"unassured" poems
Dear Soulmate
I'm pretty sure we've crossed paths before, just unassured of the spot
But I know you've already forgotten
How I look or how my name sounds like
Just another wallflower within your area of sight
Dear Soulmate
It's pretty weird for me to have you here as well
A bit restless, I don't know if you can tell
After being spun around the other way
By you who caught me in his arms and let me stay
Dear Soulmate
It almost feels like I have a debt to pay
Only to be fixed by paying attention to you
One burden I don't find myself to be in dismay
For I know that somehow, you carry the same load too
Dear Soulmate,
I am not in love with you, let's make that clear
I have learned not to after all these years
From many a chance encounter broken by this mere
Emotional "commitment" shrouded in unvoiced fear
See, I can not be caught in the teeth of romance
For it has bitten me once, let's not give it another chance
to ruin something good, I know you'd understand
So let me keep my distance now, before it catches me with its glance
Dear Soulmate,
I hope you feel the same
As I write to you, it may sound insane
Let me explain, before things turn twisted
Why I can't let you be one of them in the end
The problem is when my soul finds a mate, it ***** it dry
leaving it dependent for it to thrive
I see yours basking in freedom, a wonderful light
So I won't say goodbye, but rather, goodnight.
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 11:16 PM UTC
I'm unassured with the words I think,
slipping, skipping days, I sink.
I lost my mind in my head's black,
and died in the depth trying to get it back.
Maybe I'm a resented presence;
pressed upon malnourished intentions.
I can't find the point anymore;
I can't brim the dark anymore,
and if I submerge below my purpose,
what am I even fighting for?
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Jun 27, 2018
Jun 27, 2018 at 12:24 AM UTC
The salted air elates a feeling of real real.
And by real real, I mean the realist real there is.
Child like intuition and loss in present ecstasy
Underlying a layered and angsted mind.
I loved a psychopath as a best friend
But finally
His confusion clawed at my chakras with convoluted and displaced passion
But on Protection Island
I feel
Protected.
Whether the next sunrise meets me through the dingy drapes of a budget hostel, awash in a strange and urban melancholy wrapped warmly on all sides
Or on a windy beach with the blue flow of sparkled wash and distant cloud capped peaks and Dover-beacon ferries which remind me of novelty globes and my father
The buzz of early morning travel as a child
I will be fine.
To lighten my load I hid The Dhamapada and St. Francis of Assisi in the hopes and faith that they would be left in peace blanketed in underbrush
Being peacefully caressed by ocean wind and the beautifully dilapidated wood-house
The protectors warm grin of welcome.
I want to feel okay again
And I feel like okay is finally waking up from her peaceful slumber
Returning from vacation to remind and comfort my unassured and pummeled mind
Like a lover returning from a followed dream
A long, warm embrace which says it all
No words for I love you
Just a feeling and oneness as old as the world itself.
Sep 4, 2012
Sep 4, 2012 at 4:52 PM UTC
Here.
In the silent moments of the desolate night.
I recoil into endless thought.
Tortuously searching my mind.
Distorting facts, fictions, and energetic nonsense.
Trying to understand the synchronized patterns and unassured laughter.
My eyes plead for rest.
They beg through ****** veins and blurred vision.
There's no mercy when you fight with Luna.
She controls the tides and bends the mind.
My analytical ramblings feed the minimal energy needed to stay present.
I remain in a state of depth.
My only hope for riddled dreams is my natural eventuality.
A fascinating duality of cognitive dissonance.
A mind much stronger than the body it's been placed in.
Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 5:20 PM UTC
Pierce not my skin,
Thou lancet of horror,
Which is terribly akin
To the blade of terror;
Touch nay me at all,
You dark being;
Mind, be not on call
At the bay of loony bin;
Mortality's debt is
Paid by death's acquisiton--
It's the end of business,
The final liquidation;
The assets of sanctity
Offset and save as well
Many a toxic liability
Of the soul from hell;
Weak, weary and bored
By unbroken quietus fear.
Life is unassured
By a doctor's gear.
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 3:37 AM UTC
The Vague Hope is the substance that gets me through the day
That unassured thing that tells me, "Don't worry; it's okay"
It never tells me how the things that seem bad will be alright
So I cannot quite refute it, and with me it spends the night
It nestles in my heart and head, and I like child, hold it close
It's always perfectly designed to be a saving dose
It fills my heart, much like the feel of Love, both pure and true
But Vague Hope's non-transferable, so I can't give mine to you
All I can say is that you must request it from the world
And from the blackened heavens an answer might be hurled
Like a spear thrown from the hands of Romans into boars
Vague Hope may be presented to be kept; forever yours
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 12:31 AM UTC
There is within me a fire
I feel it burning from the ends
Of my calloused fingertips
As if it is exceeding my soul
When I recede, it grows
At my end, it echoes
Into the vast unknown
Though unassured I am
In the faith of my hand
I can rest in the known promise of that flame
It warms my soul
As it does all who hold
The communion of its glow
Bringing all people into one
Unified within the Holy Ghost
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 10:37 PM UTC
these words,
eternally far from heard,
relentless in the way they hurt,
the love i lost was unassured,
i dug myself into the earth.
Aug 1, 2022
Aug 1, 2022 at 12:57 AM UTC
Albert Camus against the Absurd
We can too with wisdom words
A rebel who lives unassured
Join the Resistance!
Trumpism interred
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 12:59 PM UTC
Why am I being compared?
Am I that broken and need to be repaired?
To you do I mean nothing?
Am I even good at anything?
I’m no good
Leaving me unassured
Nothing is right
The truth is so bright
I know everything’s wrong
At night I search for the warmth of a song
I know I’m not worth it
Perfection does not fit
But don’t you see
You’re bringing me pain and misery
Comparing me makes me feel less
It makes me feel like a mess
From the inside I’m dying
About my happiness I’m lying
My heart is breaking apart
Your comparisons are at fault
Comparing me and I’m sinking into depression
Because of your inconsiderate action
All your words attack
And hurt more than a smack
Comparing me and myself I hate
Giving myself no respect, it’s too late
Comparing me and I’m no longer your friend
Bringing me to the end
Dec 14, 2019
Dec 14, 2019 at 11:15 PM UTC