"scarry" poems
finally this moment is here, I've been watching
and waiting, I've been hearing it all along
in between your words, in the center of the stories
you tell so eloquently, so clever, so wise
there is light in your right eye, some shadow in your left eye
the evening light is sweetly illuminating the magnitude of loneliness
some feelings need at least two people in order to be bearable
you sat and listened you looked deeper into your body
language receded, obscured itself like the moon
sometimes there is no need for words
something more important needs to be created
in between bodies and minds,
the flow of connection, of true partnership
the waves started, the waters of loneliness surfaced
you cried your tears and I cried mine
as I listened to the silence of tears I understood: this was the moment for a few simple words: I see you, I am here
there is no falling deeper than this for now
truth, this scarry creature, was there in your flesh and mine
your loneliness was like a sea without horizon but the shiver of depth like a voice without screaming, a bird without flight
perhaps this tango with tears will fill your lungs with innocence
as you imagine a new horizon, a new architecture for happiness
Jul 10, 2023
Jul 10, 2023 at 1:47 PM UTC
Sometimes I wonder,
Sometimes I ponder,
Why do I love her.
At one look she's valentine,
and the next... she's somebody else
But like a spectre on Holloween's day,
its all but a mask.
A mask that someone else used to wear.
A mask filled with fear, grief and pain.
Masks that fills up the small dents in her heart.
I ran, she glimpsed, I reached, she smiled.
A great story it is. Yet another,
I ran, I reached, an empty look from her face.
A story that makes me cry and kneel to the Lord.
It's a difficult love indeed and temptations are real and big.
Yet, I could not find a reason to steer and drive away.
And against all logic, Love compels me to stay.
The love that compelled my savior to be hanged on a tree.
A love that never gives up,
a love that is defined by no other word than love it self.
Is the love that keeps me going.
It is because of love, that I could not let go.
Because, my savior himself did not let go.
Even at times that I betray and spat him to his face
He did not let go. He held on, He struggled.
He pulled me, He embraced me.
My Rabbi once thought me,
that love is both sweet and deadly.
love in its ultimate form, will lead one person to die.
"Die to self" my Rabbi says.
Until when can I die to my self?
Scarry as it is, I am ready to die in the name of love,
Scarry as it is, I am ready to die to show one person love,
To lit the light of hope in her, to light back faith in her heart.
As great purposes awaits her, to be a sign of hope is a great pleasure indeed.
So am I crazy enough to lose the world in the name of love?
Sadly, I'am still incapable of loving like my savior does.
For he is perfect and I.... am being perfected.
We are of no comparison,
He was innocent, yet I was guilty.
guilty as accused.
I am but a mere speck of dust compared to His glory.
O how can I find love in the eyes of my valentine?
I cried out and He answered,
"You don't" He says,
For love is not about you,
but it is about dying to your self
With this love that I recieved,
I am on my way.
Fighting fears, lies and struggles,
I am on my way.
As love compels me to be,
Therefore I concluded that
I.... must be..... Half-Crazy.
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 2:17 PM UTC
I see two green leaves breaking out of earth
After long years of dormancy
A chain reaction is starting
Cuffs are breaking lose
No more cages
This shark can dive to uncharted depths
No more shackles
This eagle can fly to uncharted heights
My weaknesses cower at my strengths
Now I smile through the pain
My positive principles
The umbrella through the rains
I hurt in the dark
My soul was hurtled and I was losing the fight
In ways so dreadful
Dreams turned to nightmares
I was tied up in my insignificance
Daily doubted the benefits of my existence
Now I take my steps with confidence
It is morning now and a flower is blooming
My night was gloomy
Now so brightly the sun shines
And heavens cannot resist my goodness
Even though the scars may remain forever
And my scarry past be forever disturbing
I rhyme to say thank you mama
For you helped me win
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 3:46 PM UTC
Because you needed a ***** in the House.
A sweet *****
An awful *****
A lousy *****
A dreadful *****
A lonely one,
A hopeful one,
A very very brave and powerful:
Real Hateful one.
A scarry *****
A mighty *****
A tired one...
A ****** filthy 'son of a gun' one!
The poor ***** that got broken,
AWW!
The sad ***** and pitiful,
The pretty *****
Oh my Word! Oh, my Lord!
The charming and the jumping,
The petty...
The wonderful and working.
The stupid ***** you can't live with,
The one you can't live without.
"Better dead than that bad"
The natural *****
The great *****
"You little *****
The unnaturally something *****
"My, my! The ***** that was
Is still mine!"
The healthy *****
The stealthy *****
The common *****
The extraordinary *****
A proud piece of rotting ****
Your people, chosen or not disrespect.
The rotting *****
Romantic *****
The famished *****
And thirsty, eyes wide open,
Thinking ***** the doer *****
The coldest *****
You trending *****
You want them
All !
You want them
The wealthy *****
The famous one,
The popular, loved n' hated one
The lofty one,
Superior one.
The Princess ***** you'll have to work for her and her lawn.
The never tired *****
The always hard to take,
The better *****
The one to money-make
Come true
The never wrong but needed *****
Adored, much worshipped
Set free, caught in a web,
A bottle of champagne,
A cup o' tea,
A thought for thoughtful a *****
Who used to be too thoughtful,
Too loud,
Too something this and that,
To wrong.
Oh, faithful *****
Caught by all ******* love
For Gold and money and Fame you fall,
You have to.
Oh, sick of it,
Oh, knowing-it-all!
Creative ***** what have you done.
Inventive ***** illustruous *****
My teaching a good lesson *****
Thank you for helping me around.
Because you needed an idiotic *****
A parting one,
Departing one,
An angry gal, good, sorrowed one.
Luckily a ****** one,
A greedy, thirsty for clean waters one,
A helplessly dreaming *****
A needy one, needing a good witch,
The learning for better
In sickness and health,
Cleaning the wound, help mending a heart hurt
- gal!
A helpful one,
Much funny one,
A stronger one,
A stubborn one,
One to catch worms
Like every other one.
A witchy ****** annoying bitchey
Because without ******* what would be?
Oh what this world could be?
May 14, 2021
May 14, 2021 at 3:26 AM UTC
Never frail, as you fail,
Keep your dreams firm, never curtail,
Keep moving don't derail, even if you trail,
Towards your dream, Keep walking like sail.
From my childhood highly rejected,
Without realizing myself, became isolated,
Something kept me **** slowly elevated,
A day came, with convenient wins, I blasted.
Delayed success put my life exalted,
Delayed failure kept me halted,
Someone knocked the door forcefully,
I opened to see him doubt fully.
I am your dream, he continued and told,
Put this mindset on the hold,
Get up, where you fell,
Get back to your work, all is well.
He told I am there, never worry,
Get up you can, but never hurry,
Success tastes like a sweet cherry,
From me if you become, more scarry,
I worried, my life was on a halt,
Failure was a painful pinch of salt,
I thought my life was on an end,
Later realized, it chisel, in the making of a legend.
My goals constantly delayed,
A question really kept me frayed,
I planned to give up and get back,
An inner call replied me to take up & come back,
With my life, failures played,
To my personal call, I obeyed.
A voice told me, don't leave! Don't leave!
Keep working on, believe! Believe!
To the life, never become a prey,
Like a champion, always rise and stay.
I understood slowly,
Failure does not mean to give up,
Failure means the courage to get up.
You sleep to rise up,
You fall to stand up,
You fail to rise up.
Never compare to your friends,
Life is full of injuries and bends,
Your life is lived on your own,
For a meaningful run towards a success crown.
You are unique! You are unique!
Failure is ultimately ubique!
Run your life on your own speed and ways,
Failures teach you success always.
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 7:51 AM UTC
i gave my pound of shylock... see, objectivism would like me to be accurate claiming it was not a pound’s worth, exacted to the precise .1 gram of weight... but that just breeds confusion, and where’s the joy in that?
you were already chosen as the vessel of apathy
and gauged out eyes,
heartless economics built around insects,
and there you were being told:
make not your vessel a poured in content of a *****
but a russian girl of worth,
because, let’s face it, these girls experience daily
abuse that cannot be given a historical relevance
for all of humanity... choose a ********** to enter the empty
vessel of your content worth from apathy
and you’ll have to allow a crucifix of you worth too -
choose a nobler kind of girl to give your missing beating ***** to,
so she might quench something apparent in you...
but then she does opposite and you’re left as the *****
with sweet mammon whispering into your ear
about all the glories of the staged life to receive
bounties of rubber, plastic and dust of the entertainer’s stage...
then imagine being psychoanalysed on every page turn
just so that someone can have a job without having met you...
all the local prostitutes decided to denote me as the devil...
i just started wearing sunglasses when looking out the window at night.
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 8:00 PM UTC
We carry with us our memories and our scars,
strewn across our beings like the clear night is, with stars
and like sailors in the wilderness, they give us a sense of who we are,
which direction we are going, where we came from and how far.
Drops in the ocean, we reach out for our anchor,
that thread that ties us to ourselves, our idioms and our rancour
but when the storm clouds gather on the night of the new moon
I tie myself to the mast, submissive to the jostling gloom.
I catch a glimpse through Lightning bolts, the darks fiery reprieve,
those scarry looming shadows of all the souls whom had to leave,
I'm stunned, abandoned to the whim of whipping waves,
on the tide of all those memories that have formed how I behave.
This is my new scar, but it's not one bourne from pain,
it's one that can sense the morning after midnight's rampant rain,
a mountain emerging from the ocean, to make it's mark in air,
before the wind comes round a-roaring and sinks it without a care.
Aug 29, 2019
Aug 29, 2019 at 9:25 AM UTC
Scarry goblins in the corners,
witches vampires and more.
Halloween is any girls' excuse,
to dress up like a *****
But me and my friends? No,
we get together and chill.
We get a few to do our bidding,
stealing their candy is our thrill.
We sit around and laugh,
we poke fun at one another.
It's time to just be ourselves,
and time to laugh with eachother.
This Halloween was easily the best,
that I have ever had.
No one cried, everyone laughed,
and no one even got mad.
We just sat around and laughed,
we joked and we had fun.
These are my Halloween friends,
I hope we have more than this one.
Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 6:13 PM UTC
People of the night,
cowards of the day.
No matter who you are,
someone makes it okay.
Her deep dark past,
her scarry new future.
No matter what,
he will teach her:
"There are ups and downs,
wrongs and rights.
But I'm here for you,
to make it alright."
He speaks in song,
his words medolic and kind.
He's probably the best friend,
she will ever find.
"I don't have much,
to give you in turn.
But I'll give you my heart,
and I'll give you my word.
I'll be there for you,
I'll be your friend.
I'll stay with you,
till the very end."
He smiled big,
looked in her eyes.
It was nice to have,
someone to confide.
She reached up high,
wrapped her arms around him.
A friend who listens,
and a great guy within.
Jul 24, 2010
Jul 24, 2010 at 9:56 AM UTC
My inner self
Is a small black kitty
with eyes so blue they sparkle
She is energetic and playful
a cute little thing you see
She will pounce on anything she sees
and playfully bite your hands
Mewing loudly
Pretending she is big
and scarry
But don't mess with her
Or she sharp little claws will come out
and MAN oh MAN
are those things sharp
Her little teeth will feel like needles
if you mess with her
So just remember
small adorable things
they can pact a punch
they can be deadly
>:-)
Mew
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 11:00 AM UTC
It can be rough
or intriguing,
gentle
or even scarry.
Whatever it might be to you,
you can't say it isn't interesting.
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 10:51 AM UTC
I bid you good day
I have no need to fight
the war is won
from so very far away
So note I don't gloat
or do take a tote
her might is mine
her word divine
What fills my boredom and tears
what makes my mind scarry to flight
only her whom resides in doors
my love of inconsequential wars
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 5:12 PM UTC
This heart is going to stop.
It may be a scarry sound next to a pub,
A silent scattershot in a shop to rob,
An exciting smell in a chemic lab,
Or a short nap in a taxi cab.
Only God knows how it will end,
Passing through that particular land.
But indeed this heart is about to cease.
It is the keen and slow pain that nobody sees,
The heavy carelessness bringing no ease,
The fast heart-beaten minutes I lose,
My non-existent ecography's hues.
Only God knows how it ends,
While I'm passing through all these lands.
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 2:48 AM UTC
there's this one sliver of space at the core of who i am.
i am drawn to it. it hurts me. and i like it when it hurts.
i used to ignore it but now it has grown on me. welcomed invader.
my silly attempts to squeeze it out make it go deeper.
i know that now.
i let it sink in.
i tilt my head left. slightly. pull my hair behind my ear.
and bare my neck. one eye eyeing it. full of intent.
it goes deep. i let it.
and the deep will breathe a space where no face
can be found.
it blooms a multitude.
and i stare into it. scarry-eyed.
even tears come near
but they only brim.
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 6:05 PM UTC
As brurrly vision becomes more transparent
The hard humming disappearing from my head
The uneasy pain becoming more and more apparent
Senses returning to their normal carriculums
Bit by bit my memory recovering to unveil
The simple truths of the tragedy i was in,
I realized i had just cheated death
Everything happened in tachyon speeds,
One minute i was alive and happy as a lark
The next minute i was recovering from the boarders of death
One minute i had friends, enjoying the trip to a popular resort
The next minute they changed route to heaven or hell
As death had just bumbed unto us, .
Leaving me on the boarders of this world and another
I dont know whether it was because i lived, or the memory of my friends
My face insrantly flooded with tears,
My heart aching and my head twirling,
Wishing it was one of those scarry meaningless dreams
But my sanity assured me it was more real than it seemed
I couldn't hold, this was too much
Although i had just cheated death...
I felt weak, and fell down
First on my knees, then cascaded to my whole body, ...darkness fell over me
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 12:59 AM UTC
I've always wanted community,
But it was mostly because I wanted you,
I turned myself inside out,
It had a real evil turn-about,
There's no way to think the same,
After a little trip into your head,
Haunting little thoughts wrapped in rope,
Keeps me far away from bed,
It really seems you alone are the reason,
I stopped stabbing the good guy in my mind,
Just for laughter and clout,
They were never sympathetic for the joker,
Yet, you were, guess that was the first red flag,
You were real pretty,
You are real scarry,
You wanted to fly, wings like a fairy's,
Your promise of safety was a tale,
You told to spin a great big web,
Three days,
I'll never think the same.
Feb 26, 2025
Feb 26, 2025 at 10:52 AM UTC