"wholely" poems
1. A little grin peeks out almost unnoticeable; an introduction, as the letters wax and take shape. Slippery from the thoughts, dripping and solidifying on paper. The wonderland of words has been entered.
2. A silver half of a plate, a yellow half of the nocturnal sun, an inked half of the paper. Imbalanced but semi-complete, words written halfway were still wholely thought of.
3. Midnight's peak is the best time to write. The full moon rises as the keyword is written. Clear as a mirror to reflect the emotion desired.
4. The ink is now running out, with the poem waning. It's coming to a close, growing into farewell's small smile. The process may be ending but the life of the product has just begun.
5. With the final curtain call of clouded skies and emptied minds, the poem is finished. The new moon take its place in the lives of people, invisible to the eye but fully felt with their hearts.
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 4:34 AM UTC
everybody’s angel bodies
find happening midnight
on Kansas pavements
hipsters’ motherwords are wholely robed by time
instant everything is ordinary
buggered city immortals --
annoyed, parentless, marijuana everymans
swiftly digging unknown eternity
groaning strange in the long mysterious night
roaring, vibrating kindness
from their holy tongues
blazing inner hideous human gold
draining ***** forever
draining everything
forever -
Moloch, Buddha, Abyss
Reduce, Reuse, Recycle
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 2:07 AM UTC
So soon, long gone...
Your time it was...
Nothing but the cold memory you left,
Nothing but empty sadness.
A lingering rain remains,
Not of the sky...
Wholely mine.
This sunny day parade,
wonderful if you had stayed.
Resolute with nothing...
I will keep walking...
One day, will I find?
Meaning to this flux of rain and shine.
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 3:40 PM UTC
She comes to him,
They walk together.
Through the dusky evening,
Past fields of heather.
She takes his hand,
Her fingers cold,
She starts to lead him,
Both gently and bold.
Soon the pass,
A playing boy,
Enraptured by,
Some simple toy.
Shortly, they pass,
An old country church,
Lovingly surrounded,
By a stand of birch.
Full of lights,
The windows shine,
While in the steeple,
The church bells chime.
Down the steps,
Carpeted wholely in red,
New bride and groom,
Joyously tread.
On they go,
At the end of the day,
Still his hand in hers,
As she leads the way.
They next pass by,
A tiny cemetery,
He sheds a tear,
To his wife in memory.
Finally, they come,
To the end of their travel,
His nerves just now,
Begin to unravel.
She smiles at him,
And pats his hand,
She whispers softly,
"No fear, no pain in this next land."
"She's waiting there,
For you to be."
He takes her hand,
Most happily.
Through the mist,
They both do walk,
The peace he feels,
Is quite a shock.
There she is,
He runs to greet,
Tight hug and kiss,
When they meet.
He says to her,
As he takes her hand,
"It truly is,
The promised land."
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 3:48 PM UTC
Wholely addicted to the thrill she gives you.
But can't you see,
shes tearing you apart.
Limb
by
limb.
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 12:10 PM UTC
Welling inside
Facing mirrors
Surronded , no way to hide
Cold like the winter
I'm laying there
The white snow is stained
Red
By my blood
My tears freeze on my face
My vision becoming fuzzy
No one will miss me...
The trees are spinning above my head
If only the clouds above me could hold me
The blade against my skin
Had torn away from me
My emotions
I had bled
I had cried
Alone with myself
I can't lift my head
But I'm aware of the soft fluffy
Snowflakes falling new
Landing around me
Nature calling me to join
Nature asking for me to take away the pain
To stop my struggles
My heart beats in my chest
Heaving labored beats
I just need a little push
To go falling through the black
Open sky
Plummeting to the ground
Breaking through the empty sound
It's okay
They whisper
Nobodies around
I'm scared but I use my last bit
Of strength
To bring the blade
To my throat
I sob now
But I drag the blade across my throat
Anyways
The pain envolopes me
So wholely
Pulls me from reality
Into the dark
And then I'm falling
Through the endless sky
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 1:03 AM UTC
I chose.
And still choose.
Where my next step will land
Or fall..
Asunder
Torn
Eviscerated
Stiched.
With the same tools.
Of the same hand.
Of two minds.
Of canvas like attributes.
....
I will be strong.
You will be quiet.
I will drag us back through hell.
You will listen.
I. Am.
Wholely tainted.
With views askew.
While I truly never knew.
When these eyes switched and feinted
Took the wheel.
Battered the interior and exterior.
Threw away all in his reach to feel.
Berating and beating i the inferior.
.
..
...
And now
With eyes of black and brown.
Do they see.
Witness
Hole.
Whole.
A future.
Distant and cloudy.
But right.
There.
This well only knew the depths of dry darkness.
Yet a fountain springs fourth.
For the sun never felt so warm.
Filling my being.
Eyes refocused.
The black gate still lie somewhere beyond.
We nod to each other.
This journey.
This quest.
This.
Isn't.
Over.
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 12:33 AM UTC
woefully lonesome
wholely without one
joy
entirely loathsome
completely without them
love
i knew you were leaving soon
yet i didn't get a goodbye
Jan 13, 2021
Jan 13, 2021 at 6:38 PM UTC
Once, when forever was merchantmen
And time sold in bottles,
Once, when the nocturnal Almighty
Opened the skies to eyes of stars,
I had wings that existed wholely
Like two sides of an ethereality
With the miracle of an illusionistic existence.
Wings which sang unto open blue
Skies with all the light of a star,
Wings flashing like a storm lightning
And the caress of the moist rain at my
Feathers, the calm of the night.
I was an angel right?
Once with glory and rhythm
And all the harmony of ineffably
Clear minded hope, did you not pray
Upon the dazzlingly Divine,
Like mercy in flight over the
Sprawling desolation?
Yes, yes I have taken the fall,
The ravenously singular fall
For the lust of a woman and twisting
The Heavens, but I have awaoken suns,
Flown with meteors and shedding
The brilliance of light in the dark,
Even the fullness of the Cosmos
I have known since before when
I danced with constellations and evoked
The deeper lyrical prayers
Of madmen!
One day,
I will lay upon the exhausted earth,
Fall asleep upon the deep soil,
I will dream infinite things once
Again, and I am still in love with you.
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 5:19 PM UTC
I'll never be more disappointed in the words
Their job is to conglomerate into cohesive, coherent expressions
Always, they've done this for me
True, their message has changed
But their capacity to carry out meaning, order, and a clear, articulate thought has been unwavering
But I turn to them now and they are clumsy, weak, light, and foreign
I fumble on these useless and tiresome words as I think up a way to communicate to you just what it is you mean to me
I love you
Is white noise
Every combination is an understatement
Photos can't capture it
My paintings can't replicate it
This love demands to be felt and that is all I can do
With every intracacy and nuance of my existence, every book I ever read, every lesson I've ever learned, everything I was, am, and will be, ever aspect of my being, every ounce of my soul, all that I have
Because I can't translate it to words, I will have to suffice in keeping it in it's rawest form
And while I will never be able to express it to consummation,
I feel so wholely and genuinely in love with you
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 3:35 PM UTC
Give me a place to put myself
I await on a storefront shelf
Give me a sole to lace with mine
The one for whom my heart doth pine
I miss the face that I know not
I'm blue like a forget-me-not
Just thinking about you
Wondering what you do
I love your eyes
Your hand in mine
I hate our goodbyes
And waiting for signs
You are a vine, and I am your rose
Loving you wholely, right down to my toes
I don't know who you are
But you cannot be far
I will know you someday
At least, that's what I pray
Jan 4, 2020
Jan 4, 2020 at 9:21 PM UTC
Craving missundertood
Is freedom
For its life's great lie
What world be left?
Cannot imagine
For we have not been
Ever wholely free
These goals
Rules
Bonds
Laws
Keep it here
Just.
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 11:16 AM UTC
I've reached this point where I am about to sound overly dramatic, but it feels real.
It feels as if I've lost my heart.
My ability to love someone with it again wholely.
He stole it and sadly still has it.
Do I love him still?
I don't know.
For what do I love about him?
Nothing.
Did I love the memories?
The most frustrating part is trying to figure out why you're still haunting my tired intelligence.
I do not think it is love.
I think it might be many things.
Regret.
Pain.
Pride.
Overthinking.
I honestly have no thought as to why.
I just know I want you gone.
I do not want to meet again.
I do not want to know you.
I want to know this pain only as a stranger to my past.
I cannot handle your ghost anymore.
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 12:47 AM UTC
I opened the door, and I surrendered my soul.
and there, I let her consume me.
wholely,
entirely,
completely,
with every particle in me
belongs to her
and her only.
Mar 9, 2024
Mar 9, 2024 at 9:42 PM UTC