"intangibly" poems
i see visions of you in my subconscious,
words tumbling out when i see your face,
fumbling to find
the proper adjectives to describe you
i can’t
because there is no one on this planet
who can love me so intangibly,
so inarguably i can't
even focus because you’re always on my mind,
every other thought tinted cerulean,
every thought turned
patterns of your words so weaved into
my life i thank you
for being the one constant in my life,
so consistent in bringing me up
from the depths of my own darkness i don’t mind
that the pain is draped over my heart when
your face is draped over my mind.
-a.c.b
Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 9:54 PM UTC
Your love lingers inside me
intangibly
like mulling spices
in an empty jar.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 11:06 AM UTC
Intangibly, it cometh and goeth.
Substanceless it slips in transition from one immeasurable instant to the next. Equitable to infinite space, in terms of distance, infinite time is a concept quite alien to the finite human mind. There is no proof of existence, it is a human conception with no sensory component, an illusion and utterly immeasurable in real terms with only a human contrivance to calibrate it....(and poorly at that).
Time is the silken zephyr on which we lay our dreams and aspirations. It is the currency of deep religion and is regarded as the ultimate sword hand of God. Incorruptible and absolute it brooks no favour, seeks no fame. Irreversible in it's cold implacable, unquenchability it merely, unfeelingly.... proceeds.
M.
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 10:02 PM UTC
I counted the clock
as I watched the small hand slowly tick by
I stared off into space
as I watched the weather change from sunny to Grey-
blurring my vision as my mind drifted away...
Something in the air told me to be still- listen & wait
but if I'd of known on this day
you'd do the unthinkable so intangibly-
I well I don't know what I'd of done....
I haven't eaten since you left
I hardly slept since I found you gone...
Hard to think as I sit at my dinning table
watching out my bay window as children laugh & play.
I heard a dog bark and watched a girl playing with her hula-hoop
I sit as tears run down my face thinking are you eating are you safe?
Why now would you think to leave
when everything you wanted
is right in front of you?
Is that person you ran to worth
the pain your causing me?
What can you be thinking ?
As I sit hear with my elbows on this table,
head bent low & my hands in my hair.
I hear a knock & my heart skips a beat, butterflies flutter in the pit of my stomach...
That lil girl with her hula-hoop tapped my window and smiles (I thought it was you)
I smile right back but all I see is you- in my mind
I see you with your tiny hands, your wrapped in blankets,
leaves of many colors fall down from above as we sat in Elizabeth Park
me reading Winnie The Pooh to you.
You at about 2- running with your very first kite
saying looky momma look "it fly'ing"...
As you ran you tripped stubbled & fell sadly your kite flew away...
I chases it but I couldn't reach it in time....
You look up with tears & it breaks my heart I didn't catch your kite
so I cry too and you say to me momma it OK.
I see in my mind you at 4 laughing with your sister - you both hold hand
twirling round & round in circles until you fall down giggling all the while.
I wonder where is that smile of yours now?
Where's the laughter & feelings you had way back then?
My tears are overflow- spilling on this dinning table...
I look up and watch
the tiny red hand on the clock tick, tick, tick on by,
it's the only sound in my house.
Your sisters outside playing with their friends
as I sit watching out the window& all I see is the many blended
children whom now look all
like you- running, laughing, playing...
Being free to be them selves & all I can do is long to have you home for once.
No picture is gonna help
because you've left me watching, waiting once more,
I been here all this time doing what I seem to continuously do which is
Watch As Time Flys By!
Always Me Ayeshah
May 24, 2010
May 24, 2010 at 9:55 AM UTC
bicultural but not totally bilingual
kids will understand
the sheer embarrassment of having to copy-paste
what your parents text you
in their native language
into Google Translate
detect language
yes, to English, because it's the only thing
I truly understand
because I don't actually really know
what Mom's saying at the end
Do I really get the weight of each word she crafts
lovingly into characters I've learned
but words I don't quite string together
or meanings I don't quite grasp
I swear I do it's just I don't understand one hundred percent and if I could just
g e t those last few phrases
sometimes the entire paragraph she sends me
rather than rely on a gray text editor that spits back
in solid, black, unfeeling English alphabet
"Coming home is always welcome"
that's not my Mom's voice, with her smiling, sympathetic expression and
steaming rice and kimchi stew, warm laundry, and squeaky slippers
that's the translator mincing her words,
chopping and scrambling them into something
familiar to the brain but foreign to the heart
I know she means "I'm always welcome to come home"
but why
couldn't I have gotten that immediately
"I eat food well and I have to buy spring clothes."
No, Google, I'm sure
she means that I will eat her food well
and buy spring clothes with her
but machine learning algorithms aren't
perfect
not my mom
so how would I really know
I wish language could be copy-pasted into English in my mind
so that I didn't have to go through this
bland, unwilling, frugal third-party
that knows nothing about my culture
I am a copy-paste of my parents' DNA
in flesh and blood
so why is it that physically
I am connected
but mentally, intangibly,
I've lost connection
to the internet, and some features of Google Translate may be lost. Try again?
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 5:45 AM UTC
There is a great distance
A vastly endless space
A divide that echoes longing
Separating me from you
And within this great distance
Awareness is born
These two entities are destined to be
Their bond infallible
Where is the great distance
Of which I was painfully aware
Now it seems obsolete
We are intangibly connected
There is no great distance
Separating me from you
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 2:01 PM UTC
Looking in your eyes I catch a glimmer of what was once most definitely meant to be.
I can intangibly hear a weary voice inside you and it is screaming to be set free.
Saddly you locked up your spirit tightly deep inside and replaced it with woe and fear.
The person you long to be seems miles away, but keep fighting my love and soon that person will be here.
Let go of everything that ties you down, unleash yourself from the crushing weight that's constructed of all your pain.
Let out that child, the one hidding inside, for they are in desperate need of time to run wild and frolic in the rain.
That surrounding light, your beauty within, almost blinding its grandure reaches ever so high.
Please don't be afraid to open up your wings, feel the rush of the wind when you finally take to the brilliant sky.
Truthfully this journey will not at all be easy, nor will you always be clear on the way.
If you are willing to endure it you may find yourself a little more with the dawn of each new day."
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 10:32 AM UTC
She's a feather
in full flight.
Flying in my skies
and in-betweens,
intangibly gracing,
a breeze that caresses.
I may've disregarded
had I never seen
so distinctly.
I'd call her a tease
If I didn't feel her embrace,
in all its warm invisibility.
I’ve felt her move,
Tingling through,
glowing
in a thoughtless shrink.
Growing in light,
she blankets through the air,
transcendence to gravity,
encompasses all.
I believe,
in her light
elevation was stolen,
within recesses of my heart.
lifted.
If I didn't know where I was
I'd question my ascend,
why my feet still step these earthly grounds,
how I no longer hold my weight.
But in her arms,
I am
absolute.
Jul 17, 2012
Jul 17, 2012 at 7:40 PM UTC
Is it possible
To love invisibly?
To feel a love for something you can’t see?
To hold it close,
And feel it brush your soul
Like something warm, a fire, a burning coal,
To get you through the times when you’re apart
And only see the image in your heart?
My answer is
Yes.
Because love
Is blind
And it doesn’t ask questions.
You don’t need to see someone
To know that you love them.
Most love is loved in absentia anyway,
Knowing you’ll miss them when they are away,
Loving them, perhaps, in more measure than you do
When they are standing right in front of you.
Let me this way begin:
You cannot see the wind,
And yet you may love it most sensibly.
For love itself exists intangibly,
And manifests itself in many forms.
And I will love at times invisibly; weather the suns and storms,
For if they shut my eyes once and for all
And I was blindfolded against a wall,
Held in jeopardy,
I’d count on my love
To save me,
Not in a foolish act of desperation
Or blindly trusting someone I cannot,
Not damsel in distress
But knowing this:
If I truly fall in love,
I will be able to trust them.
They will not wrong me,
And they will have nothing to hide.
So even though
I much prefer to see,
It won’t be hard
To love invisibly.
Aug 6, 2012
Aug 6, 2012 at 2:21 PM UTC
To ponder your existence,
to over-think.
To experience emotions, growth, life, critically;
and find another word for everything.
A word that better describes how you feel, what you see, and what you think,
So that some validating other may understand.
So that you are not alone with your echoing thoughts,
with your conscious.
Even worse about being intangibly alive and being alone in living
is finding yourself
in the only place where no other may ever reach you.
An ever-changing place, ever chained to your state.
Uncontrolled and deep.
Unsafe and terrifying.
Somewhere you may reach and travel without even moving.
A place that knows you better than you know yourself.
When you're asleep you understand it all,
no further sorrowful questions.
It's all sensible and clear,
when it is all absurd.
In your subconscious, you may be lost but not curious,
because you know all the answers, you just forget them in the morning.
Part of being human
is longing the things we have lost.
There's little we want more than to remember what we forgot.
Nov 3, 2011
Nov 3, 2011 at 2:50 AM UTC
_This morning I awoke with a cluster of words resting in the palm of my hand, my fingers tracing their gentle form like the decades of a rosary. On the tip of my tongue a song, a story, a fable of experience, existence, and eternity lay dozing.
There I floated between my inner and outer worlds, an exquisite confluence of wakeful consciousness and drowsy carelessness, until daybreak shook the last of sleep from my tousled dreams and my verses disintegrated like dust into the ether. It was at that moment, when the cool breeze through the open window intervened and the thrum of traffic in the distance drew me out from beyond the covers, that I lost my poem.
I know it will return: as droplets of rain on window glass, or as threads of loose cotton on a frayed cushion cover, in the rhythm of a lazy Sunday afternoon, or in the sigh of the ocean’s flow. All of these are mesmerising in their effect, some intangibly soulful, others enticingly tactile. All are enough to quiet the chatter of the quotidian mind and allow the delicate operations of the creative imagination to reign.
Only then, will I attempt to commit my words to paper...and you shall read them here._
Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 9:52 PM UTC
Time.
Its mortally-invented meaning,
feels powerfully un-theoretical
when traveling to the past.
And by “traveling,”
I mean that outer body experience
one endures during a moment of nostalgia.
And by “experience,”
I mean that outer body awareness that is sharply ignited
by something unknown in the chest area;
further manifested in the form of chilling goosebumps
that are assumed to be ignited
by the heart
as it laments itself
in an intangibly triangular form of
love, emptiness, and pain --
two theoretically theoretical theories against one.
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 7:06 PM UTC
It just hurts.
I feel like nothing
no numb or pain
or rush to leave
I'm nothing;
intangibly here.
Listless
and restless
like the smoke
evanescing from
depleted lungs.
Omnipresent
consumption
constantly pressures
my mind.
My thoughts
compress my body.
I can feel them
crawling up my throat
strangling me.
I'm lost
in muted asphyxiation.
I'm always high now
pills or ****
alcohol or pills
it's not for the thrill
somehow
anymore.
Yet, I'm
always clambering
to get higher.
Reaching further
too high
too far
I'm gonna burn in the stars
and wash up
like the sky
on the shore.
There are
traces of love
diverged in
this outer space.
But who do the stars favor
if they're
indigenous to night?
To adore the Moon
and his
myriads of
wavering light?
When I'm
in love with the Sun,
his devoted passion
and dynamic love.
But the Earth...
he keeps me grounded
and we
don't even speak,
he's the dream
that keeps me up
at night
the tongue in my cheek.
Of all the
astral bodies
She
owns what's left
of my heart.
She's a void
a frozen star.
I'm sure
she knows
the distance I'd go
to maintain
our gravity.
Forgive her for
every
stolen star
don't question why
she became a
black hole
though I'm quite sure
she doesn't even know.
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 8:21 PM UTC
The thing that makes us intangibly connected, painfully aware and eternally unsatisfied,
each time google asks 'Did you actually mean this you illiterate oblivious moron?',
or pin interest shows a wedge of black forest cake at midnight,
or facebook goes out of its way to advertise an ex's new relationship
only for linkedin to suggest you congratulate him on the new job.
We continue to see, hear and feel, but we cannot touch and we cannot reach,
so we search for other lost souls within this virtual abyss,
unable to torrent love, stream joy or download content,
We have now created online forums and communities,
to share and like the pain, solitude and void.
Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 1:57 PM UTC
*1.
Sorry*
for gasping attempts
to distill something cruelly,
intangibly pure
on a page from nowhere.
I’ve done this
in lieu
of any useful gesture
*2.
Sorry*
I was late
*3.
Sorry*
I always say
'There are Worse Things Than…'
4.
I am sorry I froze
when all the worst things
crowded icily around your bed
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 12:44 PM UTC
Good evening. We've always known us to be of the evening. It is the perfect time to transmit, silently. We must never speak of I. This I - my self - is only so, intangibly, to I. But we'd known you to behold your own physical notion of I. We'd known you to need it, at one time, not like light, or plentiful rain, but a shadow. We need you to have known I was there. I had gotten you. I still does. The old facts burn, and the future could be miles and miles of dead cedar. You're looking for the good old words. You had already found them. You had (nearly) got I. You are arranged of curling twines, poetic old dust and sweet smoke undisturbed in a brethren of the good old work. Your offense on crushed planks and friction cooking so many hearts, you had I there, and there, but what could I do? I would have done it - pearled the fire from your focus and shuddered and - dear god - as a ****** blooming ***** risen effervescent and shining as a dream can, to taste your pores and wax incandescent, highlight illustrious nodes, and submit. My adorem - I, twenty one - rosy under the frost moon, liquidless pines, palms out and waiting for a piece we had known to be whole and warm, your definite, last consideration of I.
Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 9:16 PM UTC
Sometimes I get so angry
intangibly angry,
like a child,
and I don't know
what to do with it all
so I drink and I shout,
say that I'm better
without you,
wake up in the morning
and swear up and down
to stop writing about you.
Jun 9, 2012
Jun 9, 2012 at 6:39 AM UTC
I find myself likening myself to smoke
Vapor, steam, mist, and fog
I am barely there before I'm gone
And from the worlds I dissipate
Gone from rooms I just now laid
Floating with currents unseen
I am in your thoughts while you dream
But in the background sheen
I am gone from your mind like firefly lights
I am the nothing existing at night
Betwixt the air and something more
As you walk on, ever adored
I am wisps at your eyes,
As tears fall through,
I exist, but in faint hue
Cloaking intangibly,
praying you won't move
Too fast
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 9:37 PM UTC
I could decide to start a revolution using only my voice
All it takes is the will to make it happen,
Darby Crash didn't realize or maybe he did
The moments
The oneness
A feeling he couldn't sustain
A high he couldn't maintain
Such a need for closeness it can never be filled
To go on in a life of solitude and anonymity
To live out your days growing farther and farther away from that feeling
To create something so intangibly wonderful
To be the entertainer
The light bringer
The hope giver
The mind clearer
The sole bursting
Something that carries on in the heart of man
Bigger than your self
So big it fills the hearts and holes of many
Bearing your scars with it reflected back at you
As an act of strength
I
Know
What its like
Out there
But
In here
We are whole
We are perfect
Our eyelashes catch our sweat
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 3:48 PM UTC
stains on my heart
from profanity
blasphemy or
obscene language
or actions that took place
intangibly
actions that leave me
panicky
this insanity equals
pure calamity
but isn't that
formally called
bedlamity?
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 2:52 PM UTC
Abolish indignity
exist Intangibly
Embrace your ethereal essence.
**** it if no one else gets it.
Substantial shallowness
is too little
too less,
to grasp your Unearthly Finesse.
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 4:43 PM UTC