"strech" poems
Sadness is easy.
Sadness is fluid.
Sadness is a teardrop
that flows
to a river
Sadness flows.
Sadness is the rain
that pours
on a Sunday afternoon
Sadness pours.
Sadness is a long drive
in a strech of a road
without trees
without people
without houses
Sadness stretches
Sadness is never ending.
Sadness is looking outside
the airplane window
seeing nothing
but clouds
no ground
no greens
no blues.
Sadness is looking up
at the sky
at the vast dark sky
without stars
without clouds
without the moon.
Sadness is the abyss
Sadness is blank
Sadness is flat
Sadness is stagnant
Sadness is easy.
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 12:41 AM UTC
On hot summer days that strech ouy like this
Bird and bug song harmonized in the air
Cool water splashing with the sound of kids
Hearts start to be wild and do as wished
Leafed breezes blow away all hardened care
Creatures come from the dens in which they hid
As stars draw in like a smooth panther fur
And future folds out, bright and unsure
Music calls out in the dead of night
As all come out to camp, dance, chat, and play
We try our bravado and our own fright
As summer nights flow into the dog days
Jun 15, 2017
Jun 15, 2017 at 10:53 AM UTC
The hills over this rocky strech of road are greener,
that contain the things I want in life.
Success, a happy family, you name it.
I am wanting greener pastures. But it is going to take some time like a press conference for Obama
announcing his latest economic plan. Yes the greener pastures are coming its just tough right now to wait for it.
Dec 1, 2010
Dec 1, 2010 at 10:06 AM UTC
I have so much to offer
inside of this prison
called a soul
how to get it out
is the mystery
I pry to know.
My angels
and demons
pull and strech
this skin,
their best efforts
to free me from within.
Sadly, the never win
they always lose
I choose to be free
but the power is not mine
it has never belonged to me.
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 1:45 PM UTC
When I was five
the most magnificent pastime
was imagining what it would be like
when you swept me off my feet
wearing a long peach gown
(because that was my favorite color
at the time)
and you would set me on
your tall white stallion
and sing me a song
about some enchanted evening
the woodland creatures would sing
with you
wrap your cloak around my shoulders
and we would ride like Snow White
to Ever Ever, After.
When I was twelve
the most exhilirating fantasy
was dreaming what it would be like
when you rolled up
in your strech Hummer
pressing your palm on the
small of my olive green dress back
(because I know what goes with my hair
this time)
and folded your fingers around my wrist
the paparazzi's going mad
gasps and lightning strikes
to our retreating frames
as I turn and wink one last time
and we ride off into the distance
to Broadway and Main.
Now that I'm older
I realize that I'll probably meet you
in the most unexpected of places
a bookstore
a library
when I'm pretending
to read Hemingway
you'll off-handedly tell me
that you like his work
I'll confess that I really don't get it
you'll grin and I'll smile
sheepishly
you'll rest your hand on the
table in front of us
and I'll be wearing
my glasses and a jacket
(because I don't care
what goes with my hair
this time)
and I'll realize that you probably
don't own a white stallion
nor a stretch Hummer
and you probably aren't famous
nor will you sing me some sappy song
about enchanted evenings
and that it'd be really freaky
if the chipmunks sang with you
but I'll nod anyway
and we'll ride off into the distance
of Starbucks.
Apr 27, 2010
Apr 27, 2010 at 1:43 PM UTC
Listen,
if stars are still lit it means there is someone who needs them.
It means someone wants to love,
Why then do we feel so much pain and heaviness of heart?
are we waiting for something, regretting anything?
To whom I can strech out my hand in the somber desert?
Who will accompany me on the empty night?
Who will give me a fiery day?
Who will bring back the sea that left?
No hope here. Torment is certain.
Without sacredness in the emptiness of this world of ours,
the heart of man fades like a flower.
Suddenly, the shuddering of the heavens penetrating my soul,
Oh never let the parting sun, no star is ever lost we once have seen, the long rains will continue to fall.
Apr 26, 2021
Apr 26, 2021 at 7:24 AM UTC
As I sit upon this great stone
I take in the majestic view
It is not a view on the mountaintop
But much smaller indeed
Quiet and humble in it's existance
It's merely a view seen from this rock
That's stood here since the Ice Age
Slowly melting under the elements
But majestic nevertheless
I wonder and speculate in silence
Would this very rock
That looks so large in my eyes
Once have been
But a small pebble under the Ice
Before all these countless trees grew here
I close my eyes and picture
This forest without all its treasures
Then build it up slowly again
In the depths of my limited mind
These trees so tall and evergreen
Produce gasses and chemicals
And as they spit out their oxygen
Tirelessly in vast amounts
As the sun gazes upon them
The air becomes purer
So pure in fact
That a strange grey-greenish beard
Celebrates it's existance
On the barks of these giants
The countless lakes mirror their surroundings
As the drowsy sun paints them orange
Laying itself to sleep beyond the horizon
And as the sea has its own scent
So do these lakes
They leave an indescribable scent
On the skin of the human bathing in it
Leaving her hear soft and lush
The last rays of the sun
Force their way through openings
In the ceiling of this forest
Creating lightbeams
Seemingly rising from the forest floor
Absolute silence aside from my slowly beating heart
I strech my weary wings
Straighten my feathers
Close my eyes forever
And acknowledge that my time is up at last
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 5:10 PM UTC
I have reached that fatal point
in where I associate consequence with defeat and happiness
I have reached that fatal point
in where I associate warmth in spaces between your arms
and your fingers
I have reached a point so fatal that it has made me
feel
more alive
in between your curiosity I hide
I imagine myself in so many different places with you
and sit and just let my thoughts trail
I know you in a sense of understanding
and how subtle that is
I wouldnt believe it if I really knew you
saw your light in your darkest places
and saw the dimness in your vast brightness
saw your spine from the inside out
and felt your chest upon mine
I have tasted the poisin in your cheeks
but I have yet to hear your heart beat upon my ear
I have a notion brief yet so strong
of what your are capable of doing to me
that if you were to show me to places within your
hidden places
I might lean back and scream
what it is
what it is
to feel such a powerful thing
when I thought beauty couldnt strech her hand any
further
I saw what was behind your fingerprints
what was behind everything that was physcial
what was behind everything that was spiritual
something that went deeper
I see you
and then I see time
and then I see a mixture of colors
a blurr
this permanent handwriting on my walls
marked with touch by your words
has edged itself along the small of my thoughts
and I am devoured
depleted by you
To think that your sense was staggered
puts my thoughts to sleep
and I cant understand
how you thought I didnt feel the same
I walk backwards to how I hid so discreetly from you
if only you knew I feared you
and feared myself
feared how the colors might mix
feared how the pain might ravage us and lay
our hearts to waste
under the gravel of such beautiful little things
now I move
and where to exactly I cant press my tongue against that
but we move timidly towards each other
Dec 5, 2010
Dec 5, 2010 at 2:55 PM UTC
Alas, there he stands
Far above ocean sands,
The eyes close and ears have opened
To the world of sound around him.
Far could the eye strech out
Across the ocean in the sun's route,
No land can be found upon the horizon
Except the rock below his bare feet.
Each and every cresant wave,
Break above what he sets to brave
And covers its depths in uncertainty
To force the truth to be unknown.
And high above these waves below
Off an end of the ocean plateau
He leans and lisens with eyes closed
To the crashing of the waves underneath.
The birds echo through the sky
And do echo the waves' war cry
For he stands unclothed and silent
Preparing for a dive of faith.
The springs of his ankles unload,
And in hair and ears the winds blowed
His linked hands and fingers led the way,
And his closed eyes trusted the future.
Faster, more does his speed quicken
The mist of the waves does thicken
And louder the wind whistles, the waves crash
Although no drops of fear pour from his soul.
Plumitting to the depths at last,
Into the waves comes a decisive crash,
And now the test has arrived at his hands,
To dive deep for devils and their secrets.
Written: July 3, 2006 @ 11:35 PM CDT
Feb 1, 2010
Feb 1, 2010 at 5:18 PM UTC
It's midnight and I hit the pause button,
Strech,
move slowly to the window.
Pull out a cigarette of my yellow box and light it up.
Fresh air touches my half naked body,
Tense skin, cherry-red *******
It's almost 1am so I take my medicine,
White pill, blue pill, orange one, 25 drops
Bitter lips, thirsty mouth.
Lights turn off and I get between soft, silk sheets.
Heavy breathing, salty skin.
It's 02:07 as i scream for help,
Silent whispers of confusion as I realize it isn't real.
It's 02:40 I've got fire in my belly and ice in my chest.
Olive-green emptiness in my ****** eyes,
Close them tight
As I pour and shatter.
Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 10:10 PM UTC
Will of the world
Freedom for all
God given right. To **** Them all.
Now we go
It's time to fall
Right out of line
It's time to go
We go
Round and round on the circle
Live by and die
For what
This force
Drives home
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Music box ticks out a song
Then stops
Wind it back up
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Just like
The lamb
I came
Blind and mute to the slaughter
The same
The same way
As it goes
It's just the same
There is
No longer hope
Round and round on the circle
We live and die
For what
This force
Drives home
Pouring my
Iron down into the mold
It glows
Across my face
My hands
They quake
And as it sets
I can start to see
My
Face
Round and round on the circle
I watch them go
Living to die
By the hand
Of a force
Bringing them home
And it's not much of
A strech
Ive come to second guess
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The music box shatters
Deep inside me something feels chains crawling all along its back.
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 4:57 AM UTC
*Lavenders Awake,
Marigolds Strech Their New Leaves,
The Withered Rose Grins*
Feb 6, 2013
Feb 6, 2013 at 8:46 AM UTC
*My King
another minute away
I don't think I can stand
another moment, another day
all the emotions from missing you
will pile up and drown me away
You are everything to me
I just need you to see
I need you to come to me
my arms are open
I am lost
and I am home sick
you are my heart
and I can't breath
I am in a cage
and your the key
baby won't you come rescue me?
and never part from me again?
just like you said?
my love can strech miles to reach you
but the absence of your touch remains
and even though everyday I know your mine
I need your arms to keep me warm
I need you right here by my side <3
Your Angel*
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 10:15 AM UTC
In the vastness of my space
I write messages in the bathroom mirror
I adress them to myself
Hoping the next day
There will be something
To comfort me
in the warm mist,in the breath
but the next day there is no message for me
like my finger never touched the mirror
I strech my mind
in my houses square metres
living room,kitchen,bedroom
searching the least lonely one
I sit at the couch
thinking of people who could sit there
but the hot tea in my mug
Cant warm my heart
as it exits my eyes transformed in tears
Feb 16, 2025
Feb 16, 2025 at 3:33 PM UTC
Kp why oh why me
Haven't I had enough ?
Misunderstood in laguage
Stutter much?
Only last year could I look others in the eyes
But not so much with age
Making excuses and lies
It lies on my skin
Like you
Ridged and red it had been
I like my friends I do
But it's not like they'll ever ask again
The wounds too deep
Too visible
Crawling across my skin
Help is often oh so reliable
If only I knew where to begin
Peal it back and the brighter it gets
The harder it is the defend
Against these thoughts it fits
That my insecurities are so ever viable
When they strech across me
Kp why oh why me
Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 11:08 PM UTC
Pillows take form
And feel of clouds
And welcome moon
And stars
Before my closing eyes
Your ghost begins
Its dance
My hands strech out
To dream
And with the last
Dying breath of day
My lips let whisper soar
I Love You
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 5:04 AM UTC
A willowy passage greeted us
threading a trail through a light wood
high with pine and robust elm trunks.
Frens curled and licked
ankles and shins
leaving damp sheen on boots
carefully avoiding sprawling roots
there as reminders
nature can reclaim the trail
if and when it chooses.
Husks of beach nuts
dark open stars long pilfered of their bounty
littered a strech of eight paces.
She pointed to movement in the undergrowth,
a flick of leaves and scurry of a squirrel.
Taking my hand for balance and warmth
I lead her through the silence
fearing to breathe in case a breath spoiled the tranquility
Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 5:57 PM UTC
Heaven has no Eden
And hell has no flame
Without flowers singing
Or fires dancing
For your name
And my body here
And my heart and spirit
There with you
And I would strech
My soul across
The sun and moon and universe
Just for a wink
Of time
To whisper once again
I Love You
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 5:08 AM UTC
I think all I have to do is strech out my hand you will grab it and never let it go.
I think all I have to do call out your name and you will hear me no matter the distance and land between us.
I think you will always know where to find me, it's a place where only we know.
I think if I gave you my heart, it never stop beating with yours.
Don't worry though.
I'm pretty sure it's all in my head.
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 3:42 AM UTC
It was one of those bad days that followed me as my heavy weary eyes fell to slumber. Soon nightmares had wrapped their blanket of fear and doubts around my heart and lungs. My bed turned to a turbulent ocean soaked with tears and silent screams echoing in the lighting streaking between thunderous clouds. I tried to scream back but only silence slithered and slid out of my throat. My sweat collected into thick crimson red puddles and claws reached out and strapped me down farther into the darkness. I knew it was a nightmare but everything was eating away at my senses and no amount of struggle could wake me. Arguments and memories haunting me and dragging away the joy in my heart. My eyes held open as I was forced to watch another dream die as this nightmare unfolded its dark corners.
I would have started crying but I had died with the dream... turned into a ghost to wander aimlessly through its death.
My eyes creaked open but my mind was still lost in the nightmare. My heart beat slow and cold in my chest and pulsed a living numb through my bones and marrow. I had no urge to get out from under the blanket the nightmares had tangled me in. All I wanted to do was let the misery wash over me and drown me... I couldn't even start crying, I just didn't have the will to do anything. I layed there in dark, staring off towards the void... just wanting to be swallowed out of existence.
I start to move subconsciously as my hand reaches blindly for my phone and my fingers strech out across its surface. I'm not aware of what is happening... and then your picture appears in front of my dreary eyes and the words just fall out in a hushed whisper... "i love you.. "
In an instant, the blanket disappears and warmth resurges within my heart. The dream resurrects itself and puts the nightmare in the noose. I press my lips to your picture and repeat the words again... "I love you"
Somedays thats the only thing that can get me through another day
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 7:24 PM UTC
i’ll strech the seconds
and make every moment with you count
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 3:56 PM UTC