"turbulance" poems
Draped,
in a long sleeve
shirt,
to cover the evidence
And painting an expression
of contentful bliss
But it is simply an illusion
for the sake of others
Denial the easiest act to employ
Crimson tears stream down
and pool on the floor
A slight shudder
from the sting of the razor’s kiss
Momentary reprieve
from the turbulance in her mind
This pain her only time of joy
But the outside world only sees
the smile on her face
A subtle attempt to make it seem
like nothing’s amiss
Her false expression
of happiness forever a burden to her
Because no one wants a broken toy…
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 10:11 PM UTC
why are you so cute?!
*******
i can't breathe
i used my last
on saying "hi"
and "how are your classes?"
and can i kiss you?
which i swear
i almost said
but *******
do i want to
to feel your hand again
brushing mine by accident
hot ****
i remember that
and oh i can breathe again
to say "bye"
and "see ya around"
hopefully tomorrow
and the day after maybe
hopefully always
i miss you already
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 2:29 AM UTC
It is my legs
My shopping bag
my companion
My float,
The two oars
My extended arms
Parting the water
In my little rowing boat.
We get there eventually
There are complaints on the way
But we ignore those and soldier on
Loweing the drawbridge in the moat.
Tricky I grant you, in your best frock
No man to help, just me, and my pal.
Keep calm, our motto, or we do rock.
Frothy waters jet up our way
Every now and then
It is like the rivers lets rip
Pulls out its cork to say "when"
Turbulance, oh yes, it is a scary time
The boat behaves like it's on the Irish Sea
Stiff talkings to and patience then it is fine.
We sail to the bank oh its a stone throw away
We disembark like a liner on the ocean
I tie it up to the nearest tree
Walk off through the wood in time for tea.
Piling the two carrier bags on board
It is chocs away into the moat
Back to the castle we go, my home,
To rest, me and my little rowing boat.
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 12:06 AM UTC
Cut the forget-me-knots.
Dot the t's and cross your eyes;
My balance is a flight-risk.
I knew swindlers of used expressions,
Their attempts: relentless!:
Plucking and picking at taunt silouettes.
Close calls splintered by tall tales.
I held on by the skin of my teeth.
Swindlers with twisted policies
Racked on the broken back burner.
They got scare tactics
Slipping fast from mal-practice.
We we're born to withstand such turbulance
But just in case- i fasten my seatbelt.
Knees bent and heartfelt,
I render these empty spaces moldable.
Heavy minutes move mountains.
Little boy blue beat the big bad wolf
And balance is always a flight-risk.
(Written 4/12)
Jun 10, 2012
Jun 10, 2012 at 10:06 PM UTC
As plains pass by they leave their Thunder cry's
I feel them with a passion, or its just my heart that's roaring inside for passion.
Passion haha what's that know in days.
For passion to me is love, to care and be cared for. We dont lack it just hide it .
To know that trough turbulance and rain storms a destanation will be reached
A wonderful heart filled with love and joy that roars loud, louder than these plains that go by every 10 minutes, that i thank for making me feel small and insignificant but yet againg so big cause of all of these emotional feeling im overwhelmd with that make me human, i miss these plains.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 8:58 PM UTC
when evil
cast her net
a wild sea of
turbulence and tribulation
fight the swift currents
swims upstream
to spawn
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 8:10 AM UTC
The failings of man confound, as tremors urge seas to crash upon shore. Turbulance follows in your wake. Each wave hurled towards land disrupts the peaceful sands of days passed. Coastlines are forever altered, our innocence lost. As tide and life ebb away, a hope for reprieve surfaces. All that is found are the barren shells that once housed promise of shelter and stability. No more. These hollowed skeletons serve as unspeaking, unmoving reminders until the surf returns. The sands and I feel settled before the undertow rips away our shoddily compacted reserves. There is no escaping this cycle. Our only choices are to forever struggle against turmoil, or submit to uncertain seas.
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 3:14 AM UTC
Yes,there's nothing I love more than turbulance.
The breath taking,
eye widening,
teeth clenching thrill of it all..
And what I love about it most is your face when your legs are spread far apart like newly weds after an ugly divorce,
nevermind the other passengers,
that fine attendant asked if she could join.
I'm known as a Pilot too,so lemme assure you of a safe arrival,
this flight could be waaay better than the peak of most highs,
and can never be spoilt..I never knew a cat that was ever this moist.
Or a fish that never needed water,but I don't eat mine raw,
unless the caviar looks right.
So lemme show you the skies,
soar all planes of *********** and ofcourse I'll open your mind.
You can keep your heart,
what's below your diaphragm is what I want,
only if the diaphragm's motion can be paused from below and above..
Welcome to the Mile High Club.
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 5:25 AM UTC
Holiday cheers, the spirits now here to up the downpit moods! Where swinger's go singers, and companionship is far beyond due!
Stringed up longing, stuffed feathered innocent pleasures where the gravy spells of finer of many dinings!!
Bring good tidings you attitude bringer, you dope sick slinger, thine gun has drawn itself to fast!!!! Parties awake the deadened vines, where ghastly projectors contract the powers of unearthly glass!!!
The world moves to slow!, STOP, look ahead fantasizer, the escalated wheels to fast!!!
Sodomatic beauty, input newbie, your thistles are spreading the fences, where trashcans and benches distinguish flawful fate!!!
A fulfillment of vows, a timeless volgate. Proverbial collection's detest the furnaced crucible, where Loophole's are bound and bagged to be stench!!!!
Glider of turbulance, father of remembrance, forget what thine holy teacher has taught you to be???
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 7:16 AM UTC
To live with a measure of luck or pain
You may not know what will make you sane
But you are always part of this game
As the feeling of the pain rubs in
And you start to think that you have done a sin
You look right and left or all around
But you realize that you are bound
It's like freedom and sorrow
From a game that you cannot borrow
And constantly hoping for a different tomorrow
You wanna live doing it right
That just causes you to get into a fight
And keeps you up all night
It doesn't matter because you cannot feel
But you keep on hoping for the time to heal
Like hot and cold or black and white
Day and night it's another fight
A war that lives in your mind
And all to do is just to grind.....
Dec 17, 2012
Dec 17, 2012 at 12:58 AM UTC
The shadow of our tempest is a devil to curb.
Allow it to simmer,
lest it shall disturb.
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 5:49 AM UTC
sitting at the old oak table
sipping on cold redemption
thinking back to when i was
not some one else, but far less than myself...
turning memories over to
discover the fossiled id
and the ambered ego"
damaged, dismembered,
by the time of slow, low moving sadness...
that created glacial time..
now, exploring
the barren forest,
like an inquisitive tourist
hoping to find the keys
to the locks that i left behind
whyfor i will never know...
but the former self has hidden the relics all too well....
(and we bless them to
their hidden eternity)
and the cages remain sound
the lack of treasure, remains
unfound.
...and i .....and i....and i
can retrace my steps...back
to the days ....of serenity...
and forsake the turbulance
for the promise of sunnier days......
sitting at the old oak table
sipping on redemption
...warm and refined....
turning....beauty over
to see....your love reflected
...
Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 1:17 AM UTC
My ears cant bear violence,
which may end in innocent silence.
revenge is what it starts from,
and ends always in turbulance.
bombs and gunshots is all left to hear,
who will hear the voices and screams
of victims of the crisis.
its all over the world
a world meant for peace,
cant we just live in harmony
without the thought of greed.
May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 8:54 PM UTC
I will never judge you on your conditions
I will never shame you for how you were born
Do we judge the ocean on her turbulance?
Do we shame the sun for her ferocity?
Do we try to stop the rain from pouring
Simply because she chills us to the bone?
I won't judge you on your conditions
I won't shame you when you have done nothing wrong
Your authenticity is something to be proud of
Jul 7, 2021
Jul 7, 2021 at 11:37 PM UTC
Too much coffee or a bundle of nerves gone bad either way inside the confines of my lower intestine i hide the makings of interstellar war. nebulous hyperions hypothesize the comings of a gratuitus turbulant gravitational trebulation. The trumpets will sing im sure as i scream towards a silent night I am but a silent sight.
Wait.
I think im just nervous. Get this, its worse and, im trying but its.. Ya never know where friends stand aint done much for them been a long time since I found a new storm to set up in. lightning rods making neurons here we are,
i am a social *****
The bubbling bravado of new hopes to swaddle are dopped and crushed. the fontenal of my chitinus exterior is pressed and my fear is here to be pulled out and dangled in my face it feels shameful.
Words pass the throat and are shreded by smoke stained teeth and i think if i fumble enough my bumbling lips may stitch the sentence back up and i might just make sense.
My hands are shaking again
My heart is racing and then
My mind races and bends
Anxiety is the buzzing bashful brother of exitment and bravado
Lashes out in spazzy gestures
And sends my head space on a trip to burning pastures
Bragadosious i am not
Bed ridden sad sappy ******
Pent up and
Woah
My thoughts derail again
Where the hell are my friends
They didnt go anywhere
Its all in my head
Twitchy turbulance tackling full force into tubluar pathways my blood
Is
Screaming
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 4:53 AM UTC
And you...
You always show up in my dreams.
I can see your light dancing,
Glowing underneath.
Conversations shared in space
I think im astral projecting
You feel real when im asleep
I always snap awake,
Groggy and meloncholy
I Left the window cracked again
Cold air is creeping on my skin
And I
Hate its getting colder
And I
Know novembers closer
Hold on
The turbulance is growing
Nostilgia
tastes bitter when its snowing.
You are a phantom now and tables have turned.
This haunting winter air makes me lose my nerve.
I carry on till i can crawl into my bed
Fall asleep,
Hope i can see you again.
Your voice feels like cardiac arrest
System shock; overload
Your words grab me by the shirt
Lifts me up; magic force
Youre always there through the worst
In my dreams; i strain to hear
I listen out..
November hangs me again
30 days of hell
Im tied to the gray in these skies
Chains made of remembrance
Solitude is what i find.
The worst always comes
with the cold
Please show up..
Melt this world
Oct 14, 2016
Oct 14, 2016 at 9:13 AM UTC
Shaking 10,000 feet up,
Terrified of every bump.
I realized,
It was a rough start,
But it will smooth out.
It always does.
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 10:38 AM UTC
My hands are shaking again
My heart is racing and then
My mind races and bends
Anxiety is the buzzing bashful brother of exitment and bravado
Lashes out in spazzy gestures
And sends my head space on a trip to burning pastures
Bragadosious i am not
Bed ridden sad sappy ******
Pent up and
Woah
My thoughts derail again
Where the hell are my friends
They didnt go anywhere
Its all in my head
Twitchy turbulance tackling full force into tubluar pathways my blood
Is
Screaming
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 11:25 AM UTC
Sometimes everything is okay
Othertimes the world eats you up.
The turbulance of flying
The rough waves on an angry sea
Life.
An ever moving unpredictable thing.
Somedays you feel like a new person.
The sun makes you smile on the coldest of days.
Sometimes you don't know why you bother.
The funniest joke won't make you smile.
God why is there more downs than ups.
Why can't we be more content with this amazing life we have.
The feeling of so much love with out the means or words to show it.
How can love be so restricting.
If we could only express ourselves better.
But how...
Nov 20, 2020
Nov 20, 2020 at 4:06 AM UTC