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"nebulous" poems
The distant hollow of the high mountain pass swallows the setting sun as it steals away southbound behind the coastal mountain's tangerine sunset hued silhouettes Mulberry plashed shadows pointing northward across the evergreens outstretched dimming, beneath the waning fade of each fleeting eventide Sundown ebbing asunder the wafting daylight, each gloaming of the day, helplessly a moment sooner past, transfixed further south beyond yesterday's passing azure The lazy days of summer escape unbounded, nomadic as the sea I've seen sail away before; evanescent as the beauty of the bloom summer days beheld and the memory of the fragrance they exhale The nebulous weight of the gravity is consciously denied by the truths a human heart beholds A moment’s epiphany afflicts like a rogue wave in a calm sea; the only thing my heart ever wanted remains out of reach Everything my heart needs consciously surrendering to the poignant passing moment's beauty, the falling sun at distance sets more suddenly now Lost in the undeniable certainty life's imminent season's change Eyes drawn stubbornly from presence to a sky so far away, knowing there'll be no restitution for the welling sense of loss... A bitter sweet song mummers in the silence of the absorbing spell, summer's sun stained pages of watermarked soul scribbles, time tattooed reparation for the indelible ache of a harsh grey winter loneliness Perhaps too familiar, this whelming Déjà vu that tears my soul;     that tugs at these roots but cannot sever their sacred grasp But for now, eyes fixed to the sun's inevitable tightening tether hence — to wear weary each fraying thread's  impending break Each sunset leans a deeper angle southward as it slips down through the firwood shadows; illuminating other faraway latitudes far beyond the distant horizon skies The preordained continuum unfolding what will be ... someone you used to know ... September 11, 2017 ... 7:30 PM
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Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 11:41 AM UTC
Each Sunset Leans Farther Southward
The distant hollow of the high mountain pass swallows the setting sun as it steals away southbound behind the coastal mountain's tangerine sunset hued silhouettes Mulberry plashed shadows pointing northward across the evergreens outstretched dimming, beneath the waning fade of each fleeting eventide Sundown ebbing asunder the wafting daylight, each gloaming of the day, helplessly a moment sooner past, transfixed further south beyond yesterday's passing azure The lazy days of summer escape unbounded, nomadic as the sea I've seen sail away before; evanescent as the beauty of the bloom summer days beheld and the memory of the fragrance they exhale The nebulous weight of the gravity is consciously denied by the truths a human heart beholds A moment’s epiphany afflicts like a rogue wave in a calm sea; the only thing my heart ever wanted remains out of reach Everything my heart needs consciously surrendering to the poignant passing moment's beauty, the falling sun at distance sets more suddenly now Lost in the undeniable certainty life's imminent season's change Eyes drawn stubbornly from presence to a sky so far away, knowing there'll be no restitution for the welling sense of loss... A bitter sweet song mummers in the silence of the absorbing spell, summer's sun stained pages of watermarked soul scribbles, time tattooed reparation for the indelible ache of a harsh grey winter loneliness Perhaps too familiar, this whelming Déjà vu that tears my soul;     that tugs at these roots but cannot sever their sacred grasp But for now, eyes fixed to the sun's inevitable tightening tether hence — to wear weary each fraying thread's  impending break Each sunset leans a deeper angle southward as it slips down through the firwood shadows; illuminating other faraway latitudes far beyond the distant horizon skies The preordained continuum unfolding what will be ... someone you used to know ... September 11, 2017 ... 7:30 PM
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He asked her what it's like living with anxiety. She smiled sadly, "It's a never-ending pulse-race. Like knowing you don't want to jump off a cliff but not being able to talk yourself down from it. Your fears take on a nebulous, unidentifiable form that tightens around your throat and incapacitates you. There is no calm. No peace. Only the edge of a very strained thread."
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Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 10:27 AM UTC
The World We Suffer In
I see you, monster... In your sockets bore dead, dark eyes They hold the blackest of stares Nebulous swirling pits of demise Thin lips would spout the most sibilant of hisses Every so often would curl into a snarl Dry and chapped, almost unworthy of kisses Large, rough snout, jutting out like a crag You sniff around tirelessly for easy targets Preying on the unsuspecting minds of those under your flag Tapering chin, sprouting strands of coarse hair Unkempt and gritty from your last meal Decaying teeth, crooked due to little to no care Your face is cratered; tales of trying adolescent years Wearing a face only a mother could love Expressionless but it screams out your fears Ugly jointed limbs that grew out of sync Disproportionate, misshapen, grotesque Little noggin with sparse hair, packed within, a brain that thinks I hear you, monster... As you stalk your sleepless nights Nocturnal ambience be your playground Lurking in the dark; places with no light Bulky, heavy feet but deft and silent Can barely notice when you're up and about As if cloaked yourself stealthy, with steps ever transient Respire you do, exhaling breaths so gnarly Ingesting good air, converting into fervid, loathsome notions With which you paint a portrait so ghastly I feel you monster... Deep within the recesses of my heart Destroying and distorting all that was pure Testing my will till I should fall apart You're but the twisted manifestation of conscience Feeding on my trials and nurturing them into vile abominations I despise that of you but I seem to have developed dependence I see you, monster... You're horrid and beastly, an embodiment of absolute horror I await the day that you would finally dissolve For I am weary of seeing you staring back in the mirror
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Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 9:23 PM UTC
Monster
I see you, monster... In your sockets bore dead, dark eyes They hold the blackest of stares Nebulous swirling pits of demise Thin lips would spout the most sibilant of hisses Every so often would curl into a snarl Dry and chapped, almost unworthy of kisses Large, rough snout, jutting out like a crag You sniff around tirelessly for easy targets Preying on the unsuspecting minds of those under your flag Tapering chin, sprouting strands of coarse hair Unkempt and gritty from your last meal Decaying teeth, crooked due to little to no care Your face is cratered; tales of trying adolescent years Wearing a face only a mother could love Expressionless but it screams out your fears Ugly jointed limbs that grew out of sync Disproportionate, misshapen, grotesque Little noggin with sparse hair, packed within, a brain that thinks I hear you, monster... As you stalk your sleepless nights Nocturnal ambience be your playground Lurking in the dark; places with no light Bulky, heavy feet but deft and silent Can barely notice when you're up and about As if cloaked yourself stealthy, with steps ever transient Respire you do, exhaling breaths so gnarly Ingesting good air, converting into fervid, loathsome notions With which you paint a portrait so ghastly I feel you monster... Deep within the recesses of my heart Destroying and distorting all that was pure Testing my will till I should fall apart You're but the twisted manifestation of conscience Feeding on my trials and nurturing them into vile abominations I despise that of you but I seem to have developed dependence I see you, monster... You're horrid and beastly, an embodiment of absolute horror I await the day that you would finally dissolve For I am weary of seeing you staring back in the mirror
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My son runs, wrapping arms around my nebulous waist. "l love you, Mom!"  He squeezes tighter, as if letting go would be his black hole. "I love you, too, " I squeeze back, absent mindedly.  (Where is the cream? I need coffee.) "I love you more!" he breathes, without pause. He gazes into my eyes, searching my planets. "Oh no, that can't be true," I retort. I forget the coffee, his eyes are starlight. "I love you to infinity!" he exclaims, staring harder. He wants to sail the Milky Way with me. "Me too," I reply, and remember oxygen tanks. I'm speaking in light years, and I hope the sound waves will catch up to him. His face cracks into a million years of forever, before he lets go, dancing across the universe of our livingroom, his solar system intact. At least for now.
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Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 3:58 PM UTC
To birth a star
Time frozen Horns blaring Heart thumping Palms wetted Words in whorls Nebulous thinking Thoughts in twirls Spinning in circles Gaze hypnotic Moment surreal Vision kaleidoscopic Life chromatic Living hallucinogenic Gone tripping Psychedelic eyes In psychedelic mind Once more Loved again ©  2017 Jim Davis
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Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 9:21 AM UTC
Psychedelic Mind
• will you take me into your space...•cradle me upon       the sultry limbs      of your        nebulous grace•the expansive arms of the universe, where            peaceful slumber awaits•your poetry    laden comets, bore      abundant love, all towed     in freights• gingerly drinking in the depth of your face•seemingly blindfolded, i'll tread each dark  crater•my head in a swirl        of your  majestic         trace• where        I would stumble         upon V              a love ever so...             V /     |    |   || \ (                              ) (   INTERSTELLAR   ) (                                    )
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Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 12:59 PM UTC
Interstellar
*shadows casting forward pastel edges of water colored nebulous scenes once known i fuse with deja vu in its feather-like fringe i beg for the meaning of history reliving perhaps it’s a maze tho’ previously scripted funhouse mirrors silently mock our own carnival or is it a wink? the north star is nodding a slight innuendo we’re not lost at sea perchance it’s a hint it is all an illusion a glitch in the matrix the black cat walks by i grasp for the answer and peer at the ghostly parchment paper dream as it dissolves to thin air ©2018janetaylor
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Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 3:05 AM UTC
paper dreams
A message heart delivered by a musing troubadour left footprints upon a well weathered rivers’ rocky shoal the lazy days of the summer’s simmering ethereal breezes lazily waft astir Unknown distance ‘tween yonder skies azure; thoughts of nebulous distances fearlessly ignored to be sure, connectedness sown and deference’s soar from high above, yet beyond vast breadth afar the great divide His brimful heart in hand fulfills passersby thirst needing love here, hearts on sleeves sincere, wellspring sensibilities handed out willingly here voids filled by word of quill … right now is the known needed time Glasses half empty suffused to their half full brims; do unto others you will reap just what ye sow, a poet beyond the bounds of his own demure, bearing immense understanding The quintessential essence of family love drips from heart like heavens rain, testifies the heart's purpose for being A poet’s voice speaks in soul’s timeless tongues unknown breaths from another understanding realm too deep for words; yet the word sayer struggles to see his forest ‘s poetic beauty for to see beyond the pendant beauty within its magnificent grandeur of his own gifted heart’s nurtured trees. ~ The Twist This poem was not written by me. It was written almost four years ago, lying fallow in some passing cloud. Writ for me by someone effervescently more talented than I, and one of the poets whose quality of work, and command of our shared language is something to which all of us should aspire. I post it now as yet another homage to the true author. For in reading it, never was a poem was far more clearly, an unwitting self-portrait. **It was written on August 21st, 2013 by Harlon Rivers** by Nat Lipstadt
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Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 12:53 PM UTC
Ode to a Brimful Poet...with a Twist (2013)
A message heart delivered by a musing troubadour left footprints upon a well weathered rivers’ rocky shoal the lazy days of the summer’s simmering ethereal breezes lazily waft astir Unknown distance ‘tween yonder skies azure; thoughts of nebulous distances fearlessly ignored to be sure, connectedness sown and deference’s soar from high above, yet beyond vast breadth afar the great divide His brimful heart in hand fulfills passersby thirst needing love here, hearts on sleeves sincere, wellspring sensibilities handed out willingly here voids filled by word of quill … right now is the known needed time Glasses half empty suffused to their half full brims; do unto others you will reap just what ye sow, a poet beyond the bounds of his own demure, bearing immense understanding The quintessential essence of family love drips from heart like heavens rain, testifies the heart's purpose for being A poet’s voice speaks in soul’s timeless tongues unknown breaths from another understanding realm too deep for words; yet the word sayer struggles to see his forest ‘s poetic beauty for to see beyond the pendant beauty within its magnificent grandeur of his own gifted heart’s nurtured trees. ~ The Twist This poem was not written by me. It was written almost four years ago, lying fallow in some passing cloud. Writ for me by someone effervescently more talented than I, and one of the poets whose quality of work, and command of our shared language is something to which all of us should aspire. I post it now as yet another homage to the true author. For in reading it, never was a poem was far more clearly, an unwitting self-portrait. **It was written on August 21st, 2013 by Harlon Rivers** by Nat Lipstadt
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Smell of lilacs bloom to no end—a nebulous glow of purple, perfect, and unperturbed—your poem of lilies with caution tape snug in my backpack— your pollen hundreds of miles away—a firebrick orange sung again and again. A cotton blow unlike anything colorful —a white puff of dandruff before the rain—a bouquet for your spring stitched stem by stem.
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Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 2:07 PM UTC
Flower Crown
I still don't sleep well at night sometimes. I miss you, whoever you are, or maybe I just miss having someone close to me I can put all of this love into, an outlet for my affection. Whatever the case, I spend my waking moments wondering where you are and my moments asleep wondering when. It's honestly getting harder to tell the difference between the two, the two infinite worlds of possibility where wild, unexpected things happen. Or don't. Sometimes the reality is more interesting than the dream. There's a certain sense of tranquil quiet when you're lonely that I can only appreciate for about 5 minutes before my heart grips against its iron bars, looking for a key or a file or a spoon to leap its way out of my chest to freedom and adventure. It writes Morse code letters on skipped heartbeats to you, but I am a miserable translator and I'm sorry. I'm sorry for my past, for all the wrongs I've committed in the nebulous black leviathan night, the almost-nightmare state of bleariness and hypnotic suggestibility. Clarity only comes when you spirit your marble curved likeness in the warm wooded embrace I do so long for in waking life. I ramble and you float away, O kind angel of faint hope, white stone wings beating tremendously in sync like the buzzer of an alarm clock, striking me asleep again for daylight, somnambulating across the barren black-tar desert in search of water and finding only more black sand. The nights have become more torturous without your colorless gaze. Please get here soon so I can tell you about how I've known you all my life. With fondest regards, Christian
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Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 5:50 AM UTC
Sleepless Nights Without You
I still don't sleep well at night sometimes. I miss you, whoever you are, or maybe I just miss having someone close to me I can put all of this love into, an outlet for my affection. Whatever the case, I spend my waking moments wondering where you are and my moments asleep wondering when. It's honestly getting harder to tell the difference between the two, the two infinite worlds of possibility where wild, unexpected things happen. Or don't. Sometimes the reality is more interesting than the dream. There's a certain sense of tranquil quiet when you're lonely that I can only appreciate for about 5 minutes before my heart grips against its iron bars, looking for a key or a file or a spoon to leap its way out of my chest to freedom and adventure. It writes Morse code letters on skipped heartbeats to you, but I am a miserable translator and I'm sorry. I'm sorry for my past, for all the wrongs I've committed in the nebulous black leviathan night, the almost-nightmare state of bleariness and hypnotic suggestibility. Clarity only comes when you spirit your marble curved likeness in the warm wooded embrace I do so long for in waking life. I ramble and you float away, O kind angel of faint hope, white stone wings beating tremendously in sync like the buzzer of an alarm clock, striking me asleep again for daylight, somnambulating across the barren black-tar desert in search of water and finding only more black sand. The nights have become more torturous without your colorless gaze. Please get here soon so I can tell you about how I've known you all my life. With fondest regards, Christian
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She had that octopus smile, always reaching for something. I was her small fish; her handmaid. I lived in her nebulous world for far too long. Inky confusion... There's a reason for your treason, said the old man to the shark, but Hem forgot, a beast is a beast, they do beastly things. We all have to eat. I'm done being the meal. It's your Ocean, I'm just trying to swim in it. You're an oyster, and I want your pearl, but I won't drown for it.
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Nov 16, 2021
Nov 16, 2021 at 7:34 AM UTC
I Just Want to Swim
There's no mystery about the ******* ****** Open up insert instrument rub it about until sighs, screams, moans, groans, scratches, scents, and innocence escape. Pretty simple, the ******* ****** Same with the ******* **** It should feel real good or something is going wrong and you'd better check with the someone within. The resting ****** Well, that is a daily mystery of "how do I feel about this?" 'cause there's a whole bunch of weird nebulous crap going on in the daily world leaving you feeling ****** by the end of the day. But solve that mystery with something to enlighten and entice the mood and you may just awaken that ******* ****** again. (The ******* **** Well he just seems like a less introspective, more alert and easy up, easy come little fellow. Lucky chap.)
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Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 6:08 PM UTC
There's no mystery about the ******* ******
I opened a door in the cosmos and was swallowed, ensconced by the darkness that followed. Euphoric, there you were Phantasmagoric and sidereal; I find I'm beside myself. Come along and freefall with me At the end of times O'er the cliffs of nigh We'll aspire to fire into spirals of nebulous unknown.
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Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 10:45 AM UTC
Surfing aboard a comet,
burdening my feet placed so delicately on my bruised shoulders the nebulous weight of your being is- without a question left in heart- the reason I stand stationary amongst poisonous smiles
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Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 7:54 AM UTC
Anchor My Mind
The exalt is ephemeral, sure to fade Wistful stares dance past tainted shades Rose colored lenses seep into red eyes Chest filled with knots but can't form the ties Nebulous mirror is all that is seen Want to break through but don't want to bleed Certainty fueled solely by liquid coal Envy consumes and tears into the soul Tell me I'm beautiful, loosen my chains Assent the lies and then turn off my brain Choked from the view by a chemical wall, Lust for that side but don't want it at all Desist the leers of superior ones, Desire escape and somewhere to run Pray that there is no re-occurrence, Return to me addictive reassurance.
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Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 9:09 AM UTC
Addictive Reassurance
Your sun stroked fingers smooth my dusted galaxies spoiling orbiting blues with swipes of stardust. You kiss meteors, murmur how you savored snippets of Jupiter's moons in the spaces of a poetic eclipse. Adorning Saturn's rings in your nebulous tombs, rekindling your smile with flames of lovers past. The memory is still buried within my core, a pounding resonance that evokes the bloom of summers kiss on Earth. A welcome release for the nights wandering stars.
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Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC
Alienation
In the hours of cold morning mist Come schizophrenia and creativity's loving tryst Their offspring Irrational thoughts of course insist Madness is preferable to reality Often desired and endlessly pursued Come forth The golden hours of light The nebulous darkness Cowers with weakness and fright   Irrational thoughts laughing insist After much consideration Madness is preferable to reality But the night must have its say Its arrival announced by the falling of the day   Naughty children Irrational thoughts unyielding insist Madness is preferable to reality @ copyright Tammy M Darby October 21,  2018.
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Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 7:15 AM UTC
Madness is preferable to reality
Scraggly curl hair bounces in the air wagging with whisky eyes breezy pleasing the eclectic electric hectic now mind like finding a papaya inside an oyster battery powered like a pomegranate passionfruit flower growing and glowing around my trinity heart with the noise of a sphere's galactic ****** Crystal Citrine Mountains provide water fountains of sunlight as so tye-dye t-shirt hip-cat hippos smokin' coconut shisha bathe in barrels of bourbon. Lion snakes spit words of worlds hurling nebulous timeline's spiraling and crashing and splashing baptism ripples together painting Pollack Splatters with the aroma of Byrd Jazz Jam on rye-whisky bread. Fractal Berries served by the Far Out Faerrie Ferryman Skeletan with bejeweled emerald eyes winks while I read in the reeds panting in pan-flutes while water rabbits scamper into clay enclaves to bathe in pinecone designed sand-tubs. The hieroglyphic phoenix twists and skip-scats neon green vinyl turning the wind inside out to x-ray flames of fireworks.
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Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 8:01 PM UTC
Untitled Realm # 4-Triangle.7u
*She creeps quietly into the dim lights of the city inundating gentle delicate thoughts into a deluged gray haze, lingering vacantly in fragile minds, and drifts over towns like an overcast of curtains like a nebulous blanket for she leaves with an air of mystery on little silent cat feet*
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Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 6:23 AM UTC
Fog
This nebulous life is like a puzzle dissipated, When you can't comprehend what's real, fake, clear, or faded. Clueless, mystified, seeking inspiration, Meaningless alliteration, Inadequate concentration, Diligence and dedication, What I need is a vacation.
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Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 6:49 PM UTC
Nebulous Life
if words are food for the mind, then here is a glimpse of mine if words are drugs for the brain, then here is why i'm so pained. abandoned, abhorrent abnormal, absent abstract, abuse addicted, anxious betray, bitterly blank, blasphemy bloodless, breakdown breathless, brutal captive, casually catastrophe, cautiously change, cigarettes crucial, clueless damaged, dangerous deadly, disastrous disheartened, disconcerting dramatic, dreading eager, eccentric ecstasy, eerie effete, effortless embittered, excess faded, failure faintly, fallacy faltering, fatally fearfully, finally garbage, gawky gibberish, gloomy gone, goodbye graphic, gratify hallucinate, harshly hazy, heartless hectic, helpless hesitant, hit-and-miss idiotic, idly ignorant, intimacy illogical, imaginative infatuated, intoxicated jealousy, jittery journey, journal joylessly, judicial junk, juvenile keen, killing knavish, knocking knockout, knotty knowingly, knowledge laborious, lacking lame, languishing lifeless, literature lovelorn, lugubrious madness, maintenance make-believe, malaise mean, melancholic mellow, melodramatic naff, naivety nameless, naturally nauseous, nebulous neglected, nervous oasis, objectionable obliged, obliterate oblivion, obscurity obsolete, one-and-only pacifist, pained pale, panicky paradise, paralyze passionately, passively raging, ranting rationalize, raving realistic, reasonable rebellious, reckless saboteur, sadness sake, sameness sanity, satisfactory scar, steady taint, tangled tasteless, tearful telling, temperamental terror, theoretical unaffected, uncanny uncommon, unconsciously undesirable, uneasy unfortunate, untidy vaguely, vanish vanity, vanquish versatile, vicious violence, voracious waiting, waking walkout, wanting wasteful, weary withering, wrecking if words are food for the mind, then you've seen a glimpse of mine if words are drugs for the brain, then no wonder i'm so pained. -djs
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Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 11:21 PM UTC
a glimpse of my mind
if words are food for the mind, then here is a glimpse of mine if words are drugs for the brain, then here is why i'm so pained. abandoned, abhorrent abnormal, absent abstract, abuse addicted, anxious betray, bitterly blank, blasphemy bloodless, breakdown breathless, brutal captive, casually catastrophe, cautiously change, cigarettes crucial, clueless damaged, dangerous deadly, disastrous disheartened, disconcerting dramatic, dreading eager, eccentric ecstasy, eerie effete, effortless embittered, excess faded, failure faintly, fallacy faltering, fatally fearfully, finally garbage, gawky gibberish, gloomy gone, goodbye graphic, gratify hallucinate, harshly hazy, heartless hectic, helpless hesitant, hit-and-miss idiotic, idly ignorant, intimacy illogical, imaginative infatuated, intoxicated jealousy, jittery journey, journal joylessly, judicial junk, juvenile keen, killing knavish, knocking knockout, knotty knowingly, knowledge laborious, lacking lame, languishing lifeless, literature lovelorn, lugubrious madness, maintenance make-believe, malaise mean, melancholic mellow, melodramatic naff, naivety nameless, naturally nauseous, nebulous neglected, nervous oasis, objectionable obliged, obliterate oblivion, obscurity obsolete, one-and-only pacifist, pained pale, panicky paradise, paralyze passionately, passively raging, ranting rationalize, raving realistic, reasonable rebellious, reckless saboteur, sadness sake, sameness sanity, satisfactory scar, steady taint, tangled tasteless, tearful telling, temperamental terror, theoretical unaffected, uncanny uncommon, unconsciously undesirable, uneasy unfortunate, untidy vaguely, vanish vanity, vanquish versatile, vicious violence, voracious waiting, waking walkout, wanting wasteful, weary withering, wrecking if words are food for the mind, then you've seen a glimpse of mine if words are drugs for the brain, then no wonder i'm so pained. -djs
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Gathered pieces of a great puzzle ; refreshed perspective like ocean riptides foment at the confluence collecting dark rivers’ flow Repurposing back-eddies , rejuvenation of stagnant brackish waters , inherent buried soul-shine purging from the ancient core of earth mother Light arising from the hidden depths of inner stillness as if a refilling wellspring burst forth , reawakening muted sighs unspoken Forming poetic constellations of black and bright to lighten afar the nebulous darkness , a sea of swirling ink transformed into poetry A sage opus renewed by the muse of a migrating flock , striving to discover new sacred grounds ; yet there is an undeniable song sung in the howling winds of change An incitement from a higher dialect that empowers a restoration of spirit Oeuvre uplifted by rogue waves of summoning winds , arousing that which time erases A manifest renaissance among the rousing nuances of poetic continuum , judicious to rediscover the enthralling vastitude of every breaking wave in a boundless sea of poesy Where prevailing currents stir oceans of verse eternal ; provoking a verve revival , the magnitude of an unbroken circle , ocean swells merging singularity with the omnipresent colour of uncharted depths As if thoughts are assuaged by a union of intimately touching souls with words of intangible spheres , sparking subtle shades of meaning spanning poetic immortality Transcending barriers of unexplored lexicon to manifest the immensity, enkindling rhapsody of hearts and minds    Deeply rooted soul replenishment harvested from the tree of humankind , willingly sharing without regret nor intention , with deference to the soul of one-blood, one-love enabling an enlightening metamorphosis of the human journey ... © harlon rivers ... all rights reserved
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Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 11:48 AM UTC
Harvesting Poetry from the Tree of Humankind
Gathered pieces of a great puzzle ; refreshed perspective like ocean riptides foment at the confluence collecting dark rivers’ flow Repurposing back-eddies , rejuvenation of stagnant brackish waters , inherent buried soul-shine purging from the ancient core of earth mother Light arising from the hidden depths of inner stillness as if a refilling wellspring burst forth , reawakening muted sighs unspoken Forming poetic constellations of black and bright to lighten afar the nebulous darkness , a sea of swirling ink transformed into poetry A sage opus renewed by the muse of a migrating flock , striving to discover new sacred grounds ; yet there is an undeniable song sung in the howling winds of change An incitement from a higher dialect that empowers a restoration of spirit Oeuvre uplifted by rogue waves of summoning winds , arousing that which time erases A manifest renaissance among the rousing nuances of poetic continuum , judicious to rediscover the enthralling vastitude of every breaking wave in a boundless sea of poesy Where prevailing currents stir oceans of verse eternal ; provoking a verve revival , the magnitude of an unbroken circle , ocean swells merging singularity with the omnipresent colour of uncharted depths As if thoughts are assuaged by a union of intimately touching souls with words of intangible spheres , sparking subtle shades of meaning spanning poetic immortality Transcending barriers of unexplored lexicon to manifest the immensity, enkindling rhapsody of hearts and minds    Deeply rooted soul replenishment harvested from the tree of humankind , willingly sharing without regret nor intention , with deference to the soul of one-blood, one-love enabling an enlightening metamorphosis of the human journey ... © harlon rivers ... all rights reserved
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When you sing                                                                                            I cry When as stars you shine                                                                                     I wonder                                                                                    and sigh                                                                        You live in the hollow                          of my moon                eating my shrooms You glitter bright                                                    to my arms delight Your comet eyes Milky way smile Star cluster hair Nebulous wiles                                                    and cares Have caught me intentionally                                                       unaware
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May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 11:59 PM UTC
Celestial Body
Cosmic kraken, gelatinous tentacles that choke the ventricles.. air tainted by its pungent pores... daylight darkens, its presence hearkens, for the light to shine no more... Heart is hardened vestigial veins with not blood but pain... wrinkled cartilage writhes at lore.. of the divine despair I now come to bear, graces this unworthy ***** "I beg I pardon! spare me the road to your celestial abode!"... whispered screams that scrape throat raw... silence snares... at my futile affairs... with the sadistic nexus between doors... "Oh I cannot fathom creature with unworldly features... and blade fashioned from nebulous ore... what terrors await... and to permeate.... my flesh forevermore!"
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Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 11:39 AM UTC
Bloodborne
latenight feelings over daily existence nebulous thoughts under clear eyes
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Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 6:22 PM UTC
nightlife