"unaligned" poems
Long I had tried,
to make sense of what plagues
the minds of those in love.
Long I had cried,
thinking myself far too rational
to fall apart under your gaze.
But now mystery
brings out a certain charm in you
that I've gotten so fond of.
Unaligned symmetry;
my half-a-heart and yours, never
a perfect fit, but a bittersweet pair.
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 2:14 AM UTC
What's up with this planet, who's in charge here
Obviously ****** up people whose minds aren't clear
They're clouded with greed
They bribe people who lead
Deaf are their ears when we plead
Get out of our society, just leave
You're not welcome here
You make us hate and live in fear
It's hard to believe people still fall for your games
The world is blindly covered in your chains
We will free ourselves just you watch
We are raising the vibrations another notch
Maybe you should run while you still can
Before everyone finds out your sick twisted plan
Revolution will be lurking around the corner and in the dark
We need to inform everyone and ignite their spark
Our souls know something is horribly wrong
The caged bird sings the prettiest song
Look at the music and what people say
They're fed up with the planet and it's evil way
Life here is horribly unaligned
With Mother Earth and the divine
Don't be distracted just open your eyes
Get in tune with yourself, feel the vibrations rise
You'll change the world if you look within
Knowing thyself is how we win
Don't stop growing, you'll never be done
Love yourself and make your changes fun
See the silver lining, the light, the sun
Look at what's in front of you, don't just run
Feel awareness in every part of your soul
A loving world for all should be your goal
Happiness isn't far out of reach
Ignore false prophets and what they preach
Let your experiences and your higher self teach
Be a sustainer and not just a leach
I promise we can change the world if we try
Listen to what people are saying when they cry
We should come together with love and compassion
Quit self loathing and quit people bashin'
Lend each other our heart and our hand
Quit fighting over oil and this sacred land
The Earth is for all of us to share
To create something beautiful with endless care
It's not all about you, it's all about us
Now come join me on my hippie bus
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 10:41 AM UTC
I, after difficult entry through my mother's blood
And stumbling childhood (hitting my head against the world);
I, intricate, easily unshipped, untracked, unaligned;
Cut off in my communications; stammering; speaking
A dialect shared by you, but not you and you;
I, strangely undeft, bereft; I searching always
For my lost rib (clothed in laughter yet understanding)
To come round the corner of Wardour Street into the Square
Or to signal across the Park and share my bed;
I, focus in night for star-sent beams of light,
I, fulcrum of levers whose end I cannot see ...
Have this one deftness - that I admit undeftness:
Know that the stars are far, the levers long:
Can understand my unstrength.
1.9k
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Random components in a broken box,
all there is of the jigsaw dreams.
Unaligned pieces distorting the picture,
a wooden tapestry split at the seams.
On the perimeter frame of insipid ice
molten images interlace in mist,
reaching for completion, a solid visage,
defying the puzzle a right to exist.
© Pagan Paul (09/10/17)
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 5:12 PM UTC
A young man
Uncertain of his talents
Seeking glory in former poems
Scared of failing his own expectations
The hardest critics, given by himself
Afraid of lacking quality in midst spotlight
He can't meet up to his former pieces
New poems remain unpublished
Uncertainty
Detaining him from creation
Letters remain unaligned clusters
Wasted potential all along
If only he was more confident
To search that spotlight once again
Maybe he could be an impact at last
Influencing other poets
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 4:05 PM UTC
"For the moment, she soaks up all that she can."
Fragile, unaligned, bristling flesh.
Thoughts that stutter and repeat, breaking upon release
Fully human. Organic. Vegetative.
I touch grass and uncut daffodils,
And feel no fear at expression. No fear of wrong turns.
Merely a desire to grow towards the sun -
A sun gaining warmth with each day.
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 9:11 AM UTC
i am a survivor, i am a scavenger, i am a man with
no shame. i am an artist, i am a writer, i am an
iconoclast. i am a lover, i am a creator, i am a
destroyer. i am quality, i am worthless, i am absence.
i am man, i am conqueror, i am world-ender. i am an
addict, i am old, i am wizened. i am free, i am
young, i am unnurtured. i am secret, i am becoming,
i am a wreck. i am a shadow, i am oblivious, i am
obvious. i am obscene, i am abhorrent, i am hidden. i
am a seeker, i abstain – i am a liar. i am a deceiver, i am
an actor, i am unknowable. i am entirety, i am
citizen, i am insolence. i am thought, i am concept, i
am revoked. i am wanderer, i am thoughtless, i am
lost. i am undying, i am inured, i am fleeting. i am
alive, i am mythologized, i am end. i am a thief, i am
a monster, i am alive. i am a philosopher, i am a
thinker, i am superfluous. i am good, i am evil, i am
unaligned. i am pragmastic, i am irrational, i am
common sanity. i am emotional, i am withheld, i am
interred. i am new, i am ruined, i am interregna. i am
proper, i am erased, i am discrection. i am sought, i
am not, i am simple. i am somnolent, i am erratic, i
am errancy. i am abstinence, i am uncontrolled, i am
the world. i am fraught, i am emptiness, i am
humanity. i am dandelion, i am magnolia, i am an
albatross. i am talent, i am intelligence, i am
fettered. i am here and now, i am then and when,
i am done.
i am malice, i am harm, i am self-destruction.
i am a fighter, i am encephalic, i am lost.
i am alone, i am alive, i am free.
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 2:46 AM UTC
All along the broken trees and bridges
Loom the heavy sins of man
Opulence pinches her curvy ridges
Nighttime is the right time
For easy forms of forgiveness
Here horn players blow out as they pass
Shouting sorrows at the moon
High notes vibe loose as Mrs. Cass
Lays down her weary knees
Folds her hands and prays
Coyote madness moves in shadow
Assassin pin striped and grey
Barroom is closed with nowhere to go
Sidewalk is splitting right under you
Birds sit stained by a moon light blue
Screeching southern gospel with tell tale Bill
High grass weave in a hot Autumn night
Bottle empty of those ****** sleeping pills
Eyes heavy from work on the trail
But my hearts heavy lookin' for bail
Make your way to the end block
Shoes broken eyes hung like satin
Stop sign sadness with a broken down clock
Time strikes a maddened midnight
She said every things gonna' be alright
Keys in the lock n' I'm so beat but I'll keep
My shoes are caked in mud
Doors ajar n' my dead end job won't start
Now and then feels like the present and past
All moments in time we grow to resent
In the star struck night Ill be dancing alone
Her skirt twirls yellow and gold
Grass beneath me buried calm cool bones
Death don't seem so bad sometimes
Death tastes just like an old bordeaux wine
When the wind picks up and makes you squint
And your back is bent sideways
Your soul feels spent and no ones gives you a hint
Hold your eyes to the ocean for waves
Come and most certainly go
Over each minute flashes ride through
Planets are forever unaligned
Nod of rotations push stars far past Pluto
A mash of slop soup tectonics
Brimming on the edge of robotics
Oct 27, 2011
Oct 27, 2011 at 5:17 AM UTC
Like a butterfly who misses the many legs it once had
Back then when it could only crawl and climb
Like a flower that misses itself at its shortest stem
When it was just a seedling right before its prime
There are moments when nostalgia hits
Too much that it makes me unaligned
I ponder if I should regress to who I once was
Only to go against my evolutionary design
Or perhaps I just miss knowing I was loved
So I question whether again, I would find
Acceptance and belonging with fond memories
With the current identity I now reside
I could go back and make things simple again
Go along with what I’ve been assigned
It's been done before, a path predetermined
With the name I was given at the starting line
When I consider such a thought I feel much resistance
As though I am forfeiting without much of a fight
I feel caged, suffocated with helplessness
If I had to persist in a life limited to foresight
Know where I've been so I know where I’m going
Where is the bridge where these two paths combine?
To keep treading forward as I shed all that is unbecoming
Becoming a way of being I can personally identify
Aug 19, 2022
Aug 19, 2022 at 6:07 AM UTC
Another case of missing you
And all I have are empty pill bottles
And broken picture frames
Scattering my carpet
I've lost the will to suffer the poison of my mind
And the frailty of my heart
Loose-leaf love notes lay unwritten
Begging to be finished
The ache that writhes inside my chest is your absence
And the miracle of your voice
Faded daydreams fight through the nightmares
Yearning for sincerity in their actions
Inside misty lullabies are arising heart palpitations
And thoughts of "what could've been"
Ephemeral kisses mask my lips
Raging for redemption
Unaligned stars failed to hold us together
And seal our dearest fate
Trite misunderstandings hide my frowns
Beneath the surface of reality
Half-bitten apples like fragments of my heart disperse on the floor
And attract anxious ants
Hallow stomaches crave more than the necessity of nutrients
It requests psychological fulfillment
Swallowed confessions you continue to choke on
And repeating apologies
Distrusting anchors hold me back from the words I wish to say
Begging for love
An ocean, of salty tears
Drip onto the tastebuds that always adored you
And suddenly- nostalgic eyes are all I see
In the mirror
Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 7:24 PM UTC
my universe
and yours,
do they differ?
because while you keep
blaming her for our
unaligned timings and
past mishaps, in mine,
you're my orbit and
the future i wasn't
so sure of having
Feb 12, 2023
Feb 12, 2023 at 9:49 PM UTC
Sun dust haze
an old wooden door
I reach, locked
handles, hands
pressed splintering
knock,
The newspaper reads EVACUATION NECCESARRY
Exasperation of the lilting seed of sanity;
the clocks unaligned to my watch
the fridge has been off for days
milk curdled, cheese hardened
this Panadol, IbuProfen parachute me
down, codeine
hits me hard upon the ground
the fireplace surrounds
a dragon breathing flames out of our mouths
and the room is no longer hot;
it is supernova.
Stars sound like songbirds outside, shooting,
gargled gin smells like grace,
erase
the drone of Arab spring
the scent of comradery
for a security station
computational bastion;
calculus of reason,
reputation, family, existential crisis
lets circumnavigate
to the window ,
reality split by liquid,
a rainbow in the sea,
children dancing beneath the Pohutakawa tree
“Hello?”
“Hello, were you here all along?”
“Long enough to see
those purple hues of your dressing gown, you
standing aimless across the room,
you came here today too?”
“I didn’t really choose” balloons, still tied to the ceiling
pop
“I must go”
“Stop”
ground dissolves, glass
mirrors, present, past
pop
“take my hand
lets watch the angels carry the sun away”
Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 2:57 PM UTC
loss
and rainbows where two edges meet
orchestras of cellos (purposely out of tune)
shallow gasps manifested in rest notes between the spaces of off-key melodies
mosquito bites and your suggestion that my blood must be sweetest but I can't take you as a compliment;
this is not a time for threats, my darling, nor is it a time for deaths. it is not a time for spaceless thoughts nor for confessions with political motives under white garments of smiles and spices and seductive entices
the breath gets deeper even if only for a moment and then the gasp returns:
the window blinds my glasses
the windows blind the masses
the windowblinds conceal the sun from me which hides my sanity and peace behind the instruments and their voices but it is probably to be found in the rests where the bars meet each other at the edges, where the silences collide and burn as substances react to oxygen and oxidized carbon and I don't feel god and that is startling,
it is starting to sound like a long bar of rest notes
or a mind which deciphers like stars out of their constellations
out of their occupations
out of their spheres
like stars unaligned
like lies out of signs in the open blinding sun shining minds sparkling like water after a chemical synthetic process (like most of our bodies) and my condescending opinions on all who give in to fabrications and useless surgeries and drugs to feel
or to stop feeling, or to reverse the effects of
our sadness our misery our traumas and dramas
without seeing them face to face, eye to eye, because to turn around blindly is
so. much. easier.
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 10:05 AM UTC
There is no easy way out.
Finding solace in cigarettes,
malice in each intent.
When we kiss and flash,
I taste snow and ash-
slippery, salty blood lust.
4 a.m galaxies and gold speckled chains.
The thud in your lungs and the flood in my veins.
Adjusting my pace simply to make space
for the passing of strangers I'll quickly erase.
From my celestial mind and my unaligned spine.
While these battered boots pitter patter
atop the gum splattered streets,
Where I silently succumb to an alarming defeat.
You,
jumbling and juggling my thoughts-
they cling like sweaty icicles in the their last dying breath.
You, me, we.
Naked on a patch of empty mattress
Everything too symbolic to possibly process
Standing solitary in unison
beneath the draining translucent sink above
a degree too warm, my skin blushing on accident-
insides tangled and squirming
when that warm wet hand wrapped itself so delicately
around an unremembered segment of skin .
a stray fingertip racing up my thigh,
my throat clasping at the shudder
as i glance into those boring brown eyes
"I don't **** people I respect."
But this was a truth that was too soon broken,
I was disguised, misguided and easily cloaked when
the eyes I knew from a childish fluke
swept me
into a bed of nails that i thought
would protect me
you, me, we-
behind a rubber duck shower curtain
in the spotlight of the stage
where the x's had been taped
i was made certain a foolish damsel in distress
to each falsified caress.
but in those last fleeting moments
where the memory's page
starts to curl and break
you reached your arms out to me
and like damp sheets in the breeze of my body
we take our final plunge for all to see
and we lower to our knees
to scrub the smudges in between.
Nov 17, 2011
Nov 17, 2011 at 10:03 AM UTC
*Sometimes,
somewhere in my mind it scratches through the surface.
It eats me alive inside. So how is it that* I am *still apart of this life.
In mine,* Corruption
in my criminal mind leaves me NOT fine.
Chosen *to keep moving closer to my heart that can still be defined.
Inclined and unaligned through my spine,* I see the *story through my eyes and it pulls me behind.
My* world is unkind.
As *for this life
I used to fight,
and for I* never *shined.
So It's* FINE?
No, here I wine about the life of my corrupted minds.
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 12:28 AM UTC
I'm traveling the whole world
And I've seemed to miss South Caroline
Wish I could go, but that's nothing but a dream
You're in a sleepy state, but I guess I want to make up for the lost time we made
Then trying to hide the lights and fame beneath the shade of your frame
You'll make me a man, all the same, all the same
You'll have me calling your name South Caroline, South Caroline..
You'll have me at the point of a blame
I might look back into the night, but I'll never be ashamed
You'll make me another man, all the same, all the same
We're all hammered, who's even paying attention to the game?
I can't do nothing for too long, not with your body singing me songs
When every contour of your figure is embossing my wrongs
I've been looking to the stars for advice but your ambient shine pollutes the sky
I want to see the way, but the streets I follow are too **** unaligned
Grab me here, grab me there
Please don't leave me to my thoughts South Caroline
I'm half passed cloud nine
I've been grabbing your hair and your eyes are giving me a stare
Like when you're alone you'd rather be here
Like the city around you doesn't allow you to feel any fear
You're giving me highway signs, I'm on my way to South Caroline
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 2:39 AM UTC
I prefer
the certainty
of separation
Than the
uncertainty
of 'almost'
Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 6:33 PM UTC
Straining your neck to get a second look
At distant locks
Shaking "I tried"
Turning door knobs inside out
Anxious patterns spinning ties
Sweating for warmth
Stepping into socks, enclosed travels
You're too cold to exist
Grabbing anything you can grab in sight
Twisting your mind
To escape living ecstasy
Dreams of you and me
The moon falls upward
The sky falls below while the cars fly
Like a limousine to me
You used to be considered fancy
Six feet under, in my mind
Forgotten parts of cringing discoveries
Lost and found inside miscellaneous medicines
Remodeling harsh eyes
Confused expressions set on autopilot
Degrading, regenerating
Organs and miles of dusted feet
Lost between them that are you
Emotions trample your face
Tracking slush in the cracks of your flaws
Where is the army fleeing?
Desire to feel them burn
Spines form to given foam
But as you lose yourself they trade for former homes
Laying themselves down, unaligned
In different storylines
Dictionaries have answers to everything known
Owning all meanings, meaning nothing at all
Labeling individuals and all things
From avalanches to eruption of mankind
Fix my eyes on you
Scribble languages on napkins
To bring education from there to near
Forget this just to remember.
Nov 10, 2011
Nov 10, 2011 at 9:41 AM UTC
One of a kind???
To be undermined
As this earth is redesigned
by so called masterminds
The future predefined
becoming unaligned
and a lot less kind
The direction does not have to be underlined
The evils has all combined
To define the fate
of Mankind
The divine it seems
confined
Mankind has lost it's faith
Now it's only about cyberspace
So much time with this we waist
Is it upper case or lower case
is it in the database ???
It will be the down fall of the human race
You wait!!
Can't you see how it dominates
It will detonate
Mankind
As we overpopulate
We need to reevaluate
the direction of
Mankind
!!
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 8:59 PM UTC
Sometimes you don't realise
that all these eyes just distract your mind
with sensations of being unaligned.
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 7:32 PM UTC
Seemingly precise yet akimbo
Inflected glares bend windows
Directly begin kin in skin
We sin again.
Yours is mine redefined
More blessed so unaligned.
Sight delight our kindled spite
Adjourn loops and dash hopes
Love longs its wrong devotes.
A myriad making way
Unelectric secrete display
Rolling sheets tumbling say
Let fluid fly demon's prey.
Loping along
Coping strong
Moaning songs
Rejoicing our way
The way to Much.
Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 7:29 PM UTC