Short Uncomfortably Poems
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A sliding of time, one fatal move
And you've become the reflection.
Walking ever so uncomfortably,
In the other mans shoes.
Form:
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8/16/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
Is there no way left to go but round?
the scenery uncomfortably familiar
dizzying remorse
exhausted excuses
hoarse from screaming,
I LOVE YOU!
June 9, 2020
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By Trump Humiliated and Intimdate
Maybe by Trump are being intimidated;
Wherever we are uncomfortably situated;
Act on stage,
Latest rage;
Him as President have been humiliated.
Jim Horn
He looks for
the part that
breaks his breath.
.
When he can't
find it life feels
uncomfortably smooth.
.
He occupies
his early mornings
in tiny fabrications.
.
Heart full of fear,
he would say, What would
life be without woe?
LIFE AND DEATH
The idea of death
The reality of death
Though close
In youth the two seem poles apart
Yet, as one gets older
As spirit slowly leaves the body
That husk – with lingering now mentality –
Reluctantly finds self uncomfortably squeezed
Between the two
grew up on prozac
and paranoid bouts
had faith in nothing
but unrelenting doubts
had a broken mind
that was a bit too complicated
kept it consistently medicated
to make life simplicated
candy to keep her quiet
and uncomfortably numb
she knew how to bottle it
bottle it and run
Granted I was exhausted,
nothing more than usual.
An innocent toddler staring at me
in a concerning manner, says
“Wow…your eyes are old.”
Laughing uncomfortably, I slightly coughed.
The next fifteen minutes was spent lifting my eyebrows
hoping to smooth my worn, wrinkled forty - two year old eyes.
Racing through the night
Our hearts must take flight
As the beasts give chase
We flee from our fall from grace
Consumed by sin
We desperately ignore the evil within
The devil lurks near, preying on our fear
The apex of insanity becomes uncomfortably clear
We are young and we are mislead
We are apathetic and we are dead
They come out
on weekends
Dad, it's almost
always Dad
with a daughter
or son.
He stands just a
little too close,
smiles just a
little too long
uncomfortably
comfortable
wondering
how it ever
got this way.
He cannot answer
all the questions
they both know
things sometimes
change but
he will always
be there
helping as best
he can.
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Tragic tears bare sour salt.
So saline the flavor,
although no one's at fault.
Uncomfortably warm
as they roll down the cheek.
Heat from an inner storm?
They always seem to stream
from the lips to the tongue,
rudely end a dream.
Our souls need to be rinsed,
cleanse too pleasant a sleep;
cruelty of life, evinced.
When the night is dark,
The illusion appears from the depth.
Fear and expectation
Inexpressible contradiction
Ignorance proved by the denial
It’s so dark,
completely dark!
When the sun comes out
The illusion returns to the shadow.
Tears and confusion
Unforgivable delusion
Clarification made through the light
It’s so bright,
Uncomfortably bright!
my feet are freezing tonight
I cannot get comfortable
I have a snack, drink coffee, have another snack
walk past the sock drawer twice
Play some word games
remember how uncomfortably cold my feet are
think about the sock drawer again
spend twenty-six minutes not walking three feet to the sock drawer
finally break down and put the socks on
now I am comfortable
wondering why I procrastinate?
The Hermit,
The Misfit,
Cast into light.
Pushed by shadow,
uncomfortably,
Blinding masses without fight.
Different priorities,
Contrasting Seasons,
Flowing around and behind sight.
From every direction,
Endless layers unite,
No separation in the shine.
Looking closer,
A pillar standing,
Inability to stay polite.
Golds and pearlescence,
Kind and transparent,
Good with all of her might.
no one was saying anything to the bully.
some people were laughing uncomfortably
the woman was berating and belittling her six-year-old boy
my four-year-old daughter walked up to her and said,
“This is why no one likes you. You are mean and you are a bully.”
the woman burst into tears and ran home.
Another mother and I made eye contact.
Ashamed that only a child had stood up.
But I was proud that she was my child.
IN THIS UNSANCTIFIED MOMENT I AM UNCOMFORTABLY UNVIELED
AND I STAND BEFORE YOU NAKED STARING AT THE HOLY GRIAL
NOW ONLY BROKEN DREAMS LAY CRUSHED UPON THE FLOOR
IN THE FLUID OF MY PAIN AND YOUR BETRAYL
PAST PAINFULLY CLENCHED TEETH I SCREAM,
THE ASTONISHMENT IS GONE SHOT DEAD IN FLEEING
IT FALLS TO THE GROUND, THE MUD, IT'S DIRTY
AND ALL THATS LEFT NOW IS THE BLOOD AND ANGUISH
A STARTLING QUIET SETTLES OVER AND WE DEPART
Form:
Maybe I'm going to Wonderland;
Maybe I'll never land.
I'm too old for Neverland,
I should have planned.
Everything is upside down,
Everyone thinks I'm happy,
But I'm really wearing a frown.
I'm flying uncomfortably high,
When will I drift down?
How did I get here?
When will this end?
Send a cavalier!
It feels like I'm falling.
I'm just dropping,
Down to my death.
So I'll take my last breath.
Written on April 25, 2017
We suspected as much before we saw their wedding cake
With the bride raising the groom in the air, our friend Lake
Lake laughed uncomfortably, being embarrassed a tiny bit.
I was kind of hoping that this guy would not go through with it.
But they got married, and she spun him around.
She was the bossiest woman he could have ever found.
We heard a bit later that Lake went underground.
I figured out where he was, but he made not a sound.
the sun’s temperature exceeded the absoluteness of herself
every day this week had been one hundred and six or higher
I saw the sun now as oranges and reds, no longer innocent yellow
What is she doing to us? I wondered, will we perish?
Will it be our own fault? Because of what we have done to the ozone layers?
Too sticky and humid to think, the worst uncomfortably hot.
Her orange eyes bored through the guilt of my soul.
I was not innocent in this.
Used to be an individual
now I'm just a complex number
stripped away from my own individuality
made me uncomfortably wake from my
slumber.
Used to be a boy wonder.
I was living the life.
Didn't think I'd get sucked under,
didn't think I'd end up wanting to kill myself
with a hunting knife.
My wrongful deeds have made me feel as if I'm living in a
dreadful still life picture,
wishing someone would look at me
and reconsider and view me as a normal fixture.
one night stand of
smooth & absolute
dark
walnut
finish
(once soaked & lathered in
varnish, no doubt)
sits in the corner of the bedroom
reminding of the
madcap,
turbulently unbridled &
dare
one
might
say,
violent
pillow fight
had between two laughing teenagers
bursting with
energy,
in the attempt to drown out the
uncomfortably
cacophonous
sounds being produced by
two
consenting
adults
engaging in rough sex in the neighboring
apartment.
My stomach turns slowly,
It’s contents moving about,
becoming saturated
In the acid that climbs into
My throat, burning like liquor.
Sweat beads squeeze out
Of my pores as I am suddenly
Uncomfortably warm,
The waves of wetness slick
My skin despite attempts
to continually wipe it dry.
My mouth fills with saliva
As the nausea intensifies,
And I try to comfort myself
By rocking back and forth
And whispering calming words
Into the dark, empty room.
They break up
His happy, while she’s crying
Eager to find someone ells he messes with other girls
Beneath her she wants to cry but she’s strong and holds it in
Revealing her true feelings to him, he laughs and walks away
Envy his new girl she does
Angry she walks away and finds someone ells
Kidding around she tells him she loves him
Uncomfortably he says it back she laughs and says
Perhaps you shouldn’t have laughed at me look at who’s laughing now
Sinking in a sea of Me
I gurgle, choke and bubble
down I go into my depths
into a world of trouble
Immersed in self, I cannot breathe
I'm suffocated so
I writhe and turn uncomfortably
with nowhere else to go
The stifling space inside my brain
gets smaller all the while
until I find a rope to grasp
within another's smile
Once heaved and pulled up, out again
I finally I catch my breath
saved from Myself, a fate I fear
was something worse than death!