"unbreaking" poems
No poison as venomous
Nor insidious a rouge
No piercing an arrow
Can compare to love
A disease like no other
Like no virus or spore
It rides the breezes of Autumn
With the leaves as they fall
In the laughter of lovers
As they gaze into their eyes
Their company they cherish
As the world, it turns blank
Such subterfuge is legend
As warning you it does not
And in chains of steel unbreaking
Your heart will be wrought
Your walls will crumble
Your discipline, for naught
You crave their happiness
And then you are lost...
as it tears you asunder
and rips you apart from within
Oh, such a malady has no cure!
You can only give in...
When will you arrive my love?
Please, come to me
Cool this fever of passion
This fire that rages within
Swiftly my darling!
Life from my fingers it slips
I can´t bear to see them smiling...
In sadness I wallow in...
yet, maybe this is what I deserve
For turning my back on my heart
The pain, the agony, it feels...
like the cut of a thousand knives...
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 11:50 PM UTC
My mother's tears bend my spine.
Her weigh bends the wood that has made me strong like a tree in a storm.
The water from her tear helps my feet sink roots into the ground, only to hope it keep us from washing away.
Her heave breath, pump air into mine with a pray that it will keep us both alive.
Her scared hand had clawed their way up from hell so that I will be one step closer to heaven when I take over the fight.
Because with my brother youthful eye watch our mothers sob, I know this fight can longer belong to her.
Therefore I pick up her broke shield and bent blade.
I straighten my wooden spine over the weight of those that watch.
Willing to become an unbreaking oak to keep my beloved safe.
Ready to fight as a warrior in the world war that is life.
Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 6:56 AM UTC
Bells overbrim with sound
And spread from cupolas
Out through the shaking air
Endless unbreaking circles
Cool and clear as water.
A stone dropped in the water
Opens the lips of the pool
And starts the unovertaking
Rings, till the pool is full
Of waves as the air of bells.
The deep-sea bell of sleep
Under the pool of the mind
Flowers in concentric circles
Of annihilation till
Both sight and sound die out,
Both pool and bells are quelled.
2.2k
thoughts are the songs of the mind
only myself may hear,
louder than laughter
audible as low-toned whispers.
sanctuary of the fugitive heart
when all else has failed
or fled like rats
from a sinking ship.
untold secret of an heir
which seldom finds a confidant
if only not uttered in sleep.
unbreaking lance of the errant
with sinews rare
as his hands are bare.
thoughts rare.
thoughts *******
thoughts prodigious.
thoughts uninvited.
father of action
son of an idle cloud.
bereave me of my lance
my secret
my sanctuary
my song;
and oh…
how naked
i shall be!
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 10:27 PM UTC
The birds hang dead, paired, on the hook.
Male and female, man and wife, are strung
Up in a brace of everlasting love,
Still warm. But time will soon freeze over
Freshening blood, encrust the opened eye,
Congeal warmth. And what remains is this:
A neck-to-neck unbreaking dull embrace,
The love gone cold, unbeating hearts kept close,
Reciprocating wounds, an unforgiving stare,
The silence in a breathless, parching throat,
A half-bent wing, refusing to enfold -
Time will wear love’s fingers to the bone.
Then bullet-hardened bodies take their course
And undo softly with a rising rot.
Jan 14, 2011
Jan 14, 2011 at 7:20 AM UTC
My mother's love got taped on reels and spools,
Cassettes she threw on on an old-school deck,
On wheels that spun straight through our lives and went
Unbreaking. What played in us played there on that
Machine, so we were soundtracked to her old-school
Tunes, to folk stuff - sixties hippy **** -
That pulled our radar-hearts around and made
Our souls attend. We'd be bouyed-up on soundwaves,
Beats her hand MC-ed, her finger soft
On PLAY, and sometimes, when the mood was right,
We heard her too. Who knew that half a world
On, on some late night slot, some other tune-in,
I would find her track, and be rewound?
Her sonic reverb tells me, “dance now, dance”.
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 10:00 AM UTC
thoughts are the songs of the mind
only myself may hear,
louder than laughter
audible as low-toned whispers.
sanctuary of the fugitive heart
when all else has failed
or fled like rats
from a sinking ship.
untold secret of an heir
which seldom finds a confidant
if only not uttered in sleep.
unbreaking lance of the errant
with sinews rare
as his hands are bare.
thoughts rare.
thoughts *******
thoughts prodigious.
thoughts uninvited.
father of action
son of an idle cloud.
bereave me of my lance
my secret
my sanctuary
my song;
and oh…
how naked
i shall be!
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 8:32 PM UTC
I was a clouded soul
When you met me at your lows
Together we fought for our highs
Now look where we got
In paradise
Sipping every glass
Tide changes, we both know
You came hugging with the waves
And we land on the sand
Locking our hands
Eyes in heaven
I know sad days come and go
But I just want to get through it
As long as never leaving each other
Unbreaking hearts
It will be alright baby
When we got each other
Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 12:02 AM UTC
Chaos,
grandness around us, within us
our pasts and our fates,
the heads and the tails you bring us,
nothingness,
mistress, our all that is free and forbidden
forgiven, forsaken, forseen and forsworn;
Our endlessness,
countless infinities that you defy
our unbreaking circle of charities your grace is defined by;
our mother, our barrens of space who is bearing existence;
our eminence,
baroness, dancing the torments of pregnance
our sorceress, chanting the songs of emergence;
our senses and souls,
your spawn, your kin, your death and your sins
our servant, your serfs
kneeled down and bowed over
your lust that is shameless, yearned for and proud,
raised up and all that is tall afly
your will that is mindful, yearning, forgiving;
our Godesses, our locks and our keys,
around us, within us, the now and the here,
listening through the ears of machine elves
our absolution from words uncertain;
speaking through colours of clockwork glyphs
our faith to bring magic into our lives;
teaching through picture puzzle pattern cellar doorways
our choice to approach whenever we wish.
You are awareness. We are mindful.
You are presence. We are eternal.
Jan 25, 2022
Jan 25, 2022 at 6:00 PM UTC
a hand of circular motion
will turn and turn without promotion
a notion of loyalty unbreaking a sure one
but also forgiving will never occur
boxed up bottles full of glass
a burn from plastic flames of past
a cast doesnt mean that broken pieces should last
for the renewal will never occur
fearsome dearsome and doleful
a spur of the moment decision thats hopeful
a bowl full of concepts berating an old soul
but also the meal will never occur
a hungry and mangled existence
a hurt that never heals, for instance
a distance doesnt make you a witness
for the pain has never occurred
Oct 8, 2021
Oct 8, 2021 at 2:54 PM UTC
the flame fell to me
in the evenings of starless skies
sturdy as a pine
red as my blood
(you are unbreaking
quaking)
my mother whispered nothings
into my ear
and i was lulled asleep in a pool.
the air quivers around me
i am numb to a faint
a sparkle dances in the water
i am afraid of it -
but i will swim to shore.
the flame fell to me
and i hold it behind my eyes.
hail Amphitrite -
the flame fell to me,
charming in the seas
and i will not taste the salt,
i will drink the fire -
as if the sun fell in the sea one day.
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 12:38 PM UTC
The blade pushes deeper
And yet I smile
A sick enjoyment
Of torturous pain
The cage is loose
As so the beast
Within from depths
Comes with wounded hide
The gaze unbreaking
The bond unfaltering
The life unending
The pain unbearable
The enjoyment unwavering
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 4:28 PM UTC
comes from the earth
a flower roughly
divulges tenderest
colours in early
morning dew lathered
becoming immutable
unbreaking
destroys
Apr 22, 2012
Apr 22, 2012 at 11:34 PM UTC
Children are...
rather innocent creatures
Or at least,
I,
in my protected, childhood of fairy tales
Princesses and superheroes and talking frogs
Was
My third grade diary when asked to name something precious
-Family
Unlike toys unbreaking
Keeps you happy and safe
Rather,
precocious I was at that
but still too much
-Naive
As I still am,
of course
See, the thing about adolescence
Is
Hormones raging, from crushes to bullying to acting out
The time when we
Think
We're out of the Naive
Quite dangerous, really
Since, we're really Not
A whole butload of
"adult"
stuff I'll probably
Be subject to and
May have been earlier if not for
My reclusive tenancies
and lazy ways
and protected life
I say it,
In a careless manner
Trying to look cool, even in poetry
But, like, it's going to happen
I'm going to come face
to face
Have to make
a choice
And it's nothing to be intimidated about
I tell myself
Still,
Truly a question
to consider,
I'm assuming,
one day I'll mature
And when that day comes...
Will I still be the little girl
With the two bouncing pigtails
Scrunched up face
Pencil too tight grip
Recreating
Oval eyes, smiley lips, long hair
My nth drawing of a girl?
Mind uncluttered
with what could be
what should be
what would be
Only, what is
And what I want
Hmm...
But as the clock strikes twelve another day has gone by
and it's well past time for me to go to bed
Another year, past
More time gone by
More memories to reminisce about
But...
Also more to look forward to
Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 12:11 AM UTC
Regrets and mistakes riddled
In a fading abyss
Where services long past rest
Are shackles at the soul’s behest
Crawling in the ashes of perception
False comforts ring as hollow realities
Bound, unbreaking, unyielding
To withering ideologies
In the demagoguery of fears
Hearts are burning so bright
When their truths are set alight
Never to cross the surface in their plight
The detriments born of desire
Create the fuel to a new kind of fire
Seizing the boundaries
Consuming rationality
In decisions to face
Creations belie
The beauty and foulness
Where reflections
Of imperfection
Die
Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 4:31 PM UTC
Did you hear that?
It was the sound of my heart
Unbreaking
I never thought
This day would come. . . .
Surprise!
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 4:26 PM UTC
Once upon a long ago
Yet lingering each day
The mind confines what heart defines
Then twists it every way
Forming mountains out of mole hills
Crafting worries from thin air
‘Til the things which should not vex me
Cast my heart into despair
In my surety, I worry
In my bravery, I fear
In my strength, I fashion weakness
‘Til my joy sheds sorrow’s tears
While the victories fought long for
Find defeat within my mind
I convince myself unworthy
Of what I want most to find
If any hope should cease to matter
If any wish should cease to be
If any dream should wake unwoven
It’s because I’ve doubted me
But when years have brought but failure
Every hope shot down in turn
Each broken dream and ungranted wish
Leaves my confidence to burn
If faith can move a mountain
Tell me why I feel so low
And feel a failure though I’m trying
Filled with misery and woe
Even when my smiles are widest
I’m still haunted by despair
Although I hold fierce to hope
My doubts seem always to be there
So if it takes a word to matter
Bringing beauty so to bloom
May I cast the spells of silence
Deep within depression's tomb
May I vanquish all my demons
Which not even love can tame
As you do the rest with but your voice
Your all…even your name
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 12:57 AM UTC
I hate odd numbers, to be more exact I fear them
That is not to say it applies to every facet of my life
Three at the end of the day is my favorite number
It's just in every other circumstance that they seem to haunt me
Like my nightmares only occurring when my alarm is set odd
Something caused by one of my benign idiosyncracies
-Nonetheless, I'm faced with odd numbers when I sleep
When I awake
When another family member has chosen the grave as a resting place
When times seem to change unexpectedly
I'm anxious about many things
But all seem minuscule compared to those numbers that follow me
Unbreaking and ration
They belong; I do not
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 1:31 AM UTC
…
Your parched, cracked lips taste like they have been deprived,
robbed of sunshine, shattered porcelain, and cutting mine.
But I continue.
I kiss the sorrow off your dark lips, and
taste bitter words, the foul bile of arguments.
I should not be your sun:
A sun will dry out anything. (Such as our love.)
The sun is unmatched; it has no equal. (You are my equal and there can be no two suns.)
Too much sunshine burns the skin.
(On the contrary, my endless hours of caressing your skin give only life.)
Therefore, I will be no sun.
My lips are the calm before a storm, as it hovers over your own.
With each kiss I breathe new life into your mouth,
soothing your cracked desert lips and bathing the Earth anew.
I rewrite the clay sculpture of our love, at the brink of being dried by my past words.
As my tongue molds the cracks together and peels away the dead layers,
I find the sweetness of affection underneath.
You held a flicker of a candle within for all this time.
Slowly, your Earthly lips turn warm and soft.
I watch your pupils expand
as if they were midnight seeds in rich brown soil,
cautiously blooming in your eyes.
For a fleeting moment I assumed these would grow to vibrant flowers
but I was wrong; these are no flimsy, seasonal flowers.
In your eyes is a strong sapling that will grow and endlessly reach for the sky.
In time it will embrace the rain with unbreaking branches that taste the falling raindrops,
falling like your warm tears before my eyes.
...
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 8:58 PM UTC
Roll away your stone I'll roll away mine
My favourite line from a sweet song I liked
It points - I guess - to the unbreaking faith
two people have
and never lose - unless they lose themself
Why do we fear to hold and touch this faith
and keep it up?
Why do we race through life, and miss so many things
and lose our breath?
Sitting and writing, here, I'm slightly frightened -
I risk a lot these days, or maybe not enough
Rough tides have shaken me a lot
Fierce creatures have approached
and have been tough on me;
But yet -
Yet
I continue to uncleverly walk on
with open arms
whatever comes and harms my flesh
This is a statement for something
that everyone should dare to seek
a deep, deep urge for truth
or faith, or any of these words
It hurts to see people I like dispair
because they fear the step
Please look at you
and feel that you may care
and that it's just your right to wish
for it -
Go wash your face
and comb your hair, my love:
It's time.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 12:16 PM UTC
Rolling water hitting
Hardy rocks unbreaking
Hands and feet are shaking
Empty net is floating.
No fish,no fish today
Bad luck is here to stay
Nothing to do but pray
Drive the bad luck away.
The empty stomach pains
Bed sheet red with blood stains
Life slowly, slowly wanes.
Happy moment awaits
Scotch, very sweet is tastes.
The liquid meets parched lips
Smile,smile at life's eclipse.
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 5:39 PM UTC
in the end all he had was himself,
even that's not true
what he didn't know was that in loving her he would lose himself,
no longer able to put the pieces together of the puzzle inside of him
looking at the mirror, it's unrecognizable
just the reflection of a stranger staring back with hollow eyes.
he sees her living happily, a new boy, and with all the pain inside he still wishes nothing but the best
but he knows she will have to keep those memories
just as he does, vividly running through his mind like a movie stuck on replay
the good
the bad
now he sees her in everyone he looks at
compares the next girl to what was his life.
ripping him apart, nobody could ever compare
the guard on his heart now an unbreakable shell, blocking anyone from entering or escaping
still painting the perfect image of her inside of him.
just another unattainable standard for the next to fail to reach
and in the end
he is left with nothing,
just those hollow eyes.
that unbreaking shell.
and impossible comparisons.
Dec 20, 2019
Dec 20, 2019 at 1:39 PM UTC