I.
Winter breathes coldly
A rose on new-fallen snow
Beauty in nature
White carpet without
Inside, the dog sleeps soundly
Dreaming of Spring days
Rain upon the window
Soothing, sweetly singing soft
As I write about it
II.
Family stay near
Life's storms draw close together
What calm drives apart
Special together
As I concentrate on work
She watches TV
Fearing the future
She wraps her arms around me
And holds me tightly
III.
Alluring water-front
Holding magnificent crafts
Warships now at peace
Men of foul language
Cargo brought ashore today
The smell of the sea
Moonlight on the waves
Horns of vessels passing by
A lonely gull cries
Back to back the night replays,
Sitting here with a bottle called decay
And we’ve got the depression scented incense
Sitting in a circle, wondering why it makes no kind of sense
Why I'm dwindling to live or live and suffer on the fence
I got fed up and left the room
Went outside, tried to escape all that gloom
But what I found next was even worse, just rumors of doom
I visited this house I called home, but I’m not on the lease,
It all sounds so familiar, got the corpse of me laying there on center of the floor while you feast
Got it displayed over there like an art piece
Act like it was the true me, as if I was already deceased
But I’m still here, on the same broken couch, still sitting here
You ignore me, go on, take another beer
Am I invisible? Do I not exist to you!?
Every part of me, debatable, divisible, that’s what you called only true.
I just want to find a breakthrough
And just like you, it never mattered, no matter what I do.
Just like you,
It feels like an eternity since I left, I never cared to say goodbye
All these broken objects still here, and I never understood why
But as I grew up, I know now, I know, it’s how you expressed to cry
The broken objects are a physical mental wall you built to hide
Broken and unwanted, justlike you,now I know, throwing it out was hard to decide
But you didn’t wanna outright say
You felt your own blood was a source of your betray
Leave the family, it’s better, leave them astray
Let her stay there, let her lay
With all her demons she keeps at bay
I know now, your mind
Deteriorated
Dementia kissed you on the cheek and made us her kind
And like you I met her too, I became contaminated
We are only moved by the broken blinds
Forever Unanimated
You worship this building and every hole in the wall
Hide insecurity, and all that was spoken, ignore another call.
Put duct tape over the mess, and defend it all
I wanted to ask, when did you begin this journey just to fall?
I should leave before the sickness drives me mad
And just like you I close the door
Until next time, dad
I close the door, and leave the past on the broken, dirty floor.
But unlike you, I must defeat what you couldn’t
The thing like me that you always avoid, the tainted inner core
The beast inside…
© 2017 SachikoMochiko " Sachi Ruaya
What’s worse than killing someone? Leaving them suffering alive. Now, whether or not they suffer is up to them…
Cracks…that’s how the light comes in.
You found that someone,
Who you deem; is the last piece of you
O’ but that one…that other one just "
…
How long will your grip hold?
It’s a dark feeling; jealousy
Where green, grey and black swirls weave your heart
Like steel, poison ivy
As your blood curdles and boils,
your red-laced eyes eyeball
That one who touched your precious
Your precious gem that you admire from afar.
Your precious one, who births a hazy warm chest.
Your precious half…the other fading half of you.
But you refrain from killing
And instead of making arrangements to prey,
You keep that one alive but suffering from your fangs
Your inner beast lurks inside,
already devoured half of you and yourself.
Its true form will not feast unless you do
Your fangs…its fangs bite, drawing thick, oozy blood
Of the one you hold captive in your prison
All for that one precious one, you shed blood
Your bite…your torture…your beast
Is a reflection of the steel, poison ivy
Is a being born from your selfishness…your jealousy
But you continue to feast even when you know
Know that this beast will soon consume your flesh, Bone-clean
Because pleasure will come from ones’ suffering
You are blinded by the beast; your scarlet eyes see no more,
the beauty of your precious gem…
Blurry. Vivid. Pitch-black.
You have lost sight of your intentions,
And your precious gem’s light is no more
Now, you know: You. Are. Devoured.
You sit there on the bottom of the beast’s stomach
Living with the pure darkness of your own
Alone. With your crackling, dry heart -unable to love
After all, you were just blind.
Destined to lurk in darkness.
Emptiness. Your skin slowly peels off from the dry darkness
Slowly…painfully, in this prison, the veil is ripped
Revealing something undeniably powerful
You.
The bleeding wounds of which the skin is peeled
Thus, shunned the lies and unveils the truth
The truth of you embedded inside -within the beast
…
The light suppresses the dry darkness
With your passion, memories, joy and love
You slice through the belly…striving for freedom once more!
Author’s Note:
This is one of the small fragments to ready one of my upcoming masterpiece. I will write more poems like this (having the same motivational force). WORRY is next.
“Her Glacier”
Laying down on the shattered glass
I breathe in the shards
Letting the seeping blood drip
DRIP...DROP…
The ripples resonate and echo,
On the disheartened, crying ice
Eyes… dropping… crystals
Covered my saddened heart
Who, I scream a silent, dry scream,
as if I am in space, underwater
To my weeping eyes, “I am sorry for the wasted tears.”
I whisper to the silence, with my vivid vision
The vivid vision blurred by the saltwater tears
Can only see the back of the person I loved
FADE…into the mist of tears
The ice that weeps with me, from my ripped feet,
Shatters as I am taken to the abyss…
The very abyss of my own heart
I, slowly taken down, down…as I struggle against,
Against the deathly, cold water
As the rose thorns grasp my feet…they take me
To pitch-dark black,
Further…deeper…deeper
To the prison I made myself
Here at the ocean floor,
The place that is made out of my own tears
I wait…where the ashes remain
As I hope the pressure of the seven seas
Of my own heart, turns me into diamonds
The other part of me, who lives much above me
Where the snow punches your ragged skin,
In the heart of the land of fire and ice,
Awaits, in the concave of a glacier…
Aimlessly around the blue glass tsunami,
Breathing in the untainted, crisp cool air
Eyes floating aimlessly
Eyes twinkling endlessly
This slow walking giant, taking centuries for each step
Covers the land with its azure ice like a blanket
Treading on the works of any weathering
Glitters with streaks of endless blue…
O’ the beauty of the blue streaks!
Each a different shade,
Describes the indescribable
His exquisite beauty,
Walls as waves and ripples
Of water that has been frozen in time
Forms those very streaks!
Sapphire, Tiffany, Sky, Zaffre, Royal, Navy, Azure and Midnight blue
In bliss…all dancing merrily in this very cave
…an ultimate Eternal Dance
She, white light, origin of the viva Earth
Smiles through His crystal
Giving colour and light to His life
Givin’ His form…the Blue Crystal Tsunami.
Romance, like lovers, waltzing
even if one of them…will not make it ‘till the end
even if one of them…is slowly killing the other
She, who gives beauty to the giant
I, who lives way below them,
cannot compete…
A warm-blooded creature of the land…
It, who decides to wander inside…
runs Its hands on the mosaic of blue
To It, the ice seems to glide
As the twinkling light of the crystal cave winks…
Picturing the two together…
Below the glacier " inside the very cave- lays a beach
Crystal…His…Tears
O’ the beach of his tears…when he weeps with me
Slowly melting away
Either way,
His blue is much apart from mine,
Sleeplessly, I lay down on the shattered glass
Endlessly, breathing in the stabbing shards
As I accept my fate…way below Him
“Him.” “Blue Glass Tsunami” = Vatnajökull glacier cave, Iceland
“The Land of Fire and Ice” = Iceland. Iceland is known to have volcanoes next to glaciers.
“White light, Origin of the viva Earth” “She” = Sun
“Beach of his tears” = A ‘beach’ located in the cave itself. The sand is made out of ‘crystal’.
“A warm-blooded creature of the land” = A person. Human
“Pictures them together” = Takes a picture of the cave with a camera
“Even if one of them…is slowly killing the other” = The sun is melting the ice
“I” = A landform that sunk to the bottom of the sea, just below the cave. (i.e. ‘the third wheel’)
“…and here I wait. For her glacier. Who I knew will never come”
The cracked mirror
I impatiently wait for the day to be fixed
Hidden fear or
darkness, I couldn't say, the feeling's mixed
Trying to find light within the cracks
Breaking out of night as I listen to the heart attacks
Of the people of broken health I called me, once worn
In the city of myself, not meant to be, a battle born
Cracked skin!
Poison within,
a smile locked in, but inside a fight you couldn't win
Could I stand here and speak lies that this was really me?
Not really, I don't have much of eyes left to see.
as I just kill another one impatiently
so violently.
Until there's a void with complete darkness and nothing left
Just another alleyway destroyed, another empty something, just another personality theft,
Incey Wincey Spider
By jfarrell
Incey Wincey Spider, climbed up the water spout;
And when you fell a sleep; he got his stinger out;
And when you woke the house, in fear and alarm;
Incey Wincey uncle says… “I wasn’t doing any harm.”
Twinkle, twinkle, little star;
My younger sister, I wonder how you are;
So many years, we’ve been apart;
Like a lead-weight in my heart;
Twinkle, twinkle, little star;
My younger sister, I wonder how you are.
Three blind mice, a coward dad
See how they run, see how he drinks;
He beats his wife because she cheats;
He beats his kids because he’s weak;
He blames the drink, but it’s his fists that speaks;
Three blind mice.
Ring-a-ring a roses is about mass death, disease;
Baa baa black sheep is about taxes;
All nursery rhymes come from somewhere ‘orrible;
Somewhere far darker.
Just a thought…
Sometimes I hear the ghosts of my past
Often they whisper in my ear
Just out of consciousness
Barely audible, but present
Memories of those gone by
Now immortal in my mind
Forever they'll exist in me
Or at least as long as I live
For we are scars on the membrane of time
Carving our existence deep into it's flesh
Dying to gain immortality
Our existence tantamount to the memories of others
It
By jfarrell
(stephen King’s ‘IT’ - one of the best books ever written)
It doesn’t go bump in the night, and you know it;
And you know it isn’t under your bed or in the closet;
You can smell it’s foulness right behind you;
You feel it’s breath on the back of your neck
The hand slides over your shoulder, like a caress;
Then grips you, like a vice
You stumble to your knees, in terror
And see the darkest shadow tower over and engulf you
Caught; no escape
“Ladies and gentlemen, dinner is served.”