"shallowed" poems
The church field trip led to the most beautiful presence,
The elegance protrude by the sweet scent.
I dared not moved so hastily,
I dared not the red!
Glanced by the peripheral eye lids,
The red beckoned the thumping beats within my chest!
A visual decor permeates from the illuminating of the perfect circle,
And my inner most demon want to ravage it!
I wanted to devour every essense of the crescent,
Becoming one with red.
I slightly move forward so no eyes may pry onto my movement,
Like an orchestra moved to one trumpet to a violin scurry along.
Finally came side by side of the precious glimmer of the curves,
And moved my hand to palm the red's grace on the tilt of it's end.
I open wide to cusp my mouth to bite deep into it's brilliance,
In my teeth feeling the liquid and crunchy of it's body!
Sour taste of salt expand a vigor of darkness cover my mouth,
I look at the apple's plate beneath me read " Ida Red!"
Water upon my eyes,
No longer can chew any further,
I simply shallowed the chunk in my throat!
"Your elegance beckon me red, but in the end, you have seduced me to bitterness!"
I dared, Idared, ida red!
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 10:09 PM UTC
and as the paranoia creeps in
settling between my *******
the hollow of my throat tightens
with weak and shallowed breaths
my legs, they shake and shiver
under the extreme duress
of not knowing if again his love will wander
leaving me a foolish mess
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 8:27 PM UTC
Rekindling of spirit
(folding in, billowing out)
with which we end the
day,
I dare you to
leave me.
The sun begs you to stay--
Give him the week off!
He needs a dozen
drinks!
Whiskey, gin, Pinot Grigio,
the whole lot!
He deserves a
feast!
And so the London Fog
stayed.
Coat and tea in hand,
thrown onto the mesh ground
despite,
tea arriving on cue--
Shallowed issues gone
askew,
Heart-screams louder
than the heart-worms
awash across the sidewalk
Day
dark like
Night
The
London Fog
Holds me tight
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 8:10 PM UTC
I am tossed upon the tempest
I am tested on the tide
I have heard the ocean restless
I will by the sea abide
But I long for drier shorelines
Far from sandy bottoms deep
For a tower wrapped in rose vines
Above a sunny keep
I have played in water shallowed
I have frolicked in the spray
But while this sea to me is hallow'd
My heart draws me far away
My soul is meant for moonglow
My heart the sunny glade
But my home lies far below
Where the coral reefs are made
And never shall I leave it
This realm of wave and foam
For my dreams may be on land lit
But the ocean is my home
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 7:46 PM UTC
The world blurs,
As the storm clouds my vision.
I struggle to stand straight,
I cant stand at all...
My breathing is shallowed,
My head is seeing double..
What is this?
Why am I weak?
Stand... Straight..
I cant see...
This world is spinning,
All around me..
(faints)
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 10:27 PM UTC
A peg of person
Hanging on my word
Show'd itself to me
Wooden, carved roughly
Surfaced on linen, varnish
Shallowed man.
He felt nothing to me, at me
He told me riddle body *****
I ignored, bored hated words of worry
But felt them myself, little
Anti-anti-anticipations
And trembling lumps of merryweather met us
But we came to a pond, and drank the green green wealth
We spun a little, splashed like ripples do
Onto a blank canvas of a conversation
Muddy murky words came out
'Sex *** sex' little bee, buzz for pollen, buzz for me
I couldn't. I'm not.
I'm not another, you're different, distinto
I'm feeling nothing, angsty man,
Through rides and fairgrounds together
I found a lost child, and he set me
I told you who I am and I found me.
Roughly cut, varnished wooden man
Burned in envy, dusted away
I felt nothing, watched his anguish
And figured, hammered, rutted out
A sense of self-belonging,
I guess we don't belong, I guess we make our own self-pity,
But at least we know.
I said goodbye, he did not, I left the day before yesterday
I wrote a confusing poem to figure it out
And people read it
Quietly I confined myself to words and Bibles written for me
For a bitter version of myself
I burned away, burned away,
Burned my, burned my burned away.
Dec 10, 2016
Dec 10, 2016 at 7:49 PM UTC
Everything is temporary
Your hurt
Your home
Everything
Except for me
You'd smile while I cried
The unwavering voice
Of everything being alright
It was boldly defined love
The ability to assure the paranoid
Of their biggest fears escape
Permanence
You dug the word love into my frame
A sink hole impossible to rearrange
Or place anywhere other than my chest
It tattooed me painlessly
Our promises etched into my rib cage
We were an ecosystem within ourself
Our commitment a maze only we managed to navigate
I was so accustomed to your hand in mine
I'd began to think our roots had entwined
Our respiratory patterns had synced
Or was it that your breath shallowed
Like my own
From the deforestation leaving me to sink
As I watched you turn from man to stone
Lighting the match burning our home
You dropped so many hints
Just hard enough not to break
Me
But in the shards of glass and ruin
All I could see was your flaunted happiness
And my disintegrating memory
My inability to feel alone
Without feeling lonely
And I don't exactly know what I want
Other than little less empathy
And a little more apathy
And possibly a day of recovery
Spent in sobriety
I only know that I'm tired of crying to sleep
Over a man that says I'll love you like he'll stay
And cries when he leaves
My ribs promises want to scream
A congratulatory You Broke Me
But in my deterioration I'm stuck with only a memory
You were the only one that told me I smelled amazing after a cigarette,
And that is why the time I spent with you I could never regret
But you'd always hated that I smoke
Because you said I took our time and shortened it
But that's now proven irrelevant
Because I can't shorten what's meant to be permanent
But the ashes of your disappearance
Now fall on your conceptual forever
And within a matter of minutes we were consumed by the great inevitable.
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 3:57 AM UTC
© 2010 (Jim Sularz)
What final verse, which season’s breeze,
will billow death and come for me?
Will I slip away cold ashen lips,
or slowly fade with each shallowed breath?
Will my faith endure when the clock is struck,
in the Book of Life is my soul in-trust?
Will I ever wake from night’s burrowed sleep,
and soar with angels through Heaven’s Gate?
Born of love – Die in pain,
what mournful words will attempt to say?
When granite’s cut-in stony deep,
who’ll stand and wait, to remember me?
Jun 24, 2012
Jun 24, 2012 at 4:58 PM UTC
you. are memories presenting themselves as tightly confined spaces
you. and your mind embodies an image of a locked file cabinet
you. are loaded with information and details
two decades continually growing
those of stories and shallowed secrets
about
you.
you. who dreams of endless emotions that refrain to consume
you. who longs for endless laughter paired with authenticity
yet for you.
you. and your happiness,
whether blooming
by el soleil or la lune
then suddenly something
changes
you. are a microscopic dot
on a worldly globe
the earth makes
space for you.
the universe makes
just enough room,
-for you.
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 9:16 AM UTC
Sadness comes with me to you, and I speak the
words in my mind as I cannot say
them to you. Even as my blue grey crosses with
your brown, the emptiness fills my subconscious, as
your unawareness of not knowing penetrates; the drowning of
show and tell suffocates, inside me. Unable I am to satiate
my colours for the map, I drew for you lays unread, in the
dark on your desk. Inside my eyes, unshed tears are
burning, for their way to come out, as it aches and takes
the fabric of skin with them to reveal a shallowed
passion. I wonder, if I should make an end to it, and once
and for all be done with this…
But the look in your eyes, however empty of
apperception pervade into intuitive truth, though deep words
are few. I had not realized, been focusing on
the wrong things all along. So I bid, expand your
vocabulary on me, I will show you the wealth of the vast
universes they can reveal. Into your world they will bleed, as I will
read your little star sign book; and with the way in
which you devour written words, open up your mind and take
mine into it. Give me a reason to look into your
unsuspecting eyes, with a sincerity that is blind.
© 2005
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 9:37 PM UTC
Breathing shallowed.
Heartbeats slowed.
Halted in the real world.
Music rattles.
Goes tap tap.
Skeletal bones.
Boy.
They clap.
Perfect volume.
Rhythm in play.
Hells commotion.
Heels click.
Deviance in devotion.
Feet in motion.
Melted skin.
Viscera folded.
Expressionless motion.
Viscous stick.
Stuck entranced til relieved.
Midnight carriage it arrives.
Steals the dead.
Deceased stallion.
Bequeathed the role of soul collection.
In the dead of night.
Back to the graveyard after death's ball.
Take the skeletons home.
Sleep well.
One and all!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 12:19 PM UTC
It's hard living in a world where no one cares
While your smothered and shallowed by despair
Sitting here wondering why I was born into this place
Not wanting to be part of this sad human race
Where money is the great and powerful Oz
It doesn't matter what's the cause
I look and see their hearts have grown cold and calloused
Everything is so off balanced
There is no more unconditional love
No loving help from up above
We have been abandoned
The trumpets have sounded
Humanity has been stripped of it's compassion
Empathy is in short ration
Gone are the ways of old
To these values we no longer hold
Now it's I'll do for you, if you can do for me
That's not the way it's supposed to be
But everyone's eyes have been closed
Their souls have become thorny and cold
We are no longer judged on our thoughts and actions
But by how much money we have for the coming attractions
For if we don't have enough to pay
We become part of the play
We are condemned to be the *****
They feed to the machines of war
©Pauline Russell
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 11:48 AM UTC
I never liked it when you called me Honey.
It dropped each letter and froze my throat shut.
It shallowed my breathing,
cut off my fluttering circulation,
swelled my eyes closed.
It propelled my heartbeat,
calloused my skin,
inverted my fingernails.
My vision bled,
you laughed at this,
and through my head rang your shrill cackles
as giant gongs infesting all sound.
You thought it was silly,
my transformation,
my drunken anger,
when you flashed your canines at me,
you Monster.
Only the most wicked can kindle their hatred into someone else.
Only the most cancerous find humor in other's tears.
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 2:23 PM UTC
You make it hard to remember what song I was listening to
when my world was ending;
pale skin tangled up in dark carpets,
shallowed breathing,
the room reveling in my emptiness.
But now,
I think our melody might be even more memorable.
So
I'm tugging at your arms
as if they were the rope around my neck;
please don't let me fall.
May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 2:18 AM UTC
It's hard living in a world where no one cares
While your smothered and shallowed by despair
Sitting here wondering why I was born into this place
Not wanting to be part of this human race
Where money is the great and powerful Oz
It doesn't matter what's the cause
I look and see their hearts have grown cold and calloused
Everything is so off balanced
There is no more unconditional love
No help from up above
We have been abandoned
The trumpets have sounded
Humanity has been stripped of it's compassion
Empathy is in short ration
Gone are the ways of old
To these values we no longer hold
Now it's I'll do for you if you can do for me
That's not the way it's supposed to be
But everyone's eyes have been closed
Their souls have become thorny and cold
We are no longer judged on our thoughts and actions
But by how much money we have for the coming attractions
For if we don't have enough to pay
We become part of the play
We are condemned to be the *****
Then feed into the machines of war
©Pauline Russell
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 11:55 AM UTC
One of the hardest things in his life was explaining why he loved her,
it was like trying to explain the taste of water...
You know it, you feel it, you cherish it, but just can't place the right words...
the depth of his affection for her shallowed the ocean,
it was too deep even for him to understand how he got himself into such an endless abyss,
never the less, he would fall even deeper for her,
if he could do it all over again for she was worth every pain.
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 1:44 PM UTC
I woke up suddenly.
As I felt weighing pair of eye staring at me.
It was yours.
"Why?" I asked.
"Nothing." You replied cooly.
I want to go back to sleep.
Yet I cannot.
For---
Your eyes, smoking.
Lust.
With your hair messy like that.
Shirt buttons come undone.
Revealing the body of my beautiful man.
My breathing shallowed.
Your smile shadowed.
Fighting the urge to touched you first.
I lost the battle with your next words.
"Make love to me."
I reached out.
Aimed for your lips.
Closer.
Closer.
Breathings harder.
Close-e-r-r-i-n-n-g-g-g-g
My alarm sounded.
It is morning.
Oh my.
Another helpless dream.
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 3:24 PM UTC
I don't know where time has gone.
My mind blank growing old.
This summer is deceivingly cold.
Would it be bold to take the risk to have and to hold?
I'm drowning deeper keep me under until I'm numb and stone.
Shallowed out drawing ghosts.
Pale white heavenly sung.
Drag me out to the bone.
Take me to my grave stone.
Skeleton hearts are long gone.
Tired of waiting and not being enough.
Tired of the drugs and early mornings hoping I don't wake up.
This safe haven isn't even worth it to me.
The pills will break and destroy **** in and outside of me.
Take me over just give me what I deserve.
Leave me speechless, breath taken without any words.
**** me so well you do it gladly.
It's no wonder I'm going madly.
So here I lay sadly.
Feelings fade and people bash me.
A cigarette burns like ashes to magic.
Whys life gotta be so tragic?
An empty wine glass a broken mirror.
I hear the screams growing closer.
Shutter shutter stone faced cold cuts going deeper.
In life they say try and get better, well with this life I'm living it's been such a disaster.
No words left pains sinks faster.
Hold me deep keep me underwater.
Drowning underneath the heavy blue lagoon.
Killing me it's no wonder I'm doomed.
When I leave this earth it won't even matter.
Not to you or me.
No one will see.
So why not I'll finally let myself free?
Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 8:58 PM UTC
look at my pain and my scars
look at the holes that he cut
deep, deep into me
marvel at the openness of my chest now
the light which is allowed in
now that i am hollow
he shallowed my existence
but deepened my humanity
for that, I thank him
for that, I want you to look at me
for what I am now
different
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 2:23 AM UTC
A razor perhaps, maybe Pills, A Helping Hand
Which do you choose?
Which is in command?
How did it come this far?
The razor
while sharp and thin
easy enough to do
with a steady hand
Substain the pain
bleed the troubles away
whether just for a moment
or for a lifetime
The choice is yours
one of the most painful
yet nothing compared to the pain
welled up inside
Pills
so many to choose
like Russian Roulette
no telling what damage it can do
Whether a handful or a small few
lying there still
with shallowed breathes
or the violent waves of disgust
The choice is yours
this is the complicated one of many
yet still nothing compared to the pain
welled up inside
Lastly comes the helping hand
The hand of a stranger
The hand of a friend
Whichever it may be
They are your guardian angel sent for thee
To help you light your way
To set you on the right path
from this dismay
To hold you
and keep you close
To wipe your tears
And warmth when you are froze
Most people aren't lucky to have these
so count your blessings well
For if not, the question returns
Which do you choose?
The razor and its cold steel
The pills and their game
Neither should be the answer
just pray
Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 11:15 PM UTC
The peak just vague in clouds, yet
fails to tame hikers' wild hearts.
On the fragment of petrifaction, I
saw my own beauty reflected.
Amidst the dusty wind, I
heard my inner voice echoed.
Footprints on shortcuts transform treads to tracks
“Hi!”
Golden gale tore the still moss
Yet shallowed the brown might
“Thank you!”
Stamps lull taken steps into gone
“Cheers!”
Sheer lines
“You’re close!”
Grey clouds settled on the peak
For no up-looking eyes to glance
“Hi!”
As if the small has always been the great.
On mountains edge sun shines grace,
without looking back a wild rabbit ran away.
Greetings connecting the towering mights
adorned the mountain with resounding sights
that transcended the “Hi!”s
Not upon
Sep 27, 2025
Sep 27, 2025 at 2:49 AM UTC
It's terrifying. Writing is terrifying. The way you get addicted with words and how they come about from the recesses of your mind, seemingly forming themselves according to a syntax understood only by the primitive language of the soul. You try and try again to find that one moment which made you write your very own masterpiece but unable to. And while looking for it, you stumble upon another thought that slithered its way to your conscious and then you realize, this is amazing. Writing is amazing. Seemingly inexplicable feeling make themselves concrete. Tangible. Through words that you did not even realize you knew. It's amazing how writing unravels you. How you get to face and deal with your deepest desires and uncontrollable fears. Your long-buried shame and never healed wounds. How it makes you bleed out all of your negative emotions which sometimes leaves you dazed and confused due to the sudden burst of sunlight and you even wonder if you've got some loose screws upstairs. It's amazing how you just bare your soul for the world to read (judge) but you can't even care because it is what you feel. You even console yourself with the thought that, they're just strangers. Stranger you get to share and connect with even more than the friends you surround yourself with. It's liberating.
But really terrifying. Writing drowns you in memories long buried and emotions long repressed and if not controlled, it pulls you under. Your broken record of the past plays over and over again until anger and pain and utter betrayal consumes you and trying but failing to swim to shallowed waters makes you give up. You surrender to the whirlpool of emotions starting to swirl within you.
You sink and you spend the whole day wrapped up in your sheets with just your pen, your notebooks, your thoughts and emotions. Unwilling to cross the boundary between your room and reality with a storm still raging within you. So you let the ink of your subconcious stain the once pristine pages. The ticking of the clock seems a useless reminder of the passing time because it never bothers you. It's just you and your poetry.
You start getting addicted with the feeling of being able to explain things for once, even if it is in the form of sappy and sometimes disturbing poetry. You crave for the release of pent up thoughts that never found the proper way from your heart, to your brain then your mouth. The usual stumbling words that leaves your lips now glides gracefully through the lines of the pages and it's heartbreakingly beautiful. That sometimes, you even isolate yourself to get under your "writing buzz".
It's (un)healthy but addicting.
Writing is an addiction I am very hesitant (unwilling) to give up.
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 12:58 PM UTC