"seperating" poems
Out of what our hearts are made,
The sea of stars above our little heads is widely spread, expanded,
The river of the milkyway, seperating two lovers, with more stars,
All come within a clear, manifest orbit, bound to gravity and bounty,
A vally of natural nuclear fusion reactors, spreading light through the dark of the night, a play of beauty and might, on the ceiling of Earth,
All shining uninterruptedly, without the intruding light of the moon,
In the world of empty dreams, waiting to be filled with memories,
Clusters, binary, trinary stars with their satelites, dance as celestial beings through the infinity of space, all with grace, individuality, bliss
Heartfelt, past the luxury of luminosity and spinning alike wage wool
Because stars are, a magic mirror to the things we are, or want to be,
Weave the fate that you want to feel free, broken loose from the lies,
It is best to dance with me on these fantastic grounds here with me,
If we gather in a dark night, my dear knight, we can grasp fantasy,
Dear trasure mine, you're, a distant eniment galactic heavenly beauty
So shine on until you someday let go of this worldly life, my dearest,
As then I would like to meet you in the realm of the dead again,
In the loitering darkness one day.
~ Umi
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 9:35 AM UTC
These 4 years drove your memories away,
but i never knew you'll make me write someday.
"Love at first sight" exists,i knew then,
I reminisce,12th April at dehradun railway station.
I hopped down the train,
whining children,seperating lovers
loving families,pleading beggars i saw,
Searching for coolie,my eyes glued
on a boy,leaning on a pole,
An absolute treat to eyes
casted a spell on heart of metal.
shapely body,white skinned,
curly hair,lips like petal.
Yellow t-shirt on the skin of gold,
dimple-dipped chuckles,widened his charm fourfold.
unsure,if it's just my eyes or it was him
who resembled the Greek Gods.
Talking over the phone,he burst into laughter
His playful,lively voice
husky deep baritone,
bringing my dead senses alive.
Mindlessly,I pictured us,together
laughing profusely on a riverside.
He raised his hands for adjusting his hair.
I felt his fingers brushing
a strand of my hair behind my ear.
The morbid roar of trains ,
turned into the symphony of my heart.
abruptly,
breaking my spell called a girl from behind,
long haired,beautiful,leapt at him,
no sooner he grabbed her tight in his embrace.
Mad Lovers,my heart soliloquised.
and here came all my wishful thinking to an end.
I turned and walked away a little heartbroken
before i could win him,he was taken .
You gave me nothing but trust me
for those minutes i wanted to be your everything
I scrumpulously stole those seconds from your life
which still make me skip a beat.
I'll think about you again after a few days,
for now,enough of nostalgia.
and which ***** said,
Love at first sight saves time?
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 5:09 AM UTC
It was daytime:
I was seperating siamese twins
at the waist
Like a government
trying to quell a rebellion;
I was reconfiguring
scarred old wooden toys
for Santa;
shining scuffed shoes--
pennyloafers with nickels
in the slots.
It was daytime:
I was decapitating
red-haired stepchildren
who had grown
sour from neglect;
removing brilliant succubi attached
to a wholesome family's
soul.
I was snacking on a
nerds rope,
washing babies mouths out
with soap,
slapping pink cheeked
toddlers on their feet.
Oct 18, 2011
Oct 18, 2011 at 11:54 AM UTC
All the red and green
snow and mistletoe
reindeer and hope
won't keep you here any longer.
They're taking you away from me
-and it's only the beginning-
They're seperating us,
and I know that I'll be missing
The lonely nights
the tears and frustrations
I'll be worrying;
war-zones are no place for Santa.
I want to hurt them.
I want to keep you here;
but I have no power in this situation.
Christmas morning I'll be crying;
I'll be waiting.
Forever waiting.
Nov 16, 2013
Nov 16, 2013 at 8:36 AM UTC
Sometime's she sits right beside you
Yet there's a distance
The distance of ocean seperating us
Mar 15, 2021
Mar 15, 2021 at 9:46 AM UTC
No More
so many have died
as you sit in your comfy chairs
children are dieing
families are seperating
no good ever comes from it
No More Wars
Food becomes limited
costs go up
money disappears
luxury no longer exists
Hospitals become full
children become orphans
women become widows
men lose their wives
No body ever wins
we all lose
so please
from the bottom of my heart
as a member of the human race
and on behalf of all life without a voice
please NO MORE WARS
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 1:05 PM UTC
I can feel the tension even through the ***** speckled glass seperating us.
Unsolved questions and answers linger in the lane between us; captivating and enthralling us.
It's funny how we knew each other so well.
Then suddenly, we knew nothing.
Maybe you hated me or maybe I just assumed without ever taking you into consideration.
Either way, it's a moot point now.
We stare at each other like deer caught in headlights; scared to look away.
It seems like an eternity has passed when I finally start to react.
That's also when I become aware of the tear rolling down my cheek.
My lips start to form themselves around your name and all too suddenly the light turns a murky green, signaling the lonely drivers and passengers to drive off; to move on.
As we leave each other, my mouth forms a semi-smile hoping for forgiveness; hoping for one in return.
It's too late.
You're gone now.
Just another car in a lane driving off; driving away from me.
Maybe it's for the best.
Perhaps there was things left unspoken and unthought of.
I guess now we'll never know.
Feb 4, 2013
Feb 4, 2013 at 8:32 PM UTC
I guess in their mindless wisdom
They chose to overlook...
Or maybe they just thought it winsome
Not to read The Book.
There it sais there's much more brilliance
In simplicity.
It makes our life more resilient
If we be complete.
Instant pop ups just like magic
Jump up by themselves.
Cell phones, laptops, hand held gadgets
Clutter up the shelves.
Mindless wisdom seperating
Folks from one another.
Their inventions devastating
Our sisters and brothers.
Distracted from the necessary
Things that we should do.
It's becoming really scary,
But happening for true.
Yes, I call it mindless wisdom,
And they call it progress.
Every crazy has a weapon,
And our food is processed.
The medicine to heal our ills
Only make things worse.
The panacea in the pill
Is actually a curse.
Dec 12, 2010
Dec 12, 2010 at 5:38 AM UTC
there are no surgeon general warnings
about boys with sunlight eyes and dark voices,
of boys who speak meaningless words and irrational sentences
in such a way that even the greatest philosopher
would secondguess himself.
with a voice that colours silence,
and a gaze like the moon lights the night sky,
his glare will turn your head into a meteorshower,
thoughts colliding, breaking, seperating.
it's his third cigarette, and smoke is clouding up the room,
he closes his eyes, exhales the nicotine carelessly,
leaning against the wall, so at peace,
and all you can do is happily drown,
your self-control more intoxicated than his lungs.
the blinds revealing whats left of the sunlight on white walls,
scattered light, faded patterns -faded thoughts
you love the sunset, but you can't take your eyes off of him.
cigarettes and cigars are labeled with warnings,
'may 'cause heart disease'
but they forget to label the boys that leave you breathless,
the boys that hold your heart in one hand, and a cigarette in another;
the boys the know the best way to set something on fire for pleasure.
(NJ2015) All Rights Reserved.
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 11:08 PM UTC
I felt like a doll,
emotionless and all.
I was able to move and talk and think but,
I'm not there, not really.
I looked out of the window and watched the people on the streets.
Some looking happy and excited,
whereas some looked bleak.
I felt like a layer of glass was
seperating me from the world.
It was hard to explain but what I wanted to do was for someone to help me.
They'd ask me if I was okay and I would look at them and say, "No. Not really."
But I know they'd flinch away from the fact and silently roll their eyes,
That I was another lying person,
Who would fake a smile but have problems for miles.
This time, however, it's a little different.
For I'm the person who helped others who fell,
When I'm the one who needed saving most of all.
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 5:09 AM UTC
flourishing man twigs
your skin binder
seperating into
live lizard leather
you voice is making broken mouth noises
too much suction
FROM OUT THE
choir nodules
limpid eye spokes spin
in a humane wood grain
in
calliper, or in plurale tantum
knee cap tattoos
of crawling skunk stars
toggle cap vegetable yoga
in giant pollen helmets
sports magnets
in half wi fi marathon
what kind of *** uniforms
are they hiding in the cenotaph
sunday war things perhaps
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 9:49 AM UTC
im having trouble
with memory comprehension
this mind is full of apprehension
they always steal my attention
it seems they're going on a vacation
seperating in all my relations
left me lonely with fog
found nothing but frustrations
i no longer use medicine to bargain
a ruse i used to believe was now in vain
it felt like riding a train
going to your destination and paused when it rains
books, pens, and questions got me overwhelmed
answers and papers with no lead, nor helm
all i want is to reach my personal gratification
but my head is in state of sublimation
and i guess it's a broken contemplation
Sep 25, 2019
Sep 25, 2019 at 9:21 AM UTC
YOU ARE NOT WHO YOU WERE FIVE YEARS AGO YOU ARE NOT WHO YOU WERE SEVEN SECONDS AGO YOUR PAST SELVES ARE BURRIED DEEP IN THE CEMETERIES BETWEEN YOUR RIBS YOU ARE BORN AGAIN IN THE SPACES SEPERATING YOUR KNUCKLES
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 11:52 PM UTC
I been accused of talking too much about you.
All my friends say, you're a typical girl.
No different then the rest.
They point out your smile.
Is no different than the others.
They point out your face.
Is only the seperating thing.
They even state your voice.
Do sound sweet.
And even went further to compliment your feets.
And through it all.
I notice one thing.
The way they notice you.
And that the felt you love me true.
Which they notice when noticing you.
Which is so easily to do.
And you notice them noticing you.
And spoke of them being jealous too.
When you notice them noticing you.
Sep 7, 2012
Sep 7, 2012 at 9:39 AM UTC
What happened to the 'I love you's'
To the family hugs?
To the we will be the safe place?
It seems like we're all seperating
Though we are so close
No not emotionally
Just physically
Emotion seemes to have fled
Even though we had pledged
To stay together
She's there
He's here
No love found in the middle of the table
We don't say grace this time
Have we all lost faith?
Has hope disappeared ?
I wish I could just rewind
Before all the bad things happened
But in life there's lessons
The severity of the lesson
Depends on our reactions
Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 10:11 PM UTC
You hurt me bad, mommy
I thought you would never know
When you cut your wrist, mommy
I did not wwant to let you go
Mommy, why did you do this
You know I love you so
When you hurt ***** mommy
You hurt me to
Bubby ran away, mommy
He couldn't stand the pain
So many things
You never took the blame
You took it out on them
When things didn't go your way
I had to be there
I just wnanted to stop their pain
I missed out on so much
Things I can not get back
For what you put us through
It hurt to love you
To see you drunk
Having men in bed
Not to know my father
Thinking hurt my head
The lies you told
I still hear today
What hurts the most
Your voice is not there to stay
Actions speak louder then words
Yours speaks loud and clear
I'm ok now, mommy
I forgave all those things
Taking care of you
Not a chore, but a full time job
You didn't see my tears
You never felt my fears
When I cried at night
You wouldn't open your eyes
Took care of myself
You never knew the pain I felt
I'm sick of feeling this way
There's nothing you can say
Somethings seperating us
You can't make it better or ok
I was the mom
You were the child
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 5:56 AM UTC
Staring at the clock,
Waiting for you,
Missing you,
Is like a disease,
With no cure,
It slowly kills me
Your warm embrace,
Always,
Puts a smile on my face,
And when times are tough,
I always know,
Your here, waiting,
For me to collapse
Into your stong arms
**** everyone
Seperating me
From you,
Reflecting on that,
You have to know,
That when you die,
I'll want to die too.
Feb 19, 2012
Feb 19, 2012 at 4:02 PM UTC
Luminescent skin, spiralling layers pressed
From inside the curling dagger pollen;
Violin strings draw forth the butterflies
Towards their fate, cerberus lips clasp
Wings of dafodil— spotty mossy green
Outcrosses the budded red drooping dead;
Akashic run, like that of a waterfall
Whence rippling pendulums row,caught infinitely.
Glowing stem— seperating to laughing claws
and mandalas paused along fully harmonious crease;
All falls back to fungal soil underground
For which all life is magnetically supported:
Prestine exoskeleton, flaming bones
that weavith skyward with ancestral ghost
softly chasing, having foundated their creator.
Blonde hair binding split petals via waves
Of furious vibrations, snapped calm and quiet.
Mature flesh and bone, whom let the pencil
Move over pale canvas—
'I picture a clock that's arms spin fire
Outward. '
Poor woman, legless two years
Prior to her deathday— wonderous harbinger
Who once, overwhelmed by the menial day to day,
let pencil fall,skim and form
and reform
Beautifying the world -- lonely, bold and brave
Her mind image caught, fished through the haze
And etched for the rest of time to forget.
Nov 6, 2019
Nov 6, 2019 at 12:38 PM UTC
What lesson do our children learn
when watching children
****** children in their classrooms
what value do we give their education
when seperating best friends forever
by filling one heart with grief
and putting the other one in its early grave
what child needs to know
the weight and velocity
of the bullets that tore
their once safe world apart
how many tears will it take
to drown out the greed
that allows the trigger of the gun
to be in such an easy place to reach
and the moment of silence has had its turn
and though it may have brought
some small comfort
it did not take the pain away
now we must raise our voices
for the dead
we must raise our voices
for those who have not yet died
we must raise our voices
and we must be loud
louder than the money exchanging hands
louder than the bullets and the bangs
and louder than the rat-a-tat-tat
machine guns song
its more than a matter of safety or control
its the value of the education
we too often forget
forget to teach
forget to remember
forget to live by
the education of kindness
the value of generosity
the need of empathy
the lesson and the gift of love
that we are all the same
no matter our birthplace
no matter what flag we sleep under
no matter what name we whisper
when we offer our prayers
and our hopes
we are all the same
we all live in the same house
no matter how many walls divide us
no matter the mountains between us
no matter the oceans that separate us
we are all in one house
and we are all connected
by the one thing
the only thing
we need to both give
and to receive
the lesson and the gift of love
let us teach this first
before anything else
because without it
the education we give our children
will continue to be washed away
with the lives of all the children
that we fail to save
Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 10:26 PM UTC
We call for nature through the windows of our castles, silently we beg for a life we've left behind. money doesn't build trees and cars are wrapped in rubber, seperating us from ourselves and distancing us from our mother.
As we cling onto what we've built for eachother, cold, dead devices running idly in our hands. longing to be loved and begging to be worshipped, it's as if fear itself spawned the devil inside us leaving man to wonder is god within? or die blaming it for all his sins.
May 22, 2012
May 22, 2012 at 3:23 AM UTC
It’s just a common essence to
deliver such a presence, not
relying on the presents so that
we can learn some lessons. Drift
off, far from being found. Scaling
mountains in a single bound.
Reaching a commonality, between
our normativity believing in controllability.
We sit, we relax, we breathe. It’s all
okay, nothing but a real dream, dreaming
about reality. Drifting out to sea, seperating
everything between you and me.
We beg, we plead, we cry. Wanting
nothing, but for this dream to stay alive.
Without each other we feel lost, with
no place to hide. Pushed further away by an
increasing tide. Skies turn to black, before a
flash of light. Dream forgotten with the delivery
of sight. A flash of black and then light again,
the thought of such a dream, crossed the back
of my head. Dreams do come true, it just takes
time. I start my day, like any other,
drinking coffee and blowing a line.
Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 12:24 AM UTC
Discussing selves
Seperating, the who, the me and the I's
Devin, Fiendish and Abyss
Names, giving voice to the enigma
The grandeur of my existence
Each so distinct from the other
Their echoes scream insanities
To outside observer
Unknown to them, the saviors
The martyrs, dematerializing
Preserving the vessel for new life.
As I am now, as I perceive
The life that was Devin
Is only a shade, a memory.
His ghost fades in time
Burdening wounds of flesh
Reminisce of his struggle.
Consumed by the flames of darkness
Born from the ashes Abyss.
Singing songs of the soul
Revitalize broken body.
Shattered experiences now
Sewn with vendetta.
Passion, dagger tongued monster.
The frail boy, seized by demons.
To heal mortal pains.
Enter and accept the madness
Fiendish rises, the final mantle.
Successor of consciousness
Stranger to the former, fading.
I am the survivor.
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 12:03 AM UTC
I feel your heart in my chest
Your Breath on my cheek
Wish for our bodies entwined
Our lips dare not speak
The touch of your hair
Your lips cold as ice
The scars on your skin
Only lead to entice
Our spirit and soul
United as one
The taste of your body
The sweetest scent on my tongue
You stand before me
A portrait of art
So bold and beautiful
The key to my heart
The grip of you hands
Holding me close
So tender and gentle
What I need most
To stay forever
Locked in your arms
Safe and at home
Protected from harm
Yet I was a fool
Now you must leave
Seperating our hearts
Never shall I believe
We commited a crime
No betrayal to our love
You shattered the silence
The blood splattered dove
Now you must run
The hounds to escape
To flee from the court
Sheltered by my own cape
The hunt is persued
You still race ahead
You will pay for our sins
As the floors painted red
The gun shot is fired
I collapse on the floor
I gave you my heart
And am forever no more
Oct 22, 2015
Oct 22, 2015 at 2:43 PM UTC
It's silence, he whispered
between his pounding mind and his aching heart
the world had become so loud
the screaming in his head
the silence is a welcome sound
it's light, she spoke
the darkness before her eyes
unbearably bleak
it's light, she spoke
stillness, you felt
the world spinning, every quake and quell
spiraling you grasped for any chance
still, downward you fell
till it was not death you feared
but life
stillness, you felt
the distance seperating dreams and death
the continuum between the past and the future
broken apart, shattered into pieces
and now there is nothing left to be found
the two, they lie, together
in that vast nothing
feeling something
for the first time
something
inside those shadows
a new thing coming
your eyes have closed
but your life has opened
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 12:02 AM UTC
At 2am he asks me how I am
I avoid the question by saying im in bed eating a bag of shredded cheese
I figured it would answer its self
I look into my brain, mental instability on the top shelf
He looks inside his to find what to say back to her-
“Is i️t cheddar?”
It’s mild- i️m wild ive got the heart of a child when they see a dog at the shelter
It’s my responsibility to fall in love with her
And him and you and everybody i see
Im a ******* pisces
Im going to wake up with cheese all over my ******* bed
My horoscope said “if you don’t swim for something, you’ll drown for anything”
Stop holding my head underwater
Go find pearl jam and have them call me daughter
And I’ll wear the shoe laces of a queen
Im a sane mother’s wet dream despite the neon static in my head and the spiratic crumbs in my bed
“No eating in bed” they said
Then hit me with a shovel, plug the hdmi chord into my ear and watch my chemical dreams on the big screen in the neighbors backyard
Shove a joint in my eye as a thank you card and turn the volume up
Throw me in the back of a pick up truck
Then tape my hand to a gas guzzling motorcycle maybe it will help me sleep
Keep the helmet on the seat
No drinking for lent and on sundays don’t cheat
Beat me with a golf club sell me on stubhub
I might have a talent or two
But soon I’ll fall off of my thrown, theres something missing from my shoes
I find the white lines tied to a pipe
Seperating a head from a body
A shoelace in this case was worn by an undeserving daughter
Slaughtered by a helpful string
“Turn off that thing” the neighbors screamed
“Stop her mind”
**** was just getting good, mind you
Rip down the screen, pull out my ear too
Put the shoelaces back on my shoe
Theres nothing to see here but a disturbed dream
With shredded cheese at the crime scene
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 8:34 PM UTC