"unmistaken" poems
she wants head
male bonding
siamese twins
tango 69
me
i travel by images
corporal landscapes
the mouth is the tunnel
quick, now
the tongue the train
windows on the world
unmistaken
still
same refrain
we will meet
we will meet
somewhere again
end of the line
with
the power of torso
speed of the memento
lost and then
found
and
always
the blood engine
pounding
puffing
steaming its blush
on the cheek of night
2.3k
As I now ponder through the many years
I sift regrets as if to deal with cards
To gift importance when it warrants tears
And continue the reeling of my shards.
Until her face became my eye and mind
Of sunlight hair and grin unmistaken
Could I forget? Is love in death a kind -
Of past that time will see her soul taken?
No! I let my pain be witness of truth:
A love that were is still a love to be;
My eye be old yet mirror her youth
Reflective moments is when I best see.
For life was vowed and life do I still give
If not I die for death does not relive!
Sep 14, 2025
Sep 14, 2025 at 6:18 AM UTC
It wasn’t just the way she looked that made her beautiful -Although that was unmistaken to me but not necessarily to her because she never gets to see herself the way I did.
She didn’t see the way she laughed, smiled and she didn’t see the light in her eyes the way that I did; she couldn’t because she only saw herself in the mirror, and mirrors are almost always misconceiving
But she was beautiful in the way she acted and the way she talked about the things she loved, she was beautiful in the way she cared for other people and often ended up forgetting her needs almost completely.
She wasn’t just beautiful, she was the like the moon;
like drop of colour on black and white pages – she was loud and quite all at once and the little things that annoyed her, I loved even more because they were a apart of her and she was absolutely lovely and she deserves all the love in the world and not half the things she dealt with,
Because she was born the way she was and it wasn’t her choice but she chose to accept that the best she could and I admire her so greatly for that because every time I look at her
I can only imagine the battles she’s facing inside her head and I hope one day she will be able to put up the peace signs and finally look into the light of how loved and how lovely she is because
she truly is amazing.
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 11:38 AM UTC
Save her once
save her twice
what value do we ever
put on a life
Skip a beat
miss a heart
she always knows the way
to resuscitate me
Her face a
picture of caress
it holds me close to
those havens safe
Her touch is
lightening deep in
my soul that craves her
living open soul
It crashes through
the empty pain
numb I come alive in
a force unmistaken
Don't leave me
the broken girl
for she promises to live
as long as
you
love
her
Empty hearted
numb and dumb
save me one last time
fight is all she can promise
Set me free
from the monster
under my bed
that keeps the voices
company in my head
Needy and desperate
crying to you silently
free me
free me
set
me
free
*She doesn't need saving,
she is strong enough
but she loves like no other
can't fight that feeling
of needing
the love
of
another.*
© Sia Jane
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 9:41 PM UTC
It doesn't seem fair does it?
So much emotion centered at another soul.
There is the passion, the completly overwhelming want to feel every inch of your body.
The unmistaken need of having you as close as humanly possible.
Your lips meet mine, and there is nothing that can overtake me that quickly.
Even your breath on the back of my neck is enough for me to, for a moment or two forget the pain.
Forget how I spend most of the day.
We ended up in pergatory together.
As close as two can be, and never so torn as we are.
I'm so broken by your choices, pulled together again by the arms that tore out my heart.
We scream, spew hatred, cry, throw knives to see who can hurt who more.
Only to reach out for the other to save us everytime
To be true loves and each others poison.
It's truly terrifying.
Imagine you not here with me.
Imagine us spending the rest of our lives in this crazy chaos.
Lying in your arms is where I should be,
But the ghosts,
They can sure haunt a damaged soul.
Two people that have been broken into a million pieces.
The love, that undying unconditional truth that we cannot deny.
Why do we try my love?
Why is the anger so immense?
I wish we never even had to hear the word addiction.
I close my eyes, go back in time.
Before our life was unhinged.
I can feel that feeling, feel the happiness run through my body.
Like a shockwave.
The lightning will strike again,
Reality will bring it all back.
Bring back the stranger who I remain chained to.
You, my disease
My cure.
Please save yourself.
To save me.
To save the perfect moment I forget how a white powder erased me from your mind.
Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 10:26 AM UTC
Beautiful twisting moments trapped in love
Crawling and reaching for cracks and stones
Smudges on the pavement of a fragile creation
Shrinking life's bone
Unmistaken
Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 8:08 PM UTC
Butterflies alive inside ..
I thought that they all died..
I can't believe you make me yearn like this
Its an unmistaken Bliss
Life's been hard and numbed me down
But now a heartbeat can be found.
I could go on for hours attempting to unravel this
But for now , I will let it be
And revell in the beauty of its simplicity
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 4:05 PM UTC
No eyes will parse
My squiggled lines,
With meaning clear
Enough to slap your face.
Their joy is in the search-
The digging out of what
Is longed for, in the
Most obscurant phrases.
No hand will tousle
Rumpled hair
On recognizing that
Another saw the selfsame bud
And helped unfold it
To a bloom, so
Those in later times
Can share the fragrance.
No lips will purse
On being told
With unmistaken
Clarity what is,
For that's a lesson
Not adventure
And the readers
Have dressed up for the hunt.
ljm
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 11:10 AM UTC
my words are so cold that i choke
on the lies i spit from my throat
a hunger pouring from my mouth;
slowly dripping out the corners as i soak my soul in doubt.
if theres a place i haven’t been yet,
take me there; take me now
take the heart inside chest
rip the seams and make a mess
and go pin it to your sweater,
or on your hat just like a feather.
i know it’s floated on my sleeve
but girl i want you to believe
that there are diamonds in your hair
because you know you’ve got a flair
thats unmistaken to my eye,
cause you and i know how to fly.
an hourglass as i see your hips ******
there’s glass between us, underneath us
though no reflection will deceive us.
and though deception come between us,
still our universe perceives us,
just as irony defeats us;
so ill hold your hand and pretend
that through you i can make my amends.
my words were so cold that i choked
on the lies i spat from my throat
hunger poured from my mouth;
slowly dripping out the corners as i’d soaked my words in doubt.
Jun 15, 2011
Jun 15, 2011 at 10:53 AM UTC
I lift my voice to let out color, but it all detaches to dust and sorrow.
The unmistaken misfortunes stay calmly untouched
the way they should be.
Because, listening can make your emotions thinner
trust me.
It is as real as opening a window,
as real as letting the breeze chill your space,
as real at the last kisses taste.
Be careful with your sympathetic heart, it can crumble and turn to flames
so, find your own hand
don't let go
the grasp of yourself, is as important as so.
It might take forever, but remember
the detailed shades of your life,
will never wonder
moments are tied together,
so you'll never forget
that instant
ever
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 10:40 AM UTC
A hum that flies with the wind
Caresses my ears softly, roughly, sweetly
And ventures deep in to my soul
A hum so sweet it breaks my innocence
With all of the seven deadly sins
And with all of the seven virtues
Bringing together both my peace and chaos
A hum so ghostly it fires my adrenaline
So warm yet so intoxicating, beautiful
A soft hum, nothing more nothing Less
Yet a hum that makes up my world
A world of beauty and horror,
A sad yet honourd, a life worth living
And it is non other than the hum I hear
In my reality, my dream, my heaven and hell
A hum that passes through time unmistaken
Never fading, never existing, never heard
Yet it is a hum we all know,
A hum, the sweet harbinger of our death
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 4:31 PM UTC
Rhapsodies written in hues--marmalade, violet, the blues,--
Everything everywhere...
No less of an impression that's
Adorned with the innocence you so choose.
Mimicked by your favorite wine, a deep red, magically,--
You masterfully rose from the canvases, beautifully composed...
Loose cotton like rules forgotten,--
Openly confessing as if conclusions were foregone, yet--
Vocalized through your turquoise, lies an
Eighth of life at large, unmistaken.
Mar 6, 2024
Mar 6, 2024 at 9:22 PM UTC
these days are hard for us
to be unmistaken
thought we got lost in the rush
or merely we’re not yet awaken
rise and recline
all the way stuck in this cycle
satisfied and then brood over
just as fast as the eyes-goggle
we repetitively
have been metamorphosed
and hopefully
turn into something immortalised
Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 5:21 AM UTC
Verse 1
Initiated, when there’s a choice to truly take it
In order to be liberated, gain true identity
When there’s a low road, a higher path is taken solo
It doesn’t matter even how slow, true living is free
Chorus
No matter the forces I see, the invisible right before me
Keep moving and gliding swiftly, liberated, it’s time to be free
All genuine none to conceal, just chasing the joy that I feel
Authentic with goodness is real, liberated, truly liberated
Verse 2
Unrelenting, a core desire with no ending
Distractions don’t require tending, so undeservedly
Uncomplicated, could be as simple as I make it
A dream pursued, even belated, there’s possibility
Chorus
Verse 3
Footsteps, yes I gotta find my own quest
The only way to give my true best, originate and shine
To awaken, to be myself yet unmistaken
All the others they are taken, the opportunity is mine
Chorus
Written by Geraldine Taylor ©
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 4:27 AM UTC
My personal orator,
tell me a story with profound meaning.
Spin the tale of the abrasive man
who grew from a silent boy.
Feed me you unmistaken eloquence.
Let me drink in your vocal opulence.
Mar 10, 2025
Mar 10, 2025 at 5:23 PM UTC