"lusterless" poems
Alone the third thing can't be known.
Alone, I am a cold, dark stone
In a universe yawning lusterless,
Spinning void of aim.
Then light shines
In eyes and skies
Of gray and blue
And I am a new daymoon.
Night leads the day
As day ushers night;
Light follows darkness
As darkness the light.
I follow, you pull;
Take my arm, check my stride.
You and I mark time and tide.
We meet.
We pass.
We kiss.
Eclipse.
Heart quivers and the heavens shift.
"Let us go then, you and I,"
Wend our way across the sky.
The unknown beckons
To me and you
Where green meets hues
Of gray and blue.
Infinite line: horizons new.
Misty islands ships drift past,
Clouds cut by spires of stone, steel and glass,
Cities bright in alley pools,
Magic light on windswept moors.
Prairie hills in gentle rain,
Northwood pines sun washed again,
Spring moss upon the forest floor,
A different green on the unopened door.
"Let us go then, you and I,"
Together take the road untried;
Wend our way across the sky:
A little sphere of green and blue
'Round which we dance,
Me and you.
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 10:47 PM UTC
I became a brainless mute
My mouth droops open
Nothing but impassioned silence
For she was a giving disease
My nerves begin to intensify
Limited to a feeble breath
For my throat clenches up
As if her eyes excrete poison
If only one word would pop out
Just “hello”
But a remote smile
Would make me iced
To think the attraction of one girl
Could turn me senseless
A lusterless jelly body
A translucent emotion
To be turned down
Could explode my thumping heart
I just don’t want to be
A puddle of rejection
Jun 15, 2010
Jun 15, 2010 at 8:52 PM UTC
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In the thick wet darkness
Purple flowers are unknown
Last songs of yellow days
As if the anger of Lost spring,
Standing at the end of the afternoon
Embraces the eclipse
Pale gray grass
Dust dough days left alone
Anguish drops around in the silence,
As deep black clouds,
That covers the sky
With the blemish
Drifted clouds drifting more
Builds water flows
Washes away
A white rose
And with the tears
My white love
Intact, Aloof
But the lusterless time
Moving with known unknown cradle
Kapok, Flame-of-the-forest,
Red Flamboyant
Everything Stuck between
Even my Eternal World
Yet who calls from another way
Not at the end of the bend,
At the end of the way
Even Earth Sun Moon,
Where's all the ways mingle
With so many different minds
For another mystic reason
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 2:46 PM UTC
In her incessant memory,
Your times were black;
Always an addition
to the white smile
Grating across her lips.
It hung from your shoulders
like the curtains.
Always a separation
from an ardent breast
Forcing femininity closer.
Your clothes were black
Her blood, cold and purple;
Drying and fading in
the back of your head.
She hides among the folds;
You see only traces of her white-
Seeing her in parts.
The times were always black;
Leveling against your warm lips,
Leveling to the girlish
touch
But always in control.
The curtains just barely move, but
in time with her breath;
steaming over the window.
And only the color remains;
One thousand shades of black
Rotting in your attic, open
only to theives.
She has stolen only what she needs,
And she wears it out;
Modeling a string of your
cloudy pearls-
Lusterless against her
gleaming white skin.
She knows you will see her
And she'll break your black
all over a burning sun.
Nov 28, 2011
Nov 28, 2011 at 7:45 PM UTC
Sunlight, that insipid *****
spills herself all over my desk in an open invitation.
I want nothing more than to run outside, rip off my clothes
and let her ravish me.
My open book,
ever the nagging wife,
looks at me in reproach.
"This was meant to be our day"
"you promised we's spend some time together".
That nagging shrew: I think I hate her.
I want to tell her that she bores me,
that the years have left her lusterless and lined,
full of nothing but dull words
and a dusty smell.
Sep 20, 2012
Sep 20, 2012 at 6:59 PM UTC
Cherry lips ripe for the taking with a pomegranate cracked hue just to the left corner
Spiced vanilla into twisted locks of dry abstinence in which filled a lusterless waterfall
Crystal and star dust weaved into the midnight ink of dead eyes
Slick satin clinging onto deadened skin, to bring out the warm glows that used to hue the soft skin
Red oak coffin barely containing the life force that once lived in vibrant life, only now been dulled
This thing, a person, the one I used too know, now a painted mask of lies and deceit
Quietly glares back at me as I close the lid to the coffin, pulling back upon rocking heels
As if I am the creator of this "disease"; conforming it to her form, breathing in her soul and life, the soul devourer, if you must
Can one so minute as myself truly have become the cause of this abominable misdeed? Yet, should I feel no remorse as tumult plays me like a startled violin?
A thousand dusty eyes watch me in pairs, two by two they came and went
Observing me kneel beside her raised pedestal, with tear glimmering eyes as mine remain an arid desert
The final riddle in which I cannot fathom, the spinning web catching me in its snare
The deer in the headlights, a fish in the proud eagles grasp, gasping for air
Disoriented turbulence on the inside, with naught a blink to show
Where did the time go, as I sit in tolerated silence, plagues me like shadows
Silence is not intolerable, but mostly, magnificently and implacably trying
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 9:46 AM UTC
Who is this? This melancholy, lusterless, sad-eyed girl?
Sitting there, in an anguished silence, only hollowly responsive
Perplexed and dismayed by the qualms this life has rapidly unfurled
A heartbroken, lonely ghost of a woman, stripped of all treasures she wished to give
Who is to blame? Who forced her to board that otherwise lifeless train?
When it reaches its final stop (the end of the line...) fault shall be hung on what sorry name?
As this girl steps out on to the platform, destination-less, cold and soggy in the rain
To whom might she raise her finger, pointing out the wretched being who first began this ****** game?
What if an ugly truth, her answer, is a monster, too hideous to stand and face?
Might she recognize the feet that carried her, each of the steps past, leading to present grounds?
Or perhaps she'll cling to denials, fearing her sins too heavy to be lifted through grace
And regardless, what of hopes, acceptance and loves still hiding? For this girl, could they yet be found?
I watch while she sits, waiting vainly for some resolution; her guiding light to come take her away
Of my presence she seems unaware, and I've seen her eyes fill up behind a quiet blink, then spill
In those moments, I cry as well, and beg of God to take the chains from her soul, let her lovely spirit again play
Left to hold her own reigns of mercy and faith, her hands will create the misery-rope she'll eventually be hanged with and killed...
We are the same, but divided ourselves; split into two fractured pieces of one broken whole
I've held on, held out for her, yet she's all but forgotten me
And I'll never let go, because that tormented, splintered heart inside of her is a piece of me that she stole
So I'll pray, plead, console, call out to her, for without her acknowledgement of herself, we'll never be one again; we will never be free
Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 9:19 AM UTC
empty aching, waking
to cold feet and
grey blinds shadowing
the lusterless world outside.
deserted suburb, thoughts racing
minds fumbling, trying
to get past their persisting knots,
prying.
heavy headed, how can I not be? many conflictions, strange decisions
shadowing the small cracks
in lifes lens- I wander blindly.
silent world, technological hum fills the tense void. it is almost still
but if you listen close,
a quiet, violent noise.
a swarm of a thousand locusts; the moments before they cast themselves upon a city. we are are the waiting, herded to our daily lives- like dull, dusky sheep.
can you hear it? it is coming
change is in the air; do not hide- no, there is no use running.
for it will consume all of us inevitably.
crushed petals,
another budding rose,
smothered-
by our manifested reality.
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 10:24 AM UTC
trust me she assured
in the fading glow as though
trust came tied with thoroughly tested
knots intertwined with love.
hear me she pleaded
as the past abruptly revealed
itself in the present and communications
became pantomimes in the dark.
help me she screamed
to the night stars who shone
glowering at her lusterless attempts
to be elevated and live.
hi, its me I whispered
to her as the sun crept through
the morning curtains and caused
her smile to glow.
Oct 29, 2011
Oct 29, 2011 at 3:40 AM UTC
They say the night is black,
a shadow cloaking the beast that
makes horizons bleed at dusk and
flees her wrath at dawn.
But the night is grey,
life is grey,
a transitory shade,
silver lusterless, passionless like
gleaming blades too long concealed.
Inflections chart themselves across bed sheets,
worksheets, warning labels,
charm their way past sunlight and into
matrimony with patriarchal corners,
vestiges of dark upon dark.
Grey is beautiful.
Sad symphonies tender their resignations,
masterpieces monochromes occupying the dome
of the sky, storm cloud devout
leaving their stations.
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 12:38 AM UTC
So much passion rests in his palms
solo's & chord's an ease
through every last song.
Sometimes I wish to
explain to him the "he"
behind every line of poetry.
Every line, typed out on
script, to give his lusterless
love-life a trip.
Imagine what we could be
if the world had been gracious
enough to unite you & me.
Through timeless days,
space above my head I pray
that soon, we will see that day.
*It breaks my heart, all I see is we will never be. I bleed. I cry. I don't know why but something that rests so deep in your heavy eyes has just-
made me feel, again.*
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 10:09 PM UTC
A dark line snakes along the shoreline
Vanishing into a towering temple
Home to the finest Michelin cuisine
The ravenous crowd awaits, raven-clad, fangs out.
Chef Yukinosuke’s obnoxiously fragranced guests
Survived his expertly orchestrated dinner with death
They devoured his fugu main course, without remorse
******* with a familiar demon, gatekeeper to hell
Muffled screams can be heard behind the rice paper curtain
A clamor of voices arises, one can hardly maintain
The merciless knives wielders, red lips kissing bone
Eternally insatiable of sins they can’t atone
For. Yukinosuke adjusts the nori bond
Of this new victim, his room will be fond
One poised drop of noir caviar in her navel
Her scaled-tail undulates, tale-tell
Signs of her struggles before slaughter.
Queen of the seven oceans served with a side
Of whipped up seaweed cream from the tide
Her breast perspiring under a life-like lotus flower.
Before her, watering mouths stare in disbelief
***** men eye her perfectly tamed skin
A woman sadistically touches her finger to her shin
Yukinosuke’s knife glistens, still free from grief.
Marred mermaid munched at midnight
Lusterless tuffs of salt-streaked hair
Vanished into thin air.
A trampled on silky red ribbon in lieu of a gag
Remains. Her turquoise scales to be made into a bag.
April 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018
Apr 8, 2018 at 6:13 AM UTC
All we love is lost
in lusterless light--
like a lunar colorscale--
when care is forgot.
Take good care,
lest y' lose what y' love.
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 3:21 AM UTC
A ancient man of up to date, in search for his rugous body to expire. Very sapient, in a low spoken tone. Blackening, lusterless, tone of green eyes hazed behind his glass dome to in which seeks a luminous view. Thus being no longer youthful, such man twas engraved as my forefather.
Tis of thy ancestor hair a majestic, ash, of none of thee less than one inch grown out of his marble shaped, sphere, crown. Scars are thee faded memories, thus he shall not keep them in mined nor heart.
Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 7:51 PM UTC
Burnt brown sugar, sweet grass carefully caramelized.
Be blessed with few seconds of solace, the fragrance of better times.
Mother moon, always mentioned within the many stanzas to each other
is at this moment in time
a sliver of an eggshell, hanging perilously against the night sky.
A few months prior, we expressed with equal desire
to share the feelings in between words we
wrote so
faithfully, to one another in areas we grieve & aspire.
A time where,
I wasn't so in love with another.
Please pardon my newly birthed, lusterless attempts
to stay close to you.
You are still so special, so needed to me
Each sentence of your literature, brings my heart up to speed.
And darling, you are aware of my love for the ocean,
do you see how much you mean to me?
I beg of you to understand, comprehend & perhaps accept
that without your presence, acceptance & guidance
I am lost at sea
is this my penance?
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 10:48 PM UTC
An inflating reverie,
An nostalgic memory,
A far reaching boulevard,
lingering to debacle from
my stumbling and unsteady feet.
The days are long,
But the nights could be longer.
The moon hasn't cast a single fortune smile on me,
But it is nothing there but for the grace of the sun, that I take a trip back to the
Memory lane.
I hope you miss me as much as I do
I hope you don't go to bed with quivering hands or a distraction to keep your bed warm, or that the only onomatopoeia that remains in your house are empty bottles of alcohol clashing against each other harder than you clash your wrist over the scattering pieces of mirror that still remains on your bathroom wall.
The one you out-layed with your bare knuckles because you're tired of watching your soul bleeding in prepetuum at night.
I know the colour of crimson still remains throughout the dimness, and that the sun never sees you bleeding.
Your fragileness wilts quicker at night time than it does at daytime, and I know the moon laughs at your woe and misery.
It's been months, but I still feel obstacles stuck between my teeth and a wire wrapped around my tongue.
I feel my oralability whisking up into the lusterless sky, and the moon exchanges a hint of death and accomplishment.
Droplets of warm venom streams smoothly down my cheeks, because I remember how you haven't been crying warm tears on my shoulder in a very long time,
And it is no wonder I shiver myself to sleep every night I close my eyes.
See, we're from two completely different scenario's,
You and I.
You engage your suffery into more pain than you're likely to feel, and I allow myself to remember.
The warm, summer nights filled with love and stars.
The nights where I got hom with the light to the porch still glowing brighter than your flaunty appearance I'd acquaint myself with once I step over the treshold
When watching your yellow sundress fluttering in the open wind wasn't as bad as whirling droplets of blood spattering against my mirror reminding me of how you're bleeding from the
Outside,
And I'm bleeding from the
Inside
When we were happy,
do you remember?
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 10:15 AM UTC
Do you know that what makes you scared
often is a big circle of rainbow?
You are
colorblind
and it runs through your *** chromosomes.
Blame your mother 'til you are
a chunk of solid, useless rock.
Rock it out, baby!
You wore your little sister's
blood red lipstick
and kissed four
corpses
on the cheek. I saw they smiled. Wide.
I saw you cried
for a lusterless, shriveled red rose
they stomped like crazy as the music got louder, louder,
louder.
*Do you know that red roses
never grow like a scar?*
Your father is deaf
but I heard him once
hummed you
a lullaby.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 1:01 PM UTC
A ancient man of up to date, in search for his rugous body to expire. Very sapient, in a low spoken tone. Blackening, lusterless, tone of green eyes hazed behind his glass dome to in which seeks a luminous view. Thus being no longer youthful, such man twas engraved as my forefather.
Tis of thy ancestor hair a majestic, ash, of none of thee less than one inch grown out of his marble shaped, sphere, crown. Scars are thee faded memories, thus he shall not keep them in mined nor heart.
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 5:55 PM UTC
Dishes surround us,
Verdigris embraces lusterless metal
And I look at you with an air of vertigo
I’m on the edge of understanding but there’s
An invisible wall.
Or is it a ceiling?
So this is what it feels like to be restrained
Shackles of my mind rattle against their firm anchor
Society crushes these spikes deeper into my skull
The taste of defeat suffuses my lungs.
I breathe in your disdain and still understand nothing
Of what I’ve done or am doing.
I go forth ignorant and blissless
Straining to overcome the walls in my head
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 12:47 PM UTC
Splattered on the wall
Lay layers of lusterless paint
That crawl under your skin small
bumps with a faint taint
of a soft yellow haul
that drags you down to a feint
filled with reality
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 5:41 PM UTC
After many season of wrongs, comes the righteousness storm
Beginning the end of all in any malicious form
The squall of virtue conquers the lingering souls
Destroying all things devious with its gusty hyperbole
Lest some tyrant hold you by the scruff
Turning your lusterless cheek into toxic crimson
You don’t die of it, for death brings salvation
Stuck in a dreadful loop of living and the dead
Is the best you can get,
They will tell you are human, but ask for your humanity in return
Don’t think about that, just get rid of the **** blood stains,
Leave no clues behind
**** them softly,
Look into their eyes, when they die
And leave before the light spills in those dark alleys.
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 7:12 PM UTC
“Where is the rest for the weary?”,
Cried out the sappy sun.
The burden of lighting up the
world left his own soul lusterless.
His blistered fingers handed down his glow
as he stood frozen up high in
his onerous profession, keeping
a bright smile in a baby blue prison.
In his own shame, the pitiful sun covered himself,
boosting his rays so no man could beam their eyes up
To see his dreary tears.
After work he would blaze back home
Dreading the next day to come while
countless stars flooded outside his home,
Night after night
Begging for his spot and
Dreaming of his celebrity.
While the stars pounded on his door, inside
He emptied endless tears out of the well of his heart
But he could never let go of his pride.
So, season after season he suffered in the spotlight
all to hold on to his futile fame.
Oct 27, 2020
Oct 27, 2020 at 9:17 PM UTC
the monumental night sky
bedazzled with an ocean of twinkling stars
and a moon that illuminates the caliginous.
lusterless i may be but forever will i flicker for the moon.
Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 7:09 AM UTC