"lethargically" poems
sip...sip...sip...sip...sip
still too hot, I say to myself
sip..sip..sip..sip
finally cool enough
time to drink the warm elixir
in no time, there is nothing left
I rise to reach
pouring till there is nothing, dregs
even this is too hot
wait...wait...
wait...wait...
finally I may drink
till there is nothing, dregs
lazily floating in my cup
as lethargically as a resorts lazy river
again I rise to reach
there's is nothing left, to show now
but my shaky hands
maybe I should have made tea instead...
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 8:26 PM UTC
Fill the hollow crevice of my existence
With light, show me a warmer way
Stop numbness from taking over
I am slipping further0 into dismay.
Down the senseless pit of despair
My direction is out of control
Darkness paralyzes my mind
Strangling thoughts that crawl and roll
Constricting my body until I give up
I kick the air but cannot land a blow
The empty space will never stop resisting
The sound of my own scream has become my foe.
The endless void swallows my voice
Here the tears I cry fall forever
The lies I have told mean nothing now
I knew my will was always meant to sever.
Faced with nothingness all around
This is my life; a big black hole
It's slowly shoving me outwards
Little by little, pain taking over my soul.
Chaos has reality gripped
In a tight but unsure grasp
Confusing the mass of color
And motion contained in its clasp
Bullied by the tidal wave of isolation
Head above water though it is strong
Giving up the ability to move
Surviving by the current floating me along.
My consciousness is traveling lethargically
I no longer feel my torso or limbs
Attempt to wiggle a finger but it won't budge
It takes all my strength to speak and part dry lips.
This is where existence ceases
Where time's beginning meets its end
An unending loop of monotonous emotions displayed
A breif instant in which Eternity life does suspend
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 6:35 PM UTC
Pots, coiled ropes, orange, blue
Laid, at the harbor side, waiting
Waiting, for the tide,
An old fishing net, laid on the concrete,
A weathered sunburnt fisherman,
Sitting quietly repairing holes within holes
Birds perching patiently on the harbor wall,
Waiting
In the distance the sun dips towards the horizon
Casting a light over a returning trawler
The birds lift lethargically from
Harbour perch, beat their wings , wheel
Towards an incoming meal ticket
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 6:12 PM UTC
Being lazy digs a huge grave
For our peace and won't save
A lazy fellow is never brave
He is to fate a submissive slave
Taking action he will shun
Success shows him no affection
God gives him no protection
He belongs to the losing section
A lazy man gets no sweats
Tears become his constant assets
He uses buts and loses guts
He is depressed for lack of outlets
He lies lethargically in his bed
To be passive, thinks his head
Mentally he is almost dead
His is a very negative blood
Great chances he regularly misses
He is deprived of victory's kisses
A working mind, he does not possess
He never gets success as a bonus
His brain is so lazy *** idle
Everything is to him a riddle
He is afraid of every hurdle
His life, fate will finely meddle
Work makes him fear and faint
Gloom only his thoughts paint
Against him accumulates complaint
His mind, laziness will strongly taint
Progress tells him good-bye
He is an unattractive guy
His life-river is ever dry
Only laziness, he can supply
Idleness may be initially jolly
But it is not at all holy
Angels like it not wholly
Unless he starts a venture newly
If laziness is away kicked
Losses can be wisely licked
If laziness is wrongly picked
By fate, lazy man is tricked.
M V VENKATARAMAN
Mar 24, 2010
Mar 24, 2010 at 6:25 AM UTC
Gazing past my somber expression
etched upon the windows reflection.
Silently observing the snow's caress
soft, fragile, cold, much like myself.
Kinship is shared,
as I gaze out from my window,
observing them cascade,
caught in a moment of limbo.
I, just an insignificant snowflake,
weak, insubstantial, easy to break.
Diminished by even the softest touch,
transforming, melting, to lamented sludge.
Many will cast eyes upon my silent fall
but with a millions others, I am too small.
Tranquilizing, a melancholy presence,
lethargically dropping in evanescence.
Some may glance and discover elegance
but rarely can they withstand my elements.
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 1:34 AM UTC
silk blouses and cotton underwear
the nights merge into a sticky soup that falls into the pocket of a sweater i was wearing when they said that death is permanent
the voice echoing into the receiver of my first cell phone
the wavering tremble of someone in the middle of realms
sleep and consciousness turning the other side of the pillow
wondering if the smoke in my lungs felt comfortable
wonder if the moon sinks lower into your backyard
i was never good at distinguishing shadows and when i found myself on the dark side of the mattress;
my feet cold and feeble i wondered if you could hear my heart a thousand miles away
the fluttering of a drowsy bird, lethargically dragging it's clumsy wings into the plummeting stifle of open air
you said my lips were like the halves of a plum
i bit them until they bled but it was never as sweet
it was never as sweet
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 12:35 AM UTC
It Was A Warm Spring Day,
In Our Downtown Home,
White Paint Was Lethargically Pealing,
Off The Siding Which Lay Beneath Curling Vines,
I Still Remember Your Smile Daddy,
Your Coal Colored Hair Lingering In The Breeze,
As You Asked Me, "Do You Wanna See?"
I Nodded Not Quite Sure What I Was Going To See,
You Gently Lifted Me Up,
Put Me On Your Shoulders Like You Always Did,
And Let Me Peer Inside A Forest Of Vines,
And What I Saw Both Frighted And Enchanted Me,
Something Completely New,
A Little House Wren Who Cradled Her Eggs,
And Looked At Me,
Her Heart Beating Quickly,
"She's Protecting Her Babies," You Whispered,
"Just Like I'll Always Protect You"
"Hi," I Said And Held Out My Hand,
The Little Wren Flew Away And I Sobbed,
"Why Was It Scared Of Me Daddy?"
"It Was Only Letting You See It's Eggs"
Dec 22, 2012
Dec 22, 2012 at 11:43 PM UTC
Birthdays are for nostalgia
and Kings of the desert
Like Moshe, Jesus, and Xander the Great
who came and saw and tried too hard
to mend some ever important scar
that much too late had been
left too long
to settle in the pyramid of our sleeping parts
Birthdays are for reading Hart Crane
and in his fashion, an attempt to become
indiscriminate as the wind that turns the weather vane
atop the roof where snow may fall
in an imagined winter,
lethargically covering all
in it's bitter farewell to Fall
as its grave-site is buried
by the Winter who loved it most enthralled
Birthdays are for thinking about you
The voice that remains
inside and always before the lights go out
and it's the end of my day
It's there, indiscriminate and howling
just like the wind that turns the weather vane
or the imagined winter
that only falls on my nearest window pane
in the pyramids that sleep beneath my very veins
Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 3:52 PM UTC
it was a dry mojave afternoon,
with crows cursing shrilly
the streetlamps bearing broken bulbs
and the striped cat sleeping in the sun.
the wind drew frantic breaths,
exhaling dead leaves over the hill
and sending the blackbirds
spiraling into the sky.
a lizard stirred, somniferous almond eyes
gazing lethargically over his rock
and at the old man on the porch
leaning back- impossibly uncomfortable in his rickety wooden chair.
his name was Jackson.
gnarled gray hair mixed with gnarled gray beard
appropriately framing a pinched, ornery visage
and tattered clothes adorned his whisper of a body.
it was his sixty-fourth year here in the desert-
on the fifty-second he'd lost his wife
on the fifty-eighth he'd gained a kitten
named him Waldrop and let him **** the mice and lizards.
'sixty four years is a long time,'
a thought murmured in the back of his head
eyelids peeling back to give a cursory glance to Waldrop
who was stalking the reptile watching him.
he remembered his twentieth birthday
when Edna had first said she loved him
and he remembered that glorious July morning
where she said she was his forever.
he remembered the pain of labor
down in the factory,
and the camaderie with his fellows
chewing tobacco and cursing the bosses.
he remembered the time spent weeping,
but remembered more the time spent laughing
in places miles and miles away
that now seemed imaginary.
exhaustion echoed through tired bones
and he wondered who would feed the cat,
drooping eyes closing one last time
to await the warmth of sunset.
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 5:15 PM UTC
The black night’s ebbing tide
erased the only remaining hints,
the cresting long ocean swells
did not cleanse without a trace.
Adrift and lethargically bobbing
seaweed entangled teakwood box
of water-logged photographs, drowning,
surrendered from the heart of the sea
Like molted wild feathers cast ashore with the tide
to the coarse specks of rasping sands,
Darwin's dream in an emptied sea-bubble popped,
dissipated into its own haplessness,
bestrewn about an untrodden seashore
Washed out snapshots of life’s disregarded minutia
enchained to an ordinary forgotten Kodachrome moment
left out to the consequences of the ever fickle tides,
abandoned happenstance spilled by chance
upon another undiscovered world
The warped and bloated wooden box encasement,
hoary with swollen furrowed woodgrain s,
wearied by an enduring measureless moment adrift;
as if an ill-fated message in a misbegotten leaky bottle,
corked with marooned good intentions,
and images of disappearing dreams
flung out shipwrecked in barnacled azure glass
beneath a sky so far away
someone you used to know
Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 9:37 PM UTC
Snow Glitters In The Early Morning Light,
The Frosty Tears Of Angels,
Change The Land--And With It--The Creatures,
Stargazers Stare Blankly At The Sky For Answers,
The Cloaks Of Shadows Dip Into The Trees,
Holiday Trees Loom In Windows,
Promising Happiness,
But Screaming Voices Pierce Transparent Glass,
Frightening The Creatures In The Forest,
Snowflakes Lethargically Fall,
They Stare At Themselves Floating To Earth,
In Golden Irised Eyes,
Enchantment Holds A Heart In Soft Palms,
A Soul Kissed By Smooth And Pure Lips,
A Vacant Feeling Being Filled,
A World In A Sub-Conscious Mind,
More Rewarding Then Conscious Activity,
A World Of Dreams,
A World Of Good,
A World Of Truth,
Don't Make Me Leave,
This World Of Enchantment
Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 8:29 AM UTC
No more time for pain.
Tear stains.
Or sobs.
Shrieks at the top of your lungs!
Frustrated fidgeting,
Or furious dialect.
The true depths of sorrow,
unreached yet,
Shall remain unexplored.
The heights of fury and rage,
Shall be another days venture.
(Or hopefully never).
Visions of disliked visages,
Traitorous touches torturing the thoughts,
Lustily leaving lover and friend
Twitching,
Writhing,
Boiling,
Melting,
Rotting,
And congealing into a puddle of humanity
at the knowledge of their philandering.
Numbness sinks through the dermis,
Hiding hints of heartbeats,
Silencing skins sweet sensations.
Breathing,
But barely.
No time for sensation,
Emotion,
Expression,
Interest,
Thought,
Muttering,
Mentioning,
Murmuring,
Meditating.
Reform some semblance of humanity.
No time for languishing,
Luridly,
Lethargically,
Liquefying.
Only enough time for a little poetry.
And then,
Hopefully,
Life.
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 3:22 PM UTC
I woke up this morning in an orange dystopian world. An eerie darkness filled the room as a faint rusty glow bled through the blinds. Profound silence swept the streets and with it all forms of life vanished. My breath and the beat of my heart were the only things that reassured my existence. A viscosity that of molasses filled the air weighing down gravity itself, or at least it felt like it, as my body lethargically swam back towards the dark depths of the room. The curiosity within me sought external perspective so I dialed into the digital realm. What followed was disheartening to say the least. People from all over questioning if this was the end so nonchalantly, exposing the desolation that’s taken their lives hostage. I ask myself, how is it that we are so quick to **** ourselves? How is it that we’ve grown incredibly numb in a state of great psychological stress? I ask as the answer stares me in the face. Optical dopamine beaming into my cornea penetrating parts of me I thought only I had access too. Altered genetic code, altered state of mind, altered fabric of space and time, altered reality.
Still, I cling on to the utopian beliefs that veil my unwavering optimistic heart... and I pray.
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 3:51 PM UTC
On wet sand
my own hand lethargically drags index nail into unplanned pierced hearts
The deep blue babble froths
disparaging echoes spume in unison
moon lumen
proffers effulgent glints of my own frame
Imprecise recollections
Intone lackadaisical exhalations
Plunging my fist into the dune
I seek shells to listen to mottled heart
None found
I drop my curls onto the punctured heart
Listening to the ocean’s instead
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 8:49 PM UTC
I briefly stood outside her shelter until I heard her gentle voice speak to me, inviting me to come inside.
For me it was a simple yet cautious request, seeing as how we had never met.
I put forth my trust in her and slowly parted the silken drapes as I entered.
“What is it you seek?” she asked.
“I was told to appear here.”
“Who sent you?”
Hesitantly I replied,
“I did.”
Her lips formed into a cunning smirk, indicating her willingness to offer me a temporary sanctuary.
I told her that I was on a vision quest.
She smiled and replied, “Well then, let this be the first of countless enlightened moments for your mind, body, and spirit. Let me guide you into a fleeting realm of pure bliss. Do not be scared, my dear. Close your eyes, and grant yourself total freedom.”
I scaled the highest, steepest peaks only to lean over and fall into the bluest of seas, tasting the salt my body unknowingly craved for.
I further descended into the sweltering valleys, ceaselessly chasing the echoing screams of Aphrodite.
I swiftly shot white, porcelain arrows into the rhythmic, beating sun, causing it to explode and pull me forward into the world I had momentarily withdrew from.
I lethargically parted the silken drapes and ventured off.
I would soon return.
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 6:23 PM UTC
It's Rainy Again. The Four Day Storm Is Lethargically Pulling It's Rain Filled Belly Across The Sky. The Air Smells Of Crispness And Decaying Leaves; Dampened By The Warm Droplets Of Water Which Collected Upon Them. The Clouds Cast A Gray Shadow Among The Mist Filled Air, Making Even A Smile Seem Somewhat Gray And Tasteless. The Dawn Is Quiet, The Retreat Of Songbirds Evident, The Scent Of Fall Prominent; Clinging To My Clothing. My Eyes Linger, Tracing The Rigid Edges Of The Storm Above. The Masculine Brim Of The Thunderheads Reminded Me Of The Storm Inside Your Eyes, One I Have Witnessed Many Times. One I Have Danced In, Took In, Loved You In. Though Now, Only A Drought Lurks In The Borrows Of My Soul, For You And Your Storm Have Deserted Me, Leaving Nothing But A Calm And Tangible Gray.
Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 6:01 PM UTC
*Scars Masking My Flesh,
Fate's Talons Are Sharp And Ruthless,
They Aren't Afraid To Make You Bleed*
My Heart Deflated,
Dreams Sedated,
I Thought I Made It,
But It Was Just Hallucinated,
Thought I Made It Past The Guns,
But When I Came Up To You, You Held One,
I Started To Run,
But You Shot Me Down,
You Cut My Lips Making A Permanent Frown,
Now There Is A Surreal Pounding In My Crown,
As You Try To Make Me Accept Your Apology,
You Yelled And Abused,
You Left A Me With Some Bruses,
And A Permanent **** On My Heart,
You Hungry Ghost,
In Ways You Were Crueler Than Most,
You've Added To My Collection If Battle Scars
*Hope Slashed My Wrists,
And Sliced My Shoulders,
I Sit Here And Wonder,
When Will This War Ever End*
I'm Terrified,
But I'm Not Leaving,
I'll Fight In This Warful World,
Until I'm No Longer Breathing,
While My Heart Is Lethargically Beating,
I Will Clean The Wound Where I'm Bleeding,
So Don't You Dare,
Try To Defeat Me.....
Nov 5, 2012
Nov 5, 2012 at 8:24 AM UTC
Oh what a life
Such beauty
why look at the sea of green grasses and leaves
each without haste to grow and become
just awaiting for your wandering eyes
they dance in the wind
trying to grasp your attention
the sun shines down to warm you
and embraces like an old friend
the wind comes to cool you
in a peaceful lull it whispers
the sky a striking blue
faint traces of pure white clouds
lethargically passing over head
oh but what you don't understand
is the gift at hand!
please look around
be grateful for that sun
and the wind and all these clouds
and all these green newly sprouted plants
because simply
its all for you
a little gift of peace
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 6:11 PM UTC
I'll be the slumpy man
caught on the clotheslines in the wind
strung out on powerlines
graced by the company of crows
and the circling buzzards
all hungry for my eyeballs
I'll be the slumpy man
hung over the sofa
draped across recliners
trying to dry out
before my braincells die out
trying to stay awake and sober
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 1:50 PM UTC
Lying in my bunk,
the chattering teeth
sound like hail stones
bouncing off a tin roof.
But it's not hailing here.
No, not here in Hell.
Here in Hell it's putting down
a hefty December snow.
*Since when does it snow
in Hell?*
It's summer in Hell.
*That must be when it snows
in Hell.*
Outside,
warm tangerine glow
and circling spotlights,
like blood-driven sharks,
illuminate the dead sky.
Two chimneys tower
over the grounds like
erupting brick volcanoes.
I open the window
to capture a snowflake.
One wobbles lethargically
into my palm and crumbles
into white ash...
*Arbeit Macht Frei...
Free as a snowflake
in the summer breeze*.
Mar 6, 2013
Mar 6, 2013 at 1:45 AM UTC
I only half do things,
Like washing a ***
With smears left at the sides.
So long as it doesn’t make me sick
Or take up space
In the kitchen or my mind,
Its good enough. Its clean enough.
I only write things
With a fraction of my heart
Sprinkled on a whole lot of obligation
Exasperated, reluctant movements
That scrape lethargically into words.
I love feeling the apathy fade
Into an apathy that’s deeper still
When I don’t care that I don’t care
And I can simply sit
And wonder, if one day I will.
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 6:42 PM UTC
Spindly supports elevate
Its be speckled body while thread
Outpours from the spiders portly
Frame. Swarms of prey
Bolt as the spider moves
Lethargically, still full from
Its earlier meal.
Thread ensnares the
Frangible flies in their
Cowering conglomeration.
One by one they are
Picked like daisies
On a school field,
Leaving the spider to sit
Back, content with his
Play for the day.
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 12:53 PM UTC
I burnt up on reentry
Circle diamonds, raining from my hands
Candied memories kept up with me lethargically
Sunburnt from too many feelings
I seem to see into the past
Must be these radio teleplays I hear when I fly
Foggy and fast
Falling is a more accurate term
Piano and guitar with which I rehearse
Leaning off the coast with a bottle of Crown Apple
Just peeking into states and times
With my ever solid monologues
And fondness for your hair
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 3:59 PM UTC
𝐌ercury, don't worry if rage may succumb your mind; like you could go in flames and may put yourself through excessive fire. Just remember that to move away from the inferno is always worth taking a risk.
𝐕enus, you don't have to be like them. You are glowing on your own. Dance with your own orbit and sing until the dawn.
𝐄arth, my love. You are a diamond. Bright, undestructible and expensive. Bringing fresh showers for the thirsty flowers.
𝐌ars, don't let yourself locked in with the eerie darkness that filled the room as the tarnished glow shed from the sun. Penetrate yourself with dopamine for your body doesn't lethargically swam back towards the dark abyss.
𝐉upiter, what is love if it's conditional? She gave you her heart thus, only sky can contain it. Hold her until the moon aches for you.
𝐒aturn, rings for sale! They're floating outside her atmosphere. Fancy rings and elegant attire! For she doesn't want everyone to judge her that she looks unprivilaged. Why is she like this? Afraid of the judgment and gossip that'll fly. Rings for sale! Rings are here!
𝐔ranus, when you lie next to him at night, do you feel the warmth? Is his smile have his own heaven or you speak through tears?
𝐍eptune, love will be here with it's swirling tides, long after we became unseen. Amour, drink my soul. Fill my body with sunrise that's mixed with green and blue. Clean thyself from the guilt of this unfair streams.
Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 7:43 PM UTC
Sunlight leaks low in the West.
A line of brilliant gold clings to the horizon
And crowns the ancient peaks in forgotten glory.
Day is defeated. Lethargically,
It slips from the sky like melting butter,
Like a bell-bottomed tear.
Declaring dusk, Indigo fills the air.
Each sense becomes wrapped in a blue hush,
Broken only by the winds soulful cries.
Colours deepen. Infinity
Is exposed as night sprinkles her constellations
Like celestial dust.
The touch of cold stone pulls me home.
Somewhere, a wild cat calls to the moon
And the chimney offers smoke to the sky.
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 4:44 PM UTC