"unobscured" poems
When I too long have looked upon your face,
Wherein for me a brightness unobscured
Save by the mists of brightness has its place,
And terrible beauty not to be endured,
I turn away reluctant from your light,
And stand irresolute, a mind undone,
A silly, dazzled thing deprived of sight
From having looked too long upon the sun.
Then is my daily life a narrow room
In which a little while, uncertainly,
Surrounded by impenetrable gloom,
Among familiar things grown strange to me
Making my way, I pause, and feel, and hark,
Till I become accustomed to the dark.
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A little girl in handmade dress.
Black shoes with
White knee-high stockings.
Shy eyes framed
By and hiding behind
Long curly
Blonde locks,
Waiting with me at
The bus stop
Each school morning.
Vulnerable
Protected from the harsh
Outside world.
But nothing can completely
Shut out its
Cruel essence.
The outside
Can creep in or the
Inside holds dormant
Outside influence
Like the eggs of the proverbial tree
Lizard laid among eggs in a
Bird's nest
Remaining dormant to eventually
Hatch to feed on the newly born fowl.
Faith soothes the pain
By daily standing
On the sidelines
Of the pantomime
Of the mundane
As lush dense
Ivy reaches
For the sky but must
First slowly crawl
Over a cold
Gray wall of stone
Reaching
For dreams and ideals
Once clearly seen
On the horizon of the
Unobscured plains
Of childhood.
A bit harder at the myopic
Foothills of youth.
Now harder than ever
At the jagged
Snowcapped mountains of
Adulthood.
The curly locked
Little girl still lives
After all these years.
Lives on to
Balance the weight
Of disappointments
Compressed by daily
Reminders of that
Once dormant inside
Influence unleashed
In the innermost
Sanctity of trust.
Lives
In the security
Of ideals gradually
Becoming reality.
That place in the heart
That no one can touch
That no one can
Invade.
Thank God that home is where the heart is!
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Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 12:00 PM UTC
Restless Ulysses calling seaward
Wave-crest and trough on water
Bark seal slap rush
Carve one sweep, two sweep
Push and the wayfarer
Boot, back, and shoulder
A life neatly bundled going on
On and on and on; wander
Because no god is present
Without vastness, surrender
Fire lick crackle burn driftwood blue
On the sand in the gravel
And restless sailor calling seaward
Take the horizon to break
Spine and sinew ironmonger
The old and elderly will fondly remember
These days when we were strong
And the stars unobscured by smoke
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 5:35 PM UTC
Wild and uncontrollable
Fresh air
To the vestibule
And saint's alive
Life is a headlong dive.
Flying squirrels
Little girls
Unpredictable
But equally lovable.
People feel things
Like kids say things
And everything
Is under a microscope.
Hate is a long game
Love has short reasoning
Feelings drive emotions
Fueled by everything but reason
Logic
Makes us murderous.
One plus one plus it's all ****** up
You can't swim out of this pit
Too soon to tell
But I think
You're going to hell.
But the future is unwoven
The Seamstress Union is on strike
Yarns of every color
Are scattered on the floor.
An industrious imp
Tosses in a steam-driven loom
It eats up all the bits
And spits out new histories.
So genes collide
In their secret unions
But messages get crossed
And we welcome new mutations.
In the wake of a mininova bang
Conciousness is all-grasping
Freedom unobscured and No Trespassing ignored
Tucked away in safe corners
You keep all your real answers.
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 8:46 PM UTC
You gave me your heart in a poetical way.
I figuratively hold this anatomically incorrect symbol in my hands…where do I put it?
For though it terrifies me, I know it is precious. I am worried of it…but I can still feel its warmth and I want to keep it close.
I cannot carry it. Absentminded as I am, I will place it somewhere and it will be gone forever.
I cannot keep it in my pocket. It will go through the wash and I will get it back shrunk and shriveled.
Maybe I will open a door in my breast and place it with my own heart…
But that is grotesque.
This perfectly symmetrical, immaculately red symbol cannot sit next to my own, lopsided, beating flesh!
The juxtaposition would unravel the facade and leave me with…what?
Nothing?
A puff of smoke?
A second heart, beating opposite my own, wearing me down?
Or would the disappeared symbol instead free its meaning throughout my body, disintegrating into tingles that run along my spine and down my arms and legs, that make me shiver imperceptibly as my motion is suddenly guarded, and yet pull up at the corners of my mouth, causing me wary warmth, this oxymoronic push-pull
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this feeling that makes me want to fight-or-flight to attack or recede inside myself that starts my adrenaline rushing from unwarranted panic yet also makes me want to freeze time as I close my eyes and smile slightly to bask in the redolent warmth to pull my extremities close in order to let them experience what starts in my chest and then stretch into a star for this feeling to extend its reach to my edges and further
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Then this symbol, this encasement of hard metaphor, becomes unwanted.
Its protection, previously so needed, becomes unbearable.
How can I hold it in my hands, in my pocket, coolly perfect, frozen in shape, knowing what it holds inside?
How can I not grit my teeth through the disquiet, the sweaty palms and surge in my gut, knowing the halcyon happiness that lays beyond?
I will not suffer this symbol to stay intact!
I will scratch lines in its colour!
I will peel its icy layers off one by one!
I will ****** it to the ground, and **** its sweet juices from the cracks!
I will descend upon it until it bursts, its shards transforming sweetly into its message.
Connotation broken into denotation, truth unobscured by this superfluous poetry.
This sensation, this meaning, this feeling, this actuality, this state, this phrase
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this i love you playing across my body running through my hair
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It simultaneously freezes and thaws me.
Jun 22, 2010
Jun 22, 2010 at 1:28 PM UTC
Bright streaks of light
Illuminate the rather bleak, dark room;
Shadows of the past cast upon its walls
Impeding upon the luminous source,
Threatening to mask all the remnants of the
Fortified enclosure that are aglow.
The dark ghosts taunt the unobscured light,
In hopes of adumbrating the new-found optimism.
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 3:03 PM UTC
I sit in fullness
When I sit in stillness
The way is unobscured.
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 9:04 AM UTC
a tideline is much too fast, i think
to obscure every detail of
i know this isn't a crescendo and
yes i realise it's not always
but there's not enough of a
distance to turn the light out
you're farther than i can reach
but everything settles
a simmering of muscle under skin
unobscured and heavy.
Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 11:10 AM UTC
Upon the scant gateway
I see you
*Enthralled within
Comfortable
Adequate*
Now
With the darkness
You see, I
*Bore adventure
Unsettling
Foreign*
Then
Bearing the unobscured
Ethereal enticement
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC
They always were as they are now, weaving there
toes between the earth. Do you know how many footsteps
can move the earth beneath the impressions of the
gravity of there every single motion.
"No neither me,
But their inclination of premature motivation is the
driving force between every footstep that greets with
forward motions. The phosphorescent blossom that
is held within each others possession that neither will relinquish.
"Does breath extinguish hope,
No it revitalises that which was given luminosity through
words of encouragement, for when the foreboding Cimmerian
clings to the edges of what was vivid but now dulled by the
effects of a stain that inclines upon the naivety of creations breath.
"How many flickers make a light,
That was the inevitable questioning of everything that followed,
every breath that was extinguished suffocated from existences
unobscured exhalation. But breath cant be asphyxiated if each
hold an respiration of a lingering flicker. Each did breath for the other.
"Though a radiance is extinguished,
"There is always another burning bright,
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 6:15 PM UTC
Distance fades all things known to exist. All matter, all memory consumed by the horizon. We live in chasm between the past and the future where the only clarity is now. This enigma is intrinsic to our theoretical realities. That is unless we move with our eyes closed. Maintaining the vibrancy of the ruins in our path. Retaining unobscured echoes from all who came before.
Oct 7, 2020
Oct 7, 2020 at 1:09 PM UTC
You are always be the first to pick the flowers when they blossom
The one who sees the light in all dark corners of the world
One who sees broken souls as potential unobscured entities
But cracks can always be seen even after a broken being is stitched together
An infinite caisson of emotions
Caged emotions
Unable to roam free as the ones others possess
Old soul
Ripened far too early
I know you more than you believe
Maybe not comprehend
But know
You're beautiful
Not just appearance
You're truly beautiful
A soul as pure as yours is not capable of hurting and selfishly treading into and out a vulnerable persons life
Truthfully, I don't know how you do it
Helping and guiding as if you yourself have no demons to fight
But be careful
Spend too much time on broken people and you will begin to break too
You're admirable
Amicable
A person of wonder
A never-ending aurora
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 5:43 PM UTC
That girl has always felt like she
Can bloom a dawning sky from obscurity
Using only her mouth.
She is
phosphorescent, blending with the light that strikes
Her skin long after it shifts away and
Overflows onto the ground beneath her.
She flourishes, ingesting the sun like
Ripened fruit in the summertime;
Desperate and ravenous.
She is a craving animal that splits
Open the morning and gorges herself
On its warmth. It
Brims from her lips and
Trickles down the outline of her jaw.
That girl has always been composed of
The broken glass that magnifies the world.
She reflects out of habit, distorting images of
People who puncture themselves with the
Jagged slivers of her wilderness just by
Sprawling themselves at her feet.
She is unobscured,
She can’t help but accent the crookedness of
Each body that peers into her,
Of those who dim just by looking at her.
She pushes her glow
Into the cracks of every shadow eagerly and
Fights the blackness until it softens.
That girl has always felt too delicate
To **** she does nothing but illuminate
what is beautiful until it becomes repulsive
With the right angles.
That girl has always felt ready to combust,
Every word she speaks is a bolt of lightning,
Daunting those who try to put their hands
On her without flinching;
*Touch me,
I dare you.
Let’s see who shatters first,
Let’s see who
Can shine the brightest.*
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 1:36 PM UTC
I inhale so deep into my lungs
The smoke so I might blow out a cloud
To reach up and cover the sun in a shroud
So long I wanted to block out It's light
The dream to live in an eternal night
I've seen so much more then I've ever wanted to see
Honestly I've never even asked any of this to be
When I found you I found a place I'd like to park
Drawn in with your glow in a world so very dark
But while I'm in the shadow and you're in the unobscured
You can not see me so there is no strength in a word
You are the sun and I am the moon
There is no meeting of us neither midnight or noon
The only way if we meet at an eclipse
To spread fear of the apocalypse
You have your place and I have mine
I can see that now so surly I'll be fine
There are ghosts that I cross every corner of this town
I've learned so well to hide signs of every single frown
So often I wonder why I am still here
When there is nothing left to even hold me near
But it is not in my way to let go
If you ever knew me then this you would already know
When I found you I found a place I'd like to park
Drawn in with your glow in a world so very dark
But while I'm in the shadow and you're in the unobscured
You can not see me so there is no strength in a word
For so long now I have just chased you across the sky
Just narrowly obstructed to your view
There is no way for you to see the things that I do
I've bled every drop from within this heart
Just to offer the choice of a fresh start
But I should have remembered the place I reside
Within this darkness is the place I hide
Whenever history has always seemed so bleak
The weight makes it so difficult to even speak
I must find strength to look away from the past
This ship has been sinking ever so fast
And I see not a single sign for land
But really did I plan it any other way
When I found you I found a place I'd like to park
Drawn in with your glow in a world so very dark
But while I'm in the shadow and you're in the unobscured
You can not see me so there is no strength in a word
I have found my ways to cope with this life
I'll admit I cling deeply to my every vice
The path I was given bears a hefty price
And I still don't know what brought me here
To the start before that first year
The moment my mother gave birth
And I was brought here into this earth
This was something for which I never asked
But still by them all I was tasked
To live and as long as I can survive
What is the pint
With no victory within my strive
When I found you I found a place I'd like to park
Drawn in with your glow in a world so very dark
But while I'm in the shadow and you're in the unobscured
You can not see me so there is no strength in a word
When I found you I found a place I'd like to park
Drawn in with your glow in a world so very dark
But while I'm in the shadow and you're in the unobscured
You can not see me so there is no strength in a word
I've grown accustom to this eternal night
I thought it would take my vision away
To block out the bright of every day
And I was never any more wrong
But for the light now I do not long
I see so much better now with no light
There is no reason to cling to the frigh
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
My entire life I have struggled with reality.
It is a darkened street on a full moon
Where banks of fog encircle my small existence,
I can only see a few feet in front of me, and
As I glance backward, only a portion of my immediate view
is unobscured.
I squint, but
I cannot look into the future
I cannot look into the past.
I can only see my fate as it unfolds, step by step, in front of me.
It is only my footfalls, the drapery of water droplets on my skin
Swirling in and out of my lungs, pressing against my eyes.
I walk, and I feel myself strangely enough
trust in my own steps,
trust in the moonlight I cannot see.
Like the whirring of the contemptuous wind that rattles
The valley below,
A hindrance tugs at my soul
The brushing of fibers at their very tips
A chalky, dusty substance that irritates membranes
Something has constantly bothered my soul.
I've written more about death
Than I have about life.
I've written about what could be stirring behind the edges
Of that fog.
I can make out the shapes of bare limbs and branches
Suspecting this realm of which I walk
Is but one forest in the infinite galaxy
Of my consciousness.
Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 2:39 PM UTC
Þis world ain’t so vast and different
From þose found in what’s written
We write grand and tremendous of all þings
Þat we’ve imagined and delved deeply
to try oh so potently tu give revealing
Yet when we look about and just see unobscured and clearly
Unperceiving and wiðout þinking
Giving þe world its chance to speak frankly
It’ll display tragic n pretty
for you n me þose þings most true
Beyond suggestion ann interpreting
Just simply incessant beauty
in an unceasing locomotion
Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 4:44 AM UTC
I grew jealous of your naivety
your sheltered life
the calmness of your thoughts
and the safety you found in your pristine house
A house that had not been burnt to the ground by uninvited visitors
you still held your innocence within your hands
grasping tightly onto the hopes and dreams of a child
the spark in your eyes yet to be extinguished
I was envious of the positivity captured within your soul
the nonchalant filter through which you viewed the world
your vision remained unobscured
the cruel reality of the world had yet been revealed
your life remained normal, uneventful
Everything I lacked
everything I desperately wanted
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 3:17 AM UTC
Someday it may come
That your heart no longer beats beside mine
And someday may we no longer cry
But cherish the beauty we used to share
Between thoughts words and sighs
Between tears pain and cries
And every mark I branded on your skin
Will become little more than footnotes
Unimportant, unobscured patterns
That may eventually lead you back here
To feel my heartbeat once again
If not, my dear than all I can say
Is I hope you find solace somewhere
Amongst the wreckage of a lonely world
That somehow possesses a beauty recognisable
To lonely hearts hiding in the abyss
Often buried in fear and conflict
That is almost as real as the way
Shielding blood flows through our veins
As if keeping us here as long as we need
To discover each other once more
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC
Shapes and perspectives
Form over the room
They dance all around
From an angle of gloom
Unobscured by the blinds
And the puppet stage screens
The art journeys across me
In skeleton scenes
And the messages written
Encoded in time
Are the buzzing brain bumbles
To my hornet mind
Jul 21, 2017
Jul 21, 2017 at 3:32 AM UTC
Do you remember the past, truthful and unobscured?
Are your memories genuine, or are they jewels in a dead pirate's lost treasure chest?
When lying in bed just before disappearing into the void of night, do you remember where it is you thought you will be? And are you there?
Do you even remember what it is you wanted?
Remember.
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 8:00 AM UTC