"reparable" poems
There's something unsettling
about this feeling of loving hopelessly.
My toes
are constantly ready to push off and
dive into a pool that's empty.
It holds no water or promise,
but I get up and jump
again and again.
This is what reparable souls are made of
Magic, drunken thoughts, and bravery all wrapped in delicate skin.
My mother has warned me
of this feeling before.
and how it ends in tissues and stitches.
But I call her and urge her indiscretion
to my father and her emotions.
I crave the feeling of feeling stuck in your gut,
where your body aches but it’s
wrapped in silk sheets.
Feelings
that consume my mind wholly, constantly, agonizing and yet
I stand on the diving board
ready to crash again.
Jun 8, 2021
Jun 8, 2021 at 8:16 PM UTC
When Death comes by
Do you really see a man, a mere human?
Is it possible that an entity as ancient could be so?
It’s been there longer than any of us
Seen more than we could imagine
It would make the bravest demigods
Children again, crying for their mothers
It's an entity as old as Change and Time
- Something not many can claim
It's seen Change and stagnation
Seen triumph, as well as the bitter tears
Of one who has lost everything,
Including their own identity,
After having known ‘everything’.
I am Fire and I am Ice.
Get too close to me and you will be,
Changed, for better or worse.
You will be changed. Anything that
Comes near me does. I am inescapable.
Even galaxies explode, even stars fall
I am inescapable. I am indestructible
Come to me and you'll lose yourself
Look me in the eye and you shall see
A reflection. You will be changed.
The worst scars I give, remain unseen
You've looked me in the Eye, and now,
You pay the price, with nothing less
Than Mind, Heart and Soul. Bodies are
Now reparable. Scars can be hidden
The soul and your heart... That is where
Your true weakness lies and I leave the
Marks of my possession there. I am neither
Moral nor immoral. I am and I remain.
Some might romanticise my presence, but
I am neither good, nor bad. I simply Am.
I might bring pain or I may bring salvation
I am as I have been and as I shall remain
Humanity will come and go, the Milky Way
Will be extinguished. I will remain.
After all, I Am.
Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 7:53 AM UTC
and love of winter,
found absent though
i do not lament it –
i lament the loss of my ****
lament as the sun rises.
and acts of valor,
acts of ********** or –suasion,
trail’d off as words
spew forth in riptide.
forth to recreate, to wipe clean.
and censured nods exchange,
we met not eyes, you were
only in my vision’s drift. in my
field of autonomous response.
and in repose at end of day,
all my colors in restful
form. harmonious form.
substantiated form.
and discernable of madness,
reparable non-sense to draw
some drifting vision.
to draw upon jaded gaze
cloak’d defensive.
and i wander the thoughts,
i wander the right
emptiness in your eyes.
and i wander on.
Dec 31, 2012
Dec 31, 2012 at 3:26 AM UTC
Oh, sweetheart
Don't you cry
Darlin', we love you
Don't wave goodbye
There's so much more to life
There's so much left to try
Don't give up, Darlin'
Don't you say goodbye
I can see the tears
I can hear the cries
Darlin', I'm here
You're not alone, sweetiepie
I know I went away
but you'll see me again
I may be invisible
but you are still reparable
Darlin', don't fret
I'll be fine
and you can bet
I'm never sayin' goodbye
I know it's hard
but you'll get through it, sweetheart
I'll be here in soul
Until the days you grow old
Darlin', stay alive
Don't shed a tear
Don't wonder why
Don't ever say goodbye
I'll be here watchin'
Even when the sun is settin'
Darlin', I love you so
Sweetheart, don't let go
I may be gone
but not for long
I'll be in your heart
Even through death we will not part
Darlin', don't be sad
Yes, it feels bad
Darlin', see the sun
You'll be happier, you'd have won
Darlin', I love you so
but if you let go,
Darlin', I will leave
take care of yourself please
Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 12:54 AM UTC
Sometimes it can be best
to leave a thing unspoken
for you never know what indiscretion
could leave a friendship broken.
The fire set forth in the heat of the moment
may pyrolyze something far too delicate to singe.
Not all damage is reparable.
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 6:47 PM UTC
I got on the windowsill
Because I had lost my will.
I was glad
To have a chance at ending the bad.
Yet, I was hesitant
Even though I felt so irrelevant.
There was a lump in my belly keeping me alive,
By telling me that one day I’d strive.
The inner battle began,
I wanted to follow my plan.
But the lump grew bigger and bigger,
Telling me to regain my vigor.
What should I do?
Say my last adieu?
I couldn’t bear the pain any longer,
But in my belly the lump was growing stronger.
The lump known as hope
Is the only thing enabling me to cope.
Hope makes the terrible seem bearable,
Makes us believe that the unbearable is reparable.
Hence, I got off the windowsill.
Sep 19, 2017
Sep 19, 2017 at 4:37 PM UTC