"tailspin" poems
I miss you in a whirlwind
trails of wind whip my skin
left high and dry
volume in my hair
dust in my eyes
sand in the grit
I miss you in a tailspin
you were just here
tread marks where you been
I miss you in a time capsule
I swallow each mourning
And you loved us into a soapy, bubble
I trusted would never pop
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 1:44 PM UTC
right to the core of a problem
that refuses to be solved,
defying absolution like
time against our wishes
sending the whole **** plane
into a tailspin—
around and around and around
like the whirlwinds of history’s echo
channeled through muffled ears—
nowhere to go, no way to
think your way out of a past
that clings to your back, claws
digging and steadfast, digging
for answers, for resolution—
some kind of ablution,
so the everyday gnawing
may cease to be—might, perhaps
let us be present without
past tense.
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 2:36 AM UTC
Paint each tempered vein
Time for us to begin
Love is dreamt within the pain
Passion in the tailspin
Each word that cuts like knives
Etches in the soul
Never good at holding on
Even worse at letting go
Blank stares grasp onto me
Chilling my very bones
A seashell called love in an endless sea
Senses dulled, skills unhoned
Making up words, wanting something in turn
Promises worth ****
Choices made and choices lost
Perfectly off pitch
Time a constant except in death
A warden to my jail
Looking for a key inside of me
Tired, tried, failed
Peel back this skin, searching in depth
For a reason, crazy or sane
Time to look within myself
Search each tempered vein
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 12:52 PM UTC
Would my words flatter you
or start a tailspin
that ends with you running
in a direction away from my arms?
I hope you would run into them,
my arms.
If my words did flatter you
would you have words
that would turn my cheeks red
as you press your lips against mine?
I imagina they are soft and gentle,
you lips.
If my words didn't flatter you
I would burn them
before you could truly understand
that I want to love you.
I imagine they wouldn't flatter you,
my words.
Apr 18, 2012
Apr 18, 2012 at 11:48 PM UTC
Dear Elizabeth (Part III.)
I know he did you wrong all those years
As you shed over thirty million tears
All he did was wanting to ****
Taking when and whatever he wanted for the chaotic thrill
His mind living in a fantasy violent filled dreamworld
Killing over thirty-eight plus girls
As he beguiled, with a stealthy smile
The jury should’ve decided to send him to exile
Hurting so many women, children and others on the head
With his velvet crowbar, when police were searching for a unknown man named ‘Ted’
The girls he hurt, never got a chance to be mothers
With Molly never wanting to leave your side
Your perpetual love for Ted had eventually died
Lying, constantly stealing and cheating you never once deserved that
Dealing with the perpetual negative crap
You were his Miss Americana
As he was your Heartbreak Prince
Theodore unknowingly beat and broke a lot of limbs
Right under your nose
Going back and fourth with bodies to Taylor Mountain to dispose
He could be quiet but at times act arrogant
Wishing he could be a governor, senator or president
Unexpectedly turning into a brutal madman
He always had a secret love for Diane
In the back of his mind
With other women on the side
Never once broke his ego or pride
You accurately decided to turn him in
Then regretfully went straight for the gin
Turning your life into a three-sixty tailspin
Theodore got what he deserved
With death row he served
It’s been thirty-two years since he’s vanished
Finally feeling loved and cherished
You’re no longer alone and withdrawn
There are no other men like him, thank God
That Theodore finally deserved what he got, getting caught
Over forty years those events are apart of American history
Your life with him is no longer in misery, but a victory
Theodore’s atrocious actions, taught us women to watch out for our loved ones and surroundings
As we go out on fun outings
With new people we just meet
Out in the city street
I’m so sorry went through all of this
He’s now gone into a dark abyss
But you did what you had to do
If I were you, I’d do the exact same thing too
Enjoy life’s greatest pleasures
Getting all the happiness that life gives you,adventures
Jan 7, 2022
Jan 7, 2022 at 11:04 PM UTC
This is the point of no return
The point where the roads no longer converge
The point where endings don’t meet
And the last tear of sacrifice has dripped.
All the path is ablaze
All spin of memories wrought
Photographs and visions burnt
And the birds of darkness have flown across the coast
Swirl and hurl into a tailspin of sins
Flesh is intact but scars won’t heal
It leaves a mark so indelible it cannot be healed
Pains of the past keep repeating
Soul in solitude, now in misery
We walked along this dreaded path
Scathed, restless like streams
By the river, we promised the moon we shall move on
Time said I did, and still I am
Yet alone, yet in vain
For life is but fair
Fair to child’s fragile heart hoping
Fair to every dream candid
Fair to every life not spared
The destiny weeps for my daunting decisions.
I feel sorry for my life.
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 8:43 PM UTC
"FOLLOW ME INTO DARKNESS" HER EYES SAID.
AND IT FELT AS THOUGH MY ANCHORS HAD LIFTED.
"COME AWAY WITH ME" SHE SILENTLY PLEADED.
SO I CAST OFF AND BRAVED THE STORM WITH QUICKENING PACE.
REACHING INTO DARKNESS TRYING TO SMOTHER MY OWN INNER LIGHT, I FEEL THE MONOLITH SWAY.
"THIS COULD BE THE END OF ME" I WHISPER LOOKING UP INTO THE NIGHT SKY.
MY COMPASS NO LONGER POINTS NORTH AS I LOSE MYSELF IN THIS MOMENT.
NOTHING LEFT ASHORE CROSSES MY MIND.
AND I'M LIKE A BLOOD SICKENED BEAST RAVAGING IT'S PREY.
I AM OUTSIDE MYSELF LOOKING DOWN ON THE SCENE UNABLE TO STOP WHAT'S COMING, THE MESSY END AND ALL THE BROKEN PIECES THAT GO WITH IT.
BUILDING MOMENTUM AND FALLING INTO A TAILSPIN I CHOKE BACK MEMORIES OF THE MAN I ONCE WAS, AND STARE.
I STARE INTO THE REELING FACE OF OBLIVION.
I TASTE BLOOD ON THE LIPS OF DEATH.
CLOSE AS I AM TO HER I CANNOT JOIN HER.
I FEEL THE GROWING URGE CREEP IN ON ME AS I HEAR THE GNASHING JAWS OF THE SWEET END POUNDING IN MY EARS.
"WHERE IS MY COMFORT?" I SCREAM WITHIN MY OWN MIND.
HOW WILL I GET BACK ASHORE?
LOST AT SEA I DRIFT BETWEEN WORLDS.
"I CAN'T SAVE YOU NOW." BUT SHE ALREADY KNOWS.
MY TALE FINALLY REACHES ITS ****** AND I AM PULLED BACK FROM THE TOSSING WAKE OF ETERNITY.
AS THE TIDE COMES IN AND LIGHT SHOWS AGAIN I SIT BESIDE THE MONOLITH AND PONDER...
"WHAT HAVE I BECOME?"
Jan 19, 2014
Jan 19, 2014 at 1:51 PM UTC
It is so fitting that its raining today.
These clouds came in on the coattails
of a full moon that I swear
lasted three days too many.
That moon threw my life into some sort of tailspin.
What was up was all of a sudden not where I remembered it to be.
Like the full moon had strung me up by the ankles
and hung me there until I began to believe
the sky had become the ground.
It was like a rogue wave sent from Poseidon himself
to capsize my ship,
to face my world toward the ocean floor.
I honestly don't know where I want to be anymore.
Now today, the sky falls on my face,
like the clouds themselves weep for my indecision.
My ground crashed down around me.
I think I will just lay here on my ocean floor,
for once in my life
I think I just don't care anymore.
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 4:42 PM UTC
Maybe I should be content
Perhaps life was being kind to me
It took everyone away gradually
Instead of in a handful.
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 1:41 PM UTC
The sea slides indifferently.
Waves crash, roll and skiff on,
My heart between the blue crests
That break down in the watered wind.
Lonely is my shy overlook,
The whole sky falls in tailspin,
My love was such a simple thing,
Precious as golden water on the moon.
On the banks I leave my soul
And drift away into balmy voids,
Seagulls circle and the tides return,
My mind is lost atop the sandy shores.
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 10:44 AM UTC
I would crush the guilty like ants under my boot
I would build monuments of their sins and watch evil legacies tailspin
I have had enough of their moral muddling and murderous marauding
No more innocent blood will be shed, not on my world
War will be a fable told to children before bedtime
Those with hate in their hearts would have them forcefully removed
Those that have worked and toiled in pain will be given rest and reparation
Empathy will be the currency most desired and dispensed
I would seat the deserving upon crystal thrones and indulge their hope
I would slit the throats of those that speak violence and scatter their flesh
I have no desire for solace until all have received their karmic doses
Fear is an instrument of weakness, a **** fit for vermin, not my society
I'll make a great scale within my mind and weigh deeds done
Good people deserve more than the flimsy vestiges of past charity
They will see my face and recognize that swift justice is the only solution
They will see an acceptance of death if corruption overtakes my spirit
I would raise the slaves and groom them into kings
I would turn their ancestors’ sweat into red wine and diamond rings
I would lift their chins up to the limitless sky
To infinite empires waiting to be built
This world?
This galaxy?
Ha!
The entire universe will be a reflection of my design
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 7:50 PM UTC
New details have arisen, so much to process.
Right turn at Words, haven't been this lost yet
With anger comes regret, a downhill slope tailspin
Feelings have changed, eyes have been opened.
Madre, I just want you to know your worth.
Your kids cherish you, and we thank you for raising us since birth. Let go of those that engulf you in hurt. It's the worst at first, but the sun stays persistent. You have a light inside you that I'll fight to not see diminshed.
You will rise to heights we've only seen in dreams. I am there with a big hug the next time you close your eyes and breathe.
Despite being separated by a slew of states;
Our bond is beyond worldly, depths reminding me to appreciate.
Pain is temporary, love is eternal
I'll be coming to Virginia through the next wormhole. I'm still learning about taking risks and how to be, but just remember your smiling face is one I love to see.
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 11:45 PM UTC
Lost, refound
Boding a sense of austerity...
That predicted a conscience, of how
The wait and waters, of possibility...
Finish me
My salt's worth, is a heroism to find
The world in a tailspin, a poised anarchy?
That sees the seldom of assurance to mind...
Long and bared
The tooth of passion
Has been lost, somewhere
And a secret with my needs, has an intuition
Berate a friend for slowness...?
A tale of homage and vestige, to count
As another ideal live and let live, of kindness
Has come and gone, to consider a chastity in the round?
Curiosity, is at an all-time high?
Time with a haphazard sign of the times?
Bared elucidation will become our justice for nigh?
Asked by a truer us, the past to few, is but intellects shines?
Until...
A silence is broken by the seizure of occults
Of vice and sigh's of vindication, a bitter pill?
We can spend on moral's, the better purpose without walls
Pittances and pains, patience and poorness
Through an angel's eyes, devil's become a shadow
Of complexity we should know, for a world to guess
A faring sunshine to tell a story about a staring shame, love?
Jun 20, 2022
Jun 20, 2022 at 12:06 AM UTC
chugging
twanging
thumping
snarling -
no drugs needed; the tempo sends me into a tailspin of bliss.
a frightened ear would perceive a dirge but
to the acquainted
it can only be a hymn.
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 3:38 AM UTC
How alone is a coin
Thrown in a vast ocean?
In a tailspin of currents and waves
The coin has been haplessly led
Trembling and spinning restlessly
The coin sinks down to the ocean bed
Paddling its boundaries
The coin screams and yells.
But no one arrives,
No effort seems to help
Sinking deep into the dark, the coin smashes its head
On the rocky ocean bed
The coin wonders, will I rust forever or will I rise
Will I live again or will I lay here forever like dead?
How alone is a coin
Thrown in a vast ocean?
I am that coin.
Alone.
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 11:29 PM UTC
I’m a tightrope walker, strung between
the hedonistic abyss of winter break and
the unforgiving canyon of organic chemistry.
The stack of spring syllabuses are a prophecy whispered
in Latin. The story they tell haunts my dreams - wherein
each biochemical is a monster lurking in the shadows.
“I’m not in a tailspin, that would be unfair,” I tell Lisa, “I’m in a lull.”
“It’s like that awkward time, between a hangover and drinking again.” she laughs.
Sure, I envisage late, week night study grinds, and sleepless
hours, but the price of serious things isn’t trivial - success and hard
work are, unfortunately, yoked together, like Shakespeare’s double shadow.
A tough spring curriculum won’t stop me from
taking 3 or 4 minutes to dance with roomates
when a head-banger like ‘Spiral City’ plays or
enjoying sudden, late night jelly bean melees.
And then there are the spring things that spark joy.
Walking to class on a brilliant spring morning,
with birdsong, a warm sun and fragrant breezes.
Laughs stolen in the back of classes,
gossip and secrets exchanged over
guilty coffee and croissant indulgences.
Skipping through crowded halls, drawing looks
‘cause we’re clapping aggressively to each other, singin’
“You got the swag sauce, she dripping swagu, ooh!”
“Ok,” I think to myself, putting my hair in a ponytail,
“I’m ready for spring semester - bring it on.”
Jan 13, 2024
Jan 13, 2024 at 5:53 AM UTC
As I sit waiting in my lonely castle, gripping onto the parapets, I pray that I can keep myself away from the fringe of reality
And though I am not lost, it still drives me bonkers that I cannot raise myself up as some sort of merciful avatar; some sort of pillar that cannot be driven into a tailspin as gravity falls around it
Yet, I find that I have leverage in this scenario—that my choices do not fall on pale wings supported by goodfeathers
Somehow this calms me and keeps me feeling supported in a world of alphas, and I know that my final words—even if they do not end with me yelling eureka—will have the effectiveness and power of the big bang theory
And I carry on in thought, yearning for some sort of fairy tail that doesn’t need to begin with “once upon a time,” but that can still lead to a grassy meadow where I can my lay my hands on just one firefly
So I pull on the cape that I was given from this King of Queens, ready to chuck myself over the ledge of the tower, fearing that these pocket monsters I carry with me will do nothing to save my fall
And even though I’m mad about you, and even though I feel like I’m stuck somewhere in the middle, I trust that my life will be saved solely on the fact that I am a person of interest to all
For now I see the end and fear the worst, surrounded by freaks and geeks, by a full house in dire need of home improvement
And despite the fact that family matters, I find that I would give it all away to help a lost girl if it meant saving me
In the end I grab the block of black and, with regret, I end it all with the click of a button
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 4:32 PM UTC
Im in a tailspin. Trapped in the push and pull of your moods. Living in a day dream that I've prayed to god would come true. My flights of fancy are too big to contain. The sound of your voice is so intoxicating.
I'm drunk on you. Stuck on you.
You say that you'll call but you won't. You say that you care but you don't. I've talked myself in and out of this mess. But I can't let go. No, not yet. I'm drunk on you.
I understand the position that you're in. The stakes are high love and you might not win. You have every reason to fear But god I just want you here.
I'm drunk on you and all the lines you threw. You say that you'll be here but won't. You say that you know me but don't. You are the sun, moon, and stars to me. Why can't you see? Why don't you see?
I talk myself in and out of this mess but I can't leave now. no not like this. I'm drunk on you.
Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 12:04 PM UTC
Locomotive wing
Has got me in full swing
Seeking bulbs of brightness
And I've no idea why
Yesterday in rays of sun
Now I'm navigating some
Odd moonlight
Peering through the trees
Straight trajectory
Feeds my energy
Until I see a stronger source
Then I'm thrown right off the course
One eye blind
And one wing beating faster
Till I'm almost fully gone
Haywire tailspin, in a song
Of neighbors scorched and burned
I guess we'll never learn
Now I've got my own throne
Helping others find a home
A tiny sliver of power
Amongst these ultraviolet flowers
Now I'm feeling kind of stuck
Reaching for the same old ****
Guess it's just a matter of --
Nov 25, 2011
Nov 25, 2011 at 8:50 PM UTC
I think I'm startin' to get that feelin' again
That sinkin' sensation followed by intense anticipation of the end I feel I'm facin'
The hell my life is based in
Then I meet up with my fear of drownin'
Thoughts not safe havin' come crashin' in
Will I ever learn or is this far beyond teachin' a lesson
Up against my dark passenger, the undisputed, heavyweight champion
And the challenger, in the blue corner noticably panickin'
Just some guy with a crazy look in his eye but no business challengin' his demon
My Hyde side stays undefeated while I've never recorded a win
Bringin' my mental discipline into question
Knowin' my armor's thin
Knowin' I've already taken one to many to the chin
It's constant whisperin' drowns out everythin'
Top tier manipulation allowin' the interjection of it's own spin
On this tailspin my doomed zeppelin always finds itself in
I feel like I should mention, it's not one, it's Legion
Not a friend, it laid claim and became kingpin
I could only watch like I was fifth in a five deep bullpen
No consent given, not even a conversation
Rushed past me like I was a doorman at a Motor Inn
And I stood there silent, broken, incapable of motion
Often thoughts and feelings are left unspoken
Paralyzed with fear, just standin' here like a dollar store mannikin
Behind a display of 151 and Heineken
Made it easy for it to find it's way up under my skin
I hardly even knew what was happenin'
Now I don't know where it ends and I begin
Not sure there's any separation
©2023
Dec 28, 2023
Dec 28, 2023 at 6:31 PM UTC
In a flightless freefall, the heart plummets to the ground. Would a soft landing negate the fact that the heart did in fact fall? Would just a scratch or cut be justifiable?
No.
The pain would still exist.
Some say the bottom does not appear at all. That our hearts just continue to fall until we find another heart to fall with. These two hearts join together and fall in love.
The joy that exists between the two is boundless, unfettered, and infinite. Shooting at the combined love would cause the projectiles to bounce off. Yelling at one heart would cause the other to fight back.
In this state of perpetual falling the two hearts complete one another. The rips and tears of one are filled by the unhurt parts of the other. In this simple union they are perfect.
But time does not allow for immortal love. One heart will choose to float away, falling at a different pace. Falling out of the love it so joyously engulfed at an earlier time.
This sudden uncoupling causes the other heart to tumble in a tailspin. No longer falling in love, but falling into heartbreak.
Where love feels like resting by a safe fireplace, wrapped up in a blanket and sipping on a warm drink. Heartbreak feels like a cold house filled with bitter memories and empty tears.
One might ask; "Is there any everlasting love? Why must the poor heart always be falling in and out of the love it so desperately covets?"
Some do find love eternal. Some do not. For some it is a person who cares for them. Others find purpose in a job or lifestyle.
But those wounds are still present on their heart. The scars never heal. The pain never truly fades.
The heart never ceases to fall down, with gravity pulling it towards the endless void below.
May 9, 2017
May 9, 2017 at 12:52 AM UTC
The unwritten words and unspoken thoughts
Are what threaten to destroy anything I've built
Including all you've had a hand in
It's funny
You know?
The thing that threatens is that which is not allowed physical existence
Philosophy
Filled with me
Thought upon thought like the final piece before
The Jenga Tower falls
Stacked
Backed
I'll take flak for whatever's necessary
I'm terrified
More than I've ever been before
I went to bed, and all I thought of were demons
Staring at me in the bodies of children
But they lacked eyes
Somebody cut my brakes
I'm in a downward tailspin
Don't worry, I'll give in
But hopefully not to what I want
What You want
I'm praying today, tomorrow, and the day after
I might even say the rosary
(I never do)
But I need this.
I need this relationship
Double the meaning
Bring on the bleeding
I'm so scared to die.
And I'm terrified to die to self.
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 6:21 PM UTC