"unnurtured" poems
i am a survivor, i am a scavenger, i am a man with
no shame. i am an artist, i am a writer, i am an
iconoclast. i am a lover, i am a creator, i am a
destroyer. i am quality, i am worthless, i am absence.
i am man, i am conqueror, i am world-ender. i am an
addict, i am old, i am wizened. i am free, i am
young, i am unnurtured. i am secret, i am becoming,
i am a wreck. i am a shadow, i am oblivious, i am
obvious. i am obscene, i am abhorrent, i am hidden. i
am a seeker, i abstain – i am a liar. i am a deceiver, i am
an actor, i am unknowable. i am entirety, i am
citizen, i am insolence. i am thought, i am concept, i
am revoked. i am wanderer, i am thoughtless, i am
lost. i am undying, i am inured, i am fleeting. i am
alive, i am mythologized, i am end. i am a thief, i am
a monster, i am alive. i am a philosopher, i am a
thinker, i am superfluous. i am good, i am evil, i am
unaligned. i am pragmastic, i am irrational, i am
common sanity. i am emotional, i am withheld, i am
interred. i am new, i am ruined, i am interregna. i am
proper, i am erased, i am discrection. i am sought, i
am not, i am simple. i am somnolent, i am erratic, i
am errancy. i am abstinence, i am uncontrolled, i am
the world. i am fraught, i am emptiness, i am
humanity. i am dandelion, i am magnolia, i am an
albatross. i am talent, i am intelligence, i am
fettered. i am here and now, i am then and when,
i am done.
i am malice, i am harm, i am self-destruction.
i am a fighter, i am encephalic, i am lost.
i am alone, i am alive, i am free.
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 2:46 AM UTC
sloshing through
the pipes, rats riding
a winding wave notwithstanding
the pull of the riptide untied and tried
typically clear blue true without you
unrhymed but confined and unheard
born broken unnurtured and blind
further outside of my mind you lined
the blinds with ******
but I heard her outside the lines
a herder, she shined in my eyes
reflecting signs of sobbing sighs
releasing white withering pines
bare blown apart mines
bland broken times
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 5:34 PM UTC
Fruit uneaten to the seed,
A glance at the heavens
Halting inescapable rot,
Here it lays brown and withered.
A chronic flicker of a lamp
In the corner of the room
A temperament that festers
Frustrated at the change of endeavours,
Waning moons missing pieces,
Resentful, longing for the sun
Indescribable hunger for a glimmer
over torrential nights,
Yearning like a fire
Begs to be fed
Reaching out to darkness
The bed, now half slept.
Restlessness crawls within bones
A tormenting
Unrelenting
Wind in the cold,
A soft low hum within the safety of four
Walls,
An unrecognisable sound
Without an ear, joyful to be here at all.
Fruit will soon bitter with frosty mornings,
Unnurtured,
I plant myself in grounds
Sullen with the season.
Sep 13, 2025
Sep 13, 2025 at 4:51 PM UTC
Wintry bellies full of remorse give birth to forgiveness in Springs
unnurtured fledgelings hop around unable to use their wings
Nov 3, 2010
Nov 3, 2010 at 10:05 PM UTC
My desires hook themselves to
the lingering dreams of
lost kisses.
Enamelling the decrepit walls
of my
sanity,
like the soft echoes
of your last whispers,
or like a tortured memory,
drifting and unnurtured
cascading within the depths of
delirium.
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 2:00 PM UTC
The taste of putrid bile,
It burns,
It's vile,
I lose all smiles.
Knots wrap around within.
Inwards purging
Themselves.
Pulling & tugging, demanding
A way out.
As claustrophobic
As a restricted heart
Sinking in my stomach,
That gurgles.
The waves washing
Around the anchor,
Dead (weight) in
A cast out sea
Of polluted waters.
But don't you see,
That the ghost
In me,
Is only found in
This very sea.
Bile;
Bitter, putrid, vile,
Choking on
A body retching,
An empty soul.
Unnurtured, wasted
It wants out of,
Me.
A heart
Beating; blistering red.
A raw throat,
A choke
A cough
A very solitary single
Tear
Drop.
And so, my saving grace
Is what feels like
An ocean of pain,
Within me,
That has yet to pour out,
Thus not drowning
Me,
At sea.
© Sia Jane
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 11:11 AM UTC