"unpierced" poems
promised you a new love poem
every day till forever arrives,
for it will until then to
exhaust the crazy no limit ways to communicate
how my love for you consumes my
fragility, uncovering my core of strength,
that is never exposed, but for/to you,
but for/to you
*my unidimensional surface
unpierced,
no one sees what you x-ray,
and I fess willingly, with ease of mind,
that my secrets are safe stored best within
the borderless country where our ven
diagrams of souls
intersect with iron & steel & titanium
ribboned lines of inviolate invisible
pure white*
*here I stop
lest I die of bursting,
and yet I weep
for us,
for
you,*
no longer
read my poetry
Oct 30, 2024
Oct 30, 2024 at 12:19 PM UTC
In my childhood rumors ran
Of a world beyond our door—
Terrors to the life of man
That the highroad held in store.
Of mermaids' doleful game
In deep water I heard tell,
Of lofty dragons belching flame,
Of the hornèd fiend of Hell.
Tales like these were too absurd
For my laughter-loving ear:
Soon I mocked at all I heard,
Though with cause indeed for fear.
Now I know the mermaid kin
I find them bound by natural laws:
They have neither tail nor fin,
But are deadlier for that cause.
Dragons have no darting tongues,
Teeth saw-edged, nor rattling scales;
No fire issues from their lungs,
No black poison from their tails:
For they are creatures of dark air,
Unsubstantial tossing forms,
Thunderclaps of man's despair
In mid-whirl of mental storms.
And there's a true and only fiend
Worse than prophets prophesy,
Whose full powers to hurt are screened
Lest the race of man should die.
Ever in vain will courage plot
The dragon's death, in coat of proof;
Or love abjure the mermaid grot;
Or faith denounce the cloven hoof.
Mermaids will not be denied
The last bubbles of our shame,
The Dragon flaunts an unpierced hide,
The true fiend governs in God's name.
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What if eyes never
Opened?
What if lungs never
Breathed?
What if the sun never
Rose?
What if you never
Woke?
What if mother found
Your lifeless body
Drowned.
If sister cried
If father died
Inside.
What if your wrists stayed
Unpierced?
What if lungs stayed
Dry.
What if you stopped
And breathed?
What happens if you never
Die?
Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 8:53 AM UTC
The constant fray of human madness
The everlasting stream of grey
The scarce glimpses of color
The people,the grey, the uniform blandness
The shuffling around on the sure path
Not being aware of the color
Only thinking about the unpierced perfect sphere
The colors,the hues,the startling difference
The souls seeing past their eyes
Staring at the colors
Thinking about the stars
Never will they mix
Never will the uniform become different
Never will the color become uniform
Ever stable the sphere
Everlasting the stars
Oct 5, 2013
Oct 5, 2013 at 2:56 PM UTC
Please
I say.
Please don't go,
I beg my grandmother
when her breath wavers
and her milky eyes
land on me.
Please don't tell them,
I cry to my teacher
when she caught me
smoking a cigarette
on the empty rooftop.
Please don't break my heart,
I whimper to him
when he cradles
my wet face
in his hands
which feels like home.
Thank you
I say.
Thank you for coming,
I greet the visitors
dressed in black
when they whisper
and peer at my dry eyes.
Thank you for everything,
I tell my parents
when they left me
at the boarding school.
Thank you for the gift,
I smiled at him
when he gave me
pearl earrings
to adorn
my unpierced ears.
Of course,
Please and Thank you
can be
beautiful too.
Please
I say
Please keep him safe,
I plead to God
when my brother left
to join the navy.
Please come again,
I called out to the customers
when they stroll out
of my bustling café.
Please buy me ice cream,
I grinned at him
when he waved me
goodbye
over the fence.
Thank you
I say.
Thank you my dear,
I chuckled at the little girl
who said I looked like
a fairy
in my wedding dress.
Thank you for the surprise,
I cried with my best friends
when they bounced into
my home
with pots of
birthday food
made with love.
Thank you for life,
I whispered to the trees,
flowers,
sun,
chocolates,
myself.
They are manners,
but they are also much more.
tell someone
please
and thank you
today.
Sep 22, 2020
Sep 22, 2020 at 8:41 AM UTC
too much feeling
too much hiding
way too many fake smiles
invisible to the naked eye.
go ahead and shatter my skull
break my bones
i'll lend you the hammer.
because, darling
this is nothing compared to the hurricane of contradictions in my head.
i have a war zone that's burning itself alive.
so break me down
with your words and sharp tongue
maybe i'll build myself back up
if i'm feeling bored.
because no matter if i'm still broken
or i'm restoring my fractured pieces
the outside,
will always remain the same.
unpierced
and untouched
still smiling through the pain.
- a.g.
Aug 19, 2018
Aug 19, 2018 at 4:34 PM UTC