"microseconds" poems
I know I'd rewind back to then.
Just for one more smile.
Just to hold you for a while.
Because they were microseconds.
And how I see you now.
Is that I don't.
So I'll rewind back to then.
And tell you a day sooner,
How much you mean to me.
Because you left before you got to see.
All of me.
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 11:46 AM UTC
Why does rain smell?
How come leaves make that
Crunching sound when walked
Upon in autumn? That
Great October Sound.
We love seconds and minutes.
Hours and days are for the
Weak,
Weeks and years for the
Hopeless romantics.
Nothing hopeless
About our romance.
We just shut up and take it in.
Love? Photo album in words?
Yes.
We know it.
It's like laughing when her
Dog Shelby
Kisses me, and I kiss her back,
Wet snout and all,
And she carries that kiss to her
Owner;
So beautiful by the mirror,
Asking me:
*Should I wear the black or the
Purple dress?* and I lean back
And enjoy her trying them
On.
We are the Moment People.
We snapshot microseconds
And capture them
Like this.
This is why we're poets.
We help them remember.
We write for the ones we love.
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 3:33 PM UTC
Let’s take a look into those eyes,
Let’s see what they’ve been seeing
Find the refuge they try to find
Scenes they like to indulge in
Second vision fantasies,
Images twisted and torn off from nowhere
Pixels and microseconds of memories from everywhere
Restless, eager and aching.
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 8:37 PM UTC
A woman draped in a black hooded dress
Softly and slowly the coffin she caress
She is here for the death
She is quiet bereft
The tears slide down her flawless face
Cheeks a pink rose tint, lips blood red hue, there's no disgrace
Her hair is raven colored, she is nothing, if not grace
Her healing hands over her face she places
Her gut wrenching anguished moans can be heard for miles
She falls to her knees in the aisles
Behind her closed eyes she sees every moment of this life
The microseconds of happiness the years of anguish and strife
She cries and wails for a life lived this way
She moans and sways
For in that coffin is where her life lays
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 7:01 PM UTC
There they are again, depraved and craving
Sweet water down their little tubes its like
The tentative guise is paid and waving,
Rearing its blackened
filthy
*******
face
Spitting down my spine
All it can be is
The Certain Death, where there is no glory
and there is no day
Here its
Just the microseconds
To catch your breath.
To **** those ***** children that play
Fill their skulls with air and there lungs
With mud, they’ll become gasoline
And we’ll capitalize on their blood
Cement their eyes encrusted with sludge
Birthed in the bacteria, the animal’s flesh,
And all that there never was;
A time, a reason, or an infinite Sun,
All eyes on this fleeting speck of dust
Feel it in your bones
And only come
if you must.
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 9:21 PM UTC
Typed words flow
Across the screen.
Cursor blinks
seen, unseen.
Electrons racing
through the wires,
Transporting meaning
as word inspires.
Sensors picking up
the textings.
Users taking in
the sextings.
Social networks
come and go.
Human beings
move so slow.
Time's reduced
to microseconds.
Attention spans
too slow I reckon.
Oct 1, 2011
Oct 1, 2011 at 12:02 PM UTC
A woman draped in a black hooded dress
Softly and slowly the coffin she caress
She is here for the death
She is quiet bereft
The tears slide down her flawless face
Cheeks a pink rose tint, lips blood red hue, there's no disgrace
Her hair is raven colored, she is nothing, if not grace
Her healing hands over her face she places
Her gut wrenching anguished moans can be heard for miles
She falls to her knees in the aisles
Behind her closed eyes she sees every moment of this life
The microseconds of happiness the years of anguish and strife
She cries and wails for a life lived this way
She moans and sways
For in that coffin is where her life lays
Apr 2, 2016
Apr 2, 2016 at 11:07 AM UTC
i am the mirror
i show you
that all
that you cling to
so adamantly
so possessively
so blindly
so seriously,
i also keep within
things you abandoned
things you forgot
things you overlooked
you cannot even touch
nor you can own
i can recast and rebuild
in microseconds
all that you create
in years and years
because i can let it go
when needed
when something else
is my fate
i follow my destiny
and become
what i am asked
to be
so many worlds
i have seen
and nothing
stays, believe me
you laugh i am a mere reflection
and i smile that your reality is so fickle
see beyond
what i show
i have seen
the future, too
i am the mirror
Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 1:11 AM UTC
Microseconds skid by
As drops of pins
Eyes roll back inside
Deep within the skin
Life turns tide
And plays back again
High time to die
And travel with the wind
May 13, 2010
May 13, 2010 at 8:09 PM UTC
HELP! HELP!! HELP!!!
Am lost in the cosmos,
Surrounded by darkness in a terrain I can't explain.
'lead me through the night' I could only yell.
The more i yelled the fainter my reverberations struck my ear.
Should i turn to the left or to the right?
My weary heart spoke in protest.
The thought of my predicament made me feel dizzy.
Twas a long night filled with despair.
I could only feel the stings of some silly insects and hear the sounds of some happy crickets.
All around me I could Perceive uncertainty.
I waited for hundreds of hours for day to come,
But time proved to me that I was in a zone of perpetual darkness.
I looked to the skies all my eyes could find was a thick dark cloud.
Days rolled into weeks.
Though i lost track of time,each second seemed like a million years.
At this point i had lost strength to speak and my vigour was at its brink.
Turning to my left i could see a shadow of a stone.
I gazed at the atmosphere in admiration,
As i saw darkness being overtaken by light.
In a matter of some microseconds a star appeared and dominated the galaxy.
Hurray! It was a northern star.
Its brightness was unique in that its radiance produced a fragrance of calmness and serenity.
As soon as i could find my pouch,I began to move in the direction of the Star.
It led me through the grass lands and savannah there I settled and ate some cashews
Gradually we entered into a rain forest.I stopped by a river flowing eastward from the savannah to drink some water.
Step by step I kept trailing the star till I got to my abode.
The northern star stood at my roof and shone forever.
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 9:13 PM UTC
I'm surrounded by darkness,
though I am not
afraid, scared.
What is darkness, but an overwhelming
entity, or Deep pit?
Have you ever fallen into darkness?
Just fell back, you and your chair:
You tipped just a little too far,
and time s l o w e d
to microseconds
.0000001-?
r ail
... A ms fl ing...
(a look of a frightful grimace on your face)
Almost an embarrassed feeling
of a certainty of what is about to come.
Unfortunately, you have predicted wrongly,
for you just keep falling, slipping into unknowns.
It is dark down there,
but you've seen darker.
The shock of the experience creates a false shimmer
of light, only created by your mind.
--Powerful tool, horrible weapon--
The feeling of falling
...A rough relationship with gravity...
What did we deserve to always be pushed down?
s
e
s
i
r
Your heart your soul wants to join.
D
O
W
N
A fun journey,
a fateful amusement park ride...
...
. . .
. . .
NO
. . .
. . .
Serious.
Where is the bottom?
IS there
a
bottom?
Will rustic sPeaRs of IroN
anxiously await your company?
... Hundreds of hungry,
slimed slithering creatures...
Maybe a chilled, satisfying pool
of mysterious liquid...
Scalding lava, coals, fire...
Precious stones, minerals, dull and jagged rocks...
Flat concrete, can that be possible?
Have others fallen in this spot,
not a hole, but a space
in time?
Creatures, life, does it thrive
there,
here?
Or just the suspected death?
Blunt wonders of the locations of
hell
and
heaven , perhaps they've got them switched around?
You think, but are simultaneously amazed
by your concentration...
Mind racing, or rather, f
a
l
l
i
n
g
Your mind is creating
an imaginative world
while that world is shocking, stimulating, and probing
your mind.
You've arrived!
welcome to the darkness
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 12:46 PM UTC
A woman draped in a black hooded dress
Softly and slowly the coffin she caress
She is here for the death
She is quiet bereft
The tears slide down her flawless face
Cheeks a pink rose tint, lips blood red hue, there's no disgrace
Her hair is raven colored, she is nothing, if not grace
Her healing hands over her face she places
Her gut wrenching anguished moans can be heard for miles
She falls to her knees in the aisles
Behind her closed eyes she sees every moment of this life
The microseconds of happiness the years of anguish and strife
She cries and wails for a life lived this way
She moans and sways
For in that coffin is where her life lays
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 10:47 AM UTC
His how long and your how long have you got depends not on how long you've been or on how many places you've seen, but on the microseconds you've counted in the midst of a dream and have they counted at all?
If that is truly the case then dreams must be the place where life is measured
I add up the subtractions which make the distractions of each day more bearable,
it's still one big carnival with plenty of clowns but no wild animals because now they're protected as we all should be.
And in saying 'no wild animals' I have excluded the audience who pretend to be civilised until the lights go down.
When on the Northern line travelling light and the weather is fine
one has a gay old time
( don't even go there)
It's Saturday and I'm away to meet family
a subdivision of ancestry but still humanity.
Nearly at Euston so better I put my skates on to rise on the escalator, a quick coffee to celebrate their arrival.
This poetry comes to you from me via several stations on the London tube network
I'd like to thank the interchange at the 'Bank'
and also the man who spilled coffee on my shoes.
Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 4:00 AM UTC