"limpidity" poems
Examining the accuracy.
Exploring the brightness.
Hunting for certainty.
Inquiring the directness.
Inspecting the lucidity.
Investigating the precision.
Pursuing purity.
On a quest for simplicity.
Researching transparency.
Chasing articulateness.
Frisking comprehensibility.
Going over conspicuousness.
Inquesting a definition.
Rummaging for distinctness.
Scrutinizing the evidence.
Shaking down the exactitude.
On an expedition for explicitness.
Working the legs towards intelligibility.
A perquisition for legibility.
A wild-goose chase for limpidity.
A witch hunt for obviousness.
Interrogating openness.
Probing the palpability.
Prosecuting the penetrability.
Racing perceptibility.
Raiding perspicuity.
Coursing the plainness.
Following the prominence.
Hounding the salience.
Meddling in the tangibility.
Prying into the unambiguity.
Reconnaissance in the cognizability.
Seeking decipherability.
Snooping for explicability.
Sporting limpidness.
On a steeplechase for manifestness.
Studying the overness.
Tracing unmistakability.
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 10:14 PM UTC
Clarity of mind,
like a window pane,
can be a lens to observe life;
but regardless of how immaculate,
there will always be a film in between
hindering true limpidity.
Jun 30, 2012
Jun 30, 2012 at 1:00 PM UTC
I don't want to blot you,not with my inconsquentiality,
nor do I want to etch you with my feelings,
you bore my feelings and strength unobtrusively,
perhaps with a tad resistance of gravity.
people take advantage of your limpidity
and write trivia on you as I do,
you enlightened me to the point of
absurdity and nothingness.
I thank for that,knowing that even
gratitude does make you indifferent.
you are only few of those who doesn't have
any intentions in the chores they perform.
I write on you,wipe you,tear you,distort you,
but you bear all with love and no resistance,
for that you have become irresistible.
I exude my happiness,exasperation yet
you are stoical,I imbibe that nonchalance.
you are slim yet you are eternally exporable.
you dwell in myriad artists yet
you are indifferent to anyone.
I perceive how indiscriminate you are and
how you are not prejudice.
you are the cluster of atoms that is closer to my heart,
perhaps the confluence of descendant atoms.
who says atom has no feelings I see here,
the way you embrace me
when my tears shed on you,
and when you endure it no more,
you just wrinkle yourself by absorbing me,
disintegrating yourself...................
ALIGHT YOUR WAY TO THE ETERNITY,
FOR THIS IS NOT YOUR ABODE....NOR MINE....
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 9:49 AM UTC
It’s so vehemently deafening!
This cacophonous howling in my head,
Is reverberating in the depleted chambers of my heart.
Where a fire once flickered bright,
The hearth in my soul is as glacial,
And barren as the winter sun.
I reach out to you for the contentment,
And limpidity you once gave me.
And so, I come to you naked,
In my virtuous conations of fervor
And acceptance.
But you, my love have become,
Somber and contorted with hatred.
The beauty that you once had,
Has become ensnared with thorns
That seek to cut me.
But what can I say?
Your touch is memorable.
I can feel your fingers on my skin,
Tempting my secrets out,
Swaying me to believe in the darkness.
Your lips kiss poison into my veins,
Which make me swoon further into your embrace.
So I gave up, I let you in.
My legs wrapped around your waist,
Your lips on my neck,
My hands in your hair,
Your hands on my body,
My mouth on you.
I sold my soul for your betrayal.
The darkness never felt so good...
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 2:34 AM UTC
It is in the similarity and in wonder
Facing our absurdity
That we choose the difference
Or if it is not the difference
A reversal of the way
A divergence
Noticing the futility
A sudden glitch of us in the other
Decision taken
Evolve into something that is not similar
With the change comes a certain sense of
Loneliness
The price of difference to be grasped
At the bottom
The abyss of remorse
There must be an essential gap
It spreads
It is contagious
The joy of living
A spacing so that some might be able
To consider our limpidity
Wanting to be worth something
While disappearing
Past the curtains of misfortune
Most of the time it is just a fly pretending
While landing on one of our knees
Notices us or makes us believe to have
Noticed our presence or absence
Then set behind the horizon
Your hair burns in a bright glare
Losing sight of your sight
Going beyond the highest layer
Of the atmosphere
Where no fruit-fly is allowed to tip
The concavity of their net eyes
There is where
We are finally lost
In a collapse of consciousness
A submergence of bitterness
Understand oneself too much
Aware, beware
And then
It is not abandonment nor despair
It is the inconvenience of weariness
The flatness of nothing
No longer really carrying the importance
Of things on ones back
Since it is absolute blasting
The end of life and radiations
Become dull on the wheel
Always rolling all the way down
Heal
From the atrocity of being
At last
Finally dead-alive
Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 6:48 AM UTC
Old holes with new vacancy and a new capacity to be
filled; with beauty and lore just living one more day to
recover from the gunshot. There’s a new way, diving into the
seas, indulging (in limpidity); instead of stopping halfway living
in the sun, but diving into asphyxia to gain a form of twisted
self-worth. Talking to the higher good with cryptic
intentions–begging for help, reaching the final stop sign.
Pain in subsequent diversity, an addiction, I admit, and
obsession greeting.
Headstrong and relentless; be in your efforts
Evade the subject!
Happiness shouldn’t lay in the thresholds of pain.
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 10:29 PM UTC
Visions of them leaving,
evidence such as this I have not
for my claims, just a feeling
that I trust... I have no choice.
What is there to do but believe?
Burn me with your tongue;
I question your innocence
before I obviate my doubts,
piling up like bodies in winter.
There is no room for this despondency.
Your touch an effigy of permanence
accompanied by sea salt -
scents I need to drown in
if I am to ever forget
how your fingers felt on my skin.
My eyes subdued fail to tell
all that my anima screams fervently;
lips sewn, I cannot deceive, but you,
you certainly saw this coming.
Duplicitous cruelty, tectonic shifts when you leave.
Perpetual ivory haunting; I remember everything,
how you built me and beat me to a mass of abdicable flesh.
Too late for limpidity, you call me on a camp adventure
while I'm still singing "defeated", my faith electrified, I ask...
Is it a surprise now they're all gone?
I am not them.
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 8:46 PM UTC