"solice" poems
A crowded room, I just dance, finding solice beneath the mask.
Friends they chatter laugh and squee, every one enjoying humanity.
Pulse is racing, words they vanish I can't stand this.
I wish I could join the crowd and interject some interlect.
Instead the panic steals the magic and now its to late, oh woe is my fate.
Stuck inside my own head, is it time yet for my bed?
Slip away quietly drinking my sobriety, hoping that next time my courage will win and I can finally play my part, instead of dancing in the dark.
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 3:36 PM UTC
Silky smiled girls
With cups tipped off of saturdays doubts
Validating infidelity for a firm grasp
Graffiti sideways winks
Your only as remarkable as your last debute
Born again to a word offering baptisms in svedka
Your vices tattood on a list of hymns
Find solice in no mans company
Bring faith on your knees to a boy who can't speak his name
Your body is a temple with access through insecurity
Bless me father it has been two drinks since my last confession
Silky smiled girls
Make no home for validation in weekend crimes
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 11:13 PM UTC
You're risking naught, an annihilation of worth
Wasting and encouraging moments to rot. Decay.
Values friendship
Twisted morals dipped in deceit.
Not satisfied with boundaries
Chasing infected affection
swirling in the smooth crevasses of backwash around emptied wine bottles
Impressionable, emitting the most tenacious
of the F word
Fake
Fake and Selfish
It isn't narcissism when you drown yourself
in the pits
No permission, no inhibition
As lazy as the Greeks
who never made a move to climb the mountaintop
and defy their Gods face to face
Dependent and ******* support from Clans
because you're terrified of this world
At least I"m honest with my decanter of
harming thoughts.
obsessed and overbearing, flesh crawling
use my being as subject matter and
mold it into paperdoll play toys
like gold eye-liner
its a party trick
seek solice when grimacing down a bottle of brew
bumpers in the bowling alley
a Life Alert sort of living
You claim to haven no fear
but I see your throat clench
start living
admit the defeat
a proud coward
lilly livered, yellow belly
shift
shift between a fable and nerve
Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 1:38 AM UTC
the darkness comes as it goes
the dread however, seems intent on staying.
falling to my feet only ends up a ****** mess
theres no soft place to fall,
no solice to take.
...
there is only the act of hardening
and tempered steel,
though, when cold to the touch
is savagely barren
it can still in the heat of fire
take on the attributes of warmth
and melt and become something rather inept
though slightly beautiful.
...
what then, is there to do but reform our selves
and invite anguish and pain and then harden and soften again
till we find the shape of our hearts in the mould of the future
we once dreamed of
if we can still remember it.
...
and dread will be our constant companion;
the third wheel in our fortunes.
which was never handed to us in any decent form of fate,
but that in that fight of going anywhere
somewhere hidden in the violent struggle
is our often ignored love
beating its heart out for the tempo to temper
and
both beats to trigger each other in all our love states
simply to be recognised for what they are,
invincible.
Dec 15, 2013
Dec 15, 2013 at 4:40 AM UTC
Echoes and whispers
Begin to change
Sound and silence
Become the same
I look back
From where I came
To find solice
In everything
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 2:00 AM UTC
It will haunt her
the favorite pencil
tip softened just so...
paw pushed it
somewhere to a secret spot
out of vision, her reach
a peice of paper elusive
yet there...
lodged deep amidst
a stack of most important things
She does not lose well...
Not in terms of games or competition
but the things in her life
that envelop her world
tough n' scrappy
beautiful n' tender
holding all things dear
close to her heart
Loss is a place of
deepest contemplation
Her memories
are vibrant, alive
She does not lose well
creatures and people
that are immersed
in her life
even one pulled out leaves
like a building block
A tear
A gap
A hole in her life
She does not forget
or minimize the
pertinance of
freindship
love
A moment that has
touched her heart
When it is time for
the loss
the breaking of her heart
can be felt
through
time
space
The moment
becomes filled
With rainbows of light
She will bathe in that beam...
helps guide them home
She trusts in the divine
finding there solice
amidst the
flutterings of
her tender, broken heart
Grief shrouds her
A mystical veil
that holds her dearly
as the pain
becomes bearable
she will begin
to tell her stories
once again
~ Christi Michaels ~ June 2014~
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 6:04 PM UTC
Cross roads within our pathways,
As our minds flock to our own rhythms.
Likes of individual galaxy compounded,
And formulated into a personal chemistry.
Truth of stars perflexed by undiscovered universe,
And each stars collide in the void vexed with uncontrolled momentum.
Yet there are the singlular truth in all chaos,
And the relentless ether split to the vastness of space,
Like calm ocean that allow our solice.
Those days are but a yonder,
As we ponder upon the yearning impulses.
In the stillness of a full cup of water without a pin drop,
And with inner thoughts still hunger,
But still reach the vestige garden alone.
Vintage of souls forgotten in our hearts,
And shattered beats asunder murmur in tranquility.
As perpatual ideals die in the burning stars,
We are in space alone in dreams.
No longer a thought of discord,
nor any dissidents displayed,
But maybe that was an act of love unspoken.
Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 8:35 PM UTC
Falling...
Down deep into downy
Finding solice, amidst the
arms of my beloved.
Into warmth, my heart opening.
Once again, stepping off a
cliff Into love.
A moment, believing I am
safe, in what was once
My emotional sanctuary.
Falling...
Down deep into reality.
Honoring the integrity
of my heart.
Protecting, my tender self
from an illusion,
a memory of sanction.
Once again, stepping
off a cliff into love.
A refuge I painfully yearn
for, yet stopping myself
before I land into unsafe
harbor once again.
Copyright © 2015 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 11:33 PM UTC
perhaps someday my poems will become better,
my writing will flourish, and my thoughts become settled.
til then I sit and write you this letter,
of how life can sometimes get you fed up.
the ink spilled through the fountain onto a foundation becomes darker,
the words that they create are those of the departed.
you sit in solice wondering what created this monster, trying to figure out what you just started.
a blank sheet of white covered in darkness,
when deep down inside you just wanted to feel as if you were heartless.
to feel what it's like to not feel at all,
so onto this canvas your well of creations fall.
realizing that what was vivid and bright
is now permanently stained by the sheltered broken words that were once in your brain.
your thoughts then try to figure if flames will suffice,
and so you put the sheet up to candle light.
hoping that the stained and destroyed sheet will demise.
but as you unfold it, the words cross your eyes
so you grab the well and the quill again just to write,
what everyone did and said to ruin your life.
and **** does it feel good,
it feels so right,
to put thoughts into words,
and those words into light.
and then you pause for a moment.
no more noise in your mind.
silence for once, everything feels fine.
and you look at your hands covered in ink.
you grab that paper as you read it and think.
these are your creations, and now you know it.
this is how the broken becomes a poet.
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 8:00 PM UTC
There's a Dove
That casts no shadow
Of its story I will tell
It has flown to
Highest heaven
It has sunk to
Lowest hell
It is pure as
Sparkling snowbanks
It could melt them
Like the Sun
In the end, as at beginning
Over evil, Victory's won!
It will fill your
Soul with longing
It is the End
'Fore time's begun.
There's a Lion
On the prairie
He has strength
That over-awes
In His Face
You'll see compassion
He forgives
Egregious flaws
You can find
Your comfort, solice,
You could sleep
Between His paws
He is ferocious
He's Protection
He is gentler than a lamb
Yet he has the
Greatest power
For he is God -
The strong I AM.
There's a Rose
Within a garden
It's blood red,
For It's been torn
The Rose itself
Has greatest beauty
Tho It wears a
Crown of thorns
It is pure as
Light unblemished
It has grown
For death was born.
It has a scent
Beyond comparing
It has light
That shines within
It has died,
And yet is living
With it's fade
It took your sin
Come, all you
So weak and weary!
All three of these,
The trinity,
Will come into
Your life together
Give you eyes,
That you may see!
Yes, come, bring
All your broken places,
Your heart, or so
The Bible goes,
You'll find help
You will find healing
*The Dove, The Lion,
and The ROSE.*
SøułSurvivør
(C) 6/24/2017
Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 12:47 PM UTC
Solice my companion
In this existence
Life abundant in
Extremely difficult moments that
Never will I share as no one
Cares to quite simply allow me to
Elaborate on what ails my soul.
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 12:57 AM UTC
She does not lose well
will not forget
It will haunt Her
avorite Pencil
Tip Softened
Just So...
A Paw pushed it
Somewhere to a Secret Spot
Out of Vision
Her Reach
A Peice of Paper
Elusive, Yet there...
Lodged Deep Amidst
A Stack
of Most Important Things
She does not Lose Well...
Not in terms of Games or Competition..
But the things in Her Life
That Envelop Her World.
Tough, Scrappy,
Beautiful
Oh-So Tender
Holding all things Dear
Close to Her Heart
Loss is a Place of
Deepest Contemplation
Her Memories
Are Alive
Vibrant..
Stay with Her
Immense Joy
Her Deep Well of Sadness
A Cachet of Stories
Reverberate
Expanding Outward
like Ripples in a Pond.
She does not Lose Well
The Creatures and People
That are Immersed
In Her Life
Even One Pulled Out
Leaves
Like a Building Block
A Tear
A Gap
A Hole in Her life
She does Not Forget
Or Minimize the
Pertinance of
Freindship
Love
A Moment that has
Touched Her Heart
When it is Time for
The Loss
The Breaking of Her Heart
Can be Felt through
Time
Space
Filled with Divine Wisdom
She is Able to See
All Aspects at Once.
The Purpose
The Moment
Becomes Filled
With Rainbows of Light
She will Bathe in that Beam...
Helps Guide Them Home
Knows Intuitively
She Trusts in the Divine
Finding There Solice
Amidst the Flutterings
of
Her Tender, Broken Heart.
Grief Shrouds Her
A Mystical Shawl
A Veil that Holds her Dearly
till the Pain
Becomes at Least Bearable..
Then She will
Begin
To Tell Her Stories
Once Again.
Copyright © 2014 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 5:33 PM UTC
Wind the clock
Set it back
Way, way, back
Way back to times before.
Before the battle and after the war
Make it bright to see the light
Feel the pleasure
Feel the pain
Sun fades, moon wanes.
Everything stays the same
But keeps movin forward
Draggin feet on the carousel
Tryin to slow the movement.
Blind to the revolution.
The inevitable return
Closer to the end,
Closer to the beginning
Big bang, big crush
Babe in an incubator,
Old man in a respirator
Travel back to move forward
Return and arrive in the same instant
Fast or slow
As long as it moves
and doesn’t go anywhere
just don’t stop.
Crash! Break!
Break out of the circle
Fight against the tumultuous monotony
Of its suffocating embrace
Concentric circles
Drawing in closer and closer
To a cage in the middle
Walls are closing in
What is outside the circle?
Why can’t we get out?
Who are the gate keepers?
Where are they hiding?
How will we break through?
When will we be free?
Dark days and white knights
Lapping life from the doggy dish
Wearing the wind in our eyes
Think it’s a disguise
But truth is transparent
And the façade is opaque beneath
Get out of the circle
Break the line
Stand still and be delivered outside
Be free
But be wary
For outside lie perils unknown
Sanctity, Sacrifice, Solice
Found in the binding of
Saintly moments.
For it shall be
The summations of good intentions
Which will break us out
Aug 17, 2011
Aug 17, 2011 at 8:21 AM UTC
Flurries of birds lament with me,
alone on this rock, as I appear to be.
But sat with the island, solice offered their calls
In front of the lake, it is not who enthralls
Who used to circle around my hand,
the last of the hourglass, lonely piece of sand.
Aug 16, 2011
Aug 16, 2011 at 4:15 PM UTC
The house has become
Surfeit with shadows
Mom sleeps
Soundly
Can I tell you I'm afraid?
Afraid she won't wake up.
We are told that perfect
Faith casts out fear
~
It isn't my faith that fails
~
I'm afraid she won't know
How much I really love her.
And the darkness pools
Around the floors under our
Heavy antique furniture
~
I believe somewhere on a
Plane of them
There's a fingerprint of their
Craftsman, long dead.
~
There is solice in knowing that
When she finally dies
(And she will)
her
Fingerprints
Will
Be
Left
On
ME
Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 6:52 AM UTC
In tides.
Change is fierce monster often left in shades of a lamb.
No pressense more cruel than that known as love.
Can we lie only to make this illusion so grand not appear traggic in design?
We question are truths beliving are thoughts instead of asking the one beside .
May we share this space only to distance areselves a little more at a time.
Picking apart the reason as in any situation we just always seem to lose track
of what it was that brought us here to begin with.
Anger can only mask my fears so long.
If you never understand then you'lll probaly stand with many.
***** the numbers it's a losing game to speak of to begin with.
Cold as rain in a approaching storm we can ignore the truth
if only to embrace are lies for one last time.
When did I ever become the shell?
A stranger in the wings to my own half thought logic .
Time makes a fool of us all.
As for me I sit without thought for to fight what never will be is a thought of another
The wolves howl at night only to hear themselfs die.
Tommorow you sound of hope in a hopeless void.
People togather in doorways hide from the rain and sometimes find there
placement a blessing.
Some find emptyness a solice I could never explian.
No man could ever be described so simply in one line.
Myself I find a stranger often ive seldom cared to understand.
Im far from the image yet close to the tale.
Maybe storms suit me well a gray sky to a ever distant wind.
Sands bury the traces yet a thought leaves it's mark.
No matter my past ive found eyes still find that dust ridden cover
**** my flaws for the subject is never understood.
For if Heaven were a endless highway id probaly be headed south.
I
Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 4:54 PM UTC
With our own hands
Destiny is sculpted
The passion of youth
Molding a masterpiece
Time is unyeilding
Chipping away the details
The marble soaks in the pain
Cracks trickle chaotically
Death bombards innocence
Worn and weathered
Building dreams of clay
The beauty in life fades
Some find solice in destruction
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 11:07 AM UTC
I could have loved you like
a meadow
(forgiving and resilient,
fluttering with your every
word)
but you only wanted a small
amount of solice from
the wreck in your body and
your heart couldn't be
big enough
(couldn't be
soft enough)
for everything I was
willing to hand over to
it.
I don't think I'll ever stop
trying to give every piece
of me to people who
aren't ready to take it but if I have
to continue I would prefer to give
all of it to you. I'm so
scared
to
settle
but, god, if I'm
going to settle anywhere
I would want it to be
wherever you are.
Jul 27, 2013
Jul 27, 2013 at 4:26 AM UTC
He would always wear my ring- giving me his full attention;
he would lay there- with me,
he listened to the music.
He listened to our songs.
And she carries my pouch, the one I made for her coins.
She carries my artwork- a piece of my mind, my imagination- one of which that even escapes my own memory-
I know she carried it,
Wherever she went.
And with a silent , namelless love, He uses my bookmark.
The one I made for him.
I know, at every ending,
to every story-
It's there.
A simple ring, a coin purse, a bookmark;
like the unity of a song we all listen to at once-
we're pushed together, bound by memory,
and immortalized in such fleeting feelings.
Isn't It Strange? That within these three mundane objects
I take solice.
Feb 23, 2023
Feb 23, 2023 at 10:38 AM UTC
Gravity Pulls
Our forms to be
Us
Forciose things
and full of wonder
Coalesced
A singularity
Yet
Light gives sight
To halo Rings
cast black by the unknown.
As
Matter found
in vapor form,
gives lift
To humbled fret
For This
A contract ,
duelly met
Is thee
Unbalanced bet
Thus of this
the arch of spark
The metronomal
Mark
Are
Atoms and matter
Space and time
Those truths of ,Light and dark
With tools so crude
To flame
From spark
Creation cold and stark
From this
Reclusive
Alcamist
A Sentient being
adrift
And
Rue and refuse the piety
To gods
of gastsly note
So
due I hail
Thee
full of spite
Destroyer
Jubilant
Respond to you
Of you
no word
Shepard
Nought of
Herd
Of countless time
With rhythms rhyme
Reiterate
Time spent
Oh creature coward
Faceless you
Our saviors son's decent
Who
gave to me a hand of sand
The
grains,
owned
by
the
******
And woe of he
The ward of space
Gate
keep
Absent
grace
Riddled with
A failing mind
Our Blessed
Heathin *****
For
Surly plans
unknown, unwind
Of what he
Has
In store
This
An empty
Formulaic
Tombe of ancient tune
speaks this code
A wayword
vice
Absent
paradise
In higher planes he finds abode
Neglectful father form
And
finds he
solice
As
He
Demands
Souls
For
Evermore
So faceless form
Unmask thyself
Disarm
With
Your
Descent
For us
The mortal
Masses
Ask nought
With no consent
Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 9:48 PM UTC
She does not lose well...
She will not forget.
It will haunt her,
the favorite pencil..
tip softened perfectly,
A paw, pushed it
somewhere to a secret spot.
Out of her vision...her reach.
A peice of paper elusive, yet there...
lodged deep amidst
A stack
of most important things.
She does not lose well...
Not in terms of Games or Competition..
but the things in
her life
that Envelop
her world.
Tough, Scrappy,
Beautiful
and Oh-So Tender.
Holding all
things dear and
close to her heart
Loss is a place of
deepest contemplation
for her.
The memories she has stored
through her life
stay alive,
stay vibrant,
stay with her
The immense
joy shared.
Her deepests sadness;
A cachet of stories
reverberate within her heart,
expanding outward
like ripples in a pond.
She does not lose well.
The Creatures
and People
that live within the wholeness of her being...
Even One pulled
out leaves,
like a building block,
a gap, a tear,
a hole in her life.
She does not forget,
Or minimize the Pertinance of Love,
Friendship
A moment that has touched her heart.
Forever an imprint upon her consciousness.
She is permeated with knowledge... the essence of all things.
When it is time for The Loss,
The breakng of her heart can be felt through all time
and space
Being filled with divine wisdom and insight, She is able
to see all aspects
at once.
The Purpose.
The moment becomes filled with rainbows of light.
She will bathe in that Beam...help guide Them Home
.
She knows how.
Knows intuitively what course will
be taken.
She trusts in the Divine. Her piece of solice, amidst the flutterings of her most tender,
broken heart.
The history, the moments. Living memories, are paramount in the connection she has with All.
She does not lose well.
Her grief shrouds her, a mystical shawl.
A veil that will hold her dearly
till the pain is at least bearable..
Then she will
Begin
To tell her stories
once again.
Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 3:13 AM UTC
Ladies help define men to stride to be better,
And us men without our equal are prisoned in a soundless white room,
With sensation and voices dulled by empty cup.
The walk without the need to go places,
And the time stopped without her presence,
While searching for something tangible to grasp.
We men are mortified walkers,
Without a purpose or cause,
And lambs of the butchery robbed of shepherds.
We need our guidance,
Soul stone of our pathway.
The woman of our lives are our equal,
The voices where men can have sanctuary,
Our inner solidarity and piece of solice.
They are our inner home,
Our kingdom of fortitude,
The fortress of our essence.
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 10:22 PM UTC
Life obscure in hiden peril
My heart is opened to your blazing fire
Eyes wide open to all your desires
Seeking solice from oricles of delphie
Future dreams of past and present
going extream in thoughts of heaven
A touch of minds of ivory towers
A dream of floating high seaking your silken powers
my fate is sealed with a single kiss
But to act in haste could end in waste
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 11:52 AM UTC
Lady by the lake
She walks by waters misty blue
As dusk settles across the lake
She lights a latern to lead her there
To the other side her gentle stare
In lightest blue her dress of silk
Reflects the moon lit night
He's captivated by her dance
He waits for her though she is unaware
He calls her but he she does not hear
He shows him self to her yet he she does not see
A spirit she awaits to set her free
He takes her hand but feels no warmth her side
Untill she feel secure she only hides
He holds her close and leads her to the shore
He kisses her neck so soft she breathes once more
From her silent reverie she now awakes
She screams of fear and darkness from her night
But strong enough his love will hold her near
She twists and turns her spirit not yet free
But echoes of his beating heart breaks free
She allows him gift her body quivers see
But now real love and passion she can reveals
Not control but warmth and strength surround her
She finds herself excited by his warmth
For now she can be loved also protected and not scorned
And sails unfold as they begin to drift
A journey new way of love they make
Into a waters sensual awakening
Of love she wakes from silent reverie
Her body gently laid across his chest
Strokes her golden hair across her breast
She finally feels free of evils quest
In the morning the light through shadows play
He lies there as her slipsaway
Her spirits to the lake returns in her beauty
For only night can capture her solice still
she fades away to lakes side call
She glances up and catches his eyes they burn
she waits for the evening once more
But will not be free
FALLEN ANGEL
Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 7:01 AM UTC
Only echoes now remain of they
A silence that became louder year by year
More deafening than the reality of the suppressed truth
Then it was out
louder than an explosion
The truth emerged and in that moment
Solice became a possibility
Justice an equality
Not an orchestrated privilege
For it had long been hidden
Hidden by lies told by those who knew
Those sworn to protect
A small group of inquisitors
The truth would have brought change
The truth however bitter would have ended it
Yet they did not air that truth, oh no
A group so powerful they changed history
No they re wrote it as a **********
Tomorrow so it seems they bury their leader
With honour and pomp and ceremony
Yesterday you mourned the victims
Left to die like cattle slaughtered
But soon you may vanquish the conspirators
Tonight sleep as your 96 do
Be at peace for the truth has aired
Lady Justice now is in balance and wields her sword
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 8:14 PM UTC