"murkiness" poems
I am alive and I am terrified.
Why does the future have to be
this question mark, this puddle of murkiness
wagging its finger to beg you to come
closer,
closer
closer.
Darkness lurches above me in
halos circling brightly, making no sense
I can see you, Future
I can see everything I want to see
but the waters won’t clear, the question mark
won’t turn into an exclamation point,
and you make me travel down the path
farther
farther
farther
into the unknown.
Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 7:41 PM UTC
I sprinkled sunflower petals in the warm water,
to make it gold.
Then dipped my body quietly in the bathtub,
to wash my tainted soul.
The morning light peeked through the lemon coloured glass,
while the fading fate dissolved in the pearly waves of my lash.
My lifted hand reached for the sunlight,
the feeble fingers swayed like dandelions.
A swollen gaze perched on the broken mirror,
a burning sensation impregnated my chafed lips; turning them bitter.
The beauty they preach about is not divine,
nothing in this world stays sublime.
The saffron tinted ancient walls,
kissed the amber tiled floor
Everything fire; everything gold,
yet no power can assuage the murkiness of my soul.
My dear Van Gogh how could you think?
that the yellow, if you eat, will lift your spirits?
Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 4:37 PM UTC
Love's misunderstood
By the heart
That’s unable to feel
We give the meanings
So many tags
Yet, love’s above all
We trivialize
And jeopardize
Expectations galore
None that Love wants
Above all our
Laid down rules
It’s akin to freedom
We seem to burden
It with materialistic
Paraphernalia
Love is rustic
Most simple of feelings
Complicated over the ages
Converted to a drama
Scripted by falsity
It’s above those words
Revealing the soul
To a pristine feeling
Thrown into murkiness
Sinister deals
Much effort to malign
Beautiful Love
Let Love be
Away from
Convoluted thoughts
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 8:53 AM UTC
Echoes of yesteryear’s
Blissful laughter
Fade away
As new profound
Sorrow blooms.
Disoriented in the murkiness
Of a wistful haze
Writhing in unending
Spasmodic aches
A new day is born
The mid-morning
Deceptive sunshine
Briefly kisses my skin
The sweet taste
Of what it means
To be human
The paralyzing
Feeling of unraveling
As the May icy winds whistle
Through the eucalyptus trees
Forbodes of calamity.
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 6:30 PM UTC
The sun is awfully mean these days
and the time for talk is past--
Fades aging, yellowed memories
reminds nothing ever lasts
I told you once, You did not heed.
Perhaps I spoke too loud.
But I'll speak from the best side of me
If you'll cool your temper down
Who knows where we'll be in 5 years?
I can't have it be here
Can't pierce the brine and murkiness
But today, it's warm and clear.
So let's wreck our heads
with Red Hook Lager,
Pedal down the road...
'Cause it's all that lies in front of us
that we can ever know
The clouds are overhead, my friend
but, bleak as this day seems,
We will not came undone because
we are made with stronger seams
If you tell me once, I'll try and heed
The very best I can
To what tops your list of memories
As we go hand-in-hand
You won't dwell upon next year
If I don't hole up in pride
That starts to seem so easy when
We think back on that time...
When we wrecked our bikes
on Gould and Brundage,
Laughing, walked back home...
And gingerly cleaned bleeding knees
then watched movies alone
And everything's okay
I prefer that, anyway
Everything's okay.
And we're better off that way
It's better than okay
Oct 28, 2012
Oct 28, 2012 at 11:41 AM UTC
The ivory of the egotistical lily,
The morning hymn of the pious jenny,
The dazzling ebony African beauty,
The sweet spice that seasons my honey,
Rain thy glaring love once again
Upon my careless dispirited pride,
As I rain these tender tears
Upon this stagnant dry land,
I have tasted thy venial venom
With seasonal ache and repentance,
Now, purge my narrow breath of life
From this wicked roaring hunter
Who fire’s at my forlorn nights,
Do not preserve this deficit of mine
For our innocent image,
Lest the gods of the City of the Dead
Keep close to our naked hut,
Calibrate my disobedience with thy soft wind,
And let not thy fierce storm approach,
Resurrect my muscles from the grave
And cover my bones with the flesh of thy kisses,
Open thy wonderful cataract to stream
From thy tongue into my barren bones,
And seal my cockcrow and thy twilight
In the clouds of thy slender cotton wool,
Come, oh my dear Kabutuwaa,
Come and visit my farm this bedtime
And let us **** the blazing stars mutually,
Set free the promising arrow of my daylight
And the pretty bow of thy nightfall
Via the thick murkiness of this gulf,
Allow me to crawl up thy tree of life
And taste of its couple peach anew,
For my craving lips longs for thy
Indispensable eternal ******
© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
Email: [email protected]
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 1:12 PM UTC
When my mind is at rest I think of peace and blissful things
I see the unfettered and innocent smile of a new babe in arms
Or the Omnipotence gilded arms outstretch showering blessings
The shores of a pristine beach with blue waves marking times
Silver sunset sprinkling magic across quiet waters with no stressing
Or me sat at my fathers feet as he reads engrossed in his charmes
My mind rests easy in places of warmth and enriching lovings
My mind has no space to linger in the murkiness of failings
I do not plunge dark dept to court the uninspiring s in terms
To share company with wretches with wasted mental ecthings
Eyes that see dew in darkness and acrimony in fruitless farms
Voices made for howling dirges and apostles of negative cravings
Demented downers who drink from the fountains of fallen vamps
Satiated miserably they seek to retch their stench on followings
My mind finds the luminous stars and praise their spark-lings
It atunes to the silent melodies of sages who now sleep uncramp
It relishes the delights of the million trillion wonders tinklings
Its marvels the joys of the thousand mothers holding new champs
Can share the lifting dreams of hopes for happy new beginnings
Living is never about waste for the Creator avails no dumps
For a mind that lives and grows in the Light is forever inspired and inspiring
Copyright LaurencA.1stAugust2018.All rights reserved
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 7:54 PM UTC
I close my eyes:
Blood trickles down my childhood memories,
Torn flesh rips my innocence apart,
Thick grey skin smothers my future,
And the eyes…black beady eyes glaring at me,
Daring me, whispering to me
*Come in the water. Get your revenge.
I won’t hurt you. You hurt me,*
I force the words away,
Pushing them, forcing them out,
You know you want to,
The blood drowns my heart,
I can’t breathe! My lungs spurt red,
Metallic death pools in my mouth,
I want to be sick, I can’t be.
My body jolts. Head snaps to the right,
I hear the crunch, the breaking snap of my bones,
The waves break. But the teeth don’t,
They squeeze my wrist, stealing my hand,
Blood captures my vision,
The water explodes in red,
Murkiness is around me…
And grey skin…black eyes…one fin.
My eyes burst open. Just like my artery did,
There’s no grey skin or black eyes,
Only blood seeping down my right hand,
My only hand. The other?
The ocean stole it. The shark stole it.
I can’t bear to look at the stump that remains,
So I close my eyes and the whole memory repeats
Once again.
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 12:02 PM UTC
It’s strange, really, how I find myself tangled in a relentless cycle of pause and play, of fast forward and rewind. So often I envision myself with my hands reached out in attempt to catch a moment in the air, to take hold of a feeling before its color dissolves into another collective memory. Emotions flutter anxiously between my fingers, like restless fireflies trapped inside glasses they cannot escape.
But I do not wish to steal their euphoria, only to preserve it.
They say I was born with a soul incapable of finding rest, possessing an interminable wanderlust that refused to dwindle. A blessing and a curse it was, the perpetual desire to hoard memories like expired love letters in the deepest trenches of my mind. I chased Love until my legs would give out beneath me, and even then I found myself crawling to graze its touch.
Pause, play, rewind.
A lethal dose of nostalgia. Each solitary moment dances to the tempo of my blood flow, the erratic heartbeats that remind me how alive I have become. I have taken them hostage.
Each ephemeral moment, possessing a life so fleeting and bittersweet. The mellifluous echo of my favorite song being shouted at the top of my lungs, the familiar scent of the first book that stole my breath away. The first rush of freedom, the bewildering taste of loss, the initial weight of a damaged heart.
Like fireflies, they emit an effervescent light that radiates through the darkest chasms of my mind. A focal point. A distraction. Something beautiful amidst the murkiness of tears and unrequited love.
And I see their light shining through my fingertips, illuminating the gaps where nothing but absence exists, and I let go. They are free, an autonomous ray of light that floats through the spaces where I once felt so alone.
But I am not alone anymore, I am never alone, because I’ve created something permanent. A home in the middle of nowhere. A shelter for the explanations I could never bring myself to elaborate upon. A dazzling luminescence that will never die out.
We are everlasting.
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 3:03 PM UTC
I never see your face anymore
The only image in my mind is your lovely, raven-colored hair
I once had a dream about you
You were facing away from me and woefully crying
I never figured out why
Around us, a pond of pallor was dotted with ghostly remnants of trees
While I crossed the liquid fright, your cries grew in timbre
No matter how close I was to your voice, it never seemed close enough
I stopped and quickly glanced above because the Moon was crying too
I never figured out why
The wind’s touch gently blew your night-like hair against my closed eyes
I confidently summoned all octaves residing within my soul
But before I could call your name, they caught me
Hands that sprung up from the sickness, eager to ****** my ankles
My heartbroken whisper finally stopped the weeping
I finally figured out why
A dainty little head slowly turned so I could gaze at the jewels on its face
Two rubies cascaded, their scarlet streams plummeting off pale cheeks
While you returned to looking forwards, sobbing droplets of agony
I felt unforgiving murkiness drag me down below
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 1:42 AM UTC
This October,
the rain speaks pebbles
like the sound of static.
Watch the patterns the wind points out:
the drifting rain,
a question marking a crossroads path you keep
asking to yourself.
"if the rain keeps pouring,
will our questions only pile up and up?"
Gathering huge puddles
under our doorstep
reflecting an expressionless sky, or
a sudden murkiness in it.
how the rain touches the roofs
of old gray houses sitting in silence.
watch as a huge puddle gathers all
other puddles, gathering minutes
the seconds even, lost in counting.
the rain starts drifting faster and faster,
see how counting no longer counts,
we feel a certain disconnection, again
the sound of falling pebbles.
Still, the rain keeps pouring
its numerous what if's
how it pins needles to our heads
you ask and you only hear
the long 'tchsssssh'-es
filling up the empty spaces of
my mouth, of our long silences
that still count, to me.
You slightly move
your hand above your hair
in a futile attempt
to lessen the question of rain.
(Paolo Jerome D. Cristobal / October 1, 2010 - Alabang)
Jun 10, 2012
Jun 10, 2012 at 7:30 AM UTC
(I)
**Safe our Meriramew**
It is propelled
Towards the ground
Clogged it, otherwise, rupture our Meriramew.
(II)
Tone of life
When you shine everything become dazzling
and when you Whinge
only twill of murkiness spread over!
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 12:42 PM UTC
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W hen water shines crystalline
H ow lovely you look
E ngulfing me wholly
N ot never and forever always
Blue cries tomorrow into golden sunshine dreams
Slathered
beauty,
hello, graceful morning
thanks for crying
daytime into existence
Good morning to your tomorrow, tonight certainly shines clear in prolific murkiness of stars drowned in city light.
Time is crestfallen when the sun sets and mourns the silenced sun away in a drunken stupor of creativity.
The colours of delight glimmer in daybreak.
Smile at the icicles today, they taste like water.
Feb 13, 2012
Feb 13, 2012 at 11:08 PM UTC
They lurk in all of us, like a black smog clogging up our moral judgement they creep and curl and consume our thoughts and innocent souls until we are corrupted with a false conception of reality and being.
They tingle on ours tongues, spitting and hissing at anything honest and true, like a snake they warp us into a forked viper's venom - poisonous and irrevocable. They bite into our victims mind, spreading only negativity and misery; oozing with droplets encomposing all the evil of the world in a single minute sphere.
They flash through our eyes, through our minds, across our hearts like dark shadows cloaking sincerity and simplicty leaving us to a life of complicated murkiness, having to plan our every move and conive and swindle our way through the maze of what is real and what isn't.
They spin us in a web, Deceit; like a hungry spider awaits it's prey, always catching us in the end...always wrapping us nice and tight until there is no possible escape except to accept the truth- that you are about to get eaten by a "spider".
One day we all get caught in our own web of lies, whether they be expressed towards others, or just as likely self-inflicted.
And one day we all have to face the truth.
Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 2:08 PM UTC
is there a reason why dreamy voices spill out
of every breathless breeze tracing
the mystery of her fragrance?
what causes the moon to yell its name into
a golden softness of her aura
permeating my desires?
why does the sun set fire to the tranquil sea
whenever her eyes shimmer down to
daring depths of allure?
where does the beckoning rhythm of gentle chaos
lead into a pool of humble familiarity
drenched in swirls of art?
why do cold nights whisper her prayers while lullabies
sing to the rolling raindrops upon eyes
in a season of romance?
how does the turbid murkiness of her silence
shake my soul as raging roaring tides
wrapped around a noise of lies?
when do scared footsteps of gripping regrets mould
a future laid upon mortified ashes
as snowflakes lost in blizzards?
and above all..
how does it all end for the both of us?
Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 2:06 PM UTC
its starting to near october again
the time of the year
when everything goes to ****
when the walls get smaller and smaller
until my shoulders press in on themselves
and i choke, choke, choke
its starting to near october again
the time of year
when people show their true colors
when my friends become
judgmental cold mocking
and the walls isolate me
its starting to near october again
my best friend's birthday
halloween
first report card of the year
those are all okay things
i have a bit of breathing room
its starting to near october again
the memories take a hold of me
dragging me down into their murkiness
taking the light from my mind
replacing it with nothing
nothing is there
its starting to near october again
i wish i wasn't alone
May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 4:05 PM UTC
*A little heart, just like a beautiful mansion
Ravishing & vast was it's expansion
Beguile the people passing by
As they, in awe, at it sigh
Curious about it's interior beauty
When it's frontage intrigued me
I tried glancing inside it*
"By looks can one be deceived"
*Murkiness & desolation occupied
The cobwebs spread wide
The broken chandelier hung
To the torn vault clung
The guitar laid wrecked
The floor full of dust
Walls a decaying wreckage
Everything damaged
I entered a room at the nook
By window, a table, by a slight touch shook
On it was placed a pristine sketch
Of whom it loved, on the edge*...
All rights reserved
By Ruman Hafsa
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 6:38 AM UTC
Staring out that great big window-
with a slight sight of my boring reflection,
staring up into the giant grey clouds engulfing my sunshine-my rays of life,
Darkness creeps over the land,
submerges everything that you know
The building's turn gloomy,
the power shuts off
In the shadows i sit-the darkness is kind of familiar now.
There wasn't even a suspicion of light.
The murkiness of this ill light room was often friendly to me,
it shared secrets of other peoples night life, and how they spent it-
peeking in through the closet, he tells me-
describing all of my unfortunate neighbors
I'm lucky i befriended the darkness instead of abolishing it with-
left on bathroom lights, and those jack-o-lantern night brights
Each night he comes back
with more smudged and smeared information-
that he shares with me and only me.
When i sleep he watches over me like a guardian demon-
i wake i find no trace of him except under the bed and in that dark closet
So i decided to board-up all the windows to never see the light of day again,
in this dark temple i shall stay,
to never speak of light or even think it
In three weeks time
The darkness overwhelms me, i can hardly see the light
So i sit in my dark room
and conjure up every terrible creature i can think of-
hoping they come to life, and destroy this dark room
The darkness
feeling more and more like an addiction everyday-
Two months now-
all traces of life in me,
in this house are forgotten
The only memory i have
is that of light peering in the darkness
through the cracks in the boards-glowing,
begging to come in and fill me with brilliance,
but the darkness radiates through me-
fending off the insight and intellect.
Apr 2, 2010
Apr 2, 2010 at 9:24 AM UTC
When she gets ill
Everything disordered;
Light and warmth amend,
Day and night differ,
Breeze revolutionize,
Everything dismayed!
When she gets ill
Everyone distressed;
Rivers and streams waste away,
Birds are becoming shove,
Flowers desiccated,
Crops shrunken,
Everything dirtied!
When she gets ill
Murkiness delimited us,
Our aspiration and potency endanger;
Let’s pray for her resurgence!
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 4:11 AM UTC
Part I:
I, on the shore, so longing to dive in
Felt your race car fast waves
As they licked at my skin.
I must admit, I was afraid
Of what the murkiness hid
But what intrigued me more
Was how should I run in
Part II
Immersed in the water
Both frigid and wild
I felt a calm sense of self
A peace, an everlasting smile
Basking in your glow
We fed off each other's auras
What is the tide without the Moon?
The ocean without it's shores?
Part III
Shivering, teeth clenched
I was unprepared for this swim
I only wanted my feet wet
Now I'm left alone to fend
It's not the ocean I despise
For leaving me questioning and cold
It's the reminder of the choice I made
To race into the unknown.
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 3:46 AM UTC
For the longest time,
I thought that people
with brown eyes were't
as interesting as those
without. But, you see,
the reason those eyes are
so dark is because
they've seen too many
things, and they know too
much. Brown eyes are
the see all and know all.
They never miss a thing.
You can't keep a secret
from their depths.
Do not be fooled by the
murkiness of the waters.
For the lake they contain
is deeper than it seems.
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 10:43 PM UTC
Monsters are depicted one dimensionally
Paintings illustrate the difficult decisions
This is the observer's farce
Blood on one's hands paint the canvas
Fingers comb through the valleys
Defining the geography of pain
Trauma sets in, and out goes precision
Distorting one image to reflect another
A change is needed in perspective's pallete
Hands soak to wash away the day view
The crimson stain nevers leaves,
Vibrant ideas left to wade in the murkiness
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 3:39 PM UTC