"unrivaled" poems
They say that over time, it dissipates -
it will drain from you, evaporate like smoke.
It will descend upon you, destroy you;
but will soon release you, and fade.
But with time it instead grows stronger,
demanding to be felt.
It knocks on the doors of my soul,
its urgency to be let inside unrelenting and ruthless.
Like an unpredictable storm, it lands and ravages,
leaving just fragments of a heart already rebuilt.
What is gone is the will;
the resiliency dulled, the courage spent.
It's a deep-rooted **** an unrivaled opponent;
It's a malevolent fire that refuses to be smothered.
The Hurt:
a wound that permeates, and remains.
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 10:33 PM UTC
Let me thrive
In the flames of my unrivaled passion,
Lest I perish in the void of remorse.
Let me die in my journey if I must,
For I may die a thousand deaths if I should surrender!
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 6:06 AM UTC
Don't ever ask me what am I, an ancient story
of a battle lost to remain in the realm of the sublime,
unmitigated grief that visits, again and again,
reminding the journey of pain though galaxies,
far of yore to the days of present.
In a moments of desperation I discover the bard,it could
be rather told thus, he meets me at last, as was his wont
Bard, celestial lover, before my eyes you appear thus:
I see you holding in your hands a magic lyre, so rare.
that goes on strumming non- stop, to bring birds, the tunes,
that lives in far parts of the universe,even unknown to most,
they do vary,have colored feathers;memories living in
different layers of my consciousness,always buzzing like a beehive.
I am the single, magic , potent, word, a mantra
that in it's kernel carries the , seeds of eternal, "I am that"
I hear the speakings of the words,that brings to life
experiences of different kinds,on their beaks some one
carries ripe fruits, the result of long days of sweat and tears.
Each fruit has a flavor distinct,each word carries a seed
that will grow to be a mighty tree,many birds would roost.
Bard you are a wonder,tying past and future with one string
of a lyre converging in the heart beat of the ebullient present,
you easily transcend the three, and every other dimension
of time that mingles in your heady brew,unrivaled it stands.
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 11:00 AM UTC
Oh my Cassiopeia
My queen; queen of Aethiopeia
Yours is an unrivaled beauty
No one can complain about your vanity
You love me
I love you more
Cepheus your king, how I wish I would be
To be with you forever and sit beside your throne
No, I'm not Cepheus; he probably is yet to come
I wish I'm your Cepheus, but I'm not even an Adam
But I can be your Cepheus if you let me, yes I can
Though I can't see your constellation from where I am
You can boss me around
Toss and turn me upside down
You can throw tantrums, those I won't mind
Forget being king, I'll be fine as your servant
You're a constellation, still I'll make a wish
Can I wish forever? No? Then let me love you at least
Let our love blossom, 'til my last breath vanish
Maybe I'll also become a constellation next to you, like what happened to Ray and Evangeline
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 2:53 AM UTC
The sensual curved line on the bed
perfect.
The eyes: burning, red, leaking for reason unknown.
Private room for me and you.
Darkness quenching the need to hide the
lustrous actions ensued.
Accept your fate, useless strumpet, unrivaled *****
Your garden grows quickly out of control.
Weeds in your rose bush, fence weighed down by
inherent overgrowth
of emotion:
fervor, passion.
A kiss.
The last sweetness of
your lips
that will ever be given
or gotten.
Death.
A sweet relief for the world
from you,
Desdemona.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 1:05 PM UTC
_[northern hemisphere: on a beach above the 50th latitude at the end of winter]_
_(Winter-export)_, the beach frosted by fingers of polar constellations. It’s too cold to walk without huddling, but we do it nonetheless, because we only have one more night together. Your frothy hydro-rhythm spears into pith, irradiance; I breathe again, deeply. _(Thick lips; quick still-hunt.)_ I rivet fronds of dependence into the seams of your boreal palms, never planning to return the floating colony of barnacles I promised I’d throw back; you, never planning to catch the sun bored through salt spray, clasping crisp foreheads, stitching on glistered lips and froze-shut lashes. And on a day when you didn’t rise early enough, I was left out in the water until my chest was steeped deep in ice over the thought of losing you. _(Glimmering isle)_; my hair disheveled in sea-foam. Annular light. You pushed me in, and I relented. My isotherm sent chthonically. But you, in your legendary mantle, adapted my eyes to see the light hidden deep within your belt; such pinks and fuchsias I have never seen before, suddenly inverted. At absolute velocity, I cut my foot on sea-glass, bleeding blueshift, aligning to the colours of the zenith. You take me back to the starry house and we struggle with your parallax, a nadir inseminated on the celestial pole. _(Parsecs quaking.)_ You whisper, I’ll heal you. I’ll heal you, only if you let me. Only if… you let me… Over and over and over until it’s as mundane as the crashing coast, and unrivaled, I concede to everything and wake up deep in redshift, the whole universe escaping, warmth-ribbons suffocating the abyss: without you, alone on the ecliptic at last. In the spring-sinking, you order me a silver sword, sharp in starlight; to remember you. You stand a guardian, beyond the sun, flinging tiny ice-hot rocks _(freighting gemstones)_; King of the Heavens. I submerge myself into the bathic depths, skulking in aestival despair, as you trade the night for day. Little do you know, my resurgence is also in your hands.
_[i watched Orion slip from view every night this spring. No doubt he’ll return next winter... it’s sad losing a friend like that, for so long]_
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 3:07 AM UTC
The stars glare at me
As I lie awake on my bed,
Imagining constellations on my ceiling
Truth be told,
I imagine I am gazing up at them,
But they are too stubborn
They wouldn't listen if I told them
Their twinkle in the night sky
Looked like a sparkling waterfall
Their loyalty to the night
Is unrivaled in the universe
Their blazing bodies
Bring light in the darkness
Their presence every night
Gives me ease and I sleep well
Nibbling on the corner of
A fluffy planetary nebula,
Swimming with a cluster
Of dreaming asteroids
I imagine all these things
Happening above my head
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 11:05 PM UTC
Would never give you up for all the money in the world
You mean more to me than gold, diamonds and pearls
Your love is intoxicating
Will bask forever in it
Your beauty is unrivaled
Will never stray from it
Your kisses are like drops of heaven
God knew what he was doing when he made you
You are my goodluck charm so to you, I will forever stay true
Like a white rose in a sea of red
You are my inspiration, my muse, that sweet little voice in my head
You are so many things and so much more
I will spend my life loving you because
Everyday I Love You even more
My one true Love.
Sep 16, 2010
Sep 16, 2010 at 6:11 AM UTC
And I suppose that it is funny,
in a macabre sort of way
how we all forget the tale of Prometheus.
He who thought to bring gods level with men,
with a simple gift.
Yet his gift was one with no equal.
He gave mankind fire, that in turn gave us life,
and with life comes love, compassion, humanity.
But what did he recieve in return?
Thanks to his act of love
for his adopted progeny,
Prometheus was chained to a rock, destined
to die once every day.
His instestines,
set to be disgested by an eagle once a day.
His pain unrivaled,
for his original sin shed
light on our existence.
And for this, we write no songs,
we hold dear no poems,
we hallow no ground.
His flames gave birth to us,
and here we are,
choking on our own arrogance and hate.
So I suppose, that
in a sense Prometheus was the first nice guy,
who finished last.
Because being the Prometheus,
means there shall be no songs sung of you,
no poems written for you,
and you will be eclipsed by others.
Your deeds will go unloved,
your accolades will go unnoticed.
The world is a mean place,
and however cruel it is,
sometimes being and doing right
gets you nowhere.
Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 10:17 PM UTC
She is like a flower
One that begins to blossom
At the commencement of spring
I want to love her
Shower her with affection
Nurture her with laughter
Make her shine like the sun
She is the most beautiful
As she blooms in the midst
Of our love
She is so graceful
The way she opens her heart up to me
As if she were flower petals
Soaking up every bit
Of every spring day
She is like a flower
Yet she is something different entirely
Something more
Something like I've never seen before
Her beauty goes unrivaled
Her authenticity and her passion
Are of something I've never witnessed before
She's the greatest I've known
Her love is something I cherish
Her soul, her heart, is like a bouquet of perfection and beauty
One of a kind
I'm so happy she's mine
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 7:36 AM UTC
I dreamt of a field of flowers
Where white crosses are planted
Families still together
Content with life
Genuine grins covering faces
I dreamt of full bellies
On the dark continent
Soccer ***** rolling between feet
Of children who also dream
Of lives as happy as theirs
I dreamt of fresh air
And clean water and growing forests
The cleanliness of nature unrivaled
As animals mingled around the watering hole
Roaming freely with homes
But I awoke and saw war
Fires melting the lives of millions
Dropping bombshells of grief
Destroying homes from within
And children dead or weeping
I awoke and saw despair
Fat bellied greed hogs
Rollin in muddy money pits
While babies died without food
And an entire land stripped and sold
I awoke amd saw nothing
But smoke stacks emitting poison
And the homes of the forest creatures
Being carried into lumber mills
And brown water filling drinking glasses
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 1:44 AM UTC
There would be no way
To determine it's course
Unshackled
Love, be it called
Screaming without a motive
Dripping in tears
Unrivaled in fear
Underfoot lies hate
Decaying in self deprecating
Beauty
A book
So misjudged
By it's cover
Glorious, and oh
So glorious love
To be set upon
By flights of fancy
Gold, lace and all
To be a spectacle
A beacon of the triumph
Of good over evil
Light over dark
Yin over Yang
Yang over Yin?
Silly ponderous mind
Queer that one
Would meander
Outside the box
Do not forget that poetry
Is only here to
Accommodate your
Flair
Perhaps I
Am the box
To think
Of boxes
Perfect little squares
Perfect exhibits
Of a mistrial
To wander
Look away
To see
To think of subjection
To think...
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 4:28 PM UTC
Stroll through the vast fields
Where the sun's evanescent rays shine still,
Where the wind whispers a sweet melody
To the graceful willows,
To a place where wildflowers dance
Silently amongst the golden barley,
Further still, to where the humble oaks
Survey the land below with unrivaled wisdom,
Forge through the gentle sea,
until the crisp breeze of spring carries you away.
-E.M.
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 9:55 PM UTC
“My brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness.”
– Virginia Woolf, Selected Letters
Reading Virginia,
as if I understand her morals.
“Do not,” She has written.
Analyzing Woolf,
“One cannot think well,” she says.
my tongue is dry of new air, to “…love well…”
“…sleep well…” – Nightmares mostly,
leftover sleep and a dew of overdue promises
evaporating off my lips, purging with blood.
She ended, “…if one has not dined well.”
I began: “Do Not Speak to me about Hunger;
Speak to me about War.”
Here I stay: barefooted in between
airport tile floors – they tell me,
Gritting my teeth to the dreams,
forbidden desire and will to shining silver linings.
The cruelty, unrivaled, taking parts of a dream,
leaving most to die, but she’s hungry,
they told her the war’s over, but she won’t heel,
filling a God-sized with infused useless poetry madness.
- Emilyn Nguyen
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 1:41 AM UTC
*Blessings upon you child of the rain
Who walks so freely beneath the clouds
How your life is filled with a freedom of heart
And a clarity of mind, which is unrivaled by
Even the most ill motivated and questioning eyes
Blessed are you
Because you understand the collective side
And the joy which can be found inside
When all around you is pouring down
And falling out
When so many others are hurrying up and scurrying about
Just to curse the sound
Of the falling rain
It is you alone who are not afraid
Of stepping out, and soaking yourself
Be it skin and bone, one and the same
How you welcome the storm without concern
And dance and sing without reserve
Amidst the downpour of the rain
Like a child who was never taught
Or even told to try and abstain
From such innocent things
For you are alive and always well
Within this, the present moment
Most endlessly and without restraint
How you throw your arms around the sky
Most lovingly each time it cries
To comfort it
To hug the storm without remorse
And to appreciate the summer’s day
For what it is, devoid of heat
Oh childlike, child of the rain
It’s because of you and your carefree ways
That I wish the storm could ever stay
And perhaps one day
That we two could play
Right here alongside, within the rain*
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 2:46 AM UTC
Meaningless is the introspection
of a solitary lover
with a succubus to impress
just to fail like all the rest.
Greedy are the handouts
of a body borne charity
satiation of the poor
without knowledge of her lore.
Osmosis to attention
she commands the lustful gaze
radiating an appetite unrivaled
a raging libido with no title.
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 12:07 AM UTC
Music made from you,
With your voice,
Your instruments,
Are unrivaled.
Exquisite notes flow effortlessly,
Entrancing women,
To descent deeper,
And deeper in love.
Your composition style,
Is a gift inherited.
It can not be acquired.
You told me your
Ingenious father showed you
All that you know.
The casual way,
You beguiled me with
Your music, making me
Feel heaven bound.
My heart was your instrument,
Manipulating and conquering it.
Lies were your notes,
Enchanting them to
Appear truthful.
My mind the foolish audience,
Awaiting an encore,
One performance was
Never good enough.
You continuously performed,
Yet I continuously stayed.
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 6:47 PM UTC
A marsh lay undisturbed for tranquil days
to shelter gentle skin of diamond back
awake and warm by grasping, beating rays,
but chaos brews away from well worn track.
The travel cheer nears cautionary tail
which quickly starts to rattle, thrash, and quake;
Step back: a warning of the speedy scale
developing to thunder, poised to take.
Arise pure death to strike unrivaled force
with unforgiving scythe: the silver fang.
Spring liquid gold to flow and run your course
compelling life to fade away, to hang.
However final darkness may have seemed
now atrophy consumes all hoped and dreamed.
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 3:59 PM UTC
Berlin
Lets me be
Have it all
And agrees
Granting
All my quirks
All bits of me;
Berlin
Trains me
Inspirits my soul
To be loyal
Become faithful
To my
Nature.
The pace
Sets the tone
The hours
Are long
I am one
At extremes
And I am
Prime
in Berlin.
Every street
Has a story
Each corner
Its deep music
I leave my own trace
This unrivaled city
I embrace
Here, I belong, Berlin
Morning till dawn.
Nov 12, 2012
Nov 12, 2012 at 7:54 AM UTC
The rain falls like tears,
slow and steady.
These clouds loom overhead.
I can see the light fighting to peak from behind....
There is a gentle release.
The rain is washing the world,
as these tears wash the soul,
leaving a crisp luminosity.
Tender with the reflection
of the areas the light fails to reach.
The area where they meet,
the light and the rain,
the smile and the tears...
Reveals a rainbow.
A spectrum of emotion and color-
with no reachable end.
So beautiful, so touching.
Human nature.
Humanity, and nature.
Complex reflections of one another.
Unending uncertainty,
and unrivaled relentlessness
shows unparalleled misunderstanding.
May 31, 2013
May 31, 2013 at 9:24 PM UTC
The aspects of the Spirit
Have been compared to fruit
They're like jewels
within our crown
Brought up from the root
Of the Vine of Jesus
With the grapes so sweet.
Love is like a diamond
The priceless Kohinoor
It's matchless worth & loveliness
Eternally endure!
Joy is a fiery opal
Sparkling it whets
The fire in our spirit man
Reflecting sparking depths!
Peace is bluest sapphire
Pacific and serene
Imagine a perfection
As it Subtly gleams!
Patience is a virtue
The largest perfect pearl
It has sand within it
Yet gives grace to
all the world!
Kindness is a topaz
Unrivaled in Its warmth
It invites you to lie down
By its amber hearth.
Goodness is an emerald
The finest ever seen!
It shares its wealth
with all who need
So it stays ever green!
Humility is a chancery
Like the moon it glows
It is beautiful and so rare
Yet pride it never shows!
Faithfulness is turquoise
Persian and SO rare
It believes and it receives
Blessings not yet there!
Meekness is a beryl
Strong as Samson's arm!
It could break mountains in two
And yet it does no harm.
Long-suffering a ruby
It triumphs pain with good.
It's cut into a perfect heart ❤
Red as Jesus's blood.
Love and our Long-suffering
Are bookends bright and tall.
They keep all the rest in place
Yes... they keep them ALL.
SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
2022
Apr 11, 2022
Apr 11, 2022 at 5:33 AM UTC
once upon a time, you were every story in my head. you were fantasies woven during day and prose written at 3AM. i saw so much poetry in you, in everything you did. that was a sure sign that i felt something for you, that my love ran deeper than plain infatuation and crushing.
i wrote about how your smile could light up the darkest of days; my sunshine, my flashlight. i wrote about how beautiful i thought the callouses on your hands were, i wrote about how your flaws were never imperfections to me. i wrote about the lyrics you remind me of. i wrote your name in cursive on the back of my hand along with words of promise and endearment. i scribbled you through the margins of my notebook with poetry and song.
but oh, it wasn’t all just fairy dust and wanderlust.
my pen bled ugly words, rage and heartbreak and jealousy. prose after prose of how you’d leave me in the rain, how you always made me feel like i was either too much or not enough. they were angry taps to the keyboard. pens tearing in to paper. the horrors of them made e.e cummings turn in his grave, the curses of young love would have made shakespeare proud.
you knew about that. you knew about how i meticulously wove words together for you, words that would have made other people fall in love. and not once did you appreciate them; you threw aside my gifts of poetry and prose like they weren’t about you. like they didn’t mean a thing.
if you read them, you would’ve seen how much i adored you. if you read them, you would’ve recognized a love so unprecedented, unrivaled, untouchable. but you didn’t. you never got past the first stanza, the first paragraph, the first three words before giving me a half-hearted thanks and changing the topic.
and so i started to write about you less. my words began to lose it’s substance, my phrases got shorter, my metaphors making less sense. and you didn’t notice. you never noticed how you slowly faded from the thing the one thing that mattered more to me than anything in the whole world.
you faded, then you were gone completely.
i no longer write about you. wait, no, that’s a lie: i no longer want to write about you. i hope this is the last time i do, the last set of words i’d dare to pull together for you. you don’t deserve to know how i feel about you, you don’t deserve my poems or my words anymore. god knows my words are all i have, and i can’t love you if you don’t learn to love them. i’m sorry; call it selfish, or unfair. but these words, these words, my words. how can i write about you if you don’t– if you never– valued the best gift i had to offer?
you’re now just some left-over papers that i keep under my bed, one day to open and read with tinges of nostalgia, but never to re-write again.
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 3:04 AM UTC
In bed I look at you
Wonder how you’re mine
Unrivaled magnificence
Support you always provide
I always feel at home cause
You’re soft like winter when the snow falls down
Gentle like the warmth, your
touch excites me it electrify, the
love gives me life.
Press upon my skin, your
cuddles brings me hope, love
you from the outside-in
Dear love you have
always been gracious
addictive bad habit of my love
fire and desire
in every way you are.
And all night I want to show you
and all night I’ll give you more
fire & desire
in every way you are.
Dec 7, 2022
Dec 7, 2022 at 12:49 AM UTC
There was a time...
The first rhyme
You ever read to me
That time when I,
Once unappreciative,
But that night...
Fell in love with it.
You recited your hurt like art,
A delicate voice,
But with trembling heart.
During those early days of early love.
I always wanted to read along as you read aloud.
And I would've died to be the page you'd slaved upon.
Tears, blood, passion unrivaled like a daring dawn
That fights the night till the day is gone.
Perhaps it was to feel connected to you,
But I began to write my stories too.
I threaded them together painstakingly,
Usually in the lonesome limbos I felt achingly,
Anxiously,
And it took so long to share myself with you.
Did you know you were the first to ever see them?
You always thought I was beautiful.
Once again, you encouraged the fire free.
And this isn't the only sea
You've taught me to sail.
Now I place my work here
With the sheer raw emotion I so dearly make clear.
It is one of the few things I've made mine.
I never said I had talent, but at least I can rhyme!
And now?
Now I write for me.
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 10:24 PM UTC