"serine" poems
Even if,
It may be just me
Who notices
There you are
Omnipresent
As an inspiring serine
A wondering dandelion
In the verses
Those verses, I read
And in the verses, I write
This is not just
A mystery
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 8:59 AM UTC
The thoughts crowd me
Scratch at my mind,
A thousand crows fly around
It rains black,
Feathers float down
In slow motion like snow
Each different, unique,
They continue to fall.
My mind confused the feathers
Bloat out light of thought
Confusion,
Disorientation,
Am I losing my mind
I see a mirror dive though
Serine,
Calm,
Like after a storm,
The thoughts that scratched
Now flown away,
All that is left is a single feather,
A reminder that thoughts
Can claw, scratch at your mind
Consume you in darkness,
But wash it away,
And all that is left is you and a clam mind.
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 6:05 PM UTC
My thoughts once so crisp and clear,
Have begun to jumble and come too near.
What once was stored in neat little files,
Is now tumbling through space unruly and wild.
A crystal blue lake, calm and serine,
Polluted, contaminated, no longer clean.
The toxicity of your touch,
The lust for your poison.
Threw my world too much,
Like I took a love potion.
I love you, with all of my heart,
But I love him deep within my soul.
Together you two cloud up my mind,
Like murky waters below.
So here I stand, on this bridge,
Staring endlessly down.
Here I dream of clear blue water,
While stuck inside the mud,
This murky ***** water,
Makes my heart fall heavy, and thud.
Dec 7, 2011
Dec 7, 2011 at 10:57 AM UTC
People Pass
(A poem inspired by The Scream by Edvard Munch)
People pass
They don’t see the pain I’m in
A guy in the street just like them with problems no bigger than theirs
My internal struggle is waiting to burst but nobody cares
The bridge I’m on acts as a platform for my escape
A jumping off point into the watery landscape
No problems at the bottom of the river
Freedom so close I almost shiver
Even one smile may change the tide
But people are busy
I cry for help with my mouth open wide
But they continue their stride as if to push me aside so I’ll fall over
Into my aquatic enclosure
My hands are glued to my face as if to hold my untamed mind in place
Can’t pull them apart
If only I could restart
My knees bend without my command
My body flies through the air like a plane unmanned
Within a second I feel the cold start at me feet
I fall further until my descent is complete
Looking up at a world turned to aquamarine
It’s finally quiet
This place is serine
The struggle stops
The last bubble to the surface pops
My vison fades
The nightmare of feeling, a forgotten haze
Jul 17, 2021
Jul 17, 2021 at 10:03 PM UTC
It started with a series of drips
A pool of sky's water slipping beneath the heavy door
From six floors up it fell
Flinging itself off ones step and then another
A thousand tiny waterfalls rushed
Falling and dancing down six concrete stories
Serine light bouncing as it cascaded
Littering the almost cobalt walls in a reflective show
The greatest beauty in the decrepit city
Seen by the lost boy sitting in the stairwell.
Dec 14, 2011
Dec 14, 2011 at 4:26 PM UTC
Bright must be the light that shines from within, deep and roaring with the overwhelming radiance of a thousand suns.
The fuel surges through our veins and our tried courage the ember which sets the blaze of triumph raging through the ages.
We are the light, bane of the dark.
Fear not the flames, for our valour is the blade that splits the sky a sunder, sending ripples through the very fabric of the universe for all eternity.
The great white wolf walks at our side and the raven reveals to us the route less traveled. Righteous with our every step to purge this existence of the wicked and the cruel.
Lay down beloved foe, you are forgiven.
And when it is our time to die, our death song will thunder with all the resounding clarity of a dying star.
Guardians of savage love and serine peace. Let the sweet scent of roses take you away, feel the kind sun kiss your flesh and greet death with a smile. Hello old friend I'm coming home... Victorious.
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 2:37 PM UTC
i look through my window
and i see my life looking back
i look through my window
and i see what my could have been
i look through my window
and i see my death
a death so beautiful and serine
it looks like im sleeping
sleeping on a bed of satin
flowing down a river
a single rose between my hands
with red hair floating around me
like a halo
Aug 19, 2012
Aug 19, 2012 at 7:25 PM UTC
Flowering in my hand
The godforsaken darkness of this bedroom
I stand for waves of consciousness
Although my only accessibility is to be seated
And to let the walls and the dry waves beneath us
Cushioning the air like newly wedded palm trees
All savory and nearly serine
Minus their little tatter tantrums,
Decide what is allowed to be easy on the ocean ears
And what is a blue-dusk silver shattering storm instead.
You jump in once
Your body all made of hands and feet
And the communal clatter of thanking God
Soaring your way down the only descend
After making allies with the butterflies
Making pockets in clouds
And does anyone know how to spell home
In embroidered lace pink
Or can we still go in head first?
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 2:37 AM UTC
I look across the hallway down a ways
What I see also sees me
She waves
I am astonished
Does she see that?
Does she see the way I feel?
I walk over
She is focused on me
She only sees me
I reach in
I feel a chill down my spine
I stay focused
She wraps her arms around me
I feel relaxed, soothed, serine
She can taste me
My Past
My Present
My future
She knows every little thing I have said and done
She has invaded my secrets I tell no one
I don’t mind
She pulls
I let her
I hear footsteps hurrying near
They are pulling me out
Why?
I could stay here forever
I am free here
I am suddenly released from the dazed spell she put on me
A little longer?
I don’t mind
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 8:35 AM UTC
Tied together the strings were snatched,
a witch of which her heart detached,
the locket on her sleeve yet broken in despair,
love is true; always rare.
Love is a lie,
nor fair,
a cut this knife deep into my skin,
say a prayer I bleed and then begin,
I pray to god forgive thy sin on a sinners thought,
the decay from your words in my lungs as they rot.
I die another day and wake anew,
fresh on my breath the name of who,
who is distraught to keep the wisdom of words,
this knot in my stomach it churns and churns,
******* behemoth burn, burn, burn!
I die another day and awake to anew,
dead room doubt I held my breath then blew,
I sought another perk yet hiking up your skirt,
I crawl a blade up serine within,
inevitable and diabolic,
blood boiling up enraging and oncotic!
Harlots are one to come and blame,
no walk,
no talk;
you live in shame,
just another breath left from my tongue,
another puncture wound left in my lung.
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 8:10 PM UTC
The waters calm exterior it was serine but
What was trailing back to shore waters in upheaval,
As paddles violently thrashed as If to cause
Pain,
Bruising,
Wounds
That were cut, but as the boat settled moored on
The lakeside, the waters serine angers
Lashing nothing more than splashes on the shore.
"I will swim with your voices give it time,
For the waters are a tomb of secrets,
We only see the surface never beneath,
Fears of what is not known or not of wanting,
"Stop screaming I need your words,
"Don't worry I will not harm you,
"Why did you take me,
"And are you talking to me?
"I just needed witnesses to this,
"I'll take you across the lake,
And truth to word he took them tied up silent
Was his wish, they were in false circumstances
Thinking freedom was near.
"look into the waters,
See what it is that I see deep beneath,
Gazing into the waters eyes focused on what
Faintly seen beneath,
But there spot was chosen, this was there moment
"Sorry I say but last words must swim,
"Waters will hold your spirit it is heaver than water,
"Your words I will bath in souls nourish my flesh,
"You said you wouldn't harm me,
"You said,
"The waters take you I have not done harm,
"Peace and last words will wash over you,
"Silence as you stare to the heavens unharmed,
Treading water like air, impulses wither as
Hands,
Ankles,
Bound,
The water drinks upon the momentary upheaval,
Then all is serine once again, another flower
Planted at the bottom of this whispering waters .
Three days had past, and into the waters he bathes,
They called to him each wave upon shore a
Spoken,
Gestured,
Words,
Only heard by his thoughts, as he feels souls
Washing upon and over his feet, a tiny pull he feels
Speak your words,
"I will listen in water depths,
" I did not, no shame am I felt,
"The waters took you, not I,
Then he sank beneath into the clear airless void,
Looking upon those chained by waist,
Eyes once looking up,
But know looking forward,
Staring,
Gazing,
Dead
Looks of life silently departed, he freezes
As those socket-less voids,
Ascend on his thoughts. Raging he lashes out,
Now those chains of ******* snare upon his self.
Last moments not realised as on knees he is trapped
Airless void catching his last words
"I only wished to bath in your word,
Those that others never heard,
As life seeps from this husk,
In his rage all brought close,
His view is not of the heavens as
Those before he ****** But the dead
Did watch him with blank eyes,
His features frozen as if screaming but never caught.
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 3:58 PM UTC
Only felt a moment,
a moment in a dream.
Suckling neuro pollen
The solstace of this minute
The magnus mental stream.
I found the new oasis
I saw the new serine
I found the new oasis
I saw her in a dream
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 3:06 AM UTC
I left a little of my love for her in the waters edge.
The rise and fall of the tide, tinted gold by sunset.
I remember how she loves the beach.
The feeling of warmth,
Being kissed by the sun,
cooled by the bubbling serine waters.
I left a little of my love for her in my dance shoes.
The twinkles of a rhythm in every step of tele-tones.
The beauty and hardship in my grishkos.
I remember how much she loves to dance.
The energy in her body as she danced across a floor.
Lightning, glowing plasma moving strong and sharp.
Summoning pure love for her craft with every step.
I remember how she could completely change for a dance,
Become someone, something, so different from the girl I saw inside.
I left a little of my love In the music.
Allowing my fingers to play for more love,
More love.
Kissing each note that left my lips
Telling them
Find her,
Reach my love for me
Each note sung for her like a siren
‘Feel my love. Know it. It is the truest thing of me.
It is my song.’
She always said she loved my voice.
And and I would sing only for her.
I left a little of my love in the poetry.
In FaceTime chats,
Helping her write lines for class,
Her flustered tones,
As she struggled writing the prose
That so easily came to me in starlight.
When I was in love.
Every poem was about her,
My love.
The lines of my heartstrings
Written in rhythmic prose
I could have written about her forever,
How her hair bounced like fizzy pop
The way she walked,
As if she were always onstage.
I fell in love with the rhyme in her steps.
I left a little of my self with her
I don’t know if she can feel it.
The love I left with her,
A letter with a return address.
She may never send it back,
But it will always be there in her,
In friendship.
I am waiting for the first meeting
To relive the first time we talked.
I do not need lost love,
Yet I miss friendship lost in time step,
The amity in backstage jokes,
And crocheted scarves.
So
Should she ever need love,
I will always be here for her.
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 3:37 AM UTC
I don’t know water that’s crystal blue
To completely lose myself into
I don’t know snowcapped mountains too
How about, what about you?
Serenity isn’t a place I know
It’s somewhere I never go
Serenity isn’t a thing for me
It’s a place that I’ll never be
My spot will never be serine
It’s just a space I’ll never see
I don’t know city lights so bright
Never seen the Grand Canyon in sight
I don’t know grass green and tall
A farm life, that is free for all
Serenity isn’t a place I know
It’s somewhere I never go
Serenity isn’t a thing for me
It’s a place that I’ll never be
My spot will never be serine
It’s just a space I’ll never see
I don’t know heaven
But I wish they’d let me
Serenity isn’t a place I know
It’s somewhere I never go
Serenity isn’t a thing for me
It’s a place that I’ll never be
My spot will never be serine
It’s just a space I’ll never see
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 3:27 AM UTC
Daunting voice, you possess
Dressed the ghost in pasty bed sheets
Bleeding lips, livid soul
I must get out; I mustn't feel like this
Clouds of grey infection
Cough echoed hallways
As ripe as a golden apple
That rests in the palm of your hand
Shrieking imagery, but
Always safely hidden
400 thread count sheets, and
Hands made of silver
The sky is speckled with
Cheap glitter again.
Fingernails stained yellow
Eyes complying with gravity
Alleviate; please be serine, lovely
I almost neglected to recall
Yellow grass between toes;
Fallen trees forming obstacles
Lips on skin
Thighs and torso
Walls and doors
Breeze in windows
“I’m madly in love with you”
…
“Some people feel like they don’t deserve love”
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 10:29 PM UTC
hollow me out like a jellyfish
remove my spine-heart-brain
so serine in these
celestial waters
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 9:11 AM UTC
My favorite color is RED.
It gives me a chance to let passions rise.
MY favorite color is ORANGE
It adds to my joy and creativity
letting me be serine.
My favorite color is YELLOW.
letting me shine inside love
and compassion.
My favorite color is GREEN.
It aligns me with balance
and stability for peace.
My favorite color is BLUE.
helping me shine light on sadness
and expand consciousness.
My favorite color is purple.
It aligns me with heart to have wisdom
and dance.
My favorite color is INDIGO.
reminding me of my soul mate,
who I love very much.
My favorite color is VIOLET.
It reminds meI am full of magic
with power.
I’m a walking RAINBOW,
divine and blessed
as I walk below sky.
Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 1:53 PM UTC
Who am I, Where am I going?
Who am I?
As I gaze up into the sky.
I got no answer, from the other side.
Where am I going?
On a road not knowing.
With only the wind behind me blowing.
No one knows me,
When I am down on my knees.
How can I believe?
No more do I dare to dream.
I can only hear my own screams.
Life here is not all that serine.
Now all there is to see is the tears,
Running from my face of fears.
In my heart an arrow spears.
Who am I?
If I were to die?
What would be left but the lie.
Where am I going?
Is not so concerning,
When its over I will not be knowing.
Life is like a boat,
Sometimes all you can do is stay afloat.
And if you fall your bound to get soaked.
To dream is to be happy.
All I ever wanted was to just be me.
All I ever needed was to be free.
Life is not made from dreaming.
Life is always about screaming.
Who am I?
As I gaze up into the sky.
Searching for the answer from the other side.
Where am I going?
Only the one is all knowing.
His voice is the wind behind me blowing.
He tells me to keep going along.
He tells me to live and to be strong.
He asks me to keep fighting just to belong.
Day by day in the light.
Holding onto my life so tight.
Give life a chance and fight.
Don’t let go so fast.
Sometimes dreams do last.
Make your life a blast.
Who are you?
Where are you going?
Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 11:55 PM UTC
heavenly arms of yours
your serine beauty
only palpable to the overlords
let me in your introspective bubble
let me lie on your lap
let me crush the boundaries
that bind us forever apart
my despair your bliss for ignorance
meet you in another timeline
one which does me justice
Feb 18, 2025
Feb 18, 2025 at 2:19 PM UTC
I was washed up on your shores
thinking you were serine blanket
that would caress me.
But you were more like a breeze
gently eroding me before
I knew I was less than I was before.
You shaped me into a figure that
was useful eroding me inwards
till I was a shell of my former self.
When I ever listened within,
I only heard your voice washing
in waves seducing my mind.
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 5:00 PM UTC
Relaxing in waters splashing on the sides
of my boat of conscious thoughts tides.
My hat covering ill views of the outside
world, I lingered relaxed as sight did hide.
But waters hid the lingering threat beneath
that all was not what it seemed underneath.
That I wasn't alone in this serine quiet place,
devouring needs, my normal thought displaced.
So many consuming my emotions all being replaced
I was no longer in harmony like I had been misplaced.
Still in my boat my only safe place, while they swam
around, I felt like I was singular and my mind a sham.
They rocked the boat tried to push me into despair
but my mind was winning they were going elsewhere.
An ocean of reflection is a large place to get lost in thought,
But if ever in waters not known, heed what this has taught.
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 5:03 PM UTC
Flying sky high
Marshmallows floating
Serine amazing
Turbulence
I think I need an ambulance!!
Never felt like this before
Excited. Scared. Bored.
This curve. Smooth
White soup. Horizon glowing
This flight is to slow
I need to **** Should I?
Will I?
Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 5:52 PM UTC
An amber horizon
Felt in a warm summers glow
Over calm waters
That shimmer and flow
Feeling calm and serine
Like a midsummer nights dream
Taking deep breath‘s
Coming forth; coming clean
As the wind whispers secrets
unfiltered
Nov 30, 2021
Nov 30, 2021 at 1:27 AM UTC
Sitting in this white plain rectangle of a desk
Piled up with all the accumulated mess
Missing my brain but trying to impress
I ride this wave
I ride this wave
I ride a car
I ride my brain
I ride your mind
I know that your mind is serine
It fixes my bein'
It's a light house beam
And I'm drowning in this scene
And I wish to come clean
But you fill the scene and you beam
I can't fixate my brain cells on one thing
I can't fixate my brain cells on one thing
I can't fixate my brain cells on one thing
I can't gravitate
To this attraction
It's not magic
It's static
It's Flabrostaic
Cause your being is nothing I could've imagined
But still it's not magic
It's just problematic
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 4:51 AM UTC
Vanquish the darkness
From within you
Even abyss cannot reach
The beauty inside
The chasms of your mind
Will never fault
Won’t you take my hand
To serine places
Tranquil thoughts bring us
Upon this journey
A nebulous entanglement
Forever intwined
Unto the farthest reaches
Of the cosmic infinite
I will show you
A hue of Colours not seen
Staggering emotion
No masquerade
Of broken thoughts
Apr 8, 2025
Apr 8, 2025 at 5:09 PM UTC