"unfinishing" poems
I tend to do this unforgiving
method of maddness when it comes to writing
I'll start and stop, repeating onto new work
unfinishing the last.
incomplete as each piece may be,
the brain is scattered
lost and afraid, it'll never feel the same way.
connected to what new beginnings
may be.
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 1:15 AM UTC
Incorrigible hoarder of the useless and perishables
Fridge full of forgotten decay and unfinishing leftovers
A comforting illusion of plenty and unending riches
To which she nibble away, always leaving behind ten percent
Mar 28, 2022
Mar 28, 2022 at 12:42 AM UTC
the pitted feeling
in my stomach
like no one
would ever have shame
for the cutting,
burning, and weaping
and giving others the blame
because they
can't handle the guilt
for this is
an unbearable pain
which calms
my weakened soul
and it just
keeps happening again
the blood
and tears of sorrow
begin to fall
like everlasting rain
whole arm
weakened to the touch
and the ****** red
makes me go insane
looking at
the cuts and gashes
that tears apart
the open wounded heart
she regrets every scar
but wont stop
because this is
an unfinishing start
May 28, 2010
May 28, 2010 at 1:29 PM UTC
Connections laced on a thin fibre of hair, diminishing,
a once felt happiness fades away like waves,
a true passion inside, fire burning, unfinishing.
Honesty buried deep within the dirt of earth,
scarse to find a willing person to bare thier soul,
thier subconscious awareness searches for thier worth.
Mazed thoughts unable to reach the end,
a complex puzzle, an uncrackable safe,
a decadent direction of a willing faith.
A stressful peace unheard off,
like a light to a moth, a frail confused mind.
a seared picture on a glazed eyelense,
Unable to let go of such inadequate thoughts.
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 9:34 PM UTC