"syphoned" poems
Redolent May sings,
lays of perplexing antique,
wooden rose flounders.
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Fungi is in rout,
war of mushrooms is halted,
desolate treescape.
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This is not a game,
the colours rest in spindles,
the flag is in truce.
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Paragon of ice,
tractive glacier, no friction,
chronotropic death.
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Scourged almighty sea,
symphonic ocean blasted,
tranced undertaking.
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Mort, syphoned blood grass,
waving like entrails, flooded,
blood spins, grave now swims.
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Gritty stagnant bole,
refurbished hybernation,
the scent come to play.
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Reminiscent moon,
gather ye, encompassed light,
that we may know life
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 2:56 AM UTC
I'm never trusting anyone again
I'm suing my last for causing me pain
I'm having her arrested for theft
She stole my happiness and left
I'm suing for mis-representation
She lied and left me in this situation
I'm gonna show them my heart
Or just the smithereens
To act as evidence for my hurt
And the many shattered dreams
It's vivid I've been trying
Got traces to prove my endless crying
In addition to embezzlement
Syphoned all my feelings and left me in torment
I want compensation for my wasted time
A new heart, breaking mine was a crime
I need fresh faith, I need to believe
She took my breath so how can I live?
Ain't letting her off the hook in one piece
Everyone'll understand my need for justice
I'm suing on behalf of my fallen soul
I'm suing a nocturnal, a heartless owl
I need compensation for the emptiness
She too should feel the weight of her mess
Unless she decides to return here
And help me clean up the fear
I'm having her arrested for being careless
She lost my heart, I'm being heartless
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 12:12 PM UTC
All beyond reaches of our own
Stretch of sea, land of the deep
In deathly still waves
Carried the weight of prophecy
Circumnavigating ---
Wrecked ship, so as I
Syphoned by the time
Pitch black in heart of sea
In this river of abyss, wake of sorrow
Darkness shrouds our being
Colors of my soul stolen
Fading, further and farther
From my spirit
Drowning into your darkness
As I gaze into abyss
And gaze upon mine
See no reflection
But drowned to your eyes
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 2:57 PM UTC
Sometimes I sit at my desk
and think that MY poetry writes me.
That it bubbles up like rising dirigibles
tweaking my impulses to write.
Verses become effervesce tickles
to launch heartbeats.
Canopies of breath filled with words
get syphoned into heart.
Bristol waves of passions
gracefully float
traveling
from heart to hand with pen.
Dancing Pen to crystal page.
Golden text to readers eyes
and than perhaps a readers hand
who graciously gifts me with sun
and smile.
May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 4:57 PM UTC
pump all of this salt water out of me
it has stained the roof of my mouth and
alters all the tastes and makes it a task to swallow
my mind syphoned its way out of my ear canals today
and spilled all over the boiling concrete
it smelled like brain matter and burning rubber
Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 4:39 PM UTC
Rain washing through my open heart.
Glistening in the breaks and lacerations.
Bloodless drips abolish the memory of pain.
Faculty of mind syphoned, immediate sublimation.
I roam eternity, interstellar dust once more
Jul 18, 2019
Jul 18, 2019 at 1:10 PM UTC
i don't know where to start
im so far from enlightened
my mind was fright, my energy syphoned
by a energy less than excitement
but my heart is lightened
you were the alarm that woke my subconscious
that was weary from fighting with sub par reality
and took to a nap
your energy like a lightening
it still strikes me
the day broke, shaking my dimensions back to hiding
I wasn't lucid dreaming, this was living
and the heightened sense of reality
something to be rivaled
I wanted to take that night
bottle it up, turn it on to remind me
but it ran to the hearts and souls of everyone around us
this master of positivity energy we manifested
was meant to be shared
I captured a little bit of the positivity to take with me
and share with my reality
now, our energy is daunting
teasing through the waves of internet monotony
exhausting itself to half finished tales of life and reasoning
sleeping only when brought to unity
something about this was meant to be
a love bound by energy
doesn't necessitate a physical bonding
it transverses the planes of reality
coursing through an elated sense of understanding
to reconcile thoughts between the two energies
nothing is left to misunderstanding
when synchronization and harmony and peacefully vibing
I lost my cadence and rhythm
to let go to a flow I don't usually show
because my thoughts are skipping a filter
and finding themselves racing out the gates of my finger tips
change and progress are soon to find us
in a state of mutual harmony
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 6:37 PM UTC
I think sadness is beautiful because
I see this life I carried without the buzz.
I certainly drank a lot bringing death quicker,
But I couldn’t help it with this arsenal of liquor.
As a kid that smoked too much cigarettes,
And read enough Vonnegut, as much as he gets,
He felt happiness for too long and forgot what
It’s like to feel like **** Chasing a girl’s ****
Sinking himself into the sea of delirium
And avarice, his life isn’t far from our requiem.
Without divine servitude, our lives are free. Yet,
We are shackled by the fortitude of my creative debt.
It’s they we should blame, those that beat our brains
With damaging dictions, leaving our souls with stains
That can’t be washed away even with medical bleach
That doctors syphoned into my body, as far as they reach.
I am feeling anger, which will be soothed by my impending
Sadness; the finale of my emotional vicissitudes. It’s ending,
But not until I remind you that we can only feel happiness
When we allow our decaying bodies to sometimes accept sadness.
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 4:56 AM UTC
It isn't shown in bending steel
it isn't knowing why it bends.
It's not found in the knowledge of
and it's not even knowing when.
It can't be earned through slashing rage
or syphoned from all that it rends.
It's secret slightly hinted at
in the humming song that it sends
and one day when the heat is gone
and you hurl it end over end
that's when its balance strikes your soul
its mirrored gleam, your strength is kenned
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 2:17 AM UTC