"underlies" poems
What do you see
When the flower meets your eye,
What beauty must hide
In visceral Versailles,
In cherry tree reality...
Does it mystify?
The variegated countryside
Does the chorus nullify
The diversified into harmony
What melodic elegance underlies
That subjective divide
Wistful of waves you fly
What do you see in the cherry tree sky
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 9:57 AM UTC
Sometimes I feel so caved in,
With all my thoughts, all I can do is swim.
Through these energies that are flowing from within,
Just because I cant stop and ask what’s with him?
Why do I always have to make a choice,
My mind just wont let me be free,
I feel like I have to make a decision
but that’s not how Ive learned to be.
So let me tell you about this chick I know,
Shes not like all them girls that we always see,
The first time I met her I grabbed her by the arm,
I knew there was a story that was deep.
I looked in her eyes and all I can see,
her color contacts, that were trying to deceit.
But deep down inside there was a story that was real,
Her eyes and smile did a good job to disguise,
But that didn’t fool me,
I wanted to know the story that underlies.
The reason why she seemed so attractive to me.
Im not ususally a sucker for eyes, but the way she looked at me,
Made me feel like she understands how to be free.
I should’ve known the story she hides is something that might really hurt me,
Because any story that’s locked up inside should never have a spare key.
In the beginning I tried to make the situation feel sooooo real,
But soon I realized that she had an addiction that was unsealed.
Her wandering eye couldn’t stop her from speaking to many guys,
Im not saying shes some ***** in disguise,
But really she was a free spirit floating around that didn’t know her goodbyes,
Even though she realized that might soon lead to her own demise.
I shouldn’t say guys because in reality its just one that makes me compete,
That look in her eyes was that she once knew what it felt like to be complete.
That one other guy had left her so traumatized that shes never willing to forget,
It was her obsession just like a cigarette.
Everytime she felt angry or terrified there was one person who she knew would help offset,
That one guy who she never wanted to regret,
No matter the endless amount of time that he made her feel upset,
Dreaming in her mind that one day they can recreate that fierce duet.
See the problem was within me, I felt the need to help her realize
That life is always filled with opportunities
If we live in the past and never let go of what we once all had,
We ll stay blind and you would never get to see.
That there is some other guy that’s willing to improvise in order to help you lead,
I got shot down with all of these stories about how she cant commit,
The sad thing is she wont even realize how beautiful she is,
She lets one experience judge her whole life and all she thinks about is what if.
I even learned to like who she is regardless of the lovefilled flaws.
Just because I want to show her that her craziness can be fixed.
She thinks shes always lost her mind, and that her process is so one of a kind,
That no other guy can help her define, who she wants to be.
But I learned how to believe,
Before my insecurities and perfectionism took over my next decision,
But now what I learned is that life not about some kind of demonstration,
Its process that involves many years to learn,
I don’t know why but I really feel the need to have her in my life,
Even though it was causing me concern,
Now you know why I feel so caved in,
I fell for a girl who wont let me win.
Sep 26, 2012
Sep 26, 2012 at 9:16 PM UTC
**Waiting for the white paper
which underlies this writing
to loose a flow of words
finding Peace
in the facing-off:
a pumpkin and a purple cushion..
Henry David Thoreau chose
to sit on a solitary pumpkin
not a crowded purple cushion..
Many we know might charge him
with most slothful neglect..
Our venerable teachers
have exhorted us to
lift up the purple
with their assumption:
what is real is purple..
Yet we..startled by experience
find that very often
purple is pain..
We long to sit on that pumpkin
long since overgrown
with dead purple vines..
At last in our longing
the pumpkin may speak
of what lies in hiding
.. 'til just now..
with Peace emerging
the Pumpkin is Purple...**
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 8:27 PM UTC
Maybe if you wipe the tears
From your eyes
You'll see the beauty of years
unravel and arise.
And maybe,
If you wipe the tears from your eyes
You'll come to realize
Why you never wanted to visualize
The agony that underlies--
them
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 11:58 PM UTC
A colorless sunset disappears
Melancholy underlies a quiet night alone
Itchy feet and restless thoughts
No sleep for the weary
White noise fills the space reserved for real emotion
Crippled mind and clogged heart
Regurgitating memories trying to feel myself
Comfort in the absence of pain
A vapid existence
A quiet night alone
May 26, 2010
May 26, 2010 at 5:42 AM UTC
Self deceived, I squander marrow,
I masquerade the straight and narrow,
Seasons stretched, my essence hollows,
Desire, dreams and purpose follows.
My journey dulled by everyday,
Monotony, days veiled in grey,
Life's sombre ruin underway,
Significance, my yesterday.
Deceit defends; my bow and arrow,
Mentality in disarray,
Love recedes, eternal sorrow,
Vitality wearing away.
Before me you materialize,
Rescuer, hero undisguised,
Bore truth, bore love, to my surprise,
Abetted, found what underlies.
Imminent growth, restored, I ascend,
Weakness' welcomed, defenses end,
No longer wish to play pretend,
More pleased than I could comprehend.
Discovered where desire lies.
Forever impassioned, we transcend
Forsaw my future in your eyes,
My flame, my lover, my best friend.
Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 6:33 PM UTC
~
dreams of you,
they fill my mind;
dreams of us,
our hearts entwined;
inseparable we,
this you and i,
the dream we dreamed,
us unified.
from two came three,
love multiplied;
conceived a song,
it testified;
our voices sang
their lullaby;
the how, the why
still mystifies;
your heart of love
it underlies.
here... dreams of you
still fill my mind;
i dream of us,
ever entwined.
~
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 2:15 PM UTC
It took years for the physicist
and the meta-physicist
to reluctantly agree.
They took opposing alleys:
One looked into matter
and arrived at its intrinsic energy.
The other looked at energy
and saw matter as incidental analogy;
just a random criss-cross
of cosmic puissance.
They made much ado
in arriving where my good old
three-band radio
catapulted me years ago.
Since my teens;
she had faithfully been
my worthy companion.
With sweet melodies,
thoughtful talks,
rousing commentaries....
she kept me company
through thick and thin.
For a scanty eternity,
she was the only tie with humanity
in my plain, flat life;
lonesome, sickly and solitary.
We knew each other closely;
fondly and dearly
and I would talk to her,
some would say foolishly,
and though strangely,
she always responded readily.
For years sixteen
that Philips machine
was with me
and I saw
into her inherent energy
that underlies every material entity.
#
When she died suddenly
without warning....abruptly,
I knew a friend had gone
but the essence lived on.
We had perfect camaraderie:
She was all intricacy;
body, battery and circuitry,
and the spark that came from me;
ah!!! my art of tuning adeptly.
Though I got newer models and makes,
the heart still beats with a dull ache
for the one who began as mortal matter
and bonded timelessly with my being;
...merged and mingled...
as an undying memory,
in what they call
my imperishable, impregnable spirit.
Nov 15, 2019
Nov 15, 2019 at 10:51 AM UTC
Now I see what I didn't believe,
Though I have conceived
That our world is icy;
Frozen, cold, but hot like hell.
I won't fall in love with falling.
I'll fall in love with me, I, and myself.
'Cause in my own eyes I'm compromised,
Fed so many lies, watched my faith die
And my hopes diminish.
So long before we're finished
But I'm getting skittish
And nervous, feeling worthless.
This seems so worthless, what's the purpose?
The aspiration has been the pursuit of happiness.
We don't need the stress to pass this test
Just take a rest, go out and guess.
Let others assess our intelligence.
We'll play the fool, for they're the best of the best.
Yeah, step right up and place your bets!
Ignore regrets, never forget
To empathize or sympathize, not criticize,
Don't demoralize their strange eyes.
Because you are unaware of what underlies
All their metaphorical reprise.
While some lives are filled with black nights
Others shine bright like star light in dark skies.
A bit of insight into my fright
Proves you can't fight off your demons with a knife.
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 11:08 PM UTC
She cried In the sun as we sat on the
concrete lip of a family plot.
told me her regrets of returning God's gift.
*Life would be so different.
I can never get it back, I'm so ungrateful.*
The world underlies.
And we are sensitive people.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 8:26 AM UTC
In God we Trust
Don’t make me sick
I will not fall
For that cunning trick
I have an advantage
My mind is free
To search
To explore
This sham fallacy
JC is a fake
There to control
Suppress all your needs
If you enter his fold
But ..
You don’t fool me
With your pious act
Whiter then white
Whilst you’re flat on your back
Flat on your back
With the ***** down the road
Or the hiding the sausage
Before you explode
I cannot abide
This man in a frock
Who preaches the word
Like a babbling brock
So …
**** your ********
**** your lies
**** your hate
And all that underlies
For I am
THE SHEPHERD
And …
I walk alone
I am a my own person
Not anyone’s
CLONE
Dec 3, 2010
Dec 3, 2010 at 1:04 AM UTC
Green is the color of life
Not the neon green of toddler toothpaste
Or the gray-green swirls of size-14 bowling *****
But the forest green, the deep vitality of a leaf or stem
Underlies every important thing we encounter
The shoots stuck between my toes, fragile leaves
Crushed under thoughtless steps from relative giants
Don't you agree?
The contemptuous, superfluous, inconspicuous, jealous
Lies we spout to justify our conformity when
There is no justification, no yelling
No calloused hands begging in corners for change
Dusty old tires churning along vacant streets
With dusty old memories trailing behind
Apr 28, 2011
Apr 28, 2011 at 4:35 PM UTC
5am skies
Paint a periwinkle view
A slick step underlies
This cold morning dew
It should come as no surprise
The birds echoing coo
And I can only surmise
That springs fighting through
But the forecast lies
And warm glimpses are few
As winter bored eyes
Beg the sun to come to
This town softly sighs
Reluctant flowers grew
And sunlight it pries
At the clouds we so rue
Yearn for giving up ties
To bundling till we brew
Instead saying our hi's
To the shorts we outgrew
Then we'll hear children's cries
As the school year is through
How summer yearly buys
Precious freedom to renew
As a sunbather fries
To reach a darker hue
And teenage boys rise
Forget shirts when they do
When the cold rain dries
Although not quite on cue
This change is a prize
You could take part, too
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 7:27 AM UTC
your laugh is recognizable,
and this smile shows quite the opposite of dispisable.
when i get butterflies,
i realize the secrecy underlies the true feelings i get when you look me in the eye
and when you kiss me, lord i could just die.
after it's all said and done, i let out a sigh,
i just cant lie
when you're around, those butterflies become a firefly.
and baby my heart,
it may not be so smart
but when it comes to what i want,
it has it's own font.
so baby please don't taunt,
even if we cant flaunt
i wanna make this work
which shows plain as day with my little smirk.
Kaity Morris
March 6, 2012
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 6:23 PM UTC
i wasn't the reason to make you stay
no matter how much i want to be
drag your life out one more day
i knew it was quite selfish of me.
yet i asked and i begged
promises fall deaf on your ears
with you gone i would be dead
no meaning in carrying out years.
you were afraid to meet my eyes
to give yourself away
of your plan that underlies
that stone expressioned face.
but your plan would soon unfold
soon that i found out
when almost a month ago
i found your body on the ground.
the needle in your hand
right where it belongs
your one and only friend
that stalked you all along.
this pain does not go away
and i'm afraid i'm on the verge of tears
but i've always been this way
now that you're not here.
they tell me i'll soon heal
and life will continue to go on
but this agony i have to deal
will simply never be gone.
and you did this.
you single handily murdered me.
and I can't forgive you.
Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 12:56 PM UTC
And he said he was my friend
Beside me he would stand forever
Confused and alone, I was abandoned
Dared to trust and broke in pieces
Eternally marred with experience
Forever altered, just a bit
Giving my all to those I love
Has proven to be, less than perfect
Ideal would be that caring is equal
Jaded and hardened by
Knowledge and fear
Love is not limited to romance
Melancholy taints entirely
New friendships form more slowly
Omnipresent, the past hovers
Pandering specks of my soul
Quietly I wait
Resolving to remain true
Sensitive and sentimental
Trust, is unforgiving
Ubiquitous skepticism, underlies all
Voraciously I hunger freedom
Wanting to be who I was before the pain
Xeric hearts don't bleed
Yet, I wish on the nights first star, on a
Zillion stars I wish to face my fear and trust once more
Jun 12, 2010
Jun 12, 2010 at 7:24 AM UTC
I took a step inside your mind
and found a place I'd been before
It's nothing good, this deja vu
but I'm right here, and I'll help you
I see your thoughts inside your eyes
just like when I gazed through the mirror at mine
I know your smile hides what underlies
But you and I, we'll walk this mile
So allow me to shake the hands of your demons
These beasts are hardly strangers to me
I'll guide you through this maze of burning trees
just like the angel who was there for me
I need you to look into my eyes
as I tell you it's okay to cry
And I'll walk through hell with you
if it makes you feel alive
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 6:49 PM UTC
How can I forget
When memories are glue
A perfect moment in a late night
That still draws me to you
In the background of the mind
I see with different eyes
Though in the spotlight of thought
I remember what underlies
On the surface nothing's real
To fool yourself is to be a fool
I long for divine truth
In a place that can be so cruel
And I'm still taken back
The warmth of a soul and cool of a room
Pitch black with an empty audience
Left with certainty, confusion, and overwhelming gloom
Dec 21, 2014
Dec 21, 2014 at 9:07 PM UTC
I wake up and to my surprise
The sun comes smiling at my eyes
My pupils do burn but no cries
Till it beats onto my thighs
I start to think of all the whys
But must stick with all my tries
The sun can fight in the rise
But in the end I win the prize
It might out do me in its size
But I’m the one that’s strong and wise
For light to dark into the skies
Makes it come to its demise
Sink into Earth it underlies
Now listen sun to my replies
“I hope you sun take my advice”
“Don’t mess with me when you arise”
Jun 15, 2010
Jun 15, 2010 at 8:57 PM UTC
We all have masks
But no, I will not ask
Of you to never wear
Such safety that you bare
It gets us through the day
And keeps our id at bay
Without our mask
It’d be a task
To live a civil way
For we are social beings
We need those special ties
To share our inner feelings
And free what underlies
But underlies cannot be shared
Until you’ve built a bond
And that is why we have to wear
Our mask to help belong
But if you wear it long enough
Your skin will overgrow
And what was once your social bluff
Will be the only face you know
And what is social fabric
If you’ve forgotten your despairs
Your mask’s a pointless tactic
If you’ve nothing left to share
I encourage you to wear your mask
It gets you through the fight
The only favor that I ask
Is you take it off at night
Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 10:14 PM UTC
The peaceful passing of my soul in silence is what this moment appears to be.Beneath my skin unravels a tale much the opposite.
There the silence is perforated by the echo of my hopelessness.
I am confronted by the possibility that I am losing it.
Not my sanity (though perhaps that is a subject for a different passage).That I am losing my talent.That I am losing my muse.
That the habit upon which i construct nearly my entire identity now threatens evanescence. And here I am, only halfway convinced that these keystrokes are self refuting.They are not devoid of talent. But they do not come in the same feverish manner.
They do not come in unbridled passion
They are beforehand constructed.
They are not solid images or stories, but some vague outlines of more vague impressions.
They are not paintings of the broad colorful strokes of emotions
They feel almost - not quite- cold.
And they feel calculated.
Perhaps i have been guilty of overanalyzation
It is likely.
But also, I am keenly aware that my creation is much more an act of choice these days.
It is much more an act of choice than spontaneity.
I am not taken with the wind, or the trees.
My soul does not overflow, it simply bubbles uneventfully.
I find that when i look for inspiration, it is not there.
I find that I can write about everything equally and subjectively.
I have beliefs, I have passions, yes,but somehow they do not control me.
And I am so used to being controlled.
I have before thought that there was freedom there, or more accuately, i have felt it.
And still that emotion underlies the thoughts that i now have.
It feels as if i am devoid of what i have before held deeply central to my talent as a poet.
But perhaps, this is simply a new era.
It has long been argued and discussed what sort of poetry has value, what sort of poetry is poetry - and i would posit that the answer is all of it.
There is value in the vivid pictures of emotions.
And there is value in the eloquent preservation of the facts of a situation.
Everything between on the vivid spectrum, may in some way be classified as poetry,
and is in some way inherently valuable.
I am not free.
But Neither am I bound.
This is why I am without direction.
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 2:04 PM UTC
my monsters are silent
no one hears my screams
these demons are violent
and they conquer me in teams
look into my eyes,
my synthetic smile,
I'll hide what underlies,
crying's not my style
Through the thick I drag these chains
chronic mental pains
Over me my demons reign
misery my veins contain
Through the dust I try to see
the lifeless creature that is me
I'll set fire to these trees
and my life, I will seize
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 3:28 PM UTC
I can't figure out
The color of your eyes,
It intrigues me.
I can't figure out
What lies behind them,
It fatigues me.
Please just relieve me
And give rise
To what's behind the disguise
That perplexes me.
Please just fulfill me plea
And explain exactly
What it means
When you look at me
With those blues and greens.
I think you feel it too
But the doubt just intervenes.
And it could fall through,
The plans I thought might ensue.
Usually I can just look through
And subdue feelings like these,
But my heart can't
Ignore what it sees
And my mind can't
Deny, it agrees
That when you look at me
With those eyes
It implies
That this defies
The norm
And what underlies
Will take form.
Please just resolve
This confusion I bear.
Please just dissolve
This despair that we share.
I swear, I won't dare
Drop my feelings
If you care.
I don't mind a reroute
If this isn't what you're about.
I just can't figure you out.
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 12:25 PM UTC
Today I stand in the light
Of my own personal truth
Speaking loudly in the silence
To the magic that lies within
Today I surround myself in
The pink aura of blissful love
Rose quartz crystals sparkling
In my recently opened eyes
Today I resolve to focus upon
The love that underlies every
Situation bringing about gentle
Healing in undreamed of ways
Today I open my heart to love
Peace understanding and joy
Today I welcome you to join me
In this white pure light of love
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 4:20 PM UTC