sadness

Creeper

Creeper
 
Paranoia creeping up
The silent killer
What's around the bend?
Are they searching for an assassin?
The ultimate expose!
Exposing secrets that you
Thought were hidden forever
Perhaps you're not so clever after all
We're all fallible, vulnerable
Sensitive to the light
Fascinated by the darkness
But this is no way to live
Peering out of curtains
The bent window shades
Gave so much, so you thought
Just peace of mind
A tiny piece of the pie
Deserving of it so
Not feeling entitled
But so many want to take it away
Or is that a delusion?
A fallacy of an overactive mind
That seemingly nothing can slow down?
A lie if you ask me
But its gonna take something greater than man
For you to finally feel at home
With feet firmly on Terra firrma
Cause if you break it down
Narcissism pure and simple
Mental illness all the way.
 
Once there was a fire raging
But now its smoldering
God, it's so cold in this house
In this heart, body and soul
There's gotta be a way out of here
Without busting down the door
Just forever to tiptoe
Through the eternal minefield
That never explodes.
 
P-1/22/15
 

Grandma

Folder: 
Just For Fun

 

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The honeysuckle branches
Hang low,
Heavy with fruit,
Heavy with the scent
Of sweet sweat
And sugared sand.
And as Grandma chases
Her shadow
Through the
Bachelor buttons,
I watch -
The flowers dance
For her,
And Grandma
Whispers something only
They can understand,
And August washes each
Flower in her warm,
Quiet wind.

 

Papa can see her too,
Her and her shadow
In her little garden -
Can almost hear her
Spirited laugh as she
Breathes 'Good Morning'
To the Black-Eyed Susan's
And the Four O'Clocks.
And the new blossoms
Dance to the music
Of her words,
Somehow lost
In their
Beauty...

 

And Papa smiles some,
Wipes at that disobedient tear,
Still missing her.

 

Copyright © MMXIV Richard D. Remler

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

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"Grandma always made you feel
she had been waiting to see just
you all day and now the day was
complete."
~Marcy DeMaree
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A Single Ray of Sunlight

Walking in darkness,

sometimes we forget

that light exists.

 


We fixate on what hurts us

deriving identity

from our pain.


We look away

from the hands

that could rescue us.


Aching

Longing

Filled with regret

Alone

Lost


Our vision blurred

our perspective limited

our views tainted


Conflict.

Contention.

Crisis.

Our constant companions.


Forgetting how to feel,

how to love.

Forgetting who we are,

letting shame define us.


Fire

Anger

Hatred

Self-loathing

Threaten to consume us

Unquenchable

Unfixable

Unrelenting


Everything we believe about ourselves

and the world

and the people around us

is a lie,

Warped by our own twisted thoughts


This is OUR world

But it is not THE world


Change is possible.

For you, for me, for all who see

through darkened eyes.


It comes in small moments of clarity,

like a single ray of sunlight

slicing through the clouds


The road to peace

can be a long one,

but the journey begins

with hope.

Aidenn Nevermore

Folder: 
Melancholia

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Be forewarned,
Take heed, be wise.
Be sure you've said
Your last goodbyes.
Before you venture
Out of doors
Along those haunted,
Craggy moors.

 

If you feel a something
In the rain,
Or hear the wind
Whisper your name,
Hold fast, be still,
And wait the Bell.
Pray morning finds you
Safe and well.

 

For it leaves no footfalls
On this earth.
No cloven hoves,
Nor raptor claws.
It is not bound
By what you think,
Your religions,
Or your silly laws.

 

It is not drawn
By your petty cries.
Nor by the warm scent
Of your skin.
And it cares not
Who lives,
Or dies,
Your innocence,
Or sin.

 

Be cautious
As a shaman's shoe.
Watch every thing
That watches you.
Be wise. Be ware
As you roam.
And pray the day
Guides you
Back home.

 

If it watches from some
Sheltered lair,
Pray it does not
Find you there,
And hope it does
Not hear your cry,
As foolishly
You tip-toe by.

 

Remember Aidenn nevermore,
Her walls of shelter
And her grace-
They are trapped beyond some
Distant shore,
Above this dark
Unhappy place.

 

Here, the heather
Reaches high,
Yet leaves no echo
In the sky,
To tease our cold and
Sullen breeze
And tap such
Shadowed mysteries.

 

So, be forewarned,
And do take heed.
Be wiser than
The wisest need.
Before this eve's
Unanswered prayers,
Don't let it catch you
Unawares.

 

Copyright © MMXI Richard D. Remler

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

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"Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too.

They live inside us, and sometimes, they win."
~ Stephen King
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Unbelievably Unbelievable

"Unbelievably unbelievable" were the words whispered in my head,

Interpersonal voice narrating the fate left in my stead.

Pondering happiness and virtue, my confidence is nill;

I used to wish upon a star but now I wish to feel.

I repeat these words in my head every single day,

I revisit my past experience and wish that I could stay.

I waste my time in this pain of mine, daily i wish for day to end.

All this time in this life of mine wasted so I may comprehend.

The day to day imbalance, life traded for time once lived;

Memorial injustice in memories I won't forgive.

Why must we live behind our eyes in prisons with no retreat?

Why must we lay awake all night attempting to find our peace?

Why can I not be happy, who am I to reinvent my calm?

I believe that it is possible yet life is proving me forever wrong.

 

Guilt, forever always meaning only in the end,

Do we ever find ourself with the ability to transcend.

Only on that last day are we together with our flaws.

Only in that last day will we find the windows to our walls.

Only with that last breathe will we know with which we lived,

And only with that last thought will we be ready to forgive.

 

 

 

 

 

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Nois Sesbo

Folder: 
Voodoo

The cup was half empty
before we were born
The taste mirrored sour fruit
I collected drops of uncertainty to fill it up
And yet full it never did run
I found you in a sea of faceless books
Drops of laughter filled page after page
of self-loathing
The drug you chose was the remedy
I was deprived
Deep, deep down parts of me
unwound
My darkness, dank and distorted
reached for your elusive light
My madness is infectious
you never stood a chance
We tiptoed silently, searching
for a way around the Burden Tree

A path never travelled would have

been better suited

But now I watch and I wait

you moved on with grace

The staccato rhythm of my thoughts

echo across empty walls

I wish I could split in two

But I was a plague and you were a Pachelbel fugue

Together,

rhyme with no reason

the devil's interval

a space with no shape

...love in an augmented form

But,

the cup was full

the fruit was sweet

And as always...

My madness stained the blue to red

I only know how to create destruction in my Path

I thank the darkness for the distance

and only hope that you find happiness

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

In the event it's not obvious- the title is a play on the word, "obsession." 

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Detour

It saddens me
That you once believed in me
And I have failed to make the grade
I've made my own bed
It's time I lie in it...

You'll never understand or accept
The reasons for me pulling away
They aren't that obvious
And the sweetness and kindness
That used to be saving grace
Has turned into ugliness and hatred
A stranger to you...

I gave you what you wanted
But not what you sorely needed
A closeness, a partner
And the blame knocks at my door
You want to know what
How you are at fault
Is it gonna change anything?
Will you believe it?
Rest assured, no one is
Immune from the pain...

If love is a game
I'm woefully unprepared
And lost yet again
If love is real
Then I'm ignorant to its claim
But we aren't going anywhere
Arguments, not conversation
Are the order of the days winding down
Until its end
We want the best for each other
What's the use of opining or worrying
About who we will pick down the line?
Once you were mine
I was yours
And there is only regret
That I failed to keep beauty
In my grasp
I'm sorry...

P-3/25/12

Waiting For You

 

As I stand here, waiting for you,

The wind whistles tunelessly around me

And playfully ruffles my hair.

But I don't care.

I'm waiting here for you.


As I stand here, waiting for you,

The rain showers me with icy kisses

And waters the rose that I hold.

But I'm not cold.

I'm waiting here for you.


As I stand here, waiting for you,

The street lights all glare at me.

I nervously twirl the rose

And alter my pose.

I'm waiting here for you.


As I stand here, waiting for you,

The old clock strikes, like a curfew bell.

I give the rose to the street,

Then motivate my feet.

I'm finally through waiting here for you.


-RH-



 

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Mirrors and Memories

 

Do mirrors have memories, and if so,

Do they sometimes weep at the sights they have seen?

I don't mean ugly faces and out of shape bodies,

But rather, all the anger, meanness and deceit

That sometimes goes on behind closed doors.

Mirrors can witness a lifetime of such things -

Sometimes several lifetimes. So I wonder,

Do they ever shed a tear? Do they ever tell?

Or do they eventually break under the strain?


-RH-



 

 

 

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