"wishless" poems
I stand still to think one day
"Am I dreaming?"
This question irks
my illuminant soul.
Quickly, I pinch myself
I feel no pain,
no sorrow, no joy.
An emptiness consumes me.
In the depths of mind
I wander around
slowing creating a
world which does not exist.
A world full of chaos
and peace. In a flow
the ocean crashes
against the giant skies.
My world is unstable
unending unbearable
to those who enter the
caves of my mind.
Wandering wishless
in a world of my creation
I put this question forth to you
"Are you sure you're awake?"
Dec 3, 2011
Dec 3, 2011 at 10:24 PM UTC
we were
in bed
that day
when
there was a midday twilight
a daze crept over us
delicate
as a fast fog
it was the feeling of floating
a barely waking ecstasy
an unreal ethereal delirium
i cant describe it
it was
something
like nothing
ive ever felt before
in the belly of our canopy bed
in that forbidden flat
on a forever day
we laughed as she
pressed her head up
& pitched the draped overlay
wearing it
like a puffy white sombrero
as the
sun
filtered through
the linen cube glowed
a yellow shade
the two of us
waiting weightless
in this unearthly space
a monster teepee on a cloud
a sailboat in the sand
it all could have been
a heavenesque hallucination
but
for the fact that
she asked if i felt it too
i said i did
after she confessed
she had no words
to describe it
it was sublime
too simple
true
& it left by night
as we tucked in to watch movies
a mini projector hovering
images pressed against an endless cinema screen
almost as radiant
as our re-animation
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 11:47 PM UTC
Wasted breaths
Bounced checks
Just a lifetime of it all
He'd sing
Off-key
Improper rises and falls
Too much
Too soon
Too little way too late
He stands
Slow hands
Another Monday in heartbreak
Chasing
Her off
Alarm clocks go off in his mind
Love of one
Undone
Twice as sad, hardest to bind
Desk job
Unfulfilled
Life unkind and so goes fate
Unsure
In the grey
This is Monday in heartbreak
Days pass
The same
Each a Monday in its way
Moments come
Never stay
All the ships sailed from the bay
Wishless
Fishless
Nothing for him out at sea
Life goes
Time slow
Monday heartbreaks, hard to leave
Oct 18, 2013
Oct 18, 2013 at 3:25 PM UTC
in the night
the trees lose their bark
and gain a smooth
dark.
they twist in the breeze
and lean moonward
in the rain
sheet.
if the rain
rains
and the moon
looms.
in the night
what crawls,
crawls deepish
and sleepless.
it dreams
wishless...
and scurries in leaf pits
and scents the air-wick
with black
eyes -
inhaling the volume
of silence
without lids
to shut
with.
just an iris
the light
shuns
a bit.
and the moonlight forages
the constant moor
of lesser marshes.
the damp cringe of the late hour
stark with stars with no power
to overcome the poetry
of the lowest things
that aspire
to cold flame
or some heaven's breath
on a dying ember
with no
name.
just before dawn
glass drum skins
crack.
and the up above
is down below
sifting through the pollen
on the plump thighs
of sleeping bees
while singing
to itself
It's Self.
or
It's Dream.
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 9:48 PM UTC
Unbarren awareness,
soft and sappy,
just like unfairness.
The raft to the left,
scene might just last.
While fumed by death
and make it fast.
Bite off the rough,
no time for a clap
Terrible wishless feat of causing a ****
Emotions are crazy
no doubt about that
A bleeding whole cavity Earthling
takes me back
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 5:52 PM UTC
There is no drought.
There is no rain.
There is no when...
There is no then...
There is no unmoved mountain.
There is no wishless fountain.
There is no forever thing-
Every day is Winter;
Every day is Spring;
There is no forever thing.
Every cloud is a rain cloud.
Everything is fearless,
everything is cowed.
Everything is peerless,
everything is arrogant.
Everything is bowed.
Everything is silent,
everything is loud.
Everything is promised,
and all is disavowed.
Every cloud is a rain cloud.
Everything is lost
sometime/someday/somehow
after it's endowed.
There is no drought.
There is no rain.
There is only
(there is only ever,
there is ever only)
your impatience.
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 7:10 PM UTC
An eyelash fell on my cheek today
And without much thought I flicked it away
No wishes to be made
No games to be played
Just like my old eyelash
I floated away
Sep 23, 2024
Sep 23, 2024 at 10:46 PM UTC