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JE Osun Jun 2019
There are times
When I am acutely
Aware that I am really
Just bones lying in
A sack of blood upon
My bed. How easily
We forget
That we are simply
Foreign
Entities possessing
The bodies of strangers
We will one day
Forget.
Yanamari Apr 2019
Aww
No I don't want to speak over lunch
Or coffee
Or dinner for that matter.
These words are too much to span
One meal
To span one drink
One bite,
Too heavy to mesh with
The comfort of food.
You never asked if I wanted to just
Hang one night and discuss these things.
And that's where they all go wrong;

I don't want your pity
I want your empathy
Come back to me
When you can share my energy
I don't want to claw at my scars
Only to be looked at as if I'm still
In my infancy
I want to conserve my energy
I'm human,
We can only store so much will
And pain

Let my breath not be wasted
When the time comes,
For if I choose to speak
I speak eye to eye
Entity to entity
And if my judgement of your gaze is wrong -
In that time of supposed synergy -
Know that there is no return for your
Place with me.
Pauper of Prose Nov 2018
Great entity resembling a Trance
Trudges along the Earth
Stumbling in and out of different languages
And some call it truth
And others call it lore
And many call it illusion
Yet all must call it something
For it responds to:
The strike of a bell for recess
The strike of a wooden gavel
The strike of a revolutionary idea
The strike of a single strike of lightening
And all of these strikes bowl over
The petty pens which ink our thoughts
The Um
Andrew Rueter Nov 2017
I am pure subjectivity
I am objectivity contained by a brain
I am an entity
Inside a body
I control my limbs
And my organs control me
The apparatus for my entity

I am a being that seeks understanding
While remembering who I stand under
Those who sneakily seek to plunder
The developing enigmatic wonder
In my mind's torturous tundra

My mind uses my body as a slave
But is also a slave to the shame
Of my body's interactions
Within marginalized factions
There is a fight between the two
Like the fights between me and you
My body won't quit when my mind is through
And my mind stays conscious while my body is blue
So I'm stuck in a deadlock
With a mentality of bedrock

Once I cease to be human
I can be the perfect judge
When my emotions won't budge
I'll see things the way most organisms do
Inside this zoo
Animals have the flu
And give it to each other
When we communicate through pain
The flu actually seems tame
Compared to your game
Of taking humanity
And leaving an entity
After you entered me
My somber soul left
Because of personality theft

My mind moves my arms
To block the pain
My mind moves my feet
To do the same
Yet I lost these advantages
When I had to walk too far
My life only got more hard
After experiencing your entropy
I became a disembodied entity
Can be found in my self published poetry book “Icy”.
https://www.amazon.com/Icy-Andrew-Rueter-ebook/dp/B07VDLZT9Y/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=Icy+Andrew+Rueter&qid=1572980151&sr=8-1
Blue Orchid Aug 2018
When I say I want to touch you,  I don't mean the physical entity you're disguised as.
I want to touch the heart that beats the love out of you and in to me.
I want to touch the soul that is as broken and heavy as a cloudy sky.
I want to touch your sadness,  where the real you started forming.
I want to touch your mind so I can finally find the secretes to your thoughts.
I want to touch the rare moments when you finally laughed a heart filled laugh.
I want to touch your sight to understand how you explained all the books you tell me about.
I want to touch your blood so I can feel where all that poetry comes from.
I want to touch the essence of who you are so I can make us in to one person.

I just really want to touch you.
George Krokos Jul 2018
O dust! you settle down naturally on any exposed surface
over a period of time it seems without much of a purpose
other than to indicate that some time has obviously passed
as before there on we observed a brighter sheen was cast.

You also seem to appear and come down out of nowhere
because of the fact that you're an insignificantly small fare
nobody around suspects the character of your real nature
or questions how and why you are made; of what stature.

People will say that you are of certain air-borne particles
which are picked up and carried around like some articles
and deposited where fate has destined them to be placed
on any exposed surface that their presence has disgraced,

This may be true to a point but isn't an absolute or final answer
as you are so fine and small it begs one to delve much further;
if the atmosphere of the earth supports all life as we know it
then it too must be a living thing and the dust just proves it.

Particularly in respect of each living thing producing its own waste
the atmosphere itself being so pervasive can't be dismissed in haste
because it too would have to live and feed on whatever sustains it
and leave behind most of the dust as excreta as a justification of it.

The question one could ask next is what would the atmosphere live on?
and the answer might just be whatever is available such as energy from
the sun, stars and space itself which are all parts of the cosmic sea above
along with the earth and its oceans that it envelopes as a protective glove.

However it is noted that no dust settles on an exposed surface in a vacuum
because there's no atmosphere apparently there we would have to presume
hence all of space itself isn't some kind of great vacuum but a living entity
we've come to call the Universe being the body of God the Eternal Verity.
_________
Written in 2017
haley Feb 2018
I can hear him knocking at the door
I feel the rhythm of the beating in my chest and head.

It overwhelms me, bleeding down into my core,
my heartstrings hanging by a single thread.

I cannot handle your lingering presence anymore.

I am exhausted from a constant state of dread;
an endless game of tug of war
contemplating all of the things I’ve left unsaid.

Compiling a collection of unfinished memoirs
abandoned and stranded in my mind instead.

He is here, choosing which wounds to reopen into deeper sores
I lay awaiting the temporary passage of this bloodshed.
Yanamari Feb 2018
The rhythm of you,
Every beat,
Every symphony,
Pulls me deeper
Into the thought of you
The sensation of you
The essence of you.

But this rhythm has an end,
Beats eventually stop,
Symphonies fade away,
Into nothingness
The mere entity of you
Already steeling
And enveloping me.

You do not exist.
CJ M Nov 2016
When the darkness peeks through my doors at night, tell me why I feel the chill of eyes.
In my feelings of loneliness, I tend to find the glowing embers in charcoal colored eyes every time the lights are out.
Tell me who's there.
If you are the entity that watches me, tell me this: do you like what you see or do you pity me the way I long to be pitied?
tpj
Pauline Morris May 2016
In my dream the other night
Meteors where in flight
They streaked across my midnight sky
Like fireworks on the 4th of July
Forever screaming through space
Far above this sad human race
As I watched such beauty rain through the heavens
The nightingale's song did beckon

It brought my attention back to the ground
Horrified by what I found
Hairless apes that swung down from the trees
Are now on bended knees
I heard them praying to their Gods
They seemed to be at odds
I seen them on their bellies crawl
Look up to the sky in awe
For they feared his wrath
They feared his laugh
Praying to an unseen entity
When mother nature held the remedy

I turn my attention back to the star sprinkled sky
But even there thing's where starting to go awry
The sky was falling into the deepest darkest hole
A hole so greedy it refused to even let the light go
The world started to spin
The hairless apes screamed it was because of the other man's sin
Refusing to see sin belongs to each of them
Instead they just chartered
About the depravity of one another, none of it matter

Colors no one had ever seen swirled by
It was the most pleasing journey to the eye  
As I rode the earth into the void
Streaking into the blackness like an asteroid
Relishing the thought human nature would soon be destroyed

But I fell like a stone
Waking up in my bed alone
T.V. showing the morning news
Terrorist plotting against the Jews
Everyone hating on one another
Their religion is their cover, trying to use it to smother
Them apes are to blind to see
That thier imaginary entity
Is the original sin
Another reason for men to hate men
I just let this poem flow
It went where it wanted to go
I had no control
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