"unsay" poems
*gusto pud nako mafeel ang nafeel sa ubang baye.
kana bang panguyaban ka,
tapos isayaw ka sa laki sa tunga sa mga tawo,
haranahon sa balay, tagaan og bulak, magholding hands sa plaza, kantahan, ignan og pick-up lines, og uban pa.
kanang bang pakiligon ka niya.
gusto nako mafeel kung unsay feeling na naay nagmahal nimo.
pero unsaon man nako?
na ako usa ra man ka pobreng bayot
og maot pagyud
dili man ko usa ka baye
usahay makapangutana ko nganong wala pa man ko himoang baye sa ginoo?
muingon sila na ang yawa daw gahimo sa akoa
pero wala man nako gigusto na maning-ani ko.
manghinaot unta ko na naay mahigugma kanako pero kabalo ko nga wala*
hinaot unta na naa kay ako usa ra ka tawo nga nanginahanglan pud og gugma
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 8:55 AM UTC
Unom ka bulan na ang nilabay
Sa unang pag wave nako sa imo ug pag HI
Akong kasakit, kagool, ug kalaay
Napulihan sa ngisi, pagkakita nako sa imong reply
Nakahinomdom pako sa una
Moving on ko; naay nagparamdam sa imoha
Abi jud nako ug kamo nang duha
Apan sa dihang gi-ghosting ra diay ka niya.
Mao to, niulpot akong kasingkasing sa kalipay
Paramdam dayon ko, wala nako nagdugay-dugay
Nagahamdom na mapansapin nimo ko bisan gamay
Ikaw naman gud ang gipangita sa akong kasingkasing kanunay
Dalawampu, baynti, o twenty
Bisan paman ug unsay tawag nato niini
Para sa ako adlaw ni na naay dakong bili
Sa atoang panaghinigalaay, mao ni atong monthsary.
Karon, boot nako isulti sa imoha pag usab
Na ako, dili magbag-o sa akong mga saad
Dili teka biyaan, tinood ni walay sagol ilad
Ubanan teka ug dili nako buhian ang imong mga palad.
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 8:05 AM UTC
Ngano kaha gihigugma gihapon tika
masking nawala na imong paghigugma sa akoa?
Ngano kaha gipangga gihapon tika masking wala na ka ganahi sa atoa?
Ngano kaha gahandum gihapon ko nga ikaw ug ako gihapon
masking ako nalang ang gapugong sa kung unsay naa ta?
Ngano kaha ikaw ug ikaw gihapon ang pirminte naa sa akong huna huna
masking kabalo kong dili na ako ang naa sa imuha?
Ngano kaha gagunit gihapon ko sa imong saad na ako ra
Masking kabalo kong naa nakay lain na mas angay muhigugma sa imuha?
Siguro ingon ani lang gyud ko mahigugma
Higugmaon gihapon tika masking sakit na kaayo para sa akoa
Siguro ingon ani lang gyud ang gugma
Sakit pero nahigugma raman ko nimo masking ikaw wa na nahigugma sa akoa
Kabalo kong walay taong bogo pero andam ko mabogo kung ang kapuli kay pagpabilin nimo sa akoa
Pero ug kalipay gyud nimo ang mubiya na
Andam nakong mubuhi sa atoa
Andam nakong buhian ka ug ihatag sa iya
Andam nakong ako nalang ug wa nay kita
Kay tungod ingon ana kadako akong paghigugma sa imuha
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 4:48 AM UTC
PARNELL'S FUNERAL
UNDER the Great Comedian's tomb the crowd.
A bundle of tempestuous cloud is blown
About the sky; where that is clear of cloud
Brightness remains; a brighter star shoots down;
What shudders run through all that animal blood?
What is this sacrifice? Can someone there
Recall the Cretan barb that pierced a star?
Rich foliage that the starlight glittered through,
A frenzied crowd, and where the branches sprang
A beautiful seated boy; a sacred bow;
A woman, and an arrow on a string;
A pierced boy, image of a star laid low.
That woman, the Great Mother imaging,
Cut out his heart. Some master of design
Stamped boy and tree upon Sicilian coin.
An age is the reversal of an age:
When strangers murdered Emmet, Fitzgerald, Tone,
We lived like men that watch a painted stage.
What matter for the scene, the scene once gone:
It had not touched our lives. But popular rage,
Hysterica passio dragged this quarry down.
None shared our guilt; nor did we play a part
Upon a painted stage when we devoured his heart.
Come, fix upon me that accusing eye.
I thirst for accusation. All that was sung.
All that was said in Ireland is a lie
Bred out of the c-ontagion of the throng,
Saving the rhyme rats hear before they die.
Leave nothing but the nothingS that belong
To this bare soul, let all men judge that can
Whether it be an animal or a man.
The rest I pass, one sentence I unsay.
Had de Valera eaten parnell's heart
No loose-lipped demagogue had won the day.
No civil rancour torn the land apart.
Had Cosgrave eaten parnell's heart, the land's
Imagination had been satisfied,
Or lacking that, government in such hands.
O'Higgins its sole statesman had not died.
Had even O'Duffy -- but I name no more --
Their school a crowd, his master solitude;
Through Jonathan Swift's clark grove he passed, and there
plucked bitter wisdom that enriched his blood.
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I hope nga sama sa coke og tubig,
Piliion mo ako nga tubig,
Dili man tam.is ug lamion,
Basta bisag unsay mahitabo,
dle ka pwedeng mo dle nako,
Kay ako nga tubig makaayo ug makatambal,
Di lang sa tutunlan asta pod sa imong kauhaw,
Kauhaw sa gugma ug pagamoma.
Dili sama sa soft drinks,
Nga imong pilion ug pangitaon,
Kung ikaw makakaon ug lamion pero bidli na pagkaon,
Apan ikaw maga duhaduha,
Basta ang lawas may gipamati na,
Mga sakit ug balatian nga tandgunon,
Sa gugma, mao ni sila ang atong mga hinigugma kaniadto,
Mas gipili ang kalami sa karon,
Wala ga lantaw sa possibling sakit,
Sakit nga maabot ig mata sa kaugmaon,
Maong unta ako nga tubig imong pilion,
Bisag dle tam.is ug lamion,
Mahimo mo man sad ako nga gamiton,
Sa imong pag hunad ug paglimpyo ,
Sa mga preskong samad sa imong kagahapon,
Isaad kong dughan mo pagahugasan,
Pad.on ang tanang kasakit ug kabalaka,
Dughan mo panggaon, higugmaon ug paga ampingan,
Mga kasakit kong alid.an ug pagpangga ug paghigugma,
Maong ako nga tubig intawn pagapilia.
Tubig man ko para kanila,
Labaw pa ni sa soft drinks ang katam.is kung mahigugma.
Unta inday kong shiela pilia
Kining
Tubig ko nga paghigugma
Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 2:05 PM UTC
kay naipamulong mo naman,
nga ang atong gugma hantud dinhi nalang gyud taman,
ug diri na gyud siguro mahuman,
pastilan pag-kailara nako sa imong "gugmang walay katapusan",
Usahay magkatawa ko nga ako ra usa,
Maghinumdom samga saad mo nga ikaw ug ako ra,
hangtud sa katapusan ug wala na gyud lain pa,
apan karun asa naman tika pangitaa?
nganung ania napod ko karun nag inusara,
sa matag gabii magahilak,
nga daw bata nga bag.ong anak,
pero wala kay madungog nga kasaba,
tungod kay ng kining kasing kasing ang gahilak,
dapat nalang gyud nakong dawaton ang kamatooran,
nga dili gyud kita ang ginapili nga magdayon ug mag uban,
hangtud sa katapusan,
sakit nga pamation ug pamaladungon,
nga ato lang gisayangan ang mga hinaguan
dili ba nga ikaw bisan unsay mahitabo
dili man gyud unta kita dapat nga magkalagyo
nisaad paka nga muabot gyud lagi kita ug anibersaryo?
dili ba nga ikaw sa ginoo akoa man nga gipangayo
pero karun nganung ang pagbiya na kanako mao naman ang imohang hangyo,
nagtuo pa ako nga ang gugma nimo kanako bulontaryo ug dili lang diliryo,
mga gibati ko karun ga sagul sagol, adunay kalipay ,
kasakit ug naapoy kaguol,,
pero bisan kausa wala ako gabagulbol ug gabasol,
siguro sakto na ang gamay nga higayon na ikaw sa kinabuhi ko nagpaduol,
buhian ko naba ang tanan natong gihuptan?
kalimtan naba tika ug dili na gyud hisgutan?
dawaton nalang ba nako nga kanimo dili gyud ko angayan?
imo naba akong biyaan tungod lang kay naa ako'y apan?
o naana bakay lain napili ug imoha nako nga ilisdan?
magkita nalang siguro ug balik didto na sa ikaduhang kalibutan,
isaad ko nga dili ug dili tika hikalimtan
didto sa ikaduhang kalibutan ikaw akoa nga atangan.
kay didto ang gugma nato wala nay katapusan
Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 2:57 PM UTC
You no longer cross my mind
I burned that bridge.
You took the wrong hand
and left.
This time my tears became mathematical, as I watched you walk away they drew 11 on my cheeks.
I knew this time you weren't coming back so like dividing a 7 with 3, I remained here.
Thinking about you, thinking about us
Thinking about that last day you came into my room and we ****** i mean it felt so real
I miss U
like I am reciting alphabets and skipped the 21th letter.
I miss you
What 4?
Like I was counting 1 2 3 5 and forgot a numeral.
May my feelings for you Rest In Peace, like our relationship was a funeral.
You were my Hat I couldn't get you off my head,
but now the sun is set, I don't need sun rays protection.
Like a lawyer can I make an objection,
You used to be my babe
now you're my 24th alphabet
X.
Like excuse me, did I date you? What was I thinking
Like Ex Curse you, I Hat you now get off my head.
I gave you my heart but you took my soul too,
Satan.
I gave you my Hut but you thought you were so High Class so You couldn't Stay.
I called you Rihanna, but you didn't Stay.
Just because I begged you not to leave, you thought I was a street kid
so like choosing not to go to the right direction you left me Standing there on the streets.
Now like a comrade who went exile can you please comeback and UNSAY you love
Comeback and UNHUG me
Comeback and UNKISS me
Comeback and UNLAY next to me on this bed
UNLAUGH at my jokes.
UNSMILE at me.
I want you to UNREAD that letter I wrote you
Comeback I want to UNTOUCH you
and UNMAKE love to you.
Unlove Me.
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 11:47 AM UTC
There is a period of time
Immediately proceeding a conversation you had
Where you shared, what you are sure in retrospect,
Was too much
And when they go its nearly silent
Aside from the car engine
Your ears are on fire
On one hand you’re glad you said it
On the other hand
You wish to rewind
And unsay the things you did.
Reverse and greedily fill your arms with all the
Pieces of yourself you’d given away freely.
They’re yours and they don’t own them.
But like a dusty collection of spoons,
From all fifty states,
You know that you have no use
Harboring those thoughts.
Maybe they will somehow affect that person
And help them when they’re feeling down
But you doubt it.
They won’t fully understand,
Because you’re a bad story teller
Who can’t describe the feeling of the sun
On the tops of your legs and interpolated
Between your toes.
And you're selfish and don’t care
You feel incomplete now and hope
That maybe, just maybe
They weren’t even listening to you ramble
Or couldn’t understand you
Or cast the little wads of memories away
Like pencil shavings
Which are fun for a little under an hour.
And you’ve almost convinced yourself
Until you see them, and they see you
And open their mouth to say something-
And like some horror movie
The secrets come swarming.
Oct 6, 2012
Oct 6, 2012 at 11:04 PM UTC
'The beggar boy is none of mine,'
The reverend doctor strangely said;
'I do not walk the streets to pour
Chance benedictions on his head.
'And heaven I thank who made me so.
That toying with my own dear child,
I think not on _his_ shivering limbs,
_His_ manners vagabond and wild.'
Good friend, unsay that graceless word!
I am a mother crowned with joy,
And yet I feel a ***** pang
To pass the little starveling boy.
His aching flesh, his fevered eyes
His piteous stomach, craving meat;
His features, nipt of tenderness,
And most, his little frozen feet.
Oft, by my fireside's ruddy glow,
I think, how in some noisome den,
Bred up with curses and with blows,
He lives unblest of gods or men.
I cannot ****** him from his fate,
The tribute of my doubting mind
Drops, torch-like, in the abyss of ill,
That skirts the ways of humankind.
But, as my heart's desire would leap
To help him, recognized of none,
I thank the God who left him this,
For many a precious right foregone.
My mother, whom I scarcely knew,
Bequeathed this bond of love to me;
The heart parental thrills for all
The children of humanity.
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how the years go sailing past! they go by in a blink!
one day i pause and grasp the thought, t'is later than i think.
i bury friends and family and start to realize,
i’m mortal after all, my friend ... and everybody dies.
i take an inventory of life's sorrows and it's joys
rememb'ring most the happy times and all my little "toys"
i think of goals accomplished and my failures just as well.
i think of things i can't unsay and doubts i cannot quell.
mortality, that bane of man, seems but another's fate
and miss my own life's pageantry, with naught but empty plate.
how strange my life should end one day. the final scene must play.
i take each breath for granted and don't cherish every day.
so... "happy birthday to myself!
i’m fifty-two anon !
what happened to my days of youth!? i missed them. now they're gone!
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 1:39 AM UTC
Kalami ba mag beach ing'aning orasa.
Payts ra ba bahala ako ra usa.
Tapad dayun kug lapad,
Para didto magsulay-sulay kug lupad.
Ambot lang ngano,
Pero lami lagi mang-ungo didto,
Sa mga tawo na nag date-date,
Na sa kahoy nagpa dapid.
Kalami ba putlon,
Ang kahoy na ilang gisandigan.
Pero di nata magpinait diha,
Pasagdi na antik musok'sok,
Sa ilang mga kigot.
Chill nalang sa ko diri,
Ligid ligid sa balas,
Kay kabalo ko nalate raka,
Sa sig pangita sa ice,
Ikaw ray para nako,
Ang tigtimpla sa chaser,
Pangpawala sa pait,
Sa akung ilimnon.
Kabalo ko muabot raka puhon,
Pero dili lang sad ko magdahom.
Hangyo lang nako,
Pag-dali lang diha di maghapit-hapit.
Diristo na sa akua kay para ako maigo na.
Maigo na jud ko sa imung kagwapa,
Huboga na tawun ko sa imung gugma,
Arung ako muundang nakog buhat,
Aning mga tula na bisaya.
Agpas na. Ako kang tagdun.
Diri rakos balas magligid-ligid
Mag tagad nimo.
Oct 9, 2018
Oct 9, 2018 at 3:57 AM UTC
I
Under the Great Comedian's tomb the crowd.
A bundle of tempestuous cloud is blown
About the sky; where that is clear of cloud
Brightness remains; a brighter star shoots down;
What shudders run through all that animal blood?
What is this sacrifice? Can someone there
Recall the Cretan barb that pierced a star?
Rich foliage that the starlight glittered through,
A frenzied crowd, and where the branches sprang
A beautiful seated boy; a sacred bow;
A woman, and an arrow on a string;
A pierced boy, image of a star laid low.
That woman, the Great Mother imaging,
Cut out his heart. Some master of design
Stamped boy and tree upon Sicilian coin.
An age is the reversal of an age:
When strangers murdered Emmet, Fitzgerald, Tone,
We lived like men that watch a painted stage.
What matter for the scene, the scene once gone:
It had not touched our lives. But popular rage,
Hysterica passio dragged this quarry down.
None shared our guilt; nor did we play a part
Upon a painted stage when we devoured his heart.
Come, fix upon me that accusing eye.
I thirst for accusation. All that was sung.
All that was said in Ireland is a lie
Bred out of the c-ontagion of the throng,
Saving the rhyme rats hear before they die.
Leave nothing but the nothingS that belong
To this bare soul, let all men judge that can
Whether it be an animal or a man.
II
The rest I pass, one sentence I unsay.
Had de Valera eaten parnell's heart
No loose-lipped demagogue had won the day.
No civil rancour torn the land apart.
Had Cosgrave eaten parnell's heart, the land's
Imagination had been satisfied,
Or lacking that, government in such hands.
O'Higgins its sole statesman had not died.
Had even O'Duffy--but I name no more--
Their school a crowd, his master solitude;
Through Jonathan Swift's clark grove he passed, and there
plucked bitter wisdom that enriched his blood.
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Her hair spills starlight, raw as unbaked bread—
Each strand a comet’s trail my lips pursue.
No thread divides our skin, risen on breath;
Hips hide her crescent moon, eclipse the blue.
The mirror drinks us whole—no blind, no hidden clues—
our doubled forms a psalm of breath and flame.
Sound of skin on skin, a tide, laps where desires subdue;
Your fingers chart the pulse-light, vane by vane.
No shadow lives where tongues chase the day—
her wetness, a prism, splits what dark ignites.
The air grows thick, our love scent we can’t unsay—
Each gasp refracts to hues where her desires lie, night.
Your eyes—black pools where all my shadows drown—
we fuse to one eclipse, no dusk, no dawn.
Feb 3, 2025
Feb 3, 2025 at 5:38 PM UTC
I wish I could take your pain away
plant a garden of sunflowers someday
whisper I love you and that I'll stay
read to you while beside me, you lay
but day after day
I see the way you fray
how her words shatter and slay
but for some reason, you stay
at her whim, you obey
I felt your heart once stray
but you continued to delay
the inevitable, you downplayed
your unhappiness and dismay
I wish I could take back and unsay
the time I called 'us' a foolish cliché,
the smoke filled night at the cabaret
how late the dusk crept on the day-
we laid under stars in the milky way
talked about feelings and our soirée
your touch on my skin, like foreplay
looking back, you were my gateway
but for you, I was just another weekday
...and we both knew you'd never stay
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 12:18 AM UTC
I ask—I know,
but did I? pull you close only
only
to keep from flying away?
I once knew I cupped your head,
like water, to my lips.
I think I know now, hauntingly,
I might have wrenched your face to mine
like a ravenous and terrified animal
and kept on your lips but to seal my mouth,
a stormy vacuum,
that ****** ceaselessly the breath of too much
in the attempt to inhale one.
****** dry, it became nothing.
Still, it could not be helped.
Meaning would be given to the thoughtless
and its name—passion—would be answered,
its sweet breath ****** on.
But I
I never breathed anything.
And yet there was more sustaining my life.
What sweet did I taste? Its breath or
the more?
You would rename it—silly—to yourself.
You did not know you whispered it to me always.
I only heard it when our cover would
slit briefly open—painfully, and inevitably.
Your breath in these thin moments was bitter, bitter
to you too.
So we covered the slits and sealed the gape,
told ourselves we knew
all the clothes were off, together, for a reason.
Convinced ourselves we were really touching what was untouchable,
for a reason.
But, if since the very beginning
your mouth was to move that way,
was to say those words—and if your eyes were always
going to look like autumn trees and unsay them—
was it for one or wasn’t it?
Is there something at all to smile about
just passing through our geometry?
I ask this to myself—of course. But,
but
today’s sun blades the sky too much like yesterday’s!
So your eyes return! They return to reach! to pull me out to free fields
as they used to.
Your sundress still sparks an Aztec flame
as the colorless crowd ashes.
To me your scene is still an answer
and your breath can still warm truth
as sweet as tragedy on my skin.
The lining of homes around me
glints light red
and I stare at its light, after you,
your cutting rays,
because your thought of ending
now kisses mine
and so—still—I can answer
whether, as I am now— you were always
only a memory.
Mar 27, 2012
Mar 27, 2012 at 5:49 PM UTC
Last sunday, we go videoke.
Kaming unom, grabe'g panganta.
Naay nice ug tingog, naay okay ra,
naay wala gyud sa tono, naay nag sabay-sabay ra,
ug naay feeler gyud kaayo nga singer siya.
Niabot ang time, naka feel na mig uhaw.
Ni offer ang isa, isa ka bucket ambot ug unsa.
TOK TOK TOK ayay naa na ang gihulat,
tambal sa uhaw gipatong sa lamesa.
PAK! SMIRNOFF ANG GIDALA!
Kami nagpadayon ug kanta,
kachada sa pamati, sa ilimnong ma'lami.
Niabot ang last nga kanta,
Obladi, Oblada, tala na mamauli na ta.
Nihapit's balutan, mao na po'y gitirada.
Nanglingkod kadjot sa seawall,
nagpahangin gamay usa musakay.
Nipara mig cab kay hapit na alas dose,
sa rural basin mabiyaan mi.
Wa na gibyaan gyud, maygani naay super 5, pero tag 50 gyud.
Kami naabot sa tagsa-tagsang panimalay,
wow kalami sa akuang katulog bai.
Pagmata nako, nganong init kaayo ko?
Wa ko kasabot sa akuang gibati, gitugnaw ko pag ayo.
Yati, ngano man ni? Nag inom man unta kog vitamin C.
Pagka uran2 naa koy gi share sa fb,
nag react akuang miga kay sgalain pud daw iya ginhawa.
Taod-taod nag my day ang isa, gi dextrose kay gihilantan sab siya.
Nag text kos isa pa, kung ga daot pud siya.
"OO" mao na iyang reply,
*** why kami gyud upat dai?
Ang isa silingan ra namo, wala may gibati.
So, isa nalang kulang, akua gitawagan.
Wala mitubag, akuang manghod iyang gi chatan.
"Yes dai gihilantan pud siya", mao nay reply.
Wala nay lain, ang SMIRNOFF mao jud akuang pasanginlan!
Kaming lima baling yarok, sa smirnoff nga mabugnaw.
Ang isa wala nag mind kay nagsaad di gyud siya mo inom.
Mao toy amuang gidangatan, gipang ubo, sip'on ug gihilantan.
Grabe, unsay naa adtong smirnoff nila?
Ngano kaming lima ang naapektohan?
Oct 10, 2019
Oct 10, 2019 at 9:20 PM UTC
father arrives carrying lovelessly
the weight of his own shadow
across the furniture.
throws his socks missing
the mouth of the laundry bin.
exhaust of television static
as his mouth opens agape
receiving the dizzy fizz of
turning channels
like spindrift through the windows
moist, wizened on his resigned couch
he falls asleep like a pin
dropped into the heart of the ocean—
life, what have you done?
mother lacquers her fingernails
as the dog wags his tail furiously
the mirrors ache as dead moments
grow roots in the viscera,
as shadows curb themselves
perfecting their disappearances,
the madhouse women
rehearsing their discomfitures
time swiftly passed
through the very past of things
that we have forgotten,
late to unsay the day struck by wind
and too uneventful to even plead
for undivided rest.
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 10:05 AM UTC
I want to learn your secrets;
hear the things you've never told;
reach inside and **** your mind,
burn the things that make you cold.
I wish to know your dreams,
those that keep you awake;
peak inside and try to find
a way to give your worrisome mind a break.
I need to know your sins,
the ones you're ashamed to speak;
hold your hand, comfort them away,
reassure you that they don't make you weak.
I hope to know what haunts you
in the silence of your days,
do you think of me, do you think of her?
What words do you wish you could unsay?
I yearn to know your desires,
fetishes that make you tick;
grasp your heart, feel your skin,
discover the way our bodies click.
I crave to love your soul
in all the ways a person could;
hold your fears, kiss your tears,
adore you the way a lover should.
Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 9:15 PM UTC
we rest riverside
enwhispered in the twilit waters flow
seduced by the poplar grove
gently bending stalks
making way for the windswalk
forever let us lie this way
mud sand sun
minds eye unsay
ere new world takes our fantasies away
Aug 17, 2020
Aug 17, 2020 at 6:31 PM UTC
Bound to a memory thats quickly fading,
Your on your knees deperately praying.
Keep the past so crisp and clear,
So the pain keeps raw the hopless fear.
Take your pleeding to a higher might,
One with boundless un-clouded sight.
To Keep you locked in this eternal moment,
Making time cease being your torturous opponent.
Lost in his eyes seconds so splendid.
Defy every whim that fate intended.
For in two days your eyes will close,
Never to bring his cheeks to that subtle rose.
Kiss a smile that makes you quake,
deep down knowing every coming mistake.
For on this morning that you remember,
A fury burned in you as red as embers.
Words were said that you can't unsay,
Your temper could not abate this fray,
On the road that was slick with ice
Blood red rivers ran in a sickening slice.
The lights went out and the world got colder,
The ice moved in ever the bolder.
I miss your eyes that warmed me to my centre,
Now ever sore and fetid from this haunting splinter.
Dec 8, 2012
Dec 8, 2012 at 6:47 PM UTC
We've burned ourselves hopelessly to the idea of love.
But, is it ever enough to just let the fire die?
Pain seeks to every inch of our systems,
Bleeds to every part of our existences.
How can we break to grieve
when all we strive is to give love that's never needed?
We've been in love with people who didn't love us back.
We've been loved by people who we didn't love back.
But which is worse : To be broken or to break another?
The memories we can bare,
But seeing them again makes us feel unaware.
Seeing a smile upon their face
knowing we're the reason for it.
A smile : Fake : to try to move forward.
A smile : Evil : to get revenge.
We can't undo what's been done.
We can't unsay what's been said.
The saddest part of it all is...
We can't forgive ourselves and they can never forget.
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 10:14 AM UTC
Listen for just a moment. I know you don't
have the patience but if you don't listen
now I might not have the guts later. Look at me
in the eye. If that doesn't work we'll turn the lights off. I am desperate
to unsay the things I hurled
at you. When we fight I feel cold
and my voice feels far away, as if I have no control
my vocal chords might as well strangle me
it would hurt less
than your rejection
after another fight.
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 10:06 PM UTC
Hey, hi.
How have you been? It feels like forever since we talked.
How's school? Work?
How is she? I heard you two are over. Are you okay?
Look, I know you and I have been done for quite some time.
But that doesn't mean I left all my emotions behind.
I think about you all the time.
You've never once left my thoughts, my mind.
You make me crazy, confused, conflicted.
I can't help but wonder if you ever think about me too.
Believe me, I've tried, and tried to forget about you.
You could have made it easier by not giving me so much to hold onto.
I have so many questions that need answers, so many words I wish I could unsay.
You won't understand, but everything reminds me of you.
Whether it's our song on the radio, something on the t.v., or just some corny joke that reminds me that you were the only reason I smiled for so long.
I don't mean to waste your time.
I don't know how you're gonna respond to this, or if you'll even care.
But I just had to get it out there.
I guess I'll end there.
So, I hope to see you soon.
P.S. I'm still not over you.
Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 5:32 PM UTC
Words hurt
But yours shouldn’t have to.
The things you say stick to me like a
Tattoo.
I’m a vacuum.
I **** up all the things you say
and it just replays.
You say
things you think you have to say
in ways
that are better left unsaid.
Too bad you can’t UnSay
the things you said
even though I know
you never would.
How come
it is always the ones we hold closest
that is gifted
with the blueprint
of our defeat?
a way to have us
beaten, broken hearted
and down
on both knees.
How is this honest?
How are we fair?
To be clear,
as you sleep
without fear
I sit here and think.
If you had a snore for every tear I’ve shed,
you might never wake up.
Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 12:39 PM UTC
Life's most precious gift:
To live, we have to just breathe
But there're thoughts beyond thoughts,
Trapped in a realm, yearning to be freed:
If we hold this breathe seize,
We shall seize to live, but leave
But sometimes, to actually live, we have to leave
There's a thin line between sanity and insanity
Erased by our unsay
There's a thin line between Illusion and reality
Erased by our don'ts
This place of gracious enticement
Where we watch us being killed
A place filled with men of slightest thoughts
Amused by this illusional amusement
A place where nothing is real
Full of dos and don'ts, yet no one is free
Though we all came with says and dos
We've not by ourselves chosen to be free
We've trapped all those for the sake of our creed
Why then not hold this breathe seize to actually live
For stance where our thoughts could not reach
For life in a place we've never seen
A place where we're actually free
Why don't we leave to actually live?
—JIBRIL ABDULMALIK ©2019
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 2:42 PM UTC