"reappearance" poems
Old man, you surface seldom.
Then you come in with the tide's coming
When seas wash cold, foam-
Capped: white hair, white beard, far-flung,
A dragnet, rising, falling, as waves
Crest and trough. Miles long
Extend the radial sheaves
Of your spread hair, in which wrinkling skeins
Knotted, caught, survives
The old myth of orgins
Unimaginable. You float near
As kneeled ice-mountains
Of the north, to be steered clear
Of, not fathomed. All obscurity
Starts with a danger:
Your dangers are many. I
Cannot look much but your form suffers
Some strange injury
And seems to die: so vapors
Ravel to clearness on the dawn sea.
The muddy rumors
Of your burial move me
To half-believe: your reappearance
Proves rumors shallow,
For the archaic trenched lines
Of your grained face shed time in runnels:
Ages beat like rains
On the unbeaten channels
Of the ocean. Such sage humor and
Durance are whirlpools
To make away with the ground-
Work of the earth and the sky's ridgepole.
Waist down, you may wind
One labyrinthine tangle
To root deep among knuckles, shinbones,
Skulls. Inscrutable,
Below shoulders not once
Seen by any man who kept his head,
You defy questions;
You defy godhood.
I walk dry on your kingdom's border
Exiled to no good.
Your shelled bed I remember.
Father, this thick air is murderous.
I would breathe water.
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The Eclipse
The eclipse dose not become endless night
The reappearance of light is the same as the survival of soul
The eclipse
Such indeed a character of the historic hour through which the world was passing
Objects close to the eye shut out much larger objects on the horizon
A quiet and unexpected change,
That looked the desultory range
Of happiness and sprightly thought.
Where'er was dipped the toiling
oar,
The direction of winds danced round us as
before,
As lightly, though of altered hue;
Mid recent coolness, such as falls
At noon-tide from umbrageous
walls
That screen the morning dew.
No vapour stretched its wings; no
cloud
Cast far or near a murky shroud;
The sky an azure field displayed;
'There was light sheathed and gently
charmed,
Of all its sparkling rays disarmed,
And as in slumber laid:--
Or something night and day
between,
Like moon shine--but the hue was
green;
Still moon shine, without shadow,
spread
On jutting rock, and curved shore
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 6:25 PM UTC
I want to be in a love like this forever.
With your eyes grazing my skin,
Following your circling fingertips.
You touch me in a way, so delicately,
So lovingly, like you actually care.
Your kisses that you place on my forehead
As I’m drifting off into paradise
Remind me what spring love is supposed to look like.
The grass under my toes pull me into the present
While we dance across the lawn with our hands intertwined.
Butterflies zig zag across my vision and you spin me around.
The music drowns out all of our other problems.
And life feels beautiful.
When I’m in my sundress and
You’re watching me from our picnic blanket
You tell me you love me, and my heart begins to flutter.
The last days of cold are erased by your beautiful laugh
The warmth of sunlight and the soft cool breeze
Further pushes our passion and solidifies our feelings.
You grip my waist and lift me into the air.
Time feels rosy and fair, while the birds chirp and call.
With no real agenda, without the controlling menace of time.
We hold hands and spend the afternoons enjoying the bliss.
The newly bloomed flowers and reappearance of green
Feels like a long awaited, highly anticipated surprise
As does our relationship.
We take in the pink skies together,
Hoping we will never have to say goodbye,
Affectionately kissing one another.
Knowing this is a time we will always miss.
Spring, is a time for new beginnings.
It is the perfect time, for a love like this.
May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 5:01 PM UTC
I don't know how
To get her home,
Or if she has one...
Does 𝘴𝘩𝘦 even know?
If I reached out my hand,
Would she even pull?
She's been making herself larger.
I can feel her reappearance.
She gets brighter, I get darker.
Interfering with my impulse,
And it happened again...
I forgot how I got here,
Don't where I began.
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Mar 14, 2023
Mar 14, 2023 at 10:51 PM UTC
From over the bridge
the sky curved into the river
and the winds from the distant hills
carved a smile on his face.
So here he was, at last, all by himself
played upon by a feeling
of being not shadowed anymore
but by the one his very own.
light as the bird, came to his mind,
and making sure no one was around,
he spoke aloud
I'm light as the bird.
Yet a shadow was preying upon him,
an unease, a discomfort, a disequilibrium,
as he heard within, his son saying,
*Baba, you need to take a break,
to be with yourself, to be away from us,
to soothe the frayed nerves..*
So I have been set free, he thought,
but are the birds really as free
as they appear to be?
So here he was, but his mind was drifting,
and he was calculating like a child.
*how many feet below is the river,
would the fall hurt, or would one have to wait,
for the impact with the rushing surface
before the final touch by the boulders?*
I shouldn't be perilously close, he stepped back,
muttering three incoherent words..
components of love.
Back to the Rest House,
he was packing his bag.
He was not sure, if his reappearance,
at so short a notice,
would at all be, a pleasant surprise.
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 10:35 AM UTC
Legs on show down an aisle of fridges and freezers
and I am taken in by the red of your top.
A swift sight of a face, nothing much,
father nearby I presume, a brother too
but minutes later gone.
As the evening is reeled in,
I see the same flash dash into the palace
before I am certain it’s you once more.
I didn’t see you or the shorts again
but plenty of others were decked out in denim,
all aliens beneath the neon lights.
Aug 5, 2012
Aug 5, 2012 at 6:23 AM UTC
If Wishes Had Wings, I’d be idolized by millions
saving & impacting the lives of many scarred children
If Wishes Had Wings, the world would be free from pain
no more dark clouds surrounded by depressing rains
If Wishes Had Wings, the silent tears would be clearly heard
life would be less horrific so we’d worry less of the overwhelming storms
If Wishes Had Wings, the act of happiness shall be of reappearance
provide my mental slaves with the proper deliverance
If Wishes Had Wings, Love wouldn’t be so scary to obtain
heart break would be a stranger while the kingdom we have will still reign
If Wishes Had Wings, there would no longer be Hell on Earth
take away all the evil from life to grant us the proper rebirth
If Wishes Had Wings, heartbreaks around the world would sing
the greatest melody performed by all the broken Kings & Queens
If Wishes Had Wings, God forgive us for the lives we’ve been sinning in
trapped in a cold evil world that we’re forced but isolatedly living in
never intending to be heartless but our hearts have turned cold
frustratedly feeling the shattering of love to which a false interest beholds
possessing a tale that’s very relating but only a few understand
how being lonely & disappointed can take a toll on more than man
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Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 11:08 PM UTC
there’s a soft blossoming
at the core of us;
neighbor children have
begun making their chalky universes
on asphalt again
loud laughter rings along these
muted suburban streets
seeds tremble into bloom
the reappearance of sunbeams and bird flocks
and other splendid details
we’d forgotten during the cold
delights us
now is the time to step out
of our old skins
and waste breath on dandelion wishes
now is the time for these
chrysalis hearts to break open
and ascend
unbound at last
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 6:56 PM UTC
It follows you
It seems almost impossible to break free
From its cruel, hateful grasp
You think you've escaped it
But again it captures you
More tight and securely than before
Once again you are trapped
In the hands of a monster
You paint lines on your arms
In a wonderful shade of red
To prove to yourself and those around you
Your pain is as real as any other emotion
Any other feeling
Its alive, more alive than you have been for a long time
And you can feel something once again
The pleasurable sting of the crimson sea
Making its way to shore
On your virginal white skin
Now stained with scarlet puddles
Or the food you made such an effort to consume
When it makes a reappearance
Its swimming inside the lavatory
You are no longer just empty in your soul
But also in your stomach, a body part you despise,
with such a burning passion.
You may poison yourself in many other ways,
in attempt to slay this beast
Like a medication, to ease the pain and discomfort
Pills and liquor, *** and love making
Also take the edge off for a little while
And a little while is a whole lot better than nothing at all
But its not enough
Its still got you
Nov 8, 2013
Nov 8, 2013 at 1:41 PM UTC
waking up in the hospital
with an IV in one arm,
and the reappearance of
a sad long island
iced tea
dripping down the other,
with an eight hundred dollar
bill to pay
from a hundred dollar a week
pay check–
and you realize
you are not
where you thought
you'd be.
Jul 26, 2011
Jul 26, 2011 at 9:06 PM UTC
The ship rocked and swayed back and forth in the calm blue waters.
Despite the subtle breeze and beautiful view,
Jonah couldn’t help but crouch down and hang his head between his legs
in an attempt to shake the sickening feeling he was experiencing.
How do they cope? Jonah thought,
envying the crew, who didn’t seem to be phased by the never ending tilts
or reek of dead fish surrounding them.
His jealous day dream was suddenly cut off as his miserable breakfast from earlier
made a reappearance over the edge of the ship.
Jul 15, 2012
Jul 15, 2012 at 7:13 PM UTC
When I concentrate
the ache goes away
and I am beautiful
with my ribs hiding
under this flesh
the extra body heat
that is so unnecessary
and I know the mirror
tells me lies and its
my brain that tells
me otherwise but the
act of resistance is
an addiction;
to deprive myself
is an obsession I
can't break I can't
heal it's a disease its
a paradox, like me,
nonsensical, there is
no substance to it
only absence, no
release, there is no
relief. The voices in
my head are screaming
at me to not give up
to stay away to keep
my distance. The more
I resist, the more
beautiful I become.
Does it tire me out?
Does it keep me alive?
I persuade myself to
believe that I will not
lose myself resisting
but then I am empty
and I feel the dark
engulf my soul that
fades away and my
mind begins to fight
with me, myself, and I
and then I realize that
I love the way I hate
myself not that I am
loving myself because
I have lost myself
I lost my way and
before I heal the fear
creeps in and hysteria
takes its toll and there
is pain everywhere and
I become completely
dark so that the light
can sneak back in and
light up my sky once again.
But I know the ache
always makes a reappearance..
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 5:01 PM UTC
Probably lost all faith,
Unable to speak, share, splodge,
Nothing is there,
Wipe-out everything,
By the gush of water,
Waiting only for reappearance
from sunken mud !
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 12:38 PM UTC
There is something peaceful about being alone
Allowed to sit with nothing but your own thoughts
Doing nothing only taking a moment to relax
Close your eyes take a deep breath
Let your mind wander to infinity
Relive good memories
Bit your lip as the bad make their reappearance
Contemplate the reason for making particular decisions
Imagine
Do not be bothered by anyone else making noise
Blah blah blah
Going on and on and on
About things you have no interest in
And go off to be alone
And find peace in the nothingness
That's all your own
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 3:44 PM UTC
She helped me when I was entangled in the thorns of the dreaded disease,
But it has come back to take away her peace.
I stare at each picture, bathing suit clad,
And see nothing but the evil monster, grinning and mad.
Because when I look at those photos I see nothing but the disorder
The internal torment, anguish, self-battering thoughts
That cause your self confidence and self worth to rot
That ***** and **** at each slight imperfection
That promise to point you in the proper direction
That monster, so sly, so cunning, so persuasive
But also terribly, horribly invasive
For if you let your guard down after the first fight
It will come back to prove its might
This monster can’t be killed from a therapy session
This form of attack only diminishes its aggression
But the monster lays waiting in the dark
And takes advantage of any self deprecating spark
Until it can attack like a mighty white shark.
This monster tries to take the lives of many.
Including my own.
But I will not let it destroy the friends close to my heart
The monster’s reappearance signals me to do my part
To slay the beast, relentlessly work till it’s dead
Otherwise all it takes is a self critical thought to be fed
A comparison, picture, reminder of its deceiving phrases
Fighting this monster is the only way to cure the hazes
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 11:12 PM UTC
A mysterious reappearance on Facebook
has had me recently racing
In a jealous craze, Investigating
My replacement aka
This clown you're dating
I'll man up and admit it
You may have upgraded
Really hate to say it
but he seems amazing
Miserably considering goodbyes
blowing kisses and waving
We've lost our gravitation
You took off on a spaceship
I was too patient and complacent
Questioning every second I waited
Now it's inevitable
The effects left from depression
Can only be fixed with a facelift
Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 1:56 PM UTC
My curiosity left me to searching you.
As I form your name,
I know exactly who,
It's time to start this game.
I enhance my appearance,
In a way you couldn't shake,
I'm making my reappearance,
It's time I reawake.
I knew I said I'd forget you,
I've convinced myself so much.
Even though I know I do,
I can't do as such.
There is something you have,
That grasps onto my heart.
It's like being cut in halves,
When we try to act apart.
Days ago, you accepted my request.
A memory I collect,
and send it to you in protest.
In hope you will reflect.
This morning I check up,
On this chest game I've made.
You replied a video saying " Sup!"
I'm surprised only a little delay.
My heart stops,
Your faint smile.
My bliss tops,
I ran that mile.
I have you once more,
I'm not letting you slip away.
I'm mending what' we tore,
By simple words we'll say.
I reply back,
My cheeks rosy red.
My confidence lack,
To those words you said.
Now I'm in my daily routine,
I see that you've receive,
I know that you've seen.
You smiled like I did,
That's what I believe.
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 11:56 AM UTC
Ayomi you've axed my heart,
It bleeds as sea,
No point of start,
The heart of me,
His walls are smashed,
Roofs suddenly rust,
Our love bashed,
You let loose the trust,
The one I strongly fethered,
My wings you've also clipped,
Now only you can bring him fethered,
Hasten as the time ticks right,
So your reappearance kills not the heart with fright!
Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 2:26 AM UTC
I dial your number and pause
In the moment before the moment.
Hello?
In an instant, you are not just a memory, a regret, a thousand miles a way
You are with me in the car, parked in a lot.
The spotlight hits me and I turn on.
Hello!
(as if I’m surprised to hear voice)
How are you?
(like I really care)
Guess what!
(as if my brief reappearance in your life is the best news you’ve ever heard)
Rain spits on my windshield as I laugh with you
A suave performance to meant to pass as reality.
I savor the sound of your voice
Caught off guard
And cringe at the pauses
The stiff formalities and cold distance.
I dance in circles on the phone
An artificial, plastic caricature
Synthetic nonchalance tightly orchestrated
Still contorting myself to impress you.
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 11:15 AM UTC
At the most I'll be his sidekick for a few semesters,
crunching leaves as I walk back to his apartment, where I'll take a nap while he studies ancient philosophies, waiting for his reappearance. We'll get ****** and bicker over where to go for lunch, even though we know it'll end up being sushi (it always is).
At the least I'll be the girl he's talking about ten years from now, when explaining his firsthand experience with the deadly combination of a pretty face and a sad, sad soul. The reason he knows anyone can sink deep into that hole and he will never again judge a book by its cover, because of me.
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 2:22 AM UTC
I want you to know I have not forgotten
all the times and the feelings.
They will always be dear to me
no matter how much time passes.
I want you to know I am not mad
for all the angry letters.
I know you lost a lover and a friend
and I'm sorry it had to happen.
I want you to know that I hope you are happy
because your happiness will always be important to me.
I wish you the best in the years to come
and I know you will be successful.
I want you to know I am concerned
for you and your sisters because of all you must face everyday.
Be strong and take care of them
because some days you are all they have.
I want you to know I am sorry
for everything that happened and all the tears you shed for me.
I know my sudden reappearance brought remembrances of better times
and I didn't mean for it to cut into old wounds.
I want you to know I love you
no matter what happens and no matter how much time passes.
You will always be the first and the memory of your heart
will never fade no matter how many shreds of old love letters I receive.
I want you to know this is goodbye
because I can't stand hurting you with thoughts of what could have been.
I know one day you will find better and this will be a distant memory
but I just pray that memory evokes a smile and not a tear.
Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 9:09 PM UTC
A maker of verses is the refined poet, he does find
Emotional thoughts sublime, inserting some formulae,
Or enigmas that are behind each sustained line, each I
Tell wilt unwind, then that rhyme to be mimed,
The lowest crime in our kingdom mounted up on high.
So if in thy cheerless failure ye seek intense success,
Because ye subjectsto listlessness of the bodiless
Mind's distress, I request ye give no such inference
It's egress or reappearance from the darkest eclipse
In this; but rather by keenest innovations do impress
-And that protects a poets wisdom from the nuisance.
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 11:38 PM UTC
Her eyes.
That's what gives her away.
A hat worn tightly, meeting the top of her eyebrows.
Thoughts racing.
Thinking she finally figured it out.
What this life is about.
What she turned her life into.
Was it worth it,
The outcome of how things are now?
She asks herself, crowed around the ones that are supposed to matter.
..It doesn't matter.
Just a few chapters of things that go unnoticed.
A few people that come & go without a reappearance.
It could be worse. So I've been told.
Of course it can. & it has.
Little by little. Day by day.
Overlooking what could destory me in the future.
My only regret,
not accepting it when it could have made a difference.
-C.J-
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 8:58 PM UTC