"unburden" poems
I need to cleanse it, free myself
Of this burden tainted upon
My being. Cinders are drenched on
Flesh
Spirit
Expunge
That which writhes is not burnt away,
So I must eradicate its stench
It violates upon my being
I unburden the pressures so released,
Pyroclastic flows breath exfoliation on my
Soul,
Pealed,
Freed
Of that stench scorched into oblivion
I relish in the torment of those below
Freshly parched earth as lungs burn breath,
"Fallen misery descends in singed flesh"
I release the Feathers weighted down
Haemorrhaging as crimson flows to the
Stems, expanding into the beauty
Of death, I am
Released,
Liberated,
Redeemed
Upon the fallen as I step upon ash
"Bones, death, rebirth"
As no longer afflicted,
I am once again blanched as purest darkness
Is Neither black or grey
"But lucid white"
"As purity is only clean"
"I am purity of darkness"
And the taints of humanity are flakes upon
Silent statues upon the ground, I am malevolent incarnate..
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 5:15 PM UTC
Unburden me my wiley friend from all my mundane woes
Release the threads that bind me here, submit me to your throes
Happily you blur the lines and change the days perspective
Mollify me with your lies and kindly dope objective.
It’s pleasant here, I have no care to change this altered state
Inhibitions lose their power to taunt me and berate
I perform well, I entertain, I please so easily
Popular I find myself within your potency
But soon I find the last drops have now dried up in the glass
Your soothing draft has poured its fill, your best has come to pass
And in its wake you leave for me a tender raw emotion
That carries me upon a wave of heady dissolution
The tears they stream, I am a mess, back down to earth I plummet
All former worries amplify now you have reached your summit
I was misled, you’re not my friend, a pariah in disguise
You sought to trick and confuse me put beer goggles on my eyes
So now into my bed I crawl to rest with bland submission
The toilet has already shared with me your vile emissions
I close my eyes I pray for sleep, my head already throbbing
I enter sleep in throes of self-absorbed, repentant sobbing
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 11:45 AM UTC
I know it's dark
And I'm scared and alone
I pray and I hope I'm not on my own
Im falling down to my own little hell
Will you please fall with me?
You say I'm an angel tattered and scorned
And at times I wish I was never born
Could you fall with me?
Be by my side every day and night?
I know you can't promise peace
But with you I'll be alright
I'll burn with you
Let
The
Flames
Consume us
May death unburden us
Ease me of my pain
I'm killing the past
These things won't last
I can't change yesterday's pain
But you bring hope of brighter days
I'm falling with you
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 5:46 PM UTC
In moments of raging to the hospital, the jolts from the road, the squeal of the tires, and the tripping of your feet only multiply your anxiety. Delicacy is suspended amply in the air, hanging daintily on the thread of life and death.
Delicacy is the soft and inconsistent beeping from the cardiac monitor. It controls your thoughts; yet is only a shadow on your radar. It shares the rhythm of the pounding in your head, and the thumping in your chest. You strain to shut everything out, leaving only the shy quiver of breathe slithering out from their lax lips. Their lips tremor under the reign of some foreign enemy, and their eyes flutter from an unseen truth. It is the suffering you wish to unburden them from, the pain you would inflict upon yourself in return for both their lives intact.
Delicacy is a light fragrance, a mixture of disinfectant and sweat. Is it the scent of creating a life, or the imminent end of it? Beads of perspiration stream down your face and sting your eyes.
The sweet caress of silk treads faintly underneath your fingertips. You rub the back of her hand, clammy and fragile. Rubbing the skin, you forget who the comfort is more for while footsteps pierce the stillness in the air. A figure dawned in white appears before you. Their form blurs in and out of focus, their voice a toneless muddle seeping through your cloud of stupor.
Delicacy is a whisper flashing goosebumps across your skin, "We can only save one of them." It is the realization that too much pressure, and two months premature, is a cocktail dyed with poison. She looks to you with eyes of understanding and acceptance.
Delicacy is the collapsing of all you know. It is the berating of incoherent words tumbling from your lips for the pure sake of escaping. You're swiftly taken from the room, kicking and screaming to the hallway.
The unsettling tick of the clock mocks your every fiber. You **** the void of silence with the tapping of your foot, taming yourself from barging your way into the room. With the screaming from the bed, the instinct of protection, the stiffening of your back, the nurse quickly ushers you back in.
The soft and consistent rising of the baby's chest is surrounded with the light fragrance of life. The plush fibers of the yellow blanket tug on the skin of your fingertips. The fascination apparent in your eyes, look to her while wondering how this little body will have the biggest impact on your life. Delicacy is the soft whisper flashing goosebumps across your skin, "We made it."
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 1:19 PM UTC
The quirky signboard said it in bold
Welcome to the house of Sweet Fragrance
*Here your hair will be shaped in the finest mould
While you relax in blissful trance!*
I stopped by this name cute and smart
A hair losing shop called Sweet Fragrance
Tempted to go in though I needed no cut
Too impressed to keep a distance!
I stepped into a house with the finest smell
With the pretext to unburden my head of some hair
It was a Garden of Eden away from hell
A dreamy languor pervaded its air!
There wasn’t in the glasses a face to look
The place seemed a haven for the peacefully mute
I was offered a chair in the dimmest lit nook
To surrender myself to the forbidden fruit!
Time stopped blurred away my sight
I felt such bliss had no second chance
Knew why Adam embraced his plight
*Succumbed to Eve’s Sweet Fragrance!*
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 1:36 AM UTC
Shards of sail staple sky to sea as fingernail-thin boats lean in to the horizon.
The surge of surf converses constantly with the silent shore, urging its message upon the oblivious beach.
My children scramble on the man-made groyne, a facsimile of wild rock, in which they find caves 'with a proper rock on top' (Bea) and 'a hundred miles deep' (Willem).
We are here on bikes, salt wind in our hair, and my *** slowly absorbing moisture from the almost-dry sand as they unburden their youth upon the rocky playground.
And then come the treasures.
A flat shell the size of my palm and worn pearlescent smooth.
A fossil pebble of concentric ingrained ripples.
'Something amazing Mummy,' comes the cry. 'You have to see this stone; the colour of Coca Cola,' shouts my boy.
More treasures emerge and are grafted on to the sandy pile.
Quartz-like lumps and a mussel entangled with tiny seaweed strands and miniature white shells, like micro leaves and hints of feta in a fancy restaurant.
The boy wears welly boots, no socks, and a plastic medal around his neck. 'Batman, Batman, Batman,' comes the cry, while Bea determinedly scans heaven and Earth for jewels to stud her imagination.
Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 11:03 AM UTC
My uncle slit a man's throat with a box cutter in my childhood home and didn't apologize.
Sitting in a circle filled with crack smoke and stale beer breath.
This is a shining example of what I've lived with
and the lengths I've had to go to escape the thing people call "destiny".
Thievery, lies, pressure, and violence
has been calling my name for the longest.
But I know the voice too well to be taunted.
Words are my freedom and words are my piece of mind.
There is not a single substitute.
Whether poem, prose, or paragraph,
This is the only calling I've ever had.
I've lived with a hoarder, addicts, senility, and ignorance
in a variety of different combinations and forms.
At times, power, water, freedom, money, necessities, have all been an unachievable thing to me.
Lost to the vile goals of those folk I love.
I am the only one who sees the beauty in the fragile and odd.
The others see only a mess on a paper, and move their eyes to the nearest glowing box.
My father drowned when I was six.
My grandfather followed soon after.
My mother felt the stab of this and caved so many times.
I witnessed and shared the burden of her pain and grief.
My grandmother forgot everything she ever loved or knew, and short after passed as well.
Pets and possessions,
friends and followers.
All gone with a drastic breeze.
I am the one with the vision, but I am trapped in a shell of a city,
covered with that wretched stink of refined soy.
Will I be able to unburden the world from myself?
You all give me such great courage and allow me to share the beauty as I see it.
You all have such great skill with symbols and it makes me feel like home isn't far.
I want this. I want this.
If I keep breathing like the rest of the world
I feel I may miss the sound of the world's heartbeat.
But my death would not bring a solution for the ones I love.
Only a warrant for more death.
I need this. I need this.
With my words, I conjure up hell.
And hell brings with it the familiar.
Run little kitties, run.
The Doubling House and The Sequential Church will not hold forever.
My havens are temporary, but the craters are forever.
I will struggle till the pain becomes all I am
and I buckle under the weight of what I shouldn't have taken
from the mighty Atlas.
I do this for me.
I do this for you.
Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 2:58 PM UTC
There is a fundamental hardness
In this body, strapped between my legs.
Feminine energies from within warp
The fragile bounds of reality around me.
But what right do I have with *****
To summon the mother, call myself woman?
Every right.
My peoples told a tale closer to people
Still with connection to the heavens,
Roles for everyone. Gods did not deny
Their existence over time like some do.
But I deny the gods and dogmas and
I'm disenfranchised from my tribe
As a ghost in the machine in the very
Heart of western Christianity's
Destiny.
I get hard. It's not a problem. I cup my
******* in silent reminder with the
Dimmest hope of finding love and family.
Just as my elders, I live and speak at fires
Now write it, too, through ill, darkness in day.
All of the time I put into trying not to die,
It fashions me.
It fashions me.
I write the same words over and over telling
Stories of sadness and anger to outcast strangers.
I traded the ease of violence for pixel and ink,
So please take the words,
Unburden me.
Jun 1, 2017
Jun 1, 2017 at 2:00 PM UTC
Are you alone?
The last one left
In your family?
Or maybe
The only one
Not invited?
Is everyone happy
Except you?
How will you explain
The whys
To a daughter
Trapped
Inside too many goodbyes
How will you explain
Your absence
To a son
Caught
In your inability
To be a presence
In his life
But do you cry
Or become angry?
Who can you blame
For the misery
And the burning flame?
What of a lonely man
Buried in memories
Of a happy past
That will not bring comfort
Today
Memories that await
To torment
Refusing to relent
As the answers
To a burning heart
Point to the idea
Of departing
This cruel world
To **** the pain
And join his family
In heaven
What do we say
To these people?
How can we make them happy?
How can we make them see?
That they are not alone
And that their tears
Form a torrent
With our own
To wash the pain
Away
To bring us closer
To see that others
Suffer as we do
And that we
Are the answer
And they
Answer for us
Yet we remain
Unable
To join as one
So we cry alone
And hope
For hope
And a future
With a child
Or a memory
Or a loved one
Or a stranger
Who sees in us
The fear and despair
That lives
Inside of them
Fear and despair
That only another human
Can understand
Tell me your troubles
Don't make me happy this Christmas
Make me sad
Because of your need
To tell me
To unburden yourself
Yes... make me sad
Burden me
So I can unburden you
So I can make you happy
Knowing that you can cry
And validate your worth
As a human being
And not an unfeeling
And uncaring
Soul
Make me sad
We will be sad together
And then we will be happy
And then we will become
What we are
Love
Because
We can give
And receive
Blessings
Together
And
We will remember
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 8:49 PM UTC
where have all the lovers gone?
down the drain with the blood?
through the window with the light?
or were they ever even here to begin with...
was it just fantasy playing out our untold desires
of eternal happiness and hopeful tomorrows
dancing through our hearts and minds
like nymphs through the forests
and water through the leaves
rain through the petals..
leaving flashes of light
on the darkened hearts of the world.
oh, lovers, we need you now more than ever,
to unburden the souls of these frightened men
too scared to open their eyes
and become the spirits they long to be.
lift us from this pit we dug ourselves into
and kiss our heads with cherry lips.
show us how to thrive again.
be the lovers we once knew.
hopeful lovers, thankful lovers, loving lovers
let us be you.
Nov 6, 2012
Nov 6, 2012 at 4:19 PM UTC
Bare handed I crawl my way up
Towards the sun if I must
"Unburden my mind, mother. Stomp on my ego, make it null, but make me whole.
Feb 15, 2021
Feb 15, 2021 at 7:48 AM UTC
Waiting to combust
With the rowdiest
Sons a *******
So Solipsistic
How are all of you
Steering this ship
From a sole conscious
What does the abyss say?
Honestly I am fed up
With their kind!
Always
Trying to rewrite
The psalms of witches
All I got's my word
So that's all you'll be given
What?!
You gonna burn me?
Go 'head
Unburden me
Of these "impurities"
Energy's eternal
Watch as it's transfered
From my fingers
Back into the earth
The final embers were flickering
For what felt like forever
Sizzle
Crackle
Pop
They'll never learn from this
Jun 27, 2024
Jun 27, 2024 at 7:56 PM UTC
"Escribe con los pies, poeta de la calle"
"Write with your feet, poet of the street"
days of no inspiration,
nights of emptiness irritation,
labor strife strives to divide,
the desire, the greedy needy,
to unburden, touch lips to tablet,
unsatisfied, muse departed
for foreign lads in foreign lands,
where dark eyed ladies sing
put the load right right on me
where once I saw poetry,
now I see lessons of less,
trees blowing whipped me frenzied,
saw cappuccino foaming,
revisited, now, see but tired dancers,
de-auditioned, sent home to wonder,
poets with paper cuts but no bleeding,
so eager so desirous of conceiving, thinking,
will I ever......................................again
once, every step a poem,
every sidewalk crack,
a smack down of nuance,
eye recorded,
mind disordered,
run home, to dance
each vision into words,
gloria, glorious just to walk
my city streets
once upon a time,
a traffic light rainbow,
stopped n' go, was a word design,
demarcated visions of spun sugar,
bodegas sold me
magic beans by the pound,
masterminded into cups of delight,
treasury's bounty overflowed,
now, dregs drain, sink stained,
as are my writing utensils,
my ink stained, us-less, fingers
come visit me, unknown stranger,
let us exchange fluidity, barbs,
a contest of kissing, eye lashing
wit ands shared vision stashing,
and together, once more,
write with our feet,
while holding hands,
becoming once more
poets of the street.
Only, come quickly,
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 5:31 PM UTC
Take my hand, for as long as you want to hold.
Lean on me as you unburden yourself from the baggage you'd been carrying around. And if you wish to do neither, I'll sit right beside you and share your silence.
#RitzWrites
Jun 28, 2021
Jun 28, 2021 at 1:22 PM UTC
Being alone and being lonely are two different things
Feeling alone or feeling lonely are two different things too
Alone, meaning no one is around
Feeling alone means there's people all around, but in you mind, heart, and soul you're all alone inside
Lonely, meaning you're single and searching
Feeling lonely means you're always alone, no matter the place or people
Alone
Or
Lonely?
I am both
I feel alone and I am alone
I feel lonely and I am lonely
My soul is cold and empty
But my body is warm and full
My body is heavy
And my spirit heavier
My mind the storm and my heart the war
Will it ever end?
The overcrowding loneliness and the loud silence that comes with it
Or the feeling that I'm alone
I cry
I mourn
But what am I crying for?
What am I mourning?
Am I crying for death to take me?
So that he can warm my soul and unburden my spirit?
Am I mourning the life I'm living?
Am I mourning the future I think I'll have?
Am I mourning that death doesn't want me, or that he doesn't love me the way I love him?
Am I crying and mourning the deep thirst I have for him?
I think I am
And I'm not sure if I'll ever get over him, or stop wanting him
He was my only solace except writing
He was the only thing I thought I could control
But I don't
He controls it
He decides whether to push me away or to bring me closer
This burden I carry
It breaks me a little each time I feel I should die
Why haven't I died? I think
I should be dead. Someone else who deserves to live should have the rest of my years.
I always think this
Then I think of others
The pain ebbs, but still flows much more greatly later, when I'm thinking too much, feeling too much
Am I alone or lonely?
I think I'm both
And as I said in one of my last poems: Am I trash or golden?
I'm not sure
Am I trash because I'm too broken, or am I golden because I'm broken in a beautiful way?
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 1:18 PM UTC
Unburden my heart
With soft words or hard
Unseen unformed words
Like clay in a jar
What can my soul spring
But fountains of dreams
From the depth of divine
What will my muse bring
Unburden my heart
And set my mined free
Untainted by memories
Of the hell I have seen...
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 3:03 PM UTC
Walking over ice,
above thick frozen sea surface,
how could one imagine,
a sunken ship is below there,
that once carried lives and hopes,
wrecked and buried-
now part of a myth
our frozen past unseen.
One understands things,
the way one pleases,
and makes oneself believe
it is the truth.
In certain moments,
silence alone speaks,
making you aware of
other realities.
You see wonders and realize,
you need to change,inside out
to be in tune with realities;
often times fantasies in masquerades.
The water world below
has its own realities,
I see the water bed, clear,
eerie and desolate.
smooth rounded pebbles,
bearing mysterious meanings,
imbibed in their lives in rolling,
from mountain to plains,
on their way to sea.
Marked stones peered at my face,
with petrified dense smiles.
I felt a stranger, a fictitious being.
"Come on" they said,
"time is cruel,
we are trapped here under,
beds of rivers and lakes,
unable to unburden our
ancient memories
of primordial world,
heaped on us through ages."
I felt the presence of an invisible sea,
mermaids of the past,
with mysterious stories,
girls drowned and took
refuge there never to go back.
Water world is the other side of
darkness, permeated by
a yellow light in which
strange life forms masquerading as
eels, shrimps and cuttle fish,
tell you strange tales
you never want to believe.
I came up quick,
surfacing in another world
and found,
the girl i love to be with,
stands perplexed.
"Did you by any chance
find a world down there
and decided to stay back,
I was wondering" she teased.
"And perhaps there would be a girl,
who would have enticed you,
with her cold charm
and voluptuous curves"
*"Truth" I told her," is stranger indeed,
There is a world, but it shouldn't
keep you enthralled,
we should forget it for now"
though told her this, I didn't
name that maiden wearing dark
whose eyes are all expectation*
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 5:36 AM UTC
Thoughts fester and wallow in retrospection
Regret reclines upon your left shoulder
Gloom unforgiving sits upon your right
Prodigious and ever bolder
Attired in the colors of the night
Vacant is the once brilliant soul
It's path freely chosen
Ah unwelcoming heart bloodless and morose
Once pulsating with love and life now infinitely frozen
Indeed it becomes you
As glittering tomorrows metamorphose into yesterdays
Anger devours the futile effort
To unburden one's self of taunting shades
No words of this world shall relay to that which awaits
The unwavering constant confusion
When the moon grows dark on the wane
When Regret at leisure sits upon your left hand
Gloom hushed and brooding
Convenes with melancholy upon your right
Come the watching murmuring somber shadows
Provoking madness in the mind.
All Rights Reserved @ Tammy M. Darby July 27, 2017.
Jul 22, 2017
Jul 22, 2017 at 7:47 PM UTC
I speak your name
I touch you
from the cold you emerge
have I known you?
has it come to the point
where hearts must bleed
before they sing?
I can not believe
that I have loved you
for so long
and yet not see
what went wrong along the way
that the door between us
just snapped shut
have you suffered
cruelties that I
did not forsee?
and with a heavy load
that wanted to unburden itself
I cried....
long ago and far away
I seem to recall
you cradled me in your arms
the feeling stuck
to always haunt my mind
I ache with longing
for your touch
when was it born
this bitterness in our hearts?
why have we nursed it deep within
only to find shadows
climbing on our backs
clawing their way into the
very essence of our togetherness
somehow I believe
you must have loved me too
but that is gone now
and everything is through.....
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 6:35 AM UTC
Has this become my life?
Writing poems that few people take their time to read
Looking at the walls, windows, and shadows hoping to see light
Waiting to have a social life again
Has this become my life?
Waiting anxiously for a friend to call or text
Knowing that I can only count them with one hand
One hand because there are restrictions set upon my life
Has this become my life?
Talking to thyself in the middle of the living room
Listening to music and thinking of what could have been
Looking at thyself in the mirror and controling the tears
Painting my face with no ocation just because I'm bored
Has this become my life?
Overthinking each past situation
Realizing every mistake with agony
Looking at the sky and screaming why
Has this become my life?
Whispering to myself that it's all gonna be okay
Meanwhile listening to others enjoying the outside
Trying to be better in a bubble
Being judged by every single present mistake or action
Has this become my life?
Being the center of attention at home
Driving to doctors here and there, there and here
Getting labs done every once in a while
Has this become my life?
My entire future lying in the hands of others
Proffessionals determining which pills I should pop
Parents restricting my social life
Listening to every opinion of what I should do with my life
Has this become my life?
Bursting into tears in my mothers arms
Accepting only professionals and mom to unburden me
Denying help from others because the anger exceeds the forgivenes
Has this become my life?
YES.
Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 9:05 PM UTC
Blinded by iniquity
Being guided by unexplainable certitude
I can’t predict where the pieces will fall
But I will remember where they stood in the sky
They say I’m not at the point of grasping it all
Saying I’m a follower who needs to lead
I’m just attempting to find peace of mind
And a silent breeze of tranquility
I’ll still be there when the atmosphere fails
When widespread panicked screams break the barrier of sound
The cadence of the populations of hysterical cries match the racing beats of their hearts
I’ve tried hoisting my pressures and trouble over my head
And unburden myself of them
To put them in front of me instead
And dissect them all so I might comprehend
The hour glass goes against us
We have such ample time
So many paths we can walk
Full of laughs, pain and love, you take yours
I’ve found mine
-Tommy Johnson
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 12:47 PM UTC
Carrying round this cage of secrets
Heavy on the soul
Feel the last rattle upon me
Vultures fly overhead for cool pickings.
The battle is not with death but me
I feel the battles I've had throughout my life
Battles against me, few for me
Battles against myself.
Then death rolled open its rich tapestry
Oh, and was it red!
As I stepped onto that final rung
I felt the wrestling inside; the rattling of that cage.
Great is pity for carrying over this onerous charge
I ball my fist, rage at the skies
And nought but silence greets my fear
Thus graceful forward; no more to prove.
I've heard that G-d is love...
Let's hope I meet no wrath
I've heard speak of rebirth
Oh, let me unburden afore I leave.
And the rattle of the cage's so loud
Lying here, I try to tell you things
But 'tis of little use, for I am witness to
The last moments of this life . . . .
Eyes feel lead-laden, hands so heavy
Head feels like stone, an appendage
Tongue swells up; cannot speak
And the lights go out inside my head . . . .
Yes, someone turned out the sparkle in my core . . . .
(I think that . . . . no, I think . . . . )
And then . . . . simply,
I am no more . . . .
No more.
( . . . . )
Star Toucher, 21 February 2013
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 2:14 AM UTC
Claw back into the sunlit spaces between your many worlds
of darkness.
Lay down your head, unburden your weary bones
and bask in the knowledge that the stars remain turning above you.
You exhaust yourself weeping for god knows what.
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 11:48 PM UTC
The winter haze hangs on the meadow,
In the veiled sun the ghostly apparitions
Mourn the ritual of yet another day,
To smell the wet exudation of the grass,
To till the field praying for the sun!
Once a while moos pierce the silence
Joined by the clangs of the tiny bells
That adorns the creatures as mournful
As the ones goading them to move on!
They bellow when unable to take anymore,
Hoping for a miracle that would unburden
And bring a freedom only yearned in dreams!
But as ordained the pale orb grows bright.
God frantically pours his passion in the disc
Colors of which spill over in the firmament!
Blazes in another day of harvesting hopes.
Jul 26, 2013
Jul 26, 2013 at 8:27 AM UTC