"tenseness" poems
The pain.
The agony.
The tenseness of your body.
The rage.
Everything inside is burning.
Everything raging inside.
Everything out of control.
Everything inside is chaos.
Your body is mad.
Your body is crazy.
Your body is weak.
Your body is terrified.
To cry alone.
To lay alone.
To pray alone.
To die alone.
Rage going crazy.
Rage is on fire.
Rage is mad.
Rage is taking over.
Bliss is sweet.
Bliss is perfect.
Bliss is rare.
Bliss is fleeting.
Fear is hateful.
Fear is terrible.
Fear is common.
Fear is there.
Weakness taking over.
Weakness fighting for you.
Weakness dying inside you.
Weakness is you.
Fighting inside consumes you.
Fighting outside loathes you.
Fighting everywhere reaps you.
Fighting is you.
Failure isn't an option.
Failure is a path.
Failure is in us all.
Failure is imminent.
Leadership is in us all.
Leadership is dangerous.
Leadership is for a good soul.
Leadership isn't meant for all.
Goodness is a great thing.
Goodness is an uncommon thing.
Goodness is hard to find.
Goodness is easy to make.
Brokenness is my thing.
Brokenness makes you stronger.
Brokenness builds you up.
Brokenness defines us all.
Happiness is so amazing.
Happiness makes us better.
Happiness makes us wake up.
Happiness is all we need.
Love is a wondrous being.
Love is only a rarity.
Love will fill your soul with goodness.
Love can make the worst the best.
For us all we shall be happy.
We will all be respectful.
We will all be happy.
We will all fail.
The key is to accept some defeats.
The key is to be all you can be.
The key is to disperse from bad.
The key is to embrace the greatness.
Nov 22, 2012
Nov 22, 2012 at 9:35 AM UTC
I’ve ordered and carried my steaming cup of brown to my table to ignore the falling snow beyond the walls of this box.
My clothes are wrong, my hair as well.
I just cut it, and everyone knows which mistakes I made.
A man sneezes and the song changes.
Better not make eye contact with anyone; I am not in their league, here at the muddy spoon cafe.
Chewing so loudly in the de-creeping silence,
these safe, polite, quiet ones.
I am the creep here. I am different.
My thighs are tense.
Hunching over the paper, arms tense and clutching a gnarled red pen--
It’s probably self-indulgent to even sign my name.
Someone’s shuffling cards.
I almost forgot.
The awkwardness I’m filled with breathes out a short sigh when I realize
--my part’s over.
“Do you know Sanskrit? Do you know what that is?”
A woman asks another.
I want to choke on the pretension
The tenseness, I adjust my leg to relieve pressure on my ankle.
Why can’t I just enjoy the snow? That’s all I really came here for-- well, and the coffee.
I hear a woman cough with an unaffected tenor, which would convey her gender to an interested party but to me carries no intonation.
I wonder if the girl I recognize from class thinks I’m following her.
I came here for coffee, sweetheart!
Is it yet too hot for me to dare a drink?
I can see it, the steam, rising out of the corner of my eye.
I haven’t looked away from my hand in twenty minutes.
“Who am I?” they may be asking myself for me.
I don’t have a clue.
They can think about that problem
for themselves
while they’re lonely
in their forties.
I’m lonely now and I hope not to live
that long.
Here, we pretend not to see each other’s faces
in the gleaming presence of steaming cups.
“I don’t want to wonder about that.”
I realize there’s nothing I even deem worth writing down.
Feb 5, 2012
Feb 5, 2012 at 4:13 AM UTC
Nothing but the truth, is to be expected
You haven't sensed the silence like I've felt it
The moment's gone
But we still hold on
Leaving our efforts ineffective
Defenseless
We managed to ignore all this tenseness
And i stressed it...
This event; we promised we wouldn't mention
On the battlefield alone
Though, haven't you learned your lesson?
Afraid to let go
The memories resting so deep in our souls
Sometimes, sometimes
All that's left is goodbye.
Feb 4, 2012
Feb 4, 2012 at 9:31 AM UTC
My eyes only focus on surroundings, though you’re ten inches away
Looking into my eyes, I can’t focus.
My speech is fumbled. It takes forever. Can you see? Waiting. You’re looking at me as my body is filling with concrete.
My thoughts are unclear,
Hide the tenseness with laughter. It okay if there is laughter.
I can see myself where I want to be free.
I am wrapped in plastic, under my skin, tightening against my flesh.
I don’t feel my heartbeat,
I don’t feel myself breathing. I feel my joints, I feel myself reacting to connect. I will do anything to get out of this never ending emotional chamber.
I want to know you,
I know you are talking to me. I don’t know where my soul is. It feels trapped in my bloodstream, locked in my fingernails.
An apathetic wave hits my entire body, the undertow pulls me and I can only feel my ears filling with mumbled conversation.
Paralyzed by my imagination. My reality has pushed me out of my well being.
Two boxes of doughnuts and cake at the office. Deprived meaning
My thoughts are unclear,
Hide the tenseness with laughter, its how you’re free.
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 6:25 PM UTC
I keep waiting for a punchline to a joke told before I was born
When everyone had their own problems.
Some of them I inherited
But not happily
I can hear echoes even now, the build up, the relaxed but uneasy tenseness before the drop of the curtain, the reveal.....
And then,
nothing.
Crickets.
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 9:46 PM UTC
Eleanor stepped from the rear platform of the caboose as they were sidelined to let a freight
Pass she mused how she loved freight trains how romantic they were the gust of night air from the
Passing train that and the sound the train made was intoxicating she too was a piece of heaven she only
Had a blanket wrapped around her body just above her breast her blonde hair was wet it had deep
Comb lines she presented the highest qualities of womanhood freshness innocence a wild freedom a
Tenderness her face expressed a look of longing a yearning the call that commanded wonder she picked
Up the natural richness from the golden sunset as they traveled west the silver stream that was wide in
The river they ran alongside for many miles this night it had been her bathing pool bemusement and
Wistfulness came from her eyes and played on her face there to was a sadness a mystery that spoke of
Pain she was travelling with a music troupe on the cheap she stated to stroll in the dark up the length of
The train first she encountered the only Spanish man in the group he was setting with his back against
The train on the rail at first quiet and thoughtful was his tune you visualized walking down the dark quiet
Street of a Spanish village then he increased with a fastness you could hear Olay the scene quickly
Changed to the famed bull fight in the great arena he played slow and softly making you feel the
Tenseness as the great Matador faced the great beast the first pass was letter perfect the grace the cape
Moved in a half circle then he spoke Toro the bull charged but in the blink of an eye the Matador saw
The bull turn his head with those massive horns it caught him in the side and then the terror of a human
Doll being tossed and stomped the cadence of the guitar told it all the day would go to the bull glory and
Honor would go to the dead Matador she continued to walk as the guitar sound faded only to be picked
Up by the sound of a rich trumpet it pierced the sweet night the distant pine seemed to sway in
Appreciation the lone Coyote not to be out done howled his plaintive cry to the magnetic moon the
Expanse of the dark southwest night was the fulfilling and telling of the tale many ghost rose that night
Native American people always on the move in their nomadic way the wild mustang were real they
Stood grazing in the lush grass just across the river Eleanor with her rich creamy skin seemed as a dream
Passing between them made perfection call out from a night train
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 3:41 PM UTC
Occasionally, I seek Sanctuary
In a place where the Life Force glows.
No rush, no clock faces; with time just a gentle flow in space,
Time to nurture, heal and grow,
In a place where the Life Force glows.
Occasionally, I seek Sanctuary
In a place where I lose my ego.
Listening to make my body loose,
Releasing feelings, space for growth,
Uncoiling my body and energising my core,
Brings awareness to tenseness that serves me no more.
In a community, I seek Sanctuary
Where gentle open people flow,
Authentic, selfless, caring folk with hearts as precious as gold.
Shaking off trauma and sharing universal truths,
Clearing our monkey brains ancestoral wounds.
Vibrationally protected. And intensely connected.
In a place where the Life Force glows.
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 1:38 PM UTC
the vibe became unmanageable
I had to step outside
and when my tenseness was
met with motherly dark
the shouting became
muffled whispers
oh, beautiful night
you know not of
vanity or pride
or senseless need
to assert
intelligence
you just are,
as you have been:
immensely more
profound, than
all that we have been
or will do
it's as simple as that
I take a drag of
my cigarette & smoke
mixes with the
enlightened night air
& the mindless
shouting becomes song
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 1:11 AM UTC
All day I watch the horrors of modern life come screaming in on four wheels with lights flashing
“Code Blue, ER, Room 6!”
“Code Blue, ER, Room 6!”
I drive home exhausted
Spacing out to familiar tunes as the wind blows my hair away from my face
Letting the emotional baggage of the work day slip out the window into the night air
But still
That tenseness in the shoulders remains.
Then I walk in the door
And two pairs of eyes
Both the same shade of rusty brown
And two smiles
One toothless
The other filled with perfect shining white teeth
Both glowing with love
Greet me.
This is who I do it for.
I kiss one chubby little cheek
I kiss one set of waiting lips
And my shoulders relax.
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 8:38 PM UTC
Quick pace across the room
Worry spreads angry lines from eye to eye
Jaw tight, eyes intense, hands clenched
Like a lioness about to unleash furry
Heartfelt pain from times before, nonexistent
Swept by the strongest of tides, absorbed by love
Distantly follows via lines on a page, words scattered
Like a grenade, explosive, unheeded yet written
Reasons of physical tenseness are valid
A portion of life is falling to the ground
Yet life finds a strong one, as a Tulip Tree
Roots spreading deep watered by love
Breathe child rest in the unfailing arms
Concerns are known by the Maker of Heaven
For times such as this you were born
Like a flower midst a tramped battle field
Grow unmoving through storms and fear
Changing times and shaken souls you heed not
Like a house build the very foundation of the earth
Shall your soul be upon the Father’s Word
Apr 8, 2011
Apr 8, 2011 at 4:59 PM UTC
if i meant nothing to you the w
indows are not my friends and
the wind hits me my response i
s always 'ow! so who was i to
begin with? broken, disgusted
with this man made tragedy c
alled * l i f e * and who was i to
begin with? holden caulfield or
dead, perhaps, or said as you s
peak of me in past tense and i
speak of you with tenseness of
the neuron you are always smi
ling in my mind and you are al
ways smiling for someone else a
nd you never cry for me and as y
ou fade in the physical you becom
e the ghost inside of me haunting
every waking moment and dream
s. and dreams, for godsakes, drea
ms. i was never your other half bu
t you were mine - and i am looking o
utwards for solutions because the insi
de has been lampooned scorched eart
h history no longer eats me alive, you
are not dead - but you are not alive i
nside my head - you simply gaze and
smile and i know that smile is not for
me - he thrusts his throbbing **** ba
ck inside and you forget me with ever
y heaving breath and every successful
****** - i map the categories of a boo
kstore and the crevasses of my mind on
ly to find you with every corner turned
and every door i open.
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 1:41 AM UTC
we sit; we wait
for one of us to break
this silence in the midst
of our chatter filled fits
this may sound outragious
but our feelings are contagious
and we are stuck going over
every dirt covered bolder
known as an obstacle of travel
we talk; we take
every breath we make
seems to cause tenseness
in our teenage census
words collapsed with desire
like an anaerobic fire
just waiting for some replies
on why our hearts seem to cry-out for a touch
for a feeling we want to clutch
and our minds no longer repent
for free the souls of the innocent
Mar 18, 2010
Mar 18, 2010 at 5:31 PM UTC
the world fits most easily in rain between
the close thighs of light
eking just slenderly
one ephemeral rill of ****
penetrating
to eagerly spill
dawn.
(the though world
in rain fits just
in just the loose tenseness
of muscle unbounding
from bone, wide
)with
a sliver
of
neat
ssenlriG
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 3:29 AM UTC
I stook in naked thought
Beneath the waterfall spout,
With the quiet roar
Cascading over my ears,
And the hot water
Massaging the tenseness
Away from my deep thoughts,
When one swam to the front
About Three Parent Babies.
The procedure is reproduceable,
And the bio-ethics is someone else's concern
Who knows more than me.
I am concerned about the
33% better chance we have
To ****** the kid
Before age thirteen.
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 12:18 PM UTC
feet–dance–bounty–when–it–is
your–engine–that–sings–nondescript
music–shadows–left–wrung–out–of
drunk–in–dense–marshes–of–life;
your–gyrations–foretell–my–weight
as–in–the–home–of–verses—
strophe–by–strophe–endless–is–its
undulation–stamping—imaginations
two–fold–in–flounder—
it—is–like–you–are–deep–in–the–grass
and–the–wind–slurs–summer's–penitence.
with–your–eyes–purely–the–tenseness
of–days–like–dance–and–stillness
meeting–at–the–edge–of–silence.
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 10:21 AM UTC
the memory is foggy, but it’s there
I used to think I had dreamt it;
his hands on my shaking body, his breath that smelled of alcohol
the images were so distant that they almost felt unreal
my therapist used to ask me if I was sure it really happened
and to be fair, I wasn’t
but why would a ten year old imagine something so twisted?
and why would the thought of my own dreams make my stomach sick?
I spent years wondering what really happened
and I finally know it was real
because whenever I replay the events I remember
I am back
I can feel the cold air on my skin and the tenseness in my muscles
his voice telling me to come closer
his hands on my shaking body, his breath that smells of alcohol
my dreams have never made me feel this way
Feb 2, 2017
Feb 2, 2017 at 10:18 PM UTC
Can you feel them?
The thoughts in my head?
Some where between then and there.
I lost it.
That feeling of ease.
This tenseness is tearing me apart.
Do know my secrets?
Have you figured it out?
My feelings for you are
No longer just self doubt
And then I look into your eyes.
And I see.
You know. You’ve caught the glances.
Those looks that have lingered to long.
And I know.
That the lightness is gone,
In its place, is this terrible Apprehension.
This feeling I can’t comprehend.
These Long silences,
That stretch forever.
The words stifled by my unease.
Only broken by our parting.
I see the relief on your face,
Glad that the awkwardness is gone.
But that awkwardness is controlling my life.
My heart is lost in the quiet,
Till nothing is left,
But mere static of what we were.
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 8:53 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Excuse the tenseness in me,
Your just not the one that understands,
That I could be a better man than
He ever was,
Appalled at your love, it's a drug,
And I'm ready for it,
Have to get along with the man from above,
So that he could bless us,
For this engagement,
I'm so lucky, I'm so lucky baby,
To stare into a pair of eyes like yours,
I'm happy that I could get the chance to explore what ever wonders you have,
Watching the doves cry with these situations,
Writing love notes to you was my occupation,
All the times of being laughed at and misused,
Sometimes I wish I had a fully automatic gun that I could use,
But to you,
I was just someone you loved, nothing more,
No telling what would happen if I walked out of this door,
No spoilers,
No happiness,
No fun,
No clarity,
I'm done.
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 12:30 AM UTC
Can you feel them?
The thoughts in my head?
Some where between then and there.
I lost it.
That feeling of ease.
This tenseness is tearing me apart.
Do know my secrets?
Have you figured it out?
My feelings for you are
No longer just self doubt
And then I look into your eyes.
And I see.
You know. You’ve caught the glances.
Those looks that have lingered to long.
And I know.
That the lightness is gone,
In its place, is this terrible Apprehension.
This feeling I can’t comprehend.
These Long silences,
That stretch forever.
The words stifled by my unease.
Only broken by our parting.
I see the relief on your face,
Glad that the awkwardness is gone.
But that awkwardness is controlling my life.
My heart is lost in the quiet,
Till nothing is left,
But mere static of what we were.
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 8:53 PM UTC
(20 minute poetry)
11am
tube is jacked
packed to the rafters
no sound of laughter
only the dismal wails as
we go down the rails
on the trail we have travelled
before.
I'm stood in the aisle
surrounded
by a perch full
of people
a pike load of tenseness
that waits to explode.
jeez
this road keeps on
getting tougher
Why should I suffer it?
why not opt out of it?
But I am bound to it
a dog in the pound to it
gnawing away
as it too
gnaws at me
one day I'll be free of it
if only to sit and spit or
whittle some wood
into pegs.
Legs are giving me
gyp
tripped over the case on the floor
did I give that person what for
ha
she took not a blind bit of notice
and just flew into the seat
I was eying
she being firty years younger than I
I want to cry.
Is a vote no a no vote or a vote to remain,
I leave her with that note
hangin'
Jun 23, 2016
Jun 23, 2016 at 6:37 AM UTC
Maybe I can be the girl you want me to be
If I always get a chance to fall asleep after you so I get a chance to cry and comfort myself if I need to
If you look away long enough for me to sneak a chill pill
If you can accept my tenseness because I'm too afraid to shake in front of you
If you can take me slowly changing, losing my kindness and softness
To cater to your calloused heart
And probably, all of this would still not be enough
Jun 6, 2021
Jun 6, 2021 at 10:57 AM UTC
I feel tenseness in my body
i break my own bones, rip my tendons
burn myself, going to rehab tomorrow
I will miss your subversiveness
and don't understand what occurred
I think you will regret what happened
I do
The smoke curls away from the wreckage
Broken glances of affection.
You loved me once
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 9:50 AM UTC
The girl you saw today
Softly humming a tune
Tapping her fingers upon her desk
Eyes flitting around the room
Crooked yet white smile
With a nose she thinks is too fat
Taking in everything quietly
Wishing she was wearing a hat
Shoulders slightly slumped
From trying to hide the fact
That her feminine chest
Is about as flat as her back
Her hair is short and choppy
She has a tenseness about her
She's uncomfortable with her body
That girl you saw in the hall today
Only wanted to be friends
But being the opposite gender
That puts things to an end
You couldn't be friends with her,
After all she is a she
That girl you saw around today
I can say that was me.
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 12:45 AM UTC
How is it that I feel numbness and such pain all at once?
I feel the tears welling in my eyes but they never break through. I feel the pressure, the weight on my chest but tenseness all over my body. I feel angry, hurt, sad, and nothing all at the same time.
I can't focus on anything, I am debilitated. I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't be.
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 12:06 PM UTC