"nebulousness" poems
precious innocent soul
skipping rocks
on cobblestone roads
vulnerable untarnished pure
no residue of earthly soil
return me to that naiveté
unburdened by layers
of fake masks
and perfect capped teeth
in narcissistic societies
but I shan’t grasp
at ethereal edges
of nebulousness
and ephemeral
innocence
i shall endure
what I abhor
a master’s soul
cannot be forged
in paradise
wisdom’s essence
‘tis not pristine white
hints of ivory
tinge the effervescence
of the sage’s breath
©2016janetaylor
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 11:53 AM UTC
nebulous
it is best for the beast in us
it is easier with the rest of us
it is not
anything
it is absolutely
nothing
therefore
detach
kick back relax
non-nebulousness
it is a task
it is a strain on the heart in us
it is harder for the sane in us
just
be nebulous
Feb 23, 2012
Feb 23, 2012 at 4:06 PM UTC
The dawn breaks as the sun sets anew
It's beautiful to be reminded; here's another promise
Of bigger opportunities or another breakthrough
This lilac sky holds the truth
That we are limitless, we are boundless
As our stories comes to unfold
We are not just a bag of bones
We are the nebulousness that fills voids
We are not just a vessel of consciousness
We are the seeds of the Universe.
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 6:49 PM UTC
I wanna write about you.
And I do.
You drip off the end of my pen,
Off the blinking line of my cursor,
And fill up white space
With the nebulousness of what you are to me;
Your cumulonimbus formlessness.
Enter.
Pause.
A moment of consideration.
I am constantly unsure of what this all means.
I love you.
You’re bad for me.
I might be bad for you in return.
I want you.
I don’t want anything and I burn for you,
I write for you,
I pine when I am a creature of pragmatism and action.
You don’t want me the same in return, if you do at all.
The absence of you is terrifying.
The absence of you was a relief.
With you I am elated.
With you I feel as though you slowly pull my heart apart,
As though you forcefeed me hope,
For I am unable to do anything else but wish for—
Change
—when we are together,
Though I know it is impossible,
Unlikely enough to deserve the word.
I can see the planes of your skin, feel
Them beneath my fingers
I can trace their lines with my mind’s
Tongue.
Wishing is pointless with you.
I know this and still cry for the moon.
Jan 22, 2019
Jan 22, 2019 at 2:58 AM UTC
The past carries heaviness
and the future holds nebulousness
— Moza
Aug 22, 2020
Aug 22, 2020 at 9:44 PM UTC