Yesterday I forgot the shade of your eyes
I struggled to remember your touch
Today I forgot the sound of your voice
Each day I don't miss you so much
In the end you only brought me sorrow
I wonder what I won't remember tomorrow
I had a love, but it flew like a
out of the cage, but never
I had a voice that spoke with
rendered softly, but now I
I had a charm that melted like
Now it's forming artery clutter.
I ballooned lungs, possessing
but your absence left a
I had wide eyes endulged with
but they can't relay what a
heart can see.
I had a heart that beat like a
but it's been chewed like shoe-
I had honey dance in my
Now it's tasted onion, hard to
I had a belly that held
Now they've come out like once
I had tickled ears filled with
They pranced like deer, into a tree.
I had pennies wasted on vain
Now they're poisoning the
I had a nose filled with rose's
but it blew with the breeze, a
I had smooth arms secure in
Now they're free, yet lonely,
I had soft hands, interlocked
Now they hold open their own
I had silken legs you loved to
I keep them neatly under my
I had eyebrows raised with
Now they're abased, full of
I had a smile, like a child's for
I still wear one, but it's a fake.
I had instincts, but I let them
like a rambling tongue, for
I had a feeling this would end,
but remained devoted like an
I had deep wounds, dripping
The stains are hidden under the
I had regrets of the worst kind,
but I've released them, lost in
I had a self, differently sorted,
vibrantly alive, now aborted.
by Juliet Ligon
for Giorgio's "Favorite Poem"
Give me vodka, give me rum
I love the feeling of being numb
Give me a glass of Hennessy
I don’t care, just give it all to me
Everything is getting blurry
Why am I so filled with fury?
Alcohol all day and night
The only thing that feels all right
Can’t live without a single sip
I need the taste right on my lip
I killed myself with a dreadful thought
I’m the thing I cursed and fought
Mirror told me all the truth
I saw myself, I saw my youth
I’m filled with sorrow, I’m driven mad
I am just like my dreadful dad
Can I stop it? I don’t know
Addiction throws me back and fro
Alcohol is my fire of lust
Burning me as if it must
Killing my innards, destroying my mind
All because life wasn’t kind
Trapping myself, now I want to break free
Could somebody ever rescue me?
I need to escape; escape this obsession
The hardest thing is fighting addiction
Stuck on a battlefield, this is a war
I’m falling apart; revealing the scars
Alcohol, deadly love, dark passion
I’m crying, raging and battling addiction
It's been a while and it seems like a lifetime
My memories of you starts to fade from time to time
It's been a while since the last time you said goodbye
But I didn't notice years are passing by
Though time runs so fast
I am still stuck in the past
It's been a while that you weren't here
I always feel that I am out of nowhere
It's been a while since you let go of me
Oh Why did you let go of me?
I keep asking this to myself
but even this question can't be answered by myself.
It's been a while since I start wondering who to blame
Such an action is lame
It's been a while since my heart breaks
But still the pain is at peak
When are you coming back?
I know you are not coming back.
I know you will never see my smile
And hear me say, "Hey! It's been a while"
By: Doris Jamoner
Gravity pulls my tears into pools.
Im sinking in sorrow -emotional fuels.
Just turn back the time, I just want a moment.
To say goodbye once, to cherish and own it.
I loved my granddad - a man more than great.
Paired with my Granny as the perfect mate.
A montage of memories that rush my soul.
My eyes fill with tears, I'm losing control.
Just keep it together, it's what he would want.
They all say the same, but I stand in front.
Happiness swells, yet sadness prevails.
Like Christ on the cross, with hands full of nails.
Life has a reason, and death isn't treason.
-It's moving on up.. A lifetime's a season.
I look to the sky and say my goodbye.
The time won't turn back, I gave it a try.
I close my eyes and imagine this-
Paradise in a place full of bliss.
World peace in a piece of the world.
Without loss and bombs never hurled.
Snow that falls that doesn't freeze.
Sun that shines that doesn't cease.
A land where "The forever" is real.
A scene where the sick always heal.
Life with infinite love, like gusts in the wind.
Two little doves, with eternities to spend.
God has a plan, fool-proof to the core.
Now Granddad's with him, a reward of much more.
If I picked my Valentine
she'd be a perfect 10.
She'd have blonde hair with highlites
and answer where and when.
She'd be a little shorter,
yet tall enough to kiss.
Her reach a little longer
to torture us in bliss.
Her shape would be the bomb.
As sexy as they come.
With hair up for the moment
I'd meet her at the prom.
She'd talk a little faster
with words I'd say are smart.
Yet keep me to attention
in hugs up to my heart.
A smile just like a lion.
Her face a source of pride.
One to show my mother.
And then to make my bride.
My Valentine was perfect
as I lost her way back then.
How was I to know that she
would find her perfect 10.
I feel such empathy when I look at you,
I see the pain you're going through,
I hardly know you, you hardly know me,
But we acknowledge each other silently,
Your face disgraces your usual smile,
And for a second I wish I could have it awhile,
The envied are so often the ones envying most,
The beautiful faces underneath, are the ghosts,
Scary, the masks we work hard to build,
Crumble like ruins of a wicked King's guild,
I hope all is well, that you'll be alright,
That sleep will come to you peacefully tonight,
And when life is cloudy, remember, dear one,
There are people around you to bring out the sun.
Under the hallow darkness of a November sky
Final grace came to her with one final sigh
Only the earthly robe is left now where she lie
"Project U. F. O." contest
Single file in a row
bare feet freezing in the snow
in a pile, bodies burn
all wait fearfully for their turn
ash and smoke clog the air
ringing with screams of despair
moving closer to their end
their minds begin to slowly bend
the snow is stained with crimson red
drinking in the blood they've shed
in the trees, starved ravens wait
to feed on those who've met their fate
more bodies burn, the bells tolls on
the moon reveals a scarlet dawn
as all the corpses burn in heaps
just for now, the darkness sleeps
By Morgan Mise
Written December 3, 2012
So we all face the weepy songs, throat clogged
just because its blue month with the rain running down.
So our stomachs quiver and we can’t quite turn
the doorknob, enter in to the late arrival complaints.
We forget them, next morning when the sun is strong
and our legs move us and our heart soars to sky.
And the breaking times, all alone, no one who understands
when nothing fits and we can’t figure out what went wrong,
we all have them sometime in our life, when our closest
teddy bear is a pillow smashed and covered with tears.
We set aside those memories, never going there again,
parent or child who died, suicide on mind that we recognize
in seeing you and hold you against the time you will reject
because even when we forget, we remember, all the deaths
and paint them yellow, plant the daisies, turn on brass
joyous refrains because having endured, we are strong.