"unfeasible" poems
Flora and Fauna, the sisters of Season
Of Spring and of Summer
Allow now our drummer
To drum out the beat
For the feet of the sisters
To glide and to creep
Like the encroaching sleep
Which may perch on your shoulder if we cannot keep you awake
And on the edge of your seat, sir.
Now the former, sweet Flora, will finger the flute
While the other continues to glide and to slide
Like a sequined Venetian harlequin bride;
And now Fauna will mimic the movements of bird and of beast
As she graces the work of our landscape artiste
And all is completely unfeasible
Completely lacks reason
We guarantee.
Presently
In the eye of the beholder
Sweet Flora seemingly draws from the aether a lyre
And with flourishing fingers she plucks from the heavens
A song of the seasons, a pagan ode to Pan!
Behold! No aid of hoops, no strings
The vestal-virgin-harlot sisters sing
Of beautiful Persephone
And with unseen damselfly wings
Ascend from mediocrity
All melody forgotten
All the drums create cacophony
And you will find serenity in chaotic monotony
Now let this climaxing crescendo banish all your sorrowing!
No more that light; no more that sacred realm
Life’s door was dappled gloam; now all is black.
A man of wax with saintly, hollow eyes
Devoid of sin, devoid of love and light
That golden room is lost – you can’t turn back.
Now love has lost its lustre - lust lost joy
And coy eyes turn to watch the empty man
Struck by eternal beauty, and condemned
To haunt the broken world of mortal men;
And shrilling wind caresses empty hand.
Jul 2, 2012
Jul 2, 2012 at 12:01 PM UTC
Ignorance is bliss,
really,
more like Stupidity.
an aspect,
benefiting a person,
like cold sore,
irritating,
an annoyance,
peevish to your life.
Face it, honey,
you’re as fake,
as your personality.
You’re plastic,
I could melt you,
if I truly desired,
setting a lighted match,
to your artificial body.
Please, take some advice,
lay off the make-up,
you look like a clown,
maybe a **********
Tanning is acceptable,
but looking dark orange,
is outrageous.
There is no need to look,
like you just rolled in bag of Doritos,
that’s Snooki’s Job.
There is more to life,
besides appearances,
waking up like P. Diddy,
sweet heart, don’t like be Kesha,
it’s ******
Partying is enjoyable,
but not necessary every night,
consisting of drinking,
frat boys, jocks, pretty boys,
saying “oh my god”,
or “I broke a nail”,
and precarious ***
I know you were raised with Barbies,
but you don’t have to be one.
Barbie is a piece of plastic,
containing no originality,
with an unfeasible body,
and isn’t real,
much like yourself.
Stop with the act,
no one wants to be,
around a person,
who is often intoxicated,
narcissistic,
and a ditzy *****
You can be a girly girl,
but be genuine,
stop being a follower,
if everyone jumps off a bridge,
then you’ll be splattered,
upon the ground with them,
no use to anyone.
My words are probably useless,
going right through the holes,
of yours ears,
attached to the plastic head of yours.
Anyways, I tried,
as excruciating as it was,
to reach out to you,
who are living this life,
of alleged greatness,
more like a travesty,
in my eyes.
Hopefully, you’ll change,
wake up from this social stupor,
become yourself,
regain your individuality,
and cease to be,
a Barbie doll.
Jul 15, 2012
Jul 15, 2012 at 2:54 PM UTC
some say im cynical
satanical
that my minds mechanical
diabolical
spoken essence erotical
detestable
jaded imagery hypnotical
unstoppable
liable to solve the unsolvable
while prodigal poets drown in their nautical modules
im a criminal
a cannibal
storming the street like an animal
shooting cannonballs
through prison walls
splattering the generals
in bathroom stalls
hostil
leave you poppin pain pills in the hospital
uncontrollable
my temper is flammable
mumbles illegible
choking you with your pentacle
leaving onlookers speckled
the abominable
mental protocols unstoppable
the unfeasible constable
shooting up the card table
willing and able
to call your fables
and smash apart a label
i raise babies in unstable cradles
let you bleed out
like cracked ladles
engorged in unholy wars
exploring
the corruption of the core
deplored
uniformed for
the clash of the double edge swords
taking control of vocal chords
a meet of the hordes
of the horned
misinformed
adorned
in sunlight
trying to shine
just 1 line
at a time
until my life signs decline
almost time
light and shadow combined
Horus and set
by hindsight blessed
yet to contest
to the rest of this mess
by melancholy caressed
as i arise unrest
from the cess
of the un confessed
blessed
Jul 9, 2012
Jul 9, 2012 at 6:14 AM UTC
Colors shift and light dampens
I sit and watch the sun go down
the snow is aerated all around
I see pinks and oranges and yellows
the sunset here is unfeasible to describe
and yet here I am trying to explain
the colors that infuse together so well
almost dreamy in a fantasy kind of way
once it is gone it will never be the same
so I watch in awe as nature's beauty is revealed.
Mar 9, 2010
Mar 9, 2010 at 2:20 PM UTC
In a little muddled cloud, a bubble, a thought
Ideas float away unfettered of wings.
Catching them proves to be unfeasible
By any means possible it appears…
Careful when you pull from
My stack of Jenga dreams
Taken from what sustains and place on my crown
Begin tumbling, falling, scattering…game over.
Hold in your hands an image of love
Heavy, it seems, to the amateur captor
Light as air, supple, shaped…radiant
In the hands of the ancient, practiced devotee.
Halls and mirrors seek hazy confusion
Follow the seam and you’ll find the egress
Where Hope patiently waits, distant calliope, poised
To hold you and keep you, the spectacle of desire.
“Come home” breathes the slender sprite
Into ears unacquainted with compassion.
Lullaby swing, tree limb unbroken, come sing
The song in my dreams to make sweet.
Aug 9, 2011
Aug 9, 2011 at 8:41 PM UTC
Thornless roses,
Seedless fruits,
Stormless seas,
Calmness fleas,
Landless routes,
Loveless Atul,
Are all unfeasible.
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 1:04 AM UTC
We lay on a field of yellow stubble
Our legs swinging in soft water
Meeting occasionally
Butterflies in lower belly
Oh! The wonders of human touch.
Birds fluttering in the infinite blue
Erratic buzzing of bugs
Calming silence of autumn wind
Suddenly broken by his
"If i could pause time for an eternity
I'd do it right here with you in this moment."
I looked at him
His innocent eyes staring into the wide sky
Perhaps sending out unfeasible wishes
And then he held my gaze
And i realized how futile words were.
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 2:47 AM UTC
Dear Body;
I know it is stupid to see photoshopped girls and want to be like them. I know it is not possible to have flawless skin and a waist that tiny. I know I am supposed to be the one that preaches "love yourself" but honestly, it is unfeasible to not want to be perfect. It's not just the models or the celebrities who are fed a carrot a day and pumped with botox, but my friends are pretty, too. I wish you were skinnier, smoother, rounder, taller, clearer, more radiant and just generally less disgusting.
I wish I could wear clothes like everyone else and feel comfortable. I wish you didn't make me feel so crap all the time. I wish I was not so ungrateful. I wish I didn't have to feel guilty every time I eat bacon. I wish chocolate was good for you. I wish you would not become damaged in elements. If you could just, I don't know, change?
Sincerely, your disappointed owner.
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 8:59 AM UTC
A bee whistles past his ear
He feels the sound . . he doesn’t care
Averts his eyes in case there’s others
Raises his hands to fix his hair
Divorced from reality somewhat: from feeling.
Or at least extremes of:
Never exceeding amounts unfeasible:
Pertaining to the limits thereof:
Plateaued at governable levels in present:
Exempt from enth
Kept in check
His whistle wet & he’s well fed
Real words strewn along the ground
Discarded leaves fallen
Left decaying: mostly forgotten
His pants look to him pantaloons
For the good they do representing him
the man chases an end necessary; resenting
not waning, he feigns stoicism
then his creeping cynicism clouds his eyes
‘u know what buddy, u can honestly get ****** he says ‘the 1st world cries the loudest; but is softest. Thinks it is toughest; it is weakest, smoothest, creamiest.’
‘u know what buddy u are honestly right’ he says to himself not wanting to admit to himself that he agrees with himself,
but despite this all, his gaze’s focus still lowers
the edges become softer
& he does what he does
he wraps up in his blanky
with his bottle; safe under cover
among some big ******* to feel warm
but the swarm of bees they circle
twitching fever; rippling waves
hope to god that they don’t sting you
as u hide & feel their sway
lapping closer swooping hawk like
collective wind; they rearrange
and then
they push left !swoop! they raise u up,
( a cloud of black and brown and yellow arches and hums, hums like a razor on steroids, seeping potent purpose, pushing, coming: close your eyes for impending hell)
leaving bumps that swell and burn, they grab, they encase, they consume, they drive, they raise and they push
and they deliver u
and u obey them
and u relinquish; u fold enslaved
they push u forward !the buzz! it wakes
it makes u groan,
u can’t ignore it
u know u need it
u’ve got to do it
u need to go
toil on & reap the spoils
another set with the walking beige
go here go there: be happy
u have no reason to not this day
just keep on going, mate my mate
lulling deep into the beige
Jan 19, 2013
Jan 19, 2013 at 2:09 AM UTC
They say
Good things take time.
Like a season dying
And a new one being born;
Like falling in love
And saying it aloud.
But there is wonderful,
Unfeasible,
Beauty
In the most evanescent
Simplicities.
Like sunsets
And summer storms;
Like snow falling
Only to melt away in the morning.
Like your fingers wrapped in mine,
Like the way you smile when I smile,
Like kissing you…
Yes.
Like kissing you.
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 6:16 AM UTC
There was beauty in the way he hurt me.
So I found others love to be ugly.
The sweet, sinful daggers he used to degrade me
I wore like a suit of armor that protected me from the world.
Now I stand in the mirror looking at the suit made of thorns
Tattered and broken
To match the remains of my heart he forgot to take with him.
I close my eyes and open them again
Waiting for this nightmare to end.
To end.
To end.
Start over.
Now I stand in my bedroom.
I am naked.
Revealed.
Hidden only from the world outside these four walls.
I closed my eyes, but did not open them,
Rubbing my hands along the hills and dips in my skin
The mountain ridges of scars
And counted every rib that felt like bars
Sealing me within myself when I just wanted to escape!
There was pain in the way he loved me,
Leaving an unfeasible idea of me loving myself.
Cause every morning I wake up and I say
“You can do it!
You don’t have to conquer Everest in a day,
But you are strong enough to get half way there!
You can do it!
Just live!
Keep breathing even when oxygen becomes so heavy your lungs collapse under the pressure.”
But then I’m standing in the mirror.
Or I’m standing in my bedroom.
Naked and broken.
Tattered and ashamed.
Tears carve their ways down my face and each drop lightly pecking the upward pointing corners of my mouth.
I wonder if he can still feel my world shake.
Because if somewhere in the world a butterfly can do the only thing they know how
And create hurricanes,
Why can't the slight tremble of my lips as I force them into a smile to prove that “I’m okay.” —
Why can’t that cause mountains to shake
And walls to crumble?
Why is it that only I fall apart?
There was destruction in the way he left me.
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 9:03 AM UTC
corporal beauty is impractical and
unfeasible: though it attracts, it
also repels and subtracts: it’s the
trap to the trapper.
it spins and swings our slacking
slant of self, echoing the strapping
sounds of our ego: when we see
beauty, we see self (i.e. the
craving for self)
ultimately, it serves solely
one master: the spell and stretch
of time: visibly, beauty sags
sooner than time itself.
stand or stride on beauty and you
shall shake and wobble,
eventually.
May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 4:06 PM UTC
Brick walls
tower above
hindering sight.
Not even tip-toes
facilitate perspective.
Her footprints lie outside
the walls like fallen leaves
Their forms unknown to her
their descriptions insufficient.
Saturated walls of distress hold
attempted depictions of footprints
engraved with hope for resemblance.
Discerning individual prints is unfeasible
She confronts this impossibility every day
Some were initiated with her imagination
Others embody a perfect resemblance
Many drawn only from descriptions
Overlapping and sharing marks.
Dust amasses and ivy crawls
Wrinkles point to her nose
Sanity escaped long ago
Her search will never
cease. A question
burrowed deep
within. What
is Truth?
Oct 8, 2011
Oct 8, 2011 at 4:52 PM UTC
No.
Simple as that,
It’s not happening, I refuse.
You can’t deny me as long as I pretend,
Deep down, I know that this has come to an end.
There’s no fooling me anymore.
It’s crystal clear, beyond my fears.
I wonder if there will ever be a day,
When my mind will go back to normal,
And every time I close my eyes,
I won’t see your stupid lovely face,
And I won’t think about the things,
That I know you love and hate,
These now useless facts,
Are cluttered in my brain.
They occupy too much space,
And drive me close to insane.
On the brink of desperation,
These feelings transform into hate,
But this amount of rage,
Is unheard of and strange,
Completely misdirected.
I wonder who, and if, and what,
Or if I was neglected and dejected.
All of these futile things.
But really, I’ll do anything…
To deaf ears my promises plead please.
It was worth a try, I guess.
I know I need to quit.
My heart cries in vain,
Because it’s a stubborn piece of ****
The sadness comes so naturally,
I’m drowning in it,
Drained lifeless from the melancholy.
It spreads like cancer,
Ravaging my body.
The worst disease is memory.
Why can’t you just be normal?
Just another person on the street.
I’ll give it up, I’ll try,
Even though it’s still a part of me.
Each day I’ll think, and laugh, and grieve,
Until the point where it’s not unfeasible to dream,
Of complete and total inner peace, acceptance finally.
Dec 23, 2010
Dec 23, 2010 at 8:18 PM UTC
I wish for stars that aren't even ours
far more than showroom cars way past par
I wish for hope & dreams to rearrange
to be free from falling apart
for every day to disengage
between all that we love to hate
I wish we could turn around
just to come back 360
Full swing lord you must forgive we
the people you set sail & to see
how inglorious is he
who takes from unforgivable greed
envious thus proceed unfeasible tangiblities
so dense, we cannot see much sense
so we heal in hope that bleeds
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC
Submerged in a lake
Floating to the surface
But it won't break
This last breath is unfeasible
And like the sun peers through
He appears like a mirage
With her in his arms
Sinking
Deeper and deeper
Caressing the rocky bottom
It's dark now
Eyes closed or open
The answer is not there
And as quickly as I sunk
They disappeared
The heart is heavy
Broken
Death is knocking
And I opened the door
The curtains closed
My soul burned to ash
My spirit lost without you
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 11:07 PM UTC
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Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 3:51 AM UTC
It’s the longest thing you’ll do,
Living without regrets is impossible,
Living without fear is unfeasible,
One thing I hate, living without you.
Live your fears to overcome them,
Love isn’t always invincible,
Slow your heart as much as possible,
Thought is but a defence mechanism.
Give the world one last peak,
Make your opinion audible,
Your notions accessible,
Be not afraid to speak.
May 16, 2010
May 16, 2010 at 9:54 AM UTC
You strive diggin’ up my attention,
Is it a bona fide or just wanna dupe around?
Til’ when you’ll bring that to a halt?
‘Turned out to be so awkward,
Spotting you somewhere,
Then have that guts and valor callin’ out my name.
You beamed at me as if others were indiscernible,
Then drop some line,
A sort of your usual approach.
A superhero branded to own self,
W/out your costume, said your zilch
‘And avowed to brawl those imminent risks.
Only just, uttered those words;
Yet ‘found out your soft spot
With that another lass.
‘Said you’re not like other typical chaps,
But own words were gobbled
So, I think it’ll be the last.
It’s unworkable as you are,
Conked out glass, so what now?
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(12/25/11 @xirlleelang)
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 2:40 AM UTC
Perseverance is fleeting; there are times when
failure overwhelms all senses
and seeps into your thoughts like
black ink upon fibrous paper.
It taints your perspective on the world
and targets your weakest points
to fuel the negativity and self-doubt, leaving
nothing but hatred toward your own mind.
We all experience this at some point in our lives,
but some people must face this beast
time and time again, always expected
to recover for the sake of others' reassurance.
Escaping the sorrow may seem unfeasible;
broken wills may seem irreparable;
the prospect of recovery may seem preposterous
and hope might feel lost.
When you believe that life's purpose is sinister
and that continuing on is a punishment to be feared,
just remember that perseverance is fleeting;
but you've made it this far.
Dec 16, 2017
Dec 16, 2017 at 12:12 AM UTC
"Memories are stored in our body and tissues"
If this is true, then
Your scent clings like tar in my lungs,
Your touch is the goosebumps on my arms,
Your hugs, the aching in my ribs,
And your kisses, the scratches on my lips,
Imagined, unreal, unfeasible
But my longing for you has overtaken my body
Everything hurts, I swear
My knees pop,
My spine compresses,
And my head grows heavy,
My eyes falling shut, almost sewn
My battered corpse yearns for you
But soon I'll be gone with the wind
me.gs
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 9:16 PM UTC
This--
This is for an overdue
'Heart'
That-barely-feels-
Moments
When voice chord waterfalls
Are strangling bones from life.
I construct the smoke
We breathe-
When peaceful I'll spindle
Gills upon my neck,
Hoping to become part fish.
Even though it's crusting eyes.
With re-readble.
For me wishing on unfeasible.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 2:07 PM UTC
Today is the day to do something
And waiting will wait for another time
For now is the moment for seizing
And prolonging is not as satisfying
Go out there and live your dreams
Cliche, romantic, unreasonable
For people are not so easily convinced
That their beliefs are utterly unfeasible
A lovely sky on which to gaze
Has clouds that form our whims
Like a puffy dragon, a goofy shark
Or a bug with twenty limbs
And the trees will wave in greetings
When you come outside at last
And the sun will shine a spotlight
Onto your green carpet made of grass
The birds will cheer for you
And the crickets give you applause
For going outside and starting on
A journey that gives you a cause
Pessimism is gloomy
And optimism is unrealistic
Nothing really matters
But thinking so is nihilistic
So go out there and find something
Because waiting is our biggest lie
Dreams cannot move like humans can
And your heart will never say "goodbye"
May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 9:34 PM UTC
I knew the outside world
from stories: there are forests
and foreigners, mean people too
But always someone comes
to help, and I learned
you can be a hero
It's about the outcome
(the blessed life only starts
with the happy end)
That's how I grew up
and the world grew along with me
so that my outside world got further
and further away, and I learned
daily life is boring and
it is unfeasible to be a hero
But my little son wants
me to tell something exciting
So I get brews
from the wizards of stories
I stir and boil them up
I let him feast
eager
to be soon grown-up enough
to go into the wide world himself
travelling to the happy end
and I keep silent how far it is
and that it is shifting away
every day, to the future
in which we won't be
Feb 16, 2019
Feb 16, 2019 at 1:59 AM UTC