"lifely" poems
One scarlet tear, makes it clear which drops from her cheek to the ground which burns away as acid, toxic, became lifeless in an instant
Emotions of any kind, are to ruin ones mind, ones soul from something more beautiful, clean and without any malicious intent,
Ruining what's best in us, corrupting inner peace with disturbance,
Free from bonds or feelings one would live alike the the moon; Elusive, with a cycle which turns and decides to recycles once again,
But what would be a life, free from the trouble of emotions, heartache
pain and agaony, happiness and glee with experiencess worth more than a soul could ask for, wish to be repeated, forming what is YOU,
Would it be a curse ? A blessing ? Would it be wise to purify onesself,
All these questions remain unanswered, as the world spirals it's transient, lifely joyful axis around our golden shining star, the sun,
Purity comes sinfree, cut from temptations of every meaningful term,
Then it would mean to give up anything, everything in solace, simply to remain free from an act or even a thought of unrighteousness,
Empathy would be lost in a purgatory of pure furies which knows no heart, or mercy for this matter, a life spend alone is an answer to this,
Oh servant, will you burn away like the flower in the heat of summer by achieving this purity you strive for just to call yourself better ?
After all, the joy of emotions is for all to experience
After all the love of light is for all to bear
~ Umi
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 8:46 PM UTC
you invite
the cut,
you know you do
bloodlet come
dust off those bad humors
that have already won
one
incision
on the inside of inner-thigh,
nicely
neatly: remedies indecision for a wee bit
doesn't it?
confirm that silly string
and pipe cleaners
aren't reeeally your insides
lifely! lifely! qualifies your moves
in this
thing
this
****** sadwhirenoughenough
you jus
Buddha the hurt afterward
but emptiness of being always keeps
a few of your you's and me's around
ricocheting off far unkempt corners
like me, the pigeon
and you, the squirrel
...
look, they've already won, my love;
no,
they -always- have already won
so, plz, don't k?
jus don't
don't assemble upright-me as your
night-n-shiny handle
don't fix me la-la opposite his hard gleam
his trite inky blah bodkin Brahmin to my Bodhisattva
i can't, won't do it anymore,
my core torpid
Luke Skywalker warm
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 2:39 PM UTC
She had me pushed up against a wall,
And so many wishes fell a part,
I could not count the thoughts that left me,
Nor could I count or comprehend the way I felt,
I could grasp and guess at it,
As though some moonlit, angelic, breath had wrapt itself
around my neck, in such a lifely grasp,
Nothing that could **** but everything that could do the opposite,
She told me a story, and so many other stories that I can not remember
with lips, such imperfect lips, and such hard hitting silence,
Against this wall, it was another life, another living, a dream
Inside places, worldy, unimaginable places that can only exist
in moments, everything leaves you but a graceful moment.
Memories of perfect moments, stop themselves
against mindful windows and scenery, landscapes, and lovely melodies,
They pin themselves so tragically against against a fate that will be forgotten,
I am grateful, and in a dreary storm of longing
for these moments full of perfection, are stuck with smiles
archived and buried upon themselves,
To reach and grasp, empty handed, convinced and frightened,
I reach out for something, quite the something,
That, can no longer be reached out for.
Oct 20, 2012
Oct 20, 2012 at 5:03 PM UTC
Eyes without e
or she or he
or perhaps a genderless
E
beckons
because without
e
we mingle, chat
and must lifely confess
eYes without e
whispers a desperate
Yes
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 1:21 PM UTC
You can see me now
stripped down from everything lifely
you can see me now
my soul
I trust you now
so you can see me now
so don't
Don't you dare crush it.
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 9:22 PM UTC
Deceleration of my sigh,
In church , A priest with a cassock,
Averred his massive lesson,
"Life , a maze or meander"
Thee in life chapter,
Caged in unexpected labyrinth,
A diversion in everyone's life,
Why? "Verged on obsession"
For beloved love ,
In strength of malice,
Bah ! Stabbing thou parent's heart,
For that lowly bubble relationship.
Thy spellbound to tyrannous friendship,
Swound , with a fissure in your brain,
For that loon, For that false friend,
You keep aside the whole world.
By thou Senator,
All fair in Almighty's home,
Incident always strand your life,
Which open your blind eyes.
Quoth the Priest,
" With o'er taking wings,
Chase your dreams and humanity,
Make your Parent elated "
Live with reminiscents for smile,
"Make a go of it "
"Rise to fame and Fortune"
To touch only the pious dust of Almighty's feet.
My Allah , heal these artless creatures,
Till the doom doomsday,
Keep them out of this cruel lifely labyrinth,
Keep blessing them with your holy benediction.
💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖
Sep 19, 2020
Sep 19, 2020 at 8:27 AM UTC
There's this thing,
A swelling thing.
A feeling, beating. Lifely thing
...And...
There's this
HOLE.
A Gaping, Raging,
Tense and Tender Hole.
There is filling and seeping
And a mighty repetition
of both.
There IS life and loss within a pulse.
There are repairs
and still subtle cracks within the cold stone walls grow.
They LINGER and GROW.
and grow
and grow
But there is no eternal Mason's in this wickedness
INside
Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 11:44 PM UTC
Thoughts as the sun climbs high
Pinkish haze watercolor kiss the sky
Thoughts of i and all my daze
Roaming through my lifely maze
Recall the times of youth and passion
The grass as green as you can imagine
My future a carnival and i a saint
Now days are long, and i know i aint
I review the flash, it was all wrong
Choices made make a sad song
My mirror shows me someone i hate
What was the cause of my fate
Still a young man but wearily tired
The thought of death pulls me inspired
Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 6:14 AM UTC
some nights
I still really want to be dead
all stress leaking away
slowly dissipating
like heat from my feet
to my head
till the cold prevails
saving me from lifely ails
just
dead
just
dead
just
dead
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 1:06 AM UTC