Best Overcomplicated Poems
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Her face gaunt
whiskers from oddly coloured lumps
wrongly pathed teeth
plunge from
well i called it a smile
but not sure
kindness fawns into darkness
within the youngest eyes
coloured cloth hides
her mumbling wizened hair
thick woven sheets of shoop
dyed in their own blood
still think it should be shoop
wrinkles turn to darkened caverns
within her crumpled clothes
Stale held her breath
in lovers arms
Insects lathered themselves
in her pools of gravity
overcomplicated bone nubbins
scratch on see through skin layers
shivers in the summertime
thoughts of seeing the nubbins
pulling into the dark
seen from child's certainty
are draped shoulder too easily
encircled a hearty evil giggle
I stay close
so many ways disappear behind her
and lights from deep within suddenly glimmer
is home so far away
The sharp knife of simplicity
cut a transverse incision through my scalp.
The hands of hope gutted out my psyche,
deconstructed my mind,
and organized it into a coherent tumor
that fills the gap once deep in my brain.
Taught to have nothing thoughts and empty prayers,
which was once so overcomplicated
to witness from my old distant eyes.
When I would stare at paper
to see a blank page ready to be congested
and crowded with the temporary potential that lives everywhere.
Waiting for all the possibilities to be printed out before me,
but none of them ever came.
I tried to interpret particles as strings
and claimed motion behind the stillest of objects.
But all of my theories slipped into the dust of insecurity
and washed away into the pool of vanity.
But no longer am I maneuvering through seldom places.
No longer do I act stiff and unwieldy as a newborn child.
No longer do I try to find fractions of life to store in time capsules.
No longer am I planting the grave in which I will be buried.
And no longer am I treading in water,
wishing for the security of seabed to appear at my feet.
Now I am one with the roads that take me to the destinations I crave to go.
I am one with the ambition a wave possesses when it’s pushed to shore;
that single endpoint. That deadline that will never be met.
The range of probabilities never to be considered.
Those stars that are never to be discovered.
The boats that have capsized before ever meeting land.
It all fades away before me.
Shedding off these unneeded layers that once consumed my life.
Unraveling and revealing to me the fundamental nature of humanity.
Compressing into a hot light of quiet clarity.
Compact and intact with the buoyant atmosphere around me.
Once so full of dread and mistrust, I could barely breathe.
Constantly and comfortably,
I am consistently confident
that the present day will continue
to bring coherence, certainty, and calmness
to the storms that will carry onward
when I am no longer clinging onto the consequences and complexities of the future.