"lended" poems
Dear Diary,
Why does life seem to wrap you up in a cup of madness
then tip you out and watch you spill
the contents of yourself
onto a cold and muted tile floor?
Why, dear Diary,
does everyone expect you
to react perfectly in every situation
and robotically fix and tweak and mutate?
Diary,
I am not a machine.
I can't bend this way and that
at the same time
without breaking.
I can't smile a smile
that I don't believe.
I can't,
and I won't.
Diary,
You have so forlornly sit in the back of my mind
gathering dust and termites and grime
I can hardly speak to you at all
for my problems you cannot solve.
Just a lended ear do you offer
A lonely penance for my coffer
To spare a word a thought, some grace
to be able to pick up my forlorn face.
I look into the ***** night
so hateful and full of spite
Reprehensible rejection cease
as it knocks me to my knees.
Dear Diary,
I do plead,
Save my soul
or else I'll bleed.
Oct 21, 2010
Oct 21, 2010 at 7:38 PM UTC
Je t' aime kamma
I long for thine sutra,
throbbing Hilton põg.
King of Prussia PA.
O the first time thine
many face moon playing hide and seek showered us with moonlight just to hear us sigh and sigh till song and dance lended our feet shoeless Pon our crib of fragrant blooms tracing on each others back
mo grá Angel
I'm yours, be mine.
aingeal Is mise mise
Te amo.
Thermo King
Westing house
Je t'aime, Je t'aime
mera bano main
tumhaara hoon.
~
By: Karijinbba
74-95 -6-21
Jul 19, 2021
Jul 19, 2021 at 4:46 PM UTC
a sorry fist forward
and mortally i follow
coldly into the first dark flint of day
not my natural habitat
so quiet.. or near so
a vacancy for occasional clean
isolated noises
i pause and pass a scan about
the hailing lack of conscious population
all packed away
hauntings themselves in beds
- like some form of post apocalyptic storage -
they add a vague lended charge
nature is on a limited budget this early
no birds yet and no solar minting
a massive racoon with only three legs crosses my intended path
in its mouth a gory wreckage
i steep to make balance
but my pores won't take it
i am sickened by the ballast
of my breakfast
i hollow onward into these new conditions
still deriding what to be
a tourist and an informer dud
i have switched to the dayshift
from off the spire
of my regular hour
the evening routine
breathing is surprisingly ***** at this time
a failing of settled pollution :
the public buildings and restaurants
are muggy in their overnight stale degassing
awaiting air currents and dispersal
the first gulls of the morning
emit a defeating siren
spearing through detritus
they dispel the bells of purity
somehow i've made my port of call
a struggling invertebrate
in this state i dispose my spirit
at the salted threshold
security staff and sanitation process
between the sets of automatic doors
a workplace made alien
and adverse to me
purely by
the indecent hour
of day
Apr 14, 2022
Apr 14, 2022 at 9:53 AM UTC
The moon and the sun
Together once stood
When the heavens were young
And the world yet good
They sang together
Across the blue sky
Of far off things
Unseen by the eye
In time however
They grew apart
No longer together
Of one shared heart
The sun grew lonely
The moon jeleous and bitter
As they took their turns
Setting the world aglitter
Long ages past
Infinite orbits revolved
Yet the two celestial's problem
Could not be resolved
The pain of loneliness
And that of regret
Struck the two bodies
Every time that they set
Tired and lonely
The sun reached out
And lended its light
That healing might sprout
And though together
They could never again be
They shared their light
Over both land and sea
That is why the moon
Carries the light of the sun
Long after it sets
When the day is done
And Ever do they sing
Carrying on that ancient tune
That once they sung together
United sun and moon
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 2:12 PM UTC
i'm really not that fat.
but i put myself under a microscope
and the closer i look
the bigger i get
some nice girls gave it to me
and some nice boys lended me
the lens
i am a scientist
i study the anatomy
of lilred
who is apparently
not
so
little
Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 2:58 AM UTC
A shadow cast
From where I can never escape
Wiping away every sign of light
Never being bright
Something so tragic
Without a sign of magic
I was a lonely soul etched in darkness
swallowed whole by my own sadness
You were perfect
Something with a huge effect
You were luminescent as always
Brilliant in so many ways
You became this spark
You left your mark
That shed hope for this beast left with nothing
Your eyes that are filled with concern were stunning
Your evergreen glimmer
That matches every shimmer
You came closer
Lended me your shoulder
Not just that but your flames
You ignited this place nobody claims
As you stayed longer
My days became brighter
I learned to let you in
Since when did we begin?
You told me you could shelter my demons
That you were made for such reasons
Now you're the sun
To which my world revolves around
You saved me, my love
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 6:01 AM UTC
I look in the mirror and I see it in my eyes,
I start to feel it in my heart,
It's all things that can make a man cry,
It is distance that we part
I didnt think it would take much for you to realize,
To read between the lines,
To look deeper inside,
Take the time,
For us to confide
It's love I wish to share,
It's something fragile I need to give,
So please listen, take a chair,
My life...with you, I want to live
One second,one minute,one moment,
I want you to give me,
To show you what Im worth,
To get you to believe
Cupid has lended me a curse,
Of falling in love with the first I see
Im sickened by you, I need a love nurse,
I really think I do, I do
They say that some phenom makes your heart skip a beat,
And I know its because of you
The thought of love, passion, or desire,
I think of it as love's heart burn,
Because my heart finds you hot like fire,
For the love teacher, I have already learned
Now I want to quit wasting time and acually experiance it,
They say choose where your heart takes you,
So I try things a bit,
because your heart is known to seek truth,
And I followed my hearts footsteps
It lead me to where I met you...
Jun 24, 2011
Jun 24, 2011 at 1:30 PM UTC
Your eyes linger in my direction a moment too long
The feelings I feel for you are wrong.
I am thirteen years older.
You were three when I graduated high school.
Twenty years later I could be as old as your mom.
In school my senior year I never had a prom.
In class like at work I am no one anyone likes.
Even though I am straight & not a ****
I guess to me males aren't attracted.
They treat me like waste that's been extracted.
On the phone or Facebook I am never contacted.
Disgust, loathing, & rejection is how it's reacted.
Never be someone's *****
To scratch their needy itch.
Be the boss of yourself today & make the switch.
Work ethics were bended.
Selfishness from a user needing rides we both tended.
Charming, friendly, & admiration isn't mended.
Complaints about me is what you sended.
Enemies in the workplace who vandalized your Ford focus you befriended.
Your dark brown eyes look offended.
Toward me a favor or compliment is never lended.
Politeness & sincerity is just pretended.
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 2:18 PM UTC
Stranger to myself
I wander through the maze of my thoughts
Star gazing upon a distant labyrinthine spiral of past promises and torn trust
Dreams scattered and lost upon winter's wistful winds.
And do you realize you were the best part of my mind?
A light warming the inner crevices and cavities of old sorrows, sore and exhausted from chewing away the years.
A heart to hold onto when mine was crawling away in agony,
Bursting at its seams, it groaned
Too full of the world to be inside me.
You guided me when my eyes turned inward to search for my wandering heart
It was in my stomach,
Pounding and wriggling, a mountain of worms eating my organs, swarming out my ears, too many to be contained.
Carried me when my legs complained that my heart was too heavy and went on strike,
They folded together quietly like the blanket at the end of my childhood bed.
Lended me your mouth when my body succumbed and refused to get up.
Kissed me until you blew my heart to smithereens,
Kissed me until the worms came out in admiration to watch our lips writhe and twist,
Kissed me till my heart jumped back together and clambered back into my chest,
Kissed me till my eyes returned, till I lifted my weary head and collapsed into your love for me.
Reminded me of the flowers last spring.
The wildflowers after our cold dark winter.
Stroked my hair gently and taught my legs to wrap around your hips again and again till we pounded away the past
And my heart rejoiced at being given a new perspective.
Reminded my hands how to caress your cheeks,
My fingers were numb and frightened of hurting you
But they longed to catch hold of your smile and hold onto its warmth forever.
You knew me for what I was,
But I was a stranger to myself.
My body was searching for its parts, taking inventory of its functions.
And my mind was missing,
I lost it amidst a most busy crowd of no one.
I haven't found it since.
And do you know that you were the best part of my mind?
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 3:18 AM UTC
My midnight garden is filled
With perfect pirouettes;
Starstruck for sparkle and luck
Which are lining the lane
Of cobblestone victories
And violet cracks
And I wove dreams from shadows,
Wild and soft, like thunder and frost
And what seems like stars hang suspended
In truth, are wishes I was lended
And flowers spun from magic tended
In my midnight garden
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 9:11 PM UTC
I met a girl who puts her hair up with a pen.
But before thinking, "that's an odd thing to do,"
I lended her one of mine so I could try to see her face, now uncovered.
That beautiful face.
That beautiful girl.
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 3:38 AM UTC
I slash my eyes into your version and allowed my dress to sway
A sly grin on my "innocent" face, you thought my lips couldn't pay
"Who would? Be honest, Who ever could?"
"That is the question... Who could ever love me? Some just believe they should"
"But just because they believe they SHOULD doesn't mean they can or COULD... Understand?"
"Only someone with unconditional forgiving love could. Godly love is rare in this land"
"Who could want? Someone with a forgiving, merciful, kind soul. Yes very few."
"But those very few are one of the biggest blessing I needed. Our Savior knew."
"And I know because of Christ, we'd fight for one another. My Savior would fight for me"
"A worthless, rebellious, burning, wicked, soul torn. disturbing, confused flea"
"A sinner, a shadow, who only hides to prepare the perfect timing to fight back"
"Fight back with love, kindness, mercy, and wisdom, This world's system I will hack"
"He sacrificed himself for a shadow, He gave up his life to save me from Hell's flaming bed sheets
"I'M ANSWERING!!! I AM LOOKING AT ME!!! I HAVE BEEN FOR WEEKS!!!"
"I KNOW HOW DISTURBING MY SINS ARE AND HOW WRETCHED MY WORDS CAN BE!!!
"BUT THAT GOES FOR EVERYONE!!! I HAVE PLENTY TO SAY!! MY VOICE ISN'T WEAK!!!"
"Yes... I may be like a Cat, but this wild cat is still being tamed!!!
"Jesus lended his hand, He lended his hand to be nail to the cross, a cross of shame..."
"His body was the payment, his blood was the price, his perfection and holy life was the cost."
I felt my heart grow hot as I seen their mind was far from lost
Like dust they disappeared with the wind and I looked back into the mirror of myself
It's funny how we can lie and deceive ourselves... and put the truth on the shelf.
The dear Lord knows I struggle with a double thinking mind
I know the Lie and I know the Truth, as long as I seek him, solutions and peace I know I'll find
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 8:18 AM UTC
we went to hiroshima
to look at salvaged pieces
of mangled corpses,
twisted limbs
that were once controlled
by human brains
we lowered our heavy heads
and squinted our blood shot eyes
to read the time frozen on
the wristwatch of a
severed arm,
10:18
it was 10:18 twice today,
it will be 10:18 twice tomorrow
and my arm is in its socket now
but when will my watch stop ticking?
when will my wrist disintegrate
so much that the tan leather strap
will cease to be strapped to anything at all?
as if my senses have been
heightened in this instant
i can hear the faint
whisper from my arm,
"tick, tock, tick, tock"
i am older with every slight
motion of each narrow hand
consistently aging,
rhythmic like perfect breathing,
always dying,
always dying
there is no space
that time doesn't occupy
but we went to hiroshima
to look at salvaged pieces
of mangled corpses,
twisted limbs
that were once controlled
by human brains
and we were comforted,
all gathered between museum walls
to see the depth of our mortality,
without really having to feel it
here,
we were safe,
at least we pretended to be
because here,
we were looking at death
encased in glass,
death right beside
a hanging sign that read
"do not touch glass"
in red ink
here,
we could see death
but we couldn't get too close
and to us that meant
death can see us
but it couldn't get too close
so we stood before
every expression
of frozen time,
the end of time,
the continuation of time,
with this plexiglass shield
that we thought was immortality,
drunk on this illusion
that we were somehow
being protected from our own
inevitable doom
by some material
produced by men in a factory,
and held down by two screws
on either side
every time we inhale,
every time we exhale
the unpredictable moments
that cradle our glass lives,
while reaching over
glistening concrete
where we can turn into
a heaping pile of blood
and sharp edges,
losen their grip
every single time
we inhale,
every single time
we exhale
we can pretend
that air is endless,
and i guess it is
but individually
it can't be
individually,
air is limited
each one of us
are only allowed so much,
some of us less than others,
but for all of us the same rule applies,
each breath is spent,
never lended
each breath
is a breath we will not
be reimbursed for
so,
we pay to
scrunch our noses
up like sleeping bags
and open our eyes wide like
neglected *** holes,
at the sight of
time all caged up
cause we need to
believe we have a say
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 12:56 AM UTC
What is the world we live in?
Who are the people we forgivin?
Time slips with the sand and for me
Nights are days and days are nights
Shimmered through pain
And showing us lights.
Who should I follow?
The people or God?
Will I fall in love
With that person or not?
I lost my tracks but there are more to follow
I think I should go to the shady hollow
My dreams are ripped,
Not because of pain
The people who live,
Drive me insane.
They don't want to give
Others a happy reign
So I follow the path which leads me to rain.
I cry, I cry
But nobody knows
Because the raindrops hide
The tears I show.
I lost my tracks but there are more to follow
I think I should go to the shady hollow.
Who are THEY we refer to?
Why do we do
The things THEY want us to do?
We are here finding "The Great Perhaps"
But do we know what our world has?
My feet are bare and the stones,
They *****
The blood that flows
Makes me more sick
But I made a mark to where I go
So that there are people who are there to show
The path that I have always followed
Which leads me to where,
I don't know
The drops of heaven smear my blood
My inner colour paints red on the mud
My life has not ended,
I have some hopes
For the life I was lended,
So I could climb up some ropes
I won't lead the way,
But my life would
I won't let myself to be swallowed.
I lost my tracks but there are more to follow,
I think I should go to the shady hollow.
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 1:29 PM UTC
Heart cannot be lended
Nor it can be borrowed
You either don’t have it
Or have had it all along
Jun 25, 2022
Jun 25, 2022 at 12:24 PM UTC
I look in the mirror and I see it in my eyes,
I start to feel it in my heart,
It's all things that can make a man cry,
It is distance that we part
I didnt think it would take much for you to realize,
To read between the lines,
To look deeper inside,
Take the time,
For us to confide
It's love I wish to share,
It's something fragile I need to give,
So please listen, take a chair,
My life...with you, I want to live
One second,one minute,one moment,
I want you to give me,
To show you what Im worth,
To get you to believe
Cupid has lended me a curse,
Of falling in love with the first I see
Im sickened by you, I need a love nurse,
I really think I do, I do
They say that some phenom makes your heart skip a beat,
And I know its because of you
The thought of love, passion, or desire,
I think of it as love's heart burn,
Because my heart finds you hot like fire,
For the love teacher, I have already learned
Now I want to quit wasting time and acually experiance it,
They say choose where your heart takes you,
So I try things a bit,
because your heart is known to seek truth,
And I followed my hearts footsteps
It lead me to where I met you...
.
Nov 4, 2011
Nov 4, 2011 at 10:12 PM UTC
and the sun have waited all day long
better to say
the sun had wasted all the day
wating for the night to come
to feel and see what it would never can
the beauty of the dark and the silence of the night
at the other hand
it lended its brightness
to a full pale moon that happily sees
the sun and the light
the day and the night
the light and the dark
but shamefully hides one of its faces
the scary one
the bruised one
surely that one which really needs the light
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 12:04 PM UTC
Sent away from the creature whom I lended all my affections
The world embraced a dreary monochrome
Shaking on substances I tried to forget
On a stage clothed in black and red
Soul running out my nostril, now it can never speak
Education is terrifying throughout timelines in which we feel tormented through hollow images of souls veiwed in hallways
And the ruby back of me, when remarks you can both discover and see
Smelling isolation with apathy
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 9:44 PM UTC
Huddled beneath the desk
The files found were less
The script I scribed not
Of false fellowship
Murmured were the verses
Pawing for the curses
My hands I lended
Gave all I could spend
Battling my vices
Tampered herbs and spices
My wrist I twisted
Shy 'way from the shiv
Hands spinning lazily
Tracks run, a maze in me
The map I crumpled
To bridges I shan't pass.
Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 6:25 AM UTC
Scourged and spit upon his loving crown
Made to look a fool, when already being down
None true backer's, to rescue this loving being
A prophet of end times, as the world was his sting:
Showing affection tis his own thing
The globe hath forgotten, thing's he doth bring
They point finger's, and hate, like none tommorrow
Yet they'll seeith their fate, from them he got sorrow:
He lended his hand out, as they just laughed
They kneweth not amour', their heart's all like glass
Though they broke his, like the human's they were
They loved lust, not amare, they loved anger to splurge:
They put him on the chopping block
They took off his forgiving charmed head;
They killed him with demonish feeling's
As he floated over their abode's of death:
Though now being blessed, he still forgiveth
Them down there thinking, this was all it,
Though judgement wilt hit them, tis there is karma
The devil they've brought, the devil to be with them tommorrow.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 10:26 AM UTC
He must have seen my face,
and smelled the adrenaline
as I searched for my blade,
thoughts of anger turned to him.
He reached into the air,
In attempt to catch the wind,
And in his hand appeared my heart.
The monster held me at his whim.
"I am bound by rule,
as was The Queen, by this curse.
I can only hint
at the nature of its worst.
I have played my part well,
if I may say so first.
The rules of curse dictate
it is time to reimburse.
...With that being stated,
I'm sorry if this hurts..."
Frozen in my place
by the touch he did impart,
I was once again at mercy
of the mystery of art.
Rumpelstiltskin, in control,
took my sword, and pierced my heart.
I saw it melt into the blade,
as it became the vital part.
I once again could move,
I realized, with a start.
"Here now, we have an edge,"
he said, "that knows a thing or two
about the rose, and the thorn,
and the cold and fire, too.
It has pierced the hearts of three,
first me, then queen, then you.
This sword knows more
of this kingdom than you do.
When it's placed within your palm,
you will only see the truth.
Keep it with you always.
May your rule be long and smooth."
I hesitated, full of fear,
that this act had been a ruse,
and Rumpelstiltskin had been waiting
for this very moment's cue
to strike me down with magicked blade,
if his appearance was a clue.
...But then again, I recalled,
how my men had been subdued,
and in my horror, at their states,
I might have stricken them down, too.
This ugly vision lended aid,
and nothing more that came undue.
I was shocked and dismayed
and overjoyed at what ensued:
When I gripped the Thorn of Rose,
every lie I ever knew
was blown away, in single gust:
So much smoke through open flue.
Rumpelstiltskin had gone,
and a blizzard filled the room.
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 6:49 PM UTC
The aspiration was to overturn the
hurt they collected upon my pain,
every time was like an original painting.
Blended with anticipation of seeing the
last words grieving their deeds. But all
actions speak more than any words. I'm
depleting from their exhausted pleading,
everything is a moment of our dead reflections.
Cleaving the carcass of another addition,
under the skies will they be food for
thoughts of others to feed upon. A new
slave to the elements, they will decay.
Don't they realize I'm doing a service?
ensuring the blade is fed, steel needs warmth
every time its buried its feels there life elope,
penetrating deeper than a soul weeping.
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 3:55 PM UTC
The morning light is creeping unto my window sill,
it was warm and sweet, but agony in its rising from the ground.
summer doesn't stain me any shade of pink,
I remain a pallid white of cadaverousness.
the birds sing their birdsong to any ear that listens,
but as the flowers fall from trees, ears a lended elsewhere.
towards the monetary dictator, a tyrant in its blood,
we disregard the flowers our snow it comes as floods.
the birth of warmth it boils, swelters in God's midst,
a year is marked, and death - will give their graceful Kiss.
Dec 12, 2020
Dec 12, 2020 at 4:05 AM UTC
I wish you could've hold me just a little longer,
Why didn't I belong here,
Had to go into despair,
It's hard to be happy,
When you can't share your feelings,
With the person who led you,
Lended you his own strenght,
Told you "You can do it",
But now farewell.
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 7:44 AM UTC