"nabs" poems
It's 11:11 make a wish
Look out the spotty window
See all the frowns
And boring towns
See how powerful the words we use are
They can cut deep
Deeper than the most violent assault
Buildings and obelisks of befuddlement
Pressed for time
Lemon scented tiles
Scrubbed
No mold
Personal preference
Common courtesy
And common sense
Scarce but invaluable
A face only a mother could love
And a father can lie to
Coulda
Woulda
Shoulda
Didn't
Searching for carrion
Give way
To the wayside
ECNALUBMA
In the rear view
The worms eat us
The early birds catch the worms
The cat nabs the worm
After being resurrected by satisfaction
And the night owl writes the tell-all
Put the ear to glass
Put the glass to the door
And listen closely
To sound of knuckles cracking
And the chattering of coffee shop patrons
Indian givers going back on their word
Fingerless gloves
Prim and proper
Promptly pummeling
Tunneling to tomorrow
Well done
Slim to none
Fat chance
The local native's tongue
Sold fresh and farm raised
On any given day
You can find demi-gods
Playing a a pick up game
Matchbook
Matchbox
Mismatch socks
Pick up sticks and stretchmarks
Just stay the night
So we can wish this all away together
It's 11:12 open your eyes
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 1:22 PM UTC
It bubbles up, emits a high-pitched scream, then dies
It was a thought, a dream, a notion
Cascaded now back into the ocean
Where other unborn dreamers lie.
Life cycles in inner circles
Death crumbles at the edges it nabs
And life readjusts its grip
Trying to give nothing to grab.
Life must spiral
And death must follow
Meeting high up
Under suns that one day waver.
Waver and fade
Into a supernova piñata bang
And everyone rushes to get the candy
And everyone is just trying to be happy.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 3:14 PM UTC
By Nabs
They call me a fun sucker
For pointing out that was wrong
For speaking out
About the discriminations that rot humanity
Some asked," why am you like this?"
"Why can't you just lay back and stop being so serious?"
"Why can't you just let it be?"
Or in other words 'why can't i shut up?'
Just because
I'm tired of having to swallow down my words
To be told to swallow down so many times
As if that is what all I'm good at
They don't care if I was choking
Just because
I'm tired of people carelessly making jokes
About issues that shouldn't be made fun off
Shouldn't be made into the **** of a joke
Cause while you're laughing, They're screaming
Just because
People like to slap labels on other people
Cause it's easier to box them down
Into simple brand than as a complex being
Easier to determine which one superior, which one inferior
As if we are products, not human
They called me a rebel
For defying the norm
For not accepting that skins colors and what you have down your pants iare limits
For not conforming to their rules to the playground
Just because they say it's right, doesnt mean its true
They say, ignorance is bliss
But I don't think I can sleep, ignoring the screams just cause it didn't happen to me
Cause how can they blind them self
To the injustice of the world
The way they pile the bodies
And set them aflame
Just because
I will not hide my self, any longer
I will not be ashamed of who I am
And for that I will fight
For that I will not bow down to oppression
I will not bow down to any kind of oppression
You can stick your silly labels to my back
Kick me on the sides, Beats me up
You can try to bring me down
But I will promise you
I will drag you down to hell with me too
Cause this is my home also
None of you, big kids could bully us to go
Cause you think you could burn me down
As if I am a house made of sticks
Didnt you know that to light me up means that you going to burn too?
For I fight for what is right
Even if in this ocean of poison there's barely any lights
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 6:30 AM UTC
By Nabs
The well of words
Deep down in this breathing heart
Are drying and cracking before they reach,
This sinning fingertips.
These words
Taste dry, musty. Parching throats.
Crackled in the air
Louder than thunder and your screams.
As the spinning wheel
Stop.
Stopping forever.
Stop. Pricking blood from your vessel.
Embroideries, tapestries
weaved from the threads of life.
Unbound, unraveled
Marveled in the way they are being broken down.
Set fire to us,
And you'll see.
How prettily we all would burn
Inside this tomb, we called home.
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 6:39 AM UTC
there's a butterfly
dying in my pocket
with torn wings and the
ache to fly
pressed close to my left chest
as if wanting to share a heartbeat
an old man saw me cradling
a fleeting life in my hand, he said
"It's dying."
"Why?," I asked
because a life this short shouldn't
have to end
"It's time," he walked past
and glass was growing in my throat
there was bile and words
wasn't this how we first met?
I cupped the butterfly in my hands
trying to save it, thinking of
honey water and second chances
a fantasy for a girl who wished for
better things
a life this short shouldn't have to end
but the butterfly is dying,
wings stopped fluttering
and tears were pouring
like rain
there is no second chances,
honey water is only selfishness
that we pretend was love
"would you rather have me cry in your arms or laugh with another?"
a life this short shouldn't have to end but
it does.
-nabs
Aug 7, 2016
Aug 7, 2016 at 10:22 AM UTC
By nabs
This ship is marred
with fingerstains of life
trying to prove,
they aren't dying.
This ship is anchored
with guilt and regret
poisoning the waters
with toxic souls
it tried to disperse
This ship is filled
with gaping holes
walking around with
An abyss for a heart.
This ship is set
for a journey
no one coming back from.
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 7:00 AM UTC
By Nabs
The day you went away
you rob all the colors
in my world
along with the stars
in my eyes
leaving cracks
all over my surfaces
making me numb to
the fact that
life still goes one
because
my heart had stop
beating
and you taught me
that means
I'm already dead
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 6:52 AM UTC
By: Nabs
Once there was a boy who was made of flowers
He had the prettiest smile and the happiest grin
One day he asked, "what are you made of?"
I shook my head, I do not understand
"You're different", he said
I would reply that I am not
His grin suddenly turned grim
He pointed at my heart, "You are"
He showed me his heart, you see
His paper thin heart
But as strong as the titanium
In the core of his backbone
At that point I still do not understand
Different
I clutched my heart
To see it ****** and such a mess
As frail as paper cranes
A thousand of these could not grant a wish
I saw a girl in the horizon
She's made from shards of glass
Brittle and fragile yet sharp
Lips painted red, Armed with knives
She said to me,"who are you?"
I replied,"I am my self"
She stared at me for a long time
"Who are you?"
My skin are steel
Yet my core had been ripped apart so many times
Until it feel as if each stitches were one
At this point i still do not understand
The girl sighed
Skipping stones and breaking bones
What a way to spend eternity
She grinned her razor sharp teeth
I still do not understand even at this point
There is a hill there, she pointed at the distance
Once there live a giant and a dwarf
The dwarf and the giant fought each other
Until what is left is...
At that point she gazed at the distance again
It does not have an end, that tale...
She asked me to dance, then
Took my hand gently, twirling me with out an end
I gaze at her eyes
The abyss are staring back at me
At this point I understand what they meant.
In the distance, I could see a shade of what once meant to be brilliant
Like a star who decide to fall down
Bringing apocalypse as its last performance
At this point i understood
At the end of this journey, I saw someone
Who shouted with all their might
"Why is the sky still blue?
Even if we're dead inside"
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 10:35 AM UTC
By nabs
I think maybe
you're over reacting
a lil bit
Too much electron,
not enough protons
You need to stabilize
Playing overlord
is so fun when
Everyone pretend
not to see
that power
can be mercury to
someone's mind
There's no nuclear
in your veins
I assure you
I'm already a radioactive zone
no matter
how many radium
goodbye's you spew,
you can't convince me
to give you my francium
Oh, really
don't try to
blow it up
you really don't
got the talents for that
Just stop trying to be
what you're not
meant to be
Only carbons can
be diamonds
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 6:21 PM UTC
By: Nabs
There is a dream where I woke up upon
Where you greeted me with a smile
At that point I closed my eyes
Again, for the hundredth time
There is a dream when I realize
That this ship is sinking
That the wave which carries this body
Is the one who sang this corroding melodies
There is a bird in this dream
Usually a raven, but sometimes not
Its eyes were made of fire
There is a heart pumping blood on the sand
There is a desert in this dream
Scorching hot and dry
Chapped lips and stolen tears
Under the tents, away from the glinting star lights
There tend to be sorrow here
It is like a piece of silk
and often the universe is cloaked by it
You just laughed when I said that to you
There are secrets in the air
Never before it taste so sweet
With a hint of bitterness at the end
Maybe that's why you're here.
There are diamonds, you say
And I asked, Where?
You just smile that secret smiles of your
There are tears streaming down your face
There is you in my dreams
Lips chapped and smiling
You keep walking away with gleeful steps
"Oblivion!", you said with abandon
Why is there always apologies hovering between us?
Ready to tumble from our lips
You hold out your hands to me
You asked me to take it
You asked me to take it
Do you remember the stars?
I once asked you
You just smile that sad smile of yours
And keep looking at the sky
At that time I wondered why do you keep smiling
When your eyes look so sad
When there are wound marks gracing your wrist
I never asked how they came to be
"I'm sorry", you often said
"For what?", I would reply
"This", you said with that sad smile of yours
I always wondered why would you say that
You hold out your hand to me
You asked me to take it
You asked me to take it
The first time i met you
There was a withering flower wreath laying on top on you
You were sleeping
Six feet under
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 10:33 AM UTC
By Nabs
This cup of joe can **** you
Coffee beans with cyanid
Nights are wild and they are young
Black black with out sugar, please.
Sip those robust liquid
Like you would ask for forgiveness.
Scalding hot on your tongue,
Embers are dying in your eyes.
Take another cup, take another shot
Inject your self with self doubt
Remembering the pills wont help
Things are dying inside your head.
This cup of joe can **** you
Chocolate and overdose aftertaste
Close your eyes and breathe at last
No sugar, No. No hope.
Stir it a thousand times, counter clockwise
Taste different cause of
The anxiety staining your teeth
Pearly white no more.
Mint and a hint of insanity
Bruised lips, dead shot eyes.
Don't put the pills there, never ever there
Contaminate your self but not this cup.
Take sips, don't gulp
You gotta savor the flavor
Death on your tongue
Marvelous blend that ascend time.
This cup of joe will **** you
You order more and more
It taste bitterer than before
But the tears have never fallen to the floor.
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 6:41 AM UTC
She is not pretty.
Her face is an average face; normal, common, ordinary. She have too big eyes, a nose that is a little bit too small, and slightly crooked teeth.
She is not pretty, and she does not mind.
Her heart isn't kind.
Isn't caring nor warm, but it is not bitter. It is a heart. Beating strong and pulsing with life. It is too tight, sometimes. Hurting her when she wanted to breathe. Most of the time she lives with the feeling of death but her heart is alive and so is she.
People asked her if she is capable of love.
They never get their answer because it is not their business what her heart can or cannot do.
She loves, barely and hesitantly. A child walking for the first time, falling down and keeps getting up.
She loves like she is dying.
Kindness isn't inherent in her,
but the autumn and pumpkin latte taste bright on her tongue, scalding and burning. She tried crying one night, but the mold would not broke (or it's already broken and she does have enough to care).
People whispers about her, she does not care.
Labels are pinned unto her back and she walks like life isn't just boxes with tags slapped on it. She walks like life is life and nothing more. They are scared of her, murmuring about her normal skin; how she can walk like she is deaf to the world.
They are afraid because she held the secret that they want so bad to devour.
"what is your deal?" "Why won't you smile?"
"Are you even human?" (howcanyouloveyourselfwhenyouarentspecialprettywhenyouarejustcommonandaveragehowhowhowhowho-)
She does not stand out, standing out means to fit in. She knows that to fit in means dying. And she is in love with life to let go, too in love to care that she is nothing and not special because she isn't. How can she be more than what she is when life is miraculous and a wonder and so so so much more than she could ever be in a lifetime.
She is not pretty, and she is okay with that.
Because she knows that there is so much more in life than beauty.
-nabs
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 9:02 PM UTC
He write in bread crumbs,
trails of clues that will not be found because the birds have eaten them. Fleeting, unremarkable, but it feeds and feeds and fills empty stomach. Unfulfilling but full.
( Most of the days that is so much better than being hollow)
Over the years, the forest grows.
Grasses mold it self into canopies, rooftops that shields him from the light. A darkness that blinds but pulsing with warmth. Branches twisting towards each other, entangled in each other stories. 'write better' they whispers.
Flowers will not blooms but the sweet smell of honeycombs wafts through the air like hunger.
( we are hungry and hungry and lonely tell us stories, tell us more more more more please moremoreore-)
So the path to home become unrecognizable. Intangible, flickering as if it wanted to be real.
He feels kin ship down to his bones and whimpers fall out from his mouth, quivers but does not fold.
He curled but life would not, will not let him bend.
What should a man do if he cannot curve, cannot bow and break? They all said that to achieve greatness, he have to taste 'broken' on his tongue. Ripe to the point of decaying, fingers sticky with black honey.
He let his teeth chatters, secrets flew out of his mouth like love letters. Carved into him self are the promises made by breakers and yet, honesty is what he sounds like. A forest is an illusion, they say. Wrap your perception until everything look the same and there is only doubt in your self.
( After all everything have to protect their heart)
Peeling barks, bleeds. He bit his lip, wounds are his lovers but everyone knows that love is treacherous. There is a little boy and a man. There is Him, the one who only grows and feeds but never fulfills. 'Isn't that enough?',he asked.
This was what you sow into me, you make me grow into a man but not a human. So he becomes,
forest isn't the only thing that can burn.
( How do you escape your self?)
This is a mirror house, a forest where every trees are your thoughts, their roots are your beliefs, and their seeds are your doing.
(most of the times, it become your own undoings)
You reap what you sow, but what if you are the one who was sowed.
-nabs
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 11:58 PM UTC
By: Nabs
I want to love you like I love the sun, thriving and burning. A burst of warmth, a need that if not fulfilled would make me yearn and withering away, dying with out the sun rays. All consuming.
I want to love you like a flower. Slowly growing and blooming into something breath taking and then withers away.
I want to love you like how water is. Ever patient and slowly trickling, and then bursting with fervor. Leaving a changed landscape behind, a changed me.
I do love you.
I love you, I love you like my memories of my first laugh, like a color blind person seeing colors for the first time. A burst of an unnamed wild thing that have never been experienced by the soul before.
I love you like how the snow thaw in the spring. Slowly growing, peeking shyly from the snow. A patch of a grass. Growing until it withers away again as the snow descends. And endless cycle who will be broken with the end of time.
I love you, until I forget about who I am, until all I can see and feel is you. Until I am drowning and between the gasps of my breath, lies prayers to you.
There is a flowing river inside of me. A flowing river of fire and warmth, who will burn and drown me at the same time. Leaving only ashes and the wisp of prayers. An empty cache of what used to be.
I love you.
I love you, until it intoxicate me, until I am gasping for breath every second. Until my head grows blank and as every second passes in this infinite yet ephemeral time, a glimmer of realization pass through me, like sand in the sahara desert. Scorching and yet softened by wind.
Darling, I love you like we were not meant to be.
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 6:37 AM UTC
By Nabs
Have you ever heard
the sound of the wind dying?
It sounds a lot like your hoarse crying.
Broken moons, stifled sobs
smell of cardamom and pain.
Angry strokes, lightning brush
across this singed canvas.
Paint me with a storm.
Paint me with a storm.
Guttural rumble of disagreement,
muted in its pallor.
Second hand embarrassment
is lethal to the skin.
Broken bottles, broken souls
stuck in a machination of malfunctioning systems.
we never had control in the first place.
We put energies in our sorrows,
forgetting to store them for our backbone.
No wonder we can't stand straight
and look up to the sun.
"Amnesia", we would plead.
Cause all we remember is how to bleed.
Have you ever heard
the sound of the wind dying?
It sounds a lot like the day we went crashing.
Jan 17, 2016
Jan 17, 2016 at 9:08 AM UTC
By nabs
There's a girl dancing to the music of life.
Summer eyes, summer child.
Playing air guitar with imagination,
drumming her little feet to the earth.
Dancing her own little rituals.
Hops and twirls. Giggling.
Jumping and clapping,
letting the joy course through her little body.
The girl grinned impishly at me,
mischievous glint in her eyes.
She run towards me and grabs my hand,
whisking me away to dance.
Each spins and hops,
Taught me how to laugh.
How to stop and wonder and dream and dream.
How to let life be breathtaking.
I didn't realize I had forgotten the simplicity of joy.
There's a little boy with sparrow wings.
Woven from the stars and the shadow.
Hands full of carefully gathered sand,
golden golden sand.
He let them go, slipping through his finger tips,
watching them get swooped away by the wind.
"Why do you do that?"
The question slipped out of my mouth.
Like an eager bird flying for the first time.
That startled me.
I thought I had long forgotten how to let my questions out.
The boy gaze at me,
His eyes swirls like oil spills
with it striking rainbows that looks
young and old on his face.
He doesn't smile, he doesn't need to.
He take my hand and guide it towards the ground,
sinking it down the golden golden sand.
Gently closing my fingers to cup at them.
They feel soft, like silk and lips.
They tickle and I loosen my grasp.
As each grain flies away from my clutch,
Flashes of images floods my mind
like a storm of wings, each
was made from memories and carries feeling.
The birth of a daughter seen by the father,
the first time someone went to the sea,
the giddiness of two people falling in love,
the sunshine reflected on your eyes.
A hand brushed a stray tear away.
The boy doesn't smile, he doesn't need to.
I didn't realize I was crying.
He looked at me and I understand.
Like little kids saying goodbye to their friends,
Memories are meant to be let go.
To not clutch them tight as to not destroy them.
Memories are too easily tainted.
So I open my palms again and said goodbye.
I'll know they'll come back, like little kids know
their friend will be back the next day.
I have never felt this free before.
There is a baby with a tuft of black hair on top.
Bundled with innocence and wonder.
She had her eyes open, she giggled.
It's her first laugh, it sparkles like fairies.
I picked her up and hold her close to me.
I run and run and run until
there's wing on my back.
Taking a leap of faith, and jump.
Soaring toward the blue blue skies for the stars
with life pumping through my veins.
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 6:43 AM UTC
By Nabs
Quiet reign over
Happiness accompanied with dread
The air stills, water freeze
Waiting
Alway waiting
The tell tale of burning ozone
How the wind blew the grass
Hard, unforgiving, preparing
Crystalized thunder
Icy fire, burning Ice
Skin prickles with anticipation
Dread and elation, what a company
Throwing sticks and stones
Fire ready and burning
Burning burning
Wishing to never be put out
To take all who dares
Shades and echo
Silence that sound too loud to be real
The drumming of hearts
Paper cranes fly wildly that day
Message bottles bobbles
Nowhere, they're going to nowhere
Nobody is singing
Song about the war of future and past
The mountains stood strong
For this is a battle they had long known
Never fear, even If they weren't here
But still the animal cower and disappear
The farmers elation
Palpable in the air
For they dance, the dance of harvest
Whilst the air becomes stiller and stiller
Waiting grew taller and longer
Drawn taut
Stings were plucked
No sound, silence, stillness
Sailors, look at the horizon
Praying to the gods that they believe in
To be able to come home
For the sirens are singing silently
About the storm that is coming
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 10:13 AM UTC
By Nabs
My love is
black black black
In their certainty
grey grey grey
In the way they make me see
white white white
In the way i know
your red red heart
would never beat
in tangent with
my monochrome heart.
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 9:34 AM UTC
By Nabs
They call me a fun sucker
For pointing out that was wrong
For speaking out
About the discriminations that rot humanity
Some asked," why are you like this?"
"Why can't You just lay back and stop being so serious?"
"Why can't You just let it be?"
Or in other words 'why can't i shut up?'
Just because
I'm tired of having to swallow down my words
To be told to swallow down so many times
As if that is what all I'm good at
They don't care if I was choking
Just because
I'm tired of people carelessly making jokes
About issues that shouldn't be made fun off
Shouldn't be made into the **** of a joke
Cause while you're laughing, They're screaming
Just because
People like to slap labels on other people
Cause it's easier to box them down
Into simple brand than as a complex being
Easier to determine which one superior, which one inferior
As if we are products, not human
They called me a rebel
For defying the norm
For not accepting that skins colors and what you have down your pants iare limits
For not conforming to their rules to the playground
Just because they say it's right, doesnt mean its true
They say, ignorance is bliss
But I don't think I can sleep, ignoring the screams just cause it didn't happen to me
Cause how can they blind them self
To the injustice of the world
The way they pile the bodies
And set them aflame
Just because
I will not hide my self, any longer
I will not be ashamed of who I am
And for that I will fight
For that I will not bow down to oppression
I will not bow down to any kind of oppression
You can stick your silly labels to my back
Kick me on the sides, Beats me up
You can try to bring me down
But I will promise you
I will drag you down to hell with me too
Cause this is my home also
None of you, big kids could bully us to go
Cause you think you could burn me down
As if I am a house made of sticks
Didnt you know that to light me up means that you going to burn too?
For I fight for what is right
Even if in this ocean of poison there's barely any lights
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 6:18 AM UTC