"unsettlingly" poems
i love me
do you?
could you ever, truly?
the way you make me feel is
unsettlingly unruly towards self
i couldn’t hurt you the way you’ve done me
it’s not in the cards nor my heart
for it belongs to you.
Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 7:38 PM UTC
I never did like my non sequitur thoughts.
They bounds and jounce and leap expertly
In their own journey of destruction.
They care more for their attentive
Distraction in reaping imperfection,
And in doing so they mitigate
Every length of my inspired potential
I despise them with a passion,
For in my hope for creativity,
I've only exposed the worst--
Profound limitation.
That's the definition of my thoughts though--
Great exposition, in a myriad of disoriented aberrations.
I'm not a fraud, a fool or a fiend,
But my unsettlingly broken, detached thoughts
Will surely be the end of me...
Can I contain the courage to counter it?
I am uncertain...
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 8:08 PM UTC
shrouded by the freckles on her cheek,
i watched the shadows of the settling day fall over her
skin and i forgot what it meant to dream,
for she was the epitome of an easy saturday morning that you never
wanted to wake up from,
she was in my blood and she was a spaceship that would never take off.
i screamed for her to take me away,
abduct me, make me one of your species,
make me love you even deeper than is possible for a human being.
she tethered me to her with her restless spirit;
i wanted to keep believing in her for an unsettlingly enormous infinity,
i wanted to lay by her side and chase the shadows on her back for as long as i could remember.
opening her lips, she burned an image in my mind of her, and i shoved it down my throat and into my heart,
burying her in my soul with dirt under my fingernails,
with blood crusted in my eyes.
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 11:00 PM UTC
It is within my bitter blood to love at a foolish capacity.
How do you tell your heart to stop, when it comes so naturally?
The passionate feeling of adoration that skips through my veins,
Preoccupies my mind and at times, makes me feel unsettlingly insane.
Its a scary realm when emotions are hastily displaced.
Its a clever hell that warps and compromises your steady grace.
Being swallowed up by your own mind is a common affair.
If your feet won't keep, passion will painfully lead to despair.
It takes looking though transparent glass to see what needs to be seen.
It takes a mind to be free to envision what needs to be freed.
An enchanting charm is always a attractive feature,
but will time hold fast when you finally meet her?
Shallowly embedded in me is a deep cry for understanding.
Drowning myself in a feeling that will surely sink me.
Buts its my own blood that is satisfying this internal confusion.
I can't escape it but to drain it, perhaps I need a blood transfusion.
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 10:34 AM UTC
it was all my fault
you were drenched in crimson
you just laid there
motionless
not a single
strand of your
snow white hair
left unpainted
with red—
so still
so pitiful
so unnerving
so remorseful
so convenient
and so **** sad
that you're still bleeding.
clutching to
what's left
of your poor
masochistic breath
as if
you're too sure
that this time
i'll hear you out...
why won't you be?
i was so sure
you'd be shouting it out
anyway.
just
like
how
you
scream
'go to hell'
or
'go **** yourself'
or
'die now please'
or
'you look like a taxi in that suit'
or
'i hate you'
or
'i love you'
you'd scream everything.
always.
like when you said
'i'll always be there for you'
and
'i hope you never come back'
when you were hurt
you'd shout curses
like a prayer
when you were drunk
you'd screech songs
like a drifting car.
but right then
you whispered.
and you whispered so softly
it was more unbelievable
than the fact that
i heard it more clealy
more soundly
than the time
you screamed
'i'm done putting up with you.'
"tell me a little lie"
"and tell me you'll never"
"ever leave me this time."
and you were so peaceful
this one single exeptional time
as you tried ever so
unsettlingly
to catch your breath.
i simply couldn't resist.
"i promise."
"i'll never leave you."
"ever."
"cross my heart and hope to die."
but you never
did listen did you?
it was all your fault
i'm drenched in crimson
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 2:23 AM UTC
Through green eyes, a sharp line of
Sight, unsettlingly dancing on desire, hunger, necessity,
A gaping hole where it would perfectly
Fit. An insatiable yearning only fulfilled by
Metamorphosis into a new one, for this
Greener grass has never looked greener than
The one I feel under my feet.
Feb 8, 2020
Feb 8, 2020 at 11:16 PM UTC