"unrooted" poems
Roots all are but in earth fixed
Blind,groping,for succor hungry
Aimless,embraced soiled,underground.
No longer hunger do I for mine now
History its to be rooted,death untimely,
Being rotten,eaten dryly weak,rejected
Let me be that airy tree fairy,breathing green
Spreading wings,feeding airs joyous,free,
Or a carcass dead,by mothers all deserted,
By nature connected, still life and beautiful!
Jun 6, 2013
Jun 6, 2013 at 5:12 PM UTC
the unrooted soul
who knows only wind as home
and land as its cage
Jul 23, 2023
Jul 23, 2023 at 3:28 PM UTC
“I think that I shall never see”
a tree thin as phylogeny,
looks poor, no fruits nor leaves for tea,
Yet means so much as Darwins see.
rooted, unrooted, a weird tree,
well, Nature, too, selects weirdly.
No other tree much affects me,
keeps changing my taxonomy,
splitting-lumping, lumping-splitting,
because more data keep coming.
“Poems are made by fools like” you,
but cladograms, don’t make me blue.
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 5:19 AM UTC
it's like how can I start fresh
if I can't erase
hating everything I seem to create
stray to think different
but my soul is caged
hidden under floorboards
are the ideas I make
but I feel calm and at home
in the darkness
feeling cold and lethargic
but creating art
with my fingertips
alone with the hopes and the gods
I illustrate pain
in slow and graceful strokes
tirelessly knitting an infinity scarf
cooped up in a small room
with my mouth sewn shut
I lyrically piece together scraps of
the thoughts inside my head
to write an unauthorized version
of me instead
working steady without pause
till the ink dries up
words spilling out truths
of my purest disgust
I am the artist whose painting
to begin with was fake
I am the unrooted vine that grew
despite its wilted fate
Dec 17, 2016
Dec 17, 2016 at 12:48 AM UTC
There must be a poison in your breathe
A spore that plants itself in my throat each time we talk
Enough to make a garden bloom- flowers that fill up my lungs and pop up through my eyes when I look at you
I urge to pluck the butterflies that crowd in my chest and set them free around your head, so maybe you'll understand the effect you have on me
I'll give you the bees that buzz through my mind when your hand brushes up against my own
And the tree trunks that settle in my legs when the distance between us once again grows
But this garden inside of me,
It overflows with a poison edge that stings through my body
Like tiny knives that grow on trees, digging in my skin, letting out a strangled cry with each time my eyes lock with yours
A flood washes away all the flowers in my eyes, and fall steadily down, hanging on my eyelashes until I am forced to recognize they've been unrooted
The butterflies drip down like hot wax, burning my throat and lungs until smoke begins to billow out of my mouth and strangle me
And the bees burrow into my brain, stinging as they go, filling my mind with barbed wire until it feels like my skull is not big enough to handle the mass suicide taking place in the furrows of my mind
I cry out in pain
I beg of you, why does it feel like the only thing left alive in me is my pain
But you're already gone
Leaving me to cut out the dead tree trunks that have settled in my legs
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 2:13 AM UTC
branches run like the veins
across my fair-skinned arm
much like a dead one
am I unrooted
fallen, life poured out of me
a bare conifer still breathing
life into something
someone
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 7:15 PM UTC
Apluad malcolms quiet stillness.
Unrooted like fallen timber, and now
to be a soiled waste of passion.
Mr. Flood,
Sneaky Mr. Flood,
Poured ***** in the urn.
One more drink for lifeless
thoughts. If it be the way of death.
If it be the way of death.
was it an ugly truth, Yes,
And malcolm knew how ugly it was.
All the world like a bag of oranges.
Carried in high frutose fashion.
But,
Malcolm has no say to be involved in any
more chancless pursuites. It was for the best in
his case anyways.
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 2:06 AM UTC
These thoughts flutter in my mind
Like butterflies through a field of daisies
On a hot summer afternoon in July
They warm my spirit like whiskey
But just the same they burn like fire
Tossing me around like clothes in a drier
So many words rest upon these lips
Yet not one can dance within the breeze
Choked by the fears that come so easily
I've found myself running as fast as I can
Away from the potential pain that could follow
As my heart lies heavy upon my chest
Something has blossomed inside of me
But I've left it to die like a rose in the desert
Nothing has moved me without you here
I've become stagnant, a tree in a storm
Unrooted by the gusts that carry thousands
Of pounds that are the same weight
On my shoulders through this life that I paved
I sink like an anchor into my own ocean
And graze like the calf still learning to grow
With all of this I can only find that I'm broken
Like a mirror cursing every step we take
Yet I hope that in turmoil I'll find my sun
The light that guides me to the joy that is Love
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 9:54 PM UTC
1.
(Short quote)
I have legs,I wanna fly..
I don't have wings..,
But I wanna try..
I can leave everything..
But not my dreams..!
2.
(Cover)
Sometimes things can change,
But you don't try..
Sometimes you weep alone..
Cause you are wry,
Sometimes your ego..
And self respect becomes greater than you..
Sometimes you take it as wrong..
Sometimes you just need to try..
Every situation and circumstances..
Can be overcomed..
And i will be overwhelmed..
If you say me a "Hi"..
Sometimes,you let me cry..
Cry and only cry..
For my miseries and mistakes..
Baby do you think..
I only need to die..?
Maybe You will be happy,
May that happen too..
But Till I am alive..,
I wanted to saw your charms and beauty.
The beauty which was ever mine..,
Even you didn't admit,I knew all that..
I don't know what happened and how.!
A STORMY WIND CAME AND BLEW THE ALL..! But still,sometimes when I am on the weed,everything slows down..and when I am sinking,I see a spark..far away. I don't if it's hope. But,I know..Even if it is..you'll never Recognise it.
(It's caption) :-
Say that you love me..,
Say that you miss me..,
Say what you feel..
Say you'll **** me..
For my habits,and my mistakes..
Say that you'll slap me hard,
When you meet me..
Say that I look ugly..
Say that you'll be mine..
Say whatever it is,
It will be fine.
Say at least anything,
And I will be okay.
If you won't how will I know.
I have listened a lot by your eyes,
But you said I was wrong.
How can I be wrong again.
3.
I still remember how you had disrupted my silence..
I remember,how you had torn the papers of my copy,when we had a quarrel,
I remember,how I had cut my hand,
I remember,how you had plucked a flower.
Still remember,you used to unrooted the grass,to throw on me.
When we sat together,in the ground.
Ouch,still remember how you had bite my fingers..
When you were eating out of my hand.
I remember,how you broke the phone,
And how you smashed the bottles,
I still remember,how you had broken the flower ***
And was still laughing.
I remember,how you fell by dad's bike,
And had broken the pass lights,
And i lied to him.,I had lost control.
I remember,how you cracked the IIT,
I remember,how you was on infinity.
I remember,how I had become less for U.
I remember,how you had come home..
And said me to treat as a friend.
I remember,how you had said to "forget you",
And termed my love as **** .
I remember,how calmly you broke it,
And how harshly it made the sound.
I remember,how I had been numb.
Hadn't eaten by weeks,
How pointlessly i passed the streets.
4.
I miss you in the darkness,
I miss you in the light.
I miss you being missen,
When i was high.
I miss you on the question-
"Why i am shy"..?
What's wrong with me,
If i also loved you.
I miss your laughters and,
Well,laughing really hard. .
How hard you have been .?
Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 6:12 AM UTC
I built a garden in my chest
with things you never said—
planted hopes in rows of maybes,
where your silence softly spread.
I watered it with almosts,
trimmed the silence like vines,
taught the leaves to chase the light
you never said was mine.
But nothing real grew—
just a heart dressed up as soil,
soft enough to cradle you,
but never meant to spoil.
You were the seed that never stayed,
the wind that kissed, then flew.
And I — the ground where you once rested,
but never rooted you.
Jul 7, 2025
Jul 7, 2025 at 1:48 AM UTC
Spent an eternity living a lie
Trapped down the feeling
Buried it deep inside
And there it grew, this trouble truth
Watered by the pain
Nurtured by the abuse
Thought one day
It might just die
With one last blow
Maybe one last cry
Never unrooted, this trouble seed
Until the deed conceived
Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 10:52 PM UTC