"likeliness" poems
Secrets
we all have them
and denying that fact is stupid
no matter how close you are with someone
there’s still
something you haven’t said
and will probably never admit to
and if you have great
but likeliness is whoever knows is sworn to secrecy
and nobody else knows
in fact you’d probably **** to keep it safe
destroy those who shouldn’t know
and bury the ashes
see the thing about secrets
is that it’s the most
precious
part of who we are
it’s the thing that made us who we are
and continually molds us even now
because you see
our secrets are the very monsters
we created
that lurk within us at all times
it’s the rawest form of our very essence
and too much of ourselves
to simply give away
it’s that selfish, greedy part of our souls
that claw at our insides
and whisper
as sweetly and darkly as shadows and honey
driving us insane
and unbearably reckless
never caring what it is that soothes the burn
just that it’s dulled
but the thing is the weight of it comes
crashing back down on you
and forces you to your knees holding you captive
with it’s icy fingertips
and brands itself on you with burning eyes
paving the way for
guilt and fear
becoming the new guiding light
and north star of your moral compass
let me tell you
nothing good comes from this compass
it doesn’t lead you to paradise
nor does it lead you into the silent escape you long for
hell it’s job is to claw
it’s way through your soul
bursting free from the prison of your body
and dance to beat of your
slow destruction
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 12:27 PM UTC
the worst part is the judgement
the looks of disappointment
the sighs that you try to hold in
the shaking of your head when i mention
his name followed by mine and any form of happiness i show on my face
you don't get it
and i understand that
you haven't felt this
you can't imagine it
the honest conflict between my head and heart is asinine
to you
i suppose you feel how the angels felt
watching God forgive the devil
because as merciful as my God is
and with him making me the way that i am
i know
that there is no way the devil messed up Once
and was thrown out of heaven.
i'm sure the devil ****** up
disrespected God's creations
spoke against his power
and the strength of his nation
but i believe God forgave him
and believed that he could turn the other cheek
be wiser
and reget his defiant spirt
because they say we are in his likeliness
so how could He create this forgiving heart in me
and not have that same compassion in Him
and the other angels watched in frustration
i'm sure.
not understanding the relationship between the two
not understanding why God would allow such things
i'm sure the angels felt like you
you who from the outside looking in
only love me and want the best
from your view
and can really only see the tears, and heart break and unbalanced misfortune i go through
you know i deserve better
and you are right
i know i deserve better
and the mistakes have occurred more than once
and i do not know how to explain my heart
or my head
or why i stay
but what hurts more than the pain i allow from him
is the disappointment i see in you
as you
look at me.
Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 5:03 AM UTC
placid lake
on it's water plane,
feels
the presence
of the blue sky-
blue vastness
gently kiss
blue depths;
the stamp of love
unfathomable
creates reflections.
wandering hands of
reflected clouds
incessantly caress
the lake surface
sky beams-
the lake had been
ardently courting it
for eons.
the lake could
hardly contain
it's leaps of joy,
the waves dance:
the sky,
-in evidence of it's
transcendental love,
incomparable-
has come down
and stamped
it's likeliness.
Oct 30, 2011
Oct 30, 2011 at 7:42 PM UTC
Don't say the words
for the sake of,
upholding a glimmer
nevertheless a false hope.
Don't say the words
for the sake of,
holding my hands
while it is raining outside.
Don't say the words, for:
your fond presence,
your deep-meaningful eyes,
your small hands,
your sweet smile,
concluded that the words are no longer needed.
they're nothing compared to
those things
-that can't be comprehended.
Creating the likeliness of
cracking & shattering my heart
as if it was a vase
made of glass.
But
I don't mind,
and yes.
(I need you.)
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 3:19 PM UTC
My rustic heart, desolating my carcass,
Dissolution of Hatred, denying my progress,
Laughter is slaughter, sadness is one ***** of a daughter,
Creation is a lie, the falsehoods of trust falter,
The breach of truth and likeliness,
Turn my insides and cause wretchedness,
I am everything in this world that is wrong
My Rome is burning while I fiddle my song
To my Heart that is an abattoir,
of memories and weak emotion thus far,
I **** you to the bowels of the abyss,
I will be rid of you so I can be rid of this.
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 12:09 AM UTC
today's epiphany
was of my likeliness to become
a jack-of-all-trades
and a master of none
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 11:40 PM UTC
given the ephemeral nature
of each and every momentous,
classics dribble inward and a soul
-search begins. you are my original
source. you are where I come from.
and like the sense of nothingness
behind my eyes, I watch and live via
chance afforded by you. you'lltide
music contains a reminder of the holiest
birth.. and it's not the birth of a fellow
named Christ, but the birth of a Christ
-like and likeliness within each of us.
Every birth is the birth of Christ, and
you have afforded me a chance in the
Kingdom of Heaven.. misty-eyed 'get
groceries' and the fuzzy friend I once
called Furry before I knew fury
before I knew hurrying as an adultish
sorta blob that smears the sidewalks on
a never-ending rant to work now I'm
gonna change the world and it's you
I have to thank.
(I love you, mom)
Dec 25, 2013
Dec 25, 2013 at 2:35 AM UTC
Elegance, is it?
For me to address you dearly
Surely, you felt my heart pouring for you
But 'respond'?
Meh, lazy as you are
Harmony plays together
Illusions form in dark matter
A succubus like you
Tears men heart out apart
Meh, my reply back to you
For what goes around, comes around
Are you not green in envy?
Are you hiding your face?
Foolish
You deserted me
Yet, you want to mend it up
May light guide you
Purify, if you may
Tho, you may be a sting in the ****
You designated arrow truly aimed for my heart
The slyness of yours is truly cunning
For a she-beast who has an appetite for gentlemen
For now, I left it empty
For my cup is always half-full
Unlike the ego of yours
The Orochi of the west
Babbles in the likeliness of mine
Of the way you strut and fret
But fear not as no grudge is hold
For I am a guy that is bold
You are crashing
But you are no wave
A title in the simplest matter
For a woman like you to behave
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 12:04 AM UTC
The likeliness of it being any good is slim.
Yet entirely possible.
The deepest thoughts come out in the dead of night.
Things you are most concerned about.
Your last thoughts of the day.
Late night or early morning poetry may not be very good.
But it is raw.
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 3:51 AM UTC
People going
From place to place
Or in their
Own little world,
Yet they’re still
Calm and content.
The Oviatt Library
Standing tall
and proud.
Inside
It’s very functional
In various ways
But outside,
It’s calm and content.
Different kinds of trees
Swaying gently
With the calm winds
With their foundation
Being strong
and firm
and their likeliness…
calm.
These aspects
Do have a purpose
In some way
No matter
How good or bad
Their life is
They still have
The same feeling
On the outside,
But their
TRUE feelings
Are different
On the inside
They’re acting like
Their life is perfect
And they’re
In control of it
but in reality…
They can’t.
They’re calm…
but their life
is disoriented.
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 4:37 PM UTC