"untwined" poems
This morning was one of firsts
and one of fists.
My lashes tied together
untwined the way they always do.
slowly
For the first time in six years
I had forgotten the date.
I pushed my feet through the maze of layers
as if I had someone to wake up next to
My optimistic attitude wished they were not there
because they were running a little late.
I threw on an outfit...if you can call it that
and went to the store
The violent red that attacked me at the front
brought me the realization that it was in fact
the same day
just a year ago
that I would have prepared for
weeks ahead instead
I made myself a meal and poured a glass of wine
as the white outside made
all of humanity disappear.
...and it was beautiful
I bought myself flowers, and lit candles
I snuggled and rubbed my feet together under a red blanket
and listened to songs about loving yourself.
I feel a little bad
I feel a little good
but most of all
I feel
I know
that before loving all of those lovers all those loves ago
I must be loving to the mornings
when there are just my feet in the bed.
This morning was one of firsts
and one of fists.
My lashes tied together
untwined the way they always do.
...and for that I am grateful.
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 3:00 PM UTC
They all had tambourines for faces
which jangled when they laughed
fingers made from untwined
basket cases
and dusty jeans filled with the wind that caught them
they all sat down for dinner
It was spaghetti again,
"Spaghetti! Spaghetti! Spaghetti!"
They all shouted in chorus
and then they all laughed
and a butler made half of
giraffe bought wines
to the table out stretching his limbs to fill each space,
a few bottles of champagne
a cork whizzes through the air and hits a face
a drum and melodic rattle snake sound
and then the guest had fallen down
and fell apart
and the rest of the guests
realized they had no chests
and fell apart too.
It was time for the butler to tidy everything away again.
Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 8:09 PM UTC
The STORM comes in fast. But doesn’t last.
My heartaches my soul shakes as time without my soulmate grows.
I toss and turn and always yearn for that smiling glow.
The tears come hard and so does the pain even standing in the rain can’t wash away all the pain.
INTP Loves INFJ forever untwined in the mathematical universe until the end of time.
That’s my STORM
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 9:24 AM UTC
Over the many years which have passed, my mind constantly brings me back to one place
Where the strong waves crash against the heavy rocks
So powerful, whitecaps form on the waters surface
Could easily knock a grown man off his feet.
But I am secure on shore, dry and content
Blindly in love
For you are beside me where I've always envisioned you
Hand firmly wrapped, untwined with my fingers
You told me I have no reason to fear.
We sit here for a long time, in silence
Connected by our hands, our bodies lost in an unspoken moment with Mother Nature
The wind confirms it's affair with the trees, deep gusts of air blow through rustling up a wonderful sound
I become cold, involuntarily shiver.
Your arm wraps around me, and I shiver again
Just not because of the wind this time
Drawing me closer, I am with you
The birds, the lake
This is all for us
I never want to leave
Transfixed in a dimension furthest from our own
My eyes grow heavy, and I am afraid if we leave here now that things might change
I'm always weary and afraid of the unknown
You pull me to my feet and kiss me so strongly
Breaking apart you say the first spoken words in hours
"I don't know where you came from, but I am so glad you're mine".
The wind carried those words away from us
High above, under the winds of sea birds.
Across the lake, whispering
Across time.
As I sit here, in my
Cobweb covered rocking chair, miles and miles from that spot
I could've sworn I heard your voice carried with that last gust of wind
As it blew through my hair
"I don't know where you came from, but I am so glad you're mine"
Sleep overcame me,
And I dreamed.
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 3:32 PM UTC
Plastic really, actually,
It pumps and Hemo flows.
The doctors placed it
beneath my breast
How long will it beat?
None knows.
I’m undersized for seventeen,
Brown eyes and auburn tresses
A year behind to graduate
with my friends in their prom dresses
Back when my heart was still my own
before my failed bypasses.
I was like many High school girls,
I slept through history classes.
.Back then there was a boy I loved
We’d spend hours on the phone.
His smile made my heart skip a beat
when it didn’t on its own.
Then I fainted in my science class,
my complexion turning blue
Mister Sullivan saved my life
by knowing what to do.
Now can I give my heart away,
a heart that’s not my own?
Can I feel as I used to feel
when its just us two alone?
Was my soul within the heart
that died when we untwined?
Is that spirit an illusion,
just a construct of the mind?
Will this heart race in your embrace?
Will your kisses taste divine?
Or am I just the Tin girl
feeling hollow all the time?
Dec 26, 2011
Dec 26, 2011 at 4:31 PM UTC
The sun leaps
into responsibility,
freshly pressed dripping
another delectable day
into me, though it knows
and has always known
I am still not ready
caught in a thread
spun by the same spider
that spun the night
I live between:
I should know better
than to stay in this
cocoon
with hands untwined
enough to hush the alarm
and bat unease
from creased pillows
let all dust and web
surrender to the solvent
between things.
I comb through
last night’s dream
as it pours itself into
my favourite cup,
stirring the yawning tides
and dissolving them
with the stars
and watch
with heavy eyes
as the morning shadows
dance on porcelain walls,
disappear
into the infinite window
where the oldest light
that silently lights
the distant meadow fields
lights the cracks
of this room
waits
and continues to wait
for me.
Apr 27, 2025
Apr 27, 2025 at 6:59 AM UTC
Who owns the sunset?
Who is mistress of the stars?
Do the navigators of fortune
Sit at a table and boast?
Are the humours four fine sisters?
Can it be that I am
Master of all these things?
Do I hold the yet untwined
Ball of string of the future in my hands?
My hands. My hands of no strength,
My hands of no extraordinary skill,
My hands that arrive at eternity unclean.
These fingers that are whole
In spite of broken spirits
Are treated as the fingers
Of perfection.
Of blamelessness.
Of forgiveness.
The threads of time
Are dusty in my fingers.
A fine mist of sediment
Crumbles at my touch.
Delicate stars are loosened
And burn out in my sight.
Reaching up I return
This future to the hands
In which It belongs.
Stars and light dance down
Into my eyes, and I know
Who owns the sunset.
May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 9:55 PM UTC
Who owns the sunset?
Who is mistress of the stars?
Do the navigators of fortune
Sit at a table and boast?
Are the humours four fine sisters?
Can it be that I am
Master of all these things?
Do I hold the yet untwined
Ball of string of the future in my hands?
My hands. My hands of no strength,
My hands of no extraordinary skill,
My hands that arrive at eternity unclean.
These fingers that are whole
In spite of broken spirits
Are treated as the fingers
Of perfection.
Of blamelessness.
Of forgiveness.
The threads of time
Are dusty in my fingers.
A fine mist of sediment
Crumbles at my touch.
Delicate stars are loosened
And burn out in my sight.
Reaching up I return
This future to the hands
In which It belongs.
Stars and light dance down
Into my eyes, and I know
Who owns the sunset.
May 25, 2013
May 25, 2013 at 9:55 PM UTC
"Give your heart a break from knowing his favorite color
Give your heart a break from dreaming about his lips and his eyes, remember the ones you spent countless nights getting lost in?
Give your heart a break from conversating with his shadow and start getting to know your own skin
Give your heart a break from drowning his phone in one sided apologies and hopeless "i love you's" you've done your best i guess and my darling I can't tell you why he is so cold hearted but I can tell you that there is a fire burning inside of you and your lungs are evacuated your burning building and it'll come out the right way in the end i promise and yes he's a **** but you hopelessly fall at his feet and can't help how the love you have found is killing you faster than a gunshot and quicker than an overdose, my dear I'm so ******* sorry he doesn't understand how much you love him and I'm sorry your veins have become untwined with his but you wanted to fall in love the contract clearly stated the consequences of loving this dangerous boy things are bad now but I know he'll come around i know it, after all once you fall in love the first time, you never really fall out of it but for now just do yourself a favor and give your heart break." (v.m)
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 12:59 AM UTC
I didn’t know who I was looking at—
Not at first glance.
I thought maybe you were just another soul
I’d cross paths with,
Someone I’d walk this Earth beside,
But not with.
Never in my wildest dreams
Did I imagine wanting to walk this Earth with you.
Maybe it was your hazel eyes—
Glowing like warm amber veins
Spread across a leather canvas,
Glints of green dancing around your irises
Like sunlight flickering through the forest.
Maybe it was the way your hand felt in mine—
The weight of it,
Not heavy in burden,
But in depth.
A weight that whispered of both love
And long-held sorrow.
When we first met,
I didn’t know who I was dealing with.
I was dealing with a thief—
An unapologetic one.
Because when your lips first met mine,
Something inside me shifted.
Something twisted… came untwined.
A knot I thought would never loosen
Was finally pulled free.
And for the first time in a long time,
I felt love again.
You stole my heart—
Effortlessly,
Unintentionally, perhaps…
But completely.
You became the center of my gravity.
You pulled every bit of focus from within me
And held it like it belonged to you—
Maybe it always did.
Now, all I want
Is to give you everything you’ve been missing:
Love.
Affection.
Gratitude.
Attention.
Appreciation.
Respect.
And the quiet safety of being seen.
Fully.
Honestly.
Tenderly.
You, the thief who stole my heart...
Can keep it.
Mar 13, 2020
Mar 13, 2020 at 3:34 AM UTC
He was a thief of the utmost malicious kind
He stole my heart
While he seduced my mind
His words melted my ears
He kissed my eyes blind
His skin numbed my hands
His taste destroyed my insides
He smelled of desired illusion
He took my senses for quite a ride
Once I was subdued sedated untwined
Fueled by the desperation of heartache he made love to the night
With a beat in his pocket
A stride to the right
His spirits lifted
With no regards to mine
Dec 17, 2016
Dec 17, 2016 at 1:57 AM UTC
It's kind of funny
How the person who gave you your first breath
Is one that makes you want to have your last.
Laughter once meant to express joy
Now used to cover up void
and anxiety
Of speechlessness
and neediness.
Being the one who begged to move
And now begging to move again
For what used to be Camelot
Is now the worst place.
It's funny how humans talk about love
As though love is tangible.
The way lives intertwine
Oftentime becomes untwined;
Parallel.
That's what it's supposed to be at the end isn't it?
Straight lines on man-made machines?
It's kind of funny
How what man made while living
Becomes the thing that tells of their leaving.
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 12:27 PM UTC
I was seduced by emptiness and void because I was afraid to be whole.
If we find true love's soul in the next life
When it's time to unite.
I'll go untwined
I'll still be lonely
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 4:56 AM UTC
( death )
Across the drought stricken California Valley
( the new Dust Bowl has come )
::
( the dry winds )
//
The image of the soul of man
•
The empty soil
The empty heart
::
We have lost our love !
we have lost the will
To unite and feed ourselves
•
we write lame poem
Praising our doom !
//
The vision of a graveyard
//
We are untwined corpses !
( we call it what we want )
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 1:46 PM UTC
Understanding what inside,
I've always tried to hide,
The anger and hatred behind my pride.
Realizing what I've done,
Hiding from myself I've run,
For escaping reality that can be fun.
Lurking in the shadows I've watched,
Friends and families enjoying life untouched,
Zealous I grew and emotions I've brushed.
Now of 20 I see why,
As a kid I've felt derived,
For life for me was a Lie.
Hatred in the heart came untwined,
Releasing all my heart and pride,
Only to find in its place I cried.....
The heart of pure love from which from I'd hide.
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 3:21 PM UTC
A month ago you were there while needles poked and pinned my skin. There where secrets came untold and where I lied becoming untwined. You were only a face, a physical being in the present but not so in my presence. One who I was told to be careful around. For my physical being is safe, but the lively part of me, my whole being, feeling every existing thing, a wall was a safe bet. But it took less then a day. Realizing love can and does happen quickly. Our souls have become one, and I can feel a part of you in me. You are a beautiful one, your heart, the parts of you that hurt, your existence. One that I appreciate and can feel fully in my heart. I love you.
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 4:05 AM UTC
For my night have grown dry ,
My lips turns into shiver
Tears unto ice ,
For my nights have grown dry
This is my ember , words in replay
Worlds untwined , unwittingly remorse
For my nights grown dry
The peculiarities of my dreams drown into nightmares , the world i once knew, now tainted...
Oct 26, 2019
Oct 26, 2019 at 3:13 AM UTC
We are string connected
by time and motion
never being cut.
But knotted waiting to be
gently untwined.
So that we once again can meet
in another moment.
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 2:54 PM UTC
And so it begins,
Like a wispful waste in the wind.
It begins to tear and grind me down to nothing but a pulp of a mind,
Nothing connected or healed, only beated and untwined.
I begin to sense the depths of my perception become foolish,
With a darkish grin to rule with.
Shaking, trembling with every step I walk,
Yet I know not.
My mind tells me that it's THE END,
The INEVITABLE END.
I can feel it's seductive claws pull me into the abyss. Believing its words.
Darker and darker I begin to reside, I begin to fall like a raindrop on a stormy night.
Only, the sun isn't going to come out nor will the night end, my wills bend.
I can feel a fade become bigger, and seepin in is shadows that surrounds.
Oh my, what a sickening insightful time.
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 2:04 PM UTC