"vouching" poems
Better that every fiber crack
and fury make head,
blood drenching vivid
couch, carpet, floor
and the snake-figured almanac
vouching you are
a million green counties from here,
than to sit mute, twitching so
under prickling stars,
with stare, with curse
blackening the time
goodbyes were said, trains let go,
and I, great magnanimous fool, thus wrenched from
my one kingdom.
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They sit
Two feet away from me
Spewing sh*t about friends
I don't turn
Staring at my computer
In a slight fit of fear
That my turn will be next
I know plenty about them
And they know me too
But who's to say
That even if I don't turn
I won't be next
They love to talk
Vouching on that their word
Won't be spread
It will
Mar 1, 2022
Mar 1, 2022 at 6:28 PM UTC
what ever happened to originality? the way were living is pure brutality.
trying to find ourselves in a world thats so broken, where no one really listens to the words being spoken.
were all clones of societys creation, waiting on the world to change, but no ones vouching for retaliation.
we'd rather be silenced by a higher power, do you not remember this is our world, you cowards.
we must take our stand before the end comes, are you not frighened by the idea of what we may become?
this is a battle we cannot afford to lose, will you rise when it is our time?
Aug 17, 2011
Aug 17, 2011 at 9:39 PM UTC
The silences, the whispers
The sound of the shell
The clinkers and the clunkers
All join to tell
A tale untold, yet never forgotten
Of a girl and her beloved
Lost in the mirage of the ocean.
They sit, they stand
They walk, they glide
Vouching their love
O'er every star and tide
Holding hands in trust
Making memories right
As the world bids farewell
And sleeps a good night.
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 3:04 PM UTC
So I guess you and I will die apart, then.
And would it make a difference if it
Were Not So?
From the train
I saw the moving buildings in the fog
They did not know.
I watched a man who had not looked at me
For all the time we spent together
Pick up a pen and write.
He showed a care for words
But not for me.
He was not for me
He did not know.
The lives we touched and made from passing blurs
- A friend defined and sharp in vouching care -
As hands can hold caress and make a face
To trust in eye to eye in day to day
For all the tumbling times to be.
That made a difference
We will know.
Nov 20, 2010
Nov 20, 2010 at 11:33 AM UTC
I feel, invisible
Was I born for decoration?
You say I'm important
But your actions contradict
Your words - no
Your lies
That you want me here
Because all you have done
is destroy the trust, that,
To be honest
Never existed in the first place.
You say I never listen
But when last did you look at me
Really look -
Through my angry disguise
And realise, you are the disappointment
I tell you what you have done
And you tell me what I have done, wrong
I was trying to change;
Why should I change
For somebody who will never change, ever
Because you are right, I am wrong,
And stupid for ever trying
To convince you.
All you have done
Is made it worse
In turn
My anger has erupted
Is my genuine happiness
supposed to be
a side effect of yours?
Because I think I have become immune
And you have been feeding me this medicine for too long
If I put you first
You downgrade my actions
and turn them into dust, somehow
If you put me first
I must have asked.
Can you admit
Acknowledge
That what I want is not
What you want
Can you respect that
Or do you enjoy complaining
Over
And over
Again
About things that
You don't try to prevent
But now I don't care
Because you didn't - don't care
That I cared
That I tried.
You resent my actions
And complain
Denigrating who I am
But that is your opinion
And your opinion does not
Dictate my life
when you never even listen to mine
If you do not want me here
Why did you bring me
Just so you can show me off for
One hour
One hour of fake
And downgrade me
For the next five
Stop trying to change me
Because you made me who I am
Whether you like me or not
Even if you are never
really here.
You are going to say the same
For me
I am trying to change
But you are not
Because you are using me as
An excuse
To justify yourself
And your actions
I am not vouching for your acceptance -
Frankly, I resent who you
Are turning me into:
The opposite of who you
Want me to become.
I walk like
I talk like
I look like
A decoration
I say why
I shout why
I stop myself -
Now I'm in trouble/
At least, I'm no longer
Invisible
But what do you expect
When you treat me like an obligation
What do you expect
From an ugly decoration?
Never mind
After reading this you'll just get angry
And punish me for having feelings
And shout at me for having feelings
And say I'm wrong, discard my feelings,
Replace them with yours
And I'll say I'm stupid
For believing you would listen
For once.
Did you notice, I always stop talking
Because I will end up saying how I really feel
And waste my breath
So I wrote it instead;
Paper listens to me
in a way
You never have.
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 5:31 PM UTC
I hear the Violins,
Vouching for each trivial,
But fair feature of yours that lies chaste.
I hear the Violas,
Bearing the melancholy,
Your heart conceals deep within.
I hear the Cellos,
Pouring the velvety essence of love,
In my sullen ears.
I hear the Woodwinds,
Singing for beauty, calling for love-
All in unison.
But then the Clarinet disagrees,
For the sheer taste of dissonance.
There,the Oboe tries to moderate,
As the Flute flares up,
Emphatically proposing the passion be mutual.
Then the Strings intervene,
And all play in unison-
The purest articulation of the desire,
For love - yet unmet.
I hear the Brass finally,
With Percussion on its side,
Sounding as though Zeus were to erase Mount Olympus,
Arising turmoil,
Provoking the Strings and the Winds,
Ousting the gentle harmonies,
And ousting the gentle melodies,
And alas! ousting the very notion of love.
Yet,I love the symphony.
And You - are the symphony.
The most beautiful I've heard.
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 10:06 AM UTC
Crouching demon on my bed
Flouting reason, bringing dread
Crouching demon of yesterday's me
Vouching freedom for shamed crazy
If you had eyes they'd surely shine
But to some surprise I merely find
Instead of sections of fear and fire
A gaunt reflection of my reared desire
Crouching demon, don't choose me
I fling freedom at a bruise I call envy
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 11:45 AM UTC
Here's we are again, penning thoughts and emotions
Like soaking off the excess out our underarms where skin quaffs on the sweat and odour till the air sets in
EMOTIONS HAVE PASSED and EMOTIONS HAVE BEEN SAVORED, Quite an anthology. We keep each other alive and inspired as poets
Whether we are trending or sharing and adding to Collections; there is certainly a consciousness in there
What subject matter would make for this object's subjugation to sense and reason.
The object being the writing here present to play plaintiff against ignorance and iniquity
Idle-minds to their defence are short-sighted as they have whims whisked by the moment
So who can really blame the ignorant and uneducated for they long for the rush and excitement... raw passion like kissing bosoms for the first time and unfurling a woman's body as the clothes surrender into your hands and collapse on the floor
So the unintelligent are merely maniacs in their own right
So we leave this verdict to the jury
The neutral minds that neither vote for poetry nor prose
Never vouching for friend or foe
Dissecting potential among amateur and pros
A little diction to feed off an addiction of anecdotal fiction
In it Again, poised to put words to phrased tapestries
And I will resuscitate and alleviate as I heal from poetry hypochondria
Where I constantly play tricks on myself
After I read the product, the synthesis is simply: I've done it, I'm in it again.
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 2:45 AM UTC
don't please
don't
do anything
to get my
attention
chance is
you already had it
,',',',',
Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 1:59 AM UTC
A dear friend who comes to my aid
Everytime, no matter what I need or want or just be
Because he is the best friend one can have
Stands by always attending to all
Mine, and always cheering me
Beyond the world’s noise
Predicting what I can’t
Thank you my friend
Vouching for my success
Despite discouragements
Quite a lovely birthday
You have, with the world
Cheering you always
Amazing friend I have
For eternity
Sep 5, 2024
Sep 5, 2024 at 9:23 AM UTC
Words are lines drawn
They keep me in line
I have sides
Dark and light
Fuzzy grey black white
It's to stand
It's to be truthful
Comfortable, live with yourself
To not run
To be proud of yourself
I can't wait for a friend that opens me up
I had such a friend, opened me up, dark and light
A lot feels like lies
'Face' I think they call it
I want to sing without face
With truth
Honesty
Hopefully there will be a crowd
It's not the most important thing
But I hope there are people vouching for me
As I am myself
The sound of myself
The scope, the voice
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 6:33 PM UTC
My body shivered
My skin turned pale
My spine quivered
Scratches all over by nails
The voices angry
Vouching for my life
Demons hungry
Ready with knives
Behind closed eyes
A hell appears
My soul terribly cries
Then it disappears
Sleepless horrific nights
The stirring voices and their lies
My soul painfully fights
Until my eyes open to the blue skies
Day becomes tiring
As night spent with lingering creatures
Hovering and firing
Cursing the healing preachers
I am a fighter
I've become stronger
Tho my body seems lighter
And nights have become shorter
The demons die of hunger
As they are out of feed
Coz I've controlled my anger
And that was their need
Fought this battle for a few years
Now my sleeps are good at night
My soul no longer fears
As my spiritual guardians are ready to fight...
©sim
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 4:25 PM UTC