"teathered" poems
There was a time when you and I
were impossibly tied to one another,
when we reached the ends of our ropes
we had no place to go but each other.
Years of the world trying to pull us apart
had only made us more tightly bound,
but when it came time for us to part
there was no way we could be unwound.
The problem with knots is when they get too tight
and you no longer want them teathered,
you're left with a single heartbreaking choice:
one end needs to be severed.
A rope that's cut will lose its strength
and the ends will begin to fray,
so one would expect it to loosen in time
until it finally falls away,
but even though my end was cut
the day we were torn apart,
the piece of me that remained tied to you
became the chains that still bind my heart.
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 11:14 PM UTC
The world has lost its way
Addicted to lust and ****
***** and floored
Swathed by cyborg technology!!!
Lost themselves
Made bionic feelings
Of false self help
Their ways of living
And no room for laughing!!!
Their trusses are teathered
Demons with feathers
Using planes for war
Buying hypnotic's on shore
Spending money for hypnotic's
*** trade of the ******
Average being
Turned psychotic
As the hospitals are bashed with junkies
For tis,
Yes
The devil's quite spunky
Thy mind is all funky
Thine cars thou hast made roomies
As thou forgot thy wife and beau
Thou hast ruined mine view
Put lazors in space
**** babies by race
And romantic's tis
Should I even mention thou?
I chuckle and puke
To thineself I rebuke!!!!
As I seeketh reality,
Tis
Still choking in mine own claret!!!
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 6:47 PM UTC
The Path of the Everlasting leads to nowhere
not here, nor there, but everywhere
between the willows lies a world within a weathered blade
like breeze upon the grass and the morning's milky fade
the light may fade within, but when you leap from down below
the treasures of the teathered beams will shape you as you go
climbing through this wilderness, searching for a test
when this moment truly represents a summer daydream rest
Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 10:45 AM UTC
We immerse ourselves within
simplistic sin
speak unholy rites
to worship again
Our hands clasped
and teathered tightly
we tug & tease
into our temple of flesh.
Screams and chants
fill these halls
unending confessions
scraped into the walls
coming in unison
is our communion
opening wide for our
lustful sacrament.
With prayers offered up
against our sinful second nature
our lips are parting
within salty showers
and union is torn
as our spirits rip apart.
Why, then, is this
"following our hearts?"
070904~5.52p
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 4:13 PM UTC
And in that moment
The world was wrapped around my heart
like a hug
Until the beat
became a hum
That sounded just like our song.
My fingers felt like feathers
at the end of a five foot wing span
that suddenly seemed boundless
as I reached towards forever
and you.
I bent my legs like the rules
to lean into the memories of you
I had promised not to keep.
I only ever wade in them,
It's not safe to go too deep.
My feet hung like dream catchers
Heavy with hope
that they might catch you
wandering the space between my eyelids
and the night sky.
My hands were nomads
tracing the maps on each your palms
trying to remember their way home.
You held worlds like water
and me.
Only ever taking sips
so your thirst stays hungry
while it drips
between fingers spread too wide
from wear.
I found god between your ankles
Shaking like shackles
as I kneeled.
We only spoke in whispers
every broken word was healed.
The world rocked
when you walked away
My arms spread wide
Like a plea to stay.
But your wrists were teathered
to a feathered dream
That wouldn't come true
Unless you left me,
unless I let you.
My eyes were crystal *****
watching you go
in the only way you knew how
over and over
again.
And in that moment,
I was a hurricane in your hands,
I was the ocean at your feet.
But you could only ever wade in me,
It wasn't safe to go to deep.
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC
It just sits there
Out place, in its secret place
tucked down, beneath, within
and that is a fault of my own
I know, I should be but prey
do something much like and about that
before it is ruined, or not
Neglected and broken, rusted
blueprinted and assumed tested
Maybe tomorrow
after work
a job i don't like
It kills me
Flourecent light leaching
Teathered to a short cord
Eyes that wont blink
Watching
As i slowly wilt
So maybe come morning
Ill finaly find time
If i can remember
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 4:58 PM UTC
Teathered by winter's storms love's battles scars....
Beaten by the icy to and fro's
Lost between the do's and don'ts
Teathered
By winter' s ice......
Lost without him by my side.....
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 7:49 PM UTC
Cherish the days when you are a balloon
held thoughtfully in a child's hand
lolloping along but teathered down
Love the days when you are a balloon
flying free
higher and higher
yet the feeling has leashed you
as you float back to earth
Never Fear the day,
when your balloon pops
. . .
just a pinprick can send you crashing down
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 8:14 PM UTC
We are together
Whether for love or lack of loneliness
We might not share forever
But we've accomplished so much
Our times have been teathered
Overcoming obsticals and others
We've both become better
And even weak, carry on
The secrets that separate us
Seem to never keep us apart
Through the war of trust
We continue moving forward
No matter if we stay together
Or day's end are near
The memories we've made, I'll never
Forget you or what we were
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 9:27 AM UTC
I’m stuck to the wall
Stuck to the stool below me
Stuck next to the empty fish tank that’s thinking out loud
The couch is looking for me
But the wall has me in her grasp
I remember my life when I was free
But I don’t long for the sun on my face
nor do I miss the grass between my toes
What I miss is roaming my house freely.
Lurking in the kitchen well past midnight.
Walking into the bathroom just for the hell of it.
Sprawling out on the floor and watching the dust bunnies dance while I blow under the fridge
I miss my life as a free man.
Maybe one day I’ll be home again.
But for now, I’m shackled to Sheetrock
May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 9:59 PM UTC