"untwine" poems
I’m left with no one to talk to,
with none to ever share
Only my blackened heart to feel,
the crouching, gray despair
I want to shout, to scream for help,
but I don’t have a voice
My soul is left in darkest void
without a single choice
The shadows whisper at my name,
they want to get along
They sing for me, and cry for me
a very woeful song
But I don’t care, I never heed
I know it’s now too late
To fix my very crippled life
And untwine my twined fate
It’s gone now, I failed all of it
I left it, I did shun
Leaving it to rot and to die
And wither cold and wan…
Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 8:29 PM UTC
I gave you my heart.
In return you broke my heart.
I handed it to you as a delicate flower.
You ran it over like a car going one hundred miles per hour.
I gave you everything.
Even my trust.
But you threw it all away for a thing called lust.
I believed every word you said to me.
Turns out it was just a lie you see.
I gave you a part of my life.
I wanted to be your wife.
Instead you just killed me everyday.
By all the harsh words you had to say.
All I want to do is pull out my aching heart
And tear it all apart.
Maybe then I could stop loving you.
I want to cry but I don't have any tears left.
I want to scream but I have no voice.
My body is numb.
This wasn't my choice.
I want to sleep
But you keep haunting me in my dreams.
I feel like I am trapped inside your scheme.
The way you look at me
Just makes me melt.
The way you say my name
Sometimes makes me forget about your little game.
The sound of your voice sends shivers down my spine.
Now I need some time to untwine.
I loved you so much but you didn't care enough.
How can I forget you?
Like you forgot about me?
How can I move on?
I am still in love with you Juan.
I want to break away from you.
I want to be free from you.
I just have to close my eyes
And wait until the pain dies.
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 8:54 PM UTC
I’m not one for writing about things that are useful
Things that can shape the world
Things that can help someone get on by.
I’m not one for writing about things that are relevant
Because whenever I write
You seem to have that presence.
That kind of presence that tends to etch itself on to the letters written
That kind of presence that tends to draw itself on to paper whenever given
And I hate it.
Hate it because your existence is all I’ll ever think about
Whether I’m busy attending to my own needs
Alone with too many words screaming in my head
Or anywhere in between
Hate it because you are the only one that seems to make it right
That seems to quell the angriest of storms
That seems to bring out the sun when the clouds hide it away
That seems to continuously extend even when I’ve given up reaching
Hate it because I never loved the idea of love
You’d think with all the love poems I’ve written
About how lovely it would be to wake up to your horizon
About how lovely it would be to walk upon sandy material with sea breeze all around
About how lovely it would be with our fingers intertwined
Because we both know yours fits right in between mine
About how lovely it would be with just you and me
That I would somehow love being in love
That my heart grows fonder with every moment spent
But I don’t
Its reckless
Its Foolish
For even the wisest of people grew without a heart.
Because they knew in order to live without pain
They would wish the bonds untwine
For they do not want a “yours” and “mine”
Yet somehow in the midst of being a cold-hearted *****
You found a way to stay and not ditch.
I’m too afraid to admit how deeply in love I am
Because I’m too afraid of losing something I had no idea I had
So please,
Let me let you know,
That I’m not one to write about things that can throw a life line
About things that can get you to say “You’re mine.”
About things that can be of relevance at this time
I’m more about writing about how much of a useless romantic I’ve come to find
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 1:15 AM UTC
Twenty-three and coming from my teens
I’ve developed along already categorized genes,
By those who think they know me,
When I’m only twenty-three with a molding mentality
I was once vicariously raised through parentally guided means
Socially slit by those that promised me prosperity if I was studious,
Taught the importance of individuality,
Yet forced to be obedient
Then indoctrinated with an educator’s prescription,
An addiction they picked up in a higher institution
I’m finding it hard to follow your lead, when you found nourishment in my youthful innocence,
Socially stitched through generationally fostered fixes
Notions that you could promise me providence,
I’ve been cradled in a crib riddled with termites
Time shows little sympathy for those who have yet to comprehend the promise of a six foot end,
Yet you trained me to believe you didn’t domesticate me
Despite being conceived in a place I was not well received,
You taught the importance of obedience
Yet I’m finding it hard to accept your ancestral credence,
When this place has been passed along bloodlines,
When my generationally guided grandparents' felt the final close of their eyes,
And left me a world pieced together by both atrocities and glimpses of humanity
I’m finding it hard to speak in a world with such narcissistic sympathies of the traditionally raised
Yet I’m socially sutured by the fact that I still breathe,
While being born in a place that once found stability through a slave trade,
A middle passage that led to a devious democracy
I’m so grateful we can mend what barbarians once began,
I’ve had time to age, enough to take the reins,
Though before we build our shrines of this age,
You can still pray for something beyond the grave,
Yet never forget how we've been stranded, left here to continue, or to fray,
To humanize a species that earth derived,
Or to let the braids of life untwine and give way,
During our generations' stay.
Apr 24, 2012
Apr 24, 2012 at 9:25 AM UTC
Frayed after many rains
the knotted rope struggles to hold its own
like a wilted fern before the first frost
subdued but predictable
veined designs trace the cloned leaves
drawing the complicated rails of
Manhattan’s underground
Hugging closely woven for warmth
dried leaves untwine. Released.
Driven by a light breeze
like tendrils sun kissed on a May vine
Curled up at setting of the sun
Mortared avocado green
The fern resilient but serene
May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 2:00 AM UTC
I work with knots,
loosen ends from ends,
careful not to snag
or break fragile cords,
intricate tangles of silken affairs.
But the ends unravel
as I release tension,
and I find myself knotting the ends again.
Over and over, I bind and unbind,
until the cycle lashes out
like a madwoman in desperate straits.
I want to write the wrongs, right them,
straighten them into one long, lengthy rope,
then try my luck again.
Find strands that won't untwine;
create the perfect notaffair.
Jan 29, 2011
Jan 29, 2011 at 11:55 AM UTC
You always find a way back.
You're light as a feather and your touch
is barely noticeable,
but then I feel every thread untwine,
I feel it drape over me like the heaviest curtain in the world.
I'm stuck
and I can't breathe.
I can't lift this curtain off of me.
I can't move
and I don't want to move.
I used to fly with the birds -
I used to be light as a feather.
but now there's rain plummeting
from the sky and drenching me,
making me heavy as a curtain.
You always find a way back.
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 2:23 PM UTC
It must hurt
To finally know,
What i contained.
-All the time that i thought you'll comprehend.-
You ask for forgiveness
from the paleness
that you've caused
and ofcourse you wouldn't know
as we were paused.
We're in flames of carmine,
Watching our souls untwine.
And a woeful combat
Between both
Of our demons,
Detached.
It must surely trigger,
Realising: the damages get bigger.
and I was a beautiful cave
for which you were allowed to pave in, your own path.
You dab,
An amount of prestige
Onto your personality.
Splashing all the,
Insignificance over my
Unattended morality.
I've taken too,
Too much of heart;
Too much of soul.
As i give up blood,
I'm musing over you
(Maybe) a last time.
I must alter my actions,
And turn them to you.
now that we're done
I let you live as a slave
cause the ashes that are deep buried,
the flames that burn with screams
often unheard
may seem to be easily blown off
but it won't
it's wrath.
Lastly here i am,
Reconciling my words to you;
Putting them together
In and out of place.
The last breath i take (in your name):
Your honor, i rest my case.
May 17, 2019
May 17, 2019 at 8:02 AM UTC
Gulls, gannets brooding
vying for plankton
Acrobatic flights, flappings
Swarm the blue
Chirping, tweeting another
To lave the silvery sea.
Impishly unclad moppets
Running and frolicking,
Some helping their
Fishermen father untwine nets
The evening venture their chaste aim.
Over the horizon
Is the Yellow Face
Lustring like a
Gigantique Bohemian Chandelier
Lapping on the repose waters.
Someday when am ripe and mellow
With means to own a crew
I will sail up that mulky horizon
And touch that glowing cosmic disc.
But mater says
"The horizon doesn't end"
"It goes in league miles"
"Even when a yore mile is sailed"
"It's unattainable, puerile and trifling" She'd opine.
Only these chiding words of hers
I never take for a dime,
I will engage in my venture
I will stand to be corrected.
This is my only demure dream
I will endeavour and suckle her
I wouldn't want an elegiac ending
In this beach I've known for eon.
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 1:30 PM UTC
Standing,
in the fading sun
beneath the early
stars and the
yellow lamps
that light one by one.
Geese bear witness
As they waddle past on
Tiny orange feet,
As our hearts untwine
Under the
Misty blue sky.
Your supple mouth
Pinches tightly shut
As you lower your eyes
To the ground.
Lifting the lace high up
Over your head you
Go off to be a bride.
Apr 20, 2013
Apr 20, 2013 at 9:33 PM UTC
Oh darling.
Oh darling!
Help knot this noose.
Spill out the contractors spindled spew.
My leash is as tethered as my thoughts.
Kick the stool angled foot
Remove tension,
don't slack.
I've decided I just don't want to keep my thoughts inside.
They aren't always sane,
but have tendencies to seek the "in."
My departure welcomes the cold and bitter.
As the winter.
To which the tree holds the sight of.
Chlorophyll picked away from leaves
to fulfill a coming life.
I will restore the color back in the splintered rings held inside.
This withered branch; my neck.
Ready to untwine
From burdening weight balanced on my spine.
SNAP!
Fingers snap to my fall.
4 counts per measure
Each conducted with quietus posture.
A contortionist to the meaning of nurture.
Oh you
Oh darling
Oh me, oh my.
Hanging from this tree oh why says I.
Do I have to die?
Oh right,
NO! Wrong let's lie in light.
That tree giving color,
given hope.
Painted again by my deaths brush stroke.
What I thought would be so warm and welcoming...
Is only what I had before...
Nothing.
Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 7:11 AM UTC
These two paths
Both mostly lit by other's lanterns.
Echoing with hisses of different answers.
Heart battle loyalty
Where do I truly lie?
Which hand do I untwine?
Clock ticks, licks lips, sparing for solid words. I sit and ponder with my own lantern: dim and rusted. Staring into the flame I see the glisten. Ahead the path, these light coming back. What am I to do? What do I say? This is the end oh dear loved one. I have chosen hand over name.
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 11:04 PM UTC
Perhaps
you divined
everything, each word,
is musically inserted
in the bonds tween us
Them
those
poems that untie with
shoelace knots so quick
reveling, seeing her bare back,
is but a bridge over waters
that demands crossing,
for a mid-way joining
When the night is dark,
trembling, each, we stand
by each other, tumble &
fall where we stand
Anyone can see, our unique
trinity, the admixture of
she-me-us, as we untwine
rolling downwards
on a staircase to Heaven,
Nothing makes me wonder
more; she is east, smoothie~polished,
me rough hewn from cacti
and dusty dirt, the only thing
polished is the tune, sung to her,
much practiced, strummed upon
her cheeks, hummed into her soul
If
I had a box of wishes,
they would each be a
song that we sing, that
made angels cry
Sep 20, 2024
Sep 20, 2024 at 9:19 AM UTC
How clever must I be
First I must untwine
The heart from the mind
Then I will speak plainly
And not in rhyme
You won’t know what
There won’t be a sign
It will only be a feeling
You’ll be happy this time
I don’t need toys anymore
Not if they cost money
That’s not important to me
Not like it was before
I can only see what is free
The way I think of you
Easing the pain you see
If I could make you notice
The sand cannot be the sea
She tried to ignore me
But maybe not
That’s what desire thought
I imagine what I can’t see
It’s not what can be bought
Not what had cause to weep
What life finally taught
Was how alone fear can be
If my heart says it cannot
Dec 9, 2017
Dec 9, 2017 at 9:27 PM UTC
A positive mind,
made to shine & untwine the fine lines of what it means to not be blind.
I have a positive mind.
I keep my spirits high
because they watch hoping to make me cry
I don't fight the pain inside
I absorb in, and let it ride.
I have a positive mind.
I know right from wrong but I make my mistakes.
I take the stake & strike the demons heart to unleash my true fate.
I am an angel, a child of God.
With much to learn but nothing to hide.
I have a positive mind.
I know life gives me trails and tribulations
But I am smart enough to know this is not my final destination,
True formation.
I have a positive mind.
To shine & untwine the fine lines of what it means to not be blind.
I have a positive mind.
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 7:00 AM UTC
*Trapped by the Devils touch
Blinded in all the lights,
Surrounded in all these lies,
I think the Devils calling me
Good bye...
Aim for not the visions
but the real parts of me
Aiming for what is real
and not distorting me
Blank pages,
Wrapped around my unmade mind
what kind of world do I live
Where I Should be able to untwine my mind
past the Devils lies
Because he didn't enclose me for centuries,
stand me alone in this cold cell
not knowing my own path,
was going be hell
Stuck in denial that my own spirit
was gonna to be taken
For My family,
Their going to be left vacant
The Devil was going to leave me to be unfound
Leaving my missing body naked*
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 3:19 PM UTC
Those words,
grow suddenly like thorn weeds.
Without warning,
they spread wide.
Reaching and choking,
reality to death.
It's a chemical reaction,
like chlorophyll to plants.
Blinded by vines,
that are fed by her light.
Thorns of memories,
dig deep until you bleed happiness.
It's perfectly overgrown,
10 years of blissful growth.
How enchanting,
to wither with you.
Sow our seeds,
and live.
We’ve suffered,
intimate drought,
periods of stunted growth,
dark days with no light.
We began to untwine,
then climb to seek a different light.
That day was our garden calamity,
You no longer fed me your light,
Or Nourished my roots.
You uprooted,
you...left...me.
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 7:27 AM UTC
And there she sat in silence
embedded with folds of loneliness
amidst terrible despair
and ear shattering silence
in a hope that somebody would come
who could possibly
untwine those folds
replacing the cold with his warmth
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 2:36 AM UTC
Two souls entwined,
lost in words,
lost in time.
Time lost, through two souls,
as words are lost,
as souls untwine.
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 2:14 AM UTC
we all know it.
we all have differing amounts of it.
we’re all doing the same cha cha cha!
we’re walkin through a waterfall, and we all at grab the same things
on the other side
we reach for each other and hold our arms up like victors
as our horses bleed
the horses being wednesday and saturday
they are the times we have left of our beds needing many more hours
with our loved ones
and knowing that the street is not as us
yet, unable to stop moving
we get one snap in the eye of it all to say it all-
and hell
maybe that helps
maybe the heaped stimulus of work has it’s time now
to give us that hammer we need
to know that our lives are numbered by irriversible clocks
that untwine in the furtherness of how we will be
so for now
we are given an untidy space, with a number
to say what we mean
before
we’re driven away.
Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 7:56 AM UTC
Take my hand
step in time
I am sure it'll turn out fine
just let the current untwine your mind
Every single step takes you closer and closer
With every single breath, you find yourself shoulder to shoulder
with Enimes and friends
With out the evil intent
I guess the stars aligned
And all we say are
we are all the same, in the end
Someone spots you
A jesture or smile
Its been a while, why not smile back?
Some peice of mind might finally come through
I think we both need a bit of good
Trust me, i know the game we're playing
A razor quite thin, the head of a pin
But balancing comes as second nature
Tomorrow we'll still have our chance to win
The lights light faces and faces light
Everyone is one tonight
Crack a smile its been a while
we've got the might
Not to mention will
to take something and dispite
hatred bleeding though
manage ourselves a lovely night
The colors of the glass
Surrounding little suns
Stain our hearts bright shades
We need to let the pain
Wash away
The irony is lost on me
But thats just the way i like it
ignorance is dangerous
but i think you should try it
Hatred fuels this night
But thats alright by me
I dont think ive ever felt so completely free
Venom drips from every cobble
on every corner
of every street
But i think you can do us both a favor
And turn your head as our hearts beat
Intermingled with the rythm
Love and trust the ones you meet
Just for the night
Its all alright
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 3:26 AM UTC
CORTÉS
Trailblazing pioneers, God’s harbingers:
The shining daylight of the Renaissance
Now swiftly dissipates the blindfold gloom
Of this benighted, dark, and iron age.
And as this dawn of culture greets the globe,
Our own Castile, of all the hosts of Europe,
Emerges as its greatest modern power.
If we receive the bounty of these lands,
So must we bear our duty to convert,
And shall redeem these hell-bound debutantes.
Coincidence?- That as the graceless Moors
Were drubbed and shunted from our Christian sands,
And in the very year our spiring cross
Eclipsed that toenail paring of a moon-
That new horizons opened in the west?
Do you not feel, my fresh adventurers,
That you are precious to the Lord, and chosen?
Strike sail! Exit.
ALVARADO You heard the captain. Up and at ‘em.
You porters, lash the tents to tame these winds.
The horsemen will untwine the provender. Exit Garrido.
SANDOVAL
The women must find tinder, turf, and fuel.
The sun is down. We race against the dusk. Exit María.
ESCUDERO
These heavy, gathering clouds have opened up,
And threaten to bestow unwanted gifts.
DÍAZ
It is the cyclone season out at sea.
SANDOVAL
Such scuddy weather bodes a sudden turn.
ALVARADO
Let’s hustle then to fumble up a camp,
And save our “oo-” and “ahh”ing for the dawn.
Exit all but Olmedo.
OLMEDO
Thus shall the ardent lights of Europe come,
And pour upon these newfound neophytes.
But will they be enlightening Catholic lamps,
Or a consuming fire to destroy them? Exit.
Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 11:58 AM UTC
He worked quite precariously
Plucking, unthreading, tearing
Until the sheer glimmer dimmed
The needle bobbed with rhythm
As he'd untwine multitudinous threads
And mercilessly string them along
Patterns so intricate yet so flawed
The carnal ambivalence stitched
In the lush red silk
Yet tailor beware
As your patterns removed the seams
Of a work so beautiful
That you left remorselessly
In tatters.
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 7:37 PM UTC
As I lay silently onto this room –
A dulcet wistful moment comes to mind,
Over a love I can’t depart behind.
‘Twas a spot where it used to be my home,
Those old priceless times where I always roam.
A glimpse of your face so beauteous and kind,
Love unequaled and never will I find.
I evoke those restless nights in my room,
And to think of your fairness endlessly.
No matter how the years elapsed and untwine,
Still, I reminisced and loved your beauty.
Just your name! My heart reacts in a bind!
This poem’s made to refresh your memory,
To ease the solitude, and unwind.
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 8:22 AM UTC