"whisps" poems
My stomach and head
Are boiling with sadness
And my internal organs
Are steamed from
The inside out
Love doesn't exist
For me
Curled up in the fetal
Position I ask for
Help from anyone
And all I get
Are ghosts of friends
Whisps of smoke
Gone in a flash
I'm like a tornado
Of emotion and I
Destroy everything in sight
When people see me
Coming at them
They evacuate and I'm
Left to
Rampage all alone
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 8:05 AM UTC
I thought it was you
But it was silver lined clouds
Whisps of hair in the wind
A haze around the moon
And sunshine on my skin
It was the afterglow
That helped me realize
My inner lightness
Without the weight of your lies
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 6:20 PM UTC
God is spoken
From a potent Thing
we smoking Trees
Gaia birthed the bloom
breathed the boom
in the canopies,
In the wind flew the bees
and grew the pleasantries
Prana pushing
thunder through
sQuishing lemon trees
like a hundred new
Whisps of mists
and heavy deeds
Sit with honeydew
The gist of this
the lemon breeze
(We) Going tunnel view
Fits and Shakes,
seeking remedies
digging under you
Might be
dicking under you
Might be
Torn asunder true
Pirate borne to plunder you....
Sweat means gold,
what's been found
with lemon -ease?
I've been told
What in our eyes
is what we ever see's
7 seas,
more like 7 deeds,
filled with deadly feeds
Demons like to pleade
with ready rease,
Virus, the life that
spread disease
(it alters our sense
and what we please)
~Ahem,
***no te comas
la verdad
del diablo,***
today to trust
Might feel bad, but
none brought low
There's an easy in
WE Strong Standin',
N0ne brought low
and now we win
amen, a man
none start south
Its begun...
Light as
Potent as my prayers
**** the make-believe
***I can't wear it, ah
Dark is
Ever reaching
What do you receive?
***What you carrying hah?
Balance
(Is) an even preaching :
What we choose to be
***I can bear it ; hah
Come and help me unweave
those who have been so deceived
Those stuck in in the mud of ...
sputtering " how can it be ?"
**** the you or me, mentality
When Neurons Fire free
and Serotonins drained in me
You Might find Saraswati
sweetly swathing me
In glowing rivers,
poured off the moon
With Omens looming soon
With Omens looming soon
I been choking on my doom.
Dreaming
with Both eyes open
and a heart awoken ,
poorly stoking gloom
Too blind to see hope
but stoked, still
mocking roving
Vroom : im off to tokin soon.
Sh!t this blunt be totaled soon
I Might be total loon
an inverted magic man
who most often enwomb
those caught on the moon
Those stuck in the tune
For those who hear
this earworm, this tea room sloom.
This is for Those muted in zoom:
I've found traction in heaps
Breaking as hard and often
As the risen yeast
When you pass on the least
My Passion is to find
the passion of peace
its Stuck In the grasp
Fashioned with the sap
of my last energies...
May 3, 2022
May 3, 2022 at 12:27 AM UTC
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// //! \\ --\
/ / //--\\ !! \
/- //__ / /__\ !--!\\
/// /-- /_~\\ ==// /\\\\
whisps of silk collecting dust
built in secret built on shelves
of my poor deluded mind
/ / where i fool myself. \ \
i don't want to know the truth
/ / I don't want to delve. \ \
//---/ a place of evil spiders- - -\\
//!! and exquisite singing elves\/\!!\
no matter my desire to change
no matter my resolve
hanging by a thread
my consciousness revolves
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(((( ))))
soulsurvivor
(C) 6/4/2015
Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 4:44 PM UTC
*Flames Slowly Die In This World So Cold,
Yet I've Learned To Thrive In It,
Just As The Flourishing Inuit*
I'm
Ready
To
Change
My
Niche
I'm
Ready
To
Bloom
To
Full
Potential
I'm
Ready
To
Finally
Be
Me
*A Curl Of Smoke--My White Breath--
Whisps Through The Air
One Thousand Words I Never Said
Race Through My Mind
As I Stand In The Light Before Dusk
Soon To Be Concealed By The Billions Of Stars*
Dec 14, 2012
Dec 14, 2012 at 8:17 AM UTC
Silhouetted against a blank
Wall, lips curving
Dangerously;
Be still, my tender
Heart, your rapid palpitations will no
Longer be rewarded. In
Dreams your
Existence thrives within my own,
Five fingers wrapped
Around
Five fingers.
Slowly we were twisting, devoid of
Grace.
Once you were in full bloom.
A thousand repressed seeds,
Little
Whisps of hope sauntered effortlessly
From your lips,
released;
I was the warm summer wind, tugging each
Delightful murmur free,
Languishing in
The wealth, the weight of those promises, the scent
Of a new beginning..
How soon it became Autumn,
Your leaves tinged
With brown
Crumpling up, one
By one.
Those sweet seeds
Quickly made a home within the belly
Of a love ravenous
Fool, dissolving as
Steadfast as acid corrodes
bone.
Away, away....
You drifted purposely,
Without purpose.
Languidly, you attempted to brush away
The words, the very sentiments
That have stuck
To my ribs,
Like oatmeal.
What lives within the
Contoured ridges of your soul must be one hell
Of a mess.
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC
Cold air whisps
in the blue October
Tap Tap Tap
On the broken glass
Spine chilling sensation
creeps up on you
Tap Tap Tap
On your broken back
Closed burning eyes
never want to open
Tap Tap Tap
Across the wooden floor
It stands over you,
embracing your inner fears
Tap Tap Tap
On your shoulder
You are going crazy,
mental anguish sets in
Tap Tap Tap
It's all in your head
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 11:00 AM UTC
she stands still
with her eyes steadily
tracing the whisps of
air that circle in front of
her
her hands quivering
and yet her vision is so
solid
dense, cold memories
are leaning at the tip of
her tounge
but her lips won't budge.
she hears the words
letter by letter-
they just don't get why
she can't just 'socialize'-
why she's so independent
she's so quiet
she's so isolated-
but what i don't get is that
you dare to label her "shy"
and yet you don't even know
what she's hiding from
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 9:26 PM UTC
*This is a new angle for me....rather an opposite to those men who treat women like objects
Best reading whilst listening to this....http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N8LZGQ4MkvQ*
I don't think you get, me.
You. Do. Not. Understand.
I am not like those other girls.
I do not want to lie at your feet.
I do not want your secrets,
I couldn't give a flying ****
about your absent mother,
or your lost abusive father.
Your pain does not bother me
in the slightest.
But i know you will **** me like i understand it,
You will **** me with your grief, despondency and pain
You will **** me like you're hitting them with your words.
You **** me like you're ******* the world,
Sticking two fingers up at 'them'.
I know this.
I know you.
I know what you're all about.
I smelt it in the air,
caught your scent.
As soon as we met,
I had you at ten-to-two.
I listened with my big-ole-blues,
and made the right noises,
touched you in the right places,
made you protect me from the ghosts you told me were there
I made you believe.
I gave you one or two whisps of a my story.
To be truthful?
You aren't the man for my heart,
No sonny jim,
my wee man,
You aren't strong enough for my battlefield,
You have no more strength than you think you believe.
Your ****** prowess becomes your gun,
you **** me, BOOM
you think you've won.....
Hands on heart....?
Oh **** me, please....
(And that has two meanings, by the way)
You think i lie here for you?
No i lie here for Me.
I don't want no musclebound man
who means with his heart what he says.
The easy ***** are far better these days.
Coming from men like you.
I'm not ready for that ****
Love and romance,
woooaahhhh not one ******* bit.
****** up lil cutie.
I'll make you mine, come here you lil beauty.
(Sorry to slip a rhyme in there, then and now,
makes it more interesting, more, i don't know how)
And **** me sideways til Tuesday,
I'll make you be the King of my World.
Ha.Ha Jack my boy
**** me. Like. You. Mean. It.
Doesn't mean i am a two-bit *****
just know I've found a man i'm looking for,
and i'll stick around til he's spent all his bullets
And walk out the door.
To a new bar.
Silently as i sit here with a gin and tonic.
Silently laughing.
******* ironic.
And you thought you had me at hello.....
Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 7:41 PM UTC
She's wearing these long, bright red rainboots
On the sunniest of days
As if she's afraid that if she doesn't
She'll fade away and disappear forever
"You won't!" I want to shout to her
"You'll never fade away
Because you are the most beautiful thing
That has ever been permitted to stay in this world
To pass before my eyes
To smile... perhaps in my general direction..."
But she doesn't hear me
She is lost in her own analysis
Of the shifting clouds
The little whisps of whimsical water vapors
I see her spin slightly
Gazing up at their shapeless shapes
Her lips mouthing words that I cannot hear
For I am a coward and do not approach
O, What I would give to speak with her
For even the most slight of seconds
About even the most trivial thing in the universe
But alas, it was not meant to be
I walk slowly down the street
Past the cacophonous roaring of
The motor cars
As unflattering as they are to the ear
So she is beautiful
I arrive at the corner
The smell of tar and gasoline rise
From the steaming asphalt
I turn
And she is there
She is there and she is sitting
She is sitting on her bike right there
She is on her bike and I see her as I turn
"Hello" she says
She smiles as she says hello
I search for the words
To tell her how
She has owned my heart
Since the moment I laid eyes on her
"Ayeii" I say as the light changes
She giggles and rides away
"Hello I love you"
But it's too late
She can't hear me
I walk across the intersection
And continue my long walk back home
Filled with the hope that maybe it will happen again
Maybe I'll see her again
Maybe...
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 12:46 AM UTC
Slowly rises the pink dragon of dawn
Shooting flames from her maw in a waking yawn
Churning up whisps of fog from her nostrils, she sighs
Raising a rainbow belly to greet the too early skies
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 11:26 PM UTC
My body a float, my ships ablaze
drifting into the last whisps of haze.
I stare into the sun
and feel it glare right past me.
Wind whips my face, hair adrift in mirk
I think back to when that devious smirk
sent me away
and doomed all of my men...
The sand gripped me back, on the beach of my birth
twas the first step I took, into the future, inevitable dearth.
Doomed from the start
but far too blind to see
There on her pedestal, she once was my queen
this far from the shore, her gaze has no chains on me.
twas the hero of yore
absent my name, in the lore
The villain she made me, the destroyer of homes
wasting innocent people, a case of Fomes
has tainted my heart
and wilted me from the inside
Irreparable the damage of that Asp in the sand
holding me close, promising her hand
and cast me away
cast me away
cast me away
Sickly and venom-ridden, my soul and my mind
dreams of the woman who I must soon chide
I float in the mirk
Apollo wont watch me now
I pray to a god, in hopes I catch ear
and am given a chance to return from here
return from here
hand wrapped around spear
cast away away from home
into parts unknown
dying cold in the waters
most stranger to me
most stranger to me
most stranger...
Dear gods hear my plee
give me one last chance
to exact my revenge
and pay my way home
down straight into hell
with her head in my hands
Shallow eye-light guiding my way
May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 4:08 AM UTC
My Mother was sad –
When I had walked, talked
And left the girl there,
All alone in her bed,
The bed I’d fled
And cushion not my own
As I’m now laying,
Sheets up to chin
And lying as well, at home,
My mother’s home,
But the home she said,
I’d "always have.”
I roll over.
My bed, my very own,
Is hours away and if I were,
“There,”
I’d still hear her tears,
My mother’s
And those of the “others” I’d left
Behind, left before, abandoned
In that very bed that’s now
And hers, only hers,
Far from ours or ever will be;
An “Eden,” becoming exile;
Truth in prior trespass – an end.
I roll over.
And as selfish as all this may sound,
I saunter to the smell pancakes,
Maple syrup,
And fresh coffee in sobbing’s stead;
Up until the grief of a mother –
Tears atop tabletops,
A stream quite displaced from mad,
Where my visits, become few, far
And even further,
Most importantly – Alone;
For her, for me and it pains her even more,
The solitude of, “I.”
I roll over.
Alas, the clock’s ticking not only sorrow,
But something else awry. Awry or away,
Where mom’s finally tackled slumber again,
Snores intermitted renewed grin
Under dreamt up birthday cakes,
Sunlit orange juice and dandelions; Whisps
Breeding the only smile, her son’s come home.
So with light whimper, fried eggs come ‘morrow
And a small dog at her feet,
She’s in a moment, she’s satisfied.
The one left behind, probably not though,
As she’s atop a pool of tears and drapery boiled
Drink come reckless.
I roll over.
And like her, I’m still awake,
Dreams taunt, but sheep can’t sleep,
Because I’m –
A little ashamed, a tad content,
Still tired though and as odd as this may
Sound, or not,
Hungry for breakfast
As pancakes overcome pillow-muffled
Cries
And burnt bacon mirrors souls and a
Sacred long gone;
Solace in only one of the two being happy,
But one more than the two that weren’t before.
I roll over and will again and again
And again.
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 9:43 PM UTC
I went for a walk today
my mind lost amongst music and dreams,
It's difficult knowing you have a purpose,
but struggling to know how it shall be fulfilled.
But I carried on, mile after mile,
the long grass stroking my boots,
the wind tunneling my sound
and in that moment in time,
I looked up,
the clouds,
why is it that I always manage to find solace in the clouds,
their beauty, their formation,
their whisps, their depth,
their freedom, their wings.
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 4:28 PM UTC
Rest your face in these hands of mine
No grasp or claspe necessary
As steaming whisps escape your peppermint lips
I realize this
That you aren't even close to a distant memory, no
You are just as clay
A white lipped cup of herbal tea
Intoxicating and soothing
Dulcetly flooding all of these cold November senses in me
Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 1:30 PM UTC
they told us in psychology class
while we were studying
domestic violence
that a victim tries to leave
seven times.
i sat
and tried to think of
the seven times
mom tried to leave
i remembered at least three times
when she drove away
and we called and called...
when she walked down the road
and i wanted to go after her
but dad told me not to
she needed space
he said
i remember once when dad texted her
to try and find her
she texted back
that she was sitting in a field
watching the moon
spread its blankets
i remember a time when i woke up
to the music of my parents fighting
mom was hitting dad
spitting on him
saying he never gave her
money
...he never had any money to give, mom
he spent it all on you
i heard it all
at 4am
and came out of my room
because i heard once more
the melody
of my mother leaving
that oft
haunted me
a refrain
that repeated
more times than i can count
over the years
she was headed for the door
a coat over her arm
her purse in hand
her hair flying in whisps,
sticking to her lips
her eyes were wide
and livid
her face flushed
i grabbed her
i stopped her
i said
mom,
STOP.
you can't
leave.
it's late,
it's cold
the roads
are icy
there are deer out
think about your safety
mom,
we need you
here.
think about
baby jesse.
she stayed
that day.
and then the one that burns
in my memory...
i came into the kitchen
and she was fighting with my older sister
spittle flying from her mouth
as she shouted
one of them
on either end
of the room
a table
inbetween
hands
slashing the air
trying to articulate
neither of them
getting the point
i remember
mom practically throwing a chair at her
i remember
the loud
screaming
ear-drum bursting
roar
of that familiar refrain
it surged through my chest
as mom tried to leave
again
my older sister
is crying
mom is trying
to get to the door
i grab her from behind
she's hysterical
she scratches
at me
i block the door
hold the handle
YOU CAN'T LEAVE
i tell her
she is
incoherent
babbling
screaming
her face is wet
everywhere
i take her to the couch
she tries to fight me off
push me
hit me
scratch me
kick me
but i hold her there.
mom,
we need you here
i say.
i am
crying
as i think about
the seven times
my mom tried to leave
and the one time
she succeeded
for good
i realize
that she is not the victim
she was not the one abused
wronged
used
hurt
how can the abuser
believe
they are the abused
you are no victim
no matter how many people you convince,
mother.
you gave me life
but you took it
at the cusp of my eighteenth year.
i love you,
but it was
your
fault.
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 11:38 AM UTC
from 2501 miles away
dusk was plagued with silence.
bathing in solitude,
we sat together.
although seven states
lay between our sleepy limbs,
laughs rolled between yawns,
weary waves on a quiet coast.
few of your whispers spread
thin clouds coating gray skies,
but you were the sun.
and I found warmth mostly
in your soft laughter.
we tasted cigarettes that morning,
the breakfast of champions.
and the faint thought of you
tangled in my wrinkled sheets,
was enough to fill me up.
I thought the sweetest song
I might ever hear
would be the strum of your voice,
but maybe it was the
whisps of words I caught
when you sang and spoke
just under your breath.
I thought love would never
grab my aching limbs again,
but I let it carry me off
from 2501 miles away.
Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 1:47 PM UTC
Twirling and swirling and whirling
A flash of red whisps through the crowd of dull and funeral-like decor.
She spins aimlessly, messily through the practised, and utterly strictly ballroom dancers -
Their faces a monotany of emotionless control,
Their poise impeccable,
And only the tell-tale bead of sweat and counting under their breathe betrays the otherwise flawless act.
Again a flash of red, and the floor is filled with life...besides the robotic dancers (and I don't mean they were doing the robot) who were already in the midst of a rumba.
Her closed eyes lead her to and fro through the dancing dead,
Her wandering hands grasp at the music flowing through the air,
Although there is not a learned step to her unprepared jive and jiggle;
her passion and innocence are enough to let any shy observer know who the real master of salsa really was.
Her carelessness was enough to inspire anyone to dance as she did
-and to break the solid, conservative mentality of society
- and to break away from conforming to the norm,
And to be yourself, no matter what anyone really thinks,
Since even though everyone may judge you, there'll always be someone who thinks you bring life to the party.
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 1:43 PM UTC
Awaiting my orders to stand down
I roll myself another roll-your-own
Mullein style ~ Amber whisps
Shared with the wind and soil
My orders never come
So the decision is made for me
Standing orders are ******* by physical limits
I fall asleep on my feet
I stand down
By sleeping while I stand
Tough job
This is zombie work
Why do we let the vampires
Drink our blood
Just like the kids in
Art school said they would
i got soul but I'm not a soldier
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 5:21 PM UTC
Floating in my head as I drift into slumber.
Awakening to reach and feel. Feel that warmth.
Not coldness and tightness in my chest.
Breath the life back into me. Breath it. Breath it please.
Fear gets us all.
Grabs us tightly and is forceful and ridgid to relase.
But we can be free if we just relieve.
Relieve and retrieve our own life into ourselfs.
Just breath it breath it please.
Lonilness attacks hard
and we can't believe that anything can be strong and steady. Instead we take a step back and plead.
We're hurt and yet we hurt another in our attempt to heal.
But its not healing instead were stealing.
Draining others. Satisfying thirst. Inquenchable.
Take another sip its a sweet hurt.
So just sip it sip it until the last drop is disipating against your tounge.
Sour as vinegar in your mouth.
But your soul is tame and satisfied.
Then the wind whisps and air is knocked back into your tight chest.
And the clean oxygen is as beautiful as the warming sensations pulsing though your blood stream
But your energy is drained.
A pained soul drinks up.
Your heated blush face turns pallor and your extremities run cold as ice.
The vice drinks you up.
Keep on sippin until you disipate.
Nov 16, 2013
Nov 16, 2013 at 11:41 PM UTC
The Purple Veils Of Twilight Slithered Into The Sky,
Over The Sleek Surface Of The Stream Stars Tango,
Nighttime Prayers Skim Whisps Of Navy Clouds,
In The Reflection Of His Eyes I Found Myself,
Gracious I Let His Soul Sing Me A Sacred Lullaby,
Holding On Tight To Every Word I Wished To Say,
To Every Single Bit Of Beauty I Relished In The Stars
I Soulfully Sang To The Robins Song At Dusk As The,
Moon Slowly Arose From It's Daytime Slumber
Fields Of Dreams Spread Before Me, As I Slept,
Reminiscing In A World Of Beauty As The,
Evergreens Whispered In My Sleepy Ear, One Last,
Evening Melody, One Last Evening Prayer
Apr 28, 2013
Apr 28, 2013 at 9:25 PM UTC
Smokey Whisps.
Strength failing,
Teeth
Chattering.
Tiny insects.
And they circle one another.
Hands rubbed
And bathed in that cotton.
The only protection afforded
To young and
Hungry newness.
Enveloped in red,
Callous
And smiling
In a way that twitches from today
to tomorrow.
A pleading with gravitational forces.
A breathing that stops
And
Starts with gasoline.
Ever shaking.
Ever bending and losing
The way that their
Elders crawled.
An empty ribbed
Congregation.
They forget their own
Pardoned names in the end.
May 28, 2011
May 28, 2011 at 8:50 PM UTC
Immaculate dreams float through my mindscapes
eyes of liquid love washing over me
Strong arms embrace me just to let me go
you fade in and out like a welcomed stranger
you find my heart strings
and gently pluck most beautiful songs of love out of me
A sideways glance captures your full manhood ready and wanting
And as I turn, you no sooner dissolve into thin air!
An intangible love...
your thought prints lay all over my body;
my soul wraps itself around yours
only to twist myself into nothing.
ever dependent on these dreamy whisps
of visitations upon my request
my lovely ghost
A thought here,
a whisper there;
where are you dearest?
Please come to me,
I ache so much to
love you now.
Ephemerally yours,
a love that died a thousand deaths.
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 7:21 AM UTC
Once upon a full moon,
An immortal soul escaped it's vessel.
Illuminated by moonlight,
Whisps of the spirit gracefully glided down the eye of a rabbit hole,
swirling through the sphere of Life and Death,
caught inbetween their reflection of each other.
Their voices harmonized like a pious gospel-
the word of God.
The soul asked them to lay her down at the bottom of infinity,
where there's a cave of every dream ever conceived,
Appearing as fog on a horizon of memories,
spread across the sky like prophetic constellations.
May 14, 2018
May 14, 2018 at 3:44 PM UTC