sadness

At A Time

At a time that

is of past passing-

A yellow house brown

of blackened sunflowers

In a grey town

And a moon

as red as the, soon,

lives of death

Leads us through hours

beyond this taken breath


The house is dark, a hint of red,

and has a quiet feel, as before nature's warnings-

Then, it was at night,

they could feel a movement, restless,

Surely it was not right

The parents sneaked around

and death hit them in an instant

as the taker ran, never to be found

The childrens' hearts had a hole,

definitely, the three were not full

as they were saddened

at the night that was surely testless

and at that time, it was sure

they were not yet reddened


We open to a placement, a blue day,

where the many have had breath taken-

The children were in the foster

a system, that was very sad

as the brother was not on their roster

The brother, from his foster, he ran

Rightly so, he was definitely not a fan

They had found him by the home

near his siblings, that was a tad

too far for him to roam


Now a windy day, at a sunrise,

a green fire rises, higher and higher-

The boy's parents' sunset, to him, was impart

as he felt, his life was raken

so he set, in the prison, his heart

and went out into the darkness

on a path set out in fire,

where the sun sets on its blackness

and the rain keeps the heat

slow and still, until the time

his vengence must readily beat


He moves as a sunset

brings him closer to darkness-

The path ends at a house,

beyond the row of quinces

where he was sure it was his "workhouse"

He went in, to catch the killer,

temptation sprang, but he was backed

So, he had to enact

and, for help, became a caller

The tornado finally passes,

after the taker, he catches

but finds the alleges

never discovers him any coolness

from the darkness, and the dankness


What he thought was sunset,

was actually sunrise,

that brought, with all his ties,

him to light, without any debt

Later, in the spring,

the children are grown, the bells ring,

with candles lit,

comes their lives, moonlit

and sunflowers no longer blackened,

and their lives no longer darkened,

but brightened with

Roses, lilies, and pansis

never to forget, their taken breath,

At A Time

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Ghost of You

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Thalia

I feel like I'm grasping

At what's already gone
A shade of the past
A cruel man's con

 

And I cannot figure
How we got here
To a place where I shed
Many a tear

 

Where my tears mingle
With the rain
And although I love you
You cause me pain

 

How'd we get here
From a place so bright?
Appeared in darkness
What happened to the light?

 

From a time when we'd
Speak everyday
A time long ago
When "you're perfect" we'd say

 

A time when I'd
Call you sweetheart
When we were together
Yet so far apart

 

It's been a year
Since the start
Were you ever not
In my heart?

 

I'm clinging to
These fond memories
Soaked by my sorrow
Down on my knees

 

A month without you
Feels like eternity
I feel you slipping 
Into anonymity

 

All this history
Was any true?
This unfinished business
The ghost of you

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Tuesdays

I dont know why we're assigned our curses

Or why I can make them sound good on paper

Go ahead,  laugh

At my obscurity

Pretend I am as dumb as you think

I will not hate you for it

In fact you are my favorite reader

The reader,

Who despite their staunchest resistance,

Can do nothing but be mesmerized by me

Go ahead look

look at my words

My spies

The oils that drain off the paper

Seeping into your skin

Lurking through your hypothalamus

Hunting for that one night

That one terrible night

And all of the sudden

It is not my poem

It is yours

You are the one who's never felt so alone

You are the one who she'll never love

You are trying everything to make things better but have only ever known how to make them worse

We want to run from the fear and pain

But this where I stop running with you.

I end where my poems end

at the bottom of the page

So make your own disasters

Dwell on your own disapointments

Let them all be as miserable as you think they are

Be completely unreasonable

And remember

The only thing worse than being me

This bag of bones you found on the internet,

Is being a hypocrite

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spiraling

Folder: 
Poetry

I'm spiraling out of control

With no where to go

 

My mind is losing it's grip

Reality is begining to slip

 

There's no where left to turn

My desire starts to burn  

 

I can't seem to find my feet

My heart is ceasing to beat  

 

Sanity is but a shallow dream

Spinning too fast, I begin to scream  

 

I'm losing my balance, starting to fall

The world's gone black, you can't hear my call  

 

It's dizzying how fast I'm going

There's an odd feeling of knowing  

 

The end is near, it's closing in

My patience is wearing thin  

 

Goodbye to my sanity

It's spiraling out from beneath me  

 

I'm no longer who I was before

There's no one here anymore!

In The Corner

"Sorry to hear about your loss"'s

Are wooden and rigid

Templates learnt and regurgitated

Out of the mouths of puppets.

 

There are the hard-eyed portraits

On the wall with nothing

To say. There are caricatures

Who never cease to stop.

 

"Are you okay?" trickles out

Of the mouths of the mindless.

Questions back me into corners and

I have no choice but to nod my head.

 

The false testimony that is "yes"

Is as wooden and rigid as the rest.

There are too many timber slabs

Around me - I want to burn them all.

 

Let me set fire to your words

Before you bother to let them out.

I am sincerely sorry that I have

A loss for you to be so sorry about.

 

May the match put an end

To your stilted statements and constant

Questions. Unless in that corner,

I can find my grandmother again.

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I lost my grandmother recently, and it was my first experience of death in the family - an experience I was old enough to understand, for once, anyway. People I don't know as well have paid me their respects, people I know very well have said nothing at all. It's a very confusing and frustrating time for me, as I'm not quite sure of how I'm feeling or how to take people or how to do anything anymore. My first instinct, after being with my family, was to write. This was what came.

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Darkness

oh sweet and unforgiving darkness, 

how good you are to me

in all unspoken blasphemy, 

finding refuge when theres tragedy

with open eyes

cant see through your guise

a bittersweet demise

scorches my lies

with all my sin

seeping and pouring through the skin

 

for twas the witching hour

all who know this fear and cower

the chidren crying while theyre flying

in the darkness they are dying

 

humbug! believe not, there falter not 

see between the twilight or have you forgot

a soaring dawn or the euphoric nightfall

im enraptured, maybe ill be captured

but for now ill go to bed and sleep.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

long time no see guys and gals 

Depression's Defeat

Folder: 
Soul Poetry

 

Its such a deep, murky pit,

that drags you on under,

From the sobbed teary rains,

and your own personal thunder.

 

I cling desperate, to the walls,

in my life's effort to get out

Fingernails digging in,

I climb the only known route.

 

Escape is most essential,

for this aching, inner struggle,

As both the depression,

and the sanity, I juggle.

 

Brought about by pains,

of both my body and mind-

Some the result of abuses,

others have mentally assigned.

 

But never will I break,

and never fully, will I fall.

As always before, I'll come back,

-much stronger then them all.

 

For up at the perimeter's lip,

God's Hand extends outward, to me.

And His Amzing Grace, like always,

Lifts me up...and sets me free.

 

12:05 AM

Lying in the darkness

My pen will find

The whiteness of the paper

With my eyes closed.

 

These black scribbles

Are meaningless nothings

That fill the silence of the page

With beautiful noise

 

A head so cloudy

Overfilled with hopes

And the worries of last night

With more to come tomorrow

 

Lying in plumes

Of grey smoke that float

Up to my ceiling. Like clouds

With less tears to rain

 

These black thoughts

Are meaningful everythings

That fill the noisiness of my mind

With beautiful distractions

 

A mind so heavy

Way too full with worries

And more and more that just keep on

Coming and coming. My

Heart wants to know

When it will all just

Stop.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Sitting alone in my room with only smoke to accompany me and my miserable thoughts - how most of my evenings tend to be spent, musing over the same single object of my affection.

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