"stupefies" poems
The sky is limitless
With all that flies
Barely covering a speck
Regardless of size.
The sky is limitless
With its tinge of heavenly blue.
It warms me with its broad brilliant sun,
Yet obscures lies as it does what is true.
The sky is limitless
When I gaze into you.
I fall under the spell of your majestic hue
Until everything in the world feels new.
The sky is limitless
To the point where I do not know
Where it starts or where it ends
The sky only bends.
Limitless is my misunderstanding of the sky.
Its soft stillness soporific; it stupefies.
Yes, there is still silence in the sky.
Limitless is the sky.
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 12:22 PM UTC
Poetry is the direct cause of death of boredom.
Spoken words exist to excite the human soul
and to crown artistry with the nectar of wisdom
Poetry has more decibels than the Superbowl.
Poetry is the Ganga of the human soul.
It induces a beautiful feeling that stupefies
and leaves the mind dazed like a drunken fowl,
yet it delivers results that really satisfies.
Poetry flows from the fountain of Wakanda
and permeates the arid soil of Timbuktu.
Poetry is the vault to the treasures of Zamunda,
where Mammy Wata guards the Kane of Mobutu.
Poetry is the language used at the creation.
When earth was young and everything was dark,
The great arbiter called out light and put things in motion.
He used spoken words to tell Noah to build the ark.
Poetry is life and life is in coexistance with poetry.
Before ancient Africa and the pyramid of Egypt,
Poetry was cooked and stored in God's pantry.
Ready for use in the Garden of Eden's script.
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5.24.2019
May 28, 2019
May 28, 2019 at 1:30 AM UTC
I. am. so. pathetic.
I'll look for days we work together
and look forward to it
only to end up
regretting
the fact that we did.
The days I know I'll see you
I'll try to be more pretty
A better version of me.
Only to have you not notice.
How is it possible that...
with one word,
you can ruin my day
week
month
life
with an action,
break my heart?
with a look,
make all cheer disappear?
And at the same time,
How is it possible that...
with a crooked smile,
you make my soul skip?
with a touch,
make my insides flip?
with an invasion in my thoughts,
make me blush?
with the sensation of your voice,
pep me up?
You hurt me
so much
un-intentional or not
you hurt me so much
yet I still
want you so bad
How can it be...
that in all misery,
I long to see
your face?
And at the same time...
want to
punch you
in that very face?
You made me feel special
at one point.
Made me feel wanted
even if
it was only
physically
sexually
you still
made me feel wanted.
And it felt so great
so good
to feel beautiful
but now...
it's horrible
feeling so horrid.
How you can...
toss my emotions
with such finesse
such ease
stuns me.
How I can...
dream, wish, hope
for you to
flirt
touch
tease
me
like you have before
and to do so once more
stupefies me.
You were
You are
my motivation
to impress
and look my
very best.
even if I fail.
Please!
I'm begging
you
at least pretend
you once again
like me
as more than a friend.
I don't care
if you play mind games
mess with my head
as long as
part of that time
I'll be in your arms again.
I hate
this desperation
hormonal infatuation
temptation and frustration
in having this almost-obsession for you.
My mind has changed
Now just go away
I may miss you
but still just
leave.
Because
the pain
of seeing you
all the time
knowing
you'll never be mine
is much worse
than "mixed feelings."
I can longer breathe.
Lift me up
out of love
During the fall
I broke too many bones.
But then again,
you're. as. pathetic. as. me.
because you can't see
how much more happy
you would be
if you let her go
move on.
She was never there.
She was always gone.
This V- romance
is too much
chance.
Let's break off
and
never
ever
get pieced together again.
May 19, 2010
May 19, 2010 at 2:57 AM UTC
When you come home
bring forth a garden, a storm
all the colors of you
a flower petaled rain befalls me
a soaking, sweeping view
from mountains you come
calmly with rain
deep from earth's core
sweet with petrichor
encircling softly warm
attracts me magnetically
stupefies me uncontrollably
though I know the killing hour
will come crushing, empty and forlorn.
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 10:41 AM UTC
Thump Thump
My pulse does speak
Thump Thump
What do I seek
Angelic in my eyes
I begin to realize
I've been ostracized
I verify
To what I identify
Stupefies
My mind
As I try to find
My place
Sometimes I'm disgusted
By my face
Sometimes I cry out
In to space
Sometimes I want to win
The race
Or
Hang my head
In eternal shame
And all the while
Thump thump
My heart feels weak
Thump thump
My pulse does speak
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 10:25 PM UTC
How to have a real **** day -
By Aidan A.
Lets start with face palming your phone onto the floor
Its like what little social life I have
Has just shown me the door.
Lets amplify that
With the fact
That my internet
Is in a state of disconnect,
So the mobile hotspot
Keeps me from internalised rot.
Fast forward to the next morning
When you wake
At half past eight
Assuming that the girl youve been seeing
Will arrive soon instead of being
A few hours late.
You head the **** out because the lack
Of wifi
Slowly stupefies
And then you are told that the LCD is ******* up,
It needs replacing
At a price too high
To justify
So you proceed to purchase
A secondhand mobile,
Unknown to you
That will be the best it gets for awhile.
You contact your sweetheart
But now shes got other things to do
Instead of tentatively spending the day with you
And in your understanding
You can't help but feel a bit ****
So you grab some BK -
This is where it gets metaphorically gay.
(Dont get offended I used it that way.)
Jump into the driver's seat
Realising the ticket hasn't been paid for
And the useless paper bag
That encapsules the takeaway
Is now leaking Coca Cola
All over your car.
Yeehaw. What a ******* great day.
I don't know what else to say.
Don't pity me though
Thats not Aidan A.
I'm on edge cause I've been sober too long
But its better this way.
Besides
I've run out of ***** to give for today.
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 3:33 AM UTC
The angel with the black eyes in the script that I ripped up,
came back to haunt the pens I use.
I thought I knew her well, had undressed and pressed the cartridge ink but now I think,
creation's just a demon that stupefies the mind of men.
So,
now I'm very careful even fearful of my imaginings
djinns and genies mean me harm,
no lamps can light my way.
I cut to the phone and with the lead around my neck
my therapist says,
'go home and have a rest'
he thinks that he knows best but he doesn't know I'm not paying him,
one more genie
one more djinn
the demon eyes me,begins to grin
I'm scoring well
three more points for free entry to hell.
The angel with the black eyes,
I should have given her wings,
sings to me of a mutiny.
The genie laughs
the djinn drinks gin
and heaven is closed
they won't let me in.
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 10:00 PM UTC
Sometimes I look at you
And think What is love?
When you look at me
I feel as though you understand
You don't open the door for me
My eye twitches
And no one notices
What is love?
I wear the loveliest dress I own
Feeling as confident as can be
A glow of radiance upon my face
You tell me I look like a little child
My throat clenches
What is love?
Spent hours upon hours
On a gift for you
Hoping, praying it was enough
You smile
I get nothing in return
I brush it off
What is love?
I look for you in a crowd
Like the naive, foolish toddler
I have come to be
Caught in the waves
Of a sea of misconception
My heart leaps at your sight
My smile, wide as can be
You say I look at you strangely
My brow furrows
What is love?
I expect you to talk to me first
Because I want to feel loved
To believe I am wanted
I am impatient
How long must I linger?
Where I stand
Wallowing in solitude
I talk to you first
My head aches
What is love?
You tell me to wait for you
And I am tense
You ignore my anxiety
I would never ask such a thing of you
I don't want to be waiting
Waiting for someone
And to not live my life
I promise myself to never be so selfish
To ask something
And limit someone I love
A heat rushes across my cheeks
What is love?
I am tired
Drained of something
That I cannot begin to elucidate
Fatigued of justifying my emotions
My heart worn and feeble
Craving somewhat more
I try to describe to you
You make me feel foolish
Your indignant mind stupefies me
My teeth clench
What is love?
It has taken me far too long
To approach full awareness
To open my eyes
And recognize
I have not a clue
On the topic of love
For this is not love
Not even close
I punch a wall
What is love?
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 4:57 PM UTC
So many problematic mysteries lie in my thoughts and troubled mind... In this chaos, I have seemed to lose myself over and over again, searching for a hope that maybe I may return to the self I once did behold in childlike eyes.
Among the mystical dystopia, you appear with your seraphic silhouette, standing between the clouded judgements so permanently engraved. In some august way, you merely push the insecurities aside.. beginning to fill the empty craters with a substantial love I internally crave.
How did a being so exquisite come into my anarchic living and transform the clutter into organization, I can only meander amid the wonders and wonder... I'm returned to an vast euphoria, and it stupefies me.
I am forever indebted, and now eternally curious about the complexity of how someone so foreign quickly became a person I feel strange without.
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 7:38 PM UTC