"unexplainably" poems
Falling in love with someone who is bipolar will never be easy.
There will be minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months where I'm unexplainably mean, or recklessly happy.
For a period of time, I may be all over you and want to smother you in my aforementioned reckless happiness, that I will forget to ask how you're doing and if you ate anything today. I will forget that unlike me, you need to sleep for 9 hours a day and that you're not fully ready to take on the world.
At some point, I will take a turn for the worst and will mope in unbelievable sorrow due to the death of my false happiness.
I will cry about everything and will stop calling, and forget to remind you that I love you so much and just need some time away.
My deep sadness will soon turn into unrelenting anger and I will tell you abusive things that I don't really mean.
I will be confused as to why I say them, and apologize a million times and try to explain that I can't control my anger, and that I need to leave and be away from people for a while, although I know nothing will really help.
You will insist that it's okay and tell me you love me.
For days, weeks, or months, I will do this, and you will soon think I am lying and think that I am just genuinely terrible.
My constant apologies will become nothing and you will soon distance yourself and start falling out of love, but still have a glimmer of hope.
After this episode, I will have a period where I feel nothing and am almost robot-like. You will feel unwanted and unloved and look at me with such sad eyes and get nothing but a shrug and a half-assed "sorry."
When you finally walk away, I will have more bad days than good days because I will regret not saying I love you more.
I will hate myself for being bipolar. I will fall back into my bad habits and soon you will be a distant memory.
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 10:50 AM UTC
You told me that my heart
leaked a terrible poison.
That it was extreamly alluring
Yet unexplainably excruciating.
I've heard this before,
But you're the one
Who has been drawn to my demise
Like the moths
To my porch light.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 4:33 PM UTC
Often it's a fine line. Elements of the two will overlap and intertwine.
Lust coupled with a prominent ********
Longing, faith and need, founded upon an unexplainably true connection.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 7:40 PM UTC
Last time,
with lost grief,
I kept thinking of something,
that never found an answer.
The day I asked the universe:
Why? Why do you never let the world drive by itself—
without your rules, without its taste?
But silence whispered, unexplainably,
Or maybe.. I just didn’t hear.
I see people moaning,
“Oh God! Please call me to yourself!”
But you never call them.
I see people crying,
“Oh God! Please forgive my mistakes, spare my life!”
But I guess... they are your favourites.
From here, from there,
I wonder...
Why do they both ends the same way?
Both cries, only perspectives apart :
one wants to stay, while other wishes to leave.
I asked the universe again:
Why? Why do those who wish to live, eventually leaves...
while those who wish to leave, eventually stays?
Guess what? These questions covered up in the silence again..
It’s been months, unanswered...
Or maybe it’s just unexplainable.
Maybe the universe breathes in paradox.
And that itself is the answer.
—Parisha
Sep 3, 2025
Sep 3, 2025 at 5:07 PM UTC
a feeling of nearness when I see the countdown
hit me twice in a day, unable to comprehend
my love for you's a sin
futuristic endeavors are far out of reach
for I'll never experience something so
unexplainably deep
and harsh on my soul
but I'd like it to continue into the endless spectrum of wasted time
until someday luck brings upon
maybe a call, maybe none.
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 9:01 PM UTC
You said you can read what my smile says
Can you read my eyes too?
We sit in silence and I stare into your eyes
Painfully averting mine
You know what happens next and so do I
But can you read it in my eyes when they scream
I love you
I've left more than a few emotional gashes on your soul
And as you lean over crying in front of your car
I wonder if you can hear my tears fall
As my eyes beg you not to leave me,
But I'm the one who told you to go
Another day, another **** up
Weeks turn into hell and
Months breed tragedy
I'm losing it all and it's my own fault
For not stopping myself from investing my heart
Into two different, amazing people
You ask if people really do what others tell them
Yet you know I've done just that
To save a chance with someone
That possess my feelings unexplainably
You love me, you're in love with me
And I love you
But I'm lost
I can't live like this anymore
I can't handle trying to understand my feelings
When my heart is torn in two
One half is miles away,
The other is on its way,
Far far away from here
I'm sorry.
Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 10:10 PM UTC
We don't touch
For the risk of it being too much
We don't feel
For the risk of falling in love
We don't admit
For risk of looking stupid
We hold defense
Against all emotions
We guards our hearts
Against any devotion
We cover our tracks
Against our past notions
And yet despite all sense,
Us, shattered, and tattered
Worn away by the senseless wind and ceaseless rain
Unexplainably,
If only temporarily,
Fit.
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 3:54 PM UTC
My heart stops;
vociferously, unexplainably.
As if to say, wait -
heed closely this road.
There are few for whom this depth I will fall; so far,
as to halt the steady drum beat of my breath, your breath.
As I listen, I feel.
When I'm with you, my heart smiles in the corners of yours.
The single point of your touch awakens every pore in my body.
I am yours and you are mine;
Your words, my words,
reverberate through my ears and echo through the mountain passes of my dreams;
a whisper growing louder every time our energies enmesh.
It is a fleeting moment in time, a whimsical rush.
But in your eyes I see a lifetime in a second.
I see the fall, but not the ground.
Within seconds, your love has entangled mine, so tightly,
an endless knot that will outlive the remainder of our days.
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 3:13 AM UTC
Today I saw an ad on the TV for the good life
$129.99 and all you ever wanted delivered to your door in a box
Shipping and handling included
The man in the commercial had a big smile on
And a golden retriever by his side
Were sitting under palm trees
Smoking cigars...
Who doesn't want a cigar smoking golden retriever?
So I called up the toll free number and demanded a good life...
One week later the box came in the mail
"There's no way a golden retriever could fit in there"
I thought to myself
"Not even a puppy retriever
These must be the cigars"
No cigars
Just pills
"Of course" thought I
"Eating these will take me away
To an alternate reality
With palm trees, smiles
And cigar smoking dogs
Duh"
So I ate the pill and closed my eyes
Awaiting lift off
Like I've done so
Many times before
One Mississippi
Two Mississippi
Three, four, five Mississippi...
And you know what happened next?
My **** got hard for hours
That's it
Who's the sick SOB
Who's idea of a good life
Is an unexplainably long
Lasting *****
I alerted the authorities
Called the FDA
They must have the answers...
They just told me to visit the nearest hospital
Everything will be fine...
From that point on
I have been lost inside
And refuse to go outside
I shut my windows
And I lock the door
I can't make sense of it...
Why would I need to visit the docs?
I'm not the one thinking
Long lasting ******
Equals the good life
****** don't make retrievers smoke cigars
I'm not the one with the problem
Am I?
Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 11:52 AM UTC
Back in ninth grade when I first saw him, before I knew his name, before I knew who he was or who he would become to me. The first thing I noticed was the enthusiasm he spoke with.
I didn’t think he noticed me, even if he showed how much he cared for someone who was basically a stranger.
I didn’t see what he showed everyone else, the long hair and baggy clothes. Someone who didn’t care. I saw this boy who was too intelligent for his own good and could end the world if he so desired to. I saw this boy who found it so funny that I squeaked when poked and did it nonstop.
I stood on the sidelines and listened to this gamer kid who was so caring to his friends even though he picked on them to show it.
In tenth grade, the first thing I noticed were his eyes and how it felt to give him a hug when he asked, telling me he missed me when we sat a desk apart in science.
I didn’t know this kid with long brown hair who I thought I would never see again would turn up in my science class and my heart would beat just a little bit faster.
When I first saw him I saw past what he showed everyone else and even though my head didn’t know it, my heart did and it spent all semester trying to tell me.
I saw this guy who looked like he could care less but was always smiling and laughing and was so interesting to listen to, even if what he was saying was gibberish to me. I saw someone who liked to joke around with his friends.
I saw his smile, his laugh and how much he cared. I really liked when he smiled and the look he would give me when I did something weird.
He cared about his girlfriend and then friend, sometimes he would talk about her. I liked how much he cared.
All this time ago, I didn’t know who I was looking at was the boy I’d lay in bed having a pointless conversation with while my heart screamed at me to tell him how I felt.
I didn’t know that I would look forward to science class, just because of him.
I didn’t know that I’d be unexplainably sad when the semester changed and then oddly happy when I saw his name on the desk beside mine.
I didn’t know this was the guy that I’d have so many firsts with.
I didn’t know that this was the guy who would use my own ring to (jokingly) propose in sophomore year when we were 16 as we walked to fourth period.
Somehow he managed to see me. I still don’t know how though. And 3 years ago, I had no idea who he’d become to me.
When I first saw him, there were so many things I didn’t know and today there are still so many things I don’t know. But one thing I do know is that I love him.
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 2:26 PM UTC
I looked up to the sky and saw the stars
Each had a different glow
Each had its special way
And unexplainably:
Each had something that made it different
but sometimes you can only se that
through a microscope
When you look at it straight from the naked eye:
they all look the same way
And to the ignorant eye
they all look like simple dots
To me, even with the naked eye:
they look like sparkles
like diamonds in the sky
and sometimes I choose to hope
and to decide for my self
that they belong to me...
Each and everyone of those stars
Make me feel like something that matters
like an escape from reality
to a world where I'm in the sky
My name is Estrella Which means Star
And I fell like I belong there
sharing the huge sky with other stars
with other sparkles and diamonds
With other great people who have fought
for years, or months, or weeks, or even days.
but fighters, cuz in the end
everyone had their battles
and everyone belongs in their own world
of happiness and dreams
And no one is an exception
to a space with the stars...
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 8:58 PM UTC
love is artificial;
a synthetic drug everyone
craves, although it seems to
always be out of reach.
love is bland;
where are the sparks?
I feel this immutable nothing
with hands laced
in the hands of others,
containing nothing but time between.
I am uninspired
and unexplainably tired
as I mutter each soft spoken breath,
time is slipping through
as each fictitious word is withdrew,
and I stand alone
uninspired
and inevitably
out of use.
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 11:44 AM UTC
I see it differently
I see it vividly
I see it with deeper meaning
I see it so unexplainably
I see dreams
I see people
I see me
I see you
I see it so unexplainably
It feels real
Though it may not be
It feels more
Though it may not be
It feels true
Though it may not be
It feels right
Though it may not be
I feel the touch
Though it fades away
I feel the flight
Though it fades away
I feel the love
Though it fades away
I feel the strongest of emotions
Though it fades away
I can fly
I can see the sky
I can feel the lift under my feet
I can kiss and feel
I can get amazed
I can get dazed
I can feel it from within
I can feel as if it's real
So much so it's confusing with reality
It's amazing
It's great
It's sad
It's scary
It's happy
It's extraordinary
Mar 10, 2015
Mar 10, 2015 at 3:16 AM UTC
her nose is a perfect shape
the kind that points perfectly out
and is perfectly straight
her eyebrows are short
as if somebody took a razor and shaved them off
leaving only a few strand by the bridge
her eyes are cloudy
not particularly sultry, yet unexplainably seductive
her lips are the type you see in old movies
with the upper lip all pointed
and the lower over lined and round
she's got tons of scars but i can't see them
and it's not because i'm not looking hard enough
trust me i am
its because every time i look at her
all i see is her
that's why her features are so hard to describe
she's so familiar to me
her face looks like
her face
her body resembles that of the gods
she's picture perfect
the way she lies there
my god I could look at her forever
I could hold her forever
she is the epitome of grace
the epitome of excitement
and above all
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 9:38 PM UTC
She smiled and then and there I knew that nothing can ever take away the peace that I had in my heart, in my mind and in my soul. Nothing could ever blemish this perfect and God given moment. I swear I have experienced bliss and paradise. I could honestly say that it'd be fine if I died tomorrow because I knew what heaven tastes like; because heaven is in fact a place on earth with her. I thought to myself, "God she's so beautiful, she's perfect." Indeed she was beautiful, in her perfectly imperfect ways. All my life I was searching for something majestic; something that could unexplainably warm the cold in my heart and there she was and here I am still trying to grasp that she is here and this is happening.
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 12:44 AM UTC
I guess I feel the need to linguistically,
like poetry,
express everything that's wrong with me
emotionally,
and I guess that ironically,
canonically,
almost comically,
that led to my downfall in all honesty...
I promise me
we're meant to be,
cosmically,
and things change allegedly,
but it seems to me
you swore to me
you'd let it be,
and truthfully,
the way you did that was painfully,
unchangeably,
not how I meant it to be...
And all of that won't change, you see,
that I love you unequivocally,
in a way most strangely,
and unmistakeably
the joy in me,
and the suffering
you're causing me...
I regret my attempt to anonymously,
incriminatingly,
express my need
in light of the unexplainably
vivid heartache it's caused me,
But who's to pay the price but me?
Who but I is eligible, conveniently?
To be,
Accidentally,
The ****
to your Germany?
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 11:37 PM UTC
you were the sun and the thunder all at once
I saw you through the rain
that night we were dancing on top of police cars
running across the river
to this day
it stills smells sour
like the syringes you promised me
you'd never touch again
i was looking for an escape
you were looking for someone to change
you said it's not peer pressure
it's just your turn
but this isn't about those nights
we stole ***** from your dad's cabinet
danced to dubstep
stuck spinning
wishing
wanting
forgiving
dim days cracked open
like my ribcage
i wanted to give you everything tucked away
that no one else had uncovered
that night tucked underneath
your lost promises
pierced right through me
but I'm grown enough
to leave those bleached white
suburban downy wishes behind
left me crying in the kitchen
like this was all my fault
the blood isn't just on my hands
both of us
ran away from the days
we ran away to the pool house
hid out in the backseat
but now i'm grown enough
and i'm still stuck spinning
wishing
wanting
forgiving
on my own
i saw you through the rain
and i wonder when you decided
that you would be the one to tear me apart
on and off
making wishes on dying stars
but you were my galaxy
i traced your outline on the dust next to me
this backseat is so
empty
and i hope you're much better now
i hope you got to achieve
all the **** we talked about
over cigarettes and coffee
and those are the nights
i hope i won't forget
you're 10,000 miles away
i won't forget
the way your skin felt
unexplainably smooth
how nervous i felt
just standing next o you
but really i just want to thank you
for filling me up
then leaving me out to dry
and i hate it when people see me cry
so i hid my face in your arms
but now you're gone
and i'm finally starting
to dry my tears on my own
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 3:23 AM UTC
Dear C,
For the last week
I've been feeling down
I didn't believe anything
And no conclusions could be found
And all I could think
is " what if life has no meaning?
what if the universe just wastes space?
what's the meaning of the human race?"
But somehow
inexplicably
listening to you rant on the bus home
about how your Harvard-trained substitute
"Can't ******* teach"
somehow
unexplainably
made my day
a little brighter
and pushed the system in my mind out
like the month-long rainstorm that just ended yesterday
I guess listening to someone vent
when you feel pent up
can make you feel a little more free
so thank you
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 3:57 PM UTC
This unspeakable sudden grin upon my face
as your name pops up in my head
It's a cryptic occurrence that I can't decode
Just like you
But it makes my face light up brighter than the moon above
and makes my heart feel as free as a dove
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 5:28 AM UTC
Delving deep into the myriads of creativity
Levitating against the gravity
Camouflaging the reality
Gliding beyond roofs of reminiscence
Oh! Unexplainably impeccable
How is this even conceivable?
I exist everywhere
At the brink of the empires
At the link of the memoirs
Nothing looks sensual
Not a thing looks usual
I feel love, I feel pain
I feel despair, I feel calm
So much to offer
So much to perceive
Much more to comprehend
I ponder, deep underneath
Chasing my body, reaching out to it
I scream in silence, catching up with my breath
Slowly I feel the touch of truth
Ah!!.. I witness the relief so rowth
-Vandana
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 12:43 AM UTC
He said, "you are no Tinder chick"
He said I will wait for you
He said I love you
He said "I had never felt this before"
He said, you wonderful disaster
He said, you're awesome
He said, I want to make you happy
He filled my head with beautiful birds
that died suddenly, slowly, unexplainably
His thick glasses sail away from me...
Apr 8, 2017
Apr 8, 2017 at 6:38 AM UTC
I've found something new
and I have no idea if he'll be a poison or an antidote.
Because when he smiles
my heart shatters in a good way
like a chick hatching out of its shell.
I have no idea where this will go
except away from my past which is the only direction
I want to see myself going.
He has a light in his eyes that even the blind can see.
He's unexplainably taunting with his
obscurity.
He has doors that are beckoning to be opened
and walls that are praying to be broken down
and he doesn't even know it.
That he is the most astonishing book just waiting to be read.
And then the notion comes that maybe he doesn't want to be read.
That his book is meant for eyes that aren't my own
and that's why he locks the doors and boards the walls
when somebody tries to break and unlock them.
when I try to break and unlock them.
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 5:35 PM UTC
Memories and poems
Leaving the bad ones
Lying with the good
Writing out of habit
Lackluster of passion
Stirring letters in the soup
Sculpting metaphors
Painting words
Yawning in my sleep
My life a month ago
Was more just a dream
Of nothing much
But past lovers
And regrets of
What might have been
Made up stories
Or truths of rage
Trapped living the lie of freedom
From the saftey of my cage
Then was it by fate or chance
Or coincidence
I really could not tell
A harmless message
Sent forth then back
A single image
And a voice
Words both written and spoken
With such beauty and such grace
My curiosity wanted more
And shyly I feed that cat
Another message sent and read
Inspiration whispered to my ear
Then heart
Then soul
Was it flirting or simple kindness
Maybe a little bit of both
My curiosity wanted more
And In truth so did I
I feed and feed the cat and I
The cat grew fat
And my heart grew found
Each new picture seen
Each new word read and heard
Unexplainably
Unplanned
I slowly began to fall
And in falling
Through the darkness
I quickly found
My heart giving into
Madness
Now I start dreaming
Before I fall asleep
And keep dreaming
After I wake up
Dreams so vivid
Dreams so real
Dreams of falling
Through the madness
Of this love
You have never been in my room
But dream after dream
You have already shared my bed
We have never kissed
But my heart is convinced
It already knows the intimacy
Of your fingers touch
My soul spread with fire
Has burned your image
Upon my eyes
My pillow no fair substitute
For your head
But it knows every secret
Love and lustful whisper
I've wanted to say to you
And I know I shouldn't
But I cave and give in
Because it feels so good
And my senses
Say impossible
How could I have fallen here
Fallen so deep and quick
Into the blazing temptations
Of the devils smile
And the promised comforts
Of arms of paradise
The dark songs
The wailing warnings
The monsters beneath your bed
The devils waiting in your chest
I have fallen still deeper
Wanting all of you
For the delicate warmth
Of your smile
For the sweet songs
That beat in your heart
I would sit with you through
The blackest day
And hold your hands through
Every storm
My heart would want nothing less
Than all of it
To fly next to you
Be it forever
Or just one day
It's love for you
Will never fade
May 2, 2016
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Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 8:33 AM UTC
What is love?
Love causes hate. Love ignites us to discriminate between dream and real. Make us feel like we ain’t worth **** Throw a fit. Get lit.
Love is resentful. Eventful. You fight only to make up but live through threat of break-up. You fight for love and love to fight. It helps everything feel right. Is that love? Don’t ask me. I can’t judge you and your story. But I can dream and I can feel.
What is love?
I ask, what isnt? Is it just me? Can it be, that my family is marching towards eternity while I evade and fade into the distance? Did I miss it? Am I uplifted?
My mind wanders while my head ponders and the thought never leaves.
You asked what is love? I said, what isn’t? It’s a tree in the distance. It’s a wedding ring on clearance. It’s big. It’s small; makes us fall head over heels. Makes us feel what’s real. Makes you think a different way. Makes you stay who you are. Not far from love but far from fear. What is love, my dear? Love is shared. Love is felt deeply, though the path treads steeply.
No rectification is beyond justification. If you feel exuberation, manipulation is beyond contemplation.
You get it?
You asked What is love? I told you what isn’t. Though underneath you, you never knew. The feelings felt were unexplainably true.
You asked What is love? You already knew. What, is love.
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 9:57 AM UTC