"oppositely" poems
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A loss of something ever felt I—
The first that I could recollect
Bereft I was—of what I knew not
Too young that any should suspect
A Mourner walked among the children
I notwithstanding went about
As one bemoaning a Dominion
Itself the only Prince cast out—
Elder, Today, a session wiser
And fainter, too, as Wiseness is—
I find myself still softly searching
For my Delinguent Palaces—
And a Suspicion, like a Finger
Touches my Forehead now and then
That I am looking oppositely
For the site of the Kingdom of Heaven—
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Expression of emotion should never be oppressed
Trust me i know how to yell, you taught me very well,
But this is merely speaking
Hear me when I say I want to cry until we’re floating in the Dead Sea
And my heart no longer curses me with the density to sink
Im trying to escape this catastrophe,
But you coerce until my original thoughts become extinct
Hear me when i say i want to shriek until my reflection shatters
And my soul can equally and oppositely be repaired
Someday i hope my insides can scream as loud as they desire
When ill no longer live under your pharisaical empire
You want me to follow the road you paved for me,
Never falling astray,
but I guess you forget that respect goes both ways
Trust me i know how to yell, you taught me very well
But this is nowhere near
Expression of emotion should never be oppressed.
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 6:48 PM UTC
long days end soft
i quietly fold your smirks and raunchy laughter
into a neat pile
slid under the doorframe
legs crossed in a warm room
is it denial or just a sense of security?
i listen to the cars pass
and for once
i try not to think about whether you also
sit quietly in your blanket of personality
i cannot prevent the lingering hope
that you are my sweet inversion
oppositely compatible
puzzle pieces, torn apart
yet i sit here, perhaps my own inversion
enough to complete all of the equations necessary
with nothing but my own racing mind
and beating heart
so i decide not to think of you
and enjoy a moment of pause
in the soft glow of what isn't immediately apparent
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 9:36 PM UTC
Have you watched them scale the mountain?
i did.
i felt it.
they are a swarm
red and pink and orange
tightly knit
and drag through goo
crescending river
flow oppositely
it is not a volcano
will not erupt
but pools
and waits
acidic and tangy
a trigger
i have felt them
i am everest
Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 6:00 PM UTC
I told her, "I wanna write a song with you."
Her immediate reaction didn't seem very musical. But she managed to wash down her reluctance with a glass of my enthusiasm. It looked a little too hard to swallow though.
Between you and me... I think she just didn't want to hurt my feelings...
Knew that anything musical we might share in this space would come at a price. Having played piano in the past, she knows…. that every… key... requires effort. Every chord requires contact, every verse must be attacked every note ... needs impact.
Channeling all that we are and hearing the universe equally and oppositely react. Like science ... She knows there's chemistry in this musical contract.
And between you and me... I think she's scared to do that.
She houses pipes that were silenced a while back. Now all noise is mute, all lyrics refute, and the tones are all flat.
She is a little mermaid.
A villain stole her voice at the promise of companionship… and nower days what a bargain that is. String up your vocal chords and I'll meet each pained utterance with a kiss. Make a hostage of your own tongue and I will grant you bliss. I'll be the hiccup in your throat, the stutter in your sentence my sweet nothings will be the only sound you hear. The only tune you’ll dance to. The only lyrics you know.
She ... was choked, by an individual who was more shark than he was man, more predator that he was person, and after all that submersion she can’t look at love without feeling like she’s downing.
Between you and me, I think when her fin was torn into a pair of feet she found it difficult to find any other fish in the sea. Violence is nobodies natural habitat. But like I said was silenced a while back. She made to believe that like every note, each future affection would require impact. And between you and me… I really wanna change that.
I told her “I wanna write a song with you”. Not to test whether she is musically faceted but rather to see if she is still passionate. I wanted to see if my prayers had reached you yet… I wanted you to be okay. Little mermaid who was washed away. I wanted to is you fire stayed, to see you recuperate. In your time at sea you overcome bigger waves. So… sing.
Understand that are the most wonderful lyricist and your pitch and tone are not a akin heartache and woe, you can be loud. Be proud in knowledge that any music you make is only the overture, only the beginning to a symphony called “done with this **** I will hear no requiem, you’ll play no finale. The stage is not a battleground. Let there be no more tears in which to drown, sing! Sing and make sea sirens jealous of how mermaids sound
Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 4:39 AM UTC
I struggle.
the stress of it.
not worth the result it produces.
You smile.
the strain of it.
not worth the sadness it reduces.
You cry.
always alone.
always in the deepness of night.
I find.
never soon enough.
new ways to bring the light.
I am.
turned the wrong right way round.
making me consistently inconsistent.
You are.
a compass of life.
caring, giving, patient and persistent.
You wear.
a mask of lives.
a carefully constructed web of lies.
I bring.
a depth of right.
that your strength of will defies.
We are.
two sides.
always oppositely opposing.
We share.
impossibly.
the feelings we're imposing.
I struggle.
no more.
careworn becomes carefree.
You smile.
a passion filled effort.
as it always was meant to be.
Feb 18, 2012
Feb 18, 2012 at 5:34 AM UTC
The first lines are always the hardest to cross
For they're unbroken segments of a beginning;
A new story to tell/ told from a different perspective
Intended to refresh and revitalize your eyes
And your Heart
Starting with your desire to live free
Oppositely of a stand/ a quick wash in the rain
As crazy as it sounds all lines can break
Pulled taught to the point tensions snap
Our bridge and one becomes two
The real value of the lines we cross
Is they're crossed with you
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 8:17 PM UTC
Two oppositely charged beings that attract and react to form a single unified norm come from a storm.
A weather situation of their own creation.
A temporary station until its collapse to trepidation.
Feb 16, 2011
Feb 16, 2011 at 10:22 PM UTC
Contradiction
Impossible, it captivates:
Alone while surrounded,
Crumbling while steadfast,
Contentedly miserable,
Actively apathetic,
The lazy activist,
Cynically optimistic,
Knowledgably ignorant,
Falling from support,
A teary smile.
It is all of us;
But mostly it is me,
Out of balance with no direction to go.
Then there’s my reference;
Wayward and fleeting,
It has arrived with new purpose.
It is hear to stay.
Yet my reference is also a contradiction,
As unbalanced as I.
But where I am black it is white,
Empty where I overflow,
Floating when I sink
Yet, as chaotic static can become equal to silence,
Or many waves will calm each other;
So is my reference.
My mirror
And how better to see yourself but through a mirror?
My reference is my mirror
Oppositely identical;
And so we too are a contradiction
How unlikely?
How fated.
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 2:04 AM UTC
So why do you say it with such a disdained voice?
Is it not beggars choice that reveals thee?
Do you aim to hurt in return?
Not knowing another way to be kind,
Why do one thing and say another?
Are your promises nothing more than dust in the wind?
Your claim to some enlightened state,
While the reality of you exists oppositely.
You cannot fathom the consequences of the projection you put on and take off,
Alls well that may end well,
But with your choices will you?
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 4:09 PM UTC
stop.
breathe.
slow.
leeee.
my heart races as i watch your gentle paces but everything you do seems gentle and every time i see you it's monumental because my mind moves so fast it even falls behind itself as if a thousand thoughts are moving, but with stealth, because as i see you walking by, each second seems to beckon a thousand more thoughts, leaving me a thousand times more fraught with emotions i never do process, yet in acknowledging this i have made progress, progress that will undoubtedly be undone by some internal battle that remains unwon and unlost, a stalemate between two sides fighting for the same thing, my hands stuck to my face like a magnet to a steel plate, two things uniting oppositely charged particles, as my brain continues to write this long, boring, hopeless article, understanding that as you walk away, the feeling doesn't stay... and everything.... slows..... down...... in....... the........ worst......... kind.......... of........... way............
don't.
leave.
love.
meeee.
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 10:19 AM UTC
Trust me i know how to yell, you taught me very well,
But this is merely speaking
I thought if I screamed you'd finally
Hear me when I say I want to cry until we’re floating in the Dead Sea
And my heart no longer curses me with the density to sink
I thought you might feel the teeth gnawing inside
These bones, these veins
Ripping my heart and destroying my brain
But of course you didn't, I've done this since I was five
Im trying to escape this catastrophe,
But you coerce until my original thoughts become extinct
Hear me when i say i want to shriek until my reflection shatters
And my soul can equally and oppositely be repaired
Someday i hope my insides can scream as loud as they desire
When ill no longer live under your pharisaical empire
Trust me i know how to yell, you taught me very well
But this is nowhere near
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 11:54 PM UTC
You see, I left because I...
I was scared.
Things were flying by fast, I was cold, and it felt like you weren't there.
'Yes I am the one that left, but that does not mean that I don't care.
Things moved so fast, and by things, I mean time, and I could not take the time and rewind, so Time with you was just so rare.
Time, ha..., time is funny like that
We always talked about it.
"Remember" was my thing, and "what if while" was yours.
Then time got serious as did we.
That's when I got scared despite my words said so oppositely.
But I never lied.
I never lied about anything serious, and I mean that so **** seriously.
My only lies were to get more time with you for me to hold.
In your arms, I felt like I hit gold.
I never wanted to let go.
But since I was scared, I did.
I would do anything to let my sorrow show.
I'm sorry for breaking your heart. But I am thanking you allowed me in your arms and fixed mine. I am forever in your debt and with that you can always call me your man.
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 3:50 AM UTC
Oppositely drectioned forces
Make a whirling pool
They drag in and out the particles
From the vacuum
The array of choices
Lies unread locked away
It requires interest
Entropy waylays
The diagrams are skewed
In a wind inward
That is captured
In line of word
The pull is downwards
Arbitrary assignations
Make that so;
Graphite legitimations
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 12:34 PM UTC
*there are nights and days
I started to think
had enough struggles
had enough pain
surprisingly, the thought worked
quite oppositely
I involved in
many tough situations which I am not
able to handle
when real enthusiasm came
situations got cleared
like dark clouds after the rain.
Life I don't get it
your schemes and plans
I just want to be a spectator
you drive me to the future
am surrendered*
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 5:20 PM UTC
In the beginning there _you_ were,
a particle,
like _me,_
oppositely charged,
making our attraction a foregone conclusion.
Your _resonance,_
in harmony with my quantum fingerprint,
a symphony of the stars,
pulsing,
vibrating,
in concert with one another.
Two particles _entangled,_
always aware at a _subatomic_ level
of the other,
even light-years apart.
A connection that spans infinite distance,
breaks the barriers of time and space,
where the wormholes of the cosmos
weave the fabric of _dimensional reality._
And all along,
that _particle,_
your _soul,_
was always the one that I felt.
__Eternal.__
A flicker in the _void,_
a shared frequency,
a silent understanding.
No need for words,
no need for touch,
just the knowing.
A dance of subatomic forces,
a ballet of light and shadow,
a cosmic embrace.
The universe _whispers_ our names,
the galaxies spin our story,
the nebulae paint our portrait.
We are fragments of a whole,
reunited,
reborn.
A constant,
a truth,
an unbroken thread.
Through collapsing stars and nascent worlds,
through the birth of planets and the death of suns,
we _remain._
A silent promise,
a cosmic echo,
a love that _transcends_ all.
No beginning,
no end,
just the _infinite_ now.
___A particle,
a soul,
forever.___
Feb 18, 2025
Feb 18, 2025 at 10:09 AM UTC