"unuse" poems
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
there are days where i don't speak
to see how long id go unnoticed
there's a world inside of me
waiting to be set free
set ... set me free...
as days get crossed off your list
and im just check mark
on another four page to- do
anorexia of mind
i feel myself shrinking there
and i am forgotten
like borrowed clothes you once washed
and there are words
here dormant and still covered
in the dust of unuse
and i am falling flailing failing
to right myself
safety eludes me
i grasp at broken shards trying ransom something solid.
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 7:15 PM UTC
The Shape of Mourning
by Michael R. Burch
The shape of mourning
is an oiled creel
shining with unuse,
the bolt of cold steel
on a locker
shielding memory,
the monthly penance
of flowers,
the annual wake,
the face in the photograph
no longer dissolving under scrutiny,
becoming a keepsake,
the useless mower
lying forgotten
in weeds,
rings and crosses and
all the paraphernalia
the soul no longer needs.
Keywords/Tags: shape, mourning, bolt, steel, locker, memory, memories, penance, wake, keepsake, memento, rings, crosses, paraphernalia
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 5:47 AM UTC
I ache for the pinch
of the coiled steel beneath
each finger tip
pressing down sloppy
thoughts and sheepish
wishes.
The polished red wood
sliding across my palms
each pluck sending out
the perfect tone to settle
qualms
and topple empires
while building up cardiac muscle
never mind the fumbles
caused by unuse and long nights
of abuse
But even if I had the strings
it wouldn't change a thing
not a thing
Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 10:08 PM UTC
There’s a silent invisible in every person
And in you it strains to be read,
Like the creased pages of a forgotten diary
Spilling delicious secrets not meant to be shared
Like you it begs for the unspoken cue
From the boy who would tilt his head and listen,
But until then the mental melody you weave most beautifully
Knows only the tear tracks on your cheeks that glisten.
So on the day your voice slips through the cracks,
The cobweb dreams you bottled up in fear set free
I pray they won’t grow weary with unuse;
I pray he’ll let hear your silent muse,
ring crystal with no apology.
Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 12:37 PM UTC
Ducking behind trees and dropping to my knees to avoid you
Scouring leafy fields and trawling whole cities to find you
So that I can help you rewrite and be the you that you want to be but
who were you before me? And
do you really need me?
How?
I want to awaken you to the you that you are Now
Because
you are only half of what I hope we could be.
Am I a muse to you?
Do I unuse you?
Can I amuse you enough to give up on this love?
Eat me up
dive inside of my heart
tear it apart and find me
I am yours to take apart and put back together, however
I love you!
But need you to love you too.
See you and me
As ones, or twos or even three.
Dec 22, 2012
Dec 22, 2012 at 5:54 PM UTC
Shadow walker
Follow me into the light
The world will know
Your name - strong
Your suffering - silent
And the boulder
Blocking away your soul
Will crumble under the weight of the moon
Shadow walker
I understand life
In the depths of everyone's glory
Drowning in your unclaimed gold
And the tears of a silent voice
Life's talent perched on your tongue
Shadow walker
Come closer, I'll listen
Your lifesong is beauty
Cracking from unpracticed lips
Mouth dry from unuse
Shadow walker
I've lived in the dark
Take my hand
I'll be your guide.
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 9:38 PM UTC
Listen.
Gone.
Gone are the happy days of you and I chatting under the tree shade.
Gone are the promises we kept to unuse the blade.
Gone are the moments we shared watching Disney in the theater.
Guess that's our last time together.
I gave up long ago being your suitor,
Let's be honest, I was never worth fighting for.
Listen.
I'm long gone.
Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 10:28 AM UTC