"unmakes" poems
god sieves and strains,
heaps and hurls,
molds and unmakes,
unmakes and molds,
blood and clay,
fire and ‘nay’ to frailties
before sculpting
our hearts.
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 4:48 AM UTC
Moon, monstrous,
You illumine the Dark,
and through despair and woe,
you hide from our hearts,
whence we seek you.
Eons past,
that you derive from us,
yet you shall last
and yet control, as a plus.
Moon, empty!
Your shape revolves
such as a ball
that spins loftily
in display.
but as our appreciation develops,
and our knowledge broadens,
you shrink
when we may not see you.
Moon, Terrible!
Man seeks your shape for tourism!
Yet your patience remains high,
it must go thin,
and the powers invested in you,
will timely be unleashed
as though a tsunami,
that crashes upon a beach,
and surges forth liquid concrete
upon the hosts of Earth.
Yet, you remain patient,
but patient, for what?
Why do you stay yourself,
You do not come to us,
though you were born,
you be born from man,
and the theory true,
shall outlast your span
"Man made of equal, if another thing makes,
must return to the maker, lest the maker unmakes."
so why.
Why do you remain,
in starry night void?
O Moon,
you are wise,
and powerful,
I think, sometimes,
staring out my window,
into the cold black-winter
of space,
"Moon, I see you"
And feel excited,
then perversely fall asleep.
Jul 6, 2010
Jul 6, 2010 at 1:35 PM UTC
as if to seems by (hung the little world
the eyes noose
). Perhaps or
the soul more?
the could be hands loose
,the pinkset ear, whorl'd?
(between who where is who
makes or unmakes the rain)?
hands and unhands alike
tremble to fill:
the crooked barrel
o' flower's stemm'd pain.
(the ridiculous i.
the absurd you.)
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 4:39 PM UTC
I want to miss you fully, properly.
I want to look at photos of you and smile.
I want to be able to trace the planes of your face with my fingertips
And love you quietly
Full of joy instead of full of pain.
I am not there yet.
I ache too much for you.
It feels like every molecule of me is being pulled and blurred and bent towards you, wherever you are,
And I try not to think about it.
I try not to think about it because photos of you
Do not make me smile.
Not at first.
They stop my heart.
They stop my breath, and for a moment I don't exist because the longing has become so vast that it unmakes me.
I just can't win with that, it seems-
When you kiss me, I am unmade and remade.
When you leave me, I am unmade and remade.
And you wonder why I told you
That you hold the earth in your hands.
You might as well
For it seems that all the gravity I ever feel comes from you.
I love every line of your face
Looking at it
Seeing your eyes sparkle with that soul behind them
But its loveliness absolutely breaks my heart.
It hurts. It hurts to miss you, now.
You've been gone too long,
And if you aren't coming back I want to skip this part-
The painful, wrenching part-
And move on to when I can look at your picture
Trace your features with my fingers
And smile without wanting to cry, as well.
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 10:38 PM UTC
the water's movement
unmakes the silence of stone
still, the ocean sleeps
Jan 23, 2012
Jan 23, 2012 at 1:26 AM UTC
-It warms us-
-Illuminates us-
-Consumes us-
-Destroys us-
It unmakes everything
It ever touches,
But we need it to
remember we're awake.
Craving our destruction...
What a fickle race,
For the sake of a flame.
Aug 28, 2016
Aug 28, 2016 at 1:07 PM UTC
Adjacent places in space,
alternating waves
and fluctuating states
encased in ancient clay
taking vague shape
creates and unmakes
its own paper maché face;
portrayed,
gave name, draped-
vagrant flame ablaze,
nascent and awake.
Into the fray,
blades flaying
flesh agape,
my skin scraped,
nothing safe;
I must leave no trace
and base no faith
in erased slate;
afraid,
higher stakes played,
will I pay?
No way to relate,
what could I ever say
to convey?
Earth quakes
cities vacated and razed
as heavenly body vibrates
reasserting reign;
tectonic plates break,
fissures snake,
aimless traipsing fingertips;
hastily laid basement's
pavement caves in,
labyrinthine maze
of narrow,
harrowed straits
dig my grave.
No escape from this cage, I pace-
my weight betrayed
limping and lame,
graceless skating
figure eights
pirouette rotate
as frame decays to waste,
body aches
with age and dismay,
lines tracing pain
I await the day
and for whose sake?
Chaste,
craving a naked embrace
to kiss on the nape,
just a taste
could stave or slake;
gazes trade-
sudden sun rays,
through clouds grey laced,
my eyes dilate,
invading the gates
of my brain.
Breath bated,
taken away;
fates interlaced
or am i only
swayed astray
by another wraith
that will fade into shade?
Emaciated,
to be slain by my own starvation
and hunger pangs?
Will circle of veins
be exanguinated, drained
as seedling baby daisies' chains
are spewed and scattered into May
in springtime bathed in sanguine rain,
by summertime a scarlet stain?
Will I be jaded
to a hue of navy blue,
will foray turn beige?
But I gave chase and prayed.
Nov 20, 2021
Nov 20, 2021 at 2:33 PM UTC