"motionlessly" poems
Your flame glows
And flame throws
Insane vibes
Than makes my viens flow
My body over heats
To temperatures Celsius unknown
our bodies taking measures
Heighten pleasures
Too bad to be a miracle
Too good to be forgotten
Memories clone
Yet, it's heaven sent
by principle
Our bodies quake with sensations
Unbelievable
Reaching heights without ******
unachievable
Take loving making to the next decimal
Feeding our appetites until we are plenty full
And our eruptions stop exploding
And we lay there motionlessly stile
Calm as a lonely
lake as satisfied as ice is chill
Cooling each other down
like the wind does the sun
Looking at each other like our work
here is done
Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 11:40 PM UTC
(sorry, but not sorry)
There once was a potato plant,
(Because potatoes grow on plants...)
This plant harvested baby potatoes.
This was no ordinary potato plant, however,
It was SPECIAL!
Anywho, the plant grew several baby potatoes,
Who were harvested and shipped on a crate to a grocery store
in a cold, dark shipping truck.
The potatoes, they weren't scared! Yah know why? Simple.
Because Potatoes don't have FEELINGS!
....but if they did....they'd be scared. Take my word for it.
The potatoes arrived at the store and were bagged, ready for purchase. They sat together in a pile for hours,
thinking about (but not thinking about) what would happen in the future, why they were in this bag, UNTIL, UNTIL a homeless man (he looked homeless) reached into the bag, pulled out a single spud, and RAN! Out the store, down the street,
HE WAS OUTTA THERE! BYE-BYE SUCKERS!
Well, on his way to.... wherever he was going, he fell and dropped it. That's what stealing does to yah.
It rolled into an abandoned alley, far away from the man's sight. He couldn't stop and look for it, because he was being chased, so he ran away sourly, the potato being left cold and alone, without it's family to be piled up motionlessly beside it.
This potato was different. Unlike it's family, it could feel,
it could think and understand, even without knowing language at all, it's like the potato just knew everything and anything, without a purpose. And, another thing.
This potato, it was hungry. Very hungry.
Only hours later (again)
A parentless child walked the streets, searching for something to eat. They hadn't eaten in days. Of course, the child found the battered potato on the ground,picked it up and smiled.
It was the end of the potatoes life cycle, it seemed.
Or...was it? Seconds until the end, seconds until facing the terrifying wrath of the human's sharp, untaimed teeth, seconds until it got to see if there was a potato heaven or not, JUST SECONDS, something changed.
The spud; it grew. No, it didn't grow in size, but it did grow a mouth, and arms. And it could scream. Oh God, yes, it could wail like no tomorrow, so, quickly adapting to it's new form; it yelled ****** ****** The child threw it at a wall, screaming and running away.
..... Silence from the potato.
Sadly, it could withstand the grasp of a sweaty, homeless dude,
it could bare the growing silence from it's siblings,
it could even dodge the teeth of a starving ape!
But the potato was no match for a wall.
Mashed potatoes for dinner it is.
Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 8:54 PM UTC
*A Door's Rusty Hinges Screeched As It Is Opened,
Though The Outside Of This Hall Is Ugly,
Paint Chipping,
The Scars Of Screams Entwined In Eggshell Trim,
The Room Which Lays On The Other Side,
Is Full Of Beauty,
Is Full Of Tubes Of Paint,
Some Which Lay On The Floor,
Which Kisses Oak Furnishings,
Some Lay On An Abandon Easel,
Next To A Canvas,
Half Completed,
Created By Shaky Hands*
*Empty Vases Sit On A Window Pane,
Which Await,
For The Return Of Freshly Picked Wild Flowers,
Awaiting The Return,
Of The Soft Glow Of A Candle,
A Lanturn Perches On A Bookshelf,
Full Of Stained Pages And Ripped Covers,
The Stale Scent Of Memories Cling To Each Chapter,
A Small Handcrafted Stool,
Sits In This Ancient Home,
In The Artist's Heart*
*The Ancient Smell Of Paint,
Is No More,
Though The Stains Of Blues And Greens,
Are Now Grey As Clay Upon The Floor,
Yet Paintings Dwell On The Off-White Walls,
Some Brilliant,
Others A Hot Mess,
Self Portraits,
Redish Hair Cascading Like A Waterfall,
Down A Slim Collarbone,
Some Of Them The Women Smiles,
Others She Frowns,
Landscapes Of Rolling Hills,
And The Moonlight Leaking Through Coniffer Forests,
Are Stacked Ontop Of Eachother,
And A Mirror Which Stared At The Artist's Face,
And Who Saw Her Take Her Last Breath,
Climbs Motionlessly On The Wall*
*If You Looked Close Enough,
You Could See Perfectly Preserved Fingerprints,
On The Cracked Glass Of The Window,
As If She Were Longing To Be Free,
As If She Were A Prisoner,
In A Colorful Cell,
A Prisoner In Lockless Cage,
A Prisoner With Flushed Cheeks,
Yet A Face Still Pale,
One Who Longed To Express Herself,
To The Monarchy,
Imprisoned For Creativity,
She Lay In This Room,
Breathed This Air,
Painted These Pictures,
Yet Where Is She Now?*
Nov 10, 2012
Nov 10, 2012 at 7:47 PM UTC
When we finally got there,
you said that you had never been.
You are wrong.
Because on one July 22,
we all sat in the harsh light,
excited about the coming week.
You had great colorful plans.
You made me laugh.
I wrote about you.
I didn't know anything then,
but I know now that was the first time you made me smile.
But now as we filter in,
alone and in the dark,
we sat on opposite sides of the couch.
I hardly made eye contact.
I wish I tried to read you.
All I know is that you sat motionlessly,
hands in your lap,
for once kept to yourself as I slowly peeled back my cuticles.
I just remember staring at your sweater,
I thought it was funny how much it looked like mine.
Two months ago I just wanted your arm around me.
Today I wish I didn't squeeze so hard.
I realized that for the first time,
I'm no longer craving your fingers dancing across my spine.
I'm no longer craving you.
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 7:13 PM UTC
I soil the un-rippled surface as I break through it. I feel the cold water touching every inch of my numb body. As the water envelopes me, I sink.
Without a care I motionlessly fall. Staring at the once close surface of the water, now slowly getting farther from my reach.
Every second that passes a twinge of pain slices in my chest. A feeling of regret. Every second that I sink down into this oceans deep, dark, un explored grounds I get farther away from the chance of changing my mind. But I am sure of myself.
At least I was when I jumped.
My eyes scan the last of the light that I see coming from the surface of this endless water. My lungs begin to scream for air. My body is tempted to thrash around and panic, but in my mind I am as calm as ever.
Still, slowly sinking. Little bubbles begin to escape my mouth without my condolence. I watch as some of the little bubbles make their way up to the surface, dancing a sick dance of victory.
I being too slowly fade in and out of my thoughts. More bubble escape. I become more aware of the cold water that surround me.
Caressing my bare skin, calming me. Holding me. Doing what no one ever did.
In my last seconds of life I look around in the dark water unable to make out what I see and I silently say my goodbyes to the only thing in my company, the vast ocean.
Jun 8, 2013
Jun 8, 2013 at 9:11 PM UTC
oh, violet,
where have you gone?
i miss you.
stars still enliven the shadowy night sky,
but those far-reaching streaks of lavender
escaped
the evening’s backdrop
before I could engrave them into my memory.
the snug, lilac comforter on my own bed
no longer a safe haven,
a rigid, metal cage,
trapping me within my midnight hallucinations.
eyes close over and over again,
yet i can’t find a way to escape
from the pale, mauve speckles
that dotted your brown eyes
whenever the moonlight shined down on them.
oh, violet,
where have you gone?
i miss you.
i followed your footsteps,
etched into the remains of my heart,
repaired so below par with the thinnest papier-mâchéu.
but they only led me to a solemn place
where no soul had ever set foot.
faultless, pallid fingertips
trace over deep, orchid indentations of your name,
carved heavily into the walls,
framing my hiding place,
wholly staining your acrid touch into yet another expanse of myself.
every last brush of skin on the hard plaster,
sent me searching, further and further away from you.
laying motionlessly,
overtaken by worn-down gusts of yesterday’s altitudes.
oh, violet,
where have you gone?
i miss you.
daybreak sun rises,
somber shades of purple escape from the horizon.
i haven’t slept a second,
for i fear the dark purple tint that lies behind my eyelids.
light pours through thin cracks of closet doors,
yet the illumination fails to cast shadows off your rigid silhouette .
oh, violet,
where have you gone?
i miss you.
i miss you.
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 4:29 PM UTC
*The rolling hills in meditation, stand still
under the ultramarine blue skies,
they brood over ocean depths
see visions of dolphins' dance and sword fishs' fight;
in a flash, the hills dive like a blue whale
in to the deeps of profoundly tranquil.
marvel, isn't it? not even a note uttered,
the symphony of cosmic music
spreads its waves, embrace
heaven and earth in one sweep,
motionlessly in a dance within.*
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 5:56 AM UTC
My droopy eyelids ache as if I saw the sight of the sun,
Walking silently, but swiftly; motionlessly into her arms
I hear the fragile air passing through her lungs
I feel the delicate pulse of her neck
The fragile but weak heartbeat; beating down the seconds
I thought I felt nothing
Thinking it would only satisfy my cravings
as her life slowly became mine I dared not to look
But her faint smile overwhelmed me
The sweet sanguine fluid flowing down her body
Onto my lips
The only time I feel alive again is in this moment
Until my cravings are gone and the despair numbs me once more
I can see through her eyes
Her vision distorts me from her sight
Not knowing who she is or why she let me gaze upon
Her image, but it's one image I will never forget
An image I won't want to lose
A second more and she subsides
or
A second less and she subsists
For each second I felt her neck
Pulse
The first time I felt my heart
Pulse
And for each pulse I felt
The more human I became.
Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 5:11 PM UTC
Motionlessly sitting
Quietly thinking
Head rested on my desk
I put my fears to the test
No thoughts come to me
Compelling advisers look at me
Try not to stare,
Look down and play with my hair.
I burp subliminally.
I smell blood
and coiled in it
was half of my soul.
I grasp to it,
hope I don't breed,
not that anyone will take
any interest in me.
Suffer the abnormalities
of the world so far behind.
Contrary to popular belief,
I was no one special.
So walk for disaster,
smile slyly for ever and after.
No one could be a more
perfect match
than me and your mother.
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 4:51 AM UTC
darting eyes seek recognition
as strange color patterns
give the sky an eerie green glow
what should be cloud bodies
look more like 3rd grade
geometry projects –
noiseless ground squishes underfoot
resembling a velvet trampoline
with crystalline structures jutting up
lacking gravity, they start small
then expand and branch out
looking like manicured Arborvitae’s
flipped upside down,
planted,
and painted with black glitter –
a low meandering whistle
travels near my ear canal
causing a Pavlovian right turn
strained neck muscles bring attention
to the fact I have been motionlessly staring
for what seems an eternity…
in an instant I see something
through the atmosphere;
an oddly familiar object
of the slightest faintest blue –
My eyes snap open
and the clock reads 2:57 a.m.
again
….am I being abducted? –
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 1:10 PM UTC
I am like the leaves on the ground;
the bones in the grave,
Dead
As I sit as motionlessly
as a tall brown oak,
Eyes dark,
stormy weather,
Lighting strikes,
thunder booms,
A tear falls
I am alive again.
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 12:15 AM UTC
I sit, motionless, a gormless look across my face.
Mouth open, eyes empty, staring at nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Bored beyond the point of no return,
Just letting eternity slowly, very slowly pass by.
It never does.
The teacher tells us to work, but gives us no indication of how.
You can’t do something with nothing.
The clock hands finally move.
Everyone adjusts their eyes.
I am sure every minute takes at least five.
Awkward silence is disturbed by the occasional passing of a page.
Nobody bothers to show an interest in anything except the time.
I begin to wonder if both my watch and the clock are broken.
Highly unlikely.
Whispers are engulfed by orders of silence.
The hypocritical teacher has an everlasting throat tickle.
The minute hand doesn’t move this time,
For time has finally stopped.
I motionlessly sit, wishing, praying that the silence would be broken.
Jun 4, 2012
Jun 4, 2012 at 10:30 AM UTC
Cast iron clouds call their brushed allegiance to the age-clad masonry.
Whilst the mangled percussion of the infants' school bickers
with the soft tones of the older boys' band.
Still their sound is drowned by the whistling wind,
carrying parents' pleas that it's time to leave,
as the small groups crawl through the churchyard.
In a mossy corner, the window-man clatters,
with his brushes and buckets at the side of the oak shaded vicarage.
A scarf slides from an old man's neck
whilst he motionlessly salutes the monument;
his medals are dull in the lacklustre light.
But for all that's here, there's one thing not,
where I sit by this silent 'here lies' spot.
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 6:02 PM UTC
Okay, I'm feeling a bit poetic so won't you humor me for a second?
Now if I
were to embed these painful words so deep into your mind
with such a powerful sting that would bring tears to your eyes,
tell me, baby, what would be your first perception of me?
Because I assure you, I'm nothing you've ever seen
and I am nothing you wish to meet.
& these voices are telling me that you and I are are forbidden.
But at the same time I'm sitting here wishing
that maybe someday forbidden won't be so much of a set back
but more of a chance to keep our hearts on track.
And as we lie motionlessly in the midst of the night
I hear our hearts race;
BOOM BOOM like thunder
in unison as, I,
the storm that will wash away the brightness in those eyes
is approaching your bed side.
As I listen to you breathe, I grow still.
Because at that moment, I realize that your beauty is astonishing.
I panic. I panic like I always do when I see your face in my dreams.
Because in my dreams, you and I are together.
And we both know, thats what we want but we're too afraid to reach for it.
So we reach for the wrong things, the wrong people, to fill this void.
But little do we know darling, these things will only deepen
this void.
So tell me, where do we go from here; I'm clueless.
Because despite my introduction, I am fear.
Not fearless.
Jul 9, 2010
Jul 9, 2010 at 11:32 AM UTC
a cloud of smoke fills the air in a patio filled with laughter
friends circle round as we being to **** the dark green grass
fire rise up as he inhales the smoke from the long glass stem
he holds it in until his lungs collapse
then spews it from his mouth like a dragon breathing fire
a long pause fills the air until his lips form a grin
and we knew that his experience would being
he screams out laughter like a hyena breathing nitrous oxide
his eyes shift back and forth as he barley holds himself
he stops with total control
**** he says
I could feel all eyes staring me down as I look down at this magic bottle
a bottle that will send me past reality
that will push the envelope of my mind's customary perception
and show me things that I couldn't even dream of
far past my imagination
I inhale
my vision shook
and my fingers twisted
I began to sink into chair that I sat in
I could feel waves
waves coursing thought my entire body
and I felt jiggly like jello
I burst into the sky
flying through the inner tubes that hung their motionlessly
I felt the scratches of rubber
and still heard the laughter of children
but they were no where to be found
some how I ended up in my chair
still sitting there
with a river of drool hanging from my gaping jaw
the sky began to sway back and forth
like waves in the ocean
I reached for the sky saying I want to swim in the ocean
the harder I tried the more it pulled me away
until the ocean disappeared
and I was left sitting there
next to my friend saying
pass me the pipe
Jul 24, 2010
Jul 24, 2010 at 12:59 AM UTC
He sat at the dinner table looking up to the ceiling.
The sound of gunfire echoed down the stairs and reverberated through his massive house. A heavy body hit the floor in the room above. Dust rained from the ceiling and the chandelier swayed back and forth; the flames helplessly holding onto the wick as the chain rotated around the room. The calm, evenly-paced sound of high-heels approach him from behind. A woman helps herself to the seat on his right and sits motionlessly at the table.
Silence falls over the dining hall as the slow sway of the chandelier eases to a halt, all of the candles still lit-- except for one. The woman brings a wine glass to her lips and tilts her head back, washing down what's left.
He looks on silently as he finishes his meal.
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 10:41 PM UTC
Secreted away in my den of peace,
Blissfully falling into an undisturbed sleep.
Cocooned in toasty linen blue sheets,
Descending into deep serenity.
The earths landscape stands statuesque and still,
Long-limbed branches motionlessly tranquil.
A heady winters breeze filled with festive pleasantries,
The moon adorned with a crisp angelic glow.
Charcoal clouds cruising across the hushed atmosphere,
A transient moment free of stress and fear.
A night filled with harmony and content,
Shielding against any form of threat.
Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 8:06 AM UTC
The morning light came streaming in.
I felt the weight of his arm over my chest locking me in.
I could still feel the trail of soft kisses tracing the nape of my neck.
My mind was occupied by his ink stained skin, His dark complexion and His thick black hair.
While he laid there motionlessly in the depth of his dreams,
I could still feel his fingers lingering over my skin.
In an attempt not to wake him, I rolled over to gaze at a figure so close to a God that I felt over whelmed.
I felt so insecure.
How could a man of such brilliance sleep with a girl like me.
I laid there, staring back at a strong man whom loved me so graciously the night before.
I breathed in and savoured every second,
Trying my best to create a never ending moment.
A moment that would last ever.
Because I feared that I might never get to see this perfect still life picture again.
Dec 18, 2016
Dec 18, 2016 at 9:32 AM UTC
*Tears soak the shreds of my heart
Falling from the eyes of my soul
Washing clean blood strains,
Of yesterday's wreckage
Our love life, a lost ship
Amidst the vast open sea
Strongly surviving countless storms
Until last night, when all changed
The night was beautiful,
A hollow moon and infinite stars
God's magnificent work of art,
Till when clouds swam in, and covered all
Lightening struck in every direction
And the god of thunder yelled with rage,
Calling forth the typhoon of the western Pacific
Stirring violently, dark clouds
The goddess of the sea raised her tides,
To height like one of the sky,
And then, slammed them onto our deck,
Sinking us into the deep waters
I thought we were dying,
Watched you drop motionlessly
As my eyes shut slowly,
At our ending life together
And yet, opening once again,
To a clear blue sky,
And your beautiful face,
Smiling back at me
Is it a next life?!
Cause I so desire to live with you
So you place your lips onto mine
Kissing them softly
To which I know,
That life, has for sure blessed me with another chance
To create more memories with you
On this lost island,
Where our ship wrecked*
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 3:37 AM UTC
Today,
at a street festival,
I watched a girl I have never met,
have never taken notice of before,
dance for about an hour.
I sat there,
begging God for the courage to get up
and dance alongside her.
After more than a few chance eye contacts
I decided to not look away when she looked at me.
Not missing a beat or a step we held one another's gaze
for a while.
Spinning and smiling she motionlessly
and wordlessly
beckoned me forth.
Denying myself a simple pleasure of
human interaction
and dancing, I remained seated.
After everyone had left,
and the band had stopped playing,
there, in the middle of the street she stood standing.
There, under the orange glow of the streetlights
atop a small coffee table
I sat, imagining her reflection in my eyes.
If God would ever be so generous as to allow it,
I would do it different.
I would dance next to her and then with her.
If God would ever be so generous as to allow it,
I would do it right.
Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 2:15 AM UTC
Wilting roses scattered across a broken sea
What I would give to have you next to me
Motionlessly drifting, breaking down the last door of sanity
The final solution. To cut off all ties to the unknowingly accused
A corrupt judge refuses bail
The jury has been overruled
A longing within writing
A means to an end
new heart aspires
So this one is dead
With the fragments of time
Nothing could have changed
Taking solace within the plume that is sadness
A sparkle of hope, exists within indecision
This is my omen
This is your hope
Bring me strength, laying in a basket
An unavoidable fall
Time has it's place, wearing away at that infinite
Causing pain as it tears at our hearts
Bring me to the blackness
Leave me in the light
Ground up this feeling
Start anew
Leave all regrets
Break away
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 6:45 AM UTC
Ever walk into the dark hoping you'd get grabbed?
Ever held a knife's blade dreaming of the stab?
Visioning all that's wrong,
And all the ways to make them right.
Staring into the night sky waiting for the first glimpse of light.
Suddenly the light hits you,
The moment you look away.
Reveling all the scars,
Reminding you of the old days.
Each one of them was painful.
Each one of them made me smile.
Now I wait to be finished off,
Covered in oil,
Ready for the fire.
When I ignite my eyes will be on the night,
Standing there motionlessly on fire.
The unending pitch black night sky won't look as bad,
As the smoke raises higher.
This is my revision of the dark,
Picture a fire in a park.
Peaceful,
Indifferent,
Ignored by all.
A child watching,
Holds her doll.
And in her eyes,
There is the sun.
And the revision,
Has begun.
Sep 2, 2012
Sep 2, 2012 at 12:00 AM UTC
Questioning everything,
Are we in love?
Are we too different?
Are we still connected?
Are we drifting apart?
My soul is aching,
These thoughts flooding my mind,
it's killing the sweetness of my memories of you,
Will you still love me?
When I'm no longer,
full of beauty or youth?
Will you still love me If I have nothing at all?
I'm becoming more hopeless everyday,
I sit alone swinging my legs back and forth motionlessly,
Looking out the faded glass window,
Everyday,
Thinking of you endlessly,
Without another thought coming into mind,
Your all that I can think and imagine,
Why are you all that I see?
Have you really fallen ,
for this love with me?
I acknowledged all your movements,
the weeping tone of your heavenly voice,
Every closed eye,
I can only see your ghostly appearance,
Days go by,
Without you,
It aches,
The surface of my life becomes dim ,
Why is it I see you so differently?
Antagonizing my beliefs in you,
Give me an explanation.
Please..
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 2:37 PM UTC
Your chalky eyes
read my chapped lips
as words tumble from my tongue
like a sickness
Your wryly fingers
Trace shapes against your knee
Like a spider stitching it’s web
And my voice cracks
Your closed lips
sit motionlessly on your face
like art in a gallery
and I am a sellout
Your destructive neglect
Weighs my tireless breath
And I am screaming now,
“I need your help,”
Your eyes glaze over
As your fingers drum
And your lips purse
And I am nowhere to be found
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 11:30 PM UTC