"obscurely" poems
Humans are stardust.
Nothing more
Nothing less.
We, being stardust, are also energy.
So we cannot be created
Nor destroyed.
Only reborn, constantly.
And I think there's something
Just lovely about that.
I think the reason some of us like the smell of gasoline,
Or the smell of a charred grill,
Or just things burning,
Is because that's what they say space smells like.
And think those few of us
Who enjoy the smell of gasoline,
Charred grills,
And burning things,
Are those of us who somewhat remember
Being nothing more, and nothing less, than a star.
And I think the only people who can remember being stardust
Are the newest and oldest of souls.
Because they're the ones closest to both
The beginning
And the end.
And, while I know it hurts to remember
Things you cannot fathom,
I think there's something beautiful--
Strangely beautiful.
Obscurely beautiful,
In having lived so many lives
Yet still remembering when you were the very first you.
Humans are stardust.
Nothing more,
Nothing less.
We, being stardust, are also energy.
So we cannot be created
Nor destroyed.
Only reborn, constantly.
And I think there's something
Just lovely about that.
Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 12:57 PM UTC
And you as well must die, beloved dust,
And all your beauty stand you in no stead;
This flawless, vital hand, this perfect head,
This body of flame and steel, before the gust
Of Death, or under his autumnal frost,
Shall be as any leaf, be no less dead
Than the first leaf that fell,—this wonder fled.
Altered, estranged, disintegrated, lost.
Nor shall my love avail you in your hour.
In spite of all my love, you will arise
Upon that day and wander down the air
Obscurely as the unattended flower,
It mattering not how beautiful you were,
Or how beloved above all else that dies.
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Intrusive thoughts
Enamoring fiend
Amidst an enchanting euphoric rapture
my apotheosis complex washes away
like knives to my throat
in a deluge of familiar burning healing
How I crave to abdicate Self
Oh unrelinquishing,
(r)
e lusive Soul;
(c)
Abandoning me to languish
In this castigating material existence
Slowly
feeling
My faith wavering
Withering
to the point
of nihility
Layer by layer
Shed my illusions
Shatter my Ego
So maybe I'll realize
Real enlightenment
Because I stopped caring for humanity ages ago.
If misery loves company
How can even I feel lonely
Alone to my thoughts
In a crowd of my peers?
Just keep up appearances ;)
You all look so oblivious with boxes over your heads...
Obscurely I yearn to be lucid
But instead am welcomed
by livid disdain
I just want to watch the world burn
An inferno; more ****** to churn
for my every advance she spurned
don't object my grotesque romance
or squander it in a moment of happenstance;
rather, project a mental image by perchance
Of me pursuing an remembrance
of the past,
in the present; instead of looking forward
to the pen I wield in hand;
Dubiously proclaimed mightier than the sword
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 1:13 PM UTC
And you as well must die, beloved dust, And
all your beauty stand you in no stead; This
flawless vital hand, this perfect head, This
body of flame and steel, before the gust of
Death, or under his autumnal frost, Shall be
as any leaf, be no less dead than the first
leaf that fell this wonder fled. Altered,
estranged, disintegrated, lost. Nor shall my
love avail you in your hour. In spite of all my
love, you will arise upon that day and wander
down the air obscurely as the unattended
flower, it mattering not how beautiful you
were, or how beloved above all else that dies.
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 7:01 AM UTC
Enclosed in this body
I find myself terribly alone
people who are supposed to be mine; I don't understand their customs even though we share same language
how can we share same culture, bonding, skin colour and religion?
I find this bizarre- strange, and defying
though I did not want; I am forced to hear the stories
participate in this wildness of rituals, judgemental games
these rituals, maddening remarks and cultural scores
majorly- religious obsession; I find this bizarre, fanatic, humiliating
I, just feel, absurdly, obscurely and intensely alone
officially, I resigned from feeling too human.
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 9:11 AM UTC
Its funny how you've always looked at someone but you've never really seen them. Like you've seen their physical appearance but you haven't really seen them until you've spoken to them and seen what they're really like. You've always looked at them but you never saw them for who they truly are. Its like once you speak to them all the walls of perceptions you've built up of them broke down in to tiny pieces and now you're building a completely new wall from scrap. Its like the veils have been removed from your eyes and the new wall seems obscurely beautiful. No flaws and imperfections and you stand completely in awe at the beauty of this new wall until something unfortunate happens for you to see it differently. Like now you see the wall has cracks and holes that probably were there all along, you just failed to notice I because you were blinded by their perfection all along. You never even saw it possible for them to have imperfections. Funny how the perception you've built of this person just changes so much in an instant.
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 12:48 AM UTC
eternal sorrow breeds
eternal apologies
a succinct series of sorries
stretched out for years
i sacrifice my innate interior
to the naifs who know me not
obscurely tarnished & dimmed
one love plagues my skeleton
naivety levitates from relevance
for the new ones have been ruined
& so i repeat:
regurgitating the same remorse
just in a new direction
Feb 7, 2010
Feb 7, 2010 at 6:59 PM UTC
From a bang and a big black hole
They say we arose
Hunched and furry and lacking cognizance
Grunting and glaring obscurely at the simplest of matter
That we are evolved Hominids
What an insult to so high and handsome a species
To the level of our intellect
To the stance of the master of our conception
To the grandeur of the Cherubim in-between which He dwells
To His creative ability
They go on with unabated audacity
To present us with ‘evidence’ of such theory
In an attempt to nullify the Word of His Lordship
Reduce it to but a figment of imaginative minds
They seek to re-establish the beginning
Subject the present to their will
And recourse the direction of the future
With an intent to dethrone The Alpha and Omega
For ages they have spurred violence upon the nations
While their forked tongues spoke for peace
Imposed the segregation of a race by physical demeanor
While their forked tongues spoke for unity
Instituted oppression of peoples
While their forked tongues spoke for liberation
And as they weave their intricate design
To hurl the world into confusion
Tying the loose ends in knots of theories
Which they fabricate basis to support
Then pass off as sense
All that remains is that there is only one truth
The truth that has survived interrogation and trial
And everything else is nonsense
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 8:59 AM UTC
Octopus your skilled dexterity
have given you great mastery
You reach out so intelligently
wavering and poking your arms at me
With your stain of peril you do dis me
Your great disguise I hardly see
You extricate your slippery self free
The depths of the ocean answer your plea
You are original, your shape especially
You dance with your arms so delicately
You are a magical creature of the sea
You live so different and obscurely
In rough, dark waters you bond so clearly
Your life remains a mystery
The traces and forms you make so sweetly
will win my respect so permanently
So much like you, I'd like to be
to live with you down in the sea
We would be friends, you and me
to achieve our mighty destiny
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 8:31 AM UTC
It started as a gnawing
in my stomach- not
butterflies of love
but the anticipation
of flirting with death.
There after, I'd race cars
down empty streets and
sing louder than the speakers
overpowering blue and red
sirens behind me.
Liquor rolled down my throat
like dice on the gambling table
the first time I bet my luck and
held your hand.
Midnight's like those were the
times when the barrels of loaded
guns seemed as tempting
as the sweet kiss of your lips.
Sep 12, 2015
Sep 12, 2015 at 4:36 PM UTC
Fear,
you make my body quake
leave cracks in my esteem
and invite doubts
to harbor and fester as you
send a shiver down my spine
to drown my fire.
Fear,
you soak up all the syllables.
that I was to mutter
so I stumble
and stand there mute
with my stomach heavy with nausea.
Fear,
I take guilt bites
as I am lost in panicky howls.
while you lay out procrastination unevenly
and drink from the reservoir of my energy.
Fear,
you trick my potential
wipe out my credential
leave nothing but
raspy and rough remnants for me
to draw from.
Fear,
you rule the beats of my heart
pulling me out at the first hello.
you grip me,
whisper obscurely
whilst darkness grasps my sense
and wraps my dreams with dark matter.
Fear,
with you my my soul
remains parched like the desert,
and my brain wrecked with nervosity
as the sensation spreads across my body.
But Fear,
I want to be one step ahead
of you this time.
I don’t want my fate to collapse
beneath your decisions.
Fear,
I want to spell courage louder
than your stifling whispers
as I embrace opportunities
regardless of how daunting and risky you paint it to be.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 8:38 AM UTC
Oh something suggestive of sadness
Oh a whimsical statement of fact
Now a pretentious realization
finally something obscurely abstract.
A rough attempt at continuity
A subject change, failing that
Then a talk about someone's feelings
And something else rhyming with that
Now To think of an ending
Now something pensive is said
The standard rhetorical question
Something off the top of your head.
Jul 15, 2010
Jul 15, 2010 at 4:53 AM UTC
There is a dark musk in the air,
the breeze in my lungs explode with despair,
a remark of my tribulation,
my forlorn, eternal damnation,
the burden of my affliction,
my relinquish, my submission,
my loss, my plague,
this abandonment, vague.
-
The hour approaches where I renounce histrionics,
this ridiculous existence, shallow and ironic,
-
as I slash through these weeds,
I become ever weary,
trying to grow soon-to-bloom seeds,
I can’t conceive clearly,
what I had set out to do first,
yet I encounter pain, and wish for rebirth.
-
I look upon obscurely scribed lines
and take them as commands
and as I gaze up
I realize I have failed to meet their demands.
-
the blood on my hands, and in my thoughts,
the bodies in my mind, turn to be naught
to frequently miscarry and meet with disaster,
just to be in the shadow of another caster,
makes one wish for eternal rest faster.
-
a prisoner an only go so long,
before hating his cell,
ask for another,
and hate the most recent still.
-
yet I yearn, yet I crave
for the love of another and better days
-
all the while, forsaken stress
consumes me blind
how can it be possible
when I again fail to find
that which I seek, ever so
and continue to be, ever alone,
although those who speak of which they know nothing of
will one day find themselves answering above,
-
I find myself fallen and broken
with no trace I had slipped
no one to me my answer spoken
without as much as a quip
so shall it be, so shall it stay,
I will arbitrarily search for the light of day,
i honor perseverance, and my vigil stays,
As I seek, need and want, the light of day.
Jan 19, 2013
Jan 19, 2013 at 11:52 PM UTC
1.
The trembling of a maple tree:
Autumn buries spring.
Not everything
Hoped for came to be.
2.
The future happened and was not a sum
Of my earlier projections;
Newer directions
Proved I took stock in the obscurely dumb.
3.
If a pathway to another life
Could be fashioned immediately
I'd have no need to be
Treading the edge of a knife.
4.
The crooked palms, the bleached concrete—
All mine. My eyes have usurped them,
Just as the hacked phlegm
Of a *** supplants the street.
Feb 12, 2014
Feb 12, 2014 at 3:41 PM UTC
Misty mem’ries down murky highways
Of sinking ships down dark alley drains
There dreams there too have sadly sunken
With hopes of life obscurely ashen.
May these paper boats find their way out
To flow back in endless paradise
Then I’ll surely know without a doubt
I’ve set my heart there again to rise.
Though we may cross a different path
Or flow on different waterways
Please know we’ll meet there a moment too
When rivers meet at the vast blue space.
Feb 7, 2022
Feb 7, 2022 at 7:22 AM UTC
I'm so ******* unhappy
and I wish somebody could sit here
and tell me tomorrow will be better
but truthfully
I've been through so many tomorrows
and so many last nights
that no matter how many pretty words they whisper
nothing will change.
So close your eyes, my love, and I promise you
nothing will change.
And I'll keep walking slower
and not listening
because I've got nowhere to be and nothing to hear
in this god forsaken, obscurely dark world.
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 1:24 PM UTC
People and bodies
Lay, stand, sit, walk
Some run.
Clamor makes
the room silent.
Chattering voices.
Muffled, scratchy intercoms.
The phones
ring, ring, bleep, bleep.
Children laugh
they cry
they scream.
Impatiently angry faces
wait for departure
from their lives at
hand.
But who are they?
Mothers, fathers, and children
of course.
Perhaps the obscurely famous,
Agents or senators,
artists and daredevils.
A solider on a two-day leave.
Models, maybe more.
And where will they go?
Some go to more stress.
Some go to say goodbye.
Some go to places unseen.
Others to love.
Others to home.
No matter where
they just want to
leave here.
May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 8:52 AM UTC
astride the pale horse
into the devasted inner sanctum of the mind-less city
she was there in the barest cloak of filthy rags and clinging children
she said "25 cents if you want me here, 50 cents for there
and a dollar for the primal opening"
she smiled...her broken teeth glistening obscurely in the obsenity
--
we
-----
the one eyed one legged child crawled on and into the alley
begging the garbage cans to yield him some food
the refuse was swirling around the feet
of all the refugees
the pale horse moved on
the rider had no choice but to go along
----
we have no choice
-----
astride the pale horse we move along
Dec 9, 2010
Dec 9, 2010 at 9:52 AM UTC
As the fog settles in the fields
Relaxing into cold dew drops
Heavying the wheatgrass
Bending to kiss the warm earth
I, too, bend under a weight.
While the fox is lost in the arcane
Frantic and shadowed
Shifting obscurely in the underbrush
Shivering from the dark and damp
I, too, shiver in obscurity.
I, too, shiver in obscurity
Shivering from the dark and damp
Shifting obscurely in the underbrush
Frantic and shadowed
While the fox is lost in the arcane.
I, too, bend under a weight.
Bending to kiss the warm earth
Heavying the wheatgrass
Relaxing into cold dew drops
As the fog settles in the fields.
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 1:53 AM UTC
Self contamination charred an insurgent heart,
A soul's frail remnants combatively desecrate.
Fading to nothingness, his being a mere hull,
Wailing goes unheard in this putrid hollow den.
The air's stench reflective of a fowl sordid life.
Insatiable quenchless greed paired with vainglory
Gives rise to full-scale fated annihilation,
Detachment and desolation seize sanity.
Obscurely repressed memories randomly flash,
Shadows appear and ill willed voices resonate.
Through mad distorted conceptualization,
He envisions himself stepping out of his doom.
Delusional thoughts provoke him to attempt flight,
Somehow elude his inevitable demise...
Yet enfeeblement proves to be victorious,
Powerless to climb he resigns to the darkness.......
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 12:28 AM UTC
Half past the darkness
in solitude, I once lived.
Obscured in a room was freedom,
where hope is nowhere to be found.
A candle without a kindle,
a corner freezing in sorrow,
a heart that was left broken,
excruciatingly, accompanied with pain.
Tomorrow, I have learned to hate.
Another day, I have learned to forget.
Shadow, I became to befriend.
Alone, I became to embrace.
Half past the darkness
another being came for me to live.
Imminent in a room is freedom,
where hope is everywhere to be found.
A candle igniting a kindle,
a corner melting in enthusiasm,
a heart repairing itself,
poignantly, recovering from pain.
Tomorrow, I am beginning to love.
Another day, I am beginning to anticipate.
Shadow, fading obscurely.
Alone, I am no more.
Half past the darkness
God sent this being to me.
The reason may be unknown, but
enlightened today I am,
the vision of hope, and
the name of his, I have come to know.
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 9:53 PM UTC
Designing my life
was by choice
and the BLUEPRINT
was obscurely lost
Is this what I
decided to be
the changes are many
with highs and lows
Blood spilled,
sweat drenched
with crocodile tears
yet I press on
My BLUEPRINT
was rewritten and
destroyed several times over
yet I press on
Pages will turn in the
new chapters of my life
and this remains key...
don't be afraid to fail
Sometime you need to
walk through open doors
and often times
they need to be kicked in.
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 1:53 AM UTC
Forever was never till now,
The beauty of her kiss floated
As the petals of a (springing) flower
toward my face
And, obscurely taken back by the
Silent solidarity of (a pair of)
Mused bodies forming an
atmosphere of its own;
I slipped deeply into realms of our company
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 10:15 AM UTC