"unexperienced" poems
iNever Been iN A Relationship With A Human Being.
Only With My Drug,
Crystal ****
IConsidered iT My Lover.
My Baby, My World My Everything. iFell inlove With A Substance,
Felt So Real.
Created A Strong Bond
That Seemed unbreakable We Were unseperable.
This Stimulant Kept Me Away From Reality And Everything in it.
Blocked Me
From Having An Actual Boyfriend and Catching
True Loving Feeling.
iWas Blinded By These False Euphoric Feelings.
A Rush Like iF ive Accomplished A Hundred Things.
iWas Concentrated And Focused On Getting High And
Just living The Addict life.
That iHad No intrest At 16 Towards Boys or having a love life.
My Mind Was Just Set On The Streets And Dope Game,
Riskful Missions And Hanging With Friends. Guys Would Holler,
But id Give No interest.
Just Me And My Drug iS All That Mattered.
Throughout My 3rd Time iN Rehab, My Neighbor Would Call.
A Guy Friend.
Daily Conversations, Laughs And giggls, something so rare and unexperienced.
As iBegan To Recover & Emotions Started To Untie,
iBegan To Feel Some Strange feelings ive never experienced 1st hand.
Once iGraduated My program. We Communicated More,
I liked This, i liked him.
Was Hard To believe that after all he knew about me?
He was into me to.
My supporter, My Friend This Guy Became My 1st Boyfriend <3
041314
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 9:52 AM UTC
Words:
whispering sybils
of concealed worlds.
In betweens and beyonds,
somewheres and nowheres,
truths for making believe.
Words.
Carmine nostalgia of the unexperienced.
Utopia upon a time.
Windmill wings to grow a heart,
flavours and scents of new seen worlds,
tangible places pulsating in snow globes,
cosmogony of what is not.
Words:
scribbling, engraving a forever world.
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 3:45 PM UTC
arms outstretched,
I reach for the stars
I was always told to want
only to find that I'm
tracing myself against
murky, illegal water
in pink nectar.
I'm too rough
unexperienced
nerves get the best and I
dip down ever so slightly
not bothering to take a breath.
as I slip under the fruity grip
the lake of liquid freedom
clouds my vision.
fear.
a calm, calloused hand
hardened from time
from life
from love
cups my cheeks and
breathes into me
with her
petal lips
sticky against mine
a reminder.
I float back up
before I get a good taste
I twist and turn against the current
hissing
against the surface
Solidago and Indian Mallow
smeared across the sky
reflecting against me
until I'm nothing
but the fuzz
of a peach
Dec 13, 2020
Dec 13, 2020 at 6:56 PM UTC
Pressure to be pretty in the unearthly hours of the morning
Eyes pulled down by bags, bloated and yawning
Eyeliner and lipgloss and concealer thick and fast
Covering the callouses, praying it'll last
looking good and smelling good and in the peak of health
Its all an uphill struggle to better your fine self
Judged by a jury of unexperienced youths
Panicing at lunchtime, retouching in the loos.
Hair and eyes and lips and cheeks and clothing and skin
Bottle after bottle, empty in the bin
Scraping and slathering, plucking and plastering.
The never ending problem, thats actually, within.
Dec 3, 2011
Dec 3, 2011 at 1:52 PM UTC
We did not wait as long as the others.
We were ready before they were.
And that's okay.
I was fourteen the first time.
Not understanding what I was getting myself into.
Eventually we stripped our stars, with everything on the floor, and a locked door.
You were sprawled across the canvas...
I began to paint.
Swirls, faces, unfamiliar places.
All I wanted to see
was you.
All I wanted to taste
was you.
All that I tasted was, indeed, you...
Nothing sweet.
Refreshing, yes, minty...
But not sweet.
Clumsy mouths, bumping off one another in the darkness.
Unexperienced lovers, unsure of our next moves.
I was as brave of a gentleman as I could have been, but you...
You tread on my courage.
And I do not miss you.
No, I do not miss you, but I am sorry...
Forgive me.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 3:40 PM UTC
have you ever been stuck
inside your own mind
it's as if you have locked eyes
with a different conscious in light
or darkness
I can't see
but I have vision
a question
where is silence
I have never wondered
but who
has anybody discovered
the quiet of no thought in mind
w or ds
scattered into l e t t e r s
make me believe
and sink into
a false phantasm
where things lose all meaning to me
I cannot explain this disorienting feeling
an experience left unexperienced everytime
chaos havocing my intellect
Jul 11, 2019
Jul 11, 2019 at 11:01 AM UTC
Maybe, I'm tired.
Maybe, I don't give a **** anymore with your opinion.
Well, Maybe, We're *******
I thought, we trust each other,
but 'TRUST' is never that easy.
We both wild and free. We never take things too serious.
I thought, we love each other,
but 'LOVE' is never that simple.
We both young and unexperienced, We don't know much.
I thought, we will last forever,
but 'FOREVER' is a very very long time.
We don't know how to commit with only one person, We are too scared and weak.
Maybe, we are too tired to find the way out.
Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 12:15 AM UTC
My first kiss
hasn't happened yet.
But it's there.
Like a butcher's number,
Tangible but not taken.
So I am left to elaborate
With my own imaginative details
What a kiss is like.
And I feel that
Everything around me
Is adding layers to the
Experience
Until I've arrived with
My heart exploding
In a frantic beat
Like twitching
When you're almost
Asleep.
Aware of his arms
Even more of his lips.
Wanting to go farther
To catch up on lost time,
To dive into the ocean
And look upwards into the light
Of what's above
Where I am safe in silence.
But he's as unexperienced as I am
More scared than excited
Not ready for the dive
That I've had my toes on
For years.
So I'm left
With the perfect memory
Of a kiss
That never happened.
Mar 7, 2010
Mar 7, 2010 at 1:36 PM UTC
I sought calm seas,
The seas I knew,
Where I was born,
Waters I understand.
I charted my course
And unfurled my sails
Just in time for the storm.
To spirit me away
Into the unknown
I though I was
Prepared, a good sailor
But when the skies
Turned dark and the
Waves grew tall,
I was not ready
For my mind to
Fall to pieces,
My spirit to collapse.
I gripped the wheel
Holding on tight
As lightning struck
The deck around me.
With one last wave
The height of the mast
I was tossed away,
Carried out to seas
Yet to be charted.
Floating, drowning
Churned around
By angry swells.
The water floods
My empty lungs
And feeling unexplored
Pains unexperienced
Filled my empty mind.
I shiver in the cold.
Sep 20, 2010
Sep 20, 2010 at 11:11 AM UTC
My skin is soft and my mind unexperienced.
Like cotton right off the stem.
And when animosity hits it, I tend to be unprepared for such topics.
My body goes through constant cycles of supposed purification
Like the separation of the cotton from its seed and the bleaching of its fruit.
So when I realize my impurity, I tend to reject myself. For I feel that others would anyways.
My blood runs through my organs, and is altered in my heart
Like cotton being twisted to threads.
I crystalize like cane sugar as it drips off its heat made daggers, and I crush to dust under the weight of every decision that I make.
Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 10:57 AM UTC
The grey road flashes by
as I travel this road
of life and its happenings.
The silken and rough mosaic
of events that define me
of life and its happenings.
The plain and rough time
of the unknowns, the unexperienced
of life and its happenings.
The pain and joy, the pleasure and sorrow,
the desire and horror await me
of life and its happenings.
Feb 8, 2010
Feb 8, 2010 at 8:14 AM UTC
Too young,
Too weird,
Too...unexperienced.
Say someone's name,
It's slander,
Say your own opinion,
You're childish.
Here's the thing...
No one is ever truly grown up.
That's life.
Growing.
Call me...childish,
Foolish,
Young,
Mature,
Spoiled,
A contradiction...
But in the end, you're the same.
Jan 25, 2014
Jan 25, 2014 at 12:15 AM UTC
our thoughts are cradled like an unexperienced parent.
our willingness to be in each others work.
to watch is to live. to live is to watch.
films speak more on how we see our worth to
others...
maybe it's the other way around.
the campus is giving 90s teen drama.
motion pictures is why we are
here.
i am the star.
no, is she. or is he. wait, it's
all of us...
it's the thought counts. it's the frames that
count. it's the thoughts that dictate the rate.
the obligation expands as some of the angels cry over
us. protecting the rest.
some scream like the students in 'cleaners'.
does the comedy make us think? or cry instead in the
seats of
cine lawan --
Me, [insert your name here], a filmmaker. we all win
an award or two. some of us do.
we still keep creating.
my thoughts hold me in a loose trance. dancing with
me in the heat -- walking
with me the rain.
the white lady - i mean ghost- must have stopped recording since
we can here our voices again.
is the world even gonna end? says a fragile student
two rows in front of me. their back facing her
front.
it's giving blue and hidden in the dark. illuminated
by the works of art.
cinema. it's films. movies.
that a big reason i'm alive.
it's a reason to continue
even if there is not a quick
fix to life.
films give us life. or is it
the other way
around?
as the filmmakers desends into madness -
i mean their seats,
they soak the experimental footage,
red dirt sprinkled everywhere in
a ditch--
one weeps and the other takes a shot
for a share later.
everything happens because we filmed it.
thought it. cast it. documented. recorded.
edited.
distributed.
a feedback loop.
we think we know how the plot will unfold.
i see the colors from the projections even
as i look ahead. Still. Here.
I am still here as
my thoughts-
Mar 15, 2025
Mar 15, 2025 at 10:21 PM UTC
So, grasshopper....
What is love / to someone who is complaining?
Screaming. Wailing / Proudly prevailing / loudly Reprimanding
Or commanding Bounded feet
Pushing.
Shushing in rushing / Busiest with everyone else's business
Pushing.
Dumbfoundedly Enforcing. Forcing / mindlessly divorcing meaning?
Not knowing / Rather assuming or presuming
To speak not for himself
Instead for us, lauding law, howling for god
What is it without making / any sense? /
Having no reason?
What is love if only a word /
Sung or graffiti tag on walls / Ave. 3rd / blurbs
So to speak / a word / whispers...
Write or read / Flat screen / one dimensional unexperienced /
Word up / Another billboard's Loud propaganda
"Unt wonderbar sinfully delicious"
You will OBEY
Says snickers /
Harangue of commands
The replete of a single word / repeat
"Believe"
On and on / carrying calm
And what is forever to an insect? With brief breath
Vampyric Parasitic Abuzz
Without purpose but swarm
Wasted waning / Locust death Landscapes / we barely notice
Cherish just a starving word
So goes my question / Unanswered. Kept
distant. Unproven / underserved
The point is moot /
What is love / To you?
Without proof Without life
What are eyes without the light ?
What is love if nothing / If never born
A mind Emotes / oceans / swells /
Love ....
The tiniest of tempests
One thought becomes a storm
Felt Like dreams / Stars for diamond tears
Energy in living form... now asking why / Are we here?
No doubt It is to know love
And so... What is a good word?
Truth (the word of god)
Namaste
The eyes wordlessly say
Love light: Our beautiful day.
With every storm loud with thunder
A serenity found / Amidst All Life's blunders
So jump for joy, grasshopper... Being loved is like being found.
Finally seeing the awe and the wonder.
The clarity of a mind's eye, life is the dream
breathless heart you must plunder.
Fight fire not with fire, but with water
that which you can have but cannot hold...
and what is love
if not sharing a drink
like every storm
we all are wet underneath
like every heart must sometimes think
we will wake already ashore
inhale this gift - the perfect time is now
because this is love, grasshopper
and we are the tempest
the hearts who think...
This must be love
having been
given everything?
my cup is filled by heaven's rain
no fear of death, but war and pain...
the storm swims with / in /
you.
But you're a beautiful day.
Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 9:19 PM UTC
To Consider Thyself
I speak to others
Day to day
At time considering
At times flowing
Each different.
Why the difference?
Some flow so eternally
Never looking back
Always experiencing
Others are trapped in recollection
Considering
Considering
Considering
Only experiencing
When caught off guard
When they can’t consider
Foreign stimulation.
What a line. Foreign Stimulation.
Doesn’t sit well with me. Like an illusion.
Each sensation. So novel. Unexperienced. Foreign.
If everything is foreign, nothing is foreign.
Taking to the extreme incites a conclusion.
We are what we perceive.
Everything is known.
Why then, do I consider, that I consider, that I consider, that I consider…
Myself?
Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 5:03 PM UTC
Living the last day of vita, the last drop of misery
There is no love story in my mind
No memory, either.
Only the things unexperienced
Which they thwart to do
I couldn't go to the far end of the world
Or make anyone latch on to me
Who banned?
What is wrong?
What does family means, we'll die, already
Living the last day of vita, the last drop of misery
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 4:52 PM UTC
Voice like supple silk
that rises and falls
like the mellifluous sounds
of sand-fused waves,
stripped of judgment,
bare and candid,
as though it were made
of pearlescent clouds,
gleaming in the air
and absorbing my breath,
leaving me only a shell
with a conflicted smile,
pained by the pangs
of unreturned debts,
of unpaid dues,
of long glances
and untouched skin.
Gaze like a palliative stroke
that brushes against my face
and washes over my pores,
chills my bones to their core,
morphs my heart into a butterfly,
glides across my flesh
and heats it slowly,
shifts my attention not toward the stare,
but toward myself,
or, for that matter,
my bleeding lips.
Smile like unsullied sweetness
that glimmers like diamonds,
rubies, emeralds,
a purity like no other,
unexperienced by most;
it shines like pearls,
gleams like a tentative embrace
and it melts me like ice,
shakes me like time,
grasps me like simple moments
that fade with life's frown,
that crawl back to their nests,
hoping to wake soon.
These things, these little
qualities, are not destined for
a scheduled end, or a common finish;
they are not made or fashioned
by selfish desire or avarice.
They are made, no, crafted
by you and your
beautiful persona,
your gracious intent,
your soft-spoken words
that make the world
tremble in awe,
make humanity kneel
in admiration, in placid veneration,
make you sing like
an uncaged bird freshly freed,
laugh like a newborn just kissed,
cry like an adult just moved.
These facets are just words, yes,
but they're simply what make you
so magnificent and true.
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 6:46 PM UTC
She was a girl looking for love
In a town where boys looked for fun
So she visited another town
Where she found a man
Looking for both
She was unexperienced
Beliving that if she gave all of her heart
She would get all of his in return
But the man was scared
Keeping a part for himself
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 11:57 AM UTC
So, grasshopper....
What is love / to someone who is complaining?
Screaming. Wailing / Proudly prevailing / loudly Reprimanding
Or commanding Bounded feet
Pushing.
Shushing in rushing / Busiest with everyone else's business
Pushing.
Dumbfounded yet Enforcing.
Forcing / mindlessly
divorcing meaning?
Not knowing / Rather assuming or presuming
To speak not for himself
Instead for us, lauding law, howling for god
What is it without making / any sense? /
Having no reason?
What is love if only a word /
Sung or graffiti tag on walls / Ave. 3rd / blurbs
So to speak / a word / whispers...
Write or read / Flat screen / one dimensional unexperienced /
Word up / Another billboard's Loud propaganda
"Unt wonder-bar sinfully delicious"
You will OBEY
Says snickers /
Harangue of commands
The replete of a single word / repeat
"Believe"
On and on / carrying calm
And what is forever to an insect? With brief breath
Vampiric Parasitic Abuzz
Without purpose but swarm
Wasted waning / Locust death Landscapes / we barely notice
Cherish just a starving word
So goes my question / Unanswered. Kept
distant. Unproven / underserved
The point is moot /
What is love / To you?
Without proof Without life
What are eyes without the light ?
What is love if nothing / If never born
A mind Emotes / oceans / swells /
Love ....
The tiniest of tempests
One thought becomes a storm
Felt Like dreams / Stars for diamond tears
Energy in living form... now asking why / Are we here?
No doubt It is to know love
And so... What is a good word?
Truth (the word of god)
So jump for joy, grasshopper...
Being loved is like being found.
Finally seeing the awe and the wonder.
The clarity of a mind's eye,
life is the dream the heart you must plunder.
the perfect time is now
because this is love, grasshopper
and we are the tempest and peace
the hearts who think...
This must be love
Thank goodness/ for everything….
Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 5:48 AM UTC
I've been going through the motions,
Trailing behind your footsteps of joy,
Because their scent is too potent,
For me not to respond in some way.
I make every effort to say things,
That people have found comforting,
The problem is it means nothing to me,
I've never cared whether people ask me.
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 6:30 PM UTC
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Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 11:46 PM UTC
shutting this lustful devil up into a statue
this is what i must do, to disguise my mutilated view
the ends of its unexperienced mouth tremble and twitch
as i force myself deeper and deeper into its abyss
and those live cheeks, curiously immature
turn to an indecent pink, in my repulsive, quivering hands
this statue i have concocted in my intellect
with these incomplete slots in my brain
there are no boundless alternatives to my, unsettling masterpiece
simply produced and seduced by me
Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 10:51 PM UTC
We shall not wait for prince charming to save us,
We must bring ourselves up from what haunts our beings.
Don't sit upon a filth covered floor and wait for results.
Allow dust filled time to be motivation for bettering ourselves.
But when our fate has turned for what we've made it,
Don't wait for someone to be in hell to show them heaven.
Be the better side of yourself to even those unfamiliar.
Open up to them with confidence and pride.
Show kindness to the experienced and unexperienced alike,
And give chances those who accept them, not necessarily deserve them.
Beware though, of sympathy and care's dangerous results.
For the mistakes learned from are what divide the fine from the lazy.
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 5:34 PM UTC
One
They don’t know that 19-year-old doesn’t want them
The way they want to be wanted
To be needed
Like a housewife
To a loving caring husband
In their 30’s with four children and a great big house
He doesn’t share those dreams
Two
They like the attention they’re getting what they’ve never gotten before
When you used to be the ugly, weird girl
No one really paid attention to you
Until him
Even though you liked him first
Made sure he knew it
Had your friends help you message him
He was surprised
Three
He made you feel special
He told you that you were the only girl he was talking to
He told you that he seriously adored you
Four
We talked about everything
Almost
We talked about the good things in our day
We talked about movies
We talked about everything instead of what really was going on
I didn’t tell you I had an eating disorder
I didn’t tell you I was being abused
I didn’t tell you that every day I felt like ending it
That you and my friends were the only things keeping me tethered to the world
I didn’t tell you how much I loved you
How much I was falling
Five
You said how much you wanted to kiss me
Hold me, make sure that everything was okay
How you couldn’t wait for me to turn sixteen
11 months
Until...
Six
You couldn’t understand why I liked you so much
You said “I’m a letdown, It’s like when you thought you bought sweet tea but it’s actually unsweetened”
Verbatim
I thought that was so
Poetical
So deep
I realize now how wrong I was
Seven
You wanted to teach me how to kiss
Because I didn’t know how
I was unexperienced
Eight
We were so cringy
Looking back at it
I thought this supposed to be it
Calling you sweetheart and baby
When you barely knew the real me
You knew me but didn’t know
My trauma
What woke me up in the middle of the night
What I dreamed of
I longed for
My passion that I woke up every day to do
You didn’t know because I didn’t tell you
Because you never asked
Nine
You met my mom
Over video chat
I ensured her that she would love you
Just like I did
I told her all the good parts of you
And finally how happy I was with you
You said you were so nervous
But she didn’t think you were that bad
Ten
We wanted to meet up
We were going to meet at Hyvee
We planned it one day
When my mom had to pick up her medication
You were going to walk from your apartment while my mom went to the pharmacy
While I waited by the bathroom
Our plan was to have our first kiss
Maybe introduce you to my mom
Like we had both bumped into each other
Eleven
You were so much more attentive than Gabe
I told you about him
How he was my first real boyfriend
How he didn’t care
Or want to talk to me
But you did
And I thought
That was fantastic
Twelve
I thought I was the apple of your eye
But clearly I wasn’t
Thirteen
I got so many good poems out of you, it was crazy
Fourteen
Despite all the red flags I loved you
Fifteen
I was only fifteen
Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 7:42 PM UTC
the other day we were together and it was like a happiness so unexperienced. something euphoric and out of body. a happiness that was so perfect i don't know if ill ever be able to return to it. when i feel the wind rushing through my hair and your hand on me and my blood pulsing through me; a feeling i don't see attainable unless you're there with me.
Mar 11, 2015
Mar 11, 2015 at 8:10 PM UTC