"unorderly" poems
I'm swimming through my mess of
Past and current afflictions
A sea of devils and unorderly behavior
Chaos and whiskey and ominous eyes
I swim towards a better place
A better man, a better view
A view of silence and peace
And a soft woman to wash me after
I hunt the wild red deer in the night
And we mate wilder than
The night and the sun and the moon
And the stars and ocean above
Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 2:56 PM UTC
'The biggest problem with communication is that we don’t listen to understand, we listen to respond.'
You trace my bottomless eyes to the pit of my stomach
You stare at the tip of my tongue,
With that sordid tang on it;
Reassure me now,
I am not the cause of it.
Taste, but not too late
The stuff of which
I am made.
Never think
I would clean the bottom
Piety of your sink
Would you hear me?
Muffled in a crowd?
Where my delusions
Of your confusions
Are shrouded
I smell repugnance
And make nothing of it
O the fancies of tongues
Bowed, I make nothing of it
In the crowd I hear your sound
I make nothing of it
My rejoinder blaring loud
You make nothing of it
The boil of the grey water
Murky glasses unclean -
Silent unorderly
I make a run for it.
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 9:49 PM UTC
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I fell for you like a waterfall in springtime.
Tumbling down an edge at your cliffside.
We are a force nature simply can't deny.
You accepted my siltation;
an unorderly invitation to a desperate situation
we could never leave behind.
You cried down from blue skies- silver-lined tears of denial. You fed this empty vessel
in the heat of June-July.
**When those stars shine right into my eyes,
I'll reflect their light in the creases of a tide**.
I fell for you like a rapid-
gushing parallel to the road.
Love will never accept defeat;
*We're certainly a force with which
seasons can't compete.*
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 2:41 PM UTC
Sometimes silence is the loudest noise For when I close my eyes sad things creep inside got me thinking bout my teenage Life Call me what u like an ignorant infidel time to tell the real truth yous speak about me but do you know what you do Living life a lie tears hidden behind your eyes I see straight threw you and what you claim to be only portray you more of a Fake to me Spittin nothing but the Truth Silence is the loudest noise. Like a drop of a dime in an echo room. Silence the deep quietness of reality when words are not heard due to their unorderly formality This life will speed by I remember getting high was who could swing the fastest Good ole days when Tears fell from my cheeks bcuz Best friends told jokes that were just 2 funny. Sometimes silence is the loudest noise
Apr 3, 2010
Apr 3, 2010 at 7:11 AM UTC
Order is too much for me
I prefer to live unorderly
I don't like to be predictable
But inevitably I'm predicted
Living constricted leaves you
So limited and I can't handle limits
They say I need an organized
Person to straighten me out
Some say I need to be put in my place
People call me a mess
But I think I'm a test
A test run in process just let that process
Don't assume work it out
I work so hard to understand because
Mentally I'm slow
I'll forget you if I don't
Make an effort to know
Just let it go
Let it go is what they say
But first let me look at it
In every other way
Before it slips my mind
Let me study it
Let me inspect it
Because I will forget it
If I don't interrogate it
I want to remember you
I want to understand you
I want to know you and what you
Yourself stand for
Because your disorderly
In a way like me
Just smarter
You think logically
I try to rationalize who you might be
Because no matter how I deny it
In a way I'll admit
I like you
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 12:53 AM UTC
A young girl climbs the rickety ladder
for what seemed like the hundredth time
eager to enter the castaway world tucked silently above.
The taut metal springs strumming loudly with every step she takes.
The cool air below giving way to a still and searing heat
and she wonders
how long she’ll be able to stand it this time.
In the darkness,
the smell of hard pine fills her senses.
Her hand expertly finds the flimsy string
to the single unadorned bulb.
The light casts brightly around her
fading deeply into the far corners she dare not go.
She looks around quickly
as if to see something that shouldn’t be there.
Her breath releases.
No, she is alone.
Nothing’s changed since the last time she visited here.
Forgotten clothes
old books with lost words
and memories of times passed
unorderly scattered across the splintered floorboards.
She knows the contents of every torn and abandoned bag
every unmarked box
and where every nail reaches out to claim its thread of the cobweb.
Her eyes now adjusting to the disseminating light
she feels the heat beginning its test on her quickly dampening skin.
The green floral dress hung lazily out of its bag
the one she has come to know by touch alone.
Envisioning how it took her mother’s shape,
she lifts the precious memory from its resting place
holding it up to her own small form.
Tears well
sliding down her flushed cheeks
and as if a mirror stood before her
she sways,
enveloped in the warm recollections
of the life that no longer filled the dress.
It is here where she feels it most.
It is here where the unspoken conversation can continue.
It is here where she can dance with Love.
She returns the dress back to the timeless world
feeling lighter and heavier than ever before.
With sweat now flowing freely from her pores
she surrenders to the sweet oppressiveness of this place.
She pulls the light string once more,
blanketing the weighted treasures in blackness.
again,
alone with the dark.
She will always come back to this ascended place
offering each step
every breath
and all her tears.
For it is here where she feels it most.
It is here where the unspoken conversation can be had.
It is here where she can dance with Love.
Feb 10, 2021
Feb 10, 2021 at 8:39 PM UTC