"perplexes" poems
What hellish feeling
This wait that perplexes me
When will I find you
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 10:27 PM UTC
*A bantam sounds afternoon tidings as the iron weathervane points Northeast ..
Both silhouettes as endearing a sight as my eyes could
ever witness ...
Astral nights , my amour ..Colorful light illustrations brushstroke the East ,
The edge of the Milky Way perplexes , I bask in it's subtle persuasion ..
Wind battled score and five year Pines sound timorous refrains , offering great euphonic consolation* ..
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 7:52 PM UTC
In my sleep I see a hummingbird
Initially it seems a bit absurd
However it to me it is speaking
Of a peace that I have been seeking
As it hovers over the flowers so peacefully
It seems to have a message specifically meant for me
To what end I cannot tell
Every emotion begins to swell
Stopper of time
Is this my moment to shine?
Nectar taken in order to nourish
Will this flower continue to flourish?
The message it’s trying to tell me has me in a trance
It is not here without happenstance
Is this dream my new reality?
One can only hope to see
Yet to be here only for the here and now
Perplexes me somehow
Stopper of time lands on my window sill
Happiness, peace, contentment if time stands still.
May 30, 2012
May 30, 2012 at 10:16 AM UTC
Insecurity; breeds inferiority.
Empty, cold and broken.
What's lacking now, forever hopeless.
Those eyes; encompass my soul.
A mirror is what you see.
My looking glass, it's so tempting.
It's what you'll never know that perplexes me.
How could you not? In a world so isolating.
What your future holds, terrifies me.
© 2013 Christina Jackson
Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 11:00 PM UTC
The terrifying teeth chatter into the crimson lips of a wound up smile, chattering along the very risen table top that draws all small toys to their finite dooms. While breaths sour hour upon hour, each idling ear suffocates the last gasping breaths of its epicurean syllabic tongue, drizzling down the stomach like melt water from a cubic glacier in an ornamental silver tub, and sternly quibbles the stem-like dactyls drawing rose champagne into a fissure of the brain's tumescent humming.
Each finger tips' nail rouge and red, each dry crevice sewn into the knuckles, and a leaflet on sadism near the scratchy illegible lines whittled on the topside of the wrists and the slalom runs of the ankle. The ankle sinister. The ghost-like hallow sockets of where eyes could have once be seen. Plaster and albicant-like dying death white skins forbade from the Flushing streets where the jazz dance once began. And with each nellypotted hop, three useless nuisances could not carry the bridle towards each nearly favorite sound that curiosity enslaved man to lean towards.
The women weirded out by corners, plastic-wrapped furniture in outdoor corridors, where sinners veil their retreats into state run triage centers. Fake plastic countertops built from fake plastic trees. With an M14's muzzle stiffening and shuttering, she who vents off her cured romances will always find herself flaccid on rubber knees. The disease of the plea, is once more an affectation of not falling for royalty but instead the royal we. There is this weapon of fraud that perplexes geneticists, that enslaves heterosexuals, where albeit nor the time or place, she venerates the libations that her mind creates, she lubricates her cells, dressing, her skin ripening, heaven trickling across her humble nape, where gentleness is only a fool's disease and need.
She. We. Heathens of eternity bowing our breaths in grand hyperbole see. I see she, and she sees me.
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 3:28 AM UTC
Confined to the minds barrels,
trapped inside four white, wooden walls
that wash me with light;
creating eternity. An eternity
where your face is forced forth
with splintered teeth, wood grain whispers.
Air evades my lungs
breathing in, panic, locked
away. To stay and rot. My tongue
may become a meal; I don’t need words in here.
This chambers grand design
is an endless emptiness.
My mind’s faced with this shameless
white graceless space which
aggravates my dark creativity.
This great sin in me is great and willing me
to spill the hate hidden deep.
The rays rebound perpetually. The silence
perplexes me. Perplexes me. The silence
confined to the double barrels.
Your face, perpetually, stretching its imprint
across these walls. Blurring, screaming terror.
Eyes open, burning, comfort in the darkness
learning the eyelids inner charms.
Not the vastness. Eyes open. Terror.
Tear away these fantasies;
isolations imagination identifies with my demons.
The blank space is filled with cacophonies,
agony, smiles in the emptiness stretch beyond capacity. Silence.
Whispers, these wood grain whispers splinter my eardrums.
No matter how I try to pick (axe) them out,
this imaginary pencil doesn’t dig deep enough.
I hear no calligraphy. No beauty
finds me in here, this box of light
holds my plight and creates a world where I know no night.
I hold no right, I cannot wrong,
there’s nothing left, I hold no rite,
there’s no day to escape for sleep,
no knight to bring me dreams, no left to take me to the right place,
I am so bereft of time. Am I dead?
Dying? Lying here in wait, lying to myself,
declining in health. Declining life.
The silence is hexing,
dissecting each piece of what’s left of me.
The canvas screams, it wants to know my nightmares,
to feel their bloodied paint on its flesh.
I’m the worm in the water.
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 1:29 PM UTC
Iphone, laptops, and the internet is to make us all smarter
But it makes us all dumber, and life alot harder
Microwaves, bread makers, electric can openers so we can save time
To help us make supper on less of a dime
We no longer talk to friends we text
Ment to bring us closer but it's more like a hex
Want to see a sunset just look on a screen
Don't go outside that would be obscene
We spend all our time at work to buy possessions
It's like an obsession
This material world perplexes me
It's all around me, you see
Ment to bring us closer, save us money, and time
But we are always working so much, it's more like a crime
No time for family, friend or mother nature
In this material world we've fallen into a crater
Wouldn't it be funny if the plug was pulled
And we would have to go back to using hand tools
I think we all would turn into drooling fools
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 10:44 AM UTC
Iphone, laptops, and the internet is to make us all smarter
But it makes us all dumber, and life alot harder
Microwaves, bread makers, electric can openers so we can save time
To help us make supper on less of a dime
We no longer talk to friends we text
Ment to bring us closer but it's more like a hex
Want to see a sunset just look on a screen
Don't go outside that would be obscene
We spend all our time at work to buy possessions
It's like an obsession
This material world perplexes me
It's all around me, you see
Ment to bring us closer, save us money, and time
But we are always working so much it's more like a crime
No time for family, friend or mother nature
In this material world we've fallen into a crater
Wouldn't it be funny if the plug was pulled
And we would have to go back to using hand tools
I think we all would turn into drooling fools
Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 2:23 PM UTC
Picture-perfect spectacle, splattered upon the canvas
White canvas polka-dotted, splashed, smacked
With an ensemble of colors partaking in lively dances
Artistry exemplary, simple applause apparently apt.
It was this artist’s one shot
The proof was in the painting
The piece ; joy is what it brought
The other piece, other joy, exhilarating.
Reds, violets, blues
Pinks, greens, and orange hues
Rainbow splats and careful flats
Certain clusters of paint make me glad.
Though, like every painting painted
A hidden passage creating vexes
Faint sadness ; happiness tainted
The mind of this creator perplexes.
All the while I’ve been feeling his art
And touching the surface
Deep below was his heart
Well crafted mask that hugged his face
I shall pick his brain
Quite literally, though it’s repulsive
For this painting was his last, ashame
His retirement is messy, but in an eye of an artist
This gunpoint suicide was one that held artistic fame.
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 9:17 PM UTC
How does something so completely right feel completely wrong?
How does something make me feel at ease, yet make my dread so strong?
It's this complicated, complex problem tearing me apart
This paradoxical, puzzling thing that's ripping at my heart
It confuses me
So easily
Tap
Tap
Inside my brain
This is driving me
Insane
How does something I love so much make me feel this uneasy?
How does the thought put my head in a spin, and make me queasy?
It's this intricate, enigmatic problem I can not solve
This mysterious, mystifying thing around which I revolve
It perplexes me
So easily
Tap
Tap
Inside my head
Makes me wish that I
Was dead
These voices arguing inside me won't be quiet
No matter what I do or say
And they all belong to me
And I just wish that they would
SHUT.
UP.
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 2:01 AM UTC
My heart is a mechanism over which I have no control
My heart is a weapon I use against myself
My heart is a conglomeration of mixed up emotions
My heart is a tattered and torn but still somehow beating vessel
My heart is a complete and utter paradox; it perplexes even myself
My heart is heavy artillery ready to open fire on me at any moment
My heart is a solitary device, driven only by its own selfish and foolish desires
My heart is a kindergarten craft project, held together weakly with superglue,
but each fragile piece created with care
My heart is the antithesis of progress,
the opposite of what I need to remain sane
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 7:06 PM UTC
*Something in the eyes I see
Disturbs and perplexes me,
Somehow through thy sallow skin
The hue reflects deep hurt within,
Gentle line of thin red lips
Engaged within a smile's eclipse.
Mona Lisa lost in rhyme
Write for me, just one more time?*
M.
13 December 2015
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 4:49 AM UTC
Convey to a new perception,
Not which is material,
Nor that spoils a mind,
Rather reconstitute,
An equilibrium,
See in between the lines,
Of simple complexity,
That perplexes the mind,
To ask why,
Material over intelligence,
Has such prevalence,
Over I and you,
Conduct rational thought,
That leads to logic,
Instead of inferior emotions,
An effortless current,
Of massive debris,
Lets clean this pollution,
Filled of greed, hate, envy,
*** race, money, religion,
Political, material, self loathing thoughts,
In exchange intelligence,
Efficiency, common sense,
Of practical applications,
Ranging from nothing to everything,
Let it reign intelligence,
From the skies,
Onto these dumbfounded lands,
So one day everyone knows,
c = 3.00 × 108 m/s,
Is how slow we should think,
And how fast we should move
Sep 6, 2010
Sep 6, 2010 at 10:34 PM UTC
Your simplicity perplexes me
As does the audacity of your thoughts
I suppose I don't have the means
To decipher your thoughts at all
However I can only imagine
The complexity in which they consist
By the way you carry yourself
As if you, yourself, are not aware
So please do allow me to enlighten you
On the premise for my evaluation
For it all begins with a premonition
May 24, 2011
May 24, 2011 at 9:30 PM UTC
Yellow lights
Hesitation in my steps
I know the unseen
It's the tangible that perplexes
Red carpets
Unexpected pedestals rising beneath me
Appreciation long overdue
Inspired wonder
Dusted in magic
Track it in this home
***** the floor with your foot steps
Leave you finger prints on these walls
Nothing like where I am
No worries to taunt me
Clouds to catch me
This one in a million life
Jun 8, 2010
Jun 8, 2010 at 11:37 AM UTC
Staring into the limitless
An infinite spectrum of qualities
Devoted to expressing the duplicitous nature of divinity
To construct reality to hold both fabrication and purity at such equal esteem perplexes the pieces that perceive the local frame for such a minuscule amount of time and yet it binds the boundaries of evolution, attaching string after string, until every good thing becomes muddled and unclear
Not from hatred, nor fear or depravity
But from the tumultuous distinctions made when a pattern found itself being in rear to itself
And then it finds it's equilibrium once the fluidity of origin reverts attention from every intention muscled from the nudge of inner tranquility
They code or key in the magic of three
Nature begets life begets virtue to enlighten the majesty
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 10:48 PM UTC
I have been fighting for so long;
I have been trying so hard;
I have been craving for my world to be turned upside down;
For love that will finally bring me out of my mind and back down to earth.
I've been denying myself love for fear of her loss.
The possibility of...
Inevitability.
A complicated woman to adore with a warm hand to hold.
A smile that's infectious with a personality that perplexes.
I'm not ready to love, because I still seek her.
Like a long lost friend that I hope will return someday.
Proving to me that although the people we love may change;
The feeling's always the same, no matter how many times you forget.
That's the funny thing about love. It changes, but it doesn't.
Somehow it's the same.
Maybe the lips are a little different, but it's a kiss none the same!
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 7:07 AM UTC
I see the beauty in your brokenness
Your scars don't scare me
It's hard to break your walls
As hard as it is to let you in
Your body cracked to let the hint of sunlight through
But here I promise you
I'll love you when you're a storm
That wrecks me
I'll love you when you're a still day
That perplexes me
I'll love you when you're a season
That changes me
I'll love you when you're a drizzle
That touches me
Ill love you not because I have no choice
But because you saw through my twisted alleys
But because you saw through my faults
But because you chose to love me
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 4:49 PM UTC
Time means nothing
a world apart
and truth in black lines
is still subjective
Concrete emotions blend into surroundings
and the mix perplexes those
who cannot live in the gray clouds
of a pending storm
But boy does that rain smell good
the peace in the falling change
lulls the heart into a trance
hypnotic rhythms change the beat of a dying heart
Alive or almost so
the dancing droplets look like
jellyfish flowing through life
in a grace one can never hope to achieve
Life provides the weapons to win
and the power to combat all
that comes to harm
but it does not hand us discernment
To choose to fight for or against
to be who we choose or who we believe
to trust love and doubt choices
or trust choices and doubt love
We are the warriors of our destiny
in a land that never teaches us to fight
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 11:06 AM UTC
My presence perplexes me.
I wonder
Is it a good thing for me to be around?
I want to become worldly,
but awareness scares me,
yet I can’t stop my mind from wandering.
I don’t know much
about this world,
but my self stands
as the greatest unknown.
When I change, I whimper
and cry and scream beneath the shadow
of my new traits.
Losing control
This manic relapse always returns.
I roar!
Scaring those that are nearby.
I worry
I’ll be locked away in a zoo.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 9:37 AM UTC
The setting sun
Embroiders heavy,
Pregnant with rain, clouds
With hues of pink laced with gold
Up against the tranquil blue sky
The pink clouds sprawled across the solid blue
Like the wool baby blanket
You can't get yourself to give up
Sometimes
When I look up at those tangible,
Realer than life clouds
I fathom if they could possibly take me away
Zip down to me like an unidentified space craft--
I would board the clouds like a ship
And I'd be shown all
the world
All the wonders of the world,
And all the knowledge of the world not yet known to mankind
I'd escape every triviality that perplexes me daily,
Which I know shouldn't perplex me, but does anyway,
Because I'm human and sometimes I'm not as brave and noble as I want and ought to be
Bats fly overhead..
My daydreams cannot take me very far,
For they are limited to my minds synapses..
A firefly dances beside me..
The sun sets hastily
Shadows grow deeper,
Simultaneously my heart grows despondent
As the shadows of night proliferate,
Until darkness engulfs this town entirely,
Like a cloak
That incites my own inner shadows
To awaken
I dream of a day
That will be filled with elation and no more
Of this intermittent, unwanted pain
That is like birth pangs,
Unexpected and excruciating
*Sunset clouds, take me away
Take me to the paradise that my mind
Did create.*
Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 9:16 PM UTC
How you remember
to breathe let alone run a
business perplexes me..
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 7:58 AM UTC
You are the best.
You are the height of all things lovely.
You are beauty embodied in both the physical and metaphysical realms. You are all the snippets of lovely characteristics I find scattered between the other members of our race all collected into one resplendent woman.
And I get to call her mine.
And she
loves
me.
And the universe perplexes me because as to why it would bestow such a gift to me is beyond comprehension I could ever understand.
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 11:27 PM UTC