"unblurred" poems
Rose in a dew
I thought I caught
a glimpse of you.
Zooming in
I thought I can
get closer.
Only to eye on
upon a river
amid myriad
over looking stars.
A drop spans out
to be a sea
neither did it tarry.
I thought I would
give up that big
is not for me.
But yet a scene
never washed away
is intact unblurred
beneath the million
waves of the sea.
I thought the moon
will give up!
It can never touch
but always returns
over the sea
can't forget a scene.
So is me
once that
I chanced to see.
Jun 29, 2022
Jun 29, 2022 at 11:28 PM UTC
I love...
I hate....
I like....
I loathe....
Two complete opposites on this scale of human emotions
What lies in between
Is it acceptance or tolerance
What better person to ask than one's self
When those shades meld, what color is formed
Love is often the passionate red
While hate is the unapproachable intimidation of black
Is it the same as the mother earth or the same liquid that flow in our arteries
I still don't understand these feelings that I feel for you
I hope that perhaps as I get to know you
My vision clarity will be unblurred
That it will become more vivid as I notice more than monochrome nor the neutrality of angry red
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 7:28 AM UTC
compasses, clocks, knives, are useless now.
clues, few.
coffinlike rooms full of certain exclamations,
4am empty train stations full of dangling questions.
selected memory, particularly of being
cruel to love. character,
existence, poetry, it all becomes layered
like crime novels.
blurred and unblurred,
in stained-rag mind, faces and places and
the theme,
tense, it is an age
where nothing begins and i myself begin to
(be) mean
many other things
in addition to what i say.
"what is the meaning of this?"
"i don't know."
"what should we do?"
get jilted again, spiral drunk, die on the
floor, bored, playing
sick,
i don't know.
"been there,
done that,"
it's a slow slowing and a trying to forget,
hands dirtier, shards smaller.
i don't even know if
this was an accident?
through climaxes and comedowns,
still carrying clouds
around; to cash the check, to the party,
to the pharmacist,
to the burial ground,
craving a reason to go hungry.
god, how big are your hands
god, will tomorrow be better
god, what have i done, what can i do, how
the more i remember
the more i just remember the young day
i had screamed so hard for so long at the unanswering rain
Oct 9, 2011
Oct 9, 2011 at 5:05 PM UTC
i've long thought this
how sunsets no longer captivate me
when i walk in a crowd
no face is left unblurred
each passerby drab and uninteresting
nothing to catch my eye
nothing to tear my heart in two
or ever leave my mind
what is beauty to someone who can't see?
or to someone who sees
that nothing is beautiful anymore.
Feb 28, 2021
Feb 28, 2021 at 10:00 PM UTC
Inside, it is warm
Inside we find comfort
Translucent breaths then drifted on that black dotted sky
Whispered cold secrets to you, shivered not in spite
These questions were so beautifully obscured
Why did we treat the worst things so good?
Why did we worry about what might never occur?
Why did we fear what is so plain?
My fingers are numb, beats not calm -- head loud
But the wind is chattering too, those embracing tendrils of cold
So we speak to each other in an unblurred foreign language
Some blood brothers can never leave each other
Some things are hard to imagine without
Some things hurt all those around
Our conversation mingles with pity and false separation
Beaming waves of neon lights pierce the dark blue horizon
Visions are fuzzy, but my eyes are calmer at the sight
My heavy heart floats upward, as the ashes glow
I wake up, a solitary sound discloses
You are afraid to be free
I am free.
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 11:20 PM UTC
Black ink under your skin,
With a word showing where you've been.
Just one little word,
To make sure the lines stay unblurred.
It's like your precept,
Not your defect,
You have made it your reason to live,
And it has taught you how to give.
This one word,
Is a name you may have heard.
Your son's name,
That you claim,
Helps you be the person you want to be.
Kyle is your son,
He is the only one,
To be your inspiration,
You protect him from this nation.
His name is on your arm,
He won't come to harm,
At least not while your still breathing,
You know the true meaning,
Of love.
Aug 13, 2013
Aug 13, 2013 at 6:18 AM UTC
I wish I was a character in a novel
My conversations would be meticulously crafted
I would never be at a loss for....words
There wouldn't be long awkward
Silences
Between sentences
I would never have to repeat myself
I would never have to repeat myself
I would never be unblurred
No i said misheard
My thoughts wouldn't s-s-stutter right out of the gate
Causing a ten word pile-up in my mouth
I wish I could make life more novel
I just want to trim away all the fat
All the conversational excess
To get to the real meat of it
Do away with all conversational trivialities
And just move the plot forward
Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 5:11 PM UTC
What is poetry?
A rhyme,
A thought,
A word?
What is poetry?
Emotions
Otherwise
Unheard?
What is poetry?
Beautiful
Rhythms,
Unblurred?
What is poetry?
Wrath
Someone's
Incurred?
What is poetry?
Letters
Like a
Bird?
What is poetry?
Thoughts
Mixed,
Whirred?
What is poetry?
Pure
Emotions,
Savored?
What is poetry?
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 9:40 PM UTC
i lit blunts
and you drank whiskey
and the mix of smoke
and alcohol on our tongues
tasted like love
but when my lungs emptied
and your vision unblurred
we left each other
just as lonely as before
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 3:04 AM UTC
She Didn't Deserve Me
I gave her love, a heart so pure,
But she turned it cold, made me unsure.
Her words cut deep, her actions wrong,
Still, I loved her, held on too long.
She never saw the truth in me,
The depth of soul, the heart set free.
I gave her all I had to give,
But in her world, I couldn’t live.
I held her close, though she pushed away,
I fought for us, night and day.
But now I see, with eyes unblurred,
She didn't deserve the love I offered her.
I’m learning now to stand on my own,
To heal the wounds, to reclaim my throne.
The love I gave, it wasn’t lost,
But I’m worth more than what it cost.
I’ll let her go, as painful as it seems,
And build myself from shattered dreams.
She didn’t deserve me, and that’s the truth—
Now I’ll find strength in my own youth.
Nov 7, 2024
Nov 7, 2024 at 8:53 PM UTC
Old blue jeans
haven’t faded yet,
still unblurred
as he moves
undeterred
by a painful past;
Slightly slumping,
shoulders sagging
like a soldier
who is dragging
his body back
from an unknown war.
Well earned
wrinkles on his face
are deeply ingrained
as deep blue eyes
shield a soft soul
from feeling
to cold.
Brown spotted skin,
but his hair is still black,
the pain is still there
in the past
as a matter
of facts
that others lack.
It is all superficial.
People can’t even see
the surface scars
that he hides
behind his sleeves.
Desert dry eyes
can no longer
sooth a parched heart.
Outside
of our ability
to perceive
is his grief,
strange subtractions
from his life
like his parents,
his friends,
and his wife,
All we can see
is a solitary
sad stranger.
Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 10:16 AM UTC
My girlfriend has a girlfriend
as pigeons flee the roost
Pronouns crying God knows what
knots are coming loose
I was my girlfriend’s boyfriend
when lines unblurred defined
My love abeyant, Limbo’s child
—left here misaligned
(Villanova University: June, 2022)
Jun 15, 2022
Jun 15, 2022 at 8:14 PM UTC