and
Streched thin
Who are you?
My haunting present?
My nightmarish past?
My bottomless imagination?
Or the black widow
Connecting it all,
And leaving the dust
To settle,
On my abandoned heart.
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 8:57 AM UTC
imminent distance looms
but naught to fear
though I shed an easy tear -
like flowers of April, love blooms
a growing gap, empty rooms
a lasting tie, I hold dear
love won't wane but wax by year
my guarded heart, he exhumes
enjoys me, accepts me, deciphers my art
wrapped in embrace, I'll forget never
healing, security, warmth - tranquil heart
inexplainable and sincere, leave it there -
a love that enjoys when together
and endures when apart
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 10:56 PM UTC
getting over him was seemingly
never an option
love does not disappear,
love haunts you
love is the source of inexplainable flashbacks to nights that were simpler
us ending...we never ended
in my mind, you are alive
I can see the dimples reflecting the saddest smile
your smell is present at bougey department stores
I am never alone
but our love hibernated
nearly a year ago
yet I am holding onto memories of simpler nights
and embraces of comfort and affection
moving away did not rid me of your existence
you are always here
I am not angry that you have not yet left my mind
but I am angry that you refused to remain by my side
getting over you was a stupid thought
you will always be here
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 2:20 AM UTC
*You lift me up and float in the outer space
No other thing or reasons nor excuses to make
Except when you see these within me
Flyin' high isn't it great?
We could share thoughts and unbelievable stories to communicate
Especially when our eyes met closely
As if there are a lot of adventures and waving oceans could form
I'll be your muse for tonight
& you'll be my prince in this inexplainable wondrous galaxy
No words to speak in the silence of moment
I woudn't care what people could say,
As long as I am with you
Cause,
To be with you i am free from anything
To be with you is the greatest feeling that i could ever have
So take me wherever you want
& I will follow you*
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 10:04 PM UTC
the first time: my idealogical house collapsed and
i stepped outside of my consciousness, and i wept as
the tectonic plates under me shifted,
destroying the comfort of my taken-for-granted worldview.
it took me months to tell people
--my family didn't know for months--
some friends still don't
i wonder how many still pray that i will come back to "the faith"
that they say i don't have enough of
because of course its that simple
they didn't feel their foundation collapse as i did
they didn't feel the visceral and inexplainable awareness
that unapologetically obliterated everything i thought i knew
they didn't peer into the endless dark space that was revealed under my foundation
i hold nothing against anyone
i have walked in their shoes and prayed their prayers
i know what its like
i know they mean only the very best for me
and i am thankful for that, truly
so i hold nothing against anyone
The second time was more drawn out and painful.
i delved deeper into the cavernous abyss
that i had stepped to the edge of and peered into last time--
this time i jumped in
and i fell for so helplessly long
--my body was lost in time and space--
before i remembered i had a parachute.
my brother's shoulder and a glass of wine
the perfect parachute to slow my fall
and help me find my feet underneath me.
this time i had questions,
so many questions about what it means to be human
and to be a human in this cavernous abyss
The third time was alone again
sobbing shaking and scribbling words in a journal, i want to
understand what this is.
another fissure opened up beneath my feet and i fall
--still deeper into the earths core --
and as i write i realize
that its not the earth's core at all,
but my own
its my own consciousness i have plunged into
all these times
the dimensions that expand so endlessly
behind my eyes
beckon me into them
and i have
willingly let them lead me deeper into myself
however disrupting and disorienting it is
i know myself better
because i am plunging the depths of my being
an i am more me than i have ever been
and it feels right and it feels true
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 2:45 PM UTC
When it rains.
Think of me,
Without a hint of doubt nor hesitation
Careful, careless and carefree
Think of me.
When it rains,
Be strong and stand firm, smile
Allow it to conceal and hide the pain
Unbiased by opinion
The rain poured
As hard as it possibly could
Dropping melted swords
As it kept landing on the earth
Tuning itself into hypnotic sounds
Creating bittersweet music
And cleansing heat off the ground
It envelopes the world with its scent
Hiding fragile words in the loudness
Overwhelmed by the songs of rain
Steadily guarding the hearts' secrets
Entire sceneries are made to blur
Colorful umbrellas at bird's eye view
Making the streets look full of lights
Allowing me to dream of you
People run, avoiding droplets
People run, to be hugged by rain
The drizzling on rooftops
And puddles splashing away the pain
The frightful yet so comforting
Sound, sight, feel and scent
Allow me to be conceited in my belief
That for people like me, the rain was sent
Tears of sorrow and tears of elation
Rain, the confusing yet utter representation
Of the two deepest inexplainable emotions
A love unbreakable and its absence in separation
Think of me.
When it rains,
Without a hint of doubt nor hesitation
Allow it to take away every scar and pain
When it rains.
Think of me,
Be strong and release, smile
And lastly, please be genuinely happy
Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 5:20 AM UTC