"unrested" poems
Picked up and dragged through the air of violent twilight.
Crash landing into each world of pain.
Grow up; learn up she told herself.
Red lipstick, tight dress; bad girl good. Unrested she was, she was unrest.
Unrest in her mind, unrest in distress.
That girl was nocturnal,
her life was night.
Although star & moons glared,
reluctantly lit,
her blue skies were none but bottomless pits.
Duck duck GOOSE, once a child without care;
I choose YOU, life spitefully said.
GROW UP; LEARN UP, she scolded herself.
Keep your head up, keep it down.
Too much air, too much water,
too much CONSCIOUSNESS.
Low then high then low again.
One minute was 60,
but she blinked and it was over.
So much time was so little.
Disregarded, she became the Object of obsession.
Danced too fast, danced too slow;
never by the beat of her heart.
Chaos!
Calamity!
Joy!
Insanity!
GROW UP, LEARN UP; she forgot herself.
The madness before the storm,
the storm of never-end.
She had to grow up, she had to learn up.
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 9:01 AM UTC
the rain is dense
& the day becomes faint
no time to count the roses
or the stir up my spine
it feels like february
from where i'm sitting
when my hair comes down
and her words get shorter
take off your suit
and tie me down
taste my adrenaline
it's heavy on my tongue.
seven minutes in heaven
with kisses that linger for hours
and when i feel the sun
set on my back
i knew this moment
would never last
it's a day overgrown
if the rain runs out
and wakes us unrested
so put your car on drive
& bind back his tie
i want to kiss you now
but that won't ever mean goodbye
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 1:59 PM UTC
There are parts of me that
lay unrested - they are ghosts
in hallways, they are smoke
suffocating in locked rooms.
Sometimes I can feel
myself fading and it takes
all I have to pull myself
back from the abyss.
I'm walking on ice, yet
to find a stable foothold in
life seems unprecedented.
I still haven't learnt when
my hands began writing
rather than shaking.
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 2:49 PM UTC
Nightfall slowly fades away
The sun rise takes its place
Clouds of smoke float
through the air
And the glare from the tv reflects it
in perfect patterns of white and gray
The sight of the light sends shocks
through the unrested body
The mind slowly escapes through a dream
of the sun
written with poetry
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 7:56 AM UTC
At an angle of ninety degrees,
two trees share the same plot.
This one grazes the eaves,
seeking vain attention in the window glass.
The other, its grey ghost lazes
prostrate on the herb garden, reveling
in secrets of lemon balsm and thyme.
At night, the first becomes demonic,
obliterates the universe,
branches scraping the pane, scratching
like fingernails on slate,
its coppery leaves trying to get in.
Its partner slinks to earth,
seeking solace,
wringing conterminous roots till sunrise.
I've had my fill of these unrested moments
fighting the pillow, not settling.
There is no joy in seeking stolen stars.
My dilemma grows horns.
I half dream of ******
at least amputation.
But even the dimmest light shines in the dark -
I consider its tormented destiny.
At daybreak, like a ****** I scale its gnarled branches
ridiculously one-handed,
the other a keen-toothed weapon.
I am an agile goat shinning upwards
feeding on dreams of peace.
Lost in the sky, I become sap,
melt into its arms,
(a vertiginous release)
I become a curved branch.
(There's someone standing in my elbow!)
Leaves helix down, settling on autumn crocus.
“Look! Gold on gold!"
The grey ghost yawns, grows its shadow,
waves its arms demanding justice.
I wave back.
Suddenly terrified, I secrete an invisible scent.
The branches contract, tense as ligaments.
My heart plummets, rolls out recumbent,
presses heavily on the earth
listening to fleshy roots recede.
A few deft cuts......
Sun gutters through bereft spaces,
striking the window.
Both trees a shade lighter, a lighter shade.
Tonight I will dream under visible stars,
feel the moon's half-light slide over me.
copyright © Caroline Grace 2012
Mar 2, 2012
Mar 2, 2012 at 12:12 PM UTC
I pull the down blanket over my burns -
body separates from mind, locked to Earth,
held tight against material concerns,
rest awaits overworked tendons of worth.
Body separates from mind, locked to Earth.
When the spirit drifts into reverie,
rest awaits. Overworked tendons of worth-
while masses reject reality, every
drift into reverie. When the spirit
sings an ethereal subconscious spell
of masses. While reality rejects wit
for surrealism and fortune bids farewell
to an ethereal subconscious spell. Sing
against material concerns, held tight
against fortune and surrealism.
Over these burns, we pull the blanket down.
Mar 17, 2011
Mar 17, 2011 at 4:10 PM UTC
I saw her again today
Blankly staring ahead.
Hair blowing,
Roots showing,
Her eyes glazed, a puzzle of red.
I wonder what thoughts run
Behind that glassy look.
Try to guess,
With no success,
Judge her cover to know her book.
Is she musing about love
Warm home that travels with him.
Gushing thoughts,
Of happy sorts,
Eyes red thank life full to the brim.
Is she mourning a loss
Of freedom, hope or more.
Twisted fate,
Brings unasked date,
Eyes red farewell her dreams in store.
Is she running through task list
New box added on refresh.
One more tick,
Oh so slick,
Eyes red betray unrested flesh.
Is she setting out in search
Of new life, new mind, new soul.
Endless hunt,
Brave new stunt,
Eyes red find lost piece from her whole.
I take one last look at her
Into my mirror on bathroom shelf.
My red eyes,
Full of lies,
I am a stranger to my self.
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 6:04 AM UTC
there is a strange vacuum where she goes
a black hole in the fabric of night
the costumes and characters bright and brilliant
strange familiar faces in the parade of light
scarlet woman pulls my heart toward center
she is the gravity i am caught in orbit
elleptical but steadily inward
against good sense the rain
thunders against my ears
i fall in love again with the force of nature
the movement of pure luminosity
the strobe of tribal rhythm
shatters the illusion of seperation from the all
reason does not listen to emotion
sweat streaks the trance of unity
and i am apparently good at chasing forbidden fruit
the unchained melody of life falling down
in beautiful collage around you
and we fall back into place
unrested eyes and shadows at night
the scarlet runs off into the darkness
and i could catch up but i don't
wandering in the dark
looking for the part of myself that hasn't forgotten how to love
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 5:01 PM UTC
I must say that in the course of my life I’ve seen
The battered nature of a Queen,
I witnessed the unrested stress
Placed upon the shoulders of a Princess,
As she slowly absorbs life’s punches
I still see her in the highest of the Duchess,
Encountered that mind of that which might seem crazy
While in all holding up the demeanor of a Lady,
I place myself in the spot for her to see what I can bring
That I carry myself in the presence of a King,
And as I try to rescues her from what makes her tense
I failed attempts of a Kiss so I never turn into her Prince,
As each moment I dreamed of her has only been in fluke
I can’t find the means to win to become her Duke,
And even through the gifts of attention and being adored
Forgetting that on this land, with love, I'am more than a peasant but a Lord,
Apr 5, 2012
Apr 5, 2012 at 11:24 AM UTC
I walked pass the haunted house
The huge house across the lane
My legs weakened out of a sudden
My throat was dry,
My palm was sweating
Adrenaline rush!
GOOSEBUMPS all over...
The unusual cold breeze
sent chills down my spine
I peeped inside the house
Strange feelings I had...
Would never allow myself to go inside
For that is where the witches live,
Where ghosts and goblins hide.
The demons there are whirling
And the spirits swirl about.
Everything is spooky...
The unrested souls howls
See the zombies partying
Shoes, umbrellas and hats flying
But I wouldn't want to go there
So I ran with all my might
And oh I wouldn't go inside
The haunted house tonight.
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 8:04 AM UTC
Don’t, don’t touch me,I can’t believe you hurl next to me trying to harass me.
Wasn’t it enough that we exchanged our vows in matrimony,
And you frotted off to another woman’s sack the day that you met me.
Remember how we met, all head over heels for you, happy that you made a commitment; talking and jazzing it up leaving our conversations unrested.
We travelled the world, but you left me behind and travelled with words,yes you.
You left me behind thinking I was deaf, blind and unnerved, you lied.
You were a liar, a thief and a drunk all mashed into one.
Oh how monogamy changed you!
Our child came, she was beautiful but you didn’t turn up in the delivery room.
Who was there to support me? I gave birth; you gave me no backbone.
She grew up, you grew too and I stayed still working my life away incessantly.
Appreciation? No.
Depreciation? Yes.
You moved away thinking you could get away,
you took her away from me and into your care, but there was no care.
Now I was stuck in another country trying to support this family, but who do I find out you were caring so eerily? Another woman who underestimated me, spending the money I sent for my daughter in her education, for her own reclamations.
When I went home she was estranged from me,
oh how she’ll hug me next to daylight just to get a whiff of my scent.
We played, we fooled, I showed her what it is to be a lady, but I didn’t know the worse of it as she was being held hostage, clammed up into a little shell having no hope and no glory by those that I left her behind with the trusted reveries.
Jun 15, 2012
Jun 15, 2012 at 10:59 AM UTC
I confessed
knowing it'll leave you unrested
this ***** secret won't be addressed
and I'll- I'll be depressed
since I'll be detested
and you'll stare at me like I'm possessed
as my heart becomes distressed
Feb 14, 2025
Feb 14, 2025 at 9:07 AM UTC
The night wakes me and engulfs me into its darkness leaving me haunted by past lovers. Situations that were never fully settled and leaving me feeling hopeless and unloved. My mind questioning every detail and the unspoken words I should have said or the words spoken and maybe I shouldn't have said. Did I fall for you? Did I love or need too much? Was I too much? Or not enough?
Although Timing is everything.
I think I'll leave it as that and the time spent with you as moments lost in time never moving forward but still in my mind.
The night wakes me and engulfs me into its darkness leaving me haunted by past lovers. Forcing me to face the cold reality that it was never meant to be. While I knew this all to be true in the beginning I couldn't help but want to try and see where everything played out. Knowing I would get hurt and understanding my heart would break. Always the hopeless romantic looking for her happy ending, I assume.
Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 6:40 AM UTC
In his room he grasps the threadbare coverlet,
The thinness of his fingers exaggerated by knotted joints
not unlike the slubs of coarse cotton in his clutches.
No sun shines in this windowless cell.
Night offers no stars to count.
No luminous clock keeps time.
Unrested, his head in strange surroundings lifts to look.
"This is not my bed.
These are not my possessions.
The glass does not reflect my image."
The lamplight's glare offends his eyes.
The blue beaker has a sharp edge.
This unfamiliar room has seen a single week of usage
meant for new beginnings to find his feet.
Yesterday, his leaden slippers stopped shuffling.
A slam!
Someone is talking too loud.
No-one can hear him silently screaming
as he passes through the closed door.
copyright © Caroline Grace 2011
Sep 8, 2011
Sep 8, 2011 at 11:12 AM UTC
I was once
A man/women
Like you
Unfeared
Unmasked
Uncovered
Unrested
To keep the pain at bay
I was once
A man/women
Like you
Sorry, I can't help
As you expect
Let me first wear
That PPE
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 11:56 PM UTC
Live in the jaded shadow of your sins.
Never let the sun in.
Sacrifice all that dwells inside.
Searching endlessly for a safe place to hide.
Pray for a savior.
To resurrect your soul.
Sinking deeper into the corrupting, immoral hole.
Build up your crystal palace laced with lies, molded with blood.
Human flesh to decorate the layers of death that create a flood.
Of unrested spirits who stay within the confines of your mind.
Give it up, Let it go
The torture of each moment only you know.
Fighting with yourself between fantasy and reality.
Images too disturbing for the sympathetic eye to see.
Give it up, Let it go
Release the demons and let love show.
Replace the evil with angels to guard your heart.
To protect you and let the healing start.
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 11:24 AM UTC
I stay up til 3am.
I scroll,
tweet,
reblog,
upload.
I keep my mind busy until it's too tired to argue with itself.
I wake up at 12pm.
Unrested,
regretful,
dissatisfied.
I've wasted my day,
swapped a sunrise for a dimmed screen,
breakfast for lunch,
sleep for rest.
My days blur,
with nothing to occupy my time,
I watch 5 seasons in a day,
reach my post limit,
exhaust conversations.
Doing nothing had become my job.
And it consumes me.
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 10:34 AM UTC
I swim in the strangest of pools
Of down weighted accounts
Never in company with the man of slumber
In darkness of mind I wish to be taken
To soon forgotten dreams and fitful terrors
The whispered thought and whimpers come
Wrapped in silence unrested bones lay waking
To swim in the strangest of pools
Never in company with the man of slumber
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 1:14 AM UTC
Sleep comes to those who wait
slumbers of nothings
and dreams of melodies
caress the inevitable fate
Expression laid like a place setting
table cloth pulled and dishes wobbling
waiting, leaning, and feigning
for an answer to start believing
But I wait, patient and still
Vermouth, spilled *****
and whiskey, tacky kills
Another sunrise
two more setting
surprise me in the morning
unrested and humming
A glass of water
filled with ice
balancing
next to a butter knife
Sliced smooth
intransigence
coupled delight
Mar 15, 2011
Mar 15, 2011 at 2:56 AM UTC
Hope enticed inquisition I need to
praise kudos to such foundations
kneeling on my head upside down
I wish she never fell down the stairs
could have stayed accord within
such beauty a free spirit she
was my other half. I miss her kteer.
and feel like I want to still the moon
in hopeful delight the biggest bear
hug around her chest. I loved her so
much my sleeve drenched in
emptiness. i swore on the bible more
than once if she ever left I would ****
honestly honorably cross my heart in
shame i haven't been the same man
she deserved not broken Windows
from bruised eyes jammed her head
up against the wall and missed
crashing on glass running through
the house into the bathroom
drowned her hair in the tub dumb
blond ***** mother father spanked
stupid out of my life lonely stranger left
never told me how she felt about her
son before she was gone with the wind
I've fit pieces of the past cracked shattered peacing together
the reckless child blamed himself for the arrest unrested the rest
of his strife debilitated in blessedfull unloved loved bliss forfeited
Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 4:35 PM UTC
Wuthering secrets of long past times
Forgotten romances of heartened crimes.
Christening crinkles twilling frosted echoes atop damped dervishes of your fragile mind.
Shelling out are withering bones of decaying, eternal, mindless vines.
Encasing slithery crevices eradicating dusted wintered shadowed lines.
Binding the sainted ****** where upon the shore of gloried day breaks of the lost door.
Listen to the howls of the wind--
as all of creation stirs about & about
Never the less, simply this.
To again, never to.
Driven off the cliff of insanities thrills unto the shivers of the unrested, splintered and torn.
Forevermore, oh how dreadful!
Namelessly unplaced, vacantly ashamed! Lonely and untamed, gratefully kept at bay!
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 8:22 AM UTC
Laid to rest,
stone in place,
legend chiselled
and name
and words
and such,
flowers
in place.
Laid to rest-
but not,
my son,
for us,
the memories too strong,
too recent ,
to put to sleep or rest.
Waves of it rush
against the shores of self,
digging in deep,
pushing heart
and sense aside,
raising the ghostly
images to sight.
Who spoke last?
Who conversed
in final hours?
How dark the ward.
I helped you
best I could.
Unknowing,
promised
of the morrow returning,
but then too late,
just the comatosed you
to greet, the last
drawn out day of demise.
Laid to rest,
stone in place,
words chiselled,
ashes encased,
buried, flowers,
prayers said.
You,
my son,
stoic by nature,
warrior to the core;
why does
the sun rise?
What was
it all for?
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 8:43 AM UTC
A toucan flies to rest on a thought,
Branches reaching towards my heart.
Carcasses of childhood memories filled rooms with
Doors locked from the inside.
"Evacuate the premises, nothing to see here" a sign reads
Forlorn and tainted, stitched into the side of my psyche
Graves engraved with unsaid prayers.
Is life an option, when all I feel is the weight of my
Heavy, unrested eyes?
Jeopardize my future.
**** my hopes and dreams.
Living with
Manic Depression
Never allows the reassurance of stability
Or survival within the ocean of sentiment.
Parking lots outside the windows of my soul hold drunk spirits
Quarreling under a street light, broken beer bottles as their words.
Room for one more troubled soul?
Sure, come on in, 've poured so much of myself into people and
They still see the glass as half empty.
Uncrown me of my halo and tie it like a noose around my neck.
Veiled threats of "it'll get better" and "this too shall pass"
When? There's no pill for who you are.
X marks the spot doesn't it?
Yeah, sure.
Zoos hold less animals than the inside of my head.
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 9:50 PM UTC