"stealthier" poems
sometimes the flowers dance
better than the ones you love
sometimes the trees will sing arias
smoother than the lead of the play
sometimes the leafy bushes hide
better than closed mouths
sometimes the creeping weeds
are stealthier than the criminal
sleeping next door
sometimes when everything is falling down
dandelion fluff can find its way around
and even in our human stillness
grass can still be free
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 9:51 PM UTC
sometimes i can hear myself think
each thought rustling from one
corner to another in this bottomless
pit of my mind; they enter each
chamber stealthier than venom
slithering through your veins;
sometimes i can even hear a
whisper of an idea spark from each
flame
now im a restless fiend who seeks
comfort in the darkest of allies, alleyways
comfier than any bed, nightmares
so real when i wake up it’s as if the
moment between sleep and awake
is prolonged for a century,
purgatory, the lapses of time our lips are not together
bliss, a faint of a second after you moan my name
tragedy, the blink of your eyes as you realize
i belong to no one and yet, everyone belongs
to me
cole 2015
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 11:47 PM UTC
She sat on the window sill
And somehow managed to squeeze herself out of the bars
Tied to the bars was a rope
Ending in the vastness of water below
The leafy curtains hid her
And she sure nobody could see her
But she had been there, since a while
Deciding, whether to jump off
Or hang on to the bars beside
When suddenly opened the door
Creaking in motion
And chilling her spines in the move
A figure entered
Looked about the room
And stopped to glance at the curtains
A little longer than supposed
A thousand thoughts troubled her mind
Should she jump off?
Or stay where she had been brought?
The figure resigned
But with a stealthier pace than which it had arrived
The clocks were ticking
And the sand, filling the lower block
She had to choose
Fast
Or she would lose
Her last chance
But she knew not
Whether she would survive
For the water below was cold and deep
And vast as far as her eyes could reach
Would it be worth if she took the risk?
Well, it had to be
'Coz no place could be worser than this
A place where chained she lay all day long
Where worthless her life, meant nothing at all
So many thoughts, so little time
She could hear footsteps approaching
To chain her back maybe
The footsteps were getting closer
And the sand trickling down
She paused
Took a deep breath
Held tight to the rope and
"It would suffice"- she thought
And let go of herself
And just as they approached
She had fallen into the water
"What now!" she thought, "what more to this!"
'Coz they had cut off her wings long ago
And she couldn't fly anymore
And she was just a little bird
With tiny little feet to give her some hope.
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 7:52 AM UTC