"unsafety" poems
I feel the crack of the dead leaves underneath my feet
reminding me I stay wondering around this dead place
once upon a time this was an oasis, once upon a time it was colourful
now it is all dead, storms more violent than the ones in my head
I guess I feel comfortable here, I imagine there's nothing to fear
make friends with the bloodthirsty, prove to myself I am unworthy
of anything better than this bitter taste
deserve anything better than this polluted waste
I swim in the chaos, I dive into the unhealthy
goodness is too overwhelming
Feb 23, 2022
Feb 23, 2022 at 12:03 PM UTC
I searched for you in the alley of conversations.
In the backyard of a smile.
Between the walls of simplicity.
I searched for you in the corners of affection.
In the garden of butterflies.
In the unsafety of my dreams.
I searched for supernatural, divine encounters.
For beating hearts and shaky voices
For mindblowing realities.
I searched for God in a man.
Instead I found sincerity
I found differences
I found fear and jealousy
I found mistakes
I found acceptance
I found human.
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 6:07 PM UTC
Dark, cold, and still lit up; The night awakens as the sun goes down,
Walking on the sidewalk, looking at the stars,
A wish I have deep inside, while watching the rush of city cars,
The world itself makes my problems seems so insignificant,
The calm quietness takes over my body,
I'm still and silent, closing my eyes and hearing the sounds,
The breeze, drifting by as the water by the lake peers in close,
The constant rush of water, upon a roaring rock,
The fog-horn is clear, the sirens are near,
The people yelling, the screaming, the anger built in,
The honking, the fights, the gun-shots at night,
The murders, the horror, and the unsafety outside,
Once we take a walk at night, we fear death come by,
The inability to calmly live life,
How calm it once was, in split seconds died out?
Being able to live a peaceful life without the fear of dying,
Without gossiping; without deception and lying,
Oh what a wonderful world that would be.
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 6:19 PM UTC
It's not real to you
but it's real to me
this feeling of unsafety
there is something in me
I can not tell
No wait!
I can
It's my own living hell
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 1:31 AM UTC
The realisation that this violent red came up in me, that it had put itself out there, against my peaceful blue
hidden underneath my skin I thought, but once this/the disconnection came up, this unsafety, the red escaped
and in an instant, alien became less distant, fluid in my daily countenance. How I've always assumed you
were the rock and I the water, how it turned out to be still and all. Me fully capable of standing my stones
in the fluidity of waves, in this life of ebbs & flows. And even while I peak over the cliff edge, with the wind
in my face, drawn into depth & distance - I know the cracks of then and the hills of now will become a passage,
a progress through the fragments I breathe, for the joy I feel. You went along to trust my inner world, while
you wouldn't anyway. So I decided to wend my place that provides me to dream up and survive nonetheless.
Once your heart has jumped out of your body, the rivers & tides will smooth over. Structured daydreaming will bring
out the bright, fresh morning I need to scare off the ghosts of my lost night, a subverted realism to coast through a
clear consciousness over some guilt and uneasy vulnerableness. What's done, is done. True. Imagine that.
May 7, 2020
May 7, 2020 at 11:40 AM UTC
I was gaseous infant, then liquid child, from that was born solid youth.
Now I am fragile, a crumbling adult watching it all solidifying faster than past can hold.
I am learning to know myself, but I don't want it to be so, I'd rather revert back to a liquid, free-flowing, and happy.
Gas gave me trust, but he burned it, set it all ablaze. As liquid I was free to roam as I wanted, I'd become aloof, distant, lying to myself unknowingly. He was two matters; between gas and solid, his hands warmed my structure and I'd be gas once more. Clues dashed upon variables, broken and tired from naive effort, he wasn't matter at all, though he mimicked it. He was sublimation, an anomaly in love with itself.
When I learned to stay as liquid, my gases coalesced around objects I could reach. Constants amidst a frequency of unknowables, I'd feel more than see. School, it was a warm place, there I could remain as liquid wanted to be, free and uncontained. Filling in what I was given, I latched onto any chance to forget the coming fear. Drops of that prior state dribbled as I left one safeness to the next unsafety.
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 1:57 AM UTC
Outcomes used to rule,
inconvenience smiled,
they reconciled in the unsafety
of a pool, used me as a tool.
Eager, desperate for compatible
masses, as time passes
in this changing state.
Games, denied of their existence,
yet with undoubtable resistance
against persistence took away
the passion solely based in joy.
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 6:16 PM UTC