"witheld" poems
scuttling across the valley,
the trench was deep and steep
scorching heat of the dry sun,
dried blemishes on the weathered skin.
Settling along the rocky facades,
hackneyed by the haunting past.
Sleepless nights of the perching predators,
Hibernating in aloof worlds .
Stymied by the wind in the barren land ,
Harnessed by the futile fears.
Simone Melchoir of the sinking ship ,
would not you go down with the fault.
Shunning away from natures affection ,
for every rose does share its thorn .
Sunny ends are reached ,
when the raging ravines fade away.
Slithering away the swirling serpent ,
The sun lurks in the brewing storm .
Sanctity of the witheld winds ,
sapping away the deathly darkness.
Serene air of the seraphic angel,
brought the plighting dreams to the refugees repose
Smelting ores and melting poles,
brimming with brightness the cradled cirque .
Summons of the exalted virtue ,
To burn the lizard and fly away like the phoenix
Succumbing to the wilderness,
to soaring heights and rising spirits .
Swanking in the soothing winds,
the phoenix looked down on the plundering valley.
Scorning at the downtrodden spirits,
The fraternity of the Desert lizard
May 20, 2012
May 20, 2012 at 1:23 AM UTC
*Superimposing marks
On red, swollen lips
Bit and bled from chattering teeth
That tolls nervous as a cuckoo clock chirps.
A bumpy road with
Spidered cracks
Like a well dried jerky strip
Wrinkled, and tough.
Bit and chewed
With no bones underneath
And no guts to go forward.
Warning skies
Of red in the morning.
And thunderstorming nights
That flash with lighting so intense
You'd think an old-age photo party was commenced way up high.
And rain so furious
You'd think the clouds were tearing themselves to pieces.*
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As a cloud,
I think I should add
That we aren't all fluffy and white
Nor scary and dark.
Our seasons do not come easily
For we undergo much
To make it "rain."
And even more to keep it calm.
Thunder is not a weathering crash,
It is yelling from another room.
And the lightning flash,
rage,
That leads to liquid pain.
The hard pressed wind that tosses your hair
Are witheld screams
until tolerance level reaches maximum,
And snaps. Like that old willow's trunk,
Wrenched from the earth,
Because the sky is powerful
And we are only along for the ride.
But, there is sunshine that warms our tops
While the bottoms are in shadow,
wrought in darkness that writhe along uneven surfaces.
But, there is moonlight that makes us gleam,
Like silver was sewn into sides.
But she is not always there,
And as her light fades
So
Do
We.
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 1:37 AM UTC
I was the better half to the whole, he said
To our friends, it's the polite and preppy thing after we wed
And when it came to and end
That slice down the middle was pain
And I limped off, half empty
Waiting to be filled again
Eight years later
some romance, a few letters
A lot of work, remaking my life
Can't tell you there's been no strife
OK, there's been plenty, it's been a struggle
And often, I'm in a muddle
But I noticed something yesterday,
That makes me want to shout out and say:
I am a whole person rising
maybe not complete yet
But I'd put money on it, I'd bet
That I'll finish the job one day
Yesterday
Walking in my old 'hood
Down on the Santa Cruz Boardwalk
On the beach, trudging through sand
Listening to the melody of a day as I can
People having fun,
Their work is done
And I felt fine
I wasn't about to pine
for someone's witheld love
or untimely absence
I felt good, not sitting on a fence
watching a world go by
of whole people, living high
I was one of them I swear
Listening and breathing and really there
We listened to "Modern English"
Remember that band?
And people started dancing in the sand
When they played their hit from 1983
And I remember it, mercy me
I was feeling good, perched on a bench in the crowd
Sipping a foamy Boardwalk beer, eating fried artichokes, the band was loud
And I felt complete like a total ecosystem
Fully functional, and happy, just one of the crowd and with them.
Jul 14, 2012
Jul 14, 2012 at 2:38 PM UTC
Only at the darkest hours do i ask myself the questions i don't want to know the answers to. You may know the darkness to hide things but i found it is where the unexpected comes to light. The daylight hours are a facade of happily conformed routines, often mistaken for helping you see better. Caught up in the day, even side by side, we are apart. There is a distance between us only the darkness seems to fill. 3am when the world is at rest, it is just you and me and everything from our day we have left unsaid. The dark silence reveals the truths we witheld when the sun was in the sky. Maybe it is harder to be dishonest at night because there are billions of stars in the sky to witness it.
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 9:52 PM UTC
Feel the rhythm and wake the dawn.
Show us that you care.
Needles fall to the sound of silence,
To your bed of questioning air.
Your wake unreached.
Drown me in desire,
But resist temptation.
Feel the drummers beat and
Motion to the sound.
Addiction.
Unfold me into light.
Blur my weaving qualms.
Rest your worried head,
And let me know you.
A taste of hope...
Unsteady hands,
Answer my soul.
Witheld motives and
Dangerous notions.
Penetrate my heart and
Devour me.
The rhythm moves us,
Lulls us,
Aids us.
Breathe.
And you will know desire.
The truth.
The answer to your hunger.
And I shall bend,
Within your demons
And your saddened eyes…
Then blur this illusion.
End of sight.
Break me.
Now breathe.
Jul 17, 2011
Jul 17, 2011 at 6:14 PM UTC
At dawn I stood upon the shore
Of pirates' gold and sailors' bells;
The silent waves to me did call -
A tragic tale the ocean tells:
Her love set sail by light of moon
And adieu bade he goodbye in tears.
She promised love, and he, return,
Raising sails flown four thousand years.
Into the moon, her love sailed on,
Both trapped in the hour of part.
At dark descent her soul was torn
By visions of unbeating hearts.
A trimster lapsed, Hermia returned;
Her crew moored with strangled cries -
For in tempests' wrath their captain downed;
To quiet depths evermore confined.
Her shattered soul, anchored with grief,
Witheld by curse of lovers' cares,
Stood still on high rocks at dusk,
Plunging down into despair.
Remember the hour their hearts froze,
Gripped by fear of Love's own berth;
In watery graves their souls abide,
Bound by Love's eternal curse.
- c.t.
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 7:00 AM UTC
Centuries stretch into decades
Decades crumble to years
Years dilute to months
Months spoil to weeks
Weeks transform to days
Days pass through hours
Hours scramble to minutes
Mintues fall onto seconds
And it goes and goes
With a logramthic speed
While I stand still
To contort some truth:
Man made measurments meticulously made
May mark mere moments
But
With words witheld within
Wallowing waves wash white, "whys?"
Away.
And...
I speak in riddles as I should
When faced with nothing
But left with the word "could?"
Could of? Of course. Could I? Yes.
I could do anything, definitely
But no I would never
It is a hopless endeavor
And death ushers who it will
And brings their heart to a still
As we all look to how old
To comfort us
From death's hold
For his grip is unrelenting, arbitary, overreaching and perpetual
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 1:38 PM UTC
manic depressive
or slightly regressive?
Whichever it is
I am not sure
Always looking back
For a treasure that's passed
me by
Perhaps I just didn't realize
All of the beauty that your eyes
witheld
Stored away in the depths
of an unknown place
The memories stay locked away
Access denied to even myself
I've built a wall around me
I want to protect the Trojan horse
you bestowed upon me
I fear that you will take it back
Or that an arsen will burn it black
But my indecisive nature
Wishes the worse for your trojan horse
the loss of what was once a gift
will bring peace of mind
when actually
I just wanted you to be eternally mine
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 3:12 PM UTC
Don’t you just wish emotional scars would vanish
Vanish as quickly as a bruise or physical scar
Turn to the colours of a rainbow
And back then to skin colour
No sign of damage.
The emotional scars never seem to fade
Words of anger
Words that were said
Words that were witheld
Words you wish you has said
Turn over and over in your head
Replay set … over and over again
No rainbow colours just black and white scenes
Vivid in the minds eye
Wishing they would distort like a faulty TV
Reaching for the remote wanting the off button.
We made it through a voice tells us
Yeh we made it through but with invisible scars
That very few see or want to see
We are enclosed in this tv
We are replaying the programme
Don’t we just wish these emotional scars would vanish
Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 8:36 AM UTC
Skedaddle" he said
Chasing my shadow off his tail
I ran as far as I could go
No destination,yet my legs wouldn't stop
90miles ahead of time
Gasping for breath that seems witheld
A taste of my sweat
Saddles on my lips
All salty and creamy
My tongue could tell
Long as I ran,like a deer hunted by predators
That my legs
Fails to stop shivering in an spring leave
At night
I recollect every detail
An ordeal I couldn't but relish
As you chase me off your trail
Yelling stalker as I ran
The tears that saddles my eyeball red
And ink in blood for the devils signature
With the owls feather or is it chickens
That write out the ordeal with much bitterness.
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 7:25 PM UTC
How could you know?
For staring on that time
Into the nothingness
Feeling so alone
But your absence
Witheld
Simply comforted me
Though you drank of sweet sleep
My eyes swallowed the turmoil
And my memories stayed suppressed
Though I wanted them dead
Offered up
With palms stretched out
Engrained
Like satellite images
Reasoned to exist
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 10:53 PM UTC
I desire to passionately kiss your skin
Feel your heartbeat
Beneath my lips
I desire to run my swollen lips
Across your jaw and
Down your neck
I desire to hear your
Heartbeat
Quicken its pace
Breathing
Become erratic
Moans
Release freely
From those precious lips
Of yours
I desire to feel
Your body
Flush against mine
Our hands
Selfishly intertwined
Listen to our hearts
Beat
Together in time
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 3:14 AM UTC
Since the moment we met
I began to dig
The grave for our love
And it got deeper
With each day
I witheld the truth
Only because I know
That you'd prefer
Someone better
May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 6:47 PM UTC