"unseeingly" poems
The pain rushes from the depth of my *****
and into my bones;
the flutters that were once sweet in my guts,
are now belligerent ruptured tears
that unseeingly bleed.
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 7:59 AM UTC
I woke fron the depths of army men and poisoned spiders,
Lakes and oceans, home and heavens,
I woke to the slow musicled motions of a sick man,
Achily bending my head to the side for a glance at te clock.
I woke to crying, sobbing, the tears of my brother,
Yelling, frustration of my mother and father,
I woke in tear break, shaky and stolen, somber.
I crawled slowly out of bed,
Wading through water that no one sees, or feels,
Lips paper dry and mouth gaping in drought.
I wake to thirst.
Tea is delivered with a good natured sigh,
A complaint about over work, and a need to return to it,
A slight slump to ever tired shoulders and a gentle push back into bed with words that would be, gentler if you weren't just as exghausted as me ,
but lacking the sleep.
I sigh and lay semi paralyzed , staring at the cieling unseeingly, eyes blinking, slow snow.
I attempt relief from this bed again, knowing returned sleep will grant me more nightmares,
And I sigh, slowly pulling myself to a standing,
My head pounds and my stomach aches.
I attempt to sip at tea,
And I burn my lips?
Startled by this reality I wobble, not managing my mundane task,
I whimper, tears of thin skinned surprise in my eyes,
And slowly, so slowly,
Return to bed.
Nov 20, 2012
Nov 20, 2012 at 10:04 PM UTC
I am ridiculed for being different
Ridiculed because I speak up in class
Ridiculed because I WANT to learn
I am ridiculed because I see the world differently
Ridiculed because I am mature
Ridiculed because I unseeingly pass societal lines
Don't laugh at me because I speak up in class
Or swear at me for entering a conversation that the WHOLE CLASS was involved in
Don't laugh at me because dare to be right and live with being wrong
Don't laugh at me because I try to be friends with the teacher
Don't laugh at me because I don't see the sense in your actions
Don't laugh at me because I try
Don't get mad at me for learning teacher
Because it is not what you are teaching me
Don't get mad at me for refusing to work teacher
Because I would prefer to learn something else
Don't get mad at me for complaining about school teacher
Because I have never skipped
Because I know what the system is doing wrong
Because I will start to dread you
Don't laugh at me for seeing things differently
Because I don't laugh at you for the same thing
Don't laugh at me because I am mature
Don't tell me I am just a kid
Don't say that my opinion doesn't matter because I am sixteen
Because it does
But I didn't know it till I went to a Luthern Church
Don't laugh at me for not seeing societal rules
Don't undermine me
Don't undermine my learning IN SPITE of school
Because you **** well don't try
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 5:42 PM UTC
Five ...
My body instinctively moves
To the sway of the wind's rhythm
Swinging to the right, left, right...
Swaying, bending, flailing, falling
To the dance of death
Four...
Finally the sweet taste of freedom
Longingly lingers on the crevices of my mind
As I am dragged from the airy convulsion of my body
To slash the splashing surface of slurping waves
With my death partner -
Brother - tied by the neck -
Connected by the root
Staring unseeingly at at the rising sun of liberty
With the last image of *******
Still reflecting in his milky grey eyeballs,
No longer bursting with the dark essence of life
Three ...
The wind gently lowers me
To the soft edges of salvation
As my eyes are glued to the sun
As if to erase the haughty, mocking glare
Of the white devils
My bright screen of light
With the beautifully blinding colours of the sky
Whispering, "Africa"
And producing images of life
Of my family
Of my food
Of my home
Of my life,
Before...
Two ...
My body rushes to embrace
The heavy, yet comforting hug of my sunset
A smile, unused for months, etched deep into my face
As the waves of mermaids wetly kiss
The slashes, wounds and br- br-bruises
That decorate my body
No more
No more suffocating in seas of bodies
Packed into the boat of death
I will breathe
As water fills my body with the air of freedom.
One ...
More second, to...
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 1:18 PM UTC
My eyes have always been open
Open to where I am
Open to who I am with
Open to the flows of the world,
Flows that I could never fully comprehend,
The complexities dance in front of my eyes
Mirrored in my mind
Filling it with swirling thoughts;
Never fully sunken in, and yet seen
Unseeingly.
Flows that I cannot comprehend
Continue to surround me
No matter how many flows etch into my flesh
Eyes open, mind overflowing.
The love that stares me in the face
Seen
Unfamiliarly familiar
Unseeingly
Irreplicable in my heart
Swirls endlessly in my thoughts
In and out of consciousness
It was never etched into my flesh.
Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 12:47 PM UTC
They laid her out on a plastic sheet
Where she stared unseeingly,
With nothing to cover her naked form
When they said, ‘Come in and see.’
I thought how she would be mortified
To be naked under their gaze,
But she was laid in the mortuary
For this was her end of days.
That final humiliation is saved
To be served at the end of life,
They saw her just as an empty shell,
But I, as my loving wife.
She still looked stunning, and had the form
That would peak any man’s desire,
But all of life had been ripped and torn
Before she entered the fire.
They’d taken her kidneys, liver too,
And had left some ugly scars,
But her gorgeous ******* and that little nest
Were left, for they had been ours.
I’d not have shared her with anyone,
We’d ****** at each other’s breath,
But she had signed for her organs, so
I had to share her with death.
I heard the crackle of flames behind
The grim steel plate of the door,
That they would open, and ****** her in
Just like a victim of war,
The horror tales of the holocaust
Came flitting across my brain,
That final test that would scorch the flesh
And all I could feel was pain.
She’s sitting up on the mantlepiece
In an urn of marble and stone,
A red ribbon sash, surrounding her ash,
I couldn’t leave her alone.
I hear her sigh in the early hours
As she did, whenever we sinned,
And wander around our lonely house,
Perhaps, it’s only the wind.
David Lewis Paget
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 10:45 PM UTC
Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
Trust is a must,
Lust follows trust,
Cuss and fuss is all we do,
Cry and die for you,
Try not to lie to me,
Bye as you buy for yourself,
The end is here,
Cliffs soon kills me as I take my pills,
Drills to fills,
My empty useless head,
Confusion I think not,
Depression is unseeingly cold.
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 10:48 AM UTC
drowning in the ocean
that surrounds the black sphere of his pupil
his skin is cream fabricated
I trace his freckles gently with a fingertip
when he doesn't mind
as velvet compliments denim
we are together, flowing
he smells like sugary breakfast cereal
and salt water wind
he reminds me of sprawling dutch tulip fields
clean, unseeingly delicate
his lips taste like raspberries ripened by sunlight
we watch the moon, intrigued
I sift rocky sand through my fingers
and watch you in the waves
loving with eyes open to flaws
and heart beats matched
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 10:42 PM UTC
Rest your head against mine
close the eyes and breathe
no matter how low or high the sigh
entangle the knot to sought and believe
Where did it all begin?
stride the riotous rides,
in which you seek from within
Only to find yourself being swept from the tides
Wariness and insidious greed
bred together by incongruence
create destructions dangerously,
wholly, precariously upon decadence
all the answers cannot be provided
to some degree, eliminate;
Hindered visions unseeingly drag,
raising its toxicity but unknowingly disseminate
with thorough cleanse and repair.
Among the countless highlands,
lies the shelter of coziness.
More than one route is present;
thou shall not take the shortcut.
Like the tumbling earthquakes,
grounds will cry out.
Spontaneous happenings are passing:
Noons of misery and
Nights of sorrow shall leave.
Conformity, veracity, and
acceptance mend purpose
Unfold the map gradually,
Excavate and explore into the surface,
Thrive and reclaim spools of upholstery.
Rest your head against mine
open the eyes and breathe
no matter how short or long the time
entangle the knot to sought and seek...
When will it all begin?
Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 1:25 PM UTC