"scuffles" poems
Submerged in darkness, a shimmering shred of light reaches
Gasping for air, yet I am still breathing
Struggling, yet I am still moving
Drowning – Yet I am still alive
In fear, but not frightened
So confused, so unclear
Even in my dying breath I yet again find myself thinking
Again and again…
Obsessed I think I am, but how can I not be?
After inhaling every breath,
After our childish scuffles,
I am still trapped down this lonely abyss
Away from the land – Away from you
I’m still drowning
Only now in solitude do I find that I’m least alone,
Spending every second walking back through memories,
Memories that are already fading
Do I still love you? I don’t even know
The first 5 days was agony,
In the 2nd week all I could do was think of you,
It was 1 month and I was still…
The 2nd month came and I thought I was better,
The 3rd month I was scared because I was forgetting you –
Where had all those sweet memories gone?
The 5th month…
That shred of light never reached me…
I drowned.
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 3:22 AM UTC
Can you stand there looking on
As the innocent die?
Will you speak up for your own good
And for the sake of a life?
The guilt may not belong to them
An execution unjustified
The only thing to do
Is pursue the truth
And make sense of what's in front of you
When is it time to pull the plug
On someone who still breathes?
Who can decided when it's time
For them to be at peace?
Is it to act on their behalf
Or to act selfishly?
The only thing to do
Is pursue the truth
And make sense of what's in front of you
When is the exact moment when
A fetus is considered alive?
Is it merciful to abort it when
You know it won't survive?
Was it carelessness or misfortune
That has brought you here to decide?
The only thing to do
Is pursue the truth
And make sense of what's in front of you
Are we not all humans who may want companionship
And might be willing to take that sacred vow?
Then why are those who found it in the same gender
Told their love is not allowed?
Who is to say that it is wrong?
Isn't love what it's all about?
The only thing to do
Is pursue the truth
And make sense of what's in front of you
Where does it say that you can't have ***
Unless you are married?
It is your own choice and we must respect
The beliefs that each of us carries
For we have our own reasons
And circumstances varies
The only thing to do
Is pursue the truth
And make sense of what's in front of you
When is it right to start a war
And fight with bullets and bombs?
Religious scuffles and political disputes
About who was right and who was wrong
Does the world need more bloodshed
Or has it gone on for too long?
The only thing to do
Is pursue the truth
And make sense of what's in front of you
I ask you these things to make you think
So we can find an answer hopefully
These are issues we as one world must face
And though we may not all agree
We must try to communicate
If we ever want peace universally
The only thing to do
Is pursue the truth
And make sense of what's in front of you
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 1:31 AM UTC
Reality was bereft
As your head,
Caresses the pillow
A night deft.
As I hear the crickets
Lagging behind, I
With you on the way
To dreamland with a ticket.
Don the Hatter's Hat
In Alice's Wonderland.
As we sip tea
With Rabbit and the Cheshire Cat.
Be large or be small
Eating chocolates
And muffins
Down the rabbit hole.
A carpet of wings
We fly over
The Caspian, The Aegean
To where the Siren sings.
Three headed dog is yours
A gargoyle, mine.
Little pets we walk
Down Tartarus's corridors .
Europe behind, we face
South West
To the land of Mayans
And folk of a mystical race.
We play war chief,
Play in our blue tepee
Flying on the backs
Of eagles as they screech.
You dance around
My fire
Gyrating in that form
Bringing rain down.
Purple Rider
On a wind maned horse
Black One on a
Golden strider.
Barfights and shootouts
Brawls and scuffles
You gained a puffy eye
While I broke my stout.
Seeking a view
We jumped from
Skyscraper to skyscraper
Old and new.
Jumped from hills
Into rivers
Spoke to the wild
For time to ****
Wary of the time
We take flight
Off the Everest
We just climbed.
Down and down
Into a sea
Coloured silver
Bubbly diamonds all around.
No lack of gas,
You put swimming to the test
Tripped on a rock
A jellyfish attacks!
Boom and Pow
Wham, slam and
A big crunch
Little jellyfish said ow!
Get stuck in traffic
Office hours
We suppose
As the birds swam chaotic.
We're here!
Portal to reality
Now exposed
By now the dream was dear.
Maybe now you can't see
But we will,
The sun rise,
From the bottom of the sea.
So we wait
As the sea turned
Silver to fire
A nice first date.
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 10:07 PM UTC
**Can you hear me???
Is anyone out there???**
My blitheness is departed,
I sit wondering, where I went wrong..
The pain of being alone is vigorous.
The thoughts in my head have me wishing ,
To lay in a snowy inky pothole.
I failed this life,
I feel so solo,
My true hue evaporate.
Now i am,
*Senseless
Helpless
Breathless.
Endless* scuffles makes scar's on me.
With hope..
A Second glance..
Annoyed.
**Can you hear me???
Can you hear me!!!**
Jan 30, 2016
Jan 30, 2016 at 10:32 PM UTC
Melon Collies
Mashed Potato
Lemon Lollies
Aspect Ratio
Burnt Toast
Green Crisps
Dry Roast
Scratched Discs
Missed Calls
Cigarette Smoke
****** Fools
That Annoying Bloke
Headaches
Nightmares
Bed Shakes
Bus Fares
***** Hands
****** Hairs
Flirty Grans
Bruised Pairs
Unwashed Pots
Dented Tins
Acne Spots
Overflowing Bins
Living Beyond Ones Means
Benefit Cheats
Being Obscene
Anger In Defeat
Long Ques
Cutting In Line
Being Rude
Wasting Time
Self Service
Disc Error
Being Nervous
Ugly Mirror
Discarded Wrappers
Paper Cuts
Hardened Slappers
Naked *****
Bad Taste
Sore Throat
Sad Face
Raw Goat
Smelly Feet
Missing Socks
Unclean Sheets
Talking ********
Flat Tires
No Ink
Tangled Wires
Loo Stinks
Muddy Puddles
Cracked Pavement
Minor Scuffles
Black Enslavement
Tax Returns
***** Glass
Chinese Burns
Half Mast
Fingerprints on Screens
Points that are Moot
Friends that are Really Fiends
Two Finger Salute
Melted Ice Cubes
Third World Poverty
People Being Rude
Unjust Sovereignty
Unpaid Fines
Hasty Follies
Doing Lines
Nasty Bullies
Mold on Bread
Lumpy Custard
Off My Meds
Cheeky *******
Painful Splinters
Dead Batteries
Rainy Winters
Springy Mattresses
Filled With Dread
Slow Divorce
Cold Bed
No Remorse
Saying Goodbye
Not Wanting to Part
No Reply
Broken Heart
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 8:32 PM UTC
the cup is filled to the brim of blood
the silver chalice lies in her hands
hear the drip droning from the enslaved
licks the perimeter once for good luck
the skin of the devil crawls
as she takes your cup and with her
black skinned sunglasses hisses down
your blood
licking the stains of life
slowly her tongue probes from her lips
the scorpion tipped tongue crawls around
slowly everlastingly she scuffles the chalice
the bottomless serenade swept aside
that scorpion tipped tongue glances
and the fearless devil shrinks down a size
a new empress slithers into the throne
forever enshrined and hailed
as she licks the slivers of your blood
from the plush thorn-bush lips of love
with her black skinned sunglasses hissing
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 10:37 PM UTC
I marry you in the playground.
This limitless concrete jungle, a place where wars break, houses are made and tea is served now hosts a grander event.
Spring blossoming hedgerows arch over head framing our glee, we stand together.
Resplendent in sweatshirt, Teflon and scuffed Clarks, your gingham has never looked so glorious, and I feel under-dressed and overwhelmed next to your face. The one that every mother could love.
Presided over by a select few and away from prying eyes, boisterous scuffles over footballs and teachers who just wouldn’t, couldn’t get our love.
Our diamonds and sapphires might be gelatine and e-numbers, but this commitment is delicious. As sweet and sticky as the hold you have over me.
I take your hand in mine and run for the boundaries.
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 6:16 PM UTC
I'm so done
no, I won't run
anymore with no lungs
I am no one
this artist is heartless
I stab sheets for catharsis
bleed pens by the cartridge
I've used stars for targets
my soul's drained
I have no brain
I only know shame,
pain, strain and cold rain
the invisible man
with no frame
I have no name;
that's my code name
my life's full of remarkable struggles
impossible tussles
quarrels and scuffles
leaving only fossils of knuckles
I have no will
no thrill
no feel
but still never no chill
because I wallow inside
swallowing pride
drowning
drowning.
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 12:10 PM UTC
rainy through the window
he walks.
away from my desperate silence,
away from my wordless
burdened
fears.
torturously, this mindvideo repeats
why didn't you follow? echoesechoesechoes inside
could have;
ran through drops, grabbed his hand, buried into flannel,cried,grazed his face
said things
meant things
he scuffles away through soggy leaves.
quarter-heartedly, my hopes mumble: he will look back.
Mar 3, 2011
Mar 3, 2011 at 3:58 PM UTC
A hermit crab
In love with his bongo.
Scuffles on with his bongo beat.
Each thump filling the empty space
Around him.
He walks the hot concrete.
In search of something like home.
His shell dragging behind
Weighing him down.
The thump no longer loud enough
To move its tiny body.
The rhythm barely rattling around its
shell.
After a while everything can turn into a drag.
But still, he scuffles on.
He smiles, stopping to take a break
On the grass.
The concrete burning his feet.
His tiny claws scraping across the bongo.
He looks over to his left.
To find an old boot.
Nodding her head, tapping the ground
Following along to the beat.
Although weathered, she too smiled.
Echoing back his loud thuds.
Her sole cracked but full of life.
Life happens in the strangest way sometimes.
Two outcasts alone.
Drumming up stories without a word.
Scuffling on a bongo heart.
Life doesn't have to be a drag all the time.
Sep 25, 2024
Sep 25, 2024 at 2:03 PM UTC
dream , a struggle in reality
rise above the scuffles
live the dream.
©
Mrunalini.D.Nimbalkar
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 7:16 AM UTC
Leave the man alone and let him eat.
It 4AM and all the bars are closed
but this diner never does.
It holds retreat to those scuffles you receive
from the daily grind
from the solutions in bottles that solve no qualms.
"No, I don't mind. This man has iron. You know iron?
Most walking around are plastic."
He picks up the water cup and shakes it.
"Plastic,"
I raise my eyebrows, bend my lips, and nod very well.
Very well, just don't call me plastic.
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 8:27 PM UTC
You're a star.
Crafted and created by others.
Your publicist states, you must protect your image.
Controversy must be avoided.
We here to promote you.
So we need no trouble.
Your image is needed.
If success is to last forever.
Remember, you're a star.
We need no confrontation or scuffles.
This bring on the news.
Money dries up when your image is destroyed.
Carry yourself well.
Speak only after thinking.
Remember, you're a star.
We take the rugged of the rugged and mold them.
Even if trouble was once surrounded all around them.
Except, we need your assistance.
Cause without it.
You won't be nothing.
We deflect the negative away from you.
Have the fools of the press falling all over you.
Why?
Because that's what publicists do?
Remember, you're a star.
Which to itself, is a myth.
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 11:40 AM UTC
soft scuffles, flurry into the frigid temps
the white frozen crystals cascade silently
opaque grey skies bellow in furry
spitting more cold as my feet tread
haphazardly, the cold bites my lungs
I run, breathing heavily
treading thick footfalls and smiling earnestly
whipping through trees, toppling over rocks
today I drove to the mountainside
knowing quite well a blizzard was brewing
distinctively reflecting the recklessness inside of me
but this was something which I love to do
to feel my heart beating and my body competing
against the coldness blown my nature
a hint of carelessness sometimes brings out
the best in me,
thick hat and slimming tights
yak tracks to keep my shoes from slipping
skirting around fallen logs and hearing
the crackle of frozen river beds
the sun simply glowing upon the snow beds
as I made my way around the mountain bend
golden light melted, filtered through the
pine leaves, stifling sweetness
with that of the coldness
I couldn't feel my cheeks and my toes
were growing numb,
yet I am much too used to that now
my thighs were beginning to burn
and ice kissed along my exposed neck
there hasn't been anyone to do that lately
I could see my breath puff out in front of me
reminding me that I am still very much living
it's not me and my head anymore
its me and the mountain, running without
no apparent reason,
other than to feel loved
by that of the intimate curves
and the treading of my
sore feet
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 8:28 PM UTC