"recurrences" poems
At the last minute a word is waiting
not heard that way before and not to be
repeated or ever be remembered
one that always had been a household word
used in speaking of the ordinary
everyday recurrences of living
not newly chosen or long considered
or a matter for comment afterward
who would ever have thought it was the one
saying itself from the beginning through
all its uses and circumstances to
utter at last that meaning of its own
for which it had long been the only word
though it seems now that any word would do
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For one sin, you
knelt, you wept and
promised no recurrences,
You told Him,
You've had enough.
But you wake up
the next morning, and
put on the same shirt with
stains of yesterday,
Though you scrubbed it till
your hands blister.
Promises of purity are sweet,
But the vices you dabble in,
They're decadent.
And thus you indulge,
Ravenously.
Jun 2, 2017
Jun 2, 2017 at 9:58 AM UTC
Time spins circles of recurrences
I'm never sure if it's the past or present
The effect you have on me,
Cares nothing for time
It is immune
No defences to wear away
There were never any built
You seep into my consciousness
And surround me with your frequencies
The reverberation of your soul enlivens me
Your energy spellbinds me
Memory and fantasy merge
You words quaver through my senses
Your love keeps me warm
Wish you were never here
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 1:18 PM UTC
Double recurrences
Same event, replayed,
Plus another similarity
Played out in front of me..
I heard the engines explode
And the fireballs hit the ground
The lava came up
And I screamed
I heard the lives end,
Of people loved so much,
I saw the world collapse,
And jolted awake
**But I knew
That what I saw
Was what you see
Every day**
The double 9/11,
And the transgender in the car,
Were just randomized
But was it a coincidence?
My brain is twisted,
Shows me the cruel sides,
Tormenting me,
Crying out for help
I will never un-see
What I just saw happen
One, was again, the other, a first
Scarred permanently in my head forever for the worst of reasons
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 9:30 PM UTC
respect the edges of your awareness
dreams are being born anew
i am from the future
and very fond of these recurrences
in order to know that we are human
it must be quite necessary
to often feel so **** confused
i am a formless silence
god is the unchained mind
firmly let yourself discover
the interludes that fill you
with the deepest sense of wonder
we shine like diamond lines of selenite
as concubines combine beauty and insight
limits are lost upon
the dawn’s dancing fingers
they swim in an entanglement of secrets
Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 2:05 PM UTC
I always wonder
If I'm just
On my own
Thoughts
Without any
One
To know me
But
Do they care
Like I care?
I always wonder.
Nov 3, 2020
Nov 3, 2020 at 12:41 PM UTC