"unfought" poems
Smoke and spirits to thaw my own
Damp from days of cyclical heights
Tripping over on sleep to singing whys
Come in, she beckons, to a brand new night
Of concern for battles unfought but lost
Of a drifting tyrant who appears but is not
What she seems, underneath, a scheming wreck
Of quick made decisions, less quick to check
That maybe, the vulnerable mind can harm
Others, far more vulnerable than mine
The time taken to choose may not always be
The time span on effects those choices do leave
I cry inside, giving you shallow hints
Of truths that valleys could not contain
Water rushes in fast, to fill the empty space
I gasp for air, and wait for the Day
But now all I wish for is spirits and smoke
You’ve weakened all my rip-roaring fight
To sink into laughter and throw away worry
The death, the disaster of a brand new night.
Jun 15, 2012
Jun 15, 2012 at 11:01 PM UTC
I wish you believed these cracked bones, these arching tones, my so alones. I wish you saw my broken jaw, my tooth & claw, my obvious flaws. If you would listen to why I stay in bed, & to my cringe when the voices in my head sound, then I would tell you I am nothing, why I'm lost & not found. I would tell you that me, you'll never see, & I only live hypothetically. I am a ghost spirit, chained to this body, this ***** house all the girls frequent; they each claim the same identity & 'I' is a term they each invent. They speak in careful whispers & undo zippers & wonder why no one gives a **** They thrive in sequinned moonlights, unfought bar fights, & ponder where the day went. When things get rough I float outside my head, sit in the air, see the scene unfold; you think you speak to me, but you can't hurt me when I'm above you, friend to ceiling mould. The girls are masters of identity theft, & 'me'? Ha! There's nothing left. They love to push me into a dream; from there they rampage merrily. I thought I'd **** them, but it seems I'm live ill-vibe & bare-ily.
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 3:55 PM UTC
I sink...
I sink...
I drown
The soft glisten of the moon
Reflecting off my drowning pool
Speaks for us both;
A reflection of a reflection
So beautifully distraught
In an identity crisis of the century--
The moon looks in the mirror
And only sees the sun,
She has lost all dignity
That she kept so dear.
The ripples of my love and I
Slipping into the sea are no differnt.
She looks into me and sees me drown
And feels no differnt than I.
Tears stream down the face of the moon
And the rain trickles onto the sea.
Our bubbles are the memories
Slowly drifting from the mouth
Slipping away to the surface.
My love swims to the top to breath
Yet I am here, sitting at the bottom
Of the great blue sea,
Breathless from her sight,
Forged together by unfought tears
And the pressure of its depth.
I watch as you swim to the moon
And bathe in her forlorne light
Breathing, time and time again.
For I will watch all night long
And then go to sleep in the morn.
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 4:44 PM UTC
A whisper in the woods
Spins our heads in a vortex
Of fear and wonder
As our courage is vexed.
A dream of a future
Shapes our thoughts
With expectations
Of a life unfought.
A shiver of discomfort
Down our spine
As we meet the one.
It must be a sign.
A whisper is wind in the leaves,
A tumult of fear not to be believed.
Dreams are just that,
And our future needs work
So pull up your sleeves.
That shiver you felt
Was the cold, not the deed,
And if he was the one,
Then what about me?
Grow up from your dreams;
They aren’t what they seem.
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 4:51 PM UTC
Sound the trumpet; ring the bell.
I must come out of this crystal shell.
My thoughts revolve around myself.
Save me; I’m nailed to my bookshelf.
I’m immersed in the world I created:
Ideal, just, and outdated.
Disillusioned by bleak realities,
I prefer to dwell in my own fantasies.
You say I squander my time?
That I will leave no legacy behind?
Well I say it’s not worth it,
Even if assured a golden casket.
Why bother hollering at the deaf?
Why bother waste by breath,
When I’m an insignificant speck,
Who happens to be a total wreck?
My voice is hoarse, almost mute.
Why insist to prolong my pursuit
To speak for the voiceless,
To be a martyr, a putrid carcass?
But my spirit shouts and rattles
To fight all the unfought battles.
If no one speaks, who will?
I’ll just be like those who ****
Sound the trumpet; ring the bell.
I must come out of this crystal shell.
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 10:30 AM UTC
Enter at your own risk.
Into an unknown abyss.
Seduction of the sun kiss.
An ungranted wish.
Fate with a twist.
Darkness shadows, echos fades.
You I want to follow.
A choice I made.
A occupy my time.
Gather my thoughts.
Be greatful for what's mine.
Reflect on what I bought.
Music draws me in to bind unfought through each chime.
Coldness clings to the voice that sings.
Fear & haunting is not what it brings.
Intriguing & capitvating trapped in a hypnotic trance.
Irresistable & unescapeable ****** in.
In a personal bubble. I fall & tumble.
A uncontrollable cycle.
I trip & stumble. Without bearing or direction.
I chose a path with further neglection.
Without a guide.
My heart openwide.
My uncertainity subsides.
Through the foggy light I glide.
Parallal to default to seek what I sought.
Senseless relent it was there I was sent.
Calling me to it.
Fragmented bit by bit. Reforming a whole to the other side. Teleported through a watery tide. Plasma fluid like sewage.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 1:08 AM UTC
this unfought war finally ends
tonight.
the madness, it has to stop
here around these unscathed
warriors.
six feet under, i see them from
where i am lying.
full of happy faces in a world dominated
by wasted chances, what might have
been questions.
along with queries that we never dared
to answer, chances we thought would
come again.
i know this is the end of me, of us.
flickering hope, regrets, a piece of me
to you.
i am ready to go, to let go.
this unfought war finally ends
tonight and i am free.
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 7:48 PM UTC
Sitting in our heart of hearts
a kindled pile awaits,
hoping for that tiny spark
that will awake its fate.
Soon to be an ember,
smoldering away,
if we allow that light to catch
and let it have its say.
Flickering to life it comes
once the fire has caught
and nothing can deter its path
with no battle left unfought.
Be wary of this fragile fire
lest it becomes a blaze
and unleash a force so very great
it consumes your ways.
For inside each of us can burn a passion
so pure, wild, untamed,
beware for it’s your only chance
to douse an eternal flame.
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 3:38 AM UTC
Montauk
What a shock
Things unfought
Stories not sought
Maybe another plot?
From what I got?
Will I thought?
A different shot?
Will I be caught?
Who cares, it’s not
Their slot
It’s not locked
So I trot
What if they bought
Or if it’s snot
And if they choose cots
Anyways,
I like the name Montauk
Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 9:41 AM UTC
Stuck
Fraught
Distraught
by thoughts:
echoes of intentions unfought.
Stalled by feelings unseen.
Stoppable without skills or a team.
Where's my tribe where my body can breathe?
Where's my test where my body can heave
all the weight of the world for a time and seize
a moment alive to lift the seas
and blind the sun with ecstasy.
May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 11:58 AM UTC
Losing an unfought battle
That seemed more like a dream
With words to belittle
And silent tears of scream
Rising again to confront
To that of anothers fate
But rumors began its hunt
And I was labelled as hate
Closed eyes to erase the scenes
That I know, doesn't exists
Yet my mind gradually spins
As I am walking through a mist
Confused and tired of life to live
I am who, people have kicked
All in all, I stood up to give
The fallen advices that I picked
How unbelievable people get
What they say, is only for a show
They spin their words and set a trap
Push you down, and hang you below
I've been there, and laughed at
Much humiliated by my own
Until I walked away and met
My true self, an unknown...
©sim
Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 2:20 AM UTC
For the thousand lines leading to this next day,
I offer thanks, for the balm made at Ein Gedi,
ein Augenblick, nicht wahr?
here we are, or I am, I kinda hiccup,
like I ate too much of some too sweet,
peaceability, just breathe, saying that each time,
it works, we get a point, wait, just weights times,
worths working wonders in reader thinking times,
taken and used,
to pay attention to times past abuses,
at absorbent recycle the wars unfought worths,
run the old ghosts across our prow, full steam,
life is much more than a dream,
live and learn, sticky peace, do
bees are masters of the art.
Jun 30, 2025
Jun 30, 2025 at 11:27 PM UTC