"sulken" poems
there is a medium of loneliness
where I find you on sulken days
damp like thin paper
subdued in hues
your eyes run down my paintings
like a oil spill engraved on the face of the universe
morbidly beautiful I cast you on my bewildered
kite
I stare up at you
with shattered eyes
I reach for you like barren agony
and you come down to me
we meet in our empty land
we prance it like skipping heart beats
we cut it open like red meat
while the rest of the world is beneath our feet
we retreat
into forelorn seclusion
the place we loved after all the defeat
and to myself I repeat
and I repeat
how are you so stunning
that you casted my fixed gaze from the stars
brung my world to a standstill and everything
I held onto now falls
when I hear the beckoning of your gazes call
and I know that love though dark and endless
beautiful and agless
exsists after all
Oct 30, 2010
Oct 30, 2010 at 10:42 PM UTC
Screaming goes the midday sun
As voices move and footsteps chatter
Words of promise and love and romance rise
Onto the forest green of the world
Never did her skin match the surface of her crimson heart
Never did her eyes shine nor blind the people of her choosing
Never did her face seem to catch the sulken view of suitors
Nor did her voice capture the attention of the world
The world denied her and she denied the world
Yet her feet painted colours of their very own
Making a masterpiece
A collision
A line-by-line pattern of golden streaks of colours
That kept at their place
Kept where she stood
Aligned perfectly with the rise of the sun and the fall of the moon
According to the ones who saw
According to the ones who knew
And according to the ones who left
Misinterpretation never dignifies the righteousness of a canvas
Nor does it eliminate the mere reason for it’s purpose
A single streak can own much value,
While a collection could just be patterns;
A child’s word can be easily heard
But intertwining it around your mind is much harder.
She glazed her ground with the rainbows of her tips
Her voice not heard but her creations seen
And while an audience of words is not received
The birds of heaven don’t forget.
Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 1:18 PM UTC
Temptress
Enchanted glower of a
stare.
Following an insist
contempt of your content &
less of tests go on to say
morning bells strain on in vain.
Why do you come here
broken bird
blue-sulken, half-hearted
aviator of the dew?
How long must he endure
you?
Swayed from the winds of your brothers &
sisters;
Betrayed none other than by your uncles &
from where they keep
theirs.
Give haste to weeping
Give thanks to conceiving these
wings.
Justified to veer south is
****** not thee
be !
What **
Hold tight!
Pass on the **** light
Cross vex into his sight
Tonight.
For man almost twenty-six
spoke long of the 27 tears :
of the unknown, complex
passionate, loving years
He was waiting
And always
was relaying
this to his
own little
20 Class A
Robin~
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 10:18 AM UTC
Come closer dear Death.
I'm here raw,
bruise is open and lungs are sore.
eyes dilate like a bursting bomb,
as if fear itself fumigates,
combusting, flaring,
seeping inward
without vow
from fumes
to wounds.
I shall row to the ocean
of my regrets,
sulken, and grieving
of the times
wasted
into bins.
To the kisses
I ****** couldn't--
To the hugs
I've chosen not to--
May all be merry
when I'm gone.
and realize
how lone
you shouldn't
be.
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 9:55 PM UTC
I feel like
I always talk about
Music
and all it's beauty
the things it
Creates
but never the moments
that make it all worth it
I feel like I
Never
talk about the people who share my world
and all the amazing moments
that bind us together
So . . . here I go
I may not say I care
But
I know you feel it too when
we just click
and everything falls
into place
our music breathes life
into our sulken eyes
and pulses through
our slowly bleeding veins
and I know you can feel it twining, threading
and weaving itself around our tall straight
bodies forming an invisibly tangible bond and
we know we have created magic
with our fingertips
I know I kept my distance
but I was always just a bit lonely
and now we sit with our backs pressed
against the wall and read each others
poetry silently
we don't need to say a thing
to feel at ease
We keep each other
Safe
no matter what
or who comes inbetween
I am your protector
and you are mine
we pick each other up when we fall
and never say a word
because it's ok to fall sometimes
and if I'm feeling down
you make me laugh till my sides hurt
and there's no one
I'd rather work with
and no one better to reminisce with
No matter our shared history
I will always love you
and cherish the bond we share
even now
you were my best friend once
and though I am no longer your first
I still care and
I still love to hear your stories
even if you're high
and I'll still be the first to jump to your defense
working with you will always be
one of the best things I'll ever do
I hope you'll never forget
the way we clicked
and the music came alive and found
Home in our bones
Though we all must
eventually part ways
I swear I'll never forget your face
the voice we made
and the memories etched
in the lines of my skin
and I hope you
will do the same
just in case
we ever meet
again
some day
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 10:08 PM UTC
Because
With me, I walk blindly forward as my mess is overturned behind me as I sulken dream. To turn round eventually I find all that’s been done, with me left to tidy - to replenish and erase the mess that has already ******* spread rapidly into every corner of my insides. The lights go off when it burns off and the ashes tend to tell of time wasted of thirst and sense of waiting for his return.
I’m then diving into the spiral of aftermath that leaves itself to solve without answers. Heart stretches further and further away from its halves to avoid being engulfed by incoming wave which floods of knowing I would never have you.
And now
the pen I resist from daggering into my wrist so it’s ink can bleed into my insides with mellow wordly turmoil.
- See though, alone I thought I was safe. But those words that dropped out her mouth so unimpeachably illustrated you breaking into me. At that very moment. And unleashing the demons from their cage. I think I feel them gnawing now.
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 5:28 PM UTC
My weary mirror has no fun of late
It's stare is empty, cautious and as dim
As happiness when met in deathly date
What now is me appears into a him,
And he could sadden sad into a smile
In grin of measure wide that his decrease
Within a crept behind the eye of bile
In salt and wound that pains the skin to crease
For each a sullen ridge re-tells a sorrow made
By form as poor as deeply dug it's way
That pleasance birthed with vibrance were to fade
So have us left depressed into decay
What sulken form reflects mine eyes to see
The bitter sight and breathless life of me.
May 1, 2022
May 1, 2022 at 12:38 AM UTC
Let me go then
While the sun sleeps
While the streets remain silent
Before the morning dew forms on the grass
Let me go then
To cut the string between us
To let you live without fear of me
Or rather what might become of me
The street, covered in filth,
Seems so peaceful
But how could it?
How could it, Tonight of all nights?
An old man, sitting on the sidewalk
With eyes sulken-
Recalling fallen friends
I pass him with
Despair and Fear
Fear of what awaits me
The town (still asleep)
Is quiet as I approach
The dock
My Gear, packed and waiting
For me
The Ocean is beautiful
But not as beautiful
As her eyes
hair
ears
Or even toes
She is perfect, and I Love her
But she deserves better
I should push these thoughts
Out of my mind
War
That’s all that should
Be going through it
But how?
How could i have
Left her like that?
All well,
It’s too late now
The Country owns my soul
I should forget about her,
For surly,
She will do the same to me.
~Ronnie
Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 6:20 PM UTC