"irreplacable" poems
An irreplaceable mirror
One of a kind
An irreplaceable memory
Stored in a photograph
The mirror, shattered
Shards lying on the floor
The photograph, tarnished
Smeared with paint
A room reeking of chemicals
Belonging to an asthmatic.
Being refused the refuge
Of sleeping on the couch.
A gouge in the wall
A long, scratched line
White smears across
A brand new, silver surface.
But we can't sue,
Or complain
Because your son
Runs our Real Estate.
Jul 31, 2019
Jul 31, 2019 at 8:00 AM UTC
Cooking up a blizzard.
Lost and unguided tendrils of space hold me captive,
the trebles of your heart beating
leads me back to my my Home.
That infinite gaze of yours into my dilapidated eyes,
is like a portal to you to look into my soul.
You blanket all my darkness
With your semi-pixie cut.
You’re my tree of knowledge
I bask in it’s shade.
Powdered Sugar coating on cupcakes.
Your silk armour protects your vulnerability,
My sincere apologies to all the arrows that gaped through.
Cover me under your angel wings,
Dab away my streaming reservoirs and replace them
with pollen and sweet nectar.
Your wishbone sacramental daydreams and dreams.
I feel so lost without you.
Bandage my old wounds with your tender hands,
Kiss me with your lush lips
sending jolts of star dust upstream,
within my veins dancing with yours palpitating feet.
My shot of euphoria and bleeding antidote.
My poetry.
You, Kalon.
Let’s raise a toast to your
beauté remarquable éternel, mon soleil
your free spirit,
your beauty of a ghost,
your heart racing with joy,
your heart steaming up with reticent sadness,
build up anger that come crashing down
like a typhoon detaching from the human perspecta.
I miss you.
Your emotional mess and literal mess,
I’m your magic broom.
You, my inspiration.
You, my groove.
You, my you.
You. My everyone and everything.
You’re fun filled supressed omnipresent electric feel.
You, The only Solis in my galaxy.
I love you.
Sharing your grandoise orangy tinge yellow light.
Bottling up a few star
in a bottle of red wine,
For her Luna.
Solis is 21 a (000,000,000) today.
You’re irreplacable.
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 10:14 PM UTC
It is simple, and yet sublime;
Incapturable.
You need not go in,
Take away the man, destabilising the economy
That you so love
Letting them die
You need not assassinate and collaborate,
Scheme and puncture
Spheres of influence that stretch and bubble
In Latin America and Southern Asia,
You need not sign secrets away
Safe and deep
In silos and bunkers
Where Armageddon sleeps.
You need not supply, buy and axchange
Implements of violence and rage,
Picking sides in civil war, tribal conlflict
And bigger,
In lands you do not understand
Lands where the mountains resonate with holiness,
Lands of spiritual awakening awaiting for the young;
Concepts you can’t grasp, that don’t sit well
You need leave them be.
Enough has been done,
Not always with bad intention
But rarely for the greater good
Enough has been said and bought and replaced
Captured, shot at, disgraced,
Caricatured into funny cartoons
Taken over, the masters’ role assumed.
For all the radars and sonar
It seems impossible to listen;
Simple, yet sublime.
Incapturable.
Irreplaceable.
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 12:52 PM UTC
The moon inexorably needs the sun;
just like i perilously need you.
the remarkable, the not so magnificent,
the parts not everyone can see,
illiberally all of you.
Solis dies every night ,
just to let Luna live.
But my dear,
Our love is not like the ones written
in the depths of the fathomless universe.
The harrowing, unblemished and blackened truth
that silences and ***** the moonlight
out of my insignificant galaxy...
you don't love me the same.
I know I'm not extraordinary enough
to belong in the same canvas blue/black skies as you,
and be your moon.
It is not the end. For neither you or me.
I will move on to new cosmic horizons,
in search of a new sun.
A sun that will reflect the darkest parts of the moon,
and love it all the same.
And you, Solis
will find your momentous and exquisitely portentous Luna.
But my friend,
You are ever my collosally beautiful and singular Sun.
You're irreplacable.
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 10:35 PM UTC
sloppy seconds turn into somber slumber
and i'm still spinning in a universe that's unsure
unrest becomes irreversible, irreplacable, irrevokable
slipping through cynical sunrises and statistically normal sunsets
grab hold to the ground, hug gravity tight as everything
tries to fling me from functionality and into so called "freedom"
find focus, find focus, find focus
hocus pocus hums under hymns spoken hesitantly
and i hesistate again and again, i hesitate
finding the magic within the madness is my specialty
sometimes so much so that i subject self to sinking slowly
into the muck that ***** my skin off of my bones
flapping floppy lips leak loosly limp ideals and i look
to my black widow for conviction, confirmation, and consistency
meditative mornings and deep dark evenings become the norm
housing imaginary friends and hoping to inspire intellectual integrity
family finds new meaning in full ****** up webs that spin
us all up and spit us out on the same ground, but we are safe
here in our humble, happy home, we are safe and we are
happy in the simplest sense of the word
Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 12:17 PM UTC
because i lost touch with reality,
ventured in my brain a little.
got rid of all the dust, mentally,
and it was the opposite of brittle.
infact theres a whole other world in there,
just for me to vision.
and to be honestly completely fair,
it was always made of indecision.
coming back to the world is like a resurface
but not exactly to breathe air.
my source of survival stays to my own mind, versus,
daily affairs who need my care.
so there,
you see a flare?
of a feeling irreplacable?
untraceable, not erasable.
creative minds dont survive near me,
as my heart has her own philosophy.
even though i do produce cobwebs from time to time,
i have sights to see, places to go and heights to climb.
still, i was never one to fully mime.
im all mine to find, envision and be,
faceless, frenzied, fallible but... free.
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 11:14 PM UTC
I'll come, and when I come
I'll just smile in a simple way
and I'll see you in a weird way.
I promise you will recognise it...
It's special, just for you..
The problem is...when I leave,
will this smile be there?
No..impossible...
I'll miss you..
Till the next time I will see you.
Then the smile will be priceless,
irreplacable and full of happiness...
Do you agree?
Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 1:25 PM UTC
maybe we don't just want to be special, or an exception
we want to be irreplacable
yet- days and weeks and years go by
and we are replaced.
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 9:57 PM UTC
Don’t say a word
come sit by the cool side of the bed
smoothe the velvet of your dress
and fix you into something you’re not
an illusion that has been bought
a reminiscense of this past
which is nothing
sober promises and wasted regrets
nothing but an idle landscape
to be revered
alone above an empty mantlepiece
irreplacable
unforgettable
unattainable.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 1:14 PM UTC
How quickly the threat of fire delineates,
how fast it distiguishes true value,
This small house, egostitically settled,
shivers at the thought.
I gather photographs and consider
what would burn - more than 'Jamesborough Gold,'
More than books and careful decor.
Strange things, esoteric, would burn:
Evaporated sweat,
purified through restless labour.
Dreams and designs,
the whispers of hope.
Inconsequential memories.
Familiar smells and atmosphere.
Strange things irreplacable would burn.
One storm passes and this nights fear settles,
like dust, among other unassuming memories...
Feb 16, 2013
Feb 16, 2013 at 2:22 AM UTC
You haven't called in five days
You destroyed this place
Did you see the look upon her face?
I feel so ashamed
You've got it all displaced
The sound of your keys opening her only door
She waited for you every moon
But you beat her, you killed her down to the core
I know you're scared, you're lost
Come on, baby
Tell me do you believe in me
Every crack in the floor compares to every crack in her soul
Every broken window is irreplacable
You shut her only door
There was much more than this house
You destroyed much more
Jul 8, 2010
Jul 8, 2010 at 9:43 AM UTC
It was nothing. The void.
And I was, in all senses,
but no more.
Nothing was indeed, but then was it so?
If nothing was, then I was not. Not a void, no;
an ocean, untouchable, tangible, irreplacable.
And I was there, akin to the mass,
should the mass be so;
should the nothing be.
But if not?
If nothing could not be,
then I existed not merely a part;
But a world.
A world suspended; cryogenic existence.
But the nothing couldn't be,
so it must be mine.
If nothing was not,
was it not me?
And the specks of light flurried,
and the winds grew fresh with melody,
And the darkness saw in itself a salvation,
and a universe
began.
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 10:03 AM UTC
Made of spoon,
Plastic.
Fork made of steel,
when life gives you a man who controls how you feel.
Plastic spoon, fake and breakable,
steel fork, strong and irreplacable.
Jan 1, 2013
Jan 1, 2013 at 6:31 PM UTC
Nowadays it hurts just occasionally
not like back then when you decided
to go another way
with another man.
So much time has passed since you went away
and still I consider you irreplacable in my life.
I ask myself how I could survive without you
and I have no answer to this question.
The only thing I know for sure:
I miss you, still after all this time.
Although it's just a ghost knocking at the door
messing with my sanity.
I want to thank you for everything you gave me
and say sorry because I made so many things wrong
but I don't think you really would care about
as you are happy now.
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 3:33 PM UTC
I mope around everyday like a zombie,
tired and frustrated with the world.
Until I started talking to you,
that's when life began to seem more cheery.
Laughing like the stupid ****** I am
at your hilarious and flirtatious messages.
Your awesome attitude never gets old,
and you never fail to make me smile.
Having to always overthink about the fact
that one day you might just disappear,
I will treasure the moments now,
till I'm alone and worthless once again.
Appreciating the fact that I got to know you,
I wish for this friendship to last.
For if I were to lose such an amazing friend,
I would just fall apart and crumble.
My unique and irreplacable pineapple buddy,
all the best for your future endeavours.
Thank you for putting up with me,
and may we create more beautiful memories.
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 9:25 AM UTC
my friend, she saw the body today.
she had to call the cops.
she saw the body
the blood drenched face,
she saw the body
sitting under a tree at the park,
she saw the body
an unidentified suicide,
she saw the body
she was speeding, she remembers every detail.
she saw the body
no one tried to help him.
she saw the body
"i thought he would just get up,"
she saw the body
"i thought it was a movie suicide."
she saw the body
no one even tried to help him,
she saw the body
they poked at him with sticks.
she saw the body
she wishes she could have stopped them,
she saw the body
she wishes she could have stopped him.
she saw the body
an irreplacable human soul.
she saw the body
she saw his body and now that will haunt her for the rest of her life.
Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 1:16 AM UTC
Cross my heart, hope I die,
I will always be there to love you,
Offering kisses, taking your trembling hand,
I know you will be there for me too.
Baby I have been drunkenly thinking,
Think I have you to thank,
For giving irreplacable moments
To store inside my memory bank.
I love late nights we waste,
Spilling hearts in the dark,
All the laughter, the tears,
Have left a cherished mark.
I promise I won't ever take you for granted,
Your actions, as well as words you say,
Cross my heart, hope I die,
By your side I will forever stay.
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 7:25 AM UTC
My lady’s tears
I made them streamed down her cheek
What should I do to repay that?
Maybe I could make her stop crying
But what should I do to make her forget?
A promise is never enough, neither a hug?
Once I thought about leaving
Bringing away hopes of she stop crying
Maybe without me her life will be much easier
But I could not do that
Love asked me to stay with her
Some magical things happened in my life
Her forgiveness is among those things
Her tears are irreplacable
But being with her, I conviced that I can be a better man
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 12:56 PM UTC