"selcouth" poems
i walked in a garden
i saw roses, daisies, bougainvilleas
pagoda and peonies too
and somehow they reminded me of you
the roses reminded me of your lips
how it's so red and lovely
how it curves whenever your smile along with your eyes
how it separates when you laugh
the daisies reminded me of your eyes
how it slowly blooms beautifully in morning
how lovely when it slowly closes at night
how chatoyant it was when touched by light
the bougainvillea reminded me of your being
how you stood strong despite everything
how you stayed lucent and beautiful
how you let yourself bloom in many colours
the pagoda reminded me of your skin
how it's yellowish and eternally beautiful
how smooth and soft it was
how selcouth it seems in my retina
the peonies reminded me of your heart
how it's still exquisite despite of its fragile figure
how it's still eesome even though it looks wrinkled
how it stays strong and pulchritudinous
walking in the garden felt serendipitious
it felt like walking
inside your existence
and i liked it.
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 3:45 AM UTC
I am wild, my akushla,
a solivigant.
But you are a cynefin.
Your kalon conceives resfeber in me.
Beasts rumble within like brontide,
they chant of redamancy, my trouvaille.
The dragoman drew me to you
Speaking of yugen
the susurruss mountains
they cured my atelphobia
Submontane caves
where our lights baltered among the selcouth crystals
Reminding me of basorexic spoondrift
breaking the moonglades you adore,
my fellow parallian.
Perhaps it was boyish werifesteria
or maybe I was selenotropic
to fall in love with a gentle boobook
ever so finifugal when we speak
But I feel filipendulous when abendrot bows for advesperacit
You sometimes consider it sphalolaliah,
my words, going ever on and on,
But I’ll learn your lagom, if you give me time
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 8:53 PM UTC
I
I wish I’d seen it sooner, you are parallax,
Your lipstick fooled me for so long, you catalyst,
You trapped me in my own heart, you are Calypso,
I kept my fears hidden behind a mental citadel,
You tore it down, your touch was selcouth,
But only to me, you were too beautiful, you are kalopsia
II
Even your fingernails lied, you are kalopsia,
I shouldn’t come down from cloud nine, this parallax
Should’ve been more apparent, not selcouth,
Not how I thought it, you are TNT, a catalyst,
You demolish with your winks, even my citadel
Fell before you, but you still kept me in, you are Calypso.
III
Tell everyone you’re real, you are Calypso,
You are not a myth, you are simply kalopsia,
A breathtaking lie, you didn’t need a citadel,
Nobody could break you anyway, you are parallax,
But you’re evil at all angles, you are the catalyst
Of all things lonely, this no longer feels selcouth.
IV
You are kalopsia, the gorgeous catalyst.
You are parallax, wrecking citadels.
You are not selcouth; you are Calypso.
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 12:49 PM UTC
Rancor,
Swashbuckling with a sawtooth grin and sacrilegious shouts, selcouth with an unsound mind, the commonness of uniqueness, the commonness of opinionated onions cutting their teeth on life and crying, again, and ready to saw off the limbs of the opposition out of revenge!
Rancor, relax, you're not a Twitter matador, I wish you were because I’d love to watch the show.
We cuddle with exotic nylon fibers and squeal about our weight and status and how someone insulted us and how terrible it is to be alive while sipping on easily accessibly high fructose corn syrup! Life has never been this sweet, but I guess we’re getting sick of honey.
I complain about the complaints, I am the anti-complaining complaint club president.
I am a writer, an iPhone thumb tapper.
Hear me
These mental gymnastics will somersault and summerset you right, child,
Don’t listen to Rancor,
That man’ll grab your gaze and stir your attention into a cocktail while winking at you from behind the bar
he’ll leave your brain a little woozy from a life that used to be sweet until you left it out in the sun a few years too long,
I wonder if some of the dead watch us from the corners of our bedroom or the trees along the freeway, waiting for greatness to unfurl.
I’ll bet they do and I’ll bet you’re a glitch, I’ll bet a little piece of another galaxy hit you in the head and made your finger twitch.
How many hot car hours have been spent in a parking lot,
the skin dries, the phone dies,
the spirit once lifted towards the outlines of the mountain peak now seeks memes, transcendent in their own right.
May 12, 2022
May 12, 2022 at 1:54 AM UTC
we are selcouth flower petals on plants that never considered their pots would be moved from their infinitesimal places on the windowsill
when the leaves brushed, a strange ebullience of euphoria erupted in misshapen fireworks displays
the radiance was blinding, but provided a pain that oddly pleasurable
vines amalgamate and coalesce still, twining together and combining with strangled whispers
amatory acts and emotions permeate the petrichor of distance, and the indefatigable thoughts continue strongly
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 8:45 AM UTC
I surrender my heart,
for it has a goal,
to feel what's real,
pure, and whole.
The palace is clean,
and calling my colours.
& A rainbow will be,
in each corner of me.
For I, For You.
For Once, For Truth.
I will put ALL of me in my Kiss.
Orenda rests in the crystal mist.
& I will delve into the lips,
Of vulnerable places.
Letting go of me.
New water is invasive.
With the levels so deep,
Resting between,
Your forever speech,
And crystalline,
Bridge of Senses.
We're on the fence of,
Time and Space.
& I move through your Kiss, yes,
Tacenda rests on your lips.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 1:34 PM UTC
im captured
stuck in this fen
this fen of confusion and hurt
we had to absquatulate
im wishing for a thaumaturgy
dont they see we are copacetic together
this selcouth relationship we have
i zetetic some way out of this
a way for this to be excepted
but this is just the ord
the ord of a trail of upturned beaks and hateful sneers
the ord of what we call fate.
why must there be this unwanted wrath
this unwanted hurt
why are we so unwanted
this is us not them
this is a relationship no one can understand but us
this is something worth fighting for.
Jan 19, 2012
Jan 19, 2012 at 4:25 PM UTC
i find perfect peace in lalochezia ..
your being is selcouth,
this piece is adoxography to the world
but everything to me.
darling you drowned me so deep in lust,
i started to believe that it was love..
i sit by the ocean in the night time as if i am a paralian,
listening to the most peaceful sound that is the waves roaring..
the horror of my desolation,
seems to be washing away at the sound of the ocean..
i never want to leave this place.
i suffer eremophobia,
i just need us to move..
we cant stay here, we have to leave,
this is torture.
i dream of rasasvada,
i dream of apanthropinization.
le mot juste.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 8:13 PM UTC
atmospheric,
and actually quite lovely
or selcouth,
either way, it's time for us to retreat back into ourselves,
to fold delicately into, in two, in three segments,
tucked away until melting ice slides, skin-sheet
off our hairless arms
we yawn before sun gods then,
lids closed, yet light penetrates with branch-veins
so amber and pulsating.
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 3:08 AM UTC
//I swear I just have the same subconcious pattern every time with just waiting when I'm bordering extinction --
like maybe on someone throwing a lifesaver ?
*I'm literally someone's-accidental-bumping away from
falling off this escarpment,
A selcouth flower-drenched meadow just last week,
now all-of-the-sudden barren and pretty grim plateau*
***On the edge of extinction,
Do you retreat, or put up your last fight?***
*I feel an urge to dismiss all and jump off the edge.
Besides, Extinction is probably the name of our parellel realm.
and they probabaly say* "be careful! you're on the edge of Reality."__//__
But that’s just a lone-sweet picturesque visualization from my esteemed friend, Imagination.
Sadly, yes, everything just mentioned was just daydreams occuring while sparking others’ sangfroid.
***So when this little Miss Cure-Chaser
finally gets a breath-***
n it’s honestly usually more like half;
I realize that I just gave out the last drop
of my spirit’s nature to a stranger
when I realize this,
I also see that
no one paid heed to
the healer in need of healing
bastardized by the Real-Life
Nightmare of Californication
I forget the grace
residing in my survival;
When I’m all dished out,
When healing’s lost my fervor,
Scorching my lovely Fylgja.
Meanwhile my soul’s alongside
taking it’s toll, it’s Californication.
I throw on my once-was, back of the closet
Hot Mess resolution
a Way-Too-Tight black dress
And a shoe-like lace up back.
I turn to the mirror, and as I wink I say **** it.
It’s Californication,
and I’m its ******* Counterrevolution.
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 1:09 AM UTC
The songs that don't force you to feel a
certain way-I like those
They give you something and your mind
swallows it, whether it taste bitter or sweet
It is yours
-cj
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 12:09 AM UTC
I fear your touch as much as I fear your scent.
I fear your tears as much as I fear your heart.
You control my every thought,
You control my every breath.
I can't focus when you're near me;
I can't focus when you're away.
The sweetness of your lips,
I long that sweetness all day.
You make me desperate and needy,
You make me ache and weak.
I am afraid to love you but I am also afraid to leave you.
You are so selcouth,
You are so different.
My path, you've changed it.
But somehow you're still the one.
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 10:02 PM UTC
Life is selcouth
You want proof
You just have to look for it
It's not as normal as one might perceive
However maybe that just depends on how you believe
Learn to feel from the heart not just what others tell you to see
Think for yourself
And don't believe everything you read ;)
Especially from tv
Don't take it from me
Life's fabric
weaves
from
rare
tapestry
Aug 22, 2017
Aug 22, 2017 at 6:08 AM UTC
So much hope held hostage
by halidom forces
chills the blood
That pulsates and courses
Through
the currents of life
as we subject ourselves
to astralis forces
To create excuses or hope
In lives so fleeting
Among those nocturnal dreams
That always seems
to conjure selcouth reasons
Mysteries we fear
Like gargoyles about to pounce
Any time you are near
And yet you know they are static fixtures of their domicile
Not some archangel in their power
for they
like all Earthly things
Are subjected to an aeolean fate
that eventually will subdue
While far down below
we seek to serry ourselves
Against the fears inside
by non-symmetrical alliances
non - starters for so many "enlightening" humans
I think not
For those fears that we trust
are often all that we remember
Not all that we forgot
no power assumes
To consume... except the ones we've misjudged
Always trust oneself !
Sep 19, 2021
Sep 19, 2021 at 4:59 AM UTC
I long for the shore yet she always pushes me away
Constantly being moved by the moon
Sometimes I hold great saudade
But then I listen for the selcouth music of the mermaids
and radiate from the beauty of life gliding and dancing through my tides
I gaze up at the night and am mesmerized by the stars
Knowing this world is a miracle
and I hold so much magic and beauty
I crave for the touch of God's creations never getting enough
Knowing my purpose, I am recherche
Holding dreams and wishes, hopes and fears
Secrets I hold in my deepest trenches
I know I am loved for even the sun desires my presence
I am sempiternal
Apr 18, 2018
Apr 18, 2018 at 2:45 PM UTC