"unliving" poems
Glassed with cold sleep and dazzled by the moon,
out of the confused hammering dark of the train
I looked and saw under the moon's cold sheet
your delicate dry ******* country that built my heart;
and the small trees on their uncoloured slope
like poetry moved, articulate and sharp
and purposeful under the great dry flight of air,
under the crosswise currents of wind and star.
Clench down your strength, box-tree and ironbark.
Break with your violent root the ****** rock.
Draw from the flying dark its breath of dew
till the unliving come to life in you.
Be over the blind rock a skin of sense,
under the barren height a slender dance...
I woke and saw the dark small trees that burn
suddenly into flowers more lovely that the white moon.
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I commit myself to the homicide
of my thought-flowers.
I indulge in the **** -
Killing my darlings
for the sake of art and sanity.
What a paradox.
I have bloodied my hands
with it even so.
No more love-lite poetry!
No more adolescent chinks of the
pseudo-heart!
No more infantile fork-stabs
at the plate of kid-intellectualism!
No more Wikipedia pages
on thoughts
that can swallow computers
whole!
I'm killing my darlings
for the sake of art,
for the sake of sanity -
what a paradox.
Blood is flowing.
I'm a murderer of ideas tonight -
today I will write
about many of life's very few truths.
Like trees.
Like soil.
These are the only constants in mathematics.
These are the identities.
In my garden, I reach out
to crush an
almost-crimson hibiscus.
Petals squelching with skin and nectar -
no perfume.
The hibiscus roils, unliving.
Red pulpy mess;
heart out of chest.
Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 5:09 PM UTC
Classroom, you have gone through much
witness of devotion and inspiration,
of boredom and slumber;
partner to the late learner and early comers;
have experienced a stream of personalities;
Classroom, you have gone through much
unliving witness to adult's birth, growt and depraving;
lifeless room filled with feelings:
that of the boy, thinking he loves,
that of the girl, who shares not that love,
that of the two, hoping it will last,
those of the students, who leave with hope;
Classroom, you sure have gone through much
victim of time, witness of fights;
have observed chaos and intense silence;
your walls reveal our will to be remembered;
Classroom, realm of memories and shadows of the past.
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 10:58 AM UTC
The bench, made of many things, like support,
From loved ones, or others very close, or hopes,
Of the same, etching into the legs, of this bench.
Strongest metal, I dare to say, composes the legs,
Of this bench, upon which I sit, among other things,
Like the wood, from the strongest oak, that's unbending.
Yes I sit, upon this beautiful piece, of collaboration
Of my family, I admire their dedication, but I dash it,
I apologize, but you see I sadly, must reject it.
This because, what sits upon this bench, is not me,
at least, not entirely or only me, but the visitor,
it's silent, an aura of death surround it, ghastly.
It sits, this bench that used to hold, now folds,
The visitor, quite happily enjoys, the sight
Of falling, I'm falling down, onto ground.
Nowhere, that's where I land, for I have done
the deed, I am no more unfortunately, my regrets,
The visitor, he has claimed victory, and I defeat.
I lay, breathless and unliving, quite ugly,
Not only that, but this beautiful bench, a waste,
My last blunder, I've sparked the fire asunder, Goodbye.
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 12:47 PM UTC
Simple pleasures
in complex living.
Love is squandered
of faults unforgiving.
Seeking succour
in flesh and loving.
Run to his arms
needing and wanting.
Rejected, unloved
start at the beginning.
Had enough, don't know
if I'm coming or going.
Desire mounts to be
part of the unliving
Jun 3, 2010
Jun 3, 2010 at 8:23 AM UTC
They're a normal family
As normal as they can be
The father is a veteran of WWII
He runs a tight ship
but one can tell by
looking into his eyes
(the one that works)
that he loves his wife and children
The mother isn't a homemaker
because she's forced to
she actually loves the challenge
of keeping a household in order
it gives her something
to take pride in
The daughter is sweet sixteen
bright as the stars in the night sky
She wants to be a concert pianist
drawing in crowds of thousands
to listen to sweet melodic
sensations
The son is naught but an infant
slowly learning the benefit
of moving in order to get places
his eyes constantly wander
in wonder at his surroundings
innocence in its true form
They are a normal family
But they're not.
Look closely at the father
You can see the mangled remnants of his chest
Where he fell on top of a grenade
He is, indeed, a veteran of WWII.
His name is on the large memorial in Washington D.C.
Just another young man willing to sacrifice
for something he believed in
His wife died in 1926 from complications during pregnancy
She never got to see her daughter's face
as the doctors carried her from the room
The mother's pale face and unliving eyes
staring at a nondescript hospital ceiling
The daughter's crushed skull is the byproduct
of a drunk driver who is still haunted by
the vision of teenage dreams sliced
apart by windshield glass in 1985
He drinks alone at home now
The child has a gunshot wound through his neck
a stray bullet from a gang fight that found flesh and blood,
just as the man who pulled the trigger intended it to
every time the infant giggles, one can hear the gurgle shortly after
This family exists somewhere outside our consciousness
They don't go on vacations to Disney World
You won't see them at the corner grocery store
They don't Celebrate the Holidays
They don't have
a favorite sports team
a favorite pair of shoes
a favorite band
What they have is eachother
four random souls that found one another
lost in the ether
living their afterlife
the best they can
Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 10:19 PM UTC
Asian faerie pirate
Beautiful pirahna
Dancing firelights
Conversion faeries
Benny Grunch
Phantasmagoric unicorns
Mardi gras
Terpsichorean cassowaries
King cake
Satircal parody
Highly intelligent humor
Unliving dead
****** hell
Planned obsolescence
French Quarter
Baton Rouge
Rock & roll
Dec 6, 2012
Dec 6, 2012 at 11:43 PM UTC
You use to lay your hand on my
chest and take me to new york
in a heart beat.
(The coins fell to the ground )
and empty were my pockets
The rain falls differently in a small town
it cries with you
(the grass was never born)
and the trees in my town are old and
forgotten
Abounded houses represent the
people who left us behind
every gated community promises
security but instead it locks up your dreams.
I´ll hold you down (you whipser)
soothing my frustration with music
It´s like nature itself escaped
through the last storm.
I´ll scream into forsaken homes
and put up posters of
you in my room
hoping that you (come and get me)
But the postcard was sent
from a world (only the unliving can live in)
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 6:32 PM UTC
i.
On this Halloween children art given load's of sugary treat's,
Whilst demon's roam, spirit's unseen and unknown,
Lurk around each abode, across the street;
ii.
Whilst the innocent adolescent's art having the fun of their era
Satan bringeth down the land of the free;
Through "tradition" and terror.
iii.
Not knowing the mask's meaning, the small one's put on,
The babes weareth Satanic horn's, with cutsie adorn;
As the lamented art more than alive, just beyond the dawn.
iv.
As tis this land worship's darkness, not knowing it's own becoming; blindness cometh out on Halloween, the night of false fun and adult strange release, a night to worship the unliving, as whilst they enjoy it not knowing, whom or what they praise is the beast.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
Oct 31, 2015
Oct 31, 2015 at 4:28 PM UTC
Look at the girl,
She's flawless.
Her inner beauty shines so bright.
You have to try and play keep-away,
Try with all your might.
She is Flawless.
She says she trusts you,
But you know she does not.
She wants to keep him all to herself,
And she has tied you in a knot.
She is not Flawless.
Look at yourself,
You're definitely NOT flawless.
You may have inner beauty but it is dull and unliving,
Your glasses make your eyes seem too big
And your friends are unforgiving.
You are not Flawless.
No one is Flawless,
No one is Perfect,
No one is You,
And you are You in every aspect.
Be Yourself,
No matter how crazy you are.
You may not belong here,
But there is always somewhere afar.
You are flawless in your own way.
Flawless
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 9:30 AM UTC
im unliving. unloving. unlovely, within.
my skin buzzes under
moonlit nights. my fingers dig in.
i ruin myself, over and over.
i peel away
what makes me imperfect,
only to find
that
my sins
always grow back.
i am barely living.
the night peels back
these layers of tentative
satisfaction.
i find my mind naked
underneath the blackness. i lack
the ability to hide.
my barriers are meaningless,
factless,
as they really are.
where do i go to hide from the truth
while under this moonlight?
will i ever be perfect?
will i ever be great?
will i even be good enough?
i know the answer. i know the answer.
and there's nowhere to burrow away from it,
but my fingers find a way.
into my scalp, into my lips,
into my face,
and blood blooms.
i can still feel that.
i can still love that
sharp, stinging, pain.
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 7:17 AM UTC
I write still to show
The flaws I've corrected
Before I must go
Here's some I've perfected
I’m breakable bones
My weakness is real
You can crush them with stones
But my spirit is steel
I've howled depressions
With lone wolf confide
I've roared at oppressions
With lion king pride
I rose unforgiving
From indifferent graves
To haunt those unliving
As apathy's slaves
I council with silence
Keep quiet rapport
With deafening violence
Of thoughts waging war
I’m pop country's menace
Funk you profanity
Spit-venom vengeance
And breakdowns of sanity
I’ve sung innuendos
Love's chorus revised
By symphonic crescendos
Two beats harmonized
I’ll never stop trying
To save this blue sphere
Our mother is crying
Apocalypse tears
I move hyperactive
My sprinting brain sped
Beyond the distractive
Outrunning my dread
I’m tempests emerging
Typhoons kept at bay
And now my storm surging
Will blow you away
I’ve fearlessly gazed
Upon Grim's complexion
The hell that was raised
Was just my reflection
I channel my hate
As my anger stream grows
Into rivers irate
Then tranquility flows
I form nations in clouds
Above law and border
No star-spangled shrouds
In my higher world order
I’m heat-seeker lines
Poetic napalms
Metaphor landmines
And ticking rhyme bombs
I've warped my perceptions
And force-choking grips
And Death Star conceptions
From jedi mind trips
And I’ll leave you assured
My defense will not yield
Until peace is ensured
And these wounds have all healed
Incurred as the ward
Of my muses concealed
Now commanding a horde
Of the furies revealed
I have severed accord
With the fates I have sealed
I've matured and endured
On this life battlefield
With this pen as my sword
And this pain as my shield
For I am the lord
Of the words that I wield
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 1:31 AM UTC
1
Water lilies remembered her
as one of them, lotus buds nodded, jealousy set thick in their eyes
her fingers were white lily buds
she balanced on the big, smooth, round
pebble stones, like a danseuse in an
under water ballet,you are buoyant here than anywhere,
as if you live a life after death
your bodies pale and water caressed, create an illusion of 'unliving'
2.
she tickled my skin-
goosebumps appeared allover
as small bubbles going up..up till they burst above water
I can't forget her first kiss , underwater
my lungs were filled with her feminine fragrance like smoke of cannabis
an experience that sizzled the water, never to forget
(even if she would never come back from the unfathomable love, water gives)
3
I was naked, she too, like a lily in bloom that was raveling in love
as if it was the last season we had
she was magic in body and soul
I peeped in to the limitless with her entangling me and at the end,
I saw halo around her pointed *******
that have become lotus buds.
I couldn't take my eyes off them
after the magical transformation.
The lake was totally out of the world
the mossy patch between her legs
had a fluorescent glow intermittent,
she was transforming every minute in to a form of water life, I understood.
like a fish, coral, moss or water plant
I , for my dismay remained as before; nothing was to be done about it,
like many of the things brought change in a person's life.
4.
Sun, in the voice of light
called us from above,
his pranks tickled her and me
like ghosts of dead women,
found their watery grave here,
we played with tortoises and frogs
made for us crowns with algae and water flowers.
5
A silvery snake, thin, with some intent
coiled around her narrow waist.
eyes in its sharp pointed head,
intently looked in to mine.
she was now a dolphin without fins
then, I received waves of clear foreboding
time to return to the shores, I tried to tell
but massive sheets of water ate my muffled words!
Swimming up a water column, she smiled that detached smile
already, she was a mermaid , I could see
I stammered"You..promised..
to come back..
we have promises to keep,
that we exchanged..."
Under water time runs in a way we can't understand
one becomes a flow, one with altered time..
she was just a glow in the depth when I saw her last.
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Dec 7, 2011
Dec 7, 2011 at 1:33 PM UTC
I see the world horizontally,
Soft sheets all stuffy
With potential hardly realised.
My eyes, heavy and unhappy,
Are blinded by the muted sunshine
Mocking me through the blinds.
The hum of life,
Doing fine just outside the window,
I feel its energy,
Almost laugh at its impossibility.
Because I bear the world brutally,
Confined and coffin-ed
In an ache that leaves no stain.
Lady Macbeth,
My crime is wept on evidence of
unliving,
Those shrines of *******
Laid to rest around the head
Of this tomb effigy,
Chronically enshrined in invisible agony
While the world just carries on.
Mar 10, 2024
Mar 10, 2024 at 1:31 AM UTC
Lay my head to rest on the pillow of sleeplessness and nightmares, the painting of my life on the canvass of linen and tweed and fears. Hiding scars and screams that dream and leave me lonely still. Restless thoughts that carry over restless wandering lives lost, unbeating hearts frozen to unliving and unfeeling wills.
May 1, 2012
May 1, 2012 at 9:23 AM UTC
If we were zombies could we still fall in love and live happily ever after?
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 2:43 AM UTC
Life is a holiday for the Unliving.
Perhaps it is
as some have said:
Life is the pre-party for the Afterlife
(assuming such a thing even exists)
Though,
I suppose,
we oughtta live this life well, and now,
just in case
this really is
the only one.
If
ye find thy Shadow,
constantly embrace
the dark creativity,
not just once a year
when it's "okay."
Be not ashamed of thy Darkness.
Shame, fear, and guilt beget repression,
repression then begets pressurization,
and pressurization is akin
to explosion.
So.
Learn to appreciate it.
Learn to control it.
Learn to use it.
The Darkness is not bad,
t'is just like everything else:
t'is but what is made of it.
The Darkness is powerful
but only because we feed it
and don't allow it to breathe.
Live it. Express it.
It appreciates the respect.
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 9:25 PM UTC
The unliving man
has lost his heart--
he gave it away to a
thief.
The unliving man
has lost his mind--
He walks as if he's searching,
but he cannot fool himself.
Mere existence isn't life...
Time stands still for this man,
while everyone else
rushes by
Living their lives--
life he has never had,
and doubts he ever will have.
Existing eternally,
is he not alone?
Mar 2, 2011
Mar 2, 2011 at 2:23 PM UTC
Out of nowhere, a message in a bottle.
The letter that never came
finally arrived.
I waited for that letter for six years.
And as soon as I got it,
I realized I hadn’t been waiting for it
for a while now.
The way is shut.
You know what you do when a ghost comes back into your life?
You remember it’s a ghost. It’s unliving. It’s not real.
And you move on.
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
You should just say goodbye
Try to forget me instead of pretending to
Move on by walking away. Physically, geographically
Not just sexually I know that's easy for you
But it's impossible for me
We are meant to be
Our bodies perfectly fit together as our tree branches entwine
I found a triangle marking on my back just as on yours
It's as if we were created just for each other
And I'm reminded with every heart beat that calls your name
I love you
With the purest and truest love ever imaginable
You know that wont die
And I know you can feel it too, because you want me to stop
But you know I can't, and won't
I gave you my heart and my all
It's not meant for anyone else
I cannot take it back for it would just rot by my side as a corpse, unliving
One day becoming another ghost that kills me, when now it is the one thing that keeps me alive.
Sep 25, 2013
Sep 25, 2013 at 6:28 AM UTC
Fall from the clouds
Never looking back
Fall into the sea below
Never coming back
An eternity shall pass
But the shadows of your being
Will endure forever
Thoughts do trespass
The unliving, believing
Delaying the delayer
A fall of freedom
Shattering the bonds
Here comes queendom
And betraying chords
Of lovers and justices
For words are never the same
For another unbeliever
Falling down
Memories will catch your heartbeat
Rend your soul
Into a thousand brilliant suns
Beyond control
An eternity shall pass
But the fragrance enduring
Will linger forever
Thoughts do trespass
The unliving, believing
Delaying the delayer
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 1:02 PM UTC
Like a summer snowstorm,
as impossible and unpredictable
Like the soft footstep on a creaky stair,
as hollow and as worn
Like a pebble in the middle of the sand,
as foreign and unwanted
Like warm breath on an icy day,
as frozen and unyielding
Like a beating heart without a body,
as unlikely and unliving
Like a memory I have forgotten,
as treasured and as rotten
Jan 14, 2017
Jan 14, 2017 at 7:06 PM UTC
As always, I'm laying on my bed
That is not yet used the way it is supposed to be
Instead of sleep, it supports my unsettling weight during nightly activities
And even though it appears unliving, I feel the need to apologize for my actions
Despite my repetitiveness
And insanity, that others would perceive uncontrollable
My motions, although unchanged and just as chaotic
Are now paired with a head more secure in its place
And I went out, a shock, isn't it?
The company of voices didn't win my attention completely tonight
Opposing their guidelines, I found others to interact with
And in returning, i was met with long faced whispers
Why the invisible frown, I would ask, if question would receive answer
But I know fully well that conversation in their dictionary is commenting or narration
And I know well the gist of their answer
From insults jealously thrown, in attempt to dim my replenished glow
They can't give me that happiness
Even worse, they can't possess it for themselves
So they try to distract me by provoking emotions, sadder in impact
Hoping that I disembark this roller coaster of pure delight
But tonight, as I said before
My head is secure, holding mind safe within
No tricks or reverse psychology can prevail
I'm enjoying the ride, and I'm not getting off.
Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 3:41 PM UTC
Locked into a single room, with no connection,
You may look out on occaison to see the freedom they took from you,
The way you were thinking was troublesome, your spirit too broken,
With an empty gaze, counting the passing minutes, hours, days...
Pointless, is the hope to break free is lost within this empty space,
But at last you have your memories, burning to a fading ember,
Remember, you are still human despite what they tell you,
Close your eyes and doze off, the world of dreams will give you a goodly home to which you may return when you are in despair,
Months pass, then years your thoughts cannot form correctly anymore, a beast unliving with no soul left to feel and with no mind left to think has been forgotten about since a past long gone,
Becoming a figment of imagination, a person no one knows,
Being the tale of one shadow, the legend of a destructive demon,
And all of that because you couldn't protect your heart in love,
Nor open your eyes, you were killed, then sealed into the unknown,
All your worries, all your pain and suffering, don't matter here.
Without a soul you can no longer even cry.
~ Umi
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 8:31 AM UTC