"unthink" poems
**skipping stones across the water
walking beside the ocean's daughter
listening to nature as she sings
taking in the rapture that living brings**
*Thoughts that she
cannot unthink;
a life that she
cannot unlive.*
**Dreams she has yet to live
and a soul full of fire
looking under every stone
seeking her heart's desire**
*Afraid to see whats underneath.
We stay to the surface
afraid of the ghostly deep,
for there are shipwrecks*
**What lurks beneath at fathoms deep
will not disturb a good nights sleep
for as long as we can stay afloat
courage shall be our own lifeboat**
*But skipping stones eventually fall
To depths they haven't ventured yet
but, that's when life begins to be lived
when we reach deeper depth*
**Skipping stones across my mind
like those lucid dreams we hope to find
but in the end we are not alone
having reached the shore with that lucky stone**
Happiness is a skipping stone
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 9:18 PM UTC
i am on my
knees asking
all the unanswerables
how do you unwind
unkink, unthink,
have faith, have trust
in more than pixie
dust.
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 8:18 PM UTC
I hid you under layers
Bright lies I told myself
In order to forget.
The words you sent
Once catalogued & treasured
Stopped my progress
Or the days that passed.
My eyes closed
Trying to unthink you —
A ghost in the attic,
The pain I can't be without.
I erased emails.
Messages.
Phone numbers.
My heart. My soul.
Yet you still remain.
Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 12:35 PM UTC
We live
We die
Life is but a journey
We share we care we flirt with
a love affair: with life.
We cry we are happy we are shy
We’re the friend and the spy
We pry on other people’s business
We are everywhere.
We are alive.
We care.
And then we leave, and retrieve all our shine
We intertwine
With the roots and the shrubs
Within the endless labyrinth of the mundane and the divine
We become part of it
It consumes us
Earth takes us in, and we begin
To unthink
unfeel
Is this real?
Am I buried, am I cremated, was I clothed, was I bare?
I don’t care.
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 11:08 AM UTC
Pacing slowly
In the gallery of dreams.
On display to the masses,
The elegant and obscene.
Indescribably lost
In a forest of words.
Too quick to be caught,
Now muttering, absurd.
Invitation to
The cosmic dance.
Toss your handful of dreams
And ****** one by chance.
Hold it now, tightly to your chest.
Inhale deep the allure.
Earth now swallowing up
All the unjust and impure.
Misplaced somewhere in time.
Where fear survives.
Where when the sun goes down,
The soul comes alive.
Ancient, tribal chanting
Off in the distance of dark night.
Cloaked by the wind
With demonic grin
Across an ocean of fright.
Tribal dances on the
Shores of desire.
Lost in this world,
Awaiting the pathway,
Lit by moon and fire.
Strings have all snapped.
Chains busted at the link.
Stuck in the gallery of dreams
Amongst memories of which
You cannot unthink.
Mar 19, 2012
Mar 19, 2012 at 1:28 PM UTC
I don't like to think about it
I hate it
I try not to think about it
But do you think trees try to fall down
things happen
regardless of whether they're planned
so last night I thought about it
even though I didn't want to
it kills me
I didn't want it to
I assumed it wouldn't
but trees spend all their lives above the grass
that doesn't mean they think they'll ever touch
I thought about it
and I hate that
and I hate that I hate that I thought about it
I hate that I love you
I hate that I don't fully believe that sentence
I hate that you can feel something
but not be aware that you feel it
I wonder if trees know they'll grow
they always do
but I wonder if they know they will
Is it possible to not know the inevitable?
I wish I could unthink the thought I thought
it kills me
how the thought of you with another man
makes my stomach turn
but the thought of me with another woman
doesn't carry the weight to lift a scale
were trees previously just one branch
until they realized they had other options
I'm using a tree as a metaphor
because I don't want to talk about myself
because I don't want to make this about me
I want the world to cause my problems
but if i'm being honest
which I will be
I am the root of my pain
I just don't want to think about it
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 12:20 AM UTC
i do not write in pencil
it's all written in real
no pattern, no stencil,
hand drawn hard feel
inhale exhale
whatever air is available
words need breaths to exist
yet breathless i persist
never been in a band
my words never heard
left to hold my own hand
trying to unthink my words
no eraser available
(though noe is erased & dull)
so i babble feeble
(though no words escape my skull)
eyes blink
to rid themselves of the red
but don't disguise a think
cuz the lids are hiding brain-dead
can you breathe underwater
believing she's oxygen for you
can you breathe when you want her
but she's allergic to you
soft socks should soothe a soul
on a cold night in a Shannon cuddle
and be the only thing worn on the morning
where we have each other waking for moaning
i thought She Loved me deeply
NEEDED me
(butt found there were cracks in our foundation)
i believed we were US forever
walked the waking dream of our Love Affair
(butt learned she could lose the fascination)
i was in LOVE
She was dating
i found The One
She was just dating
February 3rd came & went
harbringer of the death of clint
March 8th was the final ****
of the last of my living will
been in a haze of agony
where my own jester hates me
i wake daily in a daze of disbelief
to a nightmare real with no relief
my tears don't fall
they flow
strong & steady
acidic yet empty
and their side-show-bob
is the echo of my sobs
i keep writing poem after poem
of pain
PAIN
when the only poem i've ever wanted to write
is the one She wants to re-read every night
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 1:13 AM UTC
i think: come(unthink)music
carelessmusic softly lilting the
swept downy fiber, falling, flakes
come steeply, arrive on comely ears,
the nuisance of thy waft gentle exactly
and the bodies
fay
met of muscles many in sweetness
honey one, long strain of thy cords
envelopes the snug sound of your
kiss
daft
as a raspberry pursed between
lips, fruitmouth,
your fragrant
hand is the most articulate violence
the most unthink
music
the most ear full cringe of lewdness
(dear, the smart vastness of your
naked sigh is a murdering song
comes from paired lips, and single throat
annihilator sound
I
think:
unthink
.
come
Jul 28, 2012
Jul 28, 2012 at 3:42 PM UTC
I think it
might have
maybe
been yesterday,
or the day before,
when it happened
Noticed the room was
different, and the silence was
all of a sudden empty
Realized what a glimmer is
because it
wasn't
Reached and grabbed air
felt my own nails press into my palms
squeezed my eyes and i think a
tear dropped
swallowed into the hardwood and the silence
I think I stopped caring
I think I finally lost myself
in a memory forever
or a dream
it's so much easier, after all
better to be alone than to feel lonely...
there used to be a mirror in the corner,
and a window
i think i remember
i have scars from the broken glass
i'm white as a ghost
but i don't notice
besides, i'd rather not be
seen
i'd rather hide my red-eyed reflection and
the dust in my hair
maybe i died
but i don't know because that day,
yesterday or the day before,
i stopped feeling
perhaps it was
maybe
actually
a few years ago.
Oct 26, 2010
Oct 26, 2010 at 5:34 PM UTC
Verse
Enough of it
I refuse to write
All I ever get us in
Trouble and sin
Noone understands
Brain takes up hand
Foolishly ruled by heart
I end
I start
I write my heart
But for reasons
Unknown
I write to fill the void
Alone
And temperamental
None the less
I give of me
My heart and yet
I give it up
No more ink
I rather sleep, to this
Unthink
Able and yet
not one more word
I rather unread
Unheard
They never listen
Anyway
Just prayer
Confession
Washing me away
They don't understand
From where I came
A mile in shoes
Up in flames
They only
With their evil stares
Judge me
For my being
Made by their Creator
I'm feared
The Devil
©MV
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 11:59 PM UTC
love (notlove)
i think you cruelly
i think you distinctly perfumed of hair
lavendermint (jasmine) stars and night think
you smell like cheap, cigarettes, coffee think
and you taste like cardboard dust and think
(linger ultimately fatally clinging) smoke think
lovenot love you i think
but so comely smooth olive (skin) think
unthink drink
Dec 18, 2012
Dec 18, 2012 at 3:48 AM UTC
My heart hurts.
I wish that I could unthink
The things I've thought tonight.
I want things to stay the way they are,
I want to let our little sprout
Grow into the rose it yearns to be.
I think I love you.
Cause the thought of never again
Seeing that beautiful smile of yours,
Makes my heart ache.
I know I never should have
Opened my heart to you.
From the very start,
This love was destined to end.
It was a wishful fantasy;
An all-too-perfect dream.
But even so...
If I were given the chance
To remake my choice,
I think I'd do it all again.
Because this hurt,
These tears that I'm about to cry,
Are proof that what I'm feeling is real.
I don't want to let you go,
I don't want to see this end.
It's been perfect,
And I've loved every minute of it.
But I think it's best if we stop.
Cause if it hurts now,
How much more will it hurt,
If we wait till our hearts are closer?
I wish that I could unthink
The things I’ve thought tonight.
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 7:02 PM UTC
It's all said and done
You know you can't have your words back right
You can't unspeak them
You can't unthink them
You can't retrieve them from my ears
For they are words, the words you have said
Don't feel sorry for me now
No time for guilt now
What's has been done, has been done
You can't tumble and drown in guilt now
You can't go back
Wipe those tears now love, they mean less to nothing now
Life is not a Personal Computer my friend
There is no Cntr + Alt + Del,
Theres no undo, the Cntr + Z
Yes my friend, you did it
Yes buddy, you said it
Forget about the yesterday now,
You never getting it back
But you are here now
We, are here now
So what?
It did hurt like hell, Yes
Do i wish i handn't heard it nor saw it, Yes
Do i wish you'd turn back the hands of time, denitely Yes
Oh how i so wish I had Harry Porter's wand and Hocus Pokus myslef out of this
How I so wish I someone could erase my memories,
Or how I wish they can pinch me, wake me up, and say Baby, this was just a nightmare
Oh well, still doesnt change a thing,
Here we are, this very monent, this very time... So what now?
May 3, 2017
May 3, 2017 at 10:57 AM UTC
It's all said and done
You know you can't have your words back right?
You can't unspeak them
You can't unthink them
You can't retrieve them from my ears
For they are words,
The words you have said
Don't feel sorry for me now
No time for guilt now
What's has been done, has been done
You can't tumble and drown in regrets now
You can't go back
Wipe those tears now love,
They mean less to nothing now
Life is not a Personal Computer my friend
There is no Cntr + Alt + Del,
There's no undo, the Cntr + Z
No do overs
Yes my friend, you did it
Yes buddy, you said it
Forget about the yesterday now,
You never getting it back
But you are here now
We, are here now
So what?
It did hurt like hell, Yes
Do I wish I handn't heard it nor saw it, Yes
Do I wish you'd turn back the hands of time, denitely Yes
Oh how I so wish I had Harry Porter's wand and Hocus Pokus myslef out of this
How I so wish I someone could erase my memories,
Or how I wish they can pinch me, wake me up, and say "Lefa, wake now, it was just a nightmare"
Oh well, still doesn't change a thing,
Here we are, this very monent, this very time... So what now?
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017 at 6:33 AM UTC
You have to let it go
Lose control
Unthink
Penetrate
Lockness gone
The bizzare twist
Ironic plots
Synchronisations sake
Alive
Feel fuel burning
From fingertips light
Inhaling conscience
Desires
Center points
Plotting x and z
On scalic demeans
Concentrate
On the higher
Things
Ploring through
Time zonic tonic
Discussion closed
Rebirth
Reaknowledge
Stories told
Simple and divine
Asking heiresses
Jabbing hearts
Reliquient unheard of
Fortunes found
For hours on end
She will
Be mine
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 12:32 AM UTC
When you think something, you can unthink it
When you hear something, you cannot unhear it
When you think something, it isn't true
When you hear something, it's easier to believe
When you think something, only you know
When you hear something, the whole world can judge you
because once you say something
it's in the world for forever
so just because you say "jk"
doesn't make it right
Because you never want to be
in a bullies sights
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 2:50 AM UTC
No, it's really alright.
It's alright. I'm okay!
I stumble in my shoes as my heart falls out of place.
Are you awake? Wake up! Can you hear me?
I can tell you dead-on that you're here and I'm there,
I can tell you that just fine,
I just can't wash my hair. Or sit in warm-ish water for more than 4 minutes, or carry my breath while feeling safe in it.
How can I feel better like you're urging me to?
I will feel better, I swear, and as a matter of fact, I think I already do!
It will leave me alone; it will never happen again...
it will read every report and study my own eyes have read.
Then come back with a venegance,
with some sort of vendetta, a foe --
and make me unthink all the things I think I already know.
So ***** the dinner table, Mom's house, New Year's Eve,
***** looking tearfully at my parents, telling them that I need to leave.
***** the medications, MRIs, and echocardiograms
and ***** every time the symptoms performed these tests with empty hands.
EKG's normal! You're alright, and so's your blood pressure,
so get out the hospital, get some rest, and be reminded to always remain less & less sure.
Exercise, eat healthy, get plenty of sleep..
but don't mind being dizzy more than 5 days a week.
Because you're just fine! You're good! Just keep your mind in it.
I sure will, thanks a bunch! And be sure to tell the same to your kid,
because that's all I am, a child at heart.
Whose heart can't tell time, so when I stopped growing, it'd start.
I thought I was safe when I reached twenty one,
deadlifted 210, drove for a bit, couldn't see what was in front.
I don't need to be rescued,
I don't need you to care,
just don't get offended if you look over and I'm not there
dazed and confused, heart at an abnormal pace
stumbling, shuffling,
as it falls back out of place.
Jul 27, 2025
Jul 27, 2025 at 8:55 PM UTC