Hello Poetry

Time 2020-07-08 08:07:50

Web Name: Hello Poetry

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Old Navigators, Where they go or dream,Doesn’t matter. As long as there is still, Somewhere to go.Meanwhile I'll just sit on the edge, Well ahead of the crowd,Waiting for the train to eternity.Where it goes does anybody know?While I wait,I’ll sit on this deck,I’ll dangle my feet in the warm sea, Look at the sights. And I’ll enjoy it all,With the spirit I was given. Perhaps I’ll whistle a tune while I wait,Even if it is bad luck, It hardly matters.Maybe I’ll write in the log book. And if someone after me reads the entry,That’s fine.And if they don’t, That’s fine too. in every pausebetween the lovethat her heartbeats for you—mine will pick up the slack I was a fool.A fool that believed,And on your stage,I acted my part flawlessly,The way you wanted me to be. The tears slide down my cheeks.It's been a rough few weeks.I try to rise, to move, to stir;But all I can do is cryInto her fur. Her tail flicks over my arm.It stings from fresh self harm.I sob in tandem with her purr'cause all I can do is cryInto her fur.Her rough tongue scratches my nail.I stifle a broken wail. My vision's nothing but a blur,Since all I can do is cry Into her fur. I cannot surmount my situation. I'm fighting a war above my station.Perhaps someday some change I'll spur. Till then, I only cry Into her fur. i am lost in the mirrorin the haze of a stareher face is fading staticnot to lastthe mirrorgets the last laugh this lyric licks your face, leaving you-salty-caramel smiling, while listening to Janis, singing”(You Don’t know What It Is Like) to Love Somebody”no babe,nothing lasts, not you, not love, not me,no matter how hard you rhyme, theorize,forget and memorize, life’s only constant is constantly refreshing all,endlessly remembering and forgetting how to hold on to a heart, to love...sometime a breeze, usually a hurricane, comes along, prying your handsoff what you got, or, prying your eyes away onto something new, causethat’s just the way it is with human foolishness, you gotta “to walk, talk, rhyme and theorize, forget and memorize, always refreshing, knowing that nothing lasts”until it maybe does...———————————————————————————————“To walk, talk, rhyme and theorize, to forget and memorize, always refreshing, knowing nothing lasts, except things that last forever, last never, poems and decisions needing completion, choices, reordering songs loved best, replete all sorrowed pains, uplifting prayers, hallelujah hymns, last rites....”^—————————————————————- You’re much like the rain,You can be soft or heavy,Or kind to my drought. Although we can’t be together in thisLife, we’ll be together in the next I lay next to a deskWith your picture of you,  I have a knife, On my chest,Waiting for what’s next,I’ll meet you on The flip side,My love. You we're my sunshineBut then I remembered that the sun doesn't just shine for one person. I feel like I'm living in grey.The things that once made me spiralInto a mess of tears or jump for joyDon't seem to have any affect on me.Im neither happy, or sad.I'm just in a constant stateOf numbness, and I wish...I wish I knew if this was the calm Before an ugly black storm. If my fate is to love youFrom a distanceThen I'll burn for youLike a star in your night skyBright, steady, reliableUnwaveringUntil the end of time. Your sycophantic embraces make my blood wail like a siren.My whimsical musings running amok, did I want you to change?Dolefully, no! You're my drop of normalcy in a whirling sea of ***! I understand But it hurtsI never asked to be everythingI just wanted to be enough You made me feel like I wasBut now you’ve chosen herAnd I get it I would tooShe’s beautifulShe doesn’t have to tryShe doesn’t careShe’s exciting in all the waysI’m notI love her So I get why you would Want to love her too In the washroom my reflection and I,Challenge one another- A coagulated sweat,A Combat baby's brain, A moon that doesn't set- Ascending constant strain...Oh Anxiety, Paranoia,Obsession and Depression,Still perhaps, a poem just mightset free this true confession: Confusion and  Delusion The mirror's blunt conclusionPristiq, and then Welbutirn,Art's  inclusive-type solution.another one's challenge;my Reflection , and IIn the Washroom. "Blood I want it giving up the fight blood I want it-Lay me down tonight"-M.Myers your name is forbidden in my mouthor in my heartbecause wheni think aboutyou;i'll cry a little more,hurt a little strongerlove a little softerbecause you no longermake me feel soberi'm drunk on thememory of you the stars came from two thingsone that comes from dustand the other from her eyes Slow down,What are you running from?Wait now.What are your demons?Rest child.I promise the sun will come outin the morning.Just believe in yourself.You can make it through. I don't think this is complete. Something recently that just came to me after a long period of not writing. Break my bones;cut my throat.Pull me open,learn the ropes. Breath me in;taste the fear.Shank my skin;stand and cheer.Kick my head;let me bleed.Unbolt my veins;enjoy the read.Gouge my eyes;punch my face.Wrap me upin your embrace. and they never knew they were lost stars,building their empiresafter many lost wars. Dry blooms have purposeBeautiful fading flowers Knowledge is their seed I know I have been doing a lot of these recently. This one is done to the traditional format. Each line should stand independently and yet work as a whole. Bouquet of pink roses wrapped in conversationsAll I wanted was to see you happy and fill the vaseYour door will never be wide open for this affectionBut I'm happy that I'm allowed at the doorstep placeBecause I'm the lucky winner of past rejectionsI'm bad at connecting strings and keeping bondsYet the doorbell still rings a welcoming soundAnd when I stand on the welcome mat, the world warmsBecause I'm the lucky winner in your embracing arms i'm a crownless queenleft to wander the wastessearching for a princesswith whom i can replace if your damaged and just out of a relationship, allow me to make you feel worse by first pretending to make you better The flowers you gave,they’re dead, dried up, and wilted,just like my heart now. I posted this on another website--that's like my main writing website :Dgo check it out! https://theprose.com I am a beautiful imperfectionI am an unfinished work of artI am flawed and bruised beyond recognitionSo many ugly scars covers my heart. You're more than a dreamBut I dont want to wake upBecause you're out of my leagueI pinch myself time to timeDreading for the end if it's even thereBut I'm happy to call you mine I used to read your poemsbut lately you don't writeyou're silent and aloofyou know that isn't right.You can't close a door once openedyou can't abolish all your dreamsyou're a poet of the heartmustn't fall apart at the seams.Say what you can in wordsthey speak the message truespoken from the heartthe poems will see you through.A hermit's not your stylea recluse, you are notnever give up writingof things that you've been taught.I used to read your poemsI'd read them once againif you would send them out(this one's from a poet friend) The distant hollow of the high mountain pass swallows the setting sun as it steals away southboundbehind the coastal mountain's tangerine sunset hued silhouettes Mulberry plashed shadows pointing northward across the evergreens outstretched dimming, beneath the waning fade of each fleeting eventideSundown ebbing asunder the wafting daylight, each gloaming of the day, helplessly a moment sooner past, transfixed further south beyond yesterday's passing azureThe lazy days of summer escape unbounded, nomadic as the sea I've seen sail away before;evanescent as the beauty of the bloom summer days beheldand the memory of the fragrance they exhaleThe nebulous weight of the gravity is consciously denied by the truths a human heart beholdsA moment’s epiphany afflicts like a rogue wave in a calm sea;the only thing my heart ever wanted remains out of reachEverything my heart needs consciously surrendering to the poignant passing moment's beauty, the falling sun at distance sets more suddenly nowLost in the undeniable certainty life's imminent season's changeEyes drawn stubbornly from presence to a sky so far away, knowing there'll be no restitution for the welling sense of loss...A bitter sweet song mummers in the silence of the absorbing spell,summer's sun stained pages of watermarked soul scribbles,time tattooed reparation for the indelible ache of a harsh grey winter loneliness Perhaps too familiar, this whelming Déjà vu that tears my soul;     that tugs at these roots but cannot sever their sacred grasp But for now, eyes fixed to the sun'sinevitable tightening tether hence — to wear weary each fraying thread's  impending break Each sunset leans a deeper angle southward as it slips down through the firwood shadows;illuminating other faraway latitudes far beyond the distant horizon skiesThe preordained continuum unfolding what will be ...someone you used to know ... September 11, 2017 ... 7:30 PM No one will rememberif it was the oceanor the river -just fun in the sunthe sand and the waterunder a blue sky -or the feverthey caught thereon the 4th of July. If you could read my mind,You’d see a thousand papersFilled with broken poetriesAnd deadbeat prosesFull of woeful versesWith mournful piecesOf unfinished storiesThat are yet to be writtenAnd failed to be spoken;If you could read my mind,You’d hear horrible screamsAnd earsplitting weepsFrom shattered dreams,Kept in a nasty notepad,Scribbled on a bedOf bloodstained words,Ringing in my head.If you could read my mind,You’d see the shadowsThat lurk within me;You’d hear the bellows,Screeching the words“I’m tired,”“I’m a failure,”“I’m stupid –”I know it sounds stupid,It’s pathetically foolishAnd seems too *******.If you could read my mind,You’d feel the tearsI had ever failed to cry;You’d see the peopleThat make the weak weaker;You’d see the monstersThat consume my head;You’d hear the hollersThat failed to be freed;You’d see the heartThat still bleeds and bleeds.If you could read my mind,You’d see the faceI’ve failed to show back then,The face I’ve faked back then.If you could read my mind,You’d see a characterI had ever failed to becomeIf you could read my mind,You’d be able to readA book you never wishedTo touch and read,But sometimes I still wish Someone could read my mind. I wonder if poetry isa humble attempt to reducethe magnificence or terror of dreamsto words. Healing leaves are now disrobed branches on the edge of this wilderness. Many tall Douglas Fir stand sentinelover 100 foot tall amazing grace — the fleeting leaves expose the beauty of the moss clad scaffoldsadorned with a lime-grey lichen lace Nature is my refuge — solid ground to standin this harmony and peacefulness.Jesse Stillwater — December 2018 Left as a comment yesterday, mused by "Healing Leaves" by Reena Sharma:https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2843497/healing-leaves/ Wait in your eyesLooking out of window Few minutes seem like foreverThat restless walkThat slight nod of headThe noisy and the sensitiveThe nearing footsteps The wait is over Door opens and you're in my arms"My four legged friend Your treats are hereAnd yes I love you too!" I love himI tell myselfI know thatWe will be together foreverI don’t believe thatWe could be separatedMy thoughts tell me thatHe’s the love of my lifeSometimes my heart lies and saysI could live an eternityWithout himLike my friends say“We’re perfect for each other”And you can’t tell meHe’s not the one.Now read from bottom to top.

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