"unchaining" poems
-you rip up your coffee cups after you're done with the drink just as an excuse to stay and talk longer yet the thought of spending time unchaining your fears fights the red in you to conquer them in groups of 2
-did you forget that you were once an artist who could move mountains into valleys just to brush the snow off them?
-whoever set fire to the blooming flowers you holistically grew in your heart was only doing you a careful favour because you never liked orange roses and now you're watering glowing daises that suit your vibe anyway
-brick walls aren't as blocked off as they seem but the cement keeps them together like the sky is willing to do for you
-stop picking apart the petals on peonies and maybe the stars will stop picking pieces of peace off of you
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 10:29 PM UTC
Lately,
my words have hit the trash can
rather than decorating
the wall of fame.
My mind is on a constant frown,
deeply obsessed with you.
I wanted your life to be perfect,
not flawed with worries
about tomorrow.
I wanted you to reach the height
of unlimited potential.
But lately, I’ve been the one
delaying your deliverance,
creating treason and misery.
Making you less
than you were before.
Lately...
...my words tainted your soul
with disappointment.
Unmade your dreams
and disrupted the prosperity
of your wants.
Young titan - no longer mine,
Letting you go,
unchaining your heart
making you soar...
Equates...
unsurmountable measures of pain...
...and alcohol.
Diary confessions
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 3:55 PM UTC
At her first touch,
the flesh scattered
into ethereal fragments,
unchaining an immortal soul.
Nov 24, 2018
Nov 24, 2018 at 11:31 AM UTC
Without you, what do I have?
In you, my mind has settled,
In my eyes, my dreams are imprisoned.
Day and night, in unbearable anguish have I waited,
But, just the bitter pain of separation, you have brought.
Never did you see what my heart yearned.
When all I wanted was light from you,
It is only darkness that you have filled me with.
Open my inner colors with your ray of love,
And bring hopes of life into my barren heart.
Release me from this anxiety by unchaining me,
I will have a new life with you,
I will see a new world through you.
~ Translation to English by Bharathi
From Kannada: "ನೀನಿಲ್ಲದೆ ನನಗೇನಿದೆ?" by M. N. Vyasa Rao.
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 7:29 PM UTC
coldness wraps my body and scoops me up in a tight hug
the feeling of nails scratching on metal , run up and down my skin
unchaining my self up from the monster hosting my head
like a disease has taken over my entire body - a parasite
i try to conquer my fears
but these tears , running down my cheeks tell their own story
so i don’t fight back and listen to the ocean on my face
trying to understand why its so hard for me to live in this place
my tears ventured into different places, traveled the universe and beyond
looking for something or someone they could call home
they try to come out of my eyes because they can no longer hold on
they build up then fall down
waterfalls then create a stream
lumps building up in my throat , i can’t speak
but these tears they like to form their own way of speech
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 7:55 AM UTC
My agent for apeiron appeared standing
In classical grey coat stopping me by one
Palm reaching toward ninth heaven nine
Such is the gaze poetics, astonished thing
From the shinny reawoken dynastic ring
From my mind I call you on n' on dreamy
My uncatchable personal erudites library
Many thorough smiles unchaining liberty
Of bridges forms n' our humming colours
Above erased reliefs, wave waters mistery
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 10:38 AM UTC
Walking too many miles,
Carrying your weight on my shoulders,
Hand in hand, we watched all their smiles,
Months turned into years,
Invisible and unnoticed by the eye,
Friends? We never were,
You whisper reasons for me to cry,
Slipping away every single time,
running away…
Two,
Three,
Four…
Unchaining and breaking off, yet still clinging on what’s left of me,
Let go, Let go, Let go,
I can’t.
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 9:36 AM UTC
Dear Ex-Lover,
A poem for you I have,
but the words are faded and the
ink is running leaving my poem scrambled.
Love.
Love? What is it? I thought I had it for you. But it seems my love was not enough to keep you with me.
Age.
Was age really that big of a problem? That big of a delay? I would’ve moved mountains for you, even at my age.
Jealousy,
Was it so bad that I was jealous? You had a line of girls wanting you, waiting for you! Begging for my scraps. If the roles had been reversed wouldn’t you have done the same?
Lies.
Did you really only tell me lies? I needed more from you! I told you the truth, I believed your lies and loved you for them.
Pleasure.
I was not your pleasure machine. Was that the only reason you wanted me? You made me feel used as if I was nothing. Was I nothing?
Freedom.
Do you want your freedom? Well I hope so because I’m letting you go and unchaining myself from you. I was like a caged bird trapped inside both of your hands, and I’m forcing you to open them so I can fly away.
My poem is scrambled
for you my ex-lover my words
are tear stained and the ink faded.
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 2:29 AM UTC
I looked the demon in the eyes
I saw through its mask and lies
A dark, foggy, circling, shadowy pit
And this shadow, I put my hand through it
I caught sight of my childhood self
Being choked by the Shadow, damaging her health
"Let go!" I called to her
"Never! There is no cure!"
So I responded, "Fly again, my little dove!"
To which she replied, "I just want love."
"In a wound, you are putting salt,"
"I'm telling you, it wasn't your fault!"
And with these words, the Shadow flew across the room
I hugged my younger self, then grabbed a broom
I jabbed at the demon with an angry fit
When younger me whispered, "Do not hurt it."
And before I could try to understand her pain
I saw her darkness and the Shadow linked by chain
I dropped the broom and grabbed a knife
And started to sever their conjoined lives
I heard a faint wail from the Shadow and the child
Severing it and hurting her would be completely wild
I turned to the Shadow, "I have a deal,"
"Unchaining yourself, but remaining by our side would be ideal."
The chain disappeared, and the Shadow hovered
And when I took me and the child outside, us he covered
I led myself to the edge of the world
With all the Shadow's troubles left unfurled
I led her to an empty beach
The sky, the color of a ripe, juicy peach
We laid on the sand, staring at the sky
While the Shadow behind us would fly
We watched the sun slowly go down
Underneath the ocean it began to drown
And when the sun disappeared totally under the sea's blue
I turned around, and turns out the Shadow did too
Oct 3, 2024
Oct 3, 2024 at 5:54 PM UTC
**The reality
of who we are resides
in this word..
It may seem as loneliness
an ungrounding of roots
frightening perhaps..
Or an unchaining from the
hold of a place
a dislodging into a
space-like fullness
a non-local experience
of real freedom...**
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 3:31 PM UTC
I collect every
one
that resides within,
memories
that need unchaining.
Never letting rivers
flow
away your happiness
ebbing
emotions saturating inside.
I'll inhale every
sorrow
that needs release.
Hues
of sentiment painting within.
Never letting you
drown
from tears descending down.
Vessel
of your dejection, I'll never fill up.
Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 10:08 AM UTC
you cant stop the rain from falling
too many drops
you cant stop freedom from unchaining itself
too many links
you cant stop the road from extending
into the sunset
its too connected
you cant stop dreaming of free flight
locked in a cage
you cant wear red
in a sea of blue because
you will stick out
you can hope for greener grass
walking in a desert
you can count your blessings
when you have little
you cant count your blessing when you have
too much. The difference will not be noticed.
you can be free
inside yourself
and you can be free
alone.
I know that much.
I've tested all these cans
and cannots!
Author Notes
Contemplation 7. Freedom
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, a month ago
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 8:07 PM UTC
a torrent rests uneasy
in my soul.
heart unspilled to the ear of
ever-loving God.
why do I stay away
why do I stay awake,
when grace and sweet
redemption wait my
soul
if only I speak
unchaining heart
and soul to be
entered, swept and
renovated painfully by the dead, undying
Savior of my soul.
Lift up your weary, aching silence,
you ***** tired soul.
Let not the halls of God above
lay still, unmarred by the
whimper of this self-inflicting
dog.
Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 10:11 PM UTC