"unformidable" poems
"Death's gaze ever present on it's tentacles
A weight of power unformidable
Crashing down upon its victims"
Beware the Kraken! A monster of seas
The one sung about in many shanties
Marauding, ripping, and crushing its victims
This a myth by which the crew schisms
But the unsteady seas beneath the hull
Bubbling and boiling, the ocean calls
Unleashing from the bowels of the deep
A beast of lost worlds, oceans it reaps
The Kraken, awaken, outstretches it limbs
The skies are blackened, the heavens dim
With tyrannical force he unfurls his power
The mast snaps, wood shards and splinters shower
Fearful men aboard are pulled to a watery grave
Oceanic law, for this crew of knaves
The last aboard the teetering deck
A captain standing tall within the wreck
Howling at the beast below
Again tentacles high above the sea grow
Dragging the wreckage into the water
Appeasing the beast, the great destroyer
May 10, 2010
May 10, 2010 at 8:46 AM UTC
As above so below / below I go.. as my soul feels unformidable / uncomfortable, distraught & destroyed / like lapoliths dissolving into soil/
coiled and coined /
.. sold and bought by the same buyers every weekend / do you think the tree gives a **** about what side you need shade in? / blatently impatient / unsteady and steadily waiting on the same old things that kept you incomplacent / belligerently praying , on the day when space and time no longer define how long you'll stay here / keep me awake and far away ../ Far from the illusion of me being this major mistake / "it's all in your head" you say / lying next to my shoulder awaiting day break, / for Pete's sake will the sun ever rise today /
Screaming and shouting,..
as I start kicking your knees and you stand there proudly / watching me pouting / silence worth a thousand..
Pronouns.
"Don't make a sound, we're not alike but I can tell you'll end up liking me somehow. "
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 9:29 AM UTC
I’m in love with a man
With an unformidable temper
And he loves me
like I’m a punching bag
I’m never prepared when it’s fight night
But I do the best I can
Though he’s Muhammad Ali
And clearly the better man.
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 2:44 AM UTC
counting tiles and the time we have left
pt 1
when i don’t hear back from you i get worried
my heart gets hopped up on adrenaline
getting ready for all the crazy thoughts and
unformidable daymares to unfold in my mind
i brace myself for the unknown
my mind
that wild thing i never seem to be able to control
counting tiles and the time we have left
pt 2
i imagine you laying toy like on your glass dining room table
the sacred red syrup pouring out your jugular
staining the fabric table mats your mom got from a friend
it was a funny story
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pt 3
i imagine
your mother coming home and the shrill shriek
that every weakling at a funeral breaks down to
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pt 4
i imagine hearing about it
and taking my hair and cutting it all off
running until my lungs would collapse
making me cheeks sting from the tears that’d become frozen
escaping from my ducts
the same way you slipped through my grasp
with such ease
like
like..
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pt 5
i imagine waking up that next morning
wishing you took me with you
my petite hands clasping the sheets above my head
trying to hide
from the inevitable
yes i’d never be the same.
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 11:16 PM UTC