Restlessness Poems

RESTLESSNESS

Middle of the night,
I woke up wide.
Staring at the ceiling, 
I heard the rhythms of my breathing.

Fidgety, I was on the edge.
Did I forget some pledge?
Special day of someone I adore,
Or I missed some pressing chore.

Delving deep into my mind,
I got no answer, it was blind.
Yet the restlessness did not subside,
Till I saw the date

Abstain's Scion

As I wander across the arid dunes
Singing along, stringing along the ghastly glacial tunes
Sinking in the sands of debility
Saddled on a ride filled with sanguinity
Pondering, contemplating, despairing
Again, something is missing

Losing my touch as I bask in unfulfillment
Treasuring countless, meaningless sentiment
Albeit freedom-sworn, forever I am imprisoned
Locked behind those mourns of the damned
Days fly, and keep flying,

The Restlessness

I often lay down with restlessness wrapped around my chest,
Wild thoughts running continuously when the world sleeps,
I keep wondering where are they and what are they doing,
Why this stillness is stabbing harder than words.

Are they with someone who made them forget about me?
Do they find joy in places we used to visit?
Are they happy without

I Have Become Stale

My knees held tightly to my chest,
I thought the storm clouds were miles off in the distance, 
Of someone else's distress.

But morning came, and the storm remained.
No water nor washing could wipe away the stains of sorrows
And restlessness from my covers-
My detrimental haven...

I could rot away here, the irony being I already do.
What treasures can

Restlessness

fidget! fidget! fidget!
until you can't do it anymore

fall! fall! fall!
until you reach the Bottom of the universe 

run! run! run!
until you gasp at your last wavering breath  

hide! hide! hide!
until you fade into the darkness of abyss


drown! drown! drown! 
until a hand Catches you

gasp! gasp! gasp!
until Your lungs are free of Water

see the light?
you

Under your cloak of stars, the restlessness is soothed

Under your cloak of stars, the restlessness is soothed,
A wave of gentle enchantment caresses my quivering soul,
Whenever your shadow flees from sight, I enwrap you in secrets,
I lock in my canvas of thoughts your smile that reflects within me.
You are the path that bends between playfulness and yearning,
In your arms is the world, sown with

Calmness of the Mind and Soul

Where can we find the calmness of our minds and souls
Our minds are always running wild
Images of dreams overlap and overlap
Until they are messy and entangled
Dream may or may not come true 
If it comes true, it'll become a reality
It yields satisfaction
Followed by the calmness of the mind and soul
If it doesn't  come true,

Restlessness

Restless.
Gradual,
Haphazard,
Graced with the dexterity,
With jabs to its sides in the still wind,
With the dance of grey smoke from a pot of incense.
It breezes in the descending direction unto a platter. 

A mass of saltwater–as it'd find out later.
The roars of the tides,
The whistles of the wind kissing the oceans surface,
The spirited slaps of the waves,
The

Insomnia

The moon is restless
roaming in and out of clouds-
Intermittent stars
Motions above and below
through eternal sleepless night

Shunning saffron days
night owls and fireflies revel
to nightingale's song
Wide awake blooms gaze at moon-
The wind's everywhere at once

Restlessness and Placidity

Restlessness in youth,
placidity in the golden age...
do these two conflict
with the pace of motion
that desolation can assuage?
If being young means 
persisting in ambition,
an event of gratification,
venturing in fearless projects,
taking risks and walking through Hell;
is it worth the effort of being bold
and press forward and bear the toll?

Understand that it's 
an age to defy challenges
without the

Restlessness In a Graveyard

The winter is sagging in strength
And wary is becoming the graveyard
Of its inhabitants, lying in their tombs,
As they seem to stretch themselves
Up from their wintery drowsiness
To embrace the signs of life
Defrosting leisurely from the fatigue 
In the vegetation around.
 
Soon will the greenery pick up
The trees will blossom
And the flowers will dance
To the songs of

Restlessness

Restlessness


Saw it yesterday,
alone,
sitting on a rock,
not looking too happy.
Motionless
against
its own reflection,
glaring at itself.
It threw a stone
as if to chase away
the aged creature
looking back
as if the ripples
might ease the past.
Saw it look ahead,
slump wearily
against the ancient oak,
unsure, almost afraid,
of its future.
It stood slowly,
regained its balance,
moved methodically forward
each step unsure
for Time,
though ever present,
must keep moving
as it grows

Restlessness Allows No Inner Peace

His buddies called him Brant, he was the strongest man
made of solid muscles and he seemed mighty; 
he became a fugitive after he raped two women
and robbed to get money for his coke and whiskey.
One was his best friend whom he killed for a grudge he had,
and hiding his face, he pulled down his hat

Restlessness

Under washing sound of drifting rains,
Thunder lightning cracking at my sky,
I sit in distress restless and why?
This bold confusion and my mind wanes.

Tightly softly closing slender eyes,
Flashing stories that are not yours or mine,
Perhaps a pill or even too much wine,
Tossing turning disappointed sighs.

Bleak and flashing stolen songs,
These motions and or these fears creep,
I'll never

Restlessness

I've danced forever;
temperance bound 
under this vestal spell,

a captive in these conventions of virtue,
in these endless circles 
of same guiding same, 
someone else's expectations 
deciding my every step.

All the while I entertain
the restless riots building within.

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