"unsureness" poems
Feelings of confusion, keeps bugging my head
Feelings of unsureness, I'm painting it all red
Feelings of frustration, overcomes me instead
Feelings still wavering, keeps me from falling to bed
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 2:33 AM UTC
The rattle is shaken and life becomes unfixed
Torrential rains cascades downwards on ancient bricks
These stunning moments have been rediscovered
In wonder all is flustered in awe as the state of silence honks
Love creeps out of tune in time, the unsureness of cold feet
The voice fades, the toned whispers continually erased
Stormed and soaked, stilled and stalked by a heart that stole my dream
Drenched in uncertainty, non-favouring multitudes won't let me be
These flutters flattens and deflated, I stroll and I will not run
The floating fun fares vanishes, the morning bird furnishes
The time capsule evaporated, unstripped and frozen
Ohh, how I wished to plant and harvest inspiration
Wake up with a renewed breath of air, the flowing river
Of the days when the gloom masked, I hated what life had become
How could humanity be so self centred and selfish?
I looked for silence and the banging never ceased
The masses rushed, never to let me be, they snatched my freedom
I inhaled the hope of the freeness and longed for the racing momentums
How so?
That over time the weather collapsed to coldness, the darkness marbled
A nag of the songbirds, as I escaped in the ****** ozone layer
A disconnect of the mind, body and soul; when I saw my spirit sail
A snail sailing on its own course and journey slowly but steady
Reflections and visions of the timeline of growth and fertility
A heart of one, the soul of all, the mind of many, a tongue in sums
The chandelier hanged on a ceiling, high, holding the flickering bulbs
A condense of energy, the modelled nature of a prognostic intervention
A laughter and synergy rests in the symphony of the unsung melodies
Apr 30, 2016
Apr 30, 2016 at 6:24 PM UTC
Escapism dream
Heart crushed symphony
Strings of sounds tied together by hope
This expression our only weapon to expose
All this oppression when we don't even know the root
Our only savior each others demise
Oh my eyes to my soul cannot take this any longer! spending our daze In an oblivion maze
This haze
It pulls me into the unknown
A pool of unsureness
All luring us
This wave
We came in on and shattered on the sure
Always needing more
Our hearts pour out of places unknown, separation overgrown
Fumbling forward we gracefully gasp as they take off their masks feeled up to our seal time to reveal and refeel!
This ever living ghost of what once was creeps through my new and leaves only fuzz this dream quilt unraveling the patches detaching yet the thread remains it was love all along! Always singing our dream song.
Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 12:24 PM UTC
Watching. Waiting in a world of silence.
Heeding, yet receding from unattractive lies.
Veiled by hardened minds,
the truth, is in the eyes.
And it speaks thus.
Dark, ruthless, twisted faces
full of pride and arrogance.
"We are better than all" they chant
with flying fingers of steel.
Intrepid slurs
on unsuspecting souls.
Keeping them at a distance.
What makes them so unclean?
What makes us so unclean?
Feast on our fear,
and constant unsureness.
Take our joy and turn it into self loathing.
Vile, pretentious predators of song.
Where is the right found within
to chew another's dream into non-existence?
We are blinded by our hearts
that we have so willingly given.
And yet, those that would guide us
to a place of understanding and harness that love
for the better of all,
have chosen to abandon us.
Teach! You magnificent creatures
whom love is openly bestowed upon.
Teach and show the way
to those who face a long life of
practical non-existence in what
we choose to believe is the ultimate path
of expressing ourselves.
Do this, and preserve what is most sacred.
Choose otherwise,
and be forever tormented with the knowledge
that allowing hatred to reign will ultimately destroy
Everything held near our hearts and minds.
Apr 21, 2012
Apr 21, 2012 at 4:37 PM UTC
I called your number about a few minutes ago, and I left you a voicemail you'll never hear
Spoken words that'll never reach your ears
Listening to them wont change a thing so I said things I'll feel about you for awhile even though you won't care
My voice sounded weak, I was sitting on the ledge of trying to forget
Even though I'll never let myself go from that ledge, I'd sure want to
But these days, I can't even if I tried
Even if I suffered from a condition of forgetting things, I wouldn't be able to
Unsureness really gets to me I admit
Its 4:00 pm, and I have nothing much to say today. sorry.
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC
Restless hidden away
opaque shafts blade
the windowsill.
An appetite too shorn
of confidence
welters prism
of carriages too far gone.
Jul 25, 2012
Jul 25, 2012 at 6:20 PM UTC
Really Saeng-Fah, are we going to have another day of chiding your self for things you don’t need to chide yourself for
Or hating yourself for small supposed mistakes when upon later reflection were fine
Where does this tension holed up in the side of your skull escape to when you smoke that zoot or **** that man, dance all night , hold yourself close
Roll into the avenues of peaches and crème my dear girl they are yours for the taking
They are yours for the making
They are yours
hallucinating is all we are doing .
We can not stop wrongs
The game plan too strong
Follow the half baked road to redemption, nestle in amongst the feelings of unsureness
Whistle the tune of freedom
Live well
Today –
Breathe , cinnamon chai tea steam smoke as first break fast
The day has barely begun, the growing stronger sunlight shines through window pane , hitting shutters of light brown wood, the ****** of a wind chime plays her notes here and there , whilst the sounds of the human created habitat plays on. The sigh of a bus coming to a stop, the crunch of a streetcar on tracks
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 1:13 AM UTC
You can survive with a heart of stone,
Though you're never sure who's side the sun is on,
The unsureness is what brings the tilt to my smile,
Not of fear but of pleasure; turned being scared, into being the flower with a lost feather,
Into feeling loved but not by anything in particular,
The outreach of Mother Earth is like mountains in the galaxy,
With a touch of sky, at night time the stars collide,
Your heart filled with pride and bravery,
Your blood remains still as the trees walk by,
Wins of the fall, dirt cool as redwood shade;
Heart of a lover, the beat at his own pace,
Stems band on top of mushroom fields, while the children of the sun move with the horizon,
Smile for rain, glance for clouds and look up to the indigenous grounds,
That's where my heart is at,
Where I sit on top of rocks and communicate with the current of the river,
Flow of love, soul of sound
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 4:00 PM UTC
And it creeps upon me
so quietly,
swiftly.
It pierces my lungs
and for a moment
I am dead.
but we all know it is forever.
So dead
that the feathers
and fur
decompose,
and I don't mind.
It's the swiftness
and
unsureness
that carries me to a place.
A place where my silent cries
are never heard
nor never mind,
thus never noticed.
In a land
not ridden with my kind.
I feel the world is not mine anymore.
Now,
I am a graphite dot
that seems to be lightened.
And slowly I fade,
as each day swipes at me
like the eraser in God's hands.
I have been patient.
However, it seems that
these hazel eyes
are unable to be much more patient.
I fear death
by loneliness.
I am too young to pass
And too young to not love all this life.
Apr 7, 2011
Apr 7, 2011 at 5:22 PM UTC
Every minute that passes is a minute that is wasted (at least in my life),
Happiness is far from where i stand,
Forgiveness isn't close enough to even understand,
Blame is common and unsureness is the world I live in,
Hope is far fetch and with luck I'm usually feeling ******
Failure is what I'm used to, Disappointment is how it goes,
I never see myself standing,
Just always on my tippy toes,
I used to hold on to everything,
Now I've learned to let it all go, Independent I never was,
Just dependent that's how it was,
The cord was cut Then I fell,
Hitting the floor,
Now I'm crawling along the cold wet floor.
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 11:17 PM UTC
I can spot someone who hates themselves from a mile away.
I can see it in the way you sit. In the way you walk.
In the way you breathe.
Such timidness, such unsureness you don’t know if you belong here
You don’t know where you belong
They ask you what you want to be you say you don’t plant to live past 18.
They laugh, oh your jokes.
You can always make me laugh.
And you laugh along, you encourage their haste.
But what they don’t know is that this is not funny
And on your 18th birthday-you’ve planned it
You’re going to jump of the building on 42nd avenue
You’re going to watch the people, strewn below, deciphering just what you’re about to do
Making them regret the day they laughed; regret the day they doubted you
But girl, you’re barley grown. You need to relax, you need a moment to breathe
I will force you from the ledge-I will talk you down
Make you feel not so used up and I want you to believe in something
And if you’re having trouble finding a muse, use me as your painting
Believe in me
Because I believe in you, I have hope in you.
You just need to have hope in yourself.
You have the rest of eternity to be dead,
You’ve only got a while to live-so enjoy it
You’ll be dead soon If that comforts you
But while you’re here you cannot have such hate about yourself
And you cannot place yourself back into that dark hole you know oh too well
No matter the wrongs you’ve done or outdone
You are still worth everything inside you
The sun is going to come up whether you’re here or not
So why won’t you stay to enjoy it?
Learn to forgive yourself for the petty mistakes and set yourself free
Because once you unlock the chamber, your world will change
You will be unlocked, you will once be content in your own skin
Let go. Cut the rope tying you down- I know how cliche that sounds but its the only metaphor I know to exactly explain what’s stopping you
And all it is is a rope. Learn to release yourself from it. There is nobody holding you back. Just this pitiful, pathetic excuses of a rope.
You’re better than this. Stronger than the rope. Cut it.
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 9:34 PM UTC
And it creeps upon me
so quietly,
swiftly.
It pierces my lungs
and for a moment
I am dead.
but we all know it is forever.
So dead
that the feathers
and fur
decompose,
and I don't mind.
It's the swiftness
and
unsureness
that carries me to a place.
A place where my silent cries
are never heard
nor never mind,
thus never noticed.
In a land
not ridden with my kind.
I feel the world is not mine anymore.
Now,
I am a graphite dot
that seems to be lightened.
And slowly I fade,
as each day swipes at me
like the eraser in God's hands.
I have been patient.
However, it seems that
these hazel eyes
are unable to be much more patient.
I fear death
by loneliness.
I am too young to pass
And too young to not love all this life.
Apr 7, 2011
Apr 7, 2011 at 5:22 PM UTC
Upon their quivering wings, (Fairy-Land by Edgar Allen Poe)
*small hands grasping too big stems.
little laughter carried on the wind
to beckon you inside.
tall trees fall in, collapsing.
trapped underneath the layers of sea foam green.
breathing in sun dropped laughter,
blindly stumbling through a lilac haze of unsureness.
left to the elements
and lost to the darkness of day time.
jabs left and right prevent the chance,
of wandering in the right direction.
flashes of blue wings and lithe bodies
in front of you,
just out of reach.
and their laughter is drowning you,
slipping into a sleep of the undead but not quite living.
fighting the drowsiness with the only source of strength left,
golden sun slipping through the cracks.
surfacing from the depths of insanity,
their laughter tumbling from your lungs,
able to breath again.*
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 9:53 AM UTC
I know I have my own
problems,
but you’re not so perfect
yourself.
Yet you still
drag
me
down
into this bottomless pit
that you dug for the purpose of
hiding your insecurities
It’s like you
can’t let anyone see your
true self
And once they sense your
fear,
unsureness,
you strike.
Seeing how your heart is
frozen,
it musn’t be hard for you to
break one’s spirit
And now I can see
how easy it is for you to
drag your friends into your
misery
But you saved your worst for
me.
At least I know you
cared...
Somewhat.
Do you like crushing your
friends?
Do you enjoy seeing people
hurt?
I guess so, because
why else would you
utterly destroy
the only people you were
ever
able to call your
friends?
Nov 4, 2011
Nov 4, 2011 at 12:37 AM UTC
This three letter word fills our days
with doubt,
sometimes reason
Let it not echo throughout your days and steal your peace
For too much of something is not a good thing, and
doubt
fear
unsureness
are no exception
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 5:33 PM UTC
i clung onto a dream
of you loving me
and i held it so tightly
wrapped it up with
a bow in my small arms
and i heaved and heaved
convinced by some string
of unsureness deep inside me
i held the weight as it dragged
my knees to the floor
bowing before you
i made myself tiny
Mar 10, 2021
Mar 10, 2021 at 12:34 AM UTC
Second Sight
by Michael R. Burch
I never touched you—
that was my mistake.
Deep within,
I still feel the ache.
Can an unformed thing
eternally break?
***
Now, from a great distance,
I see you again
not as you are now,
but as you were then—
eternally present
and Sovereign.
Keywords/Tags: distance, separation, hesitancy, unsureness, vacillation, unsurety, heartache, heartbreak, presence, sovereign
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 3:41 AM UTC
My chest grows tight,
not of fear ... well maybe a little,
but mostly of joy,
an unending pooling of emotions.
Mixed in a little joy, a little regret, and some unsureness.
So many others follow suit.
I want to talk a walk,
to do something and anything to give my mind release,
but wherever I go my thoughts follow me.
I can't escape these feelings,
not even in order to get a grip of what they may mean.
Or how I truely feel.
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 9:05 PM UTC
held onto your hands,
When you faltered,
Even though they were,
Only dust and fire,
And let you singe,
An abyss through my broken veins.
You left me there,
Bleeding under a lamppost,
When I stared up into its pale light,
And wondered if I have enough pain,
To flow it through tears because,
Even though you left me, I couldn't cry.
Instead I scream into the stillness,
of this never ending moment,
Speak words that,
No one knows anymore,
In concrete whispers,
That unravels into a broken stutter.
I'll drown into depths of something,
That is unknown to me,
Just to feel the terror,
Because since the fall,
I haven't felt anything,
It scares me to think I'm feelingless.
Because it's the dead,
Who don't feel anything,
Because their nerves disintegrate,
Like brittle prices of art scattered on tiled floor,
And their hearts are meshed into sand,
And they can't return, can't live,
It scares me that they can't breathe,
But I'll touch them through thoughts,
And my obliterated wishful thinking,
I'll touch them through my memories,
It's nothing but illusions that seem real,
I'll have to remind myself, I'm still alive.
I might not see next sunrise,
This unsettling unsureness,
Tingling my fingertips,
In nervous floods and
Chaotic landslides,
Forever potent in my blood.
But at last I've learned to live every moment,
Because I can dance in arms of sunlight,
When they're saying she's dancing alone,
They're saying she's insane,
Because I laugh at sky because it's raining,
I can hear the thunder telling me, that I seem alive.
I'll touch the rainbow through,
My color-splattered canvas,
I could hold a fluorescent star,
And can you see?
I can break the stars,
From that infinite blue sky.
I can empty my memories into an ocean,
And see them sifting through sand,
Drifting in high tides and undecided waves,
See, your memory is among those too,
It's time I turn away and never turn back,
I know this because the moon told me.
I calculate their smiles for confused looks,
When they tell me I've gone crazy,
I can tell them I live more than they ever have.
They don't know what is living,
Every moment like it's the last one.
I know, because I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive.
Aug 29, 2016
Aug 29, 2016 at 10:17 PM UTC
in moments of clarity
the rarified air seems to envelope my consciousness
sending my thoughts reeling into an abyss of non-specific tangents
grasping at imaginary straws
in an open attempt at understanding
the multitude of voices –
surrounded in an empty room
the unsureness creeps in slow at first
like the lightest snow accumulation
on a slightly warmed roadway,
then at once faster
as if it were a waterfall carrying flood debris
a tumbling torrent of sounds
all from within –
unable to separate reality from the inner din,
I take the shape of a fetus
rocking to the rhythm
of voices no one else can hear –
May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 4:43 PM UTC
The shape of the heart
How it echoes from the depths
When molecules align
At the dawn of lucidity
Those shards of emotion
Collect at the edge of you
Your atoms speak of truth
The unsureness of being
And the kindness that blooms
That will be your greatest act.
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 10:52 AM UTC
we lie awake for the same reasons we fall asleep,
the haunting feeling of the past,
the unsureness of the future,
the unchangeableness of the present,
our eyes remain open and it reminds us of our past mistakes,
the ones we want to change but never will,
it reminds us of what used to be so easy;
living freely.
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 12:46 AM UTC
Took a simple walk today, just a fresh breath maybe a hint of springs first green
Holding back so much ,simple is to normal, maybe becoming to ingrained
Cool air brushes the hair, wafting across the sleeping roses ,but with spring rains their beauty will be seen
Somehow as I stroll something is calling to go beyond the knoll,maybe that hidden feeling to be unchained
My restless time wanting to roll in a new ambience,left wondering what will be the new scene
Following along,feeling it flow, unsureness replaced with a new way to flow ,waiting for something to be explained
Looking out ,not back ,no recount, taking trails toward a view that is new & serene
While the willows breath helps me add footprints on a path,feeling new freedoms can not be restrained
Hidden inside some emotions blind, will the new wind soon intervene
Finally ripples reflect that glassy glow ,sights & sounds coming in, new beauty yet to be tainted
Spring birds flutter ,grass greening like glitter, streams trickling,the scent & sight reflect across the water reminding me mother nature is still Queen. R.C.
Mar 6, 2017
Mar 6, 2017 at 9:04 AM UTC
6'5"
so heckin sweet to me
back to the future
how'd you know?
those nikes..
who's gonna kiss first?
you lose
but is this really winning?
i haven't felt like i was winning in a long time
you wanna see me in tennessee
you wanna see me tomorrow
you wanna see
me?
i blew you off for two months
just like i blew it
this morning
unsureness
will be the death of me
unless cigarettes take my life
first
Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 2:16 AM UTC