Poetry Blogs (existence)
Tui Dragonfly on Life = Expansion of the mind... Ever increasing possibilities!! (11 hours ago)
My essay will be finished once the seventh seal breaks and the angles get their trumpets or whatever
Does silence disprove existence,
or does it just mean that someone's not interested.
Living our lives,
guided by the light,
and blinded by the sound that's not present.
Lives filled with love,
love for the waves,
bird songs pushed to the direction where the wind blows.
Even the grass is singing it's story of growth.
when you open your mouth,
the loud silence that yo...
Monday 2nd December 2019 8:27 pm
When you start to see the bottom
Of those leering orange bottles
Threats of existance are especially bleak
Vertigo next to prostration
Electric synapse undulations
All the retching is leaving me weak
Ceaseless verge of trickling tears
Insignificance from past 6 years
Squatting rent free inside the mind
Over social reservations
Dependence on ties that we bi...
Friday 22nd February 2019 8:33 pm
If you’re a poet prowling in penumbral light,
Staggering through shadows alone and lost,
Praying for a spiritual Sherpa to
Take you to atmospheric heights,
Or at least pull you from chasmic depths
And save you from the crushing pressure
Of self-loathing and free floating anxiety,
You should get to know me.
If your addictions are afflictions
You can no longer bear an...
Wednesday 31st October 2018 11:56 am
so.......this is it right
the whole existence thing. "We are born to do great things", I was born to do nothing of the sort. am i less than because of things that i have yet to achieve? YES because i am not enough.
Tuesday 13th February 2018 3:02 am
A storm trapped in a rain drop
Hurricane wrapped in a wave
Hundred mile winds twisting within a breeze
Devastating quakes in every stone
Dirt speckled snow blanketed over bones
A forest of memories behind a cosmic window
Ash curls out into nebulous tendrils of purple and blue
A ghost of an echo
No longer able to self recognize
Thursday 7th December 2017 3:56 pm
Our Denial of Hate
Within the realms of madness
I look infinity in the eye,
My hands outstretched to cushion
A fall into a darkened state
But the fall is never ending,
Never ceasing or explaining
Infinity’s unwelcome grin.
Downwards I continually plummet,
Like a Halo Jumper
With no parachute,
No DZ below,
Just an ...
Saturday 11th March 2017 10:16 pm
Inertia be damned.
Every time you look at me
It's been too long.
Tuesday 29th November 2016 8:55 am
Some people hold on to memories they never had and feelings they never felt, just to justify their existence. To all of them I say: cry when u have to, and leave depression to those with wounded souls.
Monday 1st February 2016 4:50 pm
i am drawn to
seas of clouds above in nothingness
the seas of water
the seas of open land and forests
the cities with seas of
concrete and people
i was born to be a
Monday 4th May 2015 12:04 pm
If you were a dog
we'd have put you sleep
before the loss of memory
and dragging of feet
before the confusion
and constant frustration
haunted with the knowledge
your life would be taken.
The jumbled speech
and declining sight
the fears that kept
you up at night
the lack of food
going into your system
the morphine drip
and doctors inspections.
The saddened look
Sunday 20th July 2014 2:19 pm
The curtains a cocoon
which I have outgrown
though I dare not venture out
my wings maimed
by an internal eternity.
Some days they open
as the sunlight shines
and snow falls
yet it remains a parallel world
a door to an unfamiliar universe
Even inside plates pile up
like a porcelain possum
Monday 21st January 2013 1:36 pm
Up to a point
pliant leaves will seep
into all its waters
until the cup overflows
so much as to stain
the meticulously starched table linen.
Then we shall face with reckoning
its true substance!
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Wednesday 2nd January 2013 11:05 pm
nobody nor nothing is real
for you are never truly gone
just no longer assembled
in the correct order of atoms
to make any further sense of
so they can’t be real
Monday 3rd September 2012 12:16 am
Many times 'convenient amnesia' is all we have to survive and live another day.
My heart bleeds
both fears and gladness
spent poison darts.
My hand quakes
both words and gestures
spared iron brand.
My eye shuts
both dark and brightness
Sunday 10th July 2011 11:55 am
the balm of barometric exuberance.
no longer young, dissipates.
the dewy welcome of sun-quaffed green.
revive severed umbilical dreams.
the present with fleeting acumen.
ceases yet emerges again tomorrow.
the kindling of autumnal reticence.
Sunday 27th February 2011 8:55 am