"realisations" poems
Search, understand, make sense of the signs
As universal energy illuminates our minds
Sceptical at times but in essence we believe
There's celestial truth in all that we percieve
Recurrently pushed down rocky roads
But those rocks have been placed there for us to decode
Realisations, higher selves, awakened minds
Take those lessons forward and the light you'll find
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 3:24 PM UTC
I never thought
I'd get off this high horse,
For my feet to touch the earth
And feel something,
No clouds to obstruct my view,
Throwing the rose tinted glasses
To the ground
And crush them into the soil,
But new realisations can be
Hard to deal with,
So I must take my time
To piece it together
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 4:24 PM UTC
a moment to reflect:
moments like two earphones; plug & play euphoria
nothing like it
if only filing them was possible –
keepskaes of the mind
hoarding is essential!
hoarding for those times of drought
drought of feelings worth the paper they are written on
writers block can ****** those who do not hoard
those painful realisations of space
space in a mind and soul worth filling,
worth emptying of shadows
worth hoarding
of
all
things
for times of drought..
Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 8:13 AM UTC
there is one truth of which i'm incandescently certain and that's that nobody can take away a truth as it darkens, a galaxy in a glass; and the truth is that i'd be the only ***** donor in a charity just for you because signals and signs have showed me your soul and you're grander than celestial poles
if i didn't know any better i'd suggest you're the sun and i'm the solar system and i orbit around you and i'm not too sure about humans having wings but imagine:
a snowy cabin some place away from civilisation, you and i and wholehearted communication, you and i and books and fictional integration, you and i and mind blowing realisations, you and i and wings outstretched souring across nations
you are the sun and i am the solar system and although i orbit you i'm never allowed to brush the surface, i'm guessing it's for a purpose so i admire from afar, a gaze stretched over constellations and the sound of your voice bouncing off stars into my hemisphere of tangled webs and ripened tears, the echoing trailing behind merely a souvenir
there is one truth of which i'm incandescently certain and that's this:
the only reason my brain hasn't stopped my heart from beating is because the thoughts of you are giving it meaning and it's hard to breathe with these overwhelming feelings but i'm coping because the broken glass holding my galaxy is healing
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 3:23 PM UTC
I am bisexual. I am sure of that.
I've been sure of it for quite some time now.
I came to realize something.
If I end up with a woman I am going to embrace the essence of everything that's broken and ****** up about me and claim it as my own and let it define my identity.
Now don't get me wrong that doesn't mean it's gonna be a sad life or that my female partner will make me miserable.
No!
We will have lots of amazing and breathtaking moments and happy yellow days.
But there will always be some gray in the corner of my vision.
Gray will never leave.
All of my depth will forever be in the back of my mind.
And depth requires some darkness.
But I will be fully me. Real me. A picture frozen in time.
However, if I end up with a man I will probably abandon my depths and my grays.
I will forever be feeling like some part of me is missing but I will be leading a whole new life which will be about learning to love myself and nothing will ever be broken.
Do I even make sense?
What does that say about me?
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 1:39 PM UTC
She held him like a dangling participle,
as mothers sometimes do.
Disconnected from her sentence,
he was held on but stiffly confused.
He possesses a birthright to her hard-wiring,
or is it mandatory?
Woman-datory?
Umbilical, precedence will or won't inherit addictive behaviours.
Likability of some traits but not others, wishing he wasn't.
More like her, realisations go awry.
Pattern of outstretched arms dangling that boy.
His diaper is off, and jettison's stream, so caution.
Hiking along the forgotten path, brambling overgrowth blocked his continuing.
He cuts a new path.
She cuts the umbilical.
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 9:39 AM UTC
the words of a stranger
a hundred realisations
a mixture of salt and water
enough to fill a bowl and a half
the words of another stranger
a cosmic shift
and an inscrutable force of will
is all it took
and some more
for her to pick herself back up
and ride on
and out of the labyrinth.
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 11:26 AM UTC
There once was a little girl who dreamed big dreams.
Dreams that rose up like flowers that blossomed in the spring.
Dreams that shine brighter than the sun on a hot summer day.
Dreams that fell down in snowflakes on a sparkling Christmas winter.
But, one night, everything changed.
The storms of reality poured down like rain drops.
Tornadoes shook all her hopes down.
Pain pierced her as she drowned in her pool of tears.
This sudden sadness she endured was at an age where she was sixteen.
She thought growing up would be a pretty thing.
Looking all glamorous as she started dressing up in leather jackets.
Boys made her feel like she was a baby doll.
Her friends started being her family.
Soon enough she had all these realisations about life.
Now all she ever wanted was to turn back the clock, and turn six again.
Amidst all that she knew the past was long gone.
Therefore she had no choice but to move on.
And dream those big dreams she wanted ever since she was that little girl.
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 12:16 PM UTC
How to approach something so intangible, with little cellular to describe to my nerves
How to make verbal something so emotional, based on psychology and civil construction
How to perceive myself appropriately despite the eroding drips that pierce progress and old photos I cling to with such immaturity
These questions all are for the same goal, that progression of the self, all those substantial, cerebral, sensual and societal realisations that I yearn for
And yet... I sit, making delusional dreams come true in screens, I sit, making deep intellectual arguments for causes that aren't my own, I sit, researching complicated **** ups and ****** withs the powerful inflict in their attempts to balance a system born broken and biased
Screens are our new ****** it seems, as we reject religion our screens let us forget that the world continues around us, or encourage us not to care
And I come to this self consciousness, this ironic hypocritical reprehension
Because I really enjoy what all these creative minds and years of work and beauteous ideas have given me, but with the same hypocritical tone, despise my compulsion to stare into pixels
As I indulge this self awareness, I know I will continue with the same mental obesity of consumption tomorrow
And there will be no hypocritical self evaluation, just self involved enjoyment
Until the moments come when I am left alone with my mind
Self conscious, reflective, feeling as the time has been lost, but my mind is too tranquilised with pixel and poster representations of reality to notice
This won't change but...
Maybe if I take some time to turn pages rather than press buttons, and stare at sunsets rather than screens
That self evaluative journey I've ignored and returned to sporadically in the reflective yet warm darkness would be less intimidating
And if nothing else, on those days where reality lies next to me filling my cerebral stomach with the undeniably existential
I might feel a bit better about those days lost to other people's stories
Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 7:24 PM UTC
Realisations of common knowledge lurk around us like shadows in the darkness.
Don’t close your eyes. Don’t turn around. Don’t turn a corner too quickly. It’s just the wind. It’s not the same car. It’s too big of a city to find you.
Dear authorities, what are you doing to help?
People from generations before mine have raised their children to be hateful. They have taught them that if they don’t feel like respecting people, they shouldn’t and won’t. I’m sure you’ve guessed this next one, but they’ve let their children get away with a smack here and a smack there to those who don’t obey their every demand – and even to those who do. But I am not the only one. I am not the only unlucky punching bag to experience the hatred of someone much older, more mature, wiser and certainly, not just a kid. Is that it? Is that why you let him go? I was four when it started and fifteen when it ended. To you, that’s a child. Children don’t know much, do they.
Dear authorities, that’s where you’re wrong.
I was four when it started and if you think it stopped at fifteen when my abuser walked out, think again. It never fully stops, not yet. I am nearly twenty years old and I still flinch if someone holds out their hand for a handshake or raises their voice just a notch because they’re a little out of earshot and I needed them to repeat.
Dear authorities, I can’t live because you won’t let me.
Oh, you like Budwiser? Corner Gas, the T.V. show? Do I smell steak? Potatoes baked on the BBQ? You need a plumber? Handyman? Oh look, you’re wearing red. Do you think I appreciate being reminded by the stupidest things, that my abuser is out there? Why is that? Could it possibly be because nobody has bothered giving the man any possible discipline?
Dear authorities, I’m tired of being told, “it’ll be okay, it’s not that bad.”
People after people have continuously told me to go talk to someone. I’ve seen multiple counsellors, doctors, talked to teachers, specialists, friends and family. But what are you doing to help? I moved away from my mother and siblings, in fear. Fear, because every time we moved anywhere the lawyer told us we had to give our address to the abuser. We could not deny him access to us, we could not cut off communication with him. I had to leave, as an attempt to protect myself and hide in a big city with lots of people and hopefully I could blend in.
Dear authorities, you have failed me.
Stop telling me things will be okay, when he is out there and things only seem to matter when a death occurs.
Dear authorities,
Dear authorities…
Dear me, you’re not dead so authorities don’t care.
Apr 3, 2017
Apr 3, 2017 at 4:00 PM UTC
The feeling doesn't come around very often
An old friend familiar footwise to different pastures fitting the fantasy
New experiences constructing strong someone's admirable psychology, fresh beauteous landscapes making up the ends of days that aren't quite taken for granted, but nonetheless become more and more common
As life becomes such an obvious thing to engage with, to fill the mind with an intangible, unnecessary to reconstruct explicability, defining reality
Where that ******* smirk just works, and is taken for granted
Forgive me for being jealous
As austerity and holding back defines our culture in recent times, suits and faces for hating, numbers and reports spurring disparagement, and sentiments of dream and realisation eroded and rained down with flu
Optimism becoming uphill, a difficult sentiment to come naturally, I try nonetheless when such metaphysical and intense psychedelia sits uncomfortably in the back of the mind
Fuck's sake Britain give me a break
But um..
That girl, that guy, those people, that moment in all those minds that grows from a simple glimpse of a day dream into an empowering determination, realised more and more through presences and establishments from the outside world
Those are the opportunities I'm looking for, amongst solidarity in a fluid and ****** up world
As I steal that smirk from that smug self involved person in the paradise of personality
To see into space and realise how my reflection looks good amongst such fantastical potential realisations
Yeah.. I should go to sleep, but a bit of clarity as to my direction, a little a bit of mirror monologue giving a bit of 'you're all right', well it isn't **** all to complain about.
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 7:25 PM UTC
It's okay to say no.
You're more attractive than you tell everyone you think you are.
Always moisturize directly after showering.
Never forget a lantern when camping.
Brown eyeshadow during the day makes you look slutty.
You don't need to flirt with everyone.
Don't assume all men are the same. Just because one made a mistake doesn't mean another will make the same one. Just because one does something wonderful doesn't mean another will do the same.
Never shop hungry or unhappy.
I write bad poetry when I'm sad. I write good poetry about being sad when I'm content.
Matching ******* and bra makes for a good day.
Talking to him makes everything better.
He is a lot more trustworthy than you think he is.
It's okay to want to be alone for a while.
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 9:24 PM UTC
Finally...
I got ,
The grasp,
Back on,
My heart.
I let,
All the feelings,
Out.
To,
The cause,
Of,
My confused heart.
Unforseen,
Difficulties,
Were faced.
But I came,
Better out,
In the end.
For Love,
Is,
Not,
For,
The faint hearted.
Moving forward...
Is all solution...
Currently...
Jul 6, 2019
Jul 6, 2019 at 1:48 AM UTC
Lemme collect these shambles, ones scattered in the name of cards ungambled. Battles that left me rattled. Pieces that never fell together.
Realisations gone to tatters. Memories forgotten, altogether. These pieces of armor unfused forever.
Energies wasted in mindless splendor, with ideals crafted in inks without matter.
These caricatures of youth, wasted in canvas of unwritten letters.
These realisations altogether, left us with spirits now dampened.
Realisations, you say? No its the room, the walls, the paint, the comfort, the pain that has left you with these echoes, voices that never mattered.
Dec 20, 2020
Dec 20, 2020 at 12:16 PM UTC
Mere concept of childhood fascinated her,
Games that her friends played attracted her,
Memories of others hinging on comical anecdotes captivated her.
Endless discussions of the 'good times' made her meet solitude,
Scarcity of happiness made her meet darkness,
Perennial realisations of sorrow made her meet regret.
She detested the way life abused her childhood,
She hated the way life snatched the chance of having memories,
She envied the way life didn't let her know 'fun'.
She regretted her existence,
For she never had a chance of being happy,
Of being free like a bird,
Of being independent and satisfied.
She was a girl,
Who grew up in the most atrocious of times,
Who faced the loneliest of nights,
She's the girl, who grew up, before it was time.
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 12:13 AM UTC
Maybe the reason I've been offline so often
is not because I'm trying to start a life but,
because it reminds me that you and I are dying out.
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 1:39 PM UTC
it's not the fact that you left me
but that the world didn't stop moving
when mine did ....
i know i hurt you but tell me was it so easy
so easy to give up on me ?
yeah i made mistakes ,and i was mean
but was it so easy to believe that it was just an act i put up to get your forgiveness .
i know used that word "sorry " a lot
but was it so easy to say, sorry no more
after those heart filled realisations
after admitting to those mistakes .
tell me was it so easy to just walk away
its not the fact that you wont be the person that
i wake up to neither would you be the person i close my eyes on ,just the fact that i won't have anyone in the world to call mine now..
its not the fact that you are leaving me for good
its just that the world is still one piece while mine just shattered in front if my eyes .
Nov 17, 2020
Nov 17, 2020 at 10:05 AM UTC
On the first day of the year
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed
This year
Nothing changed
And yet everything changed
The bad obscured the good
Completely.
Governed by disorders
Trials galored
Tribulations were scarce
Shredding me were my emotions
As I ricocheted between mood swings
I took permanent residence in the doldrums
Walked on the razor’s edge
Sank deeper
The chasm is endless
Tripped by sorrow
I fell on my ****
Staggering, I rose
Fell then rose again
Only to be handed
Another ******* pill
Sempiternal thirst
For internal calmness
Remains unquenched
Refusing to take anything
Away from myself
Veering off the pessimism lane
Allowing the optimism
To settle in my blood
I feel compelled to admit
Irregardless of the turmoil
This has been a year of
Milestones
Transformations
Achievements
Realisations
And fractional clarity
On the blinding forest that is life
I shedded my second skin
As I went along
Not completely renewed
Almost...
Or not at all
I don’t know
I grew some *****
As they are essential in life
I blew out the candle
Lit for the one
Who will never be mine
I watched the flame fade away
But the thoughts of him did not
The road ahead is the toughest yet
I am placing the few good memories
Of the year in a jar
To carry with me
Into the forthcoming new year
These memories, it seems
Are for keeps.
Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 6:11 PM UTC
My eyes redon to the calming devastation of such undying realisations: I am starved of the right answers to which all true purpose lies.
I feel sickly and swollen like I have consumed too much all at once, and I feel frozen for I have lost all that I love.
I stare at the ground and with swift attention to the gravity surrounding me, I sigh as I predict future days dampened with misanthropy.
I've been lost ever since?
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 12:10 PM UTC
I am not all too sure
Of the point at which
Night turns bright
To morning twilight
All I know
In this hour of twenty-three minutes
Past four
Is solid fact that keeps
Me awake in wonder;
I have only now come to see
A mind like yours
(Correction - your mind. Singular.)
Is unlike any I have explored
If you'd forgive me for not seeing so
Sooner
I hope you'd allow me a tour
(It's perfectly okay if not. I only feel as though you and I - we could be more.)
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 10:02 AM UTC
It is wrought upon some, the truthful worries of our world
The rest suffice to say that they are but weak
Survival of the fittest, an excuse used to trample the within us humans
They have but disgraced mankind with all the shoving and pushing
Look around you, open your eyes
“No man’s an island”, a wise old man once said
His words will probably be lost forever
For those who read, suffice with the act of doing so
And not all who do, are gifted with the ability to read
We reach the point of evolution where complexity overcomes all
The one that oversees is now but lost
There might be glimmers and slimmers of hope that we might see
The strong ones might stand up for what might be right
But who am I to judge what right truly is?
Mistakes I shall make
Numbers I shall fake
Climb atop this metaphorical mountain I will
Shout from its metaphorical top I will
Just to show myself that I’m not weak
My presence shall always be felt
From stacked decks shall hands always be dealt
Argue, will I no longer
No longer will I survive
There is but one thing that this world respects
And for it to respect me, will I show it that I can thrive
Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 5:01 PM UTC
My baby has taken a leave from me
My baby does not love me anymore
It's a worry the little notes on walls
It's the paperless kisses in the holes
My baby is just a long lost friend
My baby came to stormy realisations
It's a worry the trendy dreams jotted
It's the plain poetic dellusional tunes
My baby has a frown of grown horns
My baby vacated the walls of destiny
It's a lightening strike of the emotions
It's a collapse of the clouds we laid
My baby let this kiss lead to destiny
My baby let abundance ambulate
It's not what I really wanted to hear
It's decedent of the decanted time
Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 3:57 PM UTC
Inside my heart
Over flowing
A sea of love
My spirit free
Love taking lead
My inner consciousness, awakening
Inner realisations, coming to light
Experiencing the wonders of our universe
Discovering who I am
In the spirit of love
Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 5:13 AM UTC
Broken Compass
Growls and subdued snarls
motivated just enough before
Now only broken
Dizzy tall walks
Punched out words
like actions
Frightened realisations,
subclosed.
Where freedom can only be weaved
Swallow your next grateful T
sickened stomach
stalled/taxed tendents
with actions in mind,
Eyes there but without all precious virtue
Dec 14, 2016
Dec 14, 2016 at 5:37 PM UTC
She is so many poems
Words in an endless sky
Reading her, and getting high
She is riding alone in a car
I am feeling so far away
Today, clouds drift away
Disingenuous words fall flat
Insincerity, your friend
Abandoned
Dusted lungs, bizarre psychotropics
The birds are chirping
the ground is hard
you lay, I was lying and lying
and madcap laughing
and the rest was drifting away
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 6:55 AM UTC