"trespassed" poems
Light of my life,
The slings and arrows
Of outrageous fortune
Bloom a rose
In the deeps of my heart.
And so I came forth
But could not behold the stars.
The slings and arrows,
They trespassed upon my thoughts.
And I cried that I came
To this great stage of fools,
But it echoed loudly within me
Because I am hollow at the core.
That outward existence which conforms,
This inward life which questions
Confusion now hath made his masterpiece of.
I don't exactly know
What I mean by that,
But I mean it.
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 11:30 PM UTC
In the middle of the night,
we were cold rolling stones
in an empty street.
Our souls bundled up with some sense of permanence
as you walked me home for the last time;
It was home, for the last time.
The darkness of night trespassed my secret shelter,
at the lingering of our embrace.
The first and last warmth
I had felt,
was yours.
Morning would be colder,
I might not feel the same acquaintance with autumn
as I had with you.
I walked with you under trees,
spots of sunlight rested on our skin and clothes;
orange-gold leaves falling
around our bodies, softening the ground,
beneath our feet.
In our innocent nature,
we stood in defeat.
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 11:19 AM UTC
A simmering start-
Unjust behaviour
Or a broken heart.
Angry transformation.
Vindictive ambition.
Infernal condition.
Anguish and trauma.
All incurred.
Trespassed precinct.
Animal Instinct.
The wounded hath
The curse of Wrath.
Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 6:45 AM UTC
yesterday my thoughts lost in the pines
i heard a rustling of leaves crooned
the sunlight sheepishly trespassed between the thick branches
and I stepped forward, and I slipped
then I stood up seeing the hollow
it was left ajar
although undeterred, I was afraid
of uncertainties thrilling my veins
suddenly my body flitted like water roaming in a drainway
my mouth spoke an unknown language
of pain
and ache
unfamiliar faces cherished my appearance
it was vague, not that dim
and they said I was born.
May 17, 2021
May 17, 2021 at 3:46 AM UTC
Closeted. Red.
Corrupt. Abrupt.
Jarring & Tarring.
Obsession. Infatuation.
Sweet confrontation.
Voiced. Unvoiced.
Heat. Discreet.
Prohibited discovery.
Trespassed precinct.
Animal instinct.
Sinful rust.
A burst of Lust.
Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 6:21 AM UTC
i hope you know what i'm feeling right now
i feel invaded
my poems contain the thoughts of my soul
this was the place where i can be myself
but now i know you just read the lines on my palm
traced them with your own pen
and covered my own thoughts
for a moment
this was a place where i can feel safe
where the honest words of my mind
will easily pour out
with no fear of being judged
all lies and pretentiousness washed away
in a short span of time
my walls broke down in this place
this land became the pages of my diary
but it breaks me to know
that you have just drunk in my secrets
picked up the words in your hand
and threw them to the ground
for all to step on
every minute that passes by
makes me crumble even more
because i know
that in the spaces between these seconds
you are stripping me of my skin
baring the forbidden siren of my soul
for your ears to dwell upon
you gave me no choice
but to expose myself
hand you the title of my property
wrapped in a silver envelope
along with the scraped poetry from my own skin
leaving me with nothing else to hang onto
you took the reason why
i still held
so maybe this is a sign for me
to let go
once again
you have managed to lock me back inside a cage
without even knowing
you have once again claimed the only land
where my body and soul
already built a haven of security on
you dug your way into my being
grabbing the only parts of me left
my secrets
and so now
when your eyes try to look into my soul
and read the tattoos carved onto its barrier
you will only see the marks
from the sting of tears in my eyes
because you have trespassed
on my holy land
tore the guard house down
brick by brick
crushing every fragment in the process
leaving me with nothing
but
dust
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 10:54 AM UTC
i know a place where there is no independence,
Opinions are controlled,well as your "character reference".
It is the place where structures are aero dynamic,
Members Believing that it would fly at the time of panic
The Social-Controller, political-hemophilia,
Millions have joined, expanding the mafia.
Polluted the minds of pioneers, --the low iQ'D,
Wise Child inherit your thy truth have been sued
The thoughts of your childhood was buried deep,
Teachings of the interracial grows in this creed.
It was emphasized, first time in my life,
Discrimination was a wound stabbed by a Knife.
I dont' believe, i can boldly state --
Man-made Cult hurted, roam from day to date.
Creed merged State, Politics, and inner feelings,
Was trespassed, influenced with imposed billings.
How come, you tell me that you can't --
Soul search, and start what you want.
It cuts my skin, when worse comes worst,
I'll go for the love, not with the CURSE!
Sep 2, 2010
Sep 2, 2010 at 5:58 AM UTC
there's a secret place i found to keep my fear
to hide my tenderness & be vulnerable --
it's next to the smallest bones in your inner ear
the fluid skin blanket of your swooping neckline
lily-soft & somehow stiff enough to break
open my seed-pod heart
the one i thought no one could pry apart
but with rosebud ******* -- lips --
the figure of biblical magdala takes me
away from a lone satsuma tree raising its
shriveled offering from the crippled earth
on sunday strolls through duckpond parks
kicking cobbled streets of augusta block
or scooping water at me smiling in cutoffs
on a hot hometown riverbank
you came to me on barefeet out of the smoke
& rain silence where i was invisibly sobbing
where heat-lightning waltzed
sneaky-pete over the prairie
& what are you if not a rain -- a zephyr
flowing through stone temple
just as the dry-mouth dog days of summer
brought hell's fire across the southern field
so i've abandoned the hermetic existence
& buried my old dead shell with a
harp song hail glory to the contortionist god
vaulting off the balance beam in the
back of my mind beneath the
rain soaked topsoil of dawn
among the mound palaces
of ants & mourning mud hornets
while the gray shadows of the magpie
dance & writhe on the mosaic faces of
the trespassed lupine forest
& the sun still comes up on time big
gold fluttering like a delusional cicada
over the empty pink street
i'm still fidgeting because
clouds with tails like jellyfish sting
with rooted memories of azaleas but
you kiss away my all my latent
restless gypsy fears & keep the harsh
light dimmed or wrapped in heat-foil
in your front dress pocket & you only
give it back to me in brief drips --
pinches -- wet tongue kisses --
we talk with our eyes as only animals
can our butts in the damp sand
beside the breathless sea where streaked
clouds seem free to finger the horizon
but are cut by the city skyline --
a switchblade
Nov 23, 2016
Nov 23, 2016 at 11:44 AM UTC
We were once better together
When we were madly in love
All we have are broken dreams
Memories of what this once was
At night visit photo reels
Happiness left in the past
I was a citizen of your world
Instead of immigrant trespassed
Toss and turn in twisted torn sheets
Up late because I can
Don't sleep next to eachother
Holding grudges with gentle hands
We used to share same mattress
And blankets as well
Awake to face every morning
No reason to argue or yell
Into memories I retreat
With no success
Sound of your laughter a mocking song
And half-hearted at best
The day we promised to always be
Friends no matter what
Forever lingers on my heart
Perfectly etched with sharp cuts
The way you looked at me stayed different
Tone of your voice when you'd say my name
From touch to your kiss to everything in between
Only blue eyes remained the same
Our soft skin no longer free of marks
Nowhere near as fit
Smiles on rosy cheeks
Naive and unaware of the coming ********
Back then conversation was not forced
Felt comfortable baring our hearts
These days hardly speak to eachother
Were much happier at the start
And darkness fuels nostalgia
Resurfaces in its daily routine
Screaming when exactly and where along the way
Did you start forcing what you mean?
I miss the couple we were
Passion without the pain
When your heart was still golden
I wasn't half-insane
Hours and minutes spent in a hurry
And cigarette packs
Problems that seemed so significant
Give anything to have all of that back
Nov 16, 2020
Nov 16, 2020 at 6:30 PM UTC
the bones of the doors in some parallel worlds,
I take hold and swing but then they fall apart,
to fly toward dimensions I never suspected.
the leaves of the heart where you've never trespassed
fold open just like a mechanical clock,
all gears and cylinders driven by time.
it's too late when the bones disperse,
it's too late when the clocks stop talking-
caught in the wake of something immense.
help me wake up, I’ve been sleeping too long.
help me wake up, we’ve been sold for a song.
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 2:25 PM UTC
Would you call me a criminal if I did something wrong,
you can't blame it for the way I was born.
I trespassed into private property where I'm not allowed,
the police were called which was all that I can endure.
Would you call me a criminal if two police officers had to drive me home,
to get me away from the trouble that might foam.
Would you call me a criminal if I said I went back,
they called the police again,
then I ran on a different track.
I got caught on the way by two police cars,
they put me in the van and drove me to the station behind bars.
Then we got to the station where an officer asked me questions,
but I refused to answer and tolled lies which ended up in ruins.
I am a criminal as I was in trouble with police six times,
the only way I know how to express this is in these words and rhymes.
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 4:57 PM UTC
Centuries far ago
In the African state of Congo
Trespassed by the heartless whites
Civilizing the blacks, against their rights
They invaded them under a false pretence
They shattered humanism’s true essence
Several men decayed, as malnourished
For being skinned in charcoal colour they were punished
The invaders sowed the seeds to racism
It grew larger using euphemism
It all spread like a malicious talk
Darkness bowed when the white flesh would walk
Subjugated with iron chains the slaves marched
With empty stomachs and throats parched
Killed unmercifully if they refused a task
After all, the devil resided behind the white mask
They looted several nations
Leaving behind schools and railway stations
But who would benefit from development of this kind?
In the darkness, hearts had turned blind
Oh, one day back then it all changed
Hearts pumped louder through the ribs that were caged
Unleashing those iron chains they chased;
Till those heartless masters felt disgraced
The dark cloak of slavery burnt to dust
While freedom of sunshine sparkled on all the rust
Each enslaved human fought for what is right
No one could dare to break their might
Blood was shed on both sides
But they didn’t cease their stride
Back then they made them flee
But those racist seeds flew across seas
The darkness never prevails
From one land to another it sails
Only the goodness in one’s soul,
Can take the darkness for a toll!
-Zainab Attari
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 1:22 PM UTC
Path trended and passed
In silence they weep and act
Aisle after aisle a memory sung
Trespassed as eventful melody
Spears of death sink inwards
Body trembles as it fades away
A belong to the bare soiled ground
As the whispers of the wind evaporate
I lost my shoes, my clothes all torn
Blended in moulded formed horns
Knees crashed on the pebbles
I recite my said and unsaid repentance
The bricks, blocks and boxes boast
Rising above the past I long lost
As the heat rise, they make passion
A traction, the subtractions,a surmise
The sunrise once bright disappears
The lens clogged in blurry vision
A bird within flutters and mutters
Drifty as the phone once held slide
Out of reach, out of touch, outer tours
Over sensed danger, the blackened day
Liberated in clear skies,unclouded reforms
The pounded bells echoes lullabies of calm
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 2:37 PM UTC
We are on the "no call" list
Yet, our telephone still rings
We've a sign that says "No Pedlars"
But, there's people selling things
Showing up and disregarding
The sign that we've put there
They won't accept the fact they've trespassed
They really do not care
We get calls from companies
Who aren't allowed to phone
And when we say "we're on the list"
They leave us alone
It last for just two hours
Then they call back again
We start the "No call" salsa
From the beginning once again.
People drive by and they stop
They say our house needs work
They saw it from a mile back
They must think I'm a ****
I figure that their eyesight great
For our problem's not out front
The problem is around the rear
They're just searching on a hunt
Have you ever asked yourself
How do they "fly by night"
For they're all so full of ********
They couldn't muster any height
They tell you that they did some work
For the lady who lived here
But if they're work is so **** durable
Why did it only last a year
They're nothing but cheap hustlers
Who want to rip you off and leave
They're just out to get your money
They practice to decieve
They've never got good papers
To show just where they're from
And when you ask to see them
They hightail it and they run
The honest ones leave me alone
And they do not cross my step
For they read my sign "No Pedlars"
And they leave my place...with pep
They move on to the neighbors
They do not wait around
They don't look inside my windows
They just evacuate my ground
There's salesmen doing driveways
Professionals, these guys ain't
All they want to do is
Cover up my drive with paint
They ask about my eavestroughs
It is blocked, that's why it drips
But, it has a gutter cover
That's help on with plastic clips
They phone me during dinner
And they say, "Hi, my name's Jay"
But they sound as if they're calling
From an office in Bombay
They know that my computer
Has a virus I can't fix
And if I let them in my system
This problem they will nix
They prey on you not knowing
And they catch you unaware
So if you don't know these people
i'd advise you please take care
You can tell them really nicely
Or you can tell them go to hell
But right now, my phone is ringing
It must be Jay upon my cell.
May 28, 2012
May 28, 2012 at 6:27 PM UTC
I trespassed into the woods
following the fragrance of a wildflower.
There was a spring of silence, birds,
and tall trees; silent indeed only
the winds sounded silent,
once I found her, she whispered...
Are you feeling dark and gloomy?
Black and empty as a dusty chalkboard?
Spooky like foggy lights falling along leaves?
Did you paint your walls with
Broken crayons?
Do you remember when we lay beside
each other, bodies warmed by darkness?
A lonely ache knocks. Asks how
far I will go to find you in me.
When everything cloaked in silence?
Wounds will heal as time flies
Call me melancholy
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 5:42 AM UTC
Corrugated tesseracts
Are enlivened under blood gorged membranes
The barrier to a cool coral maze
Of still shoals, the palest pink
Permanent waves folded
Into a frozen tidal sea
And here is the world of worlds
That makes of us, ourselves
A dimension that can't be trespassed against
Where we are always home
Inside spider woven neurons
That talk only to each other
Or to god
They relay their subsonic messages
In penumbral patterns
Translated into dismembered tongues
And ancient relays of concordance
Telegraphing farthest emotion
Into clairvoyant flesh.
Nov 1, 2010
Nov 1, 2010 at 3:21 PM UTC
Dear Sister,
Not Jessica, never Jessica
because we were never on a first name basis.
It was always so much more,
Sister.
My wonderful sister,
you have been my mother, my guide,
my friend, my crying shoulder, my rock,
my humor, my support. You have been
everything.
My sister.
And my only regret is that I can't be more,
I'm sorry.
Oh, Sister,
how I look back on our memories with such fondness.
The laughs we shared, the wonderful books,
and mind-blowing smoke.
The long talks about philosophy and politics.
We have always been ahead in those regards,
haven't we?
My lovely sister,
you took my hand when I was lost, when life
had become too much for me,
and showed me the path. You set me up
to become who I am, and who I will be.
I know you are proud.
You helped me discover what was important,
guided my moral compass when I trespassed,
taught me to love.
You made me see
things I never would have alone,
and consider ideas that the general public
frown upon. We've always been ahead.
Oh, Sister. My Sister.
May you live on
forever.
In my heart, and through me,
in the hearts of others who know not of
your presence,
dear sister.
Jan 18, 2014
Jan 18, 2014 at 8:31 PM UTC
A bird in hand
And two in the bush.
No bar, no band
To where you push.
Selfish hoard-
An overload.
Brick by brick
The old trick.
Trespassed precinct.
Animal instinct.
Perpetual feed.
An oceanic greed.
Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 6:42 AM UTC
He showed himself today;
A trespasser on the land where leaves reign.
The morning sun proved his Achilles heel,
In the space where my inner soul
And the outside world collide.
“I can see you.”
The words are a dance -
Hot chocolate and cotton-candy,
Swirling sluggishly together in sweet adoration;
He melts at the exposure.
And at the tip of her engine roaring lips
Heat divulged his truth, young and bare –
The David fighting the Goliath air.
Surrender your almond sun skin and
Forfeit the strawberries in your hair.
He feasts and diminishes,
With no appreciation for the warmth,
But coal coated shame burning into ash
As bloodied juices dangle in anguish.
The calendar vigorously holds deep, intrepid letters:
“Beyond the Autumn lines, Winter quivers with fear.”
Sealed lips savor their secret:
Winter just trespassed here.
Feb 28, 2011
Feb 28, 2011 at 11:57 AM UTC
A binge-like fire
Of heights and higher.
An edge achieved
from probable deceit.
A craze of sorts;
Felt and dealt.
Many rose.
Many knelt.
Trespassed precinct.
Animal Instinct.
Hard to hide.
A ride of Pride.
Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 6:36 AM UTC
last night you trespassed my dreams once again
it wasn’t your typical lovesick reverie of an infatuated young girl
of stargazing or romantic beach strolls
hand-holding or eskimo kisses
it was honest and simple and unconventional
and to anyone else it would’ve seemed far from memorable
for people tend to escape from reality at dusk
but that ordinary reality was okay with me in a dream
because it was an ordinary reality with you
and thats what made it special
but then, upon realising that, i woke up more despondent that i had fallen asleep.
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 1:51 PM UTC
He felt like home
The other half of my soul
My heart has always been homeless
I held a nomad's heart
Unable to take part
In settling for a love that was fruitless
Yet with him, time stood still
Leaving my fate unfulfilled
With him, I found no need to wander
Because of him, I stayed
He consumed more of my days
In him, I found safety and comfort
Then one day I realized
I became spoiled with vice
For I was a vagabond who stayed
What use are my wings
If I am not exploring
My heart was simply led astray
As though I was caught under glass
Because I had trespassed
In a home that was not meant for me
He felt like home
When I did not have my own
I was not looking for one initially
I explored love's territory
Leaving my own love's story
As I resume my journey again
There are times I still wonder
On those days of endless ponder
If I had made the right choice in the end
Apr 18, 2019
Apr 18, 2019 at 11:30 PM UTC
Once I noticed a great writer, and he had no comments.
To remedy this occluded justice,
I left a colorful comment upon one of his best.
Immediately a scathing message appeared from him,
Though he had never messaged me before;
I had an instant moment of understanding
Of why he had no comments; it was just too obvious
For my childlike mind to have avoided the trap.
A few more condescending messages,
And I deleted the comment; nothing more needed saying.
I had trespassed on hallowed ground,
I had merely to retrace my steps
And all should be forgiven.
I intruded upon your life, which I could never really see,
Through a series of locks and channels
It remained invisible to me.
And again I invaded privacy, caused consternation.
Compliant, I withdrew all my excursions to your door
And with an effort, I mitigated any unhappy
Emotions remaining there.
I do this to spare everyone more pain.
But it comes at a price.
Did you ever wonder how all the people
Who go to the grocery store on Sunday mornings
Could have such well-defined niche lives?
They think they are defined by what they do,
By a synthetic order that's tacked over the hours of freedom.
There is an affliction, in which every single hour
Must be made to account for itself.
But what if they woke up some day
Before the grocery shopping was done,
Would they feel they had missed out on something
Inestimable and uncommon; worth sleeping in for-
And replaced it merely with something
Utilitarian and predictable?
Be careful what you trade your Sunday mornings for.
Jul 25, 2010
Jul 25, 2010 at 6:20 AM UTC
I woke up crying last night.
I'm no longer safe.
I fear the one place that used to be my haven, no longer carries the comfort that my subconscious mind seeks throughout the day.
I used to be able to slip into the darkness and be covered by its blanket of serenity.
But I'm no longer safe….
You followed me into the dark with intentions so ill.
You ripped off the clothes that it provided my soul with and took great pleasure in staring at my ******
You mocked my vulnerability and laughed at my sensitivity.
My head swung down in shame, and my brain spun with confusion
This was my safe place and you trespassed it.
You really never knew your limits...
I felt a hot tear sting my cheek and watched it glisten as it hit the floor in slow motion
I wiped it with my foot quickly so you wouldn't see, but it was too late
You used it as ammunition, fuel to keep your wicked ways running.
You brought back memories that I stored so far back in my brain, memories that I never wanted to relive.
You engraved them in the palms of my hands, using my blood as ink.
You whispered them in my ears with a haunting laugh.
I stood there.. paralyzed, unable to fend for myself.
My body finally felt movement as I dropped to my knees in defeat
You won and you knew it.
I laid there in the dark.
Drowning in a puddle of my own luke warm tears.
My hair was soaked and my eyes burned.
There was no more happy, none. I couldn't stop the tears from coming…
I heard your footsteps as you finally started walking towards the exit.
The click clack sound of the heels of your shoes scraping the ground made my insides churn.
When they stopped, I knew you had reached the door.
With one hand on the door **** you turned around and shouted at me,
Actually, more like a hiss.
You told me that you'd be back.
You said that every time that I closed my fatigued eyes, you'd be there waiting for me.
Then there was a slam. One with such conviction, a slam unlike one that I'd ever heard before.
My tears slowed down because you were gone, but they certainly did not stop.
I suddenly felt myself clenching bed sheets, and cold air flooded my nose.
I let go abruptly and gasped, wanting more of that precious fresh air.
My face was raw from tears and my pillow was drenched.
I can't hide in the night anymore.
I woke up crying tonight..
My dreams are no longer safe…
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 11:51 PM UTC