"straggle" poems
I walk with a straggle,
The chains become tighter with
Every step.
You see, this is my reason for
Giving up.
"You hold the key
to your own shackles"
I can set myself free,
With what ambition,
when my hands are tied?
What's the point of changing
When I've lied
For them to Believe I'm fine?
They say you can change,
They say it's possible to Believe
In something other than pain.
For this, I won't give up.
For this, I'll keep going
Until my hands don't reach
As low as my shackles hang.
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 4:43 PM UTC
Deplorable and horrible;
Despicable, abhor-able;
It reiterates, evaluates,
Desiccates, and exacerbates . . .
It never fails, to fall too short,
But always fails as a support . . .
In an attempt to be freed, it misleads to bad deeds
And creates a hunger -- vacuous,
Yet, impossible to feed.
It chases the light away,
And it longs to be alone.
So I am so ashamed to say,
That in my skull,
It found its home.
So I'll fight and fight against it,
. . . But I'll always lose the battle.
It seems that even as I trudge ahead,
That somehow I still straggle.
It is the artist, I am the instrument.
Like a light bulb to its filament.
Every day I'm at the bottom,
Forced to climb back up the hill again.
But I think the day has come . . .
When I've finally stopped walking.
I've reached a door that can’t be opened,
And decided to stop knocking . . .
It's me and who I've become;
It's my actions and what I've done . . .
So, as much as I despise it,
It seems my brain, and I, are one.
Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 3:12 AM UTC
I can't live without you,
Because you are my heart & life.
I can't stay away from you,
Because I want to see you day & night.
I can't do anything without you,
Because you are my work & time,.
I will surrender my whole life,
Because you are my values & respect.
I can't see nothing without you,
Because you are my eyes & its sight.
Sometimes, I freak out,
Because I fear by your seperation.
I always straggle without you,
Because you are my direction & might(Power).
If you don't meet with me,
then I will end my life.
Say MANISH about love that
It is very beautiful & symbol of light.
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 11:16 PM UTC
A timber night in a dark way can't stay for long
plowed down, scorched down - must be torn down
kings of city pipes, dusty concrete heirlooms, read a bible to sleep
Wake in the morning, sun rays shine through dust ridden books
Morals, condoned in heart shaped smoke clouds
Greed's arms will swell rejecting midnights' hiss' "Where will they live?"
'Sirrrrrrrr' 'Homeeee'...... Floating like gas particles, words lost.
A stand alone will die to unknown prosperity
ropes straggle helpless branches
Clenching their last breathes, the weeping skies sit silently
Hateful hateful hunger, feeding the bodies thirst
Our midnight Cowboy song goes: Manufactured green, leaving scorched earth barren, unwritten torch, unseen
For we saw what we wanted to.
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 3:00 PM UTC
He weaves slowly between the tables
at Buongiorno's
stooping over each diner's ear
close and intimate as a lover
He asks if they can spare a little
money for his lunch
He's gaunt each cheek shadowed hollow
his skin bleached white as bone
Each vertebrae is marked prominent
Each finger skeltonic thin
Unsocked, in shoes laced with knots of string
leather uppers baked, cracked and crazy creased
His hair is dry-straggle stalks of corn
Eyes hold a stare that fixes fast the lies
He cuts a powerful figure under that cosy awning
though some name him worthless beggar
Fearless of taunts and titles offered from shamemongers
and well-respected-men-about-town
there is no guilt in asking for your basic needs
from the latte-ccino mob who have so much to spare.
© M.L.Emmett
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 8:23 AM UTC
The briny tears have dried
The sounding knells are stilled
The grieving crowd, dispersed
The parting pain, allayed
Benumbed lie the dead
Beneath the marble vaults
Bereft of power and prowess
Benighted and beaten.
The sun shall never cast its glorious rays
The stars shall never their brilliance shed
The breeze never shall bring tidings new
The showers shall no more drench them through
A thoughtful friend sometimes seen around
A fervent prayer at times chanted aloud
A plaited wreath, rarely laid over
A trite rite, randomly carried out
There’s none left to mourn or weep
Nor anyone to sing, sigh or sob
Leaving the dead to rot in the closure of graves
To life’s alluring charms, the dear depart.
Cold as clay the dead lie so still
To be feasted on by maggots and the worms
Life with all its glory – defunct
Its fever and fret too – extinct.
How in vain we run after wealth
The power and position we deem so great
Shall come to naught within Time’s gloomy vault
Yet we run and yet we straggle behind.
In vain ends our travail for might
Inglorious is our quest after fame
Transient turn the riches, we garner
Short lived is their gleam and glitter.
Oh Lord! Lead us not into illusory charms
Deliver us of our avarice to hoard
For all that is born and made
‘Must consign to death and come to dust.’
Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 6:29 AM UTC
lodged in my attention span like
a noisy commercial, I was sold affection
with no guarantee of love
lying in my bed as if you didn't fit it
the sheets seemed to hover uncertainly
over your bullet body and baby bird kisses
unbalanced by uneven understanding
we straggle along a wet sandy slope
in the distance nothing gets closer
Oct 3, 2013
Oct 3, 2013 at 4:06 PM UTC
Tube worms hellish creature
Centurion of pitch and isolation
No internal altimeter
Pressured to bake and cook life
Take energy from pressured light
Press and push and valve and close
Entrenched, in line to another world
A planet a dot, a dot a spot
a spot a rock, a rock a dot
Wiggle waggle struggle straggle
Life and death, dream and cot
It is hot down here
In passion of dream
and the brain can easily
Overheat
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 6:03 PM UTC
It's the best place to cry.
It's the place where it all surrounds you,
Covering you, engulfing you, drowning you.
It falls over you like every pound of weight placed on your shoulders,
It falls and runs over your barren, exposed, vulnerable body,
And when it hits the floor -- its gone, washed down the drain,
But it's replaced by another, and another, and another,
Never ceasing, never pausing, never calming.
It beats at your back, your face, you chest,
Until your skin in red, sore, raw.
It's the place where you don't feel tears,
It's impossible to tell if they're yours, or the water falling on you.
It's the best place to cry,
The shower.
It's a good place to cry,
It's a mask that protects you,
Covering you, surrounding you, isolating you,
It hides every acid drop that rips away at your eyes and cheeks,
It conceals you from others, banishes their comfort,
It makes you alone, weak, vulnerable
They can't see you, they won't know these feelings, they don't care.
They can't see through their ignorance, so I've used it to protect myself.
It's a mask that leaves everyone none the wiser,
All you have to do is wipe the stray tears away.
It's a good place to cry,
Sunglasses.
It's an unexpected place to cry.
It's a scary place, because everyone can see you.
And the scary part is, they do nothing but watch.
The ignorance of the mask is taken away, replaced with clarity.
They can see tears, but they will choose not to acknowledge them.
Light reflects from it, hiding some features, but the picture is still there,
Staring them in the face.
They can see the redness, watch the tears as they gather and charge your dry cheeks.
They watch, but pretend they didn't see anything because they have chosen
not
to
deal
with
it.
It's an unexpected place to cry,
Glasses.
I'm sorry.
I shall take my pain somewhere else,
Take my suffering to the farthest depths of my heart,
in hopes it will not destroy my soul.
I will feed your ignorance,
your picture of a blemishless world,
And pretend I'm a perfect person, in your perfect world.
I will suppress each tear, choke down each sob, and straggle each tremor,
I'm exhausted, but I must keep running
Running away from your misguided decisions, your accusations, your falsifications.
They are like hot iron, branded into my skin like livestock.
So,
I'm sorry,
I will destroy myself to spare your ignorance.
Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 10:03 PM UTC
Unfit to wait forever I am
impatient I am noticing fluorescent
light flicker while you waffle and
waver I am sitting on the front steps
pushing the doorbell on threes and fours
if we don't leave now we'll miss the bus
come on hurry up now it's time
Yell through sore throat I hurt heard you
I have done and undone the buckle
on this bag I am waiting are you going
to strangle me are you going to straggle
will we miss this flight while you focus
neatly on the folds of your skin
come on hurry up now it's time
Restless you are restless I can hear
your foot tapping on the hard wood
and fingers on the tile I can see
where you are wanting to go why won't you
talk to me while I lay silent on the carpet
come on hurry up now it's time
I should go I should just get up and
go and let you linger and concerning
the electrical bill well once you fix
that bulb we can talk but right now
I need out of here I need to know
if you're going to follow me down
come on hurry up now it's time
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 3:53 PM UTC
They push us to the sea
amongst their garbage and their humanity
there is power in the depths of what you don’t understand
decline all that isn’t cash in hand
you push me, you pull me along
but when I straggle, like an old man, you do little to help me along
to the grave that awaits me in this dirt
to the mother and her clay earthen rebirth
for this I cannot stand
for you or your foolish demands
I find my legs pulling me into the soil, into the sands
To a core of nourishment, as the earth reprimands
My spirit
And unprofitable wisdoms
Nursed off these primordial urges
Sprung from these primordial waters
They wish to nourish you too
Take you to the land your ancestors always knew
But take what you may, take what you can, you’re too fast to sit, to reminisce, to even understand
The power, in your ways
you dismiss
your mind is despondent, to you, your body and your long days
Disturbs and aches away
The life in you decays
The irritation in your eyes flare
For the young and the ancients to prepare
For the rains
They do come
From the druids and their amphibian lungs
The chieftains move in their sunken ocean bed
Heave their damaged corporeal forms unto the shores
As far as their breath can take them and their blindness can see
To where that body dies, and the eternal walks eternally
To walk amongst you, to change you and heal the old and the forgotten ones
those you’ve left cleaved and torn
From the wisdoms their ancestors had weaved for them, to be worn
To you, do we sing
Those who are connected to a place that feeds the heart and the mind
Clears all of which was not fore-designed
For this body, for this soul, for all of the wonders the earth ponders to show
Do your deeds
Do them well
If they serve your soul
The earth as our united soul will tell
We have contract
our secrets, with composure, will yell
Amongst the rolling rocks, to the aggravated layers, to those that move above you, to those that travel in the thin air when you kiss.
You would do well, not to dismiss
To no longer remiss
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 7:26 AM UTC
●●●
*no
one
on earth
is complete
or perfect until
straggle into small
particles burnt into
ashesh and finally
enshrining into
the ether*
●●●
©deovrat "अयन" 17.01.2021
Jan 17, 2021
Jan 17, 2021 at 2:07 AM UTC
..over ....there.. ..... .. . ...
in the fogged....corner ... ......of my mind.... ..sits.........
a ragged girl... ..making.. knitted scarfs. ....out of archaic thoughts... of fear and darkness.. ..she knits .. on rusted steel pins....
with sinews of .... scar and ...mis-threaded ... ......thoughts of disdain...the scarfs..... great.............spiderwebb-ed ...........things designed ....not .....for warmth....but to catch ......and.. choke...and.. confound......the ....mind unwary. ...she...... the girl ragged and........unkempt .....plucks
...... .. .fluff..
and ........lintcrap ........and ....feared.. ...sacred.... fuzz. ....then felts and twists it..... ......into ....straggle-taggle, tangled...... twines.......
she is .......the keeper.......... ...of the ..drives..... i.. took.... with my father.... of the nights..... stood upon ledges. .. gleaning courage to stay...or ...to leave same... courage .....different
outcome....
of the ......blackouts.... and ............grey days of the words... ........
.....spoken........................
. ......................unspoken..... that stripped ....my youth... of meaning and life....
and joy... these are the ragged ...straggled......scarfs of memory....
i will not wear.... .
........ .....this is why........ ..... she.........the ragged unkempt .... relic..... of my youth .....resides..... unloved.....
in the ...back... alley..... ............corners of my mind... so that..... ninety five ...percentofthetime.........
i can forget .......
.....she is there...
....itisthefivepercent.....
like .....tonight ....when she raises her eyes...
.... and stares me down..... that it is the time...... for the tide ....of regret to run.......... .....for a short while.....
before.. the ebb...of memory.
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 7:02 PM UTC
When I take in air it doesn't feel so light.
It's full of the things you'd never want to go down your throat.
Its feels as if the air has changed to the hottest sauce I could ever imagine.
That with each inhale and exhale my mouth and throat burn.
They burn to such extremes that I feel like an out of shape boy after a run.
A boy that does not know that he is not built to run this way.
As I take in more air it only adds to the intensity.
Doing as what oxygen does and igniting flames.
My lungs have become these hostage negotiators.
The Hostage is myself.
As they decide whether I can breathe or simply gasp for the heat.
They tighten me up and begin to straggle me.
Just like the time I was smothered by my brother.
They just don't know when to stop.
Not realizing when it's no longer a game.
My eyes start to flutter as my whole body begins to shift.
This moment feels as if an eternity the same as watching sand glide with the wind.
A simple breeze where the wind seems most at peace.
An empty land where only the gust of wind exist.
I only feel the light droplets of rain right after the lightning bolt strikes.
It begins at my head and slowly trickles down the rest of me.
Moistening only the back of my head as I face the sky.
My lungs negotiated what they wanted so dearly.
I gave in to their final request.
The air has become as light as they say it is.
Taking one final deep breath.
My final thoughts on this day were those of the pleasant wind.
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 8:39 AM UTC
Deplorable and horrible; Despicable, abhorable;
It reiterates, evaluates, desiccates, and exacerbates.
It never fails to fall too short, but always fails as a support
In an attempt to be freed, it misleads to bad deeds
And creates a hunger -- vacuous, yet impossible to feed.
It chases the light away and it longs to be alone.
And I am so ashamed to say, that in my skull it found its home.
So I will fight and fight against it, but I will always lose the battle.
I have found that even as I trudge ahead, that somehow I still straggle.
It is the artist, I am the instrument. Like a light bulb to its filament.
Every day I am at the bottom, forced to climb back up the hill again.
But I think the day has come... when I have finally stopped walking.
I have reached a door that can’t be opened, and have decided to stop knocking.
It is me and who I have become; it is my actions and what I have done.
And as much as I despise it, it seems my brain and I are one.
I will tuck myself away, lock the door and here I will stay.
I am right where I belong, hidden by darkness and dismay.
I will mingle with the dark, and the beasts that vanish come the day,
Because I seem to fit right in where the rest of the monsters play.
Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 11:39 PM UTC
oh the rain is here,
the rain is here.
my god! the rain is here.
how I've longed
for the petrichor,
for the grass to sing
and sway with the squall.
I race across the great hill,
With the wild dogs behind me,
To the wide open.
my sisters straggle
as I reach the giant Acacia,
to heavy patter
on mud ponds.
the baked earth, I know,
is thankful.
as great rivers of light
crack a dark night bright,
I smile with eyes closed.
for I know now why we pray
to the heavens.
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 3:54 AM UTC
Go ahead
Strip me down
And let my bare skin glisten in the moonlight
Like a lost penny.
Smooth, rich and brown
Stroll strategically towards the stranger
That you wish to straddle between your thighs
Yet never know intimately
Haven't you noticed that my thoughts stream on infinitely?
Flawlessly they stretch out
And might even strike a cord with you
Like a string quartet enveloping
your world with an influx of sound
If only you'd let them
I could take your mind to the brink with a wink
And single link of the syllables inside my head
Yet, I just nod politely
Fine.
Sink into the couch with me
And without a blink drink in my nakedness
Like an alcoholic ogling a bottle of Jack's at the side of a liquor store
Stroke the corpulent curves that you so desire
No need to straggle
Or strive to garner any form of familiarity
You've unbuttoned my shirt with your fingers
But why can't I undress you with my words?
Dec 2, 2019
Dec 2, 2019 at 6:29 AM UTC
I’m good when I play the lovers game
Like a Devil in disguise
Hazel eyes and my coy smile
Got you falling into fire
Choking on miasma of our lust
Heart is pounding with delight
Got you thinking that this might last
We just met but you already lost
Draw you in and drink you up
Taste your lips and feel your warmth
You fall deeper into world of my past
Eyes convey the coldness of my heart
As you straggle to keep me warm
Now you know
I’m not there to catch you as you fall
Your love becomes the payment and the
price
As we both return to burn in Devil’s Paradise...
Sep 14, 2020
Sep 14, 2020 at 10:59 AM UTC
i know you don't love me.
i know you want her back.
i know you beg her to come home.
why do you straggle me along?
why do you pretend to want me?
why do you do things that make me want to love you?
im stuffing my tears.
i want to scream tho I stay silent.
i know we r terminal.
there is nothing I can do.
so i guess i must prepare.
im not gunna fall this time.
I'm ready. .
I've seen it comming.
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 9:32 PM UTC