Short Indiscernible Poems
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My marmalade eyes
are viscous
lids sticky
gummed up
glazed over
the world is
sometimes imperceptible
sometimes impenetrable
nebulous
opaque in appearance
incomprehensible
indeterminate
indiscernible
enigmatic world
why is your
complexion so
indistinct
today?
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there's a slim space
between
the what
you want to do
and the what
you have to do...
between
the where
you want to be
and the where
you have to be.
a space that widens
with time
into a chasm.
until
that dream
that road not taken
be gradually consumed
by the forest
obscured
becoming indiscernible
from the trees.
Here comes the silence.
Shoving its way through the crowd to greet me.
Like a tsunami would greet a stony cliff.
What an impetuous, impertinent lull...
Settling itself on my head like a heavy blanket.
Suffocating my ears.
Should I scream?
I should scream.
But there's no sound.
Just unceremonious reverie.
Just silence.
That raucous, deafening silence.
Until the world turns.
Negligibly.
A motion indiscernible.
Except for the sound it makes.
When I lie in bed at night
My mind pulls me away
Turns dark from the bright of day
Into a void that binds me tight.
Strangled by my thoughts
Don't want to be alone
Don't leave me on my own
A rope across my chest tied in a knot.
I can't move an inch
Can't think, only fear
Fear of truths far and near
As the darkness begins to pinch
Once at last I drift afar
From which I hope to never wake
As my mind begins to break
As up above drifts a lone star.
By any thing discernable to man
This metric indiscernible at best
Only noticed gathering as dust
Upon a shelf somewhere back in the stacks
So we invented something that could count
While we attended to more important things
Caught up in the distant space between
Knowing and not knowing the unseen
As if the only sense that can appear
Is the only one which matters in the end
It ends up as collection in the glass
And measures what is now, and what is past
It bled, bled and bled
Profusely.
But no wound was visible.
It cried, cried and cried
Badly.
But no shriek was audible.
It rolled, tossed and crumpled
Hopelessly.
But no movement was discernible.
It felt throttled and choked
But kept quiet.
It moved yet.
The pangs were wrapped
In the cloak of composure
Because it knew
It would live now
With scars,
An ordeal,
Invisible
Inaudible
Indiscernible.
The Unconquerable
Had pronounced
The sentence.
It falls inches from my toe,
This missile from origins wild;
Hurled by an unknown foe
Yelling indiscernible cries of war.
Why I caught his malevolent eye
And became chief target of his ire
Neither guess nor fathom I;
Yet his target I’ll ever remain.
And this senseless war
I now must tearfully wage,
And counter mischievous
Blows and baseless rage.
Whether I’ll victorious grow
Or in the end terribly lose,
Or merely settle for a draw,
High heaven alone knows.