"unconcealed" poems
i cant seem to put it to words
when it comes to us
for we were once a pair
now forsaken with memories
everyday was a story
and there’s more to remind me
of the lovely times we had
of the looks that we shared
distances were nothing
illnesses were inferiority
to be together became a priority
and that was made mandatory
i cant help but
to not deny
that youre all i think about
whenever im alone
when all that’s left
is just thoughts of us
opened and unconcealed
just a place for settled dust
of you and me.
Jun 10, 2013
Jun 10, 2013 at 2:12 PM UTC
where shall I send my poems?
to my eyelashes,
for they beat irregularly
unconcealed and unconscious
like my poems
to my fingertips,
where they are released fluidly
they grasp, strained and staining, tapping breaths
like my poems
to my smile,
fleeting and happy weeping fortuitously
a lifetime of a whisper, glimpsed and gone
like my poems
to my brain,
where they are symmetrically born only to die ceremonially
a fireworks duration evaporating into a rich velvet
like my poems
like my poems,
none will survive me,
blemishes, pockmarks, beauty marks, residues,
in a flash bang born, in a flash bang consumed
3:08am dec. 9 2019
Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 3:17 AM UTC
I'm afraid she'll find out
If she gets too close
That my breathing is ragged,
That I'm both sweaty and cold,
That my heart is beating furiously,
That she matters more than she knows.
...
That her mere presence affects me,
And it's not something I can control.
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 8:45 AM UTC
*There was a time,
A time so fair,
A zero despair,
Cuz She was fair,
Life as I knew it was drizzling daisies,
Bleeding me the feel like the crazies.
Perfect absolutes,
Chimerical dilutes.
Enchanting moments with ephemeral bliss,
Rapt me into blissful abyss.
Ambient lightnings,
Forming supernova sightings.
My soul trapped in her seductive high,
Unknowing of her destructive lies.
Little was I was aware of her two-tone design,
My ****** Valentine
An alter ego so divine.
Demon with deceitful frames,
Unravelling her intimacy games.
Her bloodless lips whispering in the corridors of time,
Deporting me into her hate grimes.
Mutating into odium of torrential far cry,
Lies sarcastrophic podium of her mislaid demise.
Gagged and bound as me you broke down
And I believed everything,
As my love for you was logic drowned
Round and round I emanated all the way down.
Still submerged in the swamp of dummy beliefs,
Hoping to heal with concealed appeals,
Squeals of her feels reveal choking ordeals,
Cuz it was a different belief in a veiled inception,
Infinitely drowning with these unconcealed dogmas,
Remembrance feels like a past from yesterday,
All I am choked with are these Interstellar beliefs,
Detonating memories,
At the haste of light,
Giving me an anguish fright from the down right,
Corroding my heart with those Sulphur memories we once called a lifetime.
Like those 4 years with 4 million considerations.
Still lost in her maze of psychopathic daze,
Downward spirals decayed & set ablaze.
Reveries of her infinite sentiment once called transcendences.
All that’s left now are your radioactive reminiscences,
Of a place once called Tomorrowland.*
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 4:55 PM UTC
The knife I take down my throat
To vindicate my thoughts
Of ruinous infection,
Deceives all sensation,
All thoughts, and ceases
To exist myself,
Until the blade conceals,
And the only tell
Of even its unsheathing
Is that of the daylight
Pouring in through
Windows of which
I had forgotten,
To strike the flower
I left out alone in the open.
The scent of the previous day
Made aware though permeation
From the bottles
Left open
To fill the air
With their intention,
But lit candles
Will once again
Flush the awful realization,
As the day sheds colors
To the night,
And when the music hits,
And the temperament
Fills veins with built and bottled-up
Stresses, the candles will smell great
As the chaser takes away the sting
From the blade,
And the flower, unconcealed,
Let without any pressures
Or internal guilt,
Finally able to be myself,
If only for one more night.
Mar 26, 2021
Mar 26, 2021 at 5:42 PM UTC
That place where only you can take me
That I had forgotten
Fondest of memories arose from those moments
An instant high that causes bodies to quiver
Causes bodies to intertwine covered in dew
Draped in sheets shimmering in the sun
But you awoken that sense of hunger
Unconcealed heat that laid hidden beneath my skin
Waiting to inflame me, to rekindle those sparks
And it all began with that one touch
To remember where I belong
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 12:04 AM UTC
Body of beauty
body of grace
tied up neatly
in a bow of lace.
hands making haste
mind and body in a rush
lips yearning for a taste.
by cheeks red from blush.
Unwrapped, revealed
what's underneath
an explosive treasure
now unconcealed
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 10:44 AM UTC
Dearest love,
Tell me in my ear,
In the tone of voice,
That only I am privy to hear
.
How does it feel,
With me inside,
Your heart and mind,
And your body tight
.
Could it be more real,
When together we lie,
Sweaty skin and fiery eyes,
In embrace til morning rise
.
My passion unconcealed
My desires brought into the light
And sated with you, each passing night,
In the bliss of your piquant delight
.
Tell me love,
In your pleasured outcries,
And soft moans,
In your sweet sighs,
And your hushed tones
.
With every breath,
Every touch of soul and skin
And every spark between our minds,
Tell me dearest one,
How it feels to be mine.
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 11:56 PM UTC
His lips will taste different than any lips I've ever consumed
They always do
The most savory treat that I've had the pleasure of eating
Devouring.
Grabbing hold of, grasping firmly, and just scarfing down what is ultimately delicious
What is entirely mine
A snack that few have inhaled
That few have feasted upon
The perimeter that encompasses the area to which he makes me feel such bliss
Causing me to fall limp on my knees
Begging for more
Craving.
Pleading.
That I desire becomes every thing I've ever deserved
All I've ever wanted
Paralyzed by lust, he places his lips in bearings I have only dreamed of
Hallucinations struck into me by love itself
Debilitating.
Numbing.
Leaving me raw and defenseless
An unconcealed breast shimmering in the light cast from the sunset
Peaking through the drapes
The feeling of fragility keeping me taut
Strong.
Beautiful.
As he takes over my body
I lose my sense of self
Only to have it come back to me another day
Greater.
Grander.
More ***** than pure
When he places his hands on me I feel more alive than I have in years
And suddenly, there is no such thing as insecure
I am lovely
Gorgeous.
Better than any of the rest
No one else he skims will feel softer on his fingertips.
Jan 13, 2017
Jan 13, 2017 at 12:31 AM UTC
This is my body.
I am
Skin and bones.
Flesh and sin.
I am doing my best.
And I am finally learning that
If I am not good enough for you
Or you
Or you
It is not my problem to become good.
I am what I am.
I am this story and its pale slipcover
Covered with words that my skin drinks in.
Ink is toxic
But love burns more,
And I am starting to know the unsettling truth that has been hiding
In my marrow for years:
I am no addict.
I am afraid,
But I am not dependent.
I need nothing but these feet to kiss the ground
And this heart to love the world.
The faces I've chosen to worship
Are starting to blend and meld.
The universe is beginning to have its own visage
In every person I meet,
And suddenly they can all mean anything
And none of them
Can mean everything.
And that is a loss, yes, it's a loss of faith
Of a stubborn longing I have served for years
That one set of eyes may outshine the others.
But the truth is that anything holy that I have ever touched
I have made so with my fingertips.
Anyone lovely I have ever adored
I have painted with my heart.
We are alone again,
Me and my bone-white sheath,
And we look forward.
Today somebody told me that no love is worth it
If it ever hurts you.
What a concept, what a dream- it stopped me dead.
A person whose touch brought no pain?
And I thought on the possibility for a moment,
And realized that the only people who could ever hope to give and get no pain in love
Are those who dwell beneath gravestones in the silent fields
And never touch at all.
Bravery is stepping forward into a brutal world
Knowing that it WILL change you
That it will mar you
That it will
Eventually
Claim you
And stepping forward anyhow.
Here I am in my moonlight skin, soft and delicate and easily punched through
Like a paper lantern
But what have I to fear
When the only thing I know about this world
Is that it will **** me someday?
The only thing I can be certain of is that I will lose all of this,
And so I am free to enjoy it as I please,
Knowing that I suffer no punishment
Only inevitability
Only
Nature.
I step on.
I surge on.
I have learned in these weeks
How to stand before the world
My naked soul
Shining in the sun
And be unashamed of my fragility.
I have learned and it has seeped inside of me
And I have cast off a veil I have clung to like death
A shroud I've hidden beneath
And for the first time in a long time
I stand, unconcealed.
This is my body.
And I am
Undaunted.
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 5:22 PM UTC
Startling, simply.
***** form of white;
Pillar of morals
Tied to fables
That are taller still
Than even he.
And yet the sight
Takes wind from
The watcher.
Rapt eyes stroll
Languorously across him.
Form unconcealed
And no appendage
Draws undue focus.
Stale cupola air
Becomes spring in his repose.
His smirking dead eyes
Mock spectators.
He leaps and vaults
Through the deadened vaults,
Then furrows his brow, opens his mouth.
Mute shouts ring terribly here like slung stones.
Were he out in the elements, the earth itself might
Gape monstrously to sputter out, "Startling, certainly."
Feb 23, 2010
Feb 23, 2010 at 6:58 PM UTC
On my way home today I fell through time
I must have slipped on a theoretical banana peel
During my fall I watched the clocks unwind
Or perhaps it was life, just unconcealed
But that raises the question of what is real
Though hazardous content once you break the seal
I prefer my life with a touch of surreal
Oct 14, 2012
Oct 14, 2012 at 5:57 AM UTC
~ following “A Simple Poem”~ (1)
But of course, we reference revelations,
for our brief self-description are guises,
meant to hide, meant to impress, reveal
little, enhance our mystery, preserve our
secrecy. expose and hide simultaneously
within our mid-of-night aura mystiques
Safe behind the curtain, we wizards speak
in voices and tongues, giving up our innermost everything in verse, write of our blessings and our curses, holding little back while we give ourselves away, hint by hinting, writ by writing, a series of
+++++++’s
I choose, I chose, to dress my chess pieces
in a clear varnish, **** the consequences,
sail towards the torpedoes, heading direct
to meet your eyes, giving up my forest
tree by tree, poem by poem, a leaf and
a branch, only tinkering and fussing like a new parent over each new virtual birthing,
and then once tidied,
once spent,
my secrets unconcealed,
we wonder quick if each
puzzle when connected
to its predecessor is
understood
as a tiny pointilisme dot,
a speck
and that you are wise enough to
comprehend how each speck,
lives only unique in its
conjunction,
only tandem-with both the one
nearest and the ones dabbed a decade
long ago, and when you connect
my dots, I stand before you completely
a full and a naked folio,
one book of a single reveal,
the sum of my totality,
an addition of many integers,
summing up to 1
So,
should we pass by each other,
our eyes will pierce, each wrinkle,
solving the equation of who we are…
a single human, readily identifiable,
total recognition, via the reconnaissance
of our letterered footsteps
Nov 20, 2024
Nov 20, 2024 at 11:12 AM UTC
*The sugar-sweet taste,
Of rain,
Secrets unconcealed,
On dripping lips,
With an appetite,
Gentleness,
Lightness of touch,
Thawing, melting,
My snow,
Cotton-candy,
Feather hues,
Deep, rich blue*
Perfect things, perfect words.
Reality or imagination,
I don't care.
Oct 11, 2011
Oct 11, 2011 at 5:52 AM UTC
Players on a wide open stage,
we are all characters in a story
old as time.
Passing faces all hold meaning,
full of history, past
and opportunity, future.
Complete lives, deeper than our own;
yet we dismiss them.
Nation boundaries are ink on a page.
There is no difference from one to another;
we are all human.
In our souls, we all seek the same concept:
A reason.
It feels like madness for a purpose
to just simply not exist.
Consciousness lusts for a justification.
The pain, blood, death;
love, joy, hope, and
dreams, all beg the question:
"Why?"
Weighty to accept, the void.
The sheer lack of answers.
Religion, careers, economics,
physics, psychology;
all of it invented to attempt,
to try as hard as we can
to find a reason.
As always, the smallest moments
hide the largest truths.
Every person experiences it,
though they may not understand.
The reason for us,
for life,
is plain, unconcealed for all to see.
Every religious fanatic;
every businessman;
every politician, scientist,
drug dealer, bank robber,
terrorist;
every person has a moment
where eyes lock as they pass
on the street.
And they understand in just
that tiny moment.
The reason we live is us.
It is other humans.
Relationships; love.
Our exploration of everything,
the wide, beautiful universe
together.
There is no other reason.
There is no need for one.
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 4:18 PM UTC
I.
Lain down, unconcealed
toward the window
shoulder to hip -- a shadowy cursive
perhaps penumbra
II.
Seated, face in utter profile
standing, sorting laundry
washing dishes, guarding
the radiator
III.
Hair eschewed in
conjugated waters
double-exposed
roots and
foliage -- wisps
of sugarland
in subtext
their dark net
cast over a pearly bright sea
discovery left
to the imagination
Aug 8, 2025
Aug 8, 2025 at 1:52 PM UTC
It's over
No more distractions
Curtain's closure
Save your reactions
Not sober
Justified actions
Come closer
We are a fraction
Love, listen to the earth
Speaking to my eyes
Entering the web
Shove me into a curb
Leave me where I lie
Watch the car flip
Gas leaks
Shards of glass afloat
God speaks
The words my father wrote
Our arms weak
Heads in the radio
Your fingers creak
Blood in the raincoat
Soft, unspoken eyelash
Staring into the sun
Kissing thunderclouds
Dogs barking in the rain
At people they don't know
Echoes on my radio
Cough up my keys again
I can not understand
Why this feels unreal
Hogs passing my remains
It plays on over again
Bodies unconcealed.
(It's over)
(It's over)...
Nov 24, 2010
Nov 24, 2010 at 5:53 PM UTC
Shadows of blood pooling below,
Echoed in his eyes, far above,
Fears lay on the land, blue-black crows.
He takes in mem'ries of the feelings of men,
His unfortunate creations, conceivers of sin,
Breeders of the evil, breathers, 'o lungs broken!
Hot tears on his golden cheek,
So many fell, the evil grows,
He cries for the fallen, the robin's broken beak.
In this time of the rise of the fear,
Uplifted evil, earth-thick dark,
Clashing cries of sorrows, no silence to hear.
Blood seeps from the earth,
The mother weeps,
Black pits' mirth.
Unholy the heart's abode, smoke-fire,
Brimstone ripping the skies,
Broken, ****** decaying bodies,
Lo the wolves of dire!
Carrion, Fear's black teeth imbibing flesh,
His eyes clouded over,
Black dawn, unconcealed gore.
-Firefly
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 5:59 PM UTC
Celcius slips; 𝘴𝘶𝘣-𝘻𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘦𝘥
by the world's growing cold.
Soon, snow surrounds me,
buries me;
𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺.
SʜᶦᵛᴱriᴺG, as a spotlight sun
seldom shares me its shine.
Trapped within trappings
far too ragged and thin;
𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹.
Finding only frigid faces
hidden behind frozen masks.
Unconcealed, without costume,
cursing their ｃｌａｙ－ｃａｓｔ cadence;
I turn my back to their turned backs.
Fearing their foreign words
might blind me;
𝗠𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝙗𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝗺𝗲.
So I grow where nothing’s sown
a proximity without 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘺
My frozen fingers
failed to feel my heart finally numb.
In its place, an empty space.
Looking for leftover love
...𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗵𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀.
Dec 24, 2024
Dec 24, 2024 at 10:49 AM UTC
Incandescent heart
that roams in empty rooms.
Tormented state of mind
that corrupts the soul.
The moon has gone black,
the stars show no reflection.
The sun is not in the sky,
clouds are the only vision.
An angelic voice
has been silent for too long.
The sleeves are empty
but the mind overflows.
Unrecognized by them,
a blank space
where the face should be.
But yet the mirror screams
and those shady dreams appear.
The candle is now consumed
but there's still remaining wax.
Untold promises,
unconcealed lies.
The dying child within
takes the last breaths,
the ones that promise death
and the revival
as a warrior.
May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 12:16 AM UTC
Can I whisper words
for just your ears
Words that will remain
only between us?
Can I tell you secrets
and know they are safe?
Secrets for you and me only
Safe because they are ours.
Will you veil my speaking
protect it hidden inside you
Shielded from the rivalries
of the explicit and unconcealed?
Will you accept my parlance
Though my reasons appear abstruse?
Listen not with conspiratorial ears
at the revealing of this confession.
I place my hand inside your hand
I need to feel you hold me tight
Our fingers interlocking
As a tether between our hearts.
I place my hope inside this trust
I need to be grounded
Trusting in our rooted past
to untangle this Gordian knot.
Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 6:31 PM UTC
been wearing the truth
up my sleeve
for ten whole years,
yet people who've known me
for half that time
stumble
when it gets revealed.
inside and out,
time has sealed
those battles fought in vain.
we're like family now—
truth and i.
but when they flinch
at the unconcealed,
i still don’t know
what to say.
Jun 26, 2025
Jun 26, 2025 at 9:19 AM UTC
Dear one,
Another day has come and nearly gone. Yet my body is lighted, pledging for an embrace.….. that laughter. I picture your soul so vividly, It's hues are unconcealed and vulnerable. There was a time I lost you in the horizons that surmounts all. What if? I gather courage and all there is and make that move. Will I be stumbled or murmured on. It's not that I can't do it, I truly do. However, I cant gauge your standoffish insight. Or is it my mere misinterpretation of what is felt and unseen.
You are ethereal, an old soul of some sorts. There is a time in the olden days when all seemed to be sure. When the world was on our side. Far beyond any topography and race, none of those expectations bore it. At times when my soul calls and recalls you, you seem to stand in front of me. How I wish you could read these words. See my sincere thoughts deep within, those that like words that echo in the deepest forest range. Those that look like all the beauty that you bear.
If there were April rains, I would stand there with you and awash the whole I bear. If there were three words then I will say " I love you". So when the night draws and the moon winds as it wanes. Look up to the stars and see your form embodied in there. Only there I will be, finding my way in the dark to you. At the mid point of it all, our electric essences will uniform. As always, as we do in another dimension. How I wish you could recall and find my way to me dear one. I will write until you find your way to me.
Yours,
J
Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 1:28 AM UTC
Flowers of love grow from desolate dirt
The petals bring joy while the thorns impart hurt
Our seeds have been sown in many a plot
Past oceans and valleys,
some watered,
some not
Through seasons of bliss and chapters of pain
Your hold on my heart steadfastly remains
When I reminisce through memory’s fields
A precious bouquet awaits unconcealed
I wish you could see the colors and shades
And walk hand in hand through my memory’s glades
I hope in your mind our garden is lush
My sweet plumeria, I love you so much
Sep 19, 2022
Sep 19, 2022 at 5:54 PM UTC