"uncontrolable" poems
A broken love
the broken eyes
The reason why my mind is uncontrolable
Convince to the greater good
I try in my mind
but i don't to eyes
I look up to people
but I look down
The truth is unspoken
except to the broken
Cover up the oblivious
at the end
everything stays
unforgettable
unfixable
broken
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 1:57 AM UTC
Grasping hold of the glass i watched the night clock off,
Draining the paper held within my fingers,
Slipping down my throat till the tide had long gone out,
Feet tapping along with the throbing of the night.
I sit there observing that figure of male perfection,
Happy and cheerful, dancing this memorable night away,
And I stand, lowering my glass, stumble my way towards him,
Where he notices me finally, I smile, he smiles too.
I sway with him, and the others, always looking into the depths,
Losing my mind, feeling lighter than the balloons that hang freely,
And I think an uncontrolable thought, to reach out to him,
But as the moment passes, I swig another mouthful, and everything fades into nothingness.
Mar 20, 2010
Mar 20, 2010 at 9:01 AM UTC
I woke up on a black stained beach
In a country I wasn't sure of
The ocean appeared to me
More reckless than ever
With your body in it
Looking back at me
I somehow lost the pain
That was always inevitably connected to love
I found peace within you
And you helped me recreate it
Into faces with
Your unwavering blue eyes
And my uncontrolable lips
I could see the way you took my fear
And slowly replaced it with trust
And I could love again
Like it was always intended
Nov 1, 2015
Nov 1, 2015 at 5:35 AM UTC
The colour of love is Red.
It's thick like blood,
**** powerful, sinister.
Once you get it you need it to survive.
The colour of love is Blue.
It's like the sky,
Gentle, smooth, enlightening.
Wide, it can't be contained,
It only contains.
The colour of love is Purple.
It's like a bandaid,
Fun, mysterious, bold.
Covers and helps the healing process,
But hurts you when it is removed.
The colour of love is Green.
It's like a tree,
Free-spirited, fresh, youthful.
It gives life, food, norishment,
It only survives if you feed it.
The colour of love is Pink.
It's like a pair of high heal shoes,
Girly, happy, funny.
Elevating, increasing, aching,
Tall enough to be notice and to be ignored.
The colour of love is Yellow.
It's like the sun,
Bright, beaming, it stands out.
The bigger it is the more you see it,
And the closer you get the more you get burnt.
The colour of love is Orange.
It's like a good laugh,
Surprising, uncontrolable, ugly.
Once you start it's hard to stop.
It's addictive you yern for the feeling.
The colour of love is White and Black.
It's like ying and yang,
Needs to be balanced in order to exist.
Impossible to be live without and equally impossible to live with.
It's not a colour, can't be described.
~Gabbriella with 2 b's~
Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 6:55 PM UTC
The colours keep me captive
Hazel,
Popular,
The beauty everyone can see,
Not hidden,
But not apparent,
Relaxed and calm.
Blue,
Compassion and honesty,
Often seen but so remarkable,
Deep and enchanting,
Forever catching your eye,
So deep and pensive
capture me with an uncontrolable desire.
Green,
Astonishing,
Rare and forever thinking,
Smart, cunning and malicious,
Plotting and scheming,
Dragging me into a better world.
Where the Sky meets the sea,
Am I dead? Am I alive?
I see the green flash and I am afraid,
In a good way,
In a bad way,
Red,
The brightness blinds me,
Its like a wildfire,
Everywhere,
There is no escape from it,
Its ferocious but calming,
Your eye cannot be drawn away,
The apocalypse of my being,
burning my ship,
leaving me alone.
But from the ash I shall be born a new. Better. Faster. Stronger. Smarter.
I shall take to the sky.
They have a hold over me. I love it. I hate it. I am afraid of it. I wait for it.
I can feel your pulse in the pages, you'll live with me through the ages.
Aug 25, 2013
Aug 25, 2013 at 3:13 PM UTC
we represenT
Forests and StormS
in the way thaT
one can burn the otheR
and one can't movE
but one has to movE
we represenT
Thickets and MaelstromS
in the way thaT
A Maelstrom can be peacefuL
and A Thicket can be wonderfuL
we represenT
Infernos and Snow StormS
in the way thaT
A Snow Storm can be overwhelminG
and An Inferno can be uncontrolablE
we represenT
Storms and ForestS
Maelstroms and ThicketS
Snow Storms and InfernoS
We represenT
the Worst and Best partS
of terrible thingS
your turn, ThickeT
Jan 5, 2018
Jan 5, 2018 at 9:25 AM UTC
I wake
with a deep pain in my chest
I wake
with longing ache in my heart
I wake
with loud thumps of my heartbeat
I wake
with an uncontrolable shaking of my hands
I wake
with the sweaty-ness of my palms
I wake
with the cold tingle on my feet
I wake
with the loud chatter of my teeth
I wake
with a disturbing feeling lingering on my skin
I wake
with the salty taste of tears on my lips
I wake,
Every night,
Wondering why,
This happens to me.
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 10:07 PM UTC
Lost and confused..
Not a dream.
No relaxing thoughts.
Complete confusion..
Shadows dance and twirl.
Nothing making any sense..
No way there, no way back.
Wandering images.
Unread messages.
Dread and fear..
Uncontrolable silence..
Lost... Blind...
ac/04/17/05 revised 02/19/10/ac
Feb 23, 2010
Feb 23, 2010 at 6:33 AM UTC
Across oceans
Across moutains
Across islands
Flows like viper
Speed like lite
Thorns of pains
Deep down d heart
Compromising voices
Diverting hopeS
Ufailing memories
Uncontrolable tears
Beyond reach of man
He makes and own all
Unimaginable
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 6:01 PM UTC
It starts with a bubbling feeling
that fills then over flows
your cords start vibrating
your stomach knots and hurts
as you slap your knee
and threat urinating
toppled over in a joyous
social transaction
one that turns awkard to ease
and crippling pain into soulful healing
The greatest act to share with someone who cares
There's lots of magic in the little moments spent lost in uncontrolable laughter
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 10:55 PM UTC
We enter the room,
the flower wall paper makes me feel funny,
But I ignore the feeling.
We begin to kiss,
Passion and lust start pulsing through my veins,
I cant think straight and my body,
My body,
My body! It feels like a new high!
I rush violently torwards the bed,
Rummaging through a land of stuffed animals.
I arrive, and what I saw, what I saw was glory.
As she laid on the bed,
Sweetly humming a simple innocent melody,
I came closer till I could almost feel her breath.
I laid down next to her,
Filled with this uncontrolable feeling,
I began ripping, tearing her clothes off,
She smiled at me with the oddest expression,
Almost as if to say, "Come get me."
***********
It is almost as is the sun and the stars were singing the same beautiful melody as she.
And then, then came this new sensation,
She reached up and pulled me down closer,
The pressure built faster and faster,
I began to sweat and quiver!
Nails in my back like a scalpel in flesh.
This it happens.
An eruption equivilant to that of Mt. St. Helens!
Im done.
My body tingles exquisitely.
This girl, this lady, she is missing.
Where could she have gone?
Was this real?
Am I real?
****
Sep 2, 2010
Sep 2, 2010 at 2:05 PM UTC
It's using the post / instead of sending an email / or loving to sleep / instead of loving a female
Don't mistake it for lazy / I want to be active / it's harder in life than / it seems to be in practice
It takes your energy / and it uses it as shots / to shoot your motivation / believe me it's hard
It's waking up early / to go back to sleep / so you can work up the nerve / to get up onto your feet
Imagine you slept for / an hour every day of / the week all you'd want / to be doing is sleep
You'd be emotionally / unstable and very / unsociable / with stress feeling uncontrolable
You're number one struggle/ would be the simplest of tasks/ what you do in a day / would be cut right in half
You want to be able / to do that witch you should / at work or at school / or where ever you stood
But all you could think about / would be ending the pain / wishing someone understood / what flowed through your veins
You can't control your lack of love / or low energy / all you want is nothing to do / for all of today
When just waking up is giving / your very best n' / nobody understands / that's clinical depression
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 9:41 PM UTC
Hands shaking,
face burning,
vision bluring,
this is what I feel.
Pulse beating,
uncontrolable feelings,
frown setting,
this is what I feel.
Questions racing,
thoughts overwhelming,
confusing setting,
this is what I feel.
Fifty feet,
red face,
tears pouring,
this is what I'm doing.
Curled up,
with a blanket,
ripping pictures,
this is what I'm doing.
I hope you know,
I hope you see,
I hope you understand,
this is how I feel.
I'M DONE WITH YOU
I'M DONE WITH FEELING
I'M JUST DONE
Sep 8, 2010
Sep 8, 2010 at 5:30 PM UTC
It doesn't stop does it?
The falling.
If you never knew when it started.
Or never accepted it.
I guess then you wouldn't know when you'd hit the bottom
I don't know how to stop it
Reaching for his hand with all of me
But knowing there is too much of him
Or IT.
Whatever it, is.
Like watching a small child stumble and **** on their mothers arm.
But I can't be his mother
Lover.
And seeing the slow motion lurch open
in glorious high definition high spec
The tug on the tendons and thunk of sockets
ricochet and ripple uncontrolled.
So uncontrolable.
When did he trip?
Why can't I tell?
Or was the not telling the making as well?
I refuse to watch the rabbit hole swallow
If he goes down
I will always follow.
Dec 11, 2012
Dec 11, 2012 at 6:26 PM UTC
I could stare st myself
Endlessly
Never knowing who I am
This body
This mind
uncontrolable
Like the sea
Who am I
Who am I
Endless thoughts
Like the aquatic sea
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 8:23 PM UTC
SCREAM laugh CRY
pain ache yelp
nonstop ride on a roller coaster of emotions
back and fourth up and down
aching from the inside
all the lies and all the truth
heavy breathing rage filling
fire burning envious ridden
a n g e r .
lost lonely zombie uncontrolable
d e p r e s s i o n .
passionate devoted pure true
l o v e .
aching beating sore broken
h e a r t .
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 4:47 PM UTC
still the wires pass on the electrodes of warmth
the phone message sound that used to make my heart leap with an energy uncontrolable now someone else's exhillaration.
somewhere ovehead on the one freequency connected we keep our heart moves open for transmission
we deal with the thought of us, we live through our knowing of us, who we are and what we were born to do.
we keep on doing it apart as sure as its the same stars above in our eyes that keep us together in spirit.
and as we pass by on occasion the flood of relief drenches us as we look with one silent eye to eye transmitting a whole world of love
respect falls away passion takes over and before the damage is done in that one still moment lids fall,
pain takes over, this world of cruel understandings, has no place for us, thus we make our own in singular moments
and over the frequencies because a love like ours never dies and must be lived.
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 10:32 PM UTC
After struggling to accept my insomina, I realised that there was no point in forcing my sleep and so I just laid there in dark staring at the ceiling awaiting, my sleep.
As the seconds go by I submerge deeper and deeper into my thoughts
Kinda like meditation, with scatted emtions and memories
Like seeds on an open field.
This rapid thinking eventually lead to a feeling of reminiscence
Envying the feeling of having a clear mind, wanting to have some sort of control over sufficating thoughts and emotions which contribute to my ever rising anxiety. Missing the uncontrolable yet comfortbale feeling of drowsiness that indicates that my sleep is near
After going through a sea of emotions, I tire myself out and hear muffled sounds of birds chirping and dogs barking, signs of a new day arriving.
And that's when I start to lose control, slowly but surely. My mind is now at ease and I am at peace with my demons, my movements became timid my heavy eyes were shut. And "finally"
I whispered. I fell asleep.
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 8:55 PM UTC
Looking Up
A Beautuful Ring Of Mystery
Dark Cloudy Smoke with a
Blossoming Interior
Calmly enjoying the Look
Startled.. Suddenly
Fire!!
High Above the Ground
Nuclear Explosion
Except It Wasn't
Just Below on the Hillside
Wall of Uncontrolable Fire
Moving Quickly
I heard Myself Speaking on the Phone
Asking. Throwing the phone down, Running..
The Road Now Cut off
Car Driving Quickly Quickly
Over rocks and Sandy Sage
Uphill SideWays Desperate
No Road. .. Running
Seeing
Like It was Frim A Chopper
First an Antelope, a Deer, a Hund
Running
Looking
Running
They Saw Me
From Above
Shared On Facebook
LOST.....IT said
But They Found Me
Corralled
Marked on a Map
A World Population Map:
Skills
Capabilities
Where Aboutd
Demeanor
Suddenly
I wondered
Are We Going To get Hit By An Asteroid?
Or Is THIS
A Giant Prison Camp
The Gulag
Of The Next Tyranny
What Veil?
Hidden In A Consciousness
Already Known
Mapped As An Animal
Protected As A Child
None An Accurate Portrayl
Or Was It
Just a Different Point of View
Vetted
For Extermination
On A Dying Planet
FOOD ORDER
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 5:37 PM UTC
Open eyes because despite their sleepiness, my tears and horrid flashbacks keep them open
My uncontrolable shaking hands because maybe if they shake enough I can shake the thought of us out of my head
M.S.B
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 2:03 AM UTC