"inscripted" poems
I search for answers
in others eyes
in poetry
and lyrical salvation
You're in all of them
my muse, my idiotic refuge
I feel alive even thinking about your skin
your simple movement
the way you curl your fingers around my hair
I come home
away from my toxic trembling addiction
I step into my platonic robotic role
pick up arm
put around husband
smile
keep going
somehow
if my time was inscripted
love letters to you would shock
this world I've created so innocently
for myself
this world of longing
and an empty stream of foreign trash
unnatural being
I am that stream
Apr 7, 2012
Apr 7, 2012 at 7:46 PM UTC
I will send you my love
In a little glass bottle.
The memories we shared
inscripted in the scroll
I will throw it into the sea
Somewhere near fiji
And leave our love
that use to surround me
behind in the turquoise water
Drifting where ever it may
Not to be found tomorrow.
Apr 2, 2010
Apr 2, 2010 at 12:02 AM UTC
He wrote
inscripted objects
Into my eye
He bountied
For affection
One not
Likely met
She screamed
While sufficating
Her authenticity
He shouted
Yea she'll come back
She wore her wedding gown
Into the dessert
And was found drowned
He wrote
Inscripted objects
Into my eye
The novels now
A mystery
My Life
Total chaos
With a smile
Because he's no
Longer with me
I cry my left eye out
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 12:23 AM UTC
The day Acorn met Apple
He stared smiling at her
And stardust formed overhead
The day Acorn fell for Apple’s core
He tore the viral spore
Feeding on her soul no more
He polished her up
Ripened her fruit
He sprouted her seeds
A tree grew inside her
Acorn grew right beside her
Believe me the ringing from their seedlings singing
Made breathing seem easy
Believe in things changing
for better or worse
I will always be right here
On pages made with sunlight
Inscripted under starlight
Ingested by the firelight
Remove the screen to see
sparkles in a stranger’s eyes
True love never dies
And is brought to life
When rainbows soar the skies
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 4:01 PM UTC
i just signed ya death certificate
cause the angel of death descended
a death sentence was inscripted in the scroll i was given
i came to bury anybody in the rap cemetary
while im the one who wrote the obituary
no wakes cause the body cant be presented
come to ya funeral in attendance
im the one who was spitting
i bring the bodybags before the killing
to zip em up in em
after the battle finished
cause yall battling a menace
im the seed of dennis
but im not kidding
evrybdy a victim
this is only genesis
the beginning
its vicious more in the ending
final decision
is death
cause thesee bars is an hex
these spells at my request
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 8:12 PM UTC
I had thought that I wanted a mug,
so I sought an adventure and dug!
"I'm just digging materials..." I shrugged:
"I'm just wanting enough to be chugged!"
But instead what I found was a Bowl,
from a 20th century ghoul.
On its side was inscripted in gold:
OH BEWARE I WAS CURSED AND THEN SOLD!
So I thought and I thinked and I thank,
and I brought my new thing to the bank!
But before I could speak I was yanked—
I had fallen but It had me tanked!
In a daze I was scrambling to piece,
all the shards that had broke, as the peace,
and to fix it all back in the leasts,
so that we don't all turn into beasts!
Jan 31, 2023
Jan 31, 2023 at 2:23 PM UTC
She's melting into nothingness
building a thick wall that seperates her
from pain and sorrow
No one can see in
understand why
They barely even notice
Inscripted onto the imaginary walls
that form her sanctuary
are words...
If I never love, I'll never hurt
If I'm never happy, I'll never be sad
If I never let them in, I'll never be let down
Her guise rises each morning with the sun
escapes only when sleep allows it to
Sleepless nights cause nothing but confusion
and conflict
Two minds, two personalities
one person
Nothingness
She slowly escapes
melts
Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 5:19 PM UTC
I remember the solid feel of your arms
and soft, papyrus skin pressed
against mine; encompassing all that
has and will happen.
Here in our circle, I turn
and slip and slide and slither
out, away and onto something new,
whilst your arms always remain open.
Forging young paths with new steps
splashing not lightly, causing tsunamis
with every decision made and regretted,
life lived and loved apart from you.
But there's a link inscripted in our DNA,
genes linking genes and laughter
across seas and silences and solitude
always, you stick with me.
Your eyes braced, lips ready to smile,
upright you keep your chin.
I think of you and pray one day
to be half the person you've been.
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 5:43 AM UTC
Words are so fragile yet powerful once touched,
whispered in the winds, needed oh so much.
Words have launched a thousand ships, spoken by men long gone.
Remembered by all who read, inscripted on granite walls.
Words seem to be unspoken when relationships slip away,
there are so many words to use...yet nothing is left to say.
We stumble on the right words to use when we try to say goodbeye,
yet all that is left to the ears is the lonesome bugle cry.
Poets around the world use words everyday,
one only has to stop and read , so much one has to say.
My words are just that, words on a electric page,
words that I hope, record the journey of the day.
Words...... the mind travels as the soul stays in its safety zone,
listening for a fragile reply.
Waiting, wondering if the words he wrote had died.
Jul 24, 2010
Jul 24, 2010 at 5:33 AM UTC
That book
Was everything
All my lies branded upon the pagez
All my secrets hidden with paranoid precision
All my desires inscripted onto the lines
All my thoughts made physical by pen
All the ink that has bren used
All the pages filled with my darkest lusts
All those tear stained torn pages
All of the pagez stained with blood born of my own suffering
That book is not everything about me
THAT BOOK IS ME
and you stole it
You stole me
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 11:16 AM UTC
Ancients stare down
silently,
sitting atop
the inscripted stelae
from across the plaza.
Icy winds rip
the Altiplano
& if you listen,
listen hard enough,
you'll hear
them whispering
the sacred code.
I've heard them twice,
it gripped me &
I stood frozen in my tracks
to hear the condors
sing primordial tidings.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 5:58 PM UTC
We don’t speak any more.
Nails fly out of your mouth to crucify
while I oscillate between hanging in pained silence
and screaming thoughtlessly back at you.
But far worse than your nails drawing blood
is the piling of the silent stones, day by day,
into a monument I cannot climb,
inscripted with the character of your life I can no longer read.
Could I ever?
You bludgeon me with “you will never understand.”
I never believed you until now.
I cannot see your knights
and know not what dragons they have slain for you.
I was once your champion.
Your laughter is shrouded when I am near,
although I hear it report from a distance,
its absence piercing shooting pain.
I cannot know your particular darkness
for the shadows are yours and yours alone.
But I knew something of your lands once
and sacrificed more than a little blood on your soil.
You fence me in lines I never drew.
But perhaps if you just start again
by telling me a secret,
the garden we once planted together
will not lie so barren and unkept.
I tend it still.
Tell me a secret
that I might once more whisper to your heart.
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 9:50 PM UTC
Do all high schoolers go home
And cry themselves to sleep
Before realizing
That they still have homework
Is it normal
To do more homework, extra curricular
activities, and clubs
Then have a social life
And care for the people you love
Is it ok
To develop higher anxiety levels
Because your expectations are set too high
And you have to be in the top 10% at least
Is it all right
To have a fake smile, and a fake laugh
Because you don't want people to know how
hurt you are
Or how tired and achy your body is
And I bet it's fine
To not have any breaks
Unless you procrastinate that huge project
worth 40% of your grade
Or the mountains of homework inscripted in
your soul
And I guess it perfectly ordinary
To not feel like you can go to anyone
Because after saying it's ok and that they will
always be there for you
They will explain how much more they want
out of you
Or am I the exception
The exception to the happy, normal life
Where everyone gets sleep and is joyful
Where people have time and friends instead
of homework and stress
I'm so tired of this exception to the good life
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 8:44 AM UTC
you can not confess what I have already drawn in words
you can not feel what I have inscripted on my soul
transferred into these pixels of light and dark.
they are not your notions they are mine
they bleed my name
and seep my ssoul.
and when you deconstruct them
and pile them up in a different order,
you can not erase me and call them your own mine
when my heart notes are stolen they call to me
and wish themselves home to me
and you who have stolen what can not be yours
will ever know that sprite of inspiration
shared generously with you is not yours
do not confuse it with intellect they are the seals on my soul
do what you will with them, but they are my heart scrolls
when heart notes are stolen they aren't like real kisses
deep and from your soul,
they are forced and devoid of meaning, with only superficial gain.
I want them all back under my breast back to their home,
each and every one under my heart felt seal of pain.
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 6:00 AM UTC
I gave you my heart
You denied me yours
I held on to the last hope
But you took it away
You infiltrated every of my thoughts
Every of my wishes
Was for you to be mine
In my heart i inscripted your name
I was falling deep into you
But someone held me up
Apr 27, 2017
Apr 27, 2017 at 4:27 AM UTC