"undiscoverable" poems
I learned more about you in a Tattoo shop than I should have
I was talking to an artist named Adam
when he mentioned a goblin shark
and how even in 2014
we have only researched 1% of the bottom of the ocean
and until then I would have never compared you to a sea floor
but it seems that is just what you are : undiscoverable
deep
dark
dangerous
Mar 28, 2014
Mar 28, 2014 at 3:21 PM UTC
A weakening speck
Unknowingly sinking, tottering, diminishing into an undiscoverable wreck
Much to master
Much to obtain
Infinite time, unable to restrain
Stuck in a rusted fetter
Rewriting that one unspoken letter
Inventing and destroying
And doing the same thing over and over
A constant cycle of forlornness
The understanding of perception is ideal
Something you and I can't even begin to find real
Finding out the way things tick is mind blowing
No, no wait incomprehensible.
So here you are
Exactly where you were
And where you will always be
Unless you see
That you aren't a crumbling speck you were meant to abide by
More like something precious set aside.
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 6:06 AM UTC
Back into the dark
where I am undiscoverable
left nightshade cloaked,
no stone turned,
no bell rung,
no tree carved,
no hammer swung.
No strong man,
no whipping post,
no beat down,
no anniversary toast,
no smart ***
no sassy *****
just floating now,
alone, alone, where I've put myself.
To find God again, to find God again.
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 4:02 AM UTC
I am so elated
No more sorrow
My scars have faded
I have a tomorrow
I was trapped
I was petrified
My life was undiscoverable
My life, you electrified
One smile
One look
More more dial
My breath you took
Forever and more
I’m no longer distraught
I have something to adore
In more than a thought
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 1:31 PM UTC
You’re just the kind of person
some lost adolescent would go home
and write a ****** poem about
at 2am in hasty cursive
scribbled on stained notebook paper
wrinkled from careless handling, using your being
to bring some riddle of the subconscious
into an acknowledged existence— and then
destroy the evidence, rendering it
undiscoverable to humanity—like everything else
she ever kept
too embarrassingly close to her heart, because
when she was a little girl the adults in her life
told her that there certain parts of yourself
you always kept private
that are a no-no
to show to anyone, and those
perpetually invisible parts
are covered by your swimsuit and your stoic reserve,
the eggshell guarding your psyche—that if anyone
forces themselves in with enough effort, you’ll break
all over them
and stain their sacred feet
with your messy insides that never
seem to go back in
once you’ve released them, which will
leave you eternally wishing
to retreat into that perfect little immaculate white shell,
undisturbed by your own humanity.
I deprive myself of glances
I would love to take of you, but that would mean
that at some point you would
grow suspicious and
perhaps conjure the ESP
I seem to think everyone has
whenever I have a secret about them I’d rather
they never figure out—but I have to admit,
you’re beautiful.
I wish there were words
precise enough to explain exactly how
I just ******* love
how you stare at the world
with a poet’s wistful empathy, peeking
discreetly through the one-way mirror
of well-guarded sensitivity,
eternally wearing a gaze reluctantly masked
with an adaptive weariness just
transparent enough to expose
brief silhouetted glances
of vulnerability.
You’re just the kind of person
I wish I had the courage
to let into
my psychological fortress
constructed with every accumulated brick
of accumulated cynicism
that materializes
from living in a world that
muffles every voice
it makes want to scream, even if
no matter how old I become I’ll
always be some lonely kid standing
outside of my own person, eternally yearning
for somewhere safe enough
to have a broken shell.
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 4:26 PM UTC