"seperates" poems
what the hell is love anyway? why is there this supposed special connection to someone. And why do we fret so much when it goes away? what makes it different than a friendship? is it the extra doses of horomones you get from kissing? (wich, lets face it, is oly a trigger to the brain to think of ****** contact) why must humans search and find this ONE person the propose impossible promises to? Most animals just let their ****** need envelope them when they choose and dont think too much on the subject. But doses of religion and morals of society prohibit us from doing that. Are those morals the things telling us to seek out this unreasonable aspect of love? are those morals the secret to these pain-inflicting circumstances? becasue, all feelings are are certain levels and mixtures of horomones in the brain, so love is nothing more than a science. The thing that seperates the link between enjoing someone as a friend and as a suitor is *** and the eason people get heartbroken and cry over losers who hurt them are merely the fault of morals
Jun 6, 2010
Jun 6, 2010 at 4:50 PM UTC
the air is so thick that even your thoughts melt away
in the Southern heat. sweat starts pouring until your
clothes start clinging to you like an unwanted lover. heat and sweat seperates the true Southerners from the wannabe's,
who don't truly love a place even when it's too **** hot.
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 5:24 PM UTC
Time seperates more than you'd imagine
I'd swear every day feels like a mile
We've become out of touch now and
You're out of my reach yet again
When all that I ever wanted was your hand
Time allowed me to have it only once
But you'd be mine, I could see through my eyes
I could imagine it for that moment
And I imagine that moment in daydreams
Infinite hearts crossed in my head
Our lives played out like campy broadway shows
But daydreams are nightmares in waking hours
The pain of lucid moments like grasping empty space
The cup will fall, the water spill
It's stepping on glass just to breathe
I have years of memories to draw upon
Times spanning distances that'd bring us closer
But memories are like looking through a telescope
So time seperates more than you can imagine
Aug 23, 2013
Aug 23, 2013 at 3:14 PM UTC
hey dad.
how are you?
i miss you. a lot.
although you're just a text away, i still can't bring myself to carry through.
i hope she treats you well. and i hope those boys aren't ornery ********
i sometimes think about the day at the st. louis children's mueseum.
it was happiness.
i think that's my reason.
i still haven't told you about it; the darkness, i mean
my darkness i should say
because i know about yours
maybe we can bond
since our biological bond isn't real
sometimes when i'm sad, i want to call you
but you're probably busy
or maybe you don't care
i don't know
i wanna tell you how i can't stop thinking about filling the emptiness and longing, with substances you've had issues with in the past
speaking of, you're drinking again.
i blame her whole-heartedly
although it pains me not to give the fault to myself for once,
i still will always blame her
did you know that when you got engaged, i wanted to jump off a cliff?
probably not.
do you know that i still sometimes feel like that?
but not just becasue of you.
mom is a factor and sonia and grandma and friends and boys
but you,
you were the one i never thought would make me feel so ******
it's cliche, i know
an other suicidal teen girl with daddy issues
i'm thinking about what would happen if i were to visit you in the fall
imagining her on your arm makes my heart feel stretch across the grand canyon of space that seperates your world and mine
someday i will tell you
everything
every feeling and thought and wrong-doings
i will say it all
dad, i miss you to the god **** moon and back
it's five in the moring and i'm thinking of the way you used to take care of our yard
you were just getting bad then
i was young
i didn't realize
please know i've grown into a woman
without you
i get it now
i'm imagining seeing you in september and you sugar coating the truth and me crying over a false reality
so please be honest with me if you want to be in my life
i run on truthfulness and cynical humor
and if you can't handle me
tell me
because i deserve the truth as much, if not more than you
i love you, ron.
and you will always be my father
no matter who comes in goes in my life
you will walk me down the aisle and we'll be happy
as happy as we were that day at the st. louis children's muesuem
i miss you so ******* much, dad
call me back as soon as you get this.
i hope you are doing well.
Jul 2, 2014
Jul 2, 2014 at 6:06 AM UTC
Letters of love.
Show me the barrier
That seperates continents.
Will I know
The oceans sink
The love I send.
Wrap me up in glue
And seal the words
I love you in the conflict.
Lonley is the sour milk
On my desk.
The smell of socks rotting
In the wrestlin room.
Brings back the yoga from moorakas.
Make me fresh like a corpse of
Dead chum.
Fill my heart in a river from the
Red eggs I killed and gave to
Crab fishermen.
The heads are open with clear kelp teeth.
Unwind the widdower who says
To punture her lungs with a knife.
He knows the pain and conflict
When she breaths to die.
Snap a picture to tells us 100 feet
From air yeilded a 25 pound trophy.
The stranger lets us watch his knife
Open a rare white chinook.
The fire we watch was gutted and rinsed
In a metal sink.
The deeper we dig into flesh
The more we see war.
But the smell of salt water
And white bones
Feeds fresh souls.
And smokes our dreams when the red metal who
Holds hickory ambers.
The solitude is unforgiven when I
Die in dreams.
Therfore I wake up next to
The chunks and blood red wine
As though gun shots provide reflection.
Back pack with me in empty meditations.
And understand we all must progress
Into the conflicting heart,
And see what cardiac death
Hides behind the scary last breath
Of euphenasia in my mind.
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 5:26 AM UTC
is what seperates
ambition
from greed
and there is no room in our family
for greed
From Quinn Martin's
"The FBI"
starring Efrem Zimbalist Jr
Feb 14, 2011
Feb 14, 2011 at 6:26 PM UTC
There's a bluebird in my heart
too,
but unlike
yours
I like to let mine out
from time to time,
I let him spread his wings
I let him sing
his songs to me
& to the world,
My bartenders like him,
he's how I've gotten most
of the ****** into my bed
and he doesn't mind the smoke,
everyone needs a drag
from time to time,
He's the one
who prefers Jameson
and told my tongue
to not drink
much else,
I don't hide him,
But I'm not mad
that you hid yours away
I'm glad you did
because as much as you
inspire me and make me
want to share my songs
with the world,
I'm glad I'm not as angry
as you made yourself out
to be,
I get it, the image
is everything about
what seperates the men
from the boys,
and at this point I think
I'm all grown up
and we're stuck together
with the same fate,
So I let my bluebird sing
Bukowski,
because more than anything
your songs taught me
how to ****
what the world thinks.
And thank you for lying
to me
You old, drunk *******
Because you let your bluebird
fly, you know it
and may the gods bless you
for not even trying.
I love you
************
Just one question,
Are you crying now?
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 4:01 PM UTC
I lay here waiting in my skin for the tearing of the membrane
that seperates this world from the next one and I let myself
get carried along by a fresh stream of reasoning until I
flare up in the dark like a new species of amoeba
this balancing and spinning around on an atom and just not
falling off it becomes boring at times and maybe because of that
sporules once landed here to grant us the possibility
of another possibility
I lay here waiting and I manage not to drown just like only
an almost newborn baby can and being born in 1983
means nothing here in the swelling infinity
of the abnormal
my skin has been waiting for new atmospheres for decades
and the touch of unknown forms makes me shudder with
raw impervious happiness because invisible energy
effervesces alongside my arms and the eyes in my skull
could be anyone’s right now
suddenly the waiting is forgotten and I wallow myself
in the gathered fairy tales of every soul that preceded me
carelessly astonished and uncapable of understanding
the seriousness of this absurd life
inside me irrational poetry dances
like a tribe jumping around a bonfire
outside the universe
dances her own eternity
round and round
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 7:33 PM UTC
The wall that seperates our home
Was as thick as the callouses on my fingers,
But I could hear every brush stroke
That he made on his canvas.
With every flick of his wrist,
a new image begins to build.
With every breathe that he took,
breaths of love and passion.
I can see in high quality definition
The looks on the spectator's faces,
As they admire your colors
On the wall beside the colors you once admired.
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 7:57 AM UTC
We are made of
Water and sand
Creatures that live
On the line
Of the land
Drawn by
The child-gods
Seperates us
Between
Land and the Sea
Made from sand
And water
Are we.
As the tide
Goes out
Then so
We are pulled
Toward azure
Waters
In lagoons
And deep pools
And as she
Comes back
Return so do we
Our rightful place
Interfaced,
Between
The land
And the sea
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 5:22 AM UTC
how can I make a translation
of these never before felt feelings
if their language I don’t possess
one of which mine ears
have never had a previliage
of previous precous encounter
and one which overwhelms so powerfully
mine eyes; and my tongue but in realisaton
is powerless to pronounce
yet can do nothing else than confront them
these feelings, these feelings, oh these feelings
a painted mosiac of plasure and gulit
that leaves me in such a quandadry as I don’t know why
yet has me beliebve that the only thing I trust
any longer is this very moment; the moment with him
where pure and untainted feeelings break upon me
as foamed waves upon a pebbled beach
where convention does disintigarte
in splintering bursts of Vulacn light
oh to be yet disintangled in my mind
to be detached, feeling each succeeeding thought
as it seperates itself from the centreal core of my mind
to examine them in the srange sub-lit detachement
where I find myelf now floating
there is no known languange for its expression
these feelings, these felings, these feelings
only Raleigh, only Raleigh, I hope
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 11:12 PM UTC
You look in the mirror,
and hate what stares back at you,
so you throw a fist in blinded rage,
and the glass breaks and cuts you,
but you don't feel a thing past your misery,
You swear again and again,
that you're not worth it,
that you were never anything more than a person,
alone in a crowded room,
with nothing more to look forward to,
than a tear stained pillow case,
and the full moon,
But you're so much more,
so much more than you think you'll ever amount to,
you can be anything if you don't let anyone,
stand in the way,
and one day, you'll find that special someone,
who believes in you,
and you'll fall in love,
and nothing in the world will matter more,
And one day, you'll walk down the aisle,
and from then on be known as bride and groom,
husband and wife,
soul mates,
together until fate seperates you,
and even then you'll still love each other,
just from two different worlds,
So girls,
forget the makeup,
and remember that it's okay to wear your hair up,
and that walking around in sweatpants,
instead of skin tight jeans,
does not under any circumstances make you ugly,
For beauty isn't skin deep,
it's all about what lays underneath the exterior,
hiding from view,
and if a guy doesn't take the time,
to get to know the real you,
then he isn't worth the suffering,
so forget the ones who obsess,
over what's on the outside,
and find someone who'll take the time,
to make you a little less miserable,
and who lives to see you smile.
Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 8:52 PM UTC
a sprinkle a cold sparkle landed on the wrinkled brown textured mittens hold by a chipped damp branch that dances swiftly with the cool breeze the waves with a frosty chill in the air burning all the popping and cracking fires that brake down monster size lumber but soon come to hush and a light which brighten the glows of smile turns to hollow pit of smoky ash of smoke and becomes on with the earth.
With the light lazy moon with it creator shining ill pale texture shining among the dark mist clouds that fade to gray as shimmering white snow flakes clicking to the ground like glue and piles like minni mountains and lookin like a winter wonder land.
Second poem called frosted forest.
Glimmering slick ice thinking down pine woods leaf less the mud slick floors blend with brown snaps leaves broken like hearts of sadness for not being worthy to live in the right ful world where they born and die with every last oxygen they have till the hurricane wind seperates them and their love home and get tossed around like a rag doll and have no respect then being tossed out like garbage and left there to evaporate from the living exciting life. When the gloom less colorful trees that are painted with dazzling frosted breath water giving it a reflecting crystal out line giving the sunsets rise a glimming out line color.
Authors note: thankyou for all the veiwes i hope you enjoy future poems i right.... I need a subject for me to write about send me a message and i'll do on for you so thankyou for taking your time to read my poems even though you like them or not...so i guess by for now
Dec 15, 2010
Dec 15, 2010 at 8:41 AM UTC
Staring out the window, lying in the dark
Wistfully wishing for moon and stars
But blinded by a streetlight
Blotting out the beauty of a sky at night
As surely as the world seperates you and I
Pressing my face to the glass
I cannot see them, though surely I can feel them
Toying with my mind at the edge of my perception,
Like your hands wrapped 'round my heart
-shining in the distance
The stars will shine again one day,
But I wonder if I'll ever know your face
Or will it remain forever out of reach
-just sparkling light on midnight canvas
Such bittersweet thoughts twist my mood
So I fall asleep to dream of you
-and streetlights turn to stars and moon
Jun 7, 2013
Jun 7, 2013 at 5:29 AM UTC
She's melting into nothingness
building a thick wall that seperates her
from pain and sorrow
No one can see in
understand why
They barely even notice
Inscripted onto the imaginary walls
that form her sanctuary
are words...
If I never love, I'll never hurt
If I'm never happy, I'll never be sad
If I never let them in, I'll never be let down
Her guise rises each morning with the sun
escapes only when sleep allows it to
Sleepless nights cause nothing but confusion
and conflict
Two minds, two personalities
one person
Nothingness
She slowly escapes
melts
Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 5:19 PM UTC
This is what seperates us:
Words that twist and turn,
Tiny hurricanes swelling up
Raising inside my throat-
Coughing and wheezing,
I spew them out onto
The eagerly awaiting paper,
Waiting to see what sticks,
While you just sit there
Vacantly waiting for something-
Anything, to sweep you off
Your perfectly positioned feet.
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 10:22 PM UTC
Oh sorrow..can I put you to sleep within this soul... Can I put the
memories of our time together to bed... the pain of us being lost
in time has left me a wanderer in my own soul.... The place we
walk in seperates us from the world... It's here we search each
other out... Timeless mists of grey...
My time is not yours...
Your time is not mine...
This feelings so magical at your feet i pour...
Longing for your purity, your body, my sacred shrine....
Left stranded in a trance of continuum.
Never to find my consciousness
My dreams running like water in a dark vacuum.
Your heart to redeem my soul in this torturing endlessness.
I bathe in what you have placed before me...with arms outstretched
hoping to gather you there...to share with you the ancient secrets
of my heart...hoping that just one moment in time the mist will
fade and I will see your face...I will feel your heart beat against
mine...
I have walked through the dark clouds of my youth to see you
These unheard voices inside me, this path i am given so true...
Through time and empty spaces i travel
For i have an unbearable desire to complete you
I hold the hope within like a light...a beacon
for you to see me...
to breach the the walls that have cast us here...
bound by want and need...
A desire to be whole...in all ways....
here in my thoughts i dwell forever.... With a longing so pure
before time....
It is here I will wait for you...
in soulful surrender...
for the truest love of mine
Unto heaven and earth we are made an unfulfilled vow
Yet our hearts will remain one true scent of a story that goes to
the ends of earth
Nov 8, 2010
Nov 8, 2010 at 7:48 PM UTC
In what light am I undone
that morning stars lead you away
and with the rising of the sun
you bid farewell you cannot stay.
For morn brings mourning to my eyes
and here upon my trembling lips
lie echos of those gentle sighs
that with this night so gently slips.
from hands that plead with lack of voice
yet speak aloud both want and need
for this is circumstance not choice
that seperates and intercedes.
Pray twilight hear my anguished heart
and offer solace to my soul
as I once more am torn apart
without the love that makes me whole.
So I with muted tongue your name pronounce
as darkness kills stone dead our bliss
and mornings manic smile doth trounce
the chance of one last goodnight kiss.
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 9:21 PM UTC
This bodies taken, it has been pulled away brought out of place.
Weve walked away with a corpse and weve got nothing left to lose.
What can we do with this, this empty shell, this doomed lifeless man.
What a reflection of our lives, what a dance in our minds, where will we go
what shall we do, we are sitting here wasting away without a purpose.
Im always looking forward, but ive got no destination, no compensation.
This unwholesome life this tattered dream, why am I here why dont I believe?
Im looking for answers, a purpose to this routine, where am I going what have I to gain?
Tell me my purpose, feed me some truth, you stand there as if you have something to say but the words never escape
your mouth.
I see this body, this soulless body, who told this man what truth did he receive.
I guess an ending to everything he was or is there something more?
Is this man burning? Do flames consume him? Is he paying for his mistakes or is he paying
for the fear of another mans fear to speak?
If someone had told him, where would he be, would he be with the angels would he be at his feet.
To think where this mans body lays and where his souls seperates, could have all been changed.
To think this mans fate lies within the words of another man, a man sent by the creator but a man who was
a coward, a man who was ashamed, now a man lay dead in his grave and his sould is chained to a lake.
Many men suffer and many men die, we with hold the truth and another man burns.
We tell ourselves theyll be reached by someone else, how can we know their faith, how
can we know where theyll end up.
What a responsibility we have took on, where souls lie in our hands, where some men burn
and some men live in paradise from the speech out of our mouths. Tongues of fire have power to
breathe life into men and death into others. Open your mouth and speak the truth to save another mans fate.
Dec 15, 2010
Dec 15, 2010 at 8:01 PM UTC
the feeling inside , i cannot describe not anger nor sadness , a certain kind of fustration. i am different in some strange way. feelings come and go yet this has stayed. All for a reason. never knowing why. for i am an embryo wating wanting coveting for the one day i will emerge into something beautiful. i wasnt always this way. the only way to save myself is they way ive avoided for all my life. please? hello? where are you? come here and save me. i cant resist you, its just not enough to say that i miss you. there is so much left to be said but i just might as well be better off dead. but ill stay alive and the reason why ill stare at the beautiful night sky it leave me breathless the same way you do , but ow could i covet somthing ive never had so badly. i am the laste spring blossom. while others bloom each in their beautiful ways shapes and forms i stay a bud. most wont pick it because its not a beautuiful flower but beauty is fleeting and one day while all the other flowers end there peak and whither away. i will thrive. thrive better than anyone elese ever way some day mabye one day baby. you will find out who i am.please? hello? where are you? some here and save me . there is so much more to be sead but i might as well be dead. i cant resist you , its not enough to say that i miss you. im not in denial this is my last trial to accept this bittersweet illusion from the moment we are born we slowly die. screaming at the thin door that seperates fact from fiction. its all just a dream. forever running in place it wont be fast enough. ive lost all controll but this path has taken a toll. ill figure this out all on my own. blurry eyes please look at the beautiful night sky. it wasnt always this way . someday mabye one day baby
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 5:07 PM UTC
Gimme a break from the long day at work.
A piece of mind that doesn't fly by soon as it starts.
Not of discrimination but of a demanding boss.
Time but a snap of a bar.
Gimme a break from negative interpretation.
In terms of being under appreciated.
A smile that encourages the rest of the day to come that much faster.
The commercial before we continue our regular scheduled programming.
Gimme a break before our stature completely seperates.
If only for a moment.
To savor a taste stumbled upon in bulk.
Complex in the pieces we give of ourselves.
Chocolate covered us wrapped in orange.
Fully appreciated in standout appearance.
The smile brought to my mouth.
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 10:34 PM UTC
I still remember our first date,
It was a beautiful sunny day,
The sun's warmth would wrap around us like blankets,
While the cold breeze would kiss our faces,
we walked down a path together that day,
A path filled with beautiful melodies and flowers,
It was such a beautiful scenery,
A scenery that you couldn't keep your eyes off,
Yet the scenery didnt have my eyes,
You did,
I couldn't keep my eyes off you,
You were something out of my wildest dreams,
A dream come true,
I couldn't believe this was real,
So I grabbed your hand,
Slowly feeling your warm touch,
As our fingers interlocked,
But it still wasn't enough proof,
So I pulled you closer to me,
Staring deeply in your eyes,
Bringing you closer,
until our lips met,
This time I knew I wasn't dreaming,
Because I felt something that I had never felt before,
And that was happiness,
It has been years since that sunny day,
The days now have become more windy,
With the cold becoming more brutal than ever,
But that didn't take the warmth wrapped around us,
And that's because we had set a fire,
A fire that ignited in both of us,
A fire that cast away every shadow,
We believed this fire will forever keep the darkness locked up,
But we were both wrong,
Because the sun that once shined so bright,
Is now covered by dark clouds,
And the cold breeze that once kissed our faces,
Is now hitting us with heavy blows,
There was nothing warm anymore,
Only the cold was there to hold us,
I reached for your hand,
To make sure you had enough fire in you to keep you warm,
But it was too late,
The cold started to extinguish every last flame dancing in you,
Blowing the fire out like a candle,
Now it was only a matter of time till the same road we walked on,
Seperates to two paths,
With you going one way,
And me the other way,
I bring you in,
Knowing this may be the last time I ever will,
There was nothing but the sound of your heart beat playing in the air,
Thump, thump,
Thump, thump,
Thump,
Thump,
That's when a faint whisper echoed in my ear
"thank you"
And the beat that once played,
Stopped,
Tears start rolling down my face,
I didn't want to open my eyes,
I didn't want to face the reality,
Because that would be toughest pill to swallow,
Knowing that you will only live in my memories now.
Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 6:14 AM UTC
Your lips are moving,
But I can't hear you,
A barrier seperates us,
And it kills,
To see the way you smile,
And to miss your voice,
The way you walk,
It's entrancing,
But I can't even hear,
Your simple melodies
They're locked away,
From what is within reach.
It's a struggle,
It's a fight,
It's a pity,
And It's dark,
It's wet and it's hot.
It's sad and it's cold.
But most of all it's alone.
And it's where I am now,
Left deaf by a cruel, cruel world.
Mar 31, 2010
Mar 31, 2010 at 2:22 PM UTC
Discrepency.
What seperates us.
As simple as a cloud watched, when I see the whisked whiskered cat,
and you see collected evaporation.
An operation as impossible as love,
is unthinkable now
What we don't speak of begins to amount in great size,
and between us grows space. I find our bed is wider.
We manage to keep sleeping on either edge, cold feet shimmering on the matress,
and cold sheets shouting on the floor.
Apart.
It is as if we run either side of the bar where lies Herman's whale,
obstructing you from I.
However, we've not the cable to pull her away. I see her lie alien on that shore
and it sickens me.
As if a rift does not belong in us, but gapes there.
A shadow in the warehouse is not supposed to breathe,
when we are shattering, whirling flash-lights. But they inhale.
As if a wall is not built, 'tween my toast and your tea
at the morning table.
Courage for fixing is not suppposed to play dead.
And that's when I realize
its not playing.
Jul 20, 2011
Jul 20, 2011 at 1:05 AM UTC
perception slowly escapes as I lay
entombed in sheets and pillows
the comforting scent of clean
serves up rememberances of childhood
helps relax into slumber
an overhead fluorescent flickers dim light
strobing the darkened room
like flashes of a summer storm
lingering on the edge of perception
miles distant
before even the rain taste can reach
before the air gets heavy
a dream rides forth
and settles in for the night
a old old man
standing in the desert
the noon sun a hammerstroke
that has no end
he wears a simple robe
leans on a thick wood staff
it is just perception
that seperates us from being a dream within a dream
and when that perception fails
they say its maddness
mumbles into his grey beard
in a long dead language
his back bent by
a heavy western wind
gone are the days the old mans family
held him close to their hearts
gone are the salad days when he was loved
now the desert has claimed him
now the desert is his lover, friend, his everything
Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 6:28 PM UTC