"undealt" poems
Scars and scabs
Come leaking out in drips and drabs
After events that occurred
And events that shouldn't have
Sand on soles go walking into shoes
And embed themselves there within
Shards of glass buried deep under the skin
Wiggle their way to the surface again
And when life warms to the call of the sun
We pack it all back, for morning has come
Old things get beat down until purple and plum
For newer less blue things to be squeezed under thumb
I worry about my mind and its multitude of storage rooms
Filled with undealt with boxes and musky fumes
Now stuffed to capacity
Those come leaking out too
They tare through the surfaces that have long since been plastered
And sawed down and painted and polished afterwards
Now my body, heavy and ***** with these returning things
Sheds them part by part in painful rebirth
And after I've been made naked of these morsels in my mind
I'll pack new boxes in my empty storage rooms from time to time
For a peaceful heart is a dozen a dime
But none is as interesting and messy as mine
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 8:16 AM UTC
The illusion of elegance,
copied from her mother.
Childhoods left undealt with,
but she wears her traumas
around her neck in that
beautiful southern style
passed down from her mother.
Enforces her new rules,
ignoring the past that got her there
for a new sense of priority.
Her pearls are lost,
sold long ago by someone else,
and she has forgotten
what they stood for.
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 10:57 AM UTC
Drowned in pills
Her morbid gaze and soulless eyes would send me chills
A relationship empty but a foundation of thrills
Her beauty piercing as to be posey
I just delighted she chose me
Her slightest whim I’d mosey
Or she'd batter, bruise, and expose me
Why me I wondered at times
As her white powders sniffed in reverent lines
Too petrified to ask
Her actions ignominiously grasped
So I left
My feelings undealt
as I wept
With all of my friends gleaming
But I didn't know what to believe in
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 12:20 PM UTC
Long talks with pointless plots
Words we never heard shimmer in the wind
The cold breeze with attempts to break us free you and me Snow-white woke us up from a middays night to a rare of sights
Highlights of picture perfect memories floating in my head
Giving flight to what lay dormant for so long, that which I have yet said
You've placed reasonable doubt in actions I've left undealt
But look to the sky for my downfalls may come clear and high as Orion's Belt
Something struggling slowly stuttering to breath life once again
A flicker set forth gives hope of strength now and then
Tell me once more how impractical it'd be to live and not know
Through trials and tribulations though not appealing is how we'll grow
Living on a clock its a ticking time bomb
Condensing each moment but it's my time I thrive on
Stop a moment **** the timer
wide eyed take a breath and hold it
Remember remember before its gone a piece to life's puzzle no need for force or brawn
Tender in all you've rendered complete for most of what's remembered
It's the little things like when and where not who or why just that we were there
No explanation needed for a proper teaching of how you should be treated true
Though human err exists I swear I'm not made of this and that I promise you
For a gift is what time is in this moment
temporarily pleasant or even heavenly for a peasant
Embracing the ticking of every hours races because
Time with you is no better time than thee present.
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 1:57 AM UTC
Minds are not changed by having the ability to control. Only actions are maneuvered or subdued. You imprinting fear upon her soul does not make her love you. It is also not a show of love from you. When you allow someone to move the way that they need and want that is love.
Your fear of losing is shining through as your grip tightens. She sees you for the coward that you are. Your threats are going to put your silly behind…behind bars. If she leaves what will you do? Will you stalk her and try to make her come back. In her mind she will just be looking for the next chance to get away from you.
We cage animals not humans the actions of you controlling shows that you are losing. Not just your lady but your mind. Is this how you thought that you would be so crazy? Under that tension and fight there are issues that are undealt with.
Counseling changes lives and the way that minds think. It helps loose cannons become meek. Mild with thoughts of natural pleasure. It will help you get yourself together. If you were her would you stay or would you run? If you say that you would stay then we know that you are Cray Cray.
No normal person wants to wake up in fear. Not knowing if their mate is going to lose it. Then you lose your life. Allow her to be free to fly. Control is not love it is a hold from the unwanted.
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 11:32 AM UTC
Good morning undealt hand,
Unspilt sand varies thy time between distant minds!!
Another lonesome life today I preserve?
Nothing to be heard,
All things are so unsure when thine dead burieth thy own dead!!!
Is that thou?
Or thine past prisoner's number??
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 8:06 PM UTC
you are a loved one held so dear
you are a monster hiding under my bed, fear
you are storm causing so much pain
you are blood pumping through these veins
you are thoughts unthinkable
you are my suicide, it's not fixable
you are words that I don't speak
you are nightmares that I have bleak
you are emotions unfelt
you are numbness undealt
you are tears streaming down
you are feelings so renown
you are my anger not shown
you are a hit never thrown
you are jealously oh so green
you are envy that should never be seen
you are the one who is not to blame
you are not me who ruins everything, that not my aim
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 12:48 AM UTC
I don't hate the people
I hate what they do
As they stubbornly pretend to
Be someone they're not
Real security and confidence
Is not something they've got
Misery is their lot
As they go around faking
Undertaking
To fool those that care the most
Utterly forsaking
A real attempt at making
Genuine relationships
Real and close
I don't hate the people
I hate what they decide
As they put on a front
To cover up and hide
The undealt with mess
And turmoil inside
What they need is not
A good disguise
Or more convincing lies
But to face and embrace
The truth
And towards freedom
Rise
Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 11:26 PM UTC