"unbearing" poems
Where's the blessing
when the sun refuses to shine
the birds deny their song
a child chooses to cry?
Where's the blessing
when the stars lose their glisten
the flowers forget to bloom
the pain is unbearing?
Where's the blessing
when a mother forgets her child
then turns and walk away
to a world of unknown?
Where's the blessing
when darkness is overcast
the world's upside down
life becomes such torture?
We tend to forget
the little things in this life
the spark to encourage
the eyes of a child.
What happened
to the blessing?
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 4:11 AM UTC
we torture ourselves
and our hurting hearts
to keep ******** friends
we go ******* insane
keeping relationships
from burning up in flames
and turning into dust
we lose our self
put it on the shelf
trying and trying
hoping to receive love
hoping to get back
all we willingly give
but we get none of it
leaves unbearing
feeling of guilt
feeling of disgust
for caring so much
about tricksters
the heartbreakers
the selfish ones
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 3:47 PM UTC
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In whisper— shadow sings a song.
My call is joined within the hollows,
Only tiny dimpled crests of the sea,
My voice, for rains, round familiar As patch into tune of old shattering
Light. I search for love, sloe in slips
Thru ********* eyes, outcast beyond
And ghostly move into monumental
Futilities of unbearing, leery in flesh
Undeciphered. Make me one lattice
To bind the wind and mark shallows
Mine as I trudge into black, blue sun.
This song— I sing is for lost keeping,
Hear my hush as it breaks for darks—
And I shall love in box, buried, forgot,
Kept at one sight so grave, remaining
As smudge onto stone burnt in a dial
Etched by firing rays of timeless star,
Hear my song— whispers of shadow.
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 3:02 PM UTC
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In whisper— shadow sings a song.
My call is joined within the hollows,
Only tiny dimpled crests of the sea,
My voice is for rains, round familiar
As patch into tune of old shattering
Light. I search for love, sloe in slips
Thru ********* eyes, outcast beyond
And ghostly move into monumental
Futilities of unbearing, leery in flesh
Undeciphered. Make me one lattice
To bind the wind and mark shallows
Mine as I trudge into black, blue sun.
This song— I sing is for lost keeping,
Hear my hush as it breaks for darks—
And I shall love in box, buried, forgot,
Kept at one sight so grave, remaining
As smudge onto stone burnt in a dial
Etched by firing rays of timeless star,
Hear my song— whispers of shadow.
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 8:43 PM UTC
In whisper— shadow sings a song.
My call is joined within the hollows,
Only tiny dimpled crests of the sea,
My voice, for rains, round familiar As patch into tune of old shattering
Light. I search for love, sloe in slips
Thru ********* eyes, outcast beyond
And ghostly move into monumental
Futilities of unbearing, leery in flesh
Undeciphered. Make me one lattice
To bind the wind and mark shallows
Mine as I trudge into black, blue sun.
This song— I sing is for lost keeping,
Hear my hush as it breaks for darks—
And I shall love in box, buried, forgot,
Kept at one sight so grave, remaining
As smudge onto stone burnt in a dial
Etched by firing rays of timeless star,
Hear my song— whispers of shadow.
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 4:03 PM UTC
In the midst of conundrum ,
massive leaks of an unknown entity
invaded the cardia of a lass.
Some say it was an accident,
some say she chose to open her doors.
Yes, that was a fifth of a decade ago.
On a pedestal, this entity stood tall.
Unbearing the word "compassion", yet -
rust of any clear understanding of the world
Vulnerable :
On to that word she had travelled
"In her head", said an entity,
"crushing her own trust in me".
End of story, - or so she thought!
Beneath it all, a fountain full -
Indelible memories alone;
just drift back and forth like a pendulum.
An awful ending?
No, it really is just a beginning.
Jul 9, 2011
Jul 9, 2011 at 7:40 PM UTC
In whisper— shadow sings a song.
My call is joined within the hollows,
Only tiny dimpled crests of the sea,
My voice is for rains, round familiar
As patch into tune of old shattering
Light. I search for love, sloe in slips
Thru ********* eyes, outcast beyond
And ghostly move into monumental
Futilities of unbearing, leery in flesh
Undeciphered. Make me one lattice
To bind the wind and mark shallows
Mine as I trudge into black, blue sun.
This song— I sing is for lost keeping,
Hear my hush as it breaks for darks—
And I shall love in box, buried, forgot,
Kept at one sight so grave, remaining
As smudge onto stone burnt in a dial
Etched by firing rays of timeless star,
Hear my song— whispers of shadow.
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 3:18 PM UTC
when i was fifteen i was a lion-hearted girl
with strong bones and love for myself that crossed seas
i carried myself with sunshine and a smile too big
played melodies on the piano and loved people too much
when i was fifteen i was an ashtray
my warmth was used for kindling and my love to put out fires
my skin started turning black and my heart breaking into pieces
i was still wild-eyed and good
when i was fifteen i was a punching bag
fists touched my ribs most days and fingernails scraped away
chipping at my exterior and tearing my seams to bits
i became cold and unbearing and ruthless, with teeth like a tiger
when i was fifteen i became nothing
buried into soil and left not to grow but to be scavenged
bones broken and unmended, parched lips and stony feet
underground, beaten and crying, dead
(a.m.c.)
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 11:21 PM UTC
Gazing upon me,
It pounds me.
Strikes
Kills.
The pressure is unbearable.
You are Unbearable.
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 10:59 AM UTC
Everything may end,
The unknown knows.
All you dread.
You are held aloft.
Seeing the events.
Quiet and tense.
The storm builds,
Thunder softly stirs.
Shy away.
Come down,
Touch the earth.
Unbearing suspense.
Your breath is taken,
You are made blind.
Speech is numbed.
Hide from all,
Seek none.
Hear no-one.
Aug 4, 2020
Aug 4, 2020 at 5:08 PM UTC
Minutes pass day by day but the same thing remains. Inner demons tearing the seams of the soul wailing for a chance to be heard. Forced smiles, false laughs, masks painted by the banshees themselves unrecognizable to the viewers eye. The appearance from the eyes looks like summer but feels like the frost from the winter. The words sound of clarity from the rains of spring but represent a dryness from fall. Misalignment, dis-alignment, nothing of the sort to be let known for the fear of disappointment. Not for yourself but for others. Not to be seen for the unspoken truth of not being good enough for the world that took you under its wing against your will. Degraded, suppressed, all worth striped of meaning for those exact reasons that you hide your face in crowds so no one can see the Unbearing truth of reality. It gets worse and worse each day you hear the lie from his lips which only ends in more places to apply your makeup. The shame beats down on you like a blistering flame after its wrath has been contained for too long that you believe the spitting so called "truth" being fed to you on a shinning silver platter. How long do you have til those demons unravel the unseen beauty that nests somewhere unknown? I'm counting down each minute that passes during each day to the final place where your mask can be shed and your worth can be defined.
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 6:20 PM UTC
To he honest I'm pretty ******* tired of being on my own
Im not really
But still my lack of love makes me angry
Yet I'm Y
oU
N
g
That's what everyone else says anyway
Still I'm crazy and no longer problematic
Happy but never enough to prevent sadness
Out to most but still hiding from the majority
Avoiding the conflict I once used to untimely cause and angry at my protagonistic temperament
Raising it's head once in a foreign land
But it didn't last long because previous pain is still there
The oppositions have since dropped from the ceiling to an unknown cause but my webs are still in position camping out in the corner
a silk prospector expressing only malevolent intent
Never really meaning and now that im controlling the pain it's hard to admit, but there's part of me that still reigns in the areas of that room
Skulking through the tears usually my own labelled jester for those on that egotistical throne
So maybe my confidence flickering and unnerving, split between the characters I get to play between the seasons is one of the significant catalysts and thousands of reasons that I'm now on my own
everyone an opposition on my radar
the choice,
to be a villain for the people of my past or be trampled over by those in my present, an insight into my future.
That's if I make it because my obvious disdain is a recognizable trait like my unbearing love and attraction for Unrequited beauty and my I'll advised impulse to avoid the problem
make a list of all my excuses
And Run to the next person most likely to become my biggest predator when I unfurl infront my secrets and ambitions secret Acts of betrayal while on independent side missions
Diagnosed as ****** and unmedicated
Mad when alone
Discontent with my social standing
And just wanting someone special to. bring home
Oct 28, 2024
Oct 28, 2024 at 5:14 PM UTC
Dark misfortune may gather up above,
Bleak clouds that shower and beat the oblivious earth
Dread, Pain, and Despair soak and pool together
Yet know that this will pass, though the trials are rough and unbearing
It's essential for life
Wrath may strike across the heavens
And as hope is overshadowed by Anguish
There's no escape from the dark days
This too is essential for life, for rebirth
In time the heavens will be pierced by the rays of life
The pools will fade, the winds will settle, and the silence of peace will return
The storms will concede, the sun will shine once more
The stars will still be there twinkling and gleaming
The reward for endearing the dark stormy days,
Is the profound beauty of life all around;
Life isn't only joy and sunlight
It's also endearing the hard times
Feb 15, 2022
Feb 15, 2022 at 9:21 PM UTC