"nulling" poems
Vacivity feels abstract, yet maims nether ends
Burgeoning to habitual like repeated ******
Overcoming this notion of occurring widdiful
By consummation within myself
Nulling unfurling wounds
Garbed in a crimson lagoon
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 6:06 PM UTC
Where were we when you quit the sound?
Caught in distance while you hung around
Encased inside of our own menial pursuit
Flaunting desperation as a constant survival
As you battled death in your combat boots
There is no glory with fate as your rival
What were you seeing in your distorted mind?
As you ate your last words and ecstaticly dined
At the chemical festival of illusions' absorbtion
How far did your gaze stroll onto the other side?
did you meet with an end or the start of damnation?
In which lonely drawer do your dreams now reside?
Where have the remnants of life made their grave?
Are they in the lingering regret that you've paved?
Through each flash of your face and casket sight
The delusional rebirth of your presence revealing;
Fragments of ended realities giving spark to night
Burning sigils into visions of a broken feeling
Flame lit sketches etched across a charred eulogy
Only a name remains lying in the wake of a memory
Pieces scattered amongst an unfitting resting place
Conflicting beauties molding a divine contrast
A devil laid to rest in the midst of holy space
One shade of diversity on a bland earthly cast
Echoes of descension from this dimming black sky
Adorning each reflection with your hollow eyes
Complexions left searching for an answer to hold
As to how lifes' vigor can so swiftly fall to decay
And,The aging of dignity resembling every tale told
Seems to shine a reality check on this tragic play
A nulling backdrop for this cemetary playground
Where the kings and queens become tediously crowned
With a sickly ailment that reaks of dalipidation
The stench of the end atop an eternal retrospect
Glaring back with the most sincere of validations
That the fallen live on as our recollections resurect
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 10:41 PM UTC
In moments like these,
His breathless whisper,
Silent and comforting.
Soft eyes, believing,
Words like music,
That flow in a soothing ebb,
Ever so ecstatic in form.
If only I could know.
And in that tide of pure happiness,
That fraction of a second,
Wherein only the purest joy exists.
When our eyes meet,
To be known, to matter.
For that brief moment of time,
When the veil drops,
And he peers into my soul.
The warmth in his eyes,
Nulling out everything
That makes life miserable.
To know that at that moment,
My existence matters,
And I'm not someone,
In
The
Background.
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 11:15 AM UTC
You’re Beautiful stirred my cockles
Made me blush
Although much more thrillin’ than Calvin Trillin
Your vers libre’ is so jaded mon cheri
You crave more
You deserve more
Like the snowflakes in the park
So why waste your virtue on knaves?
Let your fingers do the walking
Try groping the grotto
Nulling the void
Close your eyes and enjoy the moment
At least it’s *** with someone you love
Then enjoy the simpler pleasures of life
Write-on
Dec 29, 2010
Dec 29, 2010 at 2:16 AM UTC
Maybe i dont deserve love.
Maybe all the time ive spent
Staring at the second hand
On the clock waiting for love
Was wasted because the clock turned out to be broken.
Maybe my other half just doesnt exist like a sock thats come out of the dryer and cant find its match.
Maybe God has just been shaking his head at me wondering why i act the way i do.
Maybe im just a mess who thinks too highly of herself and is too arrogant and sets standards too high therefore nulling and voiding anyone who could love me.
Maybe i have become so set on finding "the one" that ive forgotten the people in front of me (whoever they might be).
Maybe i dont deserve love because
I dont think i do.
And that is exactly what scares me.
Maybe i dont think i deserve to be loved.
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 11:02 PM UTC
Dear ribbons of waterflame,
gold, green and blue
swathes itself around my palms,
becoming
a ball of radiant waters that floats in
cupped hands and at the thought of
love, it buds and curls like a lily's
petal
and
the years of hushed times
eat at my very soul, nulling
deafening me to the music
of the mint-dark sky,
of the flame-thorn sun
of the bone-white stars
My feet are kissed by the
star-studded shores, washing,
relieving the
fragments of my shattered
past
I keep the shell of my hope
shielded
in my ***** near the heart
My eyes dancing zultanites
With my gaze on the horizon
rise the clouds of trouble
How long will I plan to thrive
when I am but a shrinking violet
cold, iced with scorn
but
I am the Mistress of Waterflame
Daughter of the Mers
and
Scion of the Dragon Line
So blood will bend and billow
like flowers
So fits the one of the skies and sea
An expert who delivers in
the trade of
death
But the hope in my ***** pulses
As my bloodlust evulses
As I dream of the warmth that will soothe my weary
May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 4:27 PM UTC
slapped awake
by the cold
hard hand of morning
forced out of a nulling comfort
not experienced, just remembered
yearning to return
to blackened silence,
of world, and mind
as progressing hours pass
the craving deepens
along with the hope of a return
to blackened silence,
of world, and mind
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 12:43 PM UTC