"proximately" poems
Life's hard when you have no one
To talk to
No one
To rely on
Your mother does not believe in you
No one supports you
Your family members constantly underestimate
What you are capable of doing and whats not
You are literally in a negative circle
Proximately in the ring
And friends are the ones who are
Always there for you
Through ups and down
Through thick and thin
But it comes to realization that
Friends don't stick long enough
Friends do come and go
And the word 'forever' is often misused
Until it loses it's own meaning
No one believes in forever now
No such thing as eternal love
Cause that's all ********
And all that left is You
You are always there for me
When they's no one
You watch me grow
You listen to every inexplicable words inside of me
Because You know better
Than the rest.
So, thank You.
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 6:38 AM UTC
They danced the bow,
an ole' burning skiff;
never taking his hands from her helm.
Did he even blink?
Blinded by the heat of her omnipotence.
He tried to discern her face proximately;
the impermeable remnants of
the flame impaired his vision .
Frère Charles couldn’t distill an elixir strong enough
to manipulate his compass’s rationale.
The ripest grapes, the deepest roots,
her herbaceous lips; his soulless old boots
laced with diffidence.
A despondent moon, a tear,
the asymmetry in her shadow.
She, whom he blindly confided in,
is painting a landscape of a fairytale.
The lily’s blossom eternally,
the dirt taste like chocolate,
her oceans motions
propagate love.
When?
He’ll never know.
His imagination undulates in wildflowers,
while she swims inauspiciously
in stormy seas.
Inevitably, a slave to the wave,
he thank her forest for the oak he step.
The old oak is opinionated,
and charred.
Heedless it seem,
full mast against the wind;
somewhere their currents will convene.
A confluence relentless and unyielding;
even Moses ponder.
Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 11:26 AM UTC
My fists are clenched
held to my chest
unending fear
proximately near
to the space containing my breath
My knuckles white
my skin drawn tight
the veins they pop
composure stops
the tears roll further in the night
A spot on the wall
to give it my all
the hole is wide
just like inside
the rift in my chest filled with gall
The moment gone
the distance long
time passes quick
my eyes are tricked
what I once thought truth is now wrong
You are the key
come set me free
uncage my wings
my heart may sing
the song it sang when you met me
The lights are dark
without the spark
of embers alive
nor hearts to thrive
no more dreams for us to embark.
My Fists Are Clenched.
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 11:20 PM UTC