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"unlighted" poems
We live in the unlighted state of America Where what happens when we turn the lights off Is dealt with darkness And matters of delicate touch Are treated with sharpness When our only language Is to inflict anguish We cut connections in the bedroom To clear our cynical head room For contempt and judgement People looking for a feeling to fall into Or a reason to live Must face frigid climates When the public invades privacy And ill fated ****** exploits Pervade salacious tabloids Our ****** regrets Cut the deepest Society reaps them Sowing us together with resentment We provide each other with relief But not the relief we're looking for We give each other hours of relief Until those useless hours become days And those fruitless days become years That engender endless tears As it remains warm in our car But the winter outside freezes anything that breaks the plane And our air conditioning only helps so much When the spinning wheels are in our faces There is a national coverage in the media That presents a bleak picture of the ****** health of America I feel I sit somewhere in between *** offenders and a disgusted public When I observe the observers Who are too scared shitless to ever face their own emotions Judge those for overindulging in their emotions They lived their life in fear and safety So they could be the righteous ones To admonish the risk takers and mistake makers Yet they are of the least value to humanity They're the people who grade all your answers as incorrect Without providing their perfect alternatives While trying to erase the context Because of what the context has to say about society People feeling that they can never be emotionally vulnerable Until they experience sheer desperation And no dollar contract Can replace human contact Yet we give men so much money and power And ask them to feel fine in our cold shower Until we are soiled by their intention A nation committed to selling Stella Artois A nation full of Blanche DuBois Humanity folds in on itself When we attack with *** Humanity does itself a disservice By not trying to understand these attacks honestly We forsake forgiveness And embrace desperation Until we become unbearably desperate For attention For approval For ****** contact For money For validation And sometimes our desperate desires become tangled I'd like to think of that as love And not a meeting between two practical rapists That conjoin in the middle Yet somehow come out distorted on the other side
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Nov 26, 2017
Nov 26, 2017 at 4:55 AM UTC
Blanche DuBois
We live in the unlighted state of America Where what happens when we turn the lights off Is dealt with darkness And matters of delicate touch Are treated with sharpness When our only language Is to inflict anguish We cut connections in the bedroom To clear our cynical head room For contempt and judgement People looking for a feeling to fall into Or a reason to live Must face frigid climates When the public invades privacy And ill fated ****** exploits Pervade salacious tabloids Our ****** regrets Cut the deepest Society reaps them Sowing us together with resentment We provide each other with relief But not the relief we're looking for We give each other hours of relief Until those useless hours become days And those fruitless days become years That engender endless tears As it remains warm in our car But the winter outside freezes anything that breaks the plane And our air conditioning only helps so much When the spinning wheels are in our faces There is a national coverage in the media That presents a bleak picture of the ****** health of America I feel I sit somewhere in between *** offenders and a disgusted public When I observe the observers Who are too scared shitless to ever face their own emotions Judge those for overindulging in their emotions They lived their life in fear and safety So they could be the righteous ones To admonish the risk takers and mistake makers Yet they are of the least value to humanity They're the people who grade all your answers as incorrect Without providing their perfect alternatives While trying to erase the context Because of what the context has to say about society People feeling that they can never be emotionally vulnerable Until they experience sheer desperation And no dollar contract Can replace human contact Yet we give men so much money and power And ask them to feel fine in our cold shower Until we are soiled by their intention A nation committed to selling Stella Artois A nation full of Blanche DuBois Humanity folds in on itself When we attack with *** Humanity does itself a disservice By not trying to understand these attacks honestly We forsake forgiveness And embrace desperation Until we become unbearably desperate For attention For approval For ****** contact For money For validation And sometimes our desperate desires become tangled I'd like to think of that as love And not a meeting between two practical rapists That conjoin in the middle Yet somehow come out distorted on the other side
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I. LONELINESS Her Word One ought not to have to care So much as you and I Care when the birds come round the house To seem to say good-bye; Or care so much when they come back With whatever it is they sing; The truth being we are as much Too glad for the one thing As we are too sad for the other here— With birds that fill their ******* But with each other and themselves And their built or driven nests. II. HOUSE FEAR Always—I tell you this they learned— Always at night when they returned To the lonely house from far away To lamps unlighted and fire gone gray, They learned to rattle the lock and key To give whatever might chance to be Warning and time to be off in flight: And preferring the out- to the in-door night, They. learned to leave the house-door wide Until they had lit the lamp inside. III. THE SMILE Her Word I didn’t like the way he went away. That smile! It never came of being gay. Still he smiled—did you see him?—I was sure! Perhaps because we gave him only bread And the wretch knew from that that we were poor. Perhaps because he let us give instead Of seizing from us as he might have seized. Perhaps he mocked at us for being wed, Or being very young (and he was pleased To have a vision of us old and dead). I wonder how far down the road he’s got. He’s watching from the woods as like as not. IV. THE OFT-REPEATED DREAM She had no saying dark enough For the dark pine that kept Forever trying the window-latch Of the room where they slept. The tireless but ineffectual hands That with every futile pass Made the great tree seem as a little bird Before the mystery of glass! It never had been inside the room, And only one of the two Was afraid in an oft-repeated dream Of what the tree might do. V. THE IMPULSE It was too lonely for her there, And too wild, And since there were but two of them, And no child, And work was little in the house, She was free, And followed where he furrowed field, Or felled tree. She rested on a log and tossed The fresh chips, With a song only to herself On her lips. And once she went to break a bough Of black alder. She strayed so far she scarcely heard. When he called her— And didn’t answer— didn’t speak— Or return. She stood, and then she ran and hid In the fern. He never found her, though he looked Everywhere, And he asked at her mother’s house Was she there. Sudden and swift and light as that The ties gave, And he learned of finalities Besides the grave.
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The Hill Wife
I. LONELINESS Her Word One ought not to have to care So much as you and I Care when the birds come round the house To seem to say good-bye; Or care so much when they come back With whatever it is they sing; The truth being we are as much Too glad for the one thing As we are too sad for the other here— With birds that fill their ******* But with each other and themselves And their built or driven nests. II. HOUSE FEAR Always—I tell you this they learned— Always at night when they returned To the lonely house from far away To lamps unlighted and fire gone gray, They learned to rattle the lock and key To give whatever might chance to be Warning and time to be off in flight: And preferring the out- to the in-door night, They. learned to leave the house-door wide Until they had lit the lamp inside. III. THE SMILE Her Word I didn’t like the way he went away. That smile! It never came of being gay. Still he smiled—did you see him?—I was sure! Perhaps because we gave him only bread And the wretch knew from that that we were poor. Perhaps because he let us give instead Of seizing from us as he might have seized. Perhaps he mocked at us for being wed, Or being very young (and he was pleased To have a vision of us old and dead). I wonder how far down the road he’s got. He’s watching from the woods as like as not. IV. THE OFT-REPEATED DREAM She had no saying dark enough For the dark pine that kept Forever trying the window-latch Of the room where they slept. The tireless but ineffectual hands That with every futile pass Made the great tree seem as a little bird Before the mystery of glass! It never had been inside the room, And only one of the two Was afraid in an oft-repeated dream Of what the tree might do. V. THE IMPULSE It was too lonely for her there, And too wild, And since there were but two of them, And no child, And work was little in the house, She was free, And followed where he furrowed field, Or felled tree. She rested on a log and tossed The fresh chips, With a song only to herself On her lips. And once she went to break a bough Of black alder. She strayed so far she scarcely heard. When he called her— And didn’t answer— didn’t speak— Or return. She stood, and then she ran and hid In the fern. He never found her, though he looked Everywhere, And he asked at her mother’s house Was she there. Sudden and swift and light as that The ties gave, And he learned of finalities Besides the grave.
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Not from the sands or cloven rocks, Thou rapid Arve! thy waters flow; Nor earth, within her ***** locks Thy dark unfathomed wells below. Thy springs are in the cloud, thy stream Begins to move and murmur first Where ice-peaks feel the noonday beam, Or rain-storms on the glacier burst. Born where the thunder and the blast, And morning's earliest light are born, Thou rushest swoln, and loud, and fast, By these low homes, as if in scorn: Yet humbler springs yield purer waves; And brighter, glassier streams than thine, Sent up from earth's unlighted caves, With heaven's own beam and image shine. Yet stay; for here are flowers and trees; Warm rays on cottage roofs are here, And laugh of girls, and hum of bees-- Here linger till thy waves are clear. Thou heedest not--thou hastest on; From steep to steep thy torrent falls, Till, mingling with the mighty Rhone, It rests beneath Geneva's walls. Rush on--but were there one with me That loved me, I would light my hearth Here, where with God's own majesty Are touched the features of the earth. By these old peaks, white, high, and vast, Still rising as the tempests beat, Here would I dwell, and sleep, at last, Among the blossoms at their feet.
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To The River Arve, Supposed To Be Written At A Hamlet Near The Foot Of Mont Blanc
An endeavour to grasp the ardent; trying to sooth the seething, the fervent- -ly glimmering stars cleaved and concised, misgiven and juvenile; yet far hind-tarded: "The fool burned trying; and the starlet free." And here I recon; I concede- readily and consequently, in admiration; in recede: captivated, inadvertently. Smitten and bewitched; I'd stay, expedient and unruly: "My sight I have bargained; all for one seething spectacle." With this I stray, unlighted and aphonic; I leave my sentiment in silence.
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Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 9:21 PM UTC
A Covet for the Lustrous
When eyes locked he fell And time set a new fever Upon the world. It did not Help that her voice touched And moved and tore into His stone as if water carved A million years of buried lime Or that the spheres that sang Were now sounding discordant, Confounded as he was, fallen, Empty as the universe, slight As the lonely, lost, and unlighted Seas of the moon. And her hair, It was not fair, that the endless, Playful stars could fire even brighter Below the forgotten heavens.
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Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 12:43 PM UTC
Red
. When eyes locked he fell And time set a new fever Upon the world. It did not Help that her voice touched And moved and tore into His stone as if water carved A million years of buried lime Or that the spheres that sang Were now sounding discordant, Confounded as he was, fallen, Empty as the universe, slight As the lonely, lost, and unlighted Seas of the moon. And her hair, It was not fair, that the endless, Playful stars could fire even brighter Below the forgotten heavens.
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Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 5:11 PM UTC
Red
When eyes locked he fell And time set a new fever Upon the world.  It did not Help that her voice touched And moved and tore into His stone as if water carved A million years of buried lime Or that the spheres that sang Were now sounding discordant, Confounded as he was, fallen, Empty as the universe, slight As the lonely, lost, and unlighted  Seas of the moon.                               And her hair, It was not fair, that the endless, Playful stars could fire even brighter  Below the forgotten heavens.
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Jun 4, 2012
Jun 4, 2012 at 5:48 PM UTC
Red
When eyes locked he fell And time set a new fever Upon the world. It did not Help that her voice touched And moved and tore into His stone as if water carved A million years of buried lime Or that the spheres that sang Were now sounding discordant, Confounded as he was, fallen, Empty as the universe, slight As the lonely, lost, and unlighted Seas of the moon. And her hair, It was not fair, that the endless, Playful stars could fire even brighter Below the forgotten heavens.
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Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 12:34 PM UTC
Red
When eyes locked he fell And time set a new fever Upon the world. It did not Help that her voice touched And moved and tore into His stone as if water carved A million years of buried lime Or that the spheres that sang Were now sounding discordant, Confounded as he was, fallen, Empty as the universe, slight As the lonely, lost, and unlighted Seas of the moon. And her hair, It was not fair, that the endless, Playful stars could fire even brighter Below the forgotten heavens.
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Jan 1, 2014
Jan 1, 2014 at 7:00 PM UTC
Red
When eyes locked he fell And time set a new fever Upon the world. It did not Help that her voice touched And moved and tore into His stone as if water carved A million years of buried lime Or that the spheres that sang Were now sounding discordant, Confounded as he was, fallen, Empty as the universe, slight As the lonely, lost, and unlighted Seas of the moon. And her hair, It was not fair, that the endless, Playful stars could fire even brighter Below the forgotten heavens.
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Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 2:26 PM UTC
Red
When eyes locked he fell And time set a new fever Upon the world.  It did not Help that her voice touched And moved and tore into His stone as if water carved A million years of buried lime Or that the spheres that sang Were now sounding discordant, Confounded as he was, fallen, Empty as the universe, slight As the lonely, lost, and unlighted  Seas of the moon.                               And her hair, It was not fair, that the endless, Playful stars could fire even brighter  Below the forgotten heavens.
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Sep 12, 2012
Sep 12, 2012 at 12:56 PM UTC
Red
When eyes locked he fell And time set a new fever Upon the world.  It did not Help that her voice touched And moved and tore into His stone as if water carved A million years of buried lime Or that the spheres that sang Were now sounding discordant, Confounded as he was, fallen, Empty as the universe, slight As the lonely, lost and unlighted Seas of the moon.                               And her hair, It was not fair, that the endless, Playful stars could fire even brighter Below the forgotten heavens.
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Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 12:13 PM UTC
Red
my night is unlighted tho painted with a celestial body in a blanket of colossal lights your absence i embody once a perfect jewel where you beamed with brilliance night was a paradise in heaven blinded by your radiance but your light expanded until it ruptured like dynamite night is now a shadowed hell without you there's no stars in sight
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Mar 10, 2021
Mar 10, 2021 at 8:57 AM UTC
absence
When eyes locked he fell And time set a new fever Upon the world. It did not Help that her voice touched And moved and tore into His stone as if water carved A million years of buried lime Or that the spheres that sang Were now sounding discordant, Confounded as he was, fallen, Empty as the universe, slight As the lonely, lost, and unlighted Seas of the moon. And her hair, It was not fair, that the endless, Playful stars could fire even brighter Below the forgotten heavens.
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Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 2:48 PM UTC
Red
When eyes locked he fell And time set a new fever Upon the world. It did not Help that her voice touched And moved and tore into His stone as if water carved A million years of buried lime Or that the spheres that sang Were now sounding discordant, Confounded as he was, fallen, Empty as the universe, slight As the lonely, lost, and unlighted Seas of the moon. And her hair, It was not fair, that the endless, Playful stars could fire even brighter Below the forgotten heavens.
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Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 12:18 PM UTC
Red
A dark sentiment in my empty soul gives me unlighted conceptions Standing in a crowd of people is my heart sitting shady I wonder why and in the cold comfortable night is where is feel home Alone and I smile.
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Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 11:48 AM UTC
Deep down in my core.
pitch-black eyes and unlighted flesh brings the whiskey smile of death
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Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 1:33 AM UTC
The Whiskey Smile of Death
Alters laid broken on trodden roads as if breadcrumbs left for nothing unreconcilable yesterdays parted and the unreachable roads recharged breaking all the chains that bond but there were others that stayed itching, screeching and reaching for hope that never shook hands for faith that embraced and decayed and their entry points hallowed swallowing their souls in an abyss inside the dark zones, unlighted ozone deep in the waters where fish swam as they licked with fins undisguised those alone inside a cage under the waters strayed in the depths, left for decay
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Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 7:38 AM UTC
Trodden roads