"uncharged" poems
I once was a beautiful neutron star
Gleaming so bright, you could see from afar
But then my star collapsed & died
& an astrophysical object derived...
It shredded my light & vacuumed me in
Never to be seen or heard from again
But as my flames began to ensue
I discovered the entities undeniable truth!
It appeared that my light was being reflected from its core
Emitting a feeling I could not ignore
So, I relinquished my fears & spiraled down like a drain
(Realizing that space/time can never be changed)
Pass the first event horizon was the radius of no return
Where time stand still, lessons are sure to be learned
Because once I reached the tempestuous light
It repulsed me back with an inconvieble might!
My World may never be the same again
But the grandeur of our love was worth it in the end
& so it must be:
Angular momentum, nonzero; uncharged
Is by far the greatest result of a dying neutron star
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 10:41 AM UTC
So much is lost in language, something I remember every time I fail to describe your eyes. Maybe words are just the reality of life, truth without all the romanticism, but I can't help thinking that everything looks worse in black and white. The newspaper tells me about the **** that happened down the street, but the printed words can't describe the woman's screams as she was pierced in a way that will forever leave a scar. It doesn't give us the vindictive sense of power that the monster walked away with, still uncharged and roaming the streets. Words can't breathe life onto paper, but that doesn't stop us from trying to make a body out of ink. Something to hold close at night when sobs are held in and rib cages are sore.
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 3:37 PM UTC
Monday was the languidly curling wisps of steam
the cup of tea you didnt drink
Tuesday was the pale clouds hovering to the waves roaring
trying to keep up with your heart's beating
Wednesday was the phone you left uncharged the night before
your lover who left before you saw
Thursday was the lazy morning the window panes foggy
you woke up 10.00am your vision still hazy
Friday was sobranie
sweetly sickly you try to drown your worries
Saturday was the night sky starless
you sat beneath it, sleepless
Sunday was the low rumbling of the train tracks
blue skies turned into black
Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 4:48 AM UTC
I do not understand why my shell is stronger than my soul
every single subconscious want is stuck in an eternal state of escape
slowly clawing away at my energy field
even the conscious thoughts I udder now are a work of my frontal lobe
a combination of fat and water that will one day be just that
what will it take for this exponentially real self of mine to erupt
too long I have sat in a puddle of this realization, this discomfort,
waiting
I am living as a shell of a person
stuck in a continuum of who I am and who I want to be
in this other reality, everything is an unexplored field
I am on a new level each time I turn the corner
no longer are there restraints
no longer do I feel this pain
my mind is not stuck in this body because I am my mind
I am my experience and that of which is experiencing me is my soul
soon drifting I become every electrical impulse,
and all of which is uncharged at the same time
no longer am I woman or even human
I am what is, what is not, and what always has been
now infinite, I escape
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 8:57 PM UTC
She plays her games
on her tablet
in the living room
with the TV on
for noise;
he sits quiet
tapping at his keyboard
in the spare room.
She's put a load
of laundry
in the dryer;
he has pizza dough
rising in the oven.
Warm uncharged atmosphere
of peace aerates
the real estate in between.
Its fertile soil
allows the grandchildren
to set roots
undisturbed
by domestic drama
and tween-age traumas.
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 9:49 AM UTC
The shadow of my past
Follows me everywhere I go
Whatever I do last
It has to blow
The pain will never leave
I just learn how to deal
With the burning in my soul
With the questions unanswered
With the things that never happened
I only see the beginning
But I can't see the end
I can't see who's winning
I can't see were I went
I'm stock in here
The worst part of my life
Why can't I see clear?
Why can I see the light?
The air within my lungs
Is fulfilled with poison
With uncharged guns
And the twilight zone
The thoughts can seem to leave
The "what if "seems to stay
The bad regrets can't let be breath
And is everything in the same day
No night
No moon
No light
Only a large tune
There's no end
There's no start
Perhaps I'm dead
And that's why.
- G.R
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 7:37 PM UTC
get in the car, let's go for a drive
racing speedy far, making it alive
gas station love stop
bet you've never felt your heartbeat drop
no call? no problem
got my own life to live
adrenaline rush to blow a fuse
you've got nothing else to lose
the more falls apart, easier to depart
scream so they might go deaf
but keep it hush, your uncharged theft
juicy trip top and affection
you won't forget the night
you became free
lost all sense of direction
thanks to me
Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 8:56 PM UTC
It is a four way intersection
With no street lights.
An unlit cigarette
It is a car
with no headlights
No taillights
No signals at all
It is a hearth
with no fire.
It is no television
It is a chruch
with no windows.
An unlit candle
It is a stage
with no spotlight
It is a rave
with no lazers
It is an uncharged cell phone
It is never having a cell phone
It is crowding to watch an aura boreailois
With nothing in the sky
It is starless nights
It is a storm
With no lightning
It is a ship sailing to land in a storm
With no light house to guide them.
It is naked and safe
It is surrounded by dark
Surrounded by snow
Surrounded by spirits
It is grey eyes
that don't look back
they look through you
Into the light.
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 8:42 PM UTC
He awakes half dressed staring at the face of a stuffed bear
dressed in deceit as his uncharged phone holds the voice of unheard messages hidden
like beer receipts between numbered napkins
that hold the key to getting out of the locked attic
where boxes of the truth sit covered with dust
in the wind that blows away the blonde hair from her eyes
as she leans over to plant her lips on his
with seductive lashes and the touch of cold ice
that sends shivers down his spine
across his full liver
as he quivers
once more with the fear
of losing her
forever
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 12:04 PM UTC
The gun went boom
and left a hole in my chest
the blood came out in waves
gushes of hot and sticky red
I fell to my knees and looked down
and the sight of it freaked me out
because it isn't everyday you get shot
and I haven't read any books about dealing with such a thing.
so yes, it freaked me out.
pure organic 100% all natural freak out
I fall on my back.
My skin is starting to go cold
and my breathing is becoming shallow
I'm fading little by little
like an uncharged phone.
Please plug me back in
I need a ******* outlet, ASAP
But it's hopeless
everything is lost
I was shot in the heart
and this is what happens .
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 9:54 PM UTC
I woke up and the rain had stopped
but my clothes were still wet
from sitting in the wash overnight.
I krept to the coffee machine with my robotic legs,
uncharged from the night before
and my body was heavy
my body was a stack of red bricks,
harpened together by a broken back.
I congealed there
on the damp grass, pressing warm blades into my skin
leaking wet into me
and it felt like blood,
it felt like misery hospital beds
a torn out needle
seeping out fragile red.
the coffee was stale,
bitter settled there in the back of my throat,
clinging on to starved muscle
I couldn't swallow
I wouldn't swallow
Your taste was still there somewhere,
nestled in my gums to relish in later.
come down from that burgundy tree
those branches won't hold you for much longer
the maple is dying,
heart rot and wounded.
your home is here,
your home is here.
I gather myself in two parts:
1 part body
1 part will
And you gather yourself from the other side:
1 part will
1 part hope.
I prayed for rain in the morning
but I only got the afterthought
I prayed for your flesh in my hands by night
but I only got your urn, cold and heavy.
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 2:42 PM UTC
Have you ever felt that in living
You had failed in some irredeemable
Way Clinging to some fundamental
Failure of body and soul-Blame God
That you have not been loved by the
One you loved with all your heart and
Still were not worthy. Blame God.an'
Die For He made you and in the end
You are God's failure too It is He who
Abandoned me He must not be left
Uncharged nor can He be denied justice
If He is accused He must be tried for
His crimes against humanity before
He can be sentenced to be abandoned
Too
An abandoned soul an abandoned God
God its His choice at the end of the
Road we will travel together as One
The Way of knowing Love 'n joy; or not
Knowing why we live at all. I do not
Know if I should curse God and die or
Why I should not. if you see me 'n not
Help me in the troubles that drag me
To the grave with no one I loved caring
And the One who could -doing nothing to
Change things but gave me these words
I am telling Him I am sorry but it is how I
Feel and how He left me feeling alone,
If I speak wrongly I stand as Job and say to
God I spoke as I did because I knew not.
For Barbara My wife who first led me to Job's story
It was Job's wife who tired of his lamenting unrelenting
tribulations told him to: "Curse God and die" May she
Be in Heaven where as Jesus told us none do marry...
There still we Love as we did en our better dreams
Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 11:16 PM UTC