"unpredicted" poems
my eyes they do wonder
more than you will ever know
will they always
tend to find themeselves in thoughts unpredicted
by even myself
who could probe so deep, mingle so lightly
with touches and sighs not meant to come out they way they do
but even more
so much more
then what ill ever draw with my finger
love dipped sand gripped
oh autumn summer fall
gray September
red winter
sepia summer
under leaves and leaves
ocean
the ocean never changed
where I felt touch as a woman
released my first sighs as a woman
doing bad so bad
under things that were so beautiful
that was so beautiful
I mix and walk back
I must be a woman
to walk this way
and to look into all of your eyes
and feel nothing
and then feel everything
alcohol
white fresh and tastes like spring
under the imagination of so many things
I can go on forever
you know
about cups lovers creeps echos and black *******
that helps me flow
and I still bend to weak minds and words
I still bend to eyes fleeting destruction
to eyes who try to lie about everything
make believe they are something
dieing inside from nothing
bleeding tape around mouths with tongues that are too narrow
for proper speech
i still bend to beauty and love for the sake of -- love
or anything of such kind
meanings lost mixed and revealed through each other
with such discreet difference in between
and I feel the difference
and the contrast only makes me fall deeper into things that i don't know
once discovered
I grab my scarf wrap it around my neck with a thin cancer mutation in between my fingers
select my watch drape it around my wrist
put all belongings where they belong
and check out into the next hotel of
malicious life tones
Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 7:53 PM UTC
Fake
A world prewritten
She planned on being unscripted
Her world is now unpredicted
She still knows someone else is in control
Depicted
Still a hope of making her own decisions
Yet there is nothing told
Destination unfolds
Still not powerless
She radiates greatness in a self-consciousness way
Expectance is decayed
Now only false hope and a piece of paper save the day
Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 6:06 PM UTC
Blinded from what surrounds us,
we focus on self doubt.
Fears from the past howl in the wind,
with a familiar sound.
We inhale the future,
and try exhale the past,
but the wind struggles for empathy,
creating a stranger out of us.
Waves of uncertainty hold us back.
And the reality of our past hides among,
the darkness that wanders alone,
finding comfort within our discomfort.
In denial is often felt.
The truth of our past is avoided and hidden,
behind the thick layers of emotion.
And our sense of wonder radically changes.
Time manages to stay still and,
the beauty of silence flourishes,
awakening a thought,
where words are no longer valid,
only our existence is what matters.
We ponder at the entrance of our deepest thoughts,
and while regret accompanies us,
our heart holds on to the past,
every single beat has it's own painful rhythm.
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 9:21 AM UTC
Thieves, thieves.
Christ are we petty.
Could not have imagined
such a death
Such a short-sited
venomous slip of the mind
such a death-toll...
so unpredicted-ably sad to see
A mighty species
Die.
That's the fate of the fate-less, I guess
Our gods were a faceless
Mass
of derangement
Massive enough to take us to space.
What we've plucked from out of our souls
We can never replace
Such as it is, we have no chance
Put to death.
****** and detached.
That's how it ends
--surrounded.
We write out
these sorrows
that aren't really sorrows
and
Pin the tasteless love to our chests
Oratorical shit-hoarding
Trade-card victims
with no actual dignity left.
How embarrassing..
the glory of man-kind
To face a demise,
so mundane.
Forsaken by lies.
Our souls have been neutered and
Turned into tools for
Violently-popular
Prostitution-alized fools
Love for the luscious
the rush of the snarling
Hysterical rousings of
Tumultuous twerps.
This is the way that history ends.
Resting in our dreams.
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 3:14 PM UTC
I swore to myself
I would never let anyone break
through those walls again
after you tore them down.
They were crushed,
beaten,
and mangled.
They bricks that held my flimsy heart together
were completely obliterated.
Slowly, I hauled the unrepairable pieces.
I have started using a stronger barrier
where nothing can get through.
Not even someone like you;
Sweet, innocent, and caring.
An unsuspecting visitor.
I recreate a portion of this wall
Sturdy enough, I thought
for now.
Proud of the long way I had come.
It is reasonably hard work
for such an undeserving
*****
An unpredicted smile,
along with the brushing of a hand
against my face, tucking a loose strand of hair
away behind my ear.
Causes all progress to disappear.
**It will never get easier.
You will never cease to take my breath away.**
Dec 28, 2011
Dec 28, 2011 at 2:41 AM UTC
At a certain point during war,
you’ll wander out
among the galaxies,
among the whirling particles,
and ineffable numbers,
Feeling something that has no name,
like a thunderbolt through darkness
A storm unpredicted,
The horrible errors of our childhood,
Seeing with my inward eye,
A natural reaction to moving closer to the truth,
Life’s continuing promise,
Grounded in love
—I like listening to you
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 10:21 PM UTC
afflicted by my self infliction.
its an unpredicted addiction.
somewhat a condition,
that causes my affliction,
with my addiction,
to self infliction.
Sep 8, 2012
Sep 8, 2012 at 5:58 PM UTC
In the years to come,
you will learn you weren't a part of the five year plan
beautiful you, left me with a random roommate
but you were the farthest thing from random
my first witnessed miracle
know this,
you may have been an accident
but you were never a mistake
You may not see it that way,
so in simpler terms
You are the most gorgeous train wreck I have ever been stunned to see
You are an unpredicted storm that cleans your car the day before you were planning to get it washed
You are the pillowy sand after the tide has been swept away
You are the stomach flu that saves you from the test you didn't study for
You made everything out of nothing
with your first 2 am diaper change
came meaning
April 10th is always a beautiful day to be born
I thought so
Even when I thought I was the tragedy,
I knew this day would be the days stars are born
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 12:28 AM UTC
Once you "shift" - you're off
On a manic adventure, chaotic and mysterious:
Buoyed by a self-aggrandised delusion;
Your off to explore and discover;
To find answers to unposed questions;
To clarify coincidences and follow tenuous connections;
Compelled to experiment and to wander,
Wondering about unfathomables
And your place in the Cosmic hierarchy;
Trying to fit Reality into your newly conceived World;
Trying to fit yourself into a newly conceived Reality.
All information is relevant and pertinent,
Although your filtering system is faulty -
It all relates, even though connections aren't made;
All those colours and sounds and improbable texts;
All those lyrics absorbed and randomly regurgitated;
All those shapes and serendipitous meetings,
Conspire to cement and contradict;
To fuel conspiracies and entrench coincidences.
However, these wondering wanderings
Have their price - and the cost is potentially lethal.
The thin veneer of civilization is threatened
By an unpredictable Actor searching unpredicted truths -
Eventually, a collision of Authority and self-empowered delusionist;
A collision of the socially endorsed and the socially disenfranchised;
A collision with only one survivor -
When you re-emerge from the Institution
You're changed; shattered, re-constructed and de-fused
For the Greater Beast that We call a Civil Society.
[Afterall, I've repeatedly maintained that War {even on the Conceptual Plane}
Is not a Legitimate Occupation, but a sometimes Necessary Evil to protect the Innocents and Idiots working for Our Simple Pleasures in the Essential Evil that is Life as We know it at Present. 10/3/2014]
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 5:31 PM UTC
An introduction to the poetry.
Translation: Missing part of a beautiful soul
alluring young lady born yet cursed
with the ability to make emotions at worse
she was force to be the eye of the devil
hurt the inoccent and be thy rebel
she said once that 'don't look in the eye'
but one has the courage to exert but didn't die
unpredicted matter ensued rapidly
then the revelation itself changed the prophecy
a mortal risen and asked the soul
for affection and the inner you had stole
the magic that can turn thee into something magical
a real life warmth and thou art as a phenomenal
but the soul demanded to change the whole history
would she refuse the devil and accept the redamacy?
it says, 'missing part of a beautiful soul'
can moral fight for her and achieve his goal?
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 1:29 PM UTC
Why is it called chaos game
when all we do seems to reframe
the thoughts we've had before?
If half of x constitutes y
and if, therefore, the sky is blue
then let me show you
something else:
a little girl that sits and dwells
on a green field
plays with a game of marbles.
After each cast
she looks and pins
a little leaf of grass
into the ground.
She plays her game
until the sun goes down
and, tired now, she rises
looks again -
begins to frown at what unfolds
before her eyes;
the leaves of grass
have formed a shape
that, in the gloomy light,
resembles much a pyramid
with lion head, a human body,
and a riding knight who clutches
a fleur-de-lis-
*Reaching down the giant girl
picks from my hand the gift
that I for her have brought
into this world, for her to drift
however far she dares
to go.*
And chances are that,
in this chaos,
in this chaotic game,
this lily is the only thing that we both see
and thus the only thing that is worth looking at;
Thus, my equation ends,
having used up all xes
and all whys-
exhausted from such high amount
of unpredicted turning points-
And no one tries
to sit her down to talk.
And so the girl continues;
and she keeps on to walk
in purple fields,
with lilies in her hair,
forever drifting,
planting her faithful seeds.
Jul 14, 2013
Jul 14, 2013 at 8:46 AM UTC
Wake up with Fake smile
Dream to get nice time
With freezing cold
My face in extreme sow
Life in sun
Back in ray of dawn
Zeal to get out of burn
Still in the maze
Full collapse and crack
Life full of dull
Stay in harsh sand of bulk
Use as like a doll
Harsh and Dash
Unimagined and unpredicted
Now struggle is fate
Still dream for Great
World in my way unfair
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 10:17 AM UTC
The curse of a million worldwide women .
Came back and bit bit me on the ****
Again it made me bleed.
Thought I'd moved on past.
My not so missed fertility.
Went to work, all good as gold.
My aged life it did unfold.
Was so upset.
With much regret.
I thought I'd faced the change.
So strange.
Thought the thing that kept me fertile.
Had run away for a long while.
It's back with a vengeance.
My ****** stupid body.
Just in time,
A Christmas gift.
Sorely so not wanted.
I guess a lesson sorely learnt.
Should not take my body for granted!
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Dec 19, 2013
Dec 19, 2013 at 8:44 AM UTC
Hearing your voice I feel like I am floating on the canvas of a painting
The colours blend in a splendid action just like the ripples made by a single busy duck on the pond this Fall day.
I tilt my head back and sink even more into this moment of enlightenment. This unpredicted ascension of the mind.
I hunger for more in a pleasant way.
My fingers run the length of my hair and break free.
I smile all to myself and inhale peace.
Eyes closed I see the world in all of its delicate and fragile beauty.
If only for a second I could open my eyes and truly see what is beautiful.
The cold and moist air burns, but I breathe it in with vigor.
I feel alive for the first time all over again.
I curiously question why doesn't life always feel this pleasant.?
Why does it not ever look so simple and elegant?
Sorrow comes and quietly wraps its massive arms around me.
"Not today," I breathe without breaking from the strength of this water-coloured moment.
I remain seated on the park bench and plunge deeper into my thoughts.
I fall away with the sounds of your voice and nothing else.
For this quiet, chilly, and solitary Fall evening is Mine.
May 13, 2012
May 13, 2012 at 7:22 PM UTC
He ignores my words.
They never reach his ears.
He turns his back on me.
Without no apology.
The trees hide whispering birds.
Karma on your car lands a ****
Through the cloudy skies they steer.
Like little tiny specks on the horizon you see.
Shapes of signs from zodiac astrology.
A friendship never formed.
Sheltered from the unpredicted storm.
A family still unborn.
Independent & private in a dorm.
No one generation is mourned.
A perfect formation
Sacred & purposely placed in this nation.
A face unknown.
Homeless without a number for a phone.
Harmless it freely roams.
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 1:55 AM UTC
Hearts pounding,
Minds racing,
Skin touching,
Eyes meeting.
Love blooming,
Hands holding,
Smiles shining,
Cheeks blushing.
Blush fading,
Smiles falling,
Hands slipping,
Love losing.
Eyes dripping,
Skin yearning,
Minds screaming,
Hearts dying.
New beginnings,
Hated endings,
Wanted loving,
Dreaded leaving.
Unpredicted,
But still okay.
Your lost lover
Will fade away.
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 2:25 AM UTC
Small, unnoticed,
Just a flicker in your chest,
Not enough to realize.
How long has it been since you felt it last?
Grand, unpredicted,
Exploding lights in my chest,
Dumb enough to realize.
How long can I last without feeling it again?
You say it's better to scare it off,
I say it's better to face it off,
Don't you think, that I know,
How bad is this for my own?
You realize,
And you decide,
That my wings shoud be shaved off.
While all I want,
Is our wings to fly together.
If I'm a silly butterfly,
I hope he is drums and fireworks on the rain
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 4:22 PM UTC
My heart burns without presence
Your mouth says my name and voice still sounds the same
The inner damsel in me fights way through my flesh
Leading her by glow of all the potential I set on fire
My hot skin itches for touch while yours is soothed by a thick coat of reassurance
Is medicated by unwavering dose of devotion
My wound so raw and pain so sharp knives flee in fear of injury
My blood screaming for recognition
Like how many drops must be spilled for you to acknowledge I'm dying?
How many cuts appear before you notice I'm not well?
Hell
At this point begging for my tissue to be pulled in two directions and a massive amount of sodium chloride poured in
Would relish the agonizing
Unpredicted sting
Because at least that means I can tell you know I'm not alright
You seem to understand exactly where to rub the salt in
Not where to bandage
Oct 31, 2024
Oct 31, 2024 at 9:38 PM UTC
Staring
Seeing:
You.
Fishnet stockings,
Ripped jeans,
A Green, flowing button up,
Crystals adorning your collarbones,
Filling your pockets
Runes
Burning unpredicted futures into their denim,
Bracelets
Warming your wrists with the love offered by the souls who gave them to you.
Expression,
For you,
Was never something shown.
Shining,
For you,
Was never something shown.
You
Finally learned how good it feels to look like yourself
To
Put yourself on a shelf
A pedestal
Instead of 6 feet under your shoes.
It has taken
A shoal of revelations
To realize
That the world can only revolve around you
If you let it.
It has taken
18 years
Of contemplation
To realize
You can only lose faith on yourself
If you allow it.
To see
That If you grow
Your potential
To the size of a hydrogen filled giant.
Your emotions,
Like Venus,
And Saturn,
And Neptune,
And Mars,
Will Revolve around your protective flares,
Manipulated
By the gravity
Of your thoughts and choices.
Instead of them
Pulling you
Out of yourself
And forcing you into the simplicity
Of the very atoms
You are made of.
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 9:00 AM UTC
It's funny isn't it?
How fast happiness can turn into sorrow,
So quickly,
So unpredicted.
I used to love looking at your pictures,
I used to love hearing your voice.
But now it just hurts.
It makes the hole in my chest feel so shallow.
I miss you.
I miss us.
I miss everything we were.
Please come back.
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 10:10 AM UTC
"All I had was a voice. Same melody I would sing when I was in the field--I just wail out in the woods and let the echo come back to me."
the only pure act
is express all I am
essence alive filling void
receiving response of lovers and strangers,
of walls which waver then melt and bless me
unpredicted
uncontrolled
undulating waves of joy
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 11:36 PM UTC
This feeling is new
Though the emotions were always felt
Fingers framing your face
Eyes locked in heated maybes
The words came fumbling out
Unprepared or planned for
Though future lies unpredicted
A dark vortex of possibilities
A hopeful flame sparks up
Fearlessly facing the unknown
A fools heart in the making
With a determined soul
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 6:10 AM UTC
by: William A. Marshall
I disrobe and survey
noiseless instruments so
austere rather dreary
colored walls that reflect
unemotional elements I
ask for another blanket
so sterile a fragrance
like nothingness fill my
nose eyes float disregarding
back to the strangeness of
time moving as sounds of
feet flap in the corridor
I wait then as a subdued
knock at the door my
immortal sketch filters this
time but I broaden with
unpredicted comfort receptions
you can only receive when people
are not well an agreeable scene
professional mollycoddling
no fussy clinging of inseams
that ruin atmospheres
I go head on into obscurity
as a nurse asked in a puzzled
way about my faith she
was confused by my notes
about Dostoyevsky
I provided in that portion
of the form she wanted
to know irrespective of what
the other staff told her
I shook my head with
acceptance responding with a
vague originality the back of my
mind thinking what if I don’t
return - a way that is disconcertingly
adequate and peaceful and quiet
I notice my garments stuffed
into a clear plastic bag
to be received by somebody
upon my possible reemergence
locating a theme in time
and a lack of difficulty with everything
not interfered with but
unexpectedness actually the minutes
move away knowing that I will
not remember spike introduced
to vein as they examine the
drips of dose inhalations mounted
in my face muffled voices
fade the syringe is plunged
I know the train is now
approaching down the
track but I am not uneasy for
some reason talking more
about nothing while people move
the morning flows mechanically
without me like water
in a brook never to be
seen again chatting melodically
then calmness where I had
gone that wintertime morning
I can’t remember all I was
content though on that cradle
I know it was suitable late the process
had taken and imagined into an abode
that I no longer recall smiling
knowing it was a delightful place
where people take you into
their care peeking slowly then
through the fog when I glanced at
my wife assured by the cup of coffee
that she offered
and recovery rinsed over me
a return to my existence like returning
from death
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 9:58 AM UTC
Exist, exile,
when set aside for that last mile,
a trial at close of day,
why me, not you,
'tis for the few
to end at break of day,
my life not easy,
trouble free,
and yet it had its way,
through times of joy
and times of sadness
times of freedom,
times employed,
twinned the two halves
joined in gladness,
mother, father's seed
developed into me,
what magic that we live at all,
mysteriously understood,
the chemistry of matter,
solids, particles,
bones and flesh,
changing places over years,
blood and consciousness,
include a formula,
that random took its place,
in present times, its power,
its grace,
when we understand the whole
loose face,
the universe
so vast a form in flux,
like glazes in the white hot kiln,
their unpredicted fusion,
clay and rocks reformed
as glassy liquid,
soon to be a solid surface
hard,
and we, the human race
are only shards.
Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 7:14 AM UTC