"uneased" poems
It cripples me - your grip uneased, your unintentional mental squeeze.
Distilling me. Entrails set free.
Half in your hand, half in my seat.
I'm questioning your thrilling me.
Adrenal fueled anxiety.
I'll stop myself.
Jun 1, 2012
Jun 1, 2012 at 1:03 PM UTC
Tugging against a surface
The swift whispering hallow
Shaken to rehearse this
Each breath, a swallow
Raising unto clouds above
Eyes wide, stars collide
The sky casts over dove
Shattering verses divine
Ill intentions mutant into mine
Battering bones ignites a wind inside
Still overhead appears this silent white wisp
A tender heart lay beaten uneased
May I remain doubtful to claim
The chasm in which I have seized
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Apr 8, 2012
Apr 8, 2012 at 12:22 AM UTC
An unloved soul travels a great distance to find peace within itself
It flickers and flatters as it cries for help
This soul may not be so deserving of love
Nor a sweet chocolate dove
But it continues to travel in hopes to redeem itself of past sins
The soul sits in a crooked closed cabin
Waiting for the love to come in
Though it is the soul that needs to come out of its miserable shell
Until then it will always remain in a emotional hell
Unable to repel the hate that dwells
As its feelings swell
Its mind becomes unwell
It has lost any indication
whether or not it's on the right trail
Until a loved soul feeling well comes upon its trail
It opens up the closed cabin as it hears the cries for help
It comes upon a soul very deserving of love and gave it a hug
It traveled a great distance to give peace to the uneased
In hopes to cure it
In which it would succeed
An unloved soul traveled a great distance and found an undeniable hope
And at last it can finally breathe
Jul 8, 2020
Jul 8, 2020 at 3:37 AM UTC
Dear my sweetie Mary Anne,
you will be better then?
you will be better than what everyone is doing in the world,
but you take so much time trying to get the details right,
and don't get me wrong,
you did a lot of things right for a girl,
but Mary Anne,
she took you out to see,
all the places you details, kept you from being,
and she made you believe,
that the world was full of your opportunities.
so you,
had a lot of girlfriends,
but didn't really know them,
all you remembered was the one butterfly to set you free,
but Mary Anne,
she took you out to see,
but you couldn't get over her, so you plead,
you both were not able to be,
because she saw you,
but you were still too weak,
a butterfly isn't strong enough to hold you,
so do you want to go back?
when you were just okay with life,
and never have meat the girl of your dreams,
working a mediocre job,
day in and day out,
just to make money like a breeze?
but Mary Anne,
she took you out to see,
and you know you were right where,
you wanted to be,
and Mary Anne she makes your tummy rubble like the sea,
filled to the brim with little butterflies in reverse,
there uneased,
but she isn't just like normal girls,
she takes time, and heart,
and love, from more than a world,
of book smarts,
so Mary Anne,
can you agree,
to love her forever,
and treat her with dignity,
But Mary Anne,
she took you out to see,
all the things she saw your heart was missing,
and you found it as she was stitching,
your heart to hers,
her heart to yours,
so Mary Anne,
She took you out to see,
that she loves you,
and she wants you to love her,
and you're destined to be,
and mama here,
blesses you to be,
with her forever as you please,
I love you both,
and you're both daughters to me,
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 6:47 PM UTC
In the grey fogs of the cities -
Like mushrooms in the moist,
There grow beggars in the corners,
"Just a penny, sir!" - voiced.
You may find them in any genre;
Old men next to a jar,
Sad blokes without roof nor goods,
Lads playing a guitar.
All they want is only a coin-
Giving them needs morals;
Only God knows, you may be there,
Begging with them for alms.
---
Every time, I bypass by one,
My throat knots in a ball;
I feel an urge to seek coppers,
Always giving them all.
However, once it happened that-
I ran out of changes,
When an old gypsy woman was
Looking for my wages.
She blocked the entry of the shop:
"A coin, may God bless you!";
I excused: Now, I'm short of posh
While trying to get through.
---
She grabbed my arm and hugged my waist:
"My dear, my kids need food!"
Get out of my way, you witch! - thought,
"Witch?! You'll pay for b'ing rude!"
I was shocked: What, she read my mind?!
She spat between my eyes,
Hugged me harder than a python-
While murmuring weird rhymes.
"Pale face - hard heart, now you will pay,
Pale heart - hard face, you'll own!"
I fear'd if there were watching crowds,
But none, I've seen none, none.
---
The witch's gone as if never been,
Leaving my eyes in pain;
Taking my sight away, to say:
Oh my God! Am I sane?!
No doctor could cure my blindness:
"Nah, you must pretend it."
Then, a charlatan informed me:
"You're cursed, I'm sure of it".
Knowing being cursed let me sick;
"You'll need her to be cleansed",
But how to find her in Paris?
Been blinded and uneased.
---
I digged through the darkest quarters,
Meeting gypsy kings and hags;
Though, they were all laughing at me:
"A witch-beldam who begs?!"
My dispair led me to the shop:
Maybe, I'll find her here;
Time has strained my face and my heart,
Begging there year to year.
"All I want is only a coin-
Giving me needs morals;
Only God knows, you may be here,
Begging with me for alms."
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 1:24 AM UTC
I hear the waves crash back and forth, synchronizing in perfect harmony. The winds whisper my name. My heart beats fast.
The sky hangs over me, and the waves come near;
I’m pensive, self-absorbed. I walk alone, my soul uneased, searching for all the answers.
What’s there waiting for me, at the end of the ocean shores?
Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 11:57 AM UTC
As i open the door, the living room deflates. I force myself forward. Taking a seat somewhere between my strong will and constant search of comfort. You smell like stale popcorn and feel like an uneased sympathy pat on the back. I remember the excitement which once lived here in the space next to me. Its memory almost evaporated into a musk that barely lingers. I remember the coos and awes and sounds of admiration now air bubbles trapped beneath frozen surface. Each moment passing, an empty exchange watching gravity ****** sand from my lifes hour glass. Leaving my soul to crave affection as you snore and i absorb the television screen.
The difference of distance, inches yet worlds away
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 11:50 PM UTC
He spoke to me in words
told me to promise
to cross pinkies
to tell all his loved ones
that he loves them so,
and hes sorry
sorry to have to let go so easy
with an uneased mind
he held me
and he told me he loved me
told me to keep going on and
missing him will be temporary
we sat on the train tracks
waiting
waiting for the better end to come
together we wanted to leave
him and i
so we went.
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 2:24 AM UTC
"Lookin' in the mirror like I'm runnin' for ya" @mrswoope
I found free bread,
looked like I was living,
deep down I've been dead,
he's the only one who knew it,
said I'm forgiven,
said he isn't a liar,
said it's the truth,
I saw the evidence,
denied the proof.
Multiple ifs,
if I made a will would it be the Fathers?
If I showed them my ***** laundry,
would that make me clean?
If I wore all the T-shirts would it prove I'm part of the team?
If it doesn't profit I'm accounting the losses,
drunk from a bitter well,
still thirsty,
boy better know...
If He's the forerunner I wanna be among the runner ups.
uneased,
attention sicker,
face booked,
mind felt thicker,
new addiction,
birds on twitter,
running from my situation,
looking for instagrammyfication.
I'm back in the lab,
don't tell dee dee,
no magic tricks,
now you see me.
Just grazing amataba,
corn liquor,
I see the mountain dew as the moon shines but I won't drink,
I don't wanna go to court,
had enough miranda,
pass me something fresh,
life-giving 7up now I'm full of pep, see?
101 denominations Cruella smiles at my blind spots,
feeling Shaggy,
stole my dogs,
let them out,
don't tell Scooby,
chasing a double standard of living,
lowering my own,
trying to be real ended up a clone,
whitewash inanimate,
despicable like a minion,
peeling my plastic,
under a basket.
Cashier at the pharmacy,
chuckling at the after life,
said he only went to Sunday school so his mum would keep being nice.
Have 99 problems ahead,
he never leaves 1 behind,
thought I stood,
felt the fall,
read the writing on the wall,
started righting all my wrongs,
listing them from the least to greatest yeah I hope he erased them.
Knock on the door I'm Judas peeping through the keyhole,
cares of life lost for Word,
can't fill the gaps suicidal,
hanged man,
Jesus Christ died once,
even though I double crossed him,
He said it is finished,
he came for the lost,
I count it all loss then.
Had sweat on my brow,
trying to toot my own horn,
it took a while but I found a better one to blow.
amataba(maize in icibemba)
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 6:14 PM UTC
It’s like wanting a home
Somewhere to call my own
But knowing it won’t happen
The bridges are burned
It’s feeling lucky
To have shelter
But knowing it’s not
Gonna last forever
It’s feeling uneased
When counting the months
Thinking I am too lucky
When will my luck turn
It’s seeing your goals
They are so near
God let me reach them
Before they are gone
It’s being compassionate
Wanting to help others
Knowing how desperation
Can be so unkind
It’s feeling alone
Yet forcing a smile
Because sadness is constant
Learning to mask it
Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 5:14 PM UTC
~
•
_"Come let us meet"_
she had said hidden under the sheet
Her's that were her enticing cheeks
strings of lace—_red violet_
Barely enough fabric to cover the fabric
of her bare skinned *******
An uneased bite lip seemed so violent,
bodacious; a body bold in fair skin tone
She feels like a fountain of youthful desire
a running waterfall of natural causes
But for this night, a night she wants
to be owned
By his planet size to conquer her world
_"Come let us meet"_
as if in secret, knowing the wrongs
that feel so right
Kissed in a whisper,
blissful as a dream
Foxy; let yourself chase it's tail
dig into my flesh by the trap of sharp
teeth—_lover's snare_
Show no mercy, be possessive,
needy, greedy
Pulling my hair, but treat me
as yours with care
I have a bone to pick
and a place to put it
"Right there"
_"Come let us meet"_
in this moment's little speak
And shall I have a taste of you on
my lips, to meet your meat
Taste of my skin
sensitive, a pen click
_in and out_
Pressing your fingers on ****
a tongue kiss; circling around
laps until the race is complete
_"We will meet"_
close the window of your heart,
pull the curtains over your soul
Turn the lights down low,
and I'll light the candles with my words
And we can keep each other warm,
away from the outside snow
Burning bodies to the call;
yearning passions as my flesh itches
being bitten by a smitten love bug
My body in a rush,
throbbing in a rhythmic hard drive
For your body is a journey,
an adventure; I'm so pleased to enjoy the ride
__I only want you tonight!__
•
~
Jan 3, 2023
Jan 3, 2023 at 3:42 PM UTC
The iridescent silence
resides in every hole
Every nook, every branch, every absence
aware that it should know
That the silence should seek the silence
and dampen living sound
Exert its out numbering presence
and flush disturbance out
This is how the woods exist
in the mercury morning night
It is the one time of the day
when sound loses the fight
Everything moving is alien
a probe disturbing time
Everything uneased by nothing
an irrationally influenced mime
Then "until" is the gospel of life
until strings ignite the sound
When those fallen silent resume their strife
and until their movements resound
But under the velveteen mirror
under the soft grip of ice
Air becomes solid and trees shadow white
in the mercury morning night
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 9:16 PM UTC
Straggler wondering a barren sea frothing at the seams,
Chatter coming from beneath the ice, hearing distant screams,
Burning freeze upon his bare feet,
Icy feeling like concrete,
Yearning for warmth as he is uneased,
No escape from frozen sheets.
He was just in paradise back and forth twice,
Closed from the mind he is now lost in time,
Intertwining thoughts just won't stop,
His propose in frost is capsulated and lost.
Once a visionary leader and naturally loves healer,
Far from the beach listening to those who screech he's now a fellow bleeder,
Lowered by others demeanor who assimilate as deaths cleaver.
The air is heavy with a deathly starry medley,
making him a shallow breather choked by the reaper,
But being a believer from ghosts past into the darkness,
perpetuates a dreadful fever upon his worn carcass.
Frozen lost slipping on froth,
His monks cloth now colored to goth,
His soul is crossed which will never defrost,
Melting ambitions are glossed by the frost.
Wondering lost and abused he is misused, his decaying flickering spirit Bemused,
Never to regain a path forward he's consumed,
Walking backwards in life his path never concludes.
Mar 9, 2021
Mar 9, 2021 at 10:10 PM UTC