"noticable" poems
i had a thought.
i ran out of my room,
down the hallway,
and into the bathroom.
i wriggled out of my worn down, tie dye shirt.
hopping up and down as i pull off my
high-waisted jeans, pulling my pant leg with my foot as i
trample the dark denim to the ground.
i stand there naked, in front of the
harsh, full length mirror.
combing my fingers through my natural, wavy hair.
i contort my face in disgust, cocking
my head slightly to the side.
i close my eyes, and take one deep breath in.
when i open my eyes,
the reflection staring back at me is a thin, natural
beauty.
Her smooth ivory skin glows in the
silvery reflective glass.
Her stomach is flat and toned.
Her ******* lay on Her chest in perfect
proportion to the rest of her petite frame.
i run my fingers down the sides of my body.
my palms trailing along, dipping and
rising with the mounds beneath my skin.
i close my eyes and open them again,
this time taking my reflection for
what it really is.
i am fat.
my skin is pink and spotted with freckles the
colour of blood.
my stomach hangs low, covering the part
a man should see when i'm naked.
my ******* are big.
but not in the way you'd like them to be.
they lay there, sort of lop-sided.
hanging just above my ribs. Another place for
fat to take over.
the cuts on my thighs are hardly noticable
next to
all
that
fat
i can see tears in the eyes of the reflection staring back at me,
but i am numb.
i thought correctly. i am
fat. i am ugly.
Nobody in their right mind would want to
love me.
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 6:18 PM UTC
The old tainted laamp
Waits on the wood
Where wall meets wall.
Waiting
for a lightening bolt to strike
in me.
Waiting for uniqueness
to flow.
Giving something as
noticable as the glow it once shed.
Yet storms are
delaying waiting for
their moment
to wake me up.
But as we both wait
for the unique
We'll just
sit
and stare
at each other.
Feb 4, 2011
Feb 4, 2011 at 9:57 PM UTC
The women conspiring
She meant no pain
Her life is shadowy
She grew in beauty
Naturally she put on a show
Well noticable
In depths where her gut meets her heart
high voltage force, igniting
She was privileged, leaving hell
She could've freed the flocks in captivity
She closed her eyelids
Casual steps in vein
A void, cutting her insides
A wonderment why her point of view remains
Pure apology exchanged
Sight darkened when her eyes are opened
Unexpected she prays
How do I change
All expectations she never needed
Opinion unraveling, she pleaded
"Where is forwards deliverance"
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 1:43 AM UTC
Our eyes are evidence of things noticable to us.
We becomr the spotlight to other wild side.
They are our camera gathering things, as they comes.
Similar to a microscope highlighting object closer to us.
We must ask ourselves?
Why are we afraid of being followed?
To some, it's because of the creeping and the sneaking.
Notice, how quick cheaters apologize.
When they are caught.
The camera catches things we shouldn't do.
Similar to a recording tape recording your abuse upon others.
There's no denying truth, when it placed before you.
Action!
Lights!
Camera!
Will you be caught.
Remember, the eyes only see, what you expose?
Life's evidence for us all.
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 10:43 AM UTC
the wall was high
it was thick too
but it wasn't her fault
every boy
every lie
every ex friend
every disappointment
just added another brick
layers on top of layers of bricks
it wasnt noticable until looked at as a whole
the wall was high but not impossible to destroy
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 10:36 AM UTC
that girl walks down the hallways owning the show,
that girl acts as if thoose voices in the background dont even phase her,
that girl walks on with a smile, laughing at thoose voices in the background encouraging them even,
that girl raises her hand in class and answers correctly, getting the answer right, with claps in her ears she still acts as if the things in the backgound don't matter,
that girl goes to all thoose clubs and participates more than anyone else,
that girl acts as if the daggers slung at her are simply something to laugh at, something to enjoy,
but when no one's looking that girl cares, that girl becomes exactly who she truly is.
when no ones looking the grl can be quiet without people wondering "what the **** happend to her?"
when no ones looking that girl becomes mellow and lets things sink in,
when that girls by herself she let's thoose daggers slice through her flesh leaving thoose awfully noticable scars,
when no ones looking that girl can become obnoxious with thoose who society judges the most, without getting crtisized,
when that girl is alone she can't help but wonder "what the **** happend to the world? i thought this was once a place to be proud of? once a place to have pride in?"
Feb 13, 2013
Feb 13, 2013 at 7:32 PM UTC
How pathetic is it
That everytime I hear the roaring
Of a diesel engine
I turn around to glance
Secretly hoping it may be you
But you sold your truck,
And you no longer come out
To this part of town.
How pathetic is it that everytime a sad song
Creeps up on me
On the radio
My heart begins to pound
And the sound of your voice
Swirls around in my brain
Like a never ending vortex
And I'm reminded
Of everything you once said
The song may be over,
But I still remember it word from word
And I always seem to find it
Still stuck in my head
How pathetic is it
That still to this day
You're the only soul that's ever gotten
To me
So deep you pierced my heart
Your mark is within me forever
And it never will heal
The scar will forever be noticable
How pathetic is it
That when I lay down at night
I replay the whole past in my head
I remember every word
Every detail
And the exact way you said my name
And If you said my name
One last time
I then could die a happy girl
How pathetic is it
That you control my every day
Yet I have not seen you in almost a year
And you are always there waiting for
Me
In my dreams
I just can't seem to escape from you
And once I awake
I'm left feeling as if a hole was punched
Through my chest
I feel so empty
Maybe tonight I'll be able to
Get you off my mind for a little
When my blood is flooded with alcohol
Even then,
You cross my mind and I feel
Myself wallowing in my own sorrow
Dreaming of the future we could have had
And wondering where it all went wrong
Its beyond pathetic knowing
I'll never get over you
Even though you're over me
And long gone
Never to return to this part of town
I'm pathetic and I'll admit it
Only because maybe you'll see
I need you
And come back and save me
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC
The tree reached up to the sky, desolate and derelict
It's moribund image that of a skeletal hand thrusting from the grave, awash with
new found life.
It seemed almost painted on to the gloomy backdrop of grey clouds
inky darkness smeared across the horizon.
I watched, saying nothing. The sight had jarred into my senses, like a replay of magpies stuttering
across my path earlier that day, spreading out from the treetops.
And still, I watched. Not the tree itself, we had passed it as soon as
found it, the bus knows no scenic route procrastination. But in my mind,
I saw it. There is light now.
After the clouds, there is rain, and after the rain there is life, nourishing
and fertilising, after the bleakness of winter, we see life anew.
There is light now, growing stronger. Faint, but gathering momentum. Those that
listen can hear. Those that feel can see, those that live can breathe, those that
love, can know. For the brief harmony of Nirvana, the union and entwining
of the self and the divine, a lifetime's work can be realised. Still, light and
warmth. More noticable, ever expanding. I breathe the same air as those
around me. We drink the same water. We eat from the same ground. Yet
a million different thoughts separate a million of us. A million different visions
born of the same source. And then I remember. It's all just a trip. Safe
journey. Enjoy the ride.
Jan 24, 2012
Jan 24, 2012 at 11:57 AM UTC
She walks through the door,
Confidently
Her personality shines bright
She is a light kite that flies through the sky
Fearlessly
Joy is everywhere she goes
She struts around with noticable feeling
And that feeling is happiness
Never shows doubt;
In anyone or anything
Always looking for someone to help
Without ever needing to tell
And her friends agree that they do not see
One flaw in this girl
This girl, is radiant.
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 9:56 PM UTC
They sat Together
on the porch with Their hot chocolate
now beginning to chill
He had so much to tell Her
how He felt
how He saw Her
how much She mattered to Him
He was so embarrassed to share His feelings
He was even worried
as to how HIs breath made clouds in the cold air
Hers were not as noticable
there were many things keeping Them apart
the slight mount of snow building between Them
the frigidness of the cold air
and the secrets
the secrets
hanging around Him
like the halo of the snow angel
She had made earlier that night
the love He had for Her
as refreshing as the cool air
against Her soft cheeks
yet He was afraid of it
He took Her hand in his
stared Her in the eye
and gathered His courage
then She said "I Love You"
Nov 28, 2011
Nov 28, 2011 at 2:30 PM UTC
The silhouette of your body
Is noticable from across the world.
Your eyes -candy.
Lips -taste of sugar.
The rugged scruff scratching my face
Only burns after the fact.
After.
Chests beating
A thousands times per minute.
Huming birds
Fetching nectar to keep the world alive.
Look at me though.
I want to get lost,
And only with you.
I want to get lost with you
To find you.
To find us.
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 12:57 PM UTC
I am trying not to blame you
For what you cannot change
You are more than a paper doll
With pieces to pick, pull apart, and exchange
Your words are smooth satin
Can't help but suspect your nonchalance
Know I can be standoffish
It's simply an automatic response
Patterns I am used to
Behavior I am around
Have me guarded for great reason
Heartache all I have ever found
It is not your fault you hurt me
Instead it's mine for expecting you to keep
Promises when you have shown before
You will only break them and make me weep
No noticable change in behavior
Don't know why I'm surprised
Don't know why I thought anything would be different
Need to accept a future of secrets and lies
I meet new obstacles daily
Alibis I have to chop down
I think I've finally given up
Only a matter of time til I drown
Weeks passed since any bliss touched our lives
With each day that goes by we deepen the space
Driving ourselves insane with obsession
Madly in love with you, but you only love the chase
A game of tug-o'-war neither can win
Love has us struggling to get along and agree
It is time to realize I'll never change you
Just like you cannot change me
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 8:23 PM UTC
Why does one write?
What fickle emotion caused an individual to pour their thoughts into this fickle little beach we call reality?
Is it joy?
Such a blooming emotion that sends gentle waves that lap upon the shore,
Changing the way it looks over time,
Until one day it is unrecognizable lest you squint your eyes really hard,
and turn your head just-so.
Is it love?
That soaring thing that can bring new perspective to a shore that you have seemingly memorized through years of meandering along it's lengths,
Making everything bright and new again.
Is it anger?
A maelstrom that drives into the shore with an almost unatural fervor,
Furrowing and scarring the shoreline in a single night,
But it's effect lingers for many years to come.
Is it nostalgia?
That message in a bottle that you always seem to stumble into while exploring the shore's short length,
Only to realize that the messages have arrived always just a bit too late,
Not enough to cause a noticable impact upon the beach to an outsider,
But brings new meaning to the person who finds it.
Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 10:24 PM UTC
be still as stereo,
so you can peep the wilting filigree
of the blooming expanse
we rarely ever care to choke on.
breathe is a question
whispered by oceans and i use
it coax this **** out of
lotus seeds.
why?
Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 10:30 PM UTC
I like those carnivorous butterflies that eat you from the inside out
They look beautiful at first until you realize the red color of their wings isn't just for decoration
Their little mouths of sharp teeth are hardly noticable
But then you look down and see a hole in your body
and you ask yourself how you didn't notice it
You were too busy looking at the butterflies that you didn't see them eat your heart out
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 10:29 PM UTC