"unwant" poems
Too soon did things blow away:
with the wind went the truth.
And certainty remained lost,
to the dark morning hours:
A place my heart bloomed for you
and later burned 'til black and blue.
Careful
Too easily did the river run dry
with endless weeks of searing tears,
ripping open the agonies of love
unrequited, weaved in shadows:
The torment of which all hopes are soiled.
Beaten by lies of secrets well toiled.
Realistic
Too fatefully did the soul shrivel
under the brutal lashings of Unwant:
carving hollows into the passions,
dredging the unworthy pangs deeper.
To the bottom of the world without light,
one may find a BROKEN HEART without fight.
Human
Sep 7, 2012
Sep 7, 2012 at 2:27 AM UTC
Black
Creeping through my soul
Tainting everything as it goes
Ruining as it goes.
Despair
Is what it leaves
Never truly knowing
What could be
Loss
You meant so much
Now you're telling me
You just don't know.
Death
Must feel better
Than this sense of unwant
Your killing me from inside out.
Sep 26, 2011
Sep 26, 2011 at 2:49 PM UTC
(Let's pretend we are off the stage, the shadows have reached our bellies, the rest of us will be eaten soon enough).
These are my memories, like a noir film,
of you pressing my unwant down further
into my throat. You spoke too soon of a
happy ending where there could be none; there
are too few songs between us and I never even
enjoyed your ****** music. When I think back
to those sullen years, do my fingers tremble?
You can be assured they do. Two roads diverged;
the one less traveled (I thought I took it) and yet,
to find, in reality they had been worn down just
the same. I no different
from my mother who tried so very hard to
escape--to burst colorsong out of her breast.
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 8:22 AM UTC
Sometimes I stand in the shower when I'm sad,
and I think, and maybe I hope,
that the hot scalding water will wash away more than just the days dirt from my body
maybe, just maybe, it can wash away the sadness
or the feelings of unwant,
or maybe even more,
the feelings of nothing at all
so there I stand,
and there I wait
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 10:42 PM UTC
this surly hour
I entered a new world
where the old become strange,
the known go unknown;
Siblings and elders
relations by law, friends, teachers
who we knew so long
go acting unknown
either me, unseeing
for who they are now
or them, acting distant;
Those who we loved
feign unwant,
who we adored
flagrant;
Now here like the onion
I peel the layers
going sepia from ambient
just the highlight
of this twilit hour when
beloveds go estranged
Nov 23, 2024
Nov 23, 2024 at 9:47 PM UTC