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by Anone Author IconMail Icon
Rated: GC · Poetry · Young Adult · #2067933
A poem I wrote long ago. The ending was not fully developed. Inspired by W. Whitman
1
What creatures so beautiful those that roam around-
In the verdant universe.
Or the cells in the avenues filling the clocks from nine to five;
These creatures whom we pass by,
Their fragrances at times stinging our curious nose;
Eyes that cause our hearts to shiver with excitement;
Our wormy mind, pondering.
The need to explore with our skin,
and feel a bond between the two.
Or perhaps to hear the tale of this unknown creature,
uncover something new.

The foreign faces faces that speak in tongues.
How intriguing to listen and not fathom
Yet, to understand clearly.
Perhaps not the voice.
But the trails of tears they have shed.
Dripping from their eyes,
As they left their land with some hope.
Oh these lovely faces -
All equal in my eyes.
Yes, I am color blind.
I am them,
They are me.

2
Oh how I love the loneliness at night.
It allows me think-
and devote myself to the world’s silence,
only to hear its wise advice.

What charming winds that surpass my skin-
causing it to erect with bliss.
At that very moment I know I am not alone;
In fact, I have the world as my lover.
As far as I live-
I will be its worshipper.
Taking in the waves of the ocean;
The flakes of the freezing sky;
The beams of the star-
The smell of manure burying itself on the ground-
Showing the beauty of life.

3
Her luscious lips.
Oh her eyes!
The way they gleam with the light,
How I can still see them in the dark–
Imagining the look her eyes exposed, as she feels my touch.
She reminisces of the years long ago where our eyes were merely 2 inches away.
Does she remember the beating of my heart against my sternum?
The throbbing of my arteries pulsing with heating blood.
They way her body curves just perfectly,
I see it as a silhouette in my dreams.
Her smile with the perfect angle.
A laugh that echoes through the walls in my mind.

Such intelligent creature.
I cannot stand to see her across from me–
Without the urge to ask for a hint of amour.
What curiosity she sparks in me!
I cannot ignore the need to wonder her divine temple.

How I wish to take the years back.
Only to worship her;
Inform her of all my desires.
I will not underestimate again-
My perfect Eve,
and I,
To be the lover.

4
I saw the child wander at night.
Escaping the apartment without caring,
All she cared for was to find her father.
A father who loved everything else.
How she ran in the rain,
For once in her life -
Begging for the light- cashing a nurturing train.
The same child who saw nothing of her carrier–
Who never knew the depths of unconditional love,
For years left to endure the insecurities within,
And unable to look up above.

I saw her, growing apart.
Slowly decaying with buried secrets.
How she managed to explore her skin with the cutting edge.
The numbing sensations fascinated the child.
Seconds later, the burning would slowly arise in her senses.
It would stupefy the girl.
Leaving her only to laugh out of irony.
How this pain filled her with excitement,
Compared to the aching pain pounding on her heart–
Against her being, everyday.

5
The white dove always lingered.
But at times the dark-midnight crow scares it away.
They're both my companions,
But why can't they share me, I can never choose.

You can never devote your life to one side.
Despite the need for–
The desperation for–
The other is still a part of you.
Just as I am a part you,
You are a part of me.
What you learned,
You shared to me,
Why do you think we are complex?
Or did you believe it was just a coincidence such beauty in one could exist?

Oh,
It's that colorless, yet extravagant, delicate dove.
That shadowed and pitch black - with piercing eyes, crow.
The darkness that no one knows of,
Because their mind does not allow.
I do not know why they fear it,
It does not want harm,
Don't look away because its different!
But look away if it is not!
Why stare at what appears everywhere.
There is not stimuli in that.
Nature is not tantamount.
It is unique,
As you and I.

It is unique,
As it is to die.
If it weren't for death, then I would not live.
Just like the immortals;
The gods and goddesses.
Who dwell in bitterness.
Yet, they are made of us.
Even Hades and Aries.

How I can hate and anger quickly.
The rage that comes with pain inflicted,
But flames that engulfed me previously,
Opens my chambers to the afflicted.
I then turn to Cupid and Aphro
Because I can capture love and beauty, and hold it so dearly.
Call me a masochist,
But I love the complexity of it all.

6
I am,
The anarchy that rules against the useless;
Against the followers who chose to hide under a mask.
I do not care what beauty appears to be to them.
To me - it is me,
Not what they seek to be-
Nothing.

I've marked my skin with scars and with rings,
Rings to only show them how luxurious I can be.
Scars to remind me that I have survived those battles and wars;
To show them I am not ashamed.

I see how you envy the freedom in me.
But you can join me and fly forever free in the sky,
We'll go everywhere just as nature does.
We’ll have no limits.
They are not imaginable,

Only if they knew the happiness carelessness leads to.
But they do, they’re just cowards- afraid of the air. So I laugh!
I have escaped my cell, the barriers retraining me and my anger.
It was enticing,
Running wild in the streets of New York.
The danger causing such adrenaline; the fights only sparking the fuel inside.
To liberate myself into the exposing winds,
Living day by day- moment by moment.

7
How innocence can find itself in tiny creatures.
Creatures so loving and beautiful.
Their beauty surpasses any physical feature.
Their silky brown hair bouncing as they skip on the concrete.
Their tiny fingers finding their way between my fingers.
Their faces so amazed makes me complete.
The way they hold on-not wanting to let go,
Their hearts waiting to be overflowed with love.
How they reach out with their hands, waiting for a response–
Yet it's smacked by their maker who knows nothing of love.

These creatures with big eyes, waiting to see the world.
I will spend years making sure it’s the world I now know.
Their beauty embarks in every scenery.
They will not be tainted- they will be loved.
Just as they have shown me.
These darlings are what forces me to have strength.
I worship their innocence, and hope it remains.

8
To be with the insane;
Within those walls with people in white overcoats and nurses uniforms.
How scary it was, my soul drained.
Yet I still saw people gleaming with energy,
Their influenced minds hoping to find a balanced chemistry.

I saw the troubled, the same age as I,
They sought to be understood-
But were careful to not cry.
Doing so would only weaken them for good.
No one cared.

How I felt so lonely and so I broke down on my 3rd night alas,
While a nurse walked by
Advising me not to cry.
But not crying is what led me to this place,
I tried burying the pain beneath the tissue and matter in me.

The walls detained my spirit from liberation,
Forcing me to face all my miseries.
Yet, my insanity was not done.
Instead it grew sicker and sicker,
Only leaving me feeling alone,
To face the suffering continuing to flicker.


9
How parents can be so selfish, as to think of their child as property.
Like things you can dispose of so easily.
How he can hold on to ethanol.
Give himself to a woman’s passion,
Forget his seeds as the view of breasts expose before him.
A father who makes attempts to leaving this world,
and everything in it, meaningless to him.
Yet when he lives, he can only feel the need to see his mistress.

10
I have been the lost child,
Circling the world to find the glory of my perfection - of my beauty.
It was never found- instead it spoiled and so the mold grew.
My mother came back years later after disappearing.
I hoped she would take the pain away.
I would’ve forgiven everything, all those years;
Instead, she deceived me.

I was left outside my apartment door more than a few nights.
The colds nights made me immune to the disease and pains of the world–
I learned the game life played.

I was meant to be an orphan, better yet unborn.
How a vasectomy could go so wrong, meant to never spill out fatherly seeds.
Yet I was!
I, the sperm, was determined.
I will continue to be so!
I will continue to be licentious and abide by natures wildlife.
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