"solidness" poems
There
is.... a knarnley creature
resting, waiting, seeking
the pounce.
A lifetime of gold awaits thy
asleeps but under her blanket
restful slumber
Hark!
Oh the bells
the bells as they are ringing
in the steeple in the courtyard
She awakens
The knarley creature
aint feelin dat 10 a.m
fridgeworthy
solid
solidness
blender
of feelings
being mashed
mixer of emotions
like a mixed drink
at uptown
maybe a gin and tonic
idk...
Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 1:17 AM UTC
when the street lights shadow play
across your face
and you're your own neon sign
and the velvet night feels like a blanket—
how electric
To revel in your solidness
when your grip of the wheel turns your
knuckles white and your palm
lays on my thigh
like that one song I could not stop listening to
two years ago
To revel in your togetherness
when it seems like nothing is changing
although everything is
and your laughter still resonates within the compact space
and the calm in your voice is a deserted beach at midnight
To revel in you
when the air is sweet
the tears, bitter
the wounds, rotting
the healing, slow—
how hauntingly beautiful
Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 6:15 AM UTC
I catch your scent in my covers and sheets as I roll over sleepily
I inhale it deeply
Savoring the familiar smell
Comfort, arms, forehead kisses
A solid chest covered in dark, soft hair
The sensation of your bare shoulder on my lips
The soft skin of your neck
The rasp of your beard on my cheek
The solidness of your strength curled around me
I comfort myself with the knowledge that this isn't permanent.
I exhale and smile, wrapping myself in the blankets before drifting back to sleep.
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 2:20 AM UTC
Stone of massive solidness, shards of gemlike flint
Crystalline refractions flash in noon day's sunshine glint,
Obelisk in grasses green, immense in grey repose
Has lain in place for centuries here, how long, nobody knows.
Created in the hellfire deep and ****** up from below
Molten in its’ infant form to flow with orange glow.
To work its’ way down mountain flank to plunge to cascade’s grasp
And tumble, grinding river stone, worn smooth in torrent’s clasp.
Rolling swift in flooded flow to beach by river’s edge
With grasses green against it’s’ girth in shade of leafy hedge.
Seasons come… cold rain and snow with baking heat in summer past
Millennia doth flow on by to leave untouched this boulder, vast.
Until this day I happened by, perchance beneath a clear blue sky
To rest my bones upon this rock, remove my boot and empty sock.
Admiring, in the midday sun, the snow clad peak and river run,
In wilderness of debris strewn from high volcano past it’s noon.
To notice with discerning gaze the rock, on which I sit, is glazed
With crystals of refracting fire to capture, now, my eye entire.
What secrets lie within this stone that lies so massively, alone?
What history has passed it by beneath its centuries of sky?
What stories could this boulder tell should I remove its silent spell?
Bemused, I tie my boot and yield,this obelisk to chosen field…..
Marshalg
On the timeless bank of Taranaki’s wild, wild Stoney River.
25 November 2013
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 9:31 PM UTC
The drain dripped lazily, like rain water, into the icy bath
Dark circles dress beneath my eyes like storm clouds
The bathroom is black, except for the light shinning in from under the door
I sit submerged in the cold water, skin numb from the biting temperature
Fully clothed
It's 10 am
Monday
July
I have spent all my sadness
Saturated myself in it
Now all is left is the dark, and the loneliness
Each prowling around my mind
Growling
I stare up at the ceiling
No light
Only vague shapes
Creating themselves out of shadows
And tricking my eyes
Soothing my conscience
My heart is racing
My fingers shaking
Both arms are strewn along the sides of the tub
But despite the solidness beneath them
I'm floating
It's 11 am
Monday
July
Time is slipping by
My teeth are chattering
My toes are gone
My lungs hurt
From breathing
My eyes hurt too
I only feel physical pain
I sink lower into the coolness
My chin hit the surface
Then my nose
My eyes
I'm covered
I open my eyes against my bodies better judgement
It hurts them
But they already hurt
I already hurt
I open my mouth
Water breaks in
I scream
They drown
It's 12 pm
Monday
July
My hair drips into the bath water
I'm shaking
My throat hurts
My arms hurt
Still no tears
Where did they go?
It's 1 pm
Monday
July
The waters red
It's finally warm again
But my body is cold
My eyes stare at the ceiling
My lips are turning blue
It's ...
I'm
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 9:16 PM UTC
To my Love:
Destroy
With all the strength you have,
These antique walls that constitute my body.
Excessive solidness,
Excessive height of limbs,
I hear no sound of prayers from your mouth.
Just tear my walls down.
Let me fall in pieces.
Let me slowly bleed on autumn morning.
Unveil me, disrupt me
Like a storm of raging thunders
Washing centuries away.
Undo me and I’ll be yours.
Dismantle me and I’ll be yours, and yours alone.
And once you’re finished come close to me
To build me up again,
To save me from a liturgy of pain
And make me a constellation yet to be
Shaped into the bulky form of galaxies.
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 5:12 PM UTC
What does it mean?
To live
To exist
To feel the solidness
Of this breath
The firmness
The rhythm
The pureness of air
Things you regret
To many people
It is only air
going in
going out
A cycle to keep living
From the nose
Or the mouth
But what most of us
Do not know
It is more than just a breath
It is forever going
Infinite
When we don't realize its there
It is not only a symbol of life
But there's another meaning
Hidden
Within each breath
Lies simplicity
It will never be ridden
Somehow
This was overlooked
And for now
It is just a breath
Air
going in
going out
Even when you rest
Scientific knowledge
That is all people see
As long as we have breath
What more could we need
But tell me
What does it really mean
To live
To exist
To touch
To feel
To smell
To taste
To hear
Tell me
What more is real
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 11:35 PM UTC
i will lead you
to the place i've always wanted to be
i will coax you
and train you
and let you know
how good it could be
i will caress your mind
until you realize
that you are powerful
my mistakes
your fortune
my hesitation
your confirmation
ignore my insecurity
to ride the whirlwind of achievement
and hold in your hand
the solidness
of your future
and feel in your heart
the security
of peace.
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 8:28 PM UTC
I'm sitting
In a small, red chair
With my feet up
On the edge.
The three feet
Between me
And the ground
Feel like
Three light years
Away to me
And I don't know
If I can
Touch the solidness
Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 3:54 AM UTC
mouths
clamped shut
for fear of
humiliation
a brain that pops
with thoughts
unprojected
the solidness
of being
threatened
with destruction
by unbelieved
proclamations
of truth
this world
our world
your world
faced with
predictions
of destruction
because leaders
chose to follow
and followers
chose
a zipped
upper lip.
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 2:41 PM UTC
Homebound, on the trail to new horizon.
Lost town, forgotten from where the trail was and where it began.
Like roses and cherry blossoms,
beauty isn’t forever.
I admire the concrete, the cement, the asphalt and rocks, at least they stay.
The songs I sing, lost their melody and beauty.
I head to concrete city
Where the hearts are exchanged for pennies and forgotten memories.
For once the leaf, the bird, and the frog..
aren’t things I admire.
I now find love and resonance in the solidness of structure,
And then maybe my heart won’t rupture.
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 3:47 AM UTC
the things we can’t comprehend
are laughing at us again
my skin is cold like the bathroom floor
how our coursing blood shakes the ground
a fingertip, a cheek away from never parting
there is nothing behind your eyes
you have lost your solidness
and are filled with hollowness and black
i need you so much closer
i fear no fate and carry no secrets
here in this dark and naked place
the gray november sunrise comes
i tear down the stars with my teeth
and whisper your name
hoping that someday
we will find each other there
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 2:53 PM UTC
Rising up from the floor, I feel
The hardness, and the security of the white wall on my body.
As my body presses in,
The coolness of the wall
Washes over me.
The solidness of the wall
Takes hold of me and
Stops my spinning head and
My winding heart dead in their tracks.
Thank you Wall
For catching me
Thank you
For allowing to me experience myself
Without falling down
Onto the Floor.
Oct 19, 2012
Oct 19, 2012 at 8:59 PM UTC
Does my body not
frighten you?
the scars that run from
elbow to wrist. The pieces
of memory that vanished
with the flick of a Bic
lighter
my solidness. Like a rock
gathering moss, weather
beaten to look at,
rough to the touch
my thighs that have
greeted Lucifer, the firm
push of his hands.
Spreading, swallowing
the dessert, sand sticking
to the back of my
chipped teeth
my eyes, robbed blindly
of innocence. A storm
cloud swirling, frequent
showers of rain that
soak my cheeks
my mouth, that has
tasted strawberries, picked
fresh and kneaded into
a pulp
my knees, bent praying
at my bedside. For forgiveness,
for freedom, for tomorrow's
fling
does my body not
frighten you?
lacking heart, rotting flesh,
the deepest pores of
regret
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 2:51 PM UTC
stardust particles
so small to the eye
i want to be.
don't look at me
i'm not worthy
i'm tired of being...
solid
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 11:20 PM UTC
this says body,
and I'm thinking I can't think
there's worlds to put here
but confusions overcome me.
Why? or Where? How Will I ever?
What?
I want to but can't.
Nothing comes out how I want to.
It is hard. For me.
I'm so shy
Not playing
scared of people
the "what people?"
I'm embarrassed
why
what's there to scare me?
prizes aren't for me.
Is that how i see things?
no attention is necessary!
I just want to live
or get things out
I'd really like to write.
I'm good at this. I've tried..
along time ago...I've tried.
There were points of happiness
of completeness
of solidness
of structuredness
of being free
of being spirited
for having something to say and saying it
in ways that made sense
to myself
or to someone who could understand it
one day.
that was a dream
a hopeful dream maybe
or maybe not even a dream
just a kidding thought
but it would be okay to
hear someone notice
and think aloud
but to leave me untouched
and unbroken
and unbruised
and untainted
and UN-humiliated
and not judging
Just let me say what i need to say
and let me pass by.
and if you want to, smile at me.
I'm cool with that.
I was small but little when the dream
came to me,when the earth spoke to me
when I spoke to myself,
when I took control or had control
even slightly.
when i learned to love....everything...
for who I was and what I was
and Where I was....
and to recite and to wonder.......
But it all goes away.
and in a blink of an eye,
I don't know how.
I ever thought I land up so far away from myself
It's interesting.
But maybe this is a step in the right direction.
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 4:10 PM UTC
Love is the greatest thief
slinking away with more than I thought I could give
just a little more, like the tides pulling me out to sea
hard around my feet and so cold it burns my skin but I dive in
because I want to let it go, and take the current that tears at my soul
**** it down into some form of solidness
I want to tear open my chest and present my still beating heart to you
make you see it and look at it, taste it while I hold you down
this is me
this is what I want you to beg for while I'm ******* you hard into the sheets
this is the blood and bones and bits and pieces where I exist
and sometimes I don't feel real
I don't feel like anything can touch me besides the space I feel around me and I need to see the world change where I intersect
no matter the strength in my hands I can't grip you or move your face an inch
all the rage and the pain of wanting to make you shiver beneath my fingertips
twisted like a knife hot in the center of my chest
but I'd rather shove it deeper than be so alone
I'd rather twist it and hear you tell me about all the things you know can hurt me and dig in deep like shrapnel
with a smile on your face
I guess human beings are not built to withstand the vacuum of space and I am no exception
Suffocated with the words I feel but cannot speak because when I say them
you hear them without the conviction
you hear them as a game, as a come on
they are a crazy need to feel anything so deeply
beyond all my scars and wisdom, I want you to steal from me and give me more than you thought you were going to give while you catch me with little hooks in my lips
pulling away while you kiss me
letting me tell myself stories about how any of this means something at all
besides empty souls stumbling through the darkness
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 8:18 AM UTC
Even though you were straight
I thought it would be great if you were gay
I longed to see the sparkle in your heart
The magically spectacular rainbow in your soul
I wanted to dance in lovingly lavender gardens
Throughout the day and night
Smell your precious, refreshing fragrance
Let our lips meet in unison
Erupting seduction eminent
Swathed in the solidness of your masculineness
Feeling your immaculate bare body against mine
Your hands on my chest
Giving them the best massage
Lock me in your arms tighter
Be awed by my beauty like a dazzling star
Make me feel collected in your incredibleness
I adore your tallness
Your thugalicious swagger
Your consumable, creamy, and velvety chocolate body
Taste my gayness
Tantalize my spine with your tongue
Let your mouth mesh with the back of my neck
I want a ********** love with you
Holding on to your body
I cherish your treasure
The contours of your face are gorgeous
Your body is a warm place always to stay
To collapse into your attractiveness
Feb 4, 2022
Feb 4, 2022 at 7:47 PM UTC
She feels herself teetering on the edge of an abyss,
yet she can't bring it out of herself to care.
Looking down into the empty, black darkness,
she finds herself feeling curiosity.
Not fear.
She wonders what would come of herself
if she took that tiniest step forward.
Sitting there on the edge,
dangling her feet against the jagged, broken edges- scraping.
She feels, for lack of a better word, content.
Danger nor safety touch her in this moment.
Of course, in the back of her mind,
she knows that one small push off and she will fall.
Fall into free darkness, liberated.
The small white light that illuminated where she once stood
becoming a faint memory
as it grows smaller and smaller,
eventually being extinguished from her sight.
She would close her eyes
and feel as though she were weightless.
The numbness this moment would hold
runs through her veins
as she stares out into the all consuming blackness,
mentally taking that final jump,
the last leap of faith.
Physically grasping onto anything that will hold,
needing to feel it's solidness on the earth,
something to draw strength from.
A life line.
Standing there on the edge of an end,
she finds a beginning.
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 10:03 AM UTC
The Box…by Jessie 9/06
I am here but not alert, as I walk in unison with five more
Stiff, ridged, eyes front
Rain drops fall and with each pelt, a ripple of consciousness
In my hand and in their hands, a box
In the box we carry hope and despair, past and present, fear and bravery
The weight is heavy; it is not because of the solidness of what is inside
It’s because of the responsibility and emotional heaviness it represents
Rain and tears blend together
Release the box, heavy still
Slowly lowered, time stands still
Words of little comfort spoken
Shots of startling respect, twenty-one in all
Feral the flag, a handful of dirt, cast into the beckoning hole
A hole in the ground, a hole in the heart
Say goodbye to the brother, the father, the husband and son
Freedom’s a heavy price to pay, paid in blood
Heavy yesterday, heavy tomorrow, heavy today
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 11:36 AM UTC
He was a brain and he was not insane.
Nor did he like to complain.
On and off, of a stage his talents are great and fame.
So let's go get ticket's to see his way.
Many came he was shy with pink sides and gray.
No reason, to be that just show us what's under that hat!
He took of his hat, and just like that there eyes feels with grain.
Oh dear, what's that of this stage.
He is a brain, how can he be here.
No body, no soul, no solidness to take hold.
Apr 1, 2017
Apr 1, 2017 at 5:53 PM UTC
It smells...
Sweet and earthy.
With the water giving a hint of acidity,
And the rocks, some solidness...
This, This is a sensory experience I could devour forever.
(And the sun, it just... lightens everything up.
The
Tiniest
Bit.)
me.gs
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 10:36 PM UTC
the first time I hiked through the forest at night I was frightened And then, I just decided i could not remain scared
I trusted the bark was bark
and if I stretched my hands out I could touch the solidness of a tree
and I trusted that the ground was ground firm beneath my feet that it would
support me and not suddenly give way
opening like a trap door
I trusted that my ears would hear
I trusted
so now I must trust that the heart
can feel ( what is truly real)
Apr 7, 2021
Apr 7, 2021 at 10:59 AM UTC
i feel you with me
especially when i'm blue
i remember
the simple words you offered
that told me you cared
i know it was difficult
for you, sometimes
showing compassion
encouragement
love
but i never doubted it
and i always, always felt it
my hurt was your hurt
my desperation was your desperation
my happiness blazed in your eyes
i will never be loved like that again
i will never feel as secure as i did with you
i miss you, dad
i miss your solidness
your quiet
the comfort i got
when you reached for my son
yes, the good die young
and you...
you were one of the best.
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 7:11 PM UTC
**What is life?
And what makes us alive?**
The way we talk? The way we say our ABC's? The way we take insults with a closed mouth? The way we cry when we're hurt, and scream when we're upset? The way we eat, and then cleanse ourselves of the weight, the solidness? The way we turn to our razors for companionship? Or how about the way we lie in our mommas bed (for those of us who have one) and tell her all about our problems?
Is it the way we spend thousands of hours worrying about that guy who's not even thinking about us? The way we pretend to smile when we'd rather cry? The way we trust with no doubt the people who call themselves our "parents"? The way our blood dances through our body? The way our heart beats when we wish it'd just st-st-stop? The way we blink back our tears? The way the words get stuck in our throats when we get nervous? The way we breathe in and out, in and out, in and out?
Who has the ability to decide whether we are truly alive or not?
**What is life?
And what makes us alive?**
Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 12:19 AM UTC