"redirected" poems
The problem with being invisible
Is that none of you ever see me
You see Friend, Person, Sister, Classmate, Girl
Never Me.
The problem with being invisible
Is that you do not hear me
You hear words, sentences, chatter
Not the inbetween, not what I'm saying
The problem with being invisible
Is that you do not think of me
You do not lie awake
And wonder where
Or who I am.
I come only occasionally,
Casually,
In the slums of your minds
unedited and full version redirected
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 12:19 AM UTC
that’s all I know, title, subject undisclosed,
new morn amourning arrives, when writing~writhing
hunger, comes and remains till fufillment,
sometimes, nagging, sometimes roaring, completion is
the satiation satisfaction when the pouring/
spilling is from within to without, topping off
the nearest receptacle with hugger-muggery,
beauty jumbled, elegantly jagged linen creased
the it of it, must be done, so my heart un-seizes,
breathing to nearly next to normal, yet the distance there
incroyable, inch or mile, meter matters not, until closed it’s a
chasm rupturing,
fingers grasping my temples, to hold the
jumbled tumbling innards within, redirected towards my
screaming fingertips, hoping, relief will come sooner,
making room until the throat and lungs engorged,
when~with this selfsame need returns
on the morrow
if, when,
my eyes open,
and yesterday itself
is a writ,
a realization accomplished
~~~~~~~
perhaps, you recognize yourself?
perhaps, you reconcile yourself?
Sep 26, 2023
Sep 26, 2023 at 9:54 AM UTC
It’s never straight forward.
It’s always redirected,
people trying to save face, but that’s expected.
I’ve gotten so tired of the games,
trustworthy- the definition just isn’t the same.
I just wonder when it changed,
when words became so perfectly arranged.
I just want the real.
Don’t comfort me with a lie, because from the truth I’ll heal.
I’m ranting now,
but people have gotten so lost somehow.
People are known to beat around the bush,
maybe they just need a little push.
Get to it,
I’m not talking about shooting the ****
I want the truth,
not the attitude of the petulant youth.
Get the point across,
so the truth can’t be lost.
Jun 1, 2015
Jun 1, 2015 at 5:13 PM UTC
I've never felt
But I'll tell you how it feels
Her hips will sway, his eyes will undress
He will sip his drink, she will ******
Muster up the courage to ask for a dance
**** eyes
She will touch, but he will touch more
Moving with the beat, hands will roam
He went too far, she redirected
Not now she says; the night is too young
Love and passion will grow, if only for one night
It will feel real, their eyes will question
And they will lean in closer
Lips will collide, heat and *** will ensue
It will end in the dark of night
With naked bodies in synthesis
Two lovers, entangled in the sheets
Sep 8, 2010
Sep 8, 2010 at 6:01 AM UTC
The first time I spoke to you,
I knew you were someone I was capable of loving.
As I studied you, my infatuation only grew.
I dreamed about your thin pale fingers that stroked piano keys,
your melodious laugh, and the Greek God structure of your jaw,
of your pretentiousness that stemmed from secret insecurities;
and in these reveries, I fell in love with it all.
Despite my desires, however, I knew
that someone like me could never
be loved by someone like you.
So for years, I redirected my thoughts and repressed this feeling,
until we found ourselves on an unfamiliar apartment bed together,
laying silently while studying the ceiling.
And in the dark you confessed to me your tales of innocence,
and you were flattered by my distrust
of your honest inexperience with lust.
I should have known wisdom would come with the rising sun,
yet I was still convinced that it was my love you wanted to win;
all of the while, I was the naive one.
The one who allowed those pale piano playing phalanges to trace my skin,
and weave themselves through my hair and of course then,
I was the one who eagerly leaned into your lustful lips
and did not stop tasting your tongue
even when I felt the emptiness behind it.
And in the morning you were happy that it happened for your sake
but you didn't think of the fact that my heart and mind,
which troubled themselves with the thought of you for three years, were at stake.
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 12:39 AM UTC
staying the night
up high
in rainclouds
& I feel safe now
when I look down
the wide world
is so small.
we are all
tiny specimen
divinely dissected
subdivided into
lively sections
by wants by fires
by greed by needs
& secret desires;
one nation
under god’s feet
tired slaves perspire
unnecessarily
for possession
& obsess over
what they each acquire.
it is you, it is I,
and we are
frighteningly alike.
my attention’s quite untidy
all the time
my mind gets redirected
it walks like hell
& talks like heaven.
I am not well
I never have been.
but this hex is a blessing,
it’s too **** precious.
we are spilling
into the ocean
over the edges.
The Land is dead and
has been, days now.
I find it kinda pleasant &
I wonder if
they’ll ever
get around to
disinfecting the nest
of decaying flesh,
before it infests the rest,
y’know, the ones that got left.
rot is a pox
spread by proxy
& is not bonded
by neither
lock nor key; that’s like,
**** what you got
**** what you be
**** what you thought
what you think
what you see.’
**** you,
**** me,
**** everyone,
**** everything.
it’s lovely, it’s lovely.
I even think it’s kinda funny,
I laugh at nothing.
Oh, the irony
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 7:05 PM UTC
I took a far peek at your seek
and glanced into your eyes
Eyes wide shut.
You sunk me in and inaugurated me
I peep in slightly to be magnified
Star gazing at life's mystery ,
Your Sky is ever so gracefully true of mendacity
Taken away by your master mind
sailed away majestically ,
Accompanied my heart of blue
I look up, the twinkles run my mind and anchored ,
Settled to disappointment too.
I wondered why so down while life waves aimed up hi
I conceived a facade love story that just began in my mind ,
will this nightmare end in horror or in sweet serenade.?
A question that ignited our flame
searching and fouling out with words of shame
Attending to this nautical phase, unquestioned !
Redirected attention and navigated back to my heart.
I sail away back to the start and peep in your telescope once more,
There i realized
Distracted with sparks and accumulated the mind with blind truth.
I fooled myself in falling in love with a fool .
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 11:32 AM UTC
*Purest white light
Disinterred
From the deepest depths
Of your soul
No longer lost
Nor hidden
Exhumed
Now resurrected
I hold your hand
You are redirected
From the now
Illuminated darkness
Of this uncovered black hole
By Lady R.F ©2016*
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 11:34 PM UTC
My entire life
No matter where I go, who I'm with, what I'm doing, how drunk I am
I have always felt on the outside - out of the picture
From childhood's hour
I have not been like others are
I've always been
Out of the conversation, at a distance
As though I am alone in existence
Everywhere I go, there is an impenetrable barrier
At home I'm a foreigner in my own land
I've always felt like a different breed
Slowing down when others pick up speed
As if I was the only one picking up the sounds or words that others don't hear
Deaf to the words that they do hear
I do not hear what others hear, I do not see what others see
Doing, saying, thinking things that others don't
When I try to explain what my world is like,
I baffle and stutter and can't find the words
And they look at me
From the other side of the barricade
With condescending, puzzled smiles
I've never really been a part of a group, a piece of a whole
Even in my own house, with my own friends, I've always been an intruder
Everything I say, everything I do seems offbeat
I feel like everyone is dancing some sort of elaborate choreography
And I haven't learned the steps
Or they're all playing a game
And no one taught me the rules, or let me roll the dice
I've always felt out of it,
As if I was alone on the opposite side of an enormous, invisible window
Pressing my hands against the glass, tracing worlds in the fog
A stranger looking in
I've always felt it
Struggling to break the sturdy facade
In crowded parties, sleepovers,
Lunch breaks, with my family, with best friends
other half of poem redirected
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 10:08 PM UTC
A melody
Passes through my soul
With much ease and calmness,
Across all the pieces
That make me whole.
Puts together
The distant parts
Of my heart and mind,
That time
Managed to pull apart,
But finding myself,
Redirected to unite again.
This melody
Is greatly appreciated,
As it represents
What we are
And what we could be.
My mind
Opens.
My heart
Remembers.
All of those
Magnificent memories
Flash through my mind
At the instant
When that melody
Passes Through
my heart.
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 11:20 AM UTC
they were like an
unexpected weight gain,
no choice but to adapt.
they came into his life
in a train wreck,
he fell head over heels
and wondered if he
had been enrolled back
into high school.
there was a catch,
much to his disdain.
11 and 19,
perpetually angry at
their father
at their mother
at life.
he was the blunt
victim of their rage.
the boy soon
redirected his rage
into drugs, alcohol,
*** jail.
the girl did not.
it was not his fault,
he would not let
her get to him.
but he did,
and she had grinned
at the murderous
fire in his eyes.
he screamed
and released his own
anger,
you're letting her ruin it
she knows what shes doing
shes ruining us
you're letting her ruin it
please listen to me.
tears glistened
down his cheeks,
she smiled.
he was gone,
though insults and
words remained.
that was 2 down, more to go.
May 29, 2013
May 29, 2013 at 4:05 PM UTC
sensual subtlety or the subtlety of sensuality
(HOW does size matter?)
<•>
*as always the title comes first,
embalming the mind so it may voyage onto unwritten waters,
over boundaries so the provocateur provoked may safely return,
avoiding evoking anti-frieze cannonade fire
some can disable with swinging fist,
a chopping arm on an exposed neck,
a swift kick to the semi-privates
but I can do same, inflicting immobilization
with a single solitary itty bitty
pinky figuring finger
no random boast, no hoax, not chest beating,
just a fact ma’am, nothing but the facts
the sensual subtlety of the delicate
is overpowering and irresistible
making grownups revert
into laughing crying out loud babies
the subtlety of sensuality pink’d exploding exploration,
the intoxicating tiny tingling subtle and without equal,
kingdoms have fallen, paintings and poems, art all kinds,
instigated and in eye sockets permanently inserted,
history redirected
know I will no be telling details,
the whose and where,
the why and surely not the
how, not here anyway
so when you tell me in raw fashion
size matters most definitely
in the matters of the heart
or the physicality
whole heartedly agree
waving my littlest pinky finger
watching you wavering
until you’ve learned the lesson
it’s the how*
not the how big
May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 4:09 PM UTC
i am so mad at men
and I don't know why
is what I want to say
I'm almost positive it
is the redirected frustration
over what I couldn't control
gone rabid, but I am taking
it out on everyone and I don't
know how to
stop.
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 10:44 PM UTC
In a growling, mixed parts automobile resembling
A scrap-metal Frankenstein
A driver pauses at a green light
Stalling parking lot traffic on its steaming blacktop treadmill
To greet an old friend through a missing window
A father in full camo and combat boots drags a nic-stick
And guides his wife and children through sardine walkways
In ninety degree June heat on a Boston street
His daughter swims in his thick wool, long-sleeved army jacket
Beaming
A lonely teen with fear tears and a pay-to-go-phone
Calls for help, and receives no reply
The frustration drains from his cursing voice
He shakes the hand of the silent one who was with him all along
Sirens wail, cars clear, leaving an empty trail
A snake pilot shoots the gap and ditches his stagnant lane to tail
The ambulance turns off its indicators; the patient didn’t make it
Their apparent apostle gets home a few minutes early
A blue peace keeper sleeping in his loser cruiser
Does not stir as tax dollar drool dribbles from his lips
A speeding truck nearly creams a pink backpack
Somewhere, a woman is *****
A husband and his frail partner leave the office of a medicine man
She walks aimlessly towards a wall before she is redirected
Careful Magoo, he says with love
He spoke with the patience of an ocean
Jun 7, 2011
Jun 7, 2011 at 8:25 PM UTC
I feel this undying need
to bring myself to a higher plane
my mind a run away train
that managed to veer off track
only to be redirected
and brought back to center
Peace is the moment we
find our way back
to the path that suits us
and I am sprinting breathlessly
in a desperate attempt to salvage
Once again regaining the strength
to repair and purify
with nothing other than growth in mind
our internal battles are most brutal
but fighting them is surely time well spent
The only war I believe in
Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 9:42 PM UTC
for we fall like moths at the strike of lighting.
and slip to earth for change.
we sit in 10 seconds of silence.
yet we never wish for years of action.
for we cry into the heavens--to God--in disarray,
false water in our glossy eyes.
for with magazines and a host,
atheists are our middle name.
knees soaked in kerosene and eyes used as ashtrays,
we are fire coated in and of itself,
for we burn midst tear-sealed lips,
and expect for the earth to revolve.
for we lay unclad together in bed,
whispering cloy gooeyness into ear canals,
and tie each other up with thorns,
for kink--we say--then you're brain has no mouth.
for we are sadomasochists,
emanating soulful breaths with heads tilted back,
at the thought of a bullet in our marrow,
and chuckle off--chuckle off lots,
at the red we draw from that hidden blade we borrowed.
they know not of what we think,
for we are madman in a cradle,
with large starry eyes, we look for inspiration--intention,
and--when asked for and found--the parents don't see those stars anymore.
for we are heartache,
and bodies with stones in our hand,
for they don't understand,
the power in corpses we seek.
for we are the heretics,
the verses in the Bible no one reads,
for when sought out and seen,
we bathe in the honeyed milk and spoil it.
for we are selfish--even if we beg not,
we are hypocrites--even if we needn't be,
we are labyrinths--even if redirected,
for we are killers and everyone knows,
all we need to do is bury our weakness 'neath the meadows.
Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 9:23 PM UTC
Is it just me, or do you ever look at yourself in the mirror and pull at pieces of skin you wish weren’t there? do you claw at the marked up places, or beat the aching bones? do you ever just look at someone else, and take in their completion, wishing that you were them, facing a mirror? dozens of loose ends, and with a curvy smile, you're forced to tell yourself you're willing to wait for a confidence more valuable than any tear shed. why are we expected to work 100x harder than them? I know no one is the same, but what determines how were different? why do I always want something I don’t have, and push away everything I do? who in this world even came up with the definition of beauty? as if life is only permissible to those who have things figured out throughly. truly that’s just unfair to make someone who’s flaws aren’t accepted, follow a path that is redirected in a circle that is infected with a never ending journey of hatred towards themselves. collecting baggage from the world that sticks like dust on the highest shelf of a book case filled with books of truth, rarely read. all they ever had to do was open one up and realize that to their surprise they are more than what they’ve been memorized with all these years. they're somethings beyond the humans eyes of beauty, and all it really took to see that was a key to a loose lock. just one knock will do. open the door, and find out more of your true self. find out the truth about the remarkable beauty you hold within.
(j.a.r.)
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 9:47 PM UTC
Drinking alone can make for good conversation
New things are learned, said or inferred
Who am I speaking to
and am I heard?
Nature’s beauties surround me
and I’ve killed with neglect
Unintentional
but always aware
My lips tingle and my tongue
writhes, my body breathes in
the expulsion of shelved speakers
and my membranes arouse
because I’m redirected to you
Always to you;
I’d like to hear your voice
but I predict you won’t answer if I call
Following through will result in disappointment
I expected, so why bother?
Predetermination — a convoluted structure
that remains the source of my reflection
And misdirection
There was a rush of
thoughts like rapid waters
straight to my skull, cracking
my will to break like a dam
bursting forth with so much emotion
you will drown in it, even if
you hold your breath to infinity
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 12:48 AM UTC
cipralex pulsates thru veins,
dilutes blood to make me happ
-hey! legs seize in weird ache
- - dreamless sleeps where I
may not even be sleeping - -
wake up exhausted - - but basis
energy covered! so day survival
possible - - sometimes combination
of coffee + cip (cip of coffee)
cause tremors - - moments of 'ahhhgg'
panic attack redirected to calm productivity
- - day 5? since prescribed - - they say
2 to 6 weeks. I'll be patient.
Aug 23, 2013
Aug 23, 2013 at 12:49 PM UTC
I was in a white space, of infinite planes
I was searching and seeking, my heart was in pain
There was a man standing there, my movement he barred
As I noticed his hands, two heart breaking scars
I continued to strive to peer around his corner
But, the stone, the man gentle, his face was familiar
Each time I put effort to look for the good
He redirected my gaze to where he stood
I need better, not this, I need the best
But there was no competition, there was no test
For holding me close, was the Sun of all Sons
The One who surpasses, the One who overcomes
The One who is holy, and wholly just
The One who I know, I always can trust
The East and the West held me close to His heart
In one instant I knew, I felt there no part
The better I looked for did not exist
For the best held me close in this moment of bliss
So why did I seek for something more?
For my previous focus, was distracted, was poor.
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 10:54 PM UTC