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Hoshontomba Apr 2014
A declaration of benevolence
For a boy deprived of affection
Who is urged to bare his heart.
"I don't care"
Are just words verbalised in a manner
Seemingly self-convincing;
A facade of strength
When it's clear he's in pieces,
In despair, falling apart,
Trying as hard as he can to seem okay.
Mesmerising eyes express it all.
Occasionally one must hold their tongue
For holding your tongue is easily done
When one must deny feelings
Out of fear of challenging rejection.
Because both are apprehensive
In the face of emotion.
And she tries fervently to destroy walls
So resolutely built
With a motive of keeping out those with fabricated feelings,
While he didn't have to try very hard
To vaporise barricades of hers.
But how can it be demonstrated
That her sole intention
Is to show him devotion?
Original title from my writings: A poem in which I acknowledge pre-existing feelings that I tried to deny all summer.
Ghxstcxt Apr 2022
Reality hits
I gasp for my breath
I can see again after a red mist
Gaze at the destruction
There's nothing left
Bridges have been broken
Lives have been torn
Ripped apart by an anger
Without any cause
An anger without thought
The brunt of the damage is a verbalised slew
There's a weight to my words at the end of this fuse
All my mates are like DUDE!
Calm down...!
The **** is it with you?!
I'm like the opposite of Midas
What I touch turns to ****
Just pass me that **** to relieve myself
And I take a couple hits
But then I'm a car crash in a moment
A mental explosion
So I try and stop my involvement
This **** lasts for about a week
Till curiosity gets the better
And I've had another draw
Back to the start again I guess
Now my brains chillin with Curious George
Okay, I'll tell you a little bit more
About this "fellow"
This "Curious George"
It's a name for a thought
Telling you to dabble, to cause
Mischief and mayhem with packs of drugs
Your well earnt money has bought
Taking over conscious thought
Is his final master plan
Deception is his game
In the form of a helping hand
"Experiment with my **** to see what life is like"
"How can you say no to these wicked ideas"
"Yeah just take a pill, it'll get rid of your fears"
Now you're crawling around
Whilst you're bashed off your face
Climbing up ladders,
When really they're snakes
Then it's on to the tabs
You taste that tingle on your tongue
"Go on, lick another one, the fun has only just begun"
So you do another one
Until you've never had enough.
The life and stuff you knew before dims and fades away
A never-ending state
A shadow of your former self
A conscious living grave
Or that would've been the case
Had there not been a saving grace
To aid along the way
Answers are not answers at times
Answers sometimes are just answers
At times answers can be decitful
Time does reveal answers
Many times some answers are not what we want to receive
And so happens, we needed to receive that answer
At times some answers can provoke action
Some answers are just provoking their own honesty
Some say Love is the answer
Sometimes we need more time to answer some questions
Talking at times can add solution to the answer
Silence at times is its own answer
Action at times is the answer and adds value and trust to the answer
I mean have we not verbalised the saying, "The answer lies in the question " ?
#Ihopethistimethisanswersit
Danny O'Sullivan Jun 2013
Don't suppose you have any words, lovely?
I'm done for the night.
The life, mostly, lost 'em whiles back
Don't know where but I don't even use them as a blanket no more.
Might sound Romantic, that, but it gets cold right?
Been away a while, verbalised, very verb-y all fun
But
well
****
nivek Jul 2014
the future is all mapped out in the minds of some
your future in their minds and its looking grim
but you hold a secret yearning that cannot be verbalised
they would scoff even if it were possible
so you are stretching out moving slowly into the space
the space of your fulfilling the space and place to be yourself
that secret yearning is no easy task the sacrifices are yours
and no one else is prepared to make them for you
that's why its your dream you have worked it for years in the making
and yes immediate steps may be confusing but the long term map
and compass heading remain on track and the possibilities are endless
Ryan O'Leary Jul 2019
I'm back, after a 45 year
absence, part fugitive,
part ostracised, part exile.

" A lot has changed, since
             you left "

As if it needed to be brought
to my attention.

It is what remains, is of interest
to me, because the only constant
in life is change. No points for that
I am afraid.

Becoming American and having
a nice day, with the same climate
as was here when I left, is not the
attraction one think's it is.

The Clock House is no longer
reading five past six, the iconic
time it read as I was parting.

A semaphoric symbolism, which
verbalised, meant, get to hell out
of here, a request, rather than a
friendly suggestion.

So, what's home if everything has
been altered, including myself, as
I no longer drink!

Hmmm let me think ??

Buckley Brothers on Tuckey Hill,
is still here, the last bastion of
the Mallow I remember.

An oasis for sentiment, nostalgia,
tradition, where one can still look,
for what, you are not expecting to
find, (time), the essence of our being,
where the lost protocol of our past,
is still practiced, politely.


Ps.

Buckley Brothers is a hardware
in Mallow County Cork Ireland.
If it could be Trip Advised, 5*.
Ryan O'Leary Aug 2018
..


                      

        The sentence, no matter
        how short, can never be
       revoked, once verbalised
     in public, there is no parole,
       reprieve, nor redemption.

        Etched letters carved into
         tree trunks bare witness,
        ending up the epitaphs by
        those who scribe fleeting
        feelings, prone to change.

     Indelible tattoos, become the
      branded insignias of authors
    who chose to stain the papyrus
       with what will become their
             literary benchmarks.
i don’t mind it
being private

though I do dispute wiki having
opinions

i know it to be fact
and rightly so

those sell by dates are guidance
those some things live longer

we agreed to disagree only
never verbalised as such

we are still in lock down
and are locked in

metaphorically

gently
nivek Aug 2023
rejected thoughts go somewhere
especially when not verbalised
'say what'
have a nice star symbol on the forecast
six sided
and while I hear rain now
on the cat slide
know there will be no walk early
again

have tear drop symbols too
which is correct so a good
job done here yesterday

it would be no good today

cat howled as i put her out
she slept on the dining room
table again

all the telling that the uncut moquette
is most comfy
goes unheard

preferring dark wood

each day I wash and polish
hoping for a change in attitude

i have stories on the shelf
may write them one by one
some day

as

yesterday I verbalised some

the job sounds fine
out and about

he liked that
the freedom

— The End —