"shying" poems
Hands all over and
Tongue shying to enter
How shall I tell her
That I'll always be her lover
Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 1:03 AM UTC
quandering, pondering
and whiskey has become
first and only desk liquor. now
digressing to the Blue Eyed
beauty writ of this the final
page of notebook. and now,
reflecting on this early hour.
an hour when the goat's
head stares thru to soul
with always lifeless eyes. stares
thru this soul with lack of
energy, with entire days'
lack of consumption. and with
ease this one has been long
and gone in falsified attraction
of angelfaced Blue Eyed
matriarch; this one patriarch.
thought entirely conceived. contrac-
epted by reality of situation. by
reality in general sense, yet words
spew unfiltered with lingering hope
behind slanted smile. shying stares,
all the while watching from eyes'
corners. voices of all but her's
fall deaf; vessels otherwise mute to
concerns not of the Blue Eye's. and
here this one finds self lost to rom-
anticized thoughts knowing they can
be found sterilized via logic.
contradicting always, yet
no brass holding finger locked to
joint. and realizations of actual
place spears forehead; spears fore-
brain. disrupting what is preconceived
concerning entangled souls. hair falling
aside temples. point of restraint, this
one must end before depression catches
hold; this one calling abrupt ending.
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 11:22 PM UTC
She bares her soul
to no one —
a façade for each mood
that infests her thoughts
like the plague;
reticence stalks her
every now and then,
as she tries shying away
from her darkest
secrets ripe as cherries
hanging from the bough…
a charade of whims
planted mysteriously
on her sealed lips.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 6:24 AM UTC
Inspired by Disney's magical kingdom,
And enchanting fantasy tales,
You've reached the learning age of five,
Leaving precious memories, deep in my heart,
Like dainty little footprints, upon a trail.
Since the first day you entered my classroom,
Shying away, in a world of your own,
And nearly in tears,
Waiting to be picked up,
And taken back home.
But you gradually surpassed this fear,
Allowing me into your life,
As I reached out with dedication,
And unconditional love,
Opening the door to your future, and watched you strive.
By quickly learning your ABC's, 123's, colors,
Sounds, and mastered the writing of your name quite early,
Including other tasks, and now it may sound effortless,
But it's a gift you've certainly gained,
And today, I'd like to wish you a safe and successful journey.
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 5:51 PM UTC
*As I call upon the night
To have a conversation
Darkness gives way
And night comes alive
Conscious mind at rest
Sub-conscious takes over
Memory box is brimming
So many anecdotes
Not afraid to emerge
Confident around the dark
Shying away from the day
Night has a life of its own
Feeling antsy and inundated
Quivering hands open the box
Full of pictures in sepia
A retrospective of events
Which were long buried
Sleep has abandoned me
Old memories keep me awake*
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 4:33 AM UTC
Set sail on a clear day
at dawn, my love boat.
Facing the enormity of the seas
light waves, soft against the hull
pushing forward .
Coy observer,
of the seas that meet ,
bestowing their souls
to the ocean.
Reluctant, hesitant
shying away, blushing red
as she sees the ocean
now open his arms to her.
Took slow steps into the
fathomage of the ocean
showed her brazen self to him
And flew away the cloak
that bounded her screaming soul.
One ghastly day,
a storm broke through,
it broke the hearty ocean.
And went away all the seas,
leaving the boat deserted.
Waves got higher and stronger
hitting the stern every minute.
didn't topple, the love boat
the mast ,still saving her.
And days from then,
the boat still sailed,
in the wide wide ocean.
No island in sight, but
stood strong with waves
in its favor.
Sailing, just sailing, My Love Boat.
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 10:05 AM UTC
Pieces of a woman
Gloom, glee, distance and intimacy
Attitude, gratitude, strength and vulnerability
Heartbreaks, Happiness, Longingness and poetry
Calmness, boldness and a bad *** stree.
Pieces of a woman
Stretch Marks, cellulite, miscarriages and then bossy
Shallow, Intense, blur and then some glossy
Cute, cheerful, lazy, sane and naughty
Benevolent, bizarre, shy and much hotty
Pieces of a woman
Family, friends, kin, acquaintances
Risk, safe and then out of the world chances
Society, sub-urb,rural and them glances
Some music, some writing, some shying and couple dances
Pieces of a woman
Marriage, adoption, career and grace
Clarity,focus,concentration and haze
Red,green, black, purple and beige
Independence, freedom, self-doubt and cage
All this and endless…..
And then some and then some
Nothing can totally define
The ultimate human
The beautiful, the wonderful
Pieces of a woman.
Mar 7, 2022
Mar 7, 2022 at 2:31 PM UTC
You can go there.
It’s easy, really.
But once there, you
cannot tell anyone
what it was like.
An experience
must be felt in
order to be believed.
Otherwise it’s just
an idea in my head.
But like a horse
shying at shadows
some of us flee,
cantering away
when our time comes.
The setting sun
sings me to sleep,
the dark morning fog
welcomes a new day.
A new day to try.
And fail.
We cannot see it
without light, yet
the light itself casts
the fearful shadows.
So we hide from it.
What was it like?
You cannot tell me,
once you were there.
It’s easy, really.
Why can’t I do it?
Why can’t I?
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 9:19 AM UTC
This has become more important.
Lost in my dreams, lost in my mind.
Blame onto me, I know the fault.
Faulty lines, different views. I miss you.
We are better apart, but only you know.
It beats on, it beats on.
Staring up, steaming, and breathing.
No tears, it’s not you.
It’s what you made me realize.
Realize that I am not human.
Shying away from what’s good, what’s right.
Cowering lifelessly, withholding, complacent.
Jellyfish, no brain. No soul.
I’m a star, bright and spectacular.
Only you, nocturnal and beautiful, stayed to see me.
Once the sunlight broke, I was gone.
Those nights, my brightness.
Now I simmer alone.
Nov 28, 2011
Nov 28, 2011 at 3:31 AM UTC
We trailed through the moonlit road
As I wiped the tears that streamed my face—
Everything was calm, everything was serene
It felt like we were passing by a city
That had long fallen to deep slumber;
Where had once all the rushing cars had gone,
Back and forth, non-stop, as their engines rattled
With much desperation, pleading to rest.
Step by step, we slowed our pace, feeling the cool breeze shying from us
As we came to a halt.
The leaves ruffled, still, and the stars twinkled brighlty.
Everything seemed to come together in perfect harmony.
It all felt quite bizzare yet astounding;
quite frightening yet calming;
quite gloomy yet comforting.
It was unlike anything I've ever experienced before–
Perhaps my heart and mind had finally been at peace
And that the turmoil inside had faded into nonexistence.
• ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ •
Who knew that what a known-to-be ordinary walk
Could turn into a magnificent, almost magical cure-
A cure for the mind that's filled with cloudy thoughts,
And a cure for the heart filled with pain and faults.
But what had truly made things better was..
Having you by my side amidst the whole tranquility
The entire scenery might have felt mysteriously unreal to me
But your presence was my reminder that it was all reality.
• ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ • ~ •
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 7:45 AM UTC
Slowly drifting
Fading fading
Sitting still with no rhyme or reason
Routine routine
Yes sir yes ma’am
Yes we’re very pleased
Well I’m not
But that doesn’t matter I suppose
Call me melancholy
Bringer of gloom and pessimism
Never shying from reality and realistic tendencies
Sitting sitting
Waiting
But for what?
May 13, 2012
May 13, 2012 at 1:58 PM UTC
What was Kafka thinking? Felice Bauer-
blonde, in a homely sort of way- couldn't
think of him the same way after. He'd asked
her that question (hidden behind his obsession
with his own self-hatred, his surety that she hated him too).
Could you- might you- do you think you'd be able to bear it-
M a r r y i n g m e?
History tells us they didn't tie the knot.
Kafka, probably, didn't mind a lot.
Franz Kafka: that hopeless man,
couldn't look in the mirror without shying from his own reflection.
Kafka, who'd balk at the slightest hint of romantic attention.
More story than man, really. Had more eloquence in his
smallest finger than ever came out of his mouth.
No wonder Felice had her doubts.
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 9:32 AM UTC
The way her hair framed her face
was unlike anything I had ever seen.
It accentuated her character far too beautifully.
She often stayed shying away under it,
but when brushed away,
it revealed the most adorable face.
Her smile hidden behind hands.
She was fragile and amazing.
And as I gazed into her eyes,
I felt something I haven't in a long time.
Let's run away together.
Leave everything else.
And please, let me look into
those passionate eyes of
yours a little bit longer.
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 7:08 PM UTC
So many beautiful faces pass me by
Different every one
All too lovely not to catch my eye
But no-one sees me, none
See my eyes follow them
Admiring
Yet shying away at a glance
All this cowardice is tiring
To the soul
It breaks me down
Am I invisible to those I wish to see
Do I wear the crown?
For my head lies uneasy
Knowing I am unnoticed by those
I wish to love
To keep close
Unnoticed
I am but a speck of dust
"That other guy"
I am anonymous
Another sparkle in your eye
My fantasy remains
A shallow echo of what could be
A faint whisper
A part of me
I am unloved
I am unseen
I seek what I cannot find
No longer an innocent teen
I must find out what loneliness holds
I must become familiar with its solemn embrace
To shield my sorrow
To save face
I must protect my fragile heart
From ever feeling
What I can only imagine is worse
Than the loneliness I am wielding
Dec 24, 2018
Dec 24, 2018 at 4:21 PM UTC
Tinkerbell,
You should claim your love,
Your dust uplifts the imaginative,
Fancying the image your Pixie holds.
A tiny ring held your winged image,
I received the token from a dwarf,
Whom greedily devoured its bearer.
I washed clean its sweet carnage,
With your bare left hand in mind,
But when I placed the jest upon it,
The wedded finger held its ground,
An invisible band lay midst its place.
The pink blood on your cheeks spoke,
An enchantment had been yet laid,
The incantations of mine too late,
Replied the rosy blood on my cheeks.
We smiled in the twilight hence,
Reflecting the muted gore,
Shying from its shove.
You should claim your love,
Tinkerbell.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 11:18 PM UTC
Bustling tall building
Height of success
I'd climb it if I could
With my young hands
But the topic will digress
And take up an idle way
With some ADD
On OCD, undeserved
Funny how things are no matter
**** you and your life
When work's to be done
Here's shying from, shirking from
Working until done
We can overcome
Right after this segment
Oh shh, show is back on
....
What was it we were fighting for?
Oh well, I forget it
Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 6:36 PM UTC
*** slave workers
Bent over stained beds
In forgotten brothels
Far from country and home
Have more joy than you
Or I.
Skeleton thin children
With skin stretched
Over illness bloated bellies
In poverty ridden streets
Under a relentless sun
And equally relentless culture
Kick a worn ball around
And feel more hope than you
Or I.
Flea ridden mutts
Runts of the brood
Feasting on garbage
Shying from the kicks
Of rotten teens
And sour drunks
Reciprocate more love
From the hand of a kind stranger
Than you
To I.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 5:16 PM UTC
The passion infused plucking
like each note has a soul of its own
The high notes like pinpricks
Low notes like a loud heartbeat
The sound of content loneliness that taught me happiness
The tempo slows like water shying away from the shore
Peace born out of urgency
Love born out of technicality
The hours given to the tone, timing and tempo
The effort in perfectly letting go
Perfectly unique every time
just close enough to be the same
The beauty in form
The form in beauty
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 5:37 PM UTC
So lost, do I feel...
That what I once knew, will no longer appear.
Terror racks me deep inside,
Forever yearning what once stayed close by my side.
Desperation has bloomed beside my feet...
Screaming...
Pleading...
For what I most need.
With pen and paper taut by my side,
Shall my will continue to thrive,
Afore the ink in my pen dares to dry.
This mere extension of myself,
Paints the colors of my soul.
Of what one will never know,
'Till the new becomes the old.
Too long have these words gone unsaid,
Tainting the many pure thoughts, that have swam through my head.
Trapped deep within my heart so dear,
All of my passions, now contorted with fear.
Curiosity forever sealed within its cage,
Fighting,
Crying,
Desperately wishing to be saved.
A key-less lock hangs loosely,
Taunting those it may.
Holding the door of my prism open, yet preventing any escape
As my lifelong dreams bitterly scream my name.
I cringe,
Shying away from the guilt.
For locking away my desires
And abandoning my will.
Will you ever forgive me?
For leaving you so alone
To gather up dust and grime,
And wander without a home.
Will I ever forgive me,
For deserting my only hope.
Locking it deep within my soul,
Till my hand moved once more.
Spreading my blood across the parchment,
Forever earning my own name.
Holding tight onto reality,
Unwilling to look fantasy in the face.
Creating the key to my own prism,
Will I protect this sacred place.
Sword and shield,
'Til infinity fades,
Do I vow.
© 2013 SparksLC
Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 6:43 PM UTC
I’m trapped; caged in, hard to get out
words flies, as truth denies
Shame!
Crows flocks in hunger
eating little by little of what you served
Overworked!
Shying away, evasive in many means
caffeinated poison
keeps me
Awake!
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 12:04 AM UTC
Streetlights passing by reflected
In her storm of mixed
Emotions render her tears
Falling stars.
Makes a wish with every salty
Drop on her lips.
Lips one man would touch briefly
With the tip of an adoring thumb, and
By that satisfaction alone
Die fulfilled,
While others see her as a tool, tossed
Back into the box when dull and
Exhausted.
Fit for a throne, yet only every odd evening
Finds her way to bed from the sofa
Before sleep finds her fading with fatigue.
Shoulders, neck, back, wrists, all
Aching in unison; a choir of
Discontentment, yet still driven by the
Love for her teenage
Kings.
I always hope she's laughing. I
Always hope she sleeps.
In my mind I rest a hand upon her
Belly when she dreams; the
Only way she'll accept a touch
Without shying away
With a faint, forced smile.
Beams of full moon finding their
Ways through bedroom curtains to her
Nearly closed eyes. She yawns a tear or
Three and turns towards the pale
Warmth; moonlight again rendering
Them falling stars.
No wishes for now.
Rest is her only lover.
I always hope she sleeps.
Dec 14, 2017
Dec 14, 2017 at 9:11 PM UTC
the moon burns brighter glaring at me
shamelessly shying away on your name
Oct 15, 2020
Oct 15, 2020 at 4:36 AM UTC
The difference between
in love
and love
is a dispute through every relationship I have had.
Poindexter says;
the greatest second you will
ever have on this earth is
the exact moment you fell
in love.
I remember, looking at your face
through a computer screen
and reminiscing on our moments
and I remember that moment;
you were laying on the bed
yellow wallpaper
orange mattress
faded sheets
bare back to me
freckle constellations
and I touched you
and fell in love.
and you said, "I love you"
and I pretended I couldn't hear you just so you would say it again
****** of all the times to cut out, THIS is when it does?!"
I smiled.
I remember another moment
another human
laughing
bright smile
hair long and sheen
slender and poised
boots
leggings
eye contact
and I fell in love
and you said, "Do you love me?"
and I ran away.
Heated face.
On your bed, another human
you said the words
and I had already fallen
and been in that vulnerable state for weeks
already said I loved you in french
to which you said, "No, don't say that"
"Too soon"
And you were leaning against the wall
guitar in your lap
fingers strumming
staring at me tenderly
"I love you"
"What?" I said.
I ran again.
and now, empty handed
uncomfortable in my next encounters
shying away
even more venomous am I now.
Disgusted with love
and with being in love.
Wanting anything but.
you leaning over me
"Because, I love you."
and me saying carefully
"I'm in love with you."
discomfort in my body
Not wanting to waste precious words again
but I did anyway
throwing them about.
just like I threw others about
tearing up hearts
relentlessly.
tearing up lives
effortlessly.
tearing up people
nonchalantly.
a dangerous siren.
remembering each moment
she fell in love
and wondering;
was it real?
Nov 26, 2016
Nov 26, 2016 at 3:54 PM UTC
Have you ever seen a sunflower reaching out to the sun, following him wherever he goes?
Or an evening water lily shying away and blushing under her lovely pink at all times when the sun is in the sky?
Have you ever seen a dandelion break herself into countless little pieces and fly away to places unbeknownst, just to make herself full again?
Have you ever seen a rose, apprehensive of what might destroy him, guarding himself with numerous thorns, yet so beautiful that you can’t help but ignore his thorns?
Have you ever seen daisies growing through the cracks in the sidewalk, reminding you to look for beauty even when you can’t?
Have you ever seen flowers? Then you have seen love; for flowers are nothing, but love.
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 10:40 AM UTC
quiet, stolen brightness
oh, it doesn't belong to me
but this sky is your black ceiling,
I'm just trying to be seen
and I see you-
I see you-
I see you shying away, yes
every few days, there's less,
every month the same cycle,
over and over again
and you don't know
how much is too much
and you don't know
when you'll be enough
and you're stuck
cutting those pieces
and you struggle
to bring them back
back to largeness,
back to circular-
insecurity,
phases of the moon,
and the Sun does smirk
in the morning blue.
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 10:29 AM UTC