"outstretching" poems
death bursted into my room tonight
awakening a deep slumber
outstretching a cold boney hand
as if offering for me to go with him
I felt no fear or sadness
I have been waiting for death to greet me
I have admired him from afar
a lover who took no chance in courting me
Until he was ready to give me an embrace
That could be defined as loving and warm
but it was sinful and alluring
flickers of sparks in his eyes
ignited a fire in my soul
a passion that I had longed for
as my hand grabbed onto his
he pulled me close in the middle of the room
he began to dance to the tune
of our heartbeats synchronizing
a beautiful symphony rang love in our ears
craning his neck
he leaned in close
inhaling the shakiness of my breath
moonlight illuminated the poison dripping
from his puckering lips
as an offering to taste
what afterlife was
it held soft undertones of an earthy aftertaste
but an overpowering intoxicating sweetness left me hungry
for just one more dip
in his suicidal serenity
moving in one fluid motion
sweeping behind me
a boney hand placed on an unclothed forearm
slowly slid up my shoulder
as another arm was placed around both hips
he pressed himself tightly against me
icy breath grazed across my neck
making hairs stand up on my arms
as a moan escaped between closed lips
he whispered a seductive I love you
as he tucked hair behind my ear
the words I longed to hear
were met with a sharp knife
placed in open hands
and a crooked smile
spread across his face
it was at that moment
I came to the realization
to become his fully
my beautiful souls light
must burn out
to match his souls decayed state
no persuasion was needed
I longed for this moment
now the time was finally right
steady right hand raised
the elongated blade
"together forever..."
death breathlessly whispered
as a swift motion
punctured my abdomen
breath was taken out of my lungs
knees buckled
as death dropped me to the floor
tears of bliss flowed from my eyes
staining mascara streaks on flushed cheeks
I peer around the room to greet my lover
in another embrace with my final breaths
but im alone
left with a bloodied knife in hand
but this forbidden passion of a deaths dance
was only used to take ones soul
not give it the life it craved
laughing through the flood of tears
not even in death was I loved
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 8:21 PM UTC
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Oh my soulmate and king,
This soul is lamenting prodigiously,
I stretch my spirit's breathing,
And clasp tightly into my heart,
With my other hand outstretching to the sky,
Begging for mercy to end my utmost torment,
But I end up crouching in extreme pain,
My eyes are swollen, tears dried up,
Voice are hoarsen for hours of shrieking,
To lavish pity from above.
Oh my Lord and Saviour,
Extend this life for my lover,
I could not afford to rest in peace from my torture,
If I won't see a glimpse of his empyrean countenance,
Oh my God, my Lord,
These knees are bruised in genuflecting for my unceasing prayers,
Beseeching for your miracle to enfold me,
I am conquering, taking aching breaths at a time,
Rolling my eyes, biting my lips and tearing in this throe,
Oh Lord God,
Give me wings just for a day,
Give strength to it and help me to spread dauntlessly and fly to where my Brandon is,
I need my king's love and comfort,
I need to tell him how I cherish him,
I need to tell him how I love him so much,
I need to hug him and let him know I will always be with him,
Though the earth be shaken and the universe disintegrate,
He will wear my love like a crown,
And my love's assurance I will settle in his ring finger,
I will secure him for a queen should protect her king,
Though I won't be physically with him for long,
For I only have a day to keep breathing,
With agony I keep holding unto my hope,
To pull me up when I arch in hurt and grief,
But my psyche will be with him 'til infinity,
Oh My Lord, I will forever be with him.
Oh my Saviour,
Just PLEASE,
If I won't make it today,
And I won't be able to tell him all I want to say,
And do all I wanna do to him,
Just please my God,
Just please remind him always that I love him alone so much,
If he shed tears in lonesomeness when I am gone,
Please wipe his tears for me,
For I won't be able to hold him physically and comfort him,
Please my God, let him feel I am always with him,
Awaken his happiness oh Lord when am gone,
Rekindle his mind to read the poems I made for him,
Lord God, shelter him with your love,
I don't wanna see him shedding tears for me,
I want to limn smile in his mouth,
But I know it will be mourning for sorrow when I am no longer in this earth,
I am fighting hard to survive for him,
But I am so weak, my strength evaporated,
My voice disappeared and my hope almost relinquish,
Just please Oh God,
Let me rest in peace knowing he is safe in your arms,
Envelop him with console and exhilaration,
Just please be with him together with me always,*
Oh Lord God, I love him so so much!
with love <3
© Earl Jane
♥ E.J.C.S.
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 10:12 PM UTC
It seems places I call home are in all different spaces
The placement is unjust, miserable in all cases
Dates I can't remember, they go by so fast
The last place I came from I lost with a crash
It all gets confusing when motives aren't clear
Far-heart intentions, my mind commandeers
Actions are pointless if my love wanders long
Gone forever searching to fit where I belong
There's nowhere for me, especially where I am
Everyday I give more ***** but less of a ****
I hate being a product of a ****** up culture
My ***** of a life sends me back as I approach her
I hate those surrounding, surrounded by those that hate
Their ****** up decisions and distorted mind states
Opinions, I guess, from heads in the sand
When I'm in the clouds, I'm outstretching my hand
I swear if I leave, I won't ever come back
Homesick feelings are something I lack
Rather constant impulses of allowing my mind to roam
Missing love of my heart where in my heart is home
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 3:13 AM UTC
Down no plains of flowing grass
up no hills of trees that stand
what tips your hat?
where is your flaw?
disillusioned taste
defused for all, mimicked
in the voice of a flower
through hearts of trees, outstretching
complex, limbs hidden
simply facilitated
in common goal, conditioned
used for all;
how do you stand?
quite so tall
in divined obsession
it seems to find all
nurtured and withdrawn
concealed in fixation
no one finds your flaw
for there’s none at all
yet from deception, true love finds all
in this shambled; shrine,
not flawed in design
nurtured from unseen
confronted with existence.
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 3:20 AM UTC
I'm not afraid of the dark--
I'm afraid of the light,
that stealthy insight that looms overhead and slowly
envelopes my mind:
equal parts consolation and condemnation
of the decisions I've made and the dreams I've deferred
until tomorrow,
always tomorrow.
I can't sleep till midnight
because my mind insists on activity;
my whole being validated by three lines,
or three words,
whatever I write I become; I see.
What would you say
if I told you I count to twenty,
three times in a row after I hit snooze five times,
that I lie in bed, ruminating my failures
and the impending day,
resolute and domineering,
like an aged, hardened war general
who refuses to answer to, "I will not, sir;
I cannot do that, even for you,
or my country...sweet land of tyranny."
I think I find some meaning
and solace
in the minutes that beckon to morning
and hold fast to inevitable recycling of failure come freedom--
for, we are no longer chained by our fears when we forget
perfection.
I'll never reach that star;
I have no ladder that steep,
or hands that far reach,
outstretching past my own soiled skin--
tears that bleed.
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 1:05 AM UTC
Gentle flow,
calm, peaceful,
basic.
Bends, surrenders, river rain coursing down channels like veins,
sea break on a wooden hull, damage vessel,
cool refresh, spray against the face from an outstretching ocean, pressure, suction, vast distance.
Ship whipped to and fro sweat heaving from the skin of sailors on it's unknowable surface, blood sometimes, ice sometimes causing the ship to bleed it's passengers.
A stagnant pool seeping through mud to quench the flowers,
salt licked from the sweaty upper lip,
pure petals like soft skin replenished,
natural nectar, treat in a desert,
refined to cause explosion, rocket propelled through the atmosphere leaving vapour in it's trail.
Satisfaction beyond what was known before.
Apr 27, 2013
Apr 27, 2013 at 7:34 PM UTC
She’d been depressed at seeing how her parents had aged in just a couple of years. She hadn’t really contemplated time much before, it had seemed an endless resource.
Seeing her lying listlessly in bed, he asked “Are you ok?”
“I’m getting old,” she admitted, closing her eyes to conserve energy.
“You’re turning 20,” he stated dryly, somewhere in the darkness.
“Still,” she said, “You should know that I’ll start wrinkling, any day now, like a deflating balloon.”
“Yeah, I was afraid of that.” He said. She opened her eyes and looked at him soberly.
“You’re almost 27, are you getting crows feet?” He flinched away from her outstretching hand.
“No,” He responded confidently, but he checked his reflection in her dorm room mirror.
“Soon, your libido will flag,” she informed him solemnly, taking his hand for comfort.
He slipped off the bed and gently closed the bedroom door with a casual swipe of his hand.
“You should start eating fiber,” she gasped, “and retirement planning!”
“I’ve got a few good months left..” he said, as he came back to the bed and started unbuttoning the top of her yellow dress, “I might need someone, in the medical field, to keep an eye on me.”
“I could do that,” she smiled, as his button work progressed, “I do need more clinical hours.”
Aug 22, 2023
Aug 22, 2023 at 7:51 AM UTC
_As the twilight contracts
And outstretching sleep escapes me,
The darkness offers me its small hand to hold,
Sighing gratefully for the flame I place in the window
To pass the night through._
Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 1:49 AM UTC
Outside cars line up ticketed
Rickety in a rusty mist of San Francisco fog
High heel and blonde echoing up to my window.
The traffic is light
The stars are distant and bright
A night in present to be remembered falsely
We take many things for granted
A laugh bounds against the high wall of this city's illusion
Many smiles, many grins, along with many ruins
I thought we were being bombed today
Work between my fingers the lights flickered above me
And I thought, "This is the day I die, and I die alone."
Around these corner alleyways the meter maids purr
Transcending human emotion ordered by rules & safety
The wind feels no guilt when it destroys
The Earth, ocean, and fire neither
These elementals, they play with us like pawn pieces
We can only bow and obey
At noon the abstract grip their baskets
Made of pencil lead, plastic, and porcelain
Hours pass and the power they wished for
Slips through their shaking, cracked fingers
At least the weather is good here
All good things appear near
An abundance of ripe fortitude
Makes solitude precious & everlasting
Hold fast to true strength and virtue
The darkest hour produces the greatest light
Hold fast to your skills and talents
Challenges shape the ones who will not be fallen
"TIghter," ordered the tailor, a drop of sweat dangling from his nose,
"Attention to the detail, this will not be a failure."
Concentrating, the apprentice's hands shaking, squinted his one good eye
Into the thin hole of the needle, the other side infinities void
The bare fire was outrageous with how little heat it was giving
His hands shaking from the cold, the wind hoarse
Outstretching pale fingers, the thread through the needle
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 1:24 PM UTC
With blistered determination
We cling to the life-giving ***
Bending double on wobbling hope
We scrap on the bored earth
Begging for a mouthful.
A gift bestowed upon us
Like King Solomon with many wives
To multiply and fill the world
Is to fill the world with smiles and flowers
The rainbow family
The best out of the worst
The blest to school the rest.
Like a stamp and a letter
We stick together
Bleating and bleeding together
Looking in the eyes of the foe
We sit huddled round the dying fire
The embers bequeathed from our past -
The spirits in the wind chanting songs
Of love and peace.
Our eyes have gone numb
Gawking and hawking without cease
The sullen skies of old hope
That invisible palm outstretching
From the melting clouds of distress
''O ye get this vital itaal''
Mannah from your sleepy gods(dogs?)
The pendulum knocks
Against the walls of our minds
Reminding us of our covenant
With the gods of belief
To live our lives as an explanation
The story of the plaintive shadows
From the land of black and white rainbows
And rusting sunrises and sunsets.
Look into the splintered mirror
And you see the dream
A frosty webbed apparition
On the misted glass
Disbelief?
Then scrap on the ***** lozenge
On your underwear and sniff!
Till death do us party
We will always declare our presence
Beaten on one cheek
Donate another cheek
Once beaten twice shine
Do not let your bitterness glow by night
For one day for all this
Toiling and drowning in sweat and blood
Someone will pay.
-dougwa-
Mar 3, 2012
Mar 3, 2012 at 2:32 AM UTC
the river winding down below
the rushing sounds of rapids flow
while high above the trees I stand
to breathe the wonders of this land
vast pines outstretching toward the sky
give shelter to the fowl that fly
the covered rocks and earth that stay
stuck forever in their place
for years on end this place has been
untouched by man, untouched by sin
to some it may seem boring, though
to be in such a place alone
hidden in hills, surrounded by stone
but, for me,
it's coming home
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 9:01 PM UTC
Her glossy, black pupils meet the ancient, but thoroughly clean, mirror.
In a state when one can stare into the eyes of themselves staring into their own eyes.
She releases the twisted towel and without hesitation the thick curls fall onto her still dampened shoulders.
She slowly reaches forward, carefully outstretching her hand to smear the steam from the mirror too cold for its temperature to have been altered.
The shoulder droplets formed together and created two diminutive streams that rolled down her lower back.
With her reflection no longer obscured, she stared at her mirror image that was staring into her eyes.
They smiled at her when they realized that she was no longer alone.
Aug 15, 2012
Aug 15, 2012 at 8:55 PM UTC
Warmth clings to my back
Like a comforting blanket
The rays piercing my skin
and at last it is Spring.
Bring me blossom, pink as confetti
Like it is raining petals from Heaven
The petals fall on my face
and at last it is Spring.
The wings of the dove flap above
Guiding my way through the wood
Mushrooms I do not recognise cling to trees
and at last it it is Spring.
Bulbs, the daffodil and the bluebell
stir from their nice warm beds.
Outstretching their leaves to the sky
and at last it is Spring.
The doves, bluebells and mushrooms
and the warmth of the Spring midday sun
Remind me of my youth and that is not a bad thing
I am just glad that Spring has begun.
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 5:32 AM UTC
"You're as simple as the sea"
I said, and I mean it now.
From afar you are beautiful, well,
Picturesque. An outstretching body of calm.
Shades of blue and inky depths, well,
Hidden from view, but none the less.
This romantic view drew me to you, but I forgot
The stormy days
Out at sea. It screams blue and green,
It engulfs me. It breaks against my little boat,
Rips, drifts, washes away any hope that I have left
Of surviving long enough to see these shifting waters
Tinged angry red, as the sun rises over us
In your single bed.
Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 9:23 PM UTC
Me & You
Can we just be everything, imaginary?
Like two miniature figurines
Dancing inside Snow Globes
traveling to exotic places
staring at our faces
all the wonders of the world,
never blinking, a little divination
Oh, so romantic
your hair on my laces
Here we go, little beings,
visiting heavens in the tiniest spaces
Like Alice & the Rabbit
marching through Wonderland
Wizardry and magic,
and Kisses in the attic
Touching cold skin
and all that heavy breathing
Hearts racing fast
Piercing the clouds
Outstretching the rainbows
in double dash karts
Just me and you together,
in our field of enchantment
Imagine
this entrapment
Forever, the satisfaction
Desire.. endearment
Intimate sweetness
Your lips on mine,
Can you even feel this?
How do we describe
this imaginary feeling!?
<3
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 6:51 AM UTC
We are the seeds in the shadow.
We are all we are just now.
We are dormant.
We are waiting.
We are agitated.
We are restless.
We are itching our way out of our skins.
We are learning to set forth.
We are outstretching.
We are reaching towards ourselves.
We are water.
We are light.
We are the seeds in the shadow.
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 6:40 PM UTC
A God visits a city,
An Omnipotent One whom
Walks among the dire,
And a woman passes through.
Suddenly she sees God
And her face falls to the ground,
Her blood runs cold
And she feels death coming to her.
But God was confounded,
In all the scared places
In all the faces of even astonished angels,
And the Holy spirits that stopped
To witness the moment,
God did not bring about
Her final moment.
And God remained silent
Outstretching His arms.
But the quaking woman would not
Raise her face from the dust
Where people trampled
On the concrete day in and day out
In inept and rushing,
Still even more a lone tree
Buried among the concrete jungle
Shook in fear,
And the consecrated moment changed.
God,
Mercurial and fiery,
Compassionate and understanding,
Did not and could accept
The woman's reaction,
God with His arms outstretched
Would reach for every human,
And every human still
Trembled in His presence.
And God left the city,
His amorous presence could
Not inspire the people with
Holy reactions of love and embrace
For their true Father.
And God went unto the Heavens,
Arms outstretched,
Alone and omnipresent.
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 1:04 PM UTC
And if I shall lay down tonight do not cry for my pain, but please rejoice in my name. It's what I've always dreamed, to save someone from their torment, twisted, plagued dreams. Though it seems my time was cut short it has not however because it was passed onto that victim. That person who was neck deep in the sand the one who would be lost if no one had dared wade into their sight. they all warned me not to go that I would be stuck that they couldn't be saved. That's sadly just not how I work if I had done that I could no longer function in my mind I would instead be broken and lost in my head. I hope that in time you'll all see this to be true that the greatest gift us as protectors can give is my life for you. So please do not mourn my fall or condemn the one whom you've thought to have taken it all. Know that I loved this life and it was my honor to have saved you in your strife, do not think that your indebted to my sins because they have been payed for by your loving grin. go live and walk in the light. Now think of the Beauty of the sight of my outstretching wings as I rise in the light and imagine me it's wonderful I can finally do it I can protect them all at night.
Every inch of my being would stand up for the little guy, I always have no matter how bad the beating.
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 1:17 AM UTC
Two roads diverged in a wood
so I sat down on a bench nearby.
I watched as wanderers walked,
ambling or ambitious,
choosing their own fate.
Some stood a while.
Some sat next to me, twiddling their thumbs in ways no longer lonely,
outstretching their physical means to find a mentor or guide.
Some prevailed.
Others plopped down next to the bench, cross-legged with their heads in the hands or meditating with their fingers in the air.
I stared off for sometime.
Travelers came and went, boarding trains to near and far. Others didn't need the tracks but longed for them anyway.
I sat there for years, wearing the same old hat and coat, wearing thin elsewhere. Who do I want to be? Where am I going? What is my purpose? The only answer ever arriving in the form of some weary-eyed traveler.
We would lock eyes, expose our souls, mutter remorse for it, and they would move on.
And then I would watch the wanderers walk some more.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 9:24 PM UTC
dear god please
stop your ******* mess
stop ******* with my head
and hiding in my bed
and outstretching for my heart
and wrenching it apart
and playing with my hands
and laughing cause you can't
retain anything in
from hurting me within
and ******* with my mess
my mess of a heart
so ripped and torn apart
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 1:17 PM UTC
the first time I saw Algernon
I was sure, God existed,
but He'd looked away for a second too long
and Algernon was bred, born in that shadow
of the Lord's lashes
the first time I saw Algernon,
the world felt wider
and it all lead to his hands
every road outstretched to meet his feet
Algernon made my life feel precarious,
like it'd topple
delicate as a tightrope of cornsilk
and he tugged on it as so
the first time I saw Algernon,
his eyes bore into me
chipped away at me
like patient cleave to reluctant marble
if a feeling could be a man,
summarily, he was a wrenching kind of curiosity
just like when I'd have that dangerous appetite
to flip to the final page of the book I'd only just begun,
far too ahead of myself
just to see
pore over those unexpected words
though I knew it would only be trouble
the trouble with trouble
is that I am, in some sick way,
eager to see it
the trouble with Algernon was
he kept wise
and kept me none the wiser
he looked on me as a child would a bird with a broken wing
morbidly
I cannot help you, but for the sake
of my yet untainted conscience,
I will convince myself I can
and let you die somewhere I can see
like the final page
and the cats tongue I ended up on
the band around my finger
the bite that never lost its teeth
the first time I saw Algernon,
it was a repetition of motion
some calculated corrosion
like gnashing fang
and shadow
and outstretching road
and patient cleave
and he was much,
too much
like me
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 12:51 AM UTC
Wondering in my illusion...
Confused like a left behind bee
With my bed tasting every part of me
Empty full,empty full d brain goes in unison.
Got it! Yes, Got it!
Best castle ever built in d air
What else,we already there
Do it! Yes, Do it!
Rising on my feet,perfect time to take the next step,time to walk
I think I shld Hav a cup of tea bfor outstretching dat leg
A *** of soup, dear leg,more time I beg
Oh Miss stone heard about the Smith's let's have a talk
There goes a bird, it's flying! It has wings!
There is G. Bush,he is a man, he is walking with two legs!
Ohw! Legs, let's outstretch Now, in our heads we've hurt no eggs
Time to take d next step,bfore dat, a cup of coffee pls.
NBA, La liga,Rugby nation,nd Mr Cricket
Soap, Opera's, Mark Spencer, D$G, Trinidad and Tobago
My jaw aches, dear pillow I need ur kiss, a journey awaits to forego
It's night already,lets sleep more ND enjoy d lullaby of the owl and cricket.
Ohw! Legs, our walk,our journey, do you forget?
Move fast! Move fast!.. What I see is blur
Our castle, My castle where have you gone?!,at afar I saw it's windows, neigh I see no door.
Like a smoke in its habitat, it has vanished,hello sweet regret.
Would have lived like a prince ND danced like a princess in her cot
Talked with Bush ND eaten with the queen
Owned NBA, Trinidad and Tobago.....yes would have.. Yes would have
Dressed like a king nd slept like a baby.. Of course would have, of course would have
But No! It's not
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 2:30 AM UTC
Everytime I say your name
I imagine a blurred landscape
between the mist and the mountains
And among those mountains there is art
that has half-drawn you,
reminding yourself
while you are among the fog
That confusing fog of ups and downs
will have covered your hair completely
before I can portray your face
So I forget the face with your name
but not your art neither the memory
Cause the memories fly but
without your art
Because among the mists
and the mountains
I still can read your hair and your trails
that you have roamed so much with me
I do not rhyme or measure because,
along with you, the world's verses
will make sense more than ever
And outstretching my arm and the brush
the pen spilling ink on the paper
I will write a verse and I will paint you
a portrait as the fog
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 5:09 PM UTC
The fall leaves dance upon the wind
A spiral of excitement
A chill blows shivers up and down
The air breathes heavy silence
A wisp of cold crisp winters breath
Bring vibrant colored sounds
A sky of marbled purple hues
Connect the heavens to the ground
Outstretching sky of speechless beauty
Brushed with strokes of life
Scents and colors fill the air
As day bows down to night
As the twilight washes over
One by one it all appears
The endless destinations
On a sea of time revealed
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 1:07 PM UTC