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Long poem by Diana Viguri | Details |

Hurts when you keave

hurts when u leave

The MINUTE you turn to get on that plane
my head and my heart want to go INSANE
PLEASE turn around and set my heart free
I NEED you I WANT you to stay here with ME
As I drive away I simply FALL APART 
Want to scream please come back
You have just taken half of my HEART!
When you leave my days become darker & colder
How I cant wait for the day
to get this monkey OFF my shoulder
You just left but it feels like many years
The flood gate is open here comes the tears
Take me back to yesterday
The warm & HAPPY times
we had until you went away
Take me back to when your hand was w in my reach
take me back to our Romantic stroll on the Beach
take me back when our bodies were intertwind
to the "good mornng" greeting in YOUR beautiful blue eyes
I want to feel your body laying next to me I feel so safe
I want to go back to our special place
The place you and I only KNOW
THE wonderful place where DEEP feelings & intimacy GROW
The place where time stands still
We WILL make it my baby we
have the desire and the WILL
I want to kiss you so tenderly
A world without you in it 
is NO PLACE I want to be
I love being together with you even the mundane things are FUN
You are my dreams & my wishes all wrapped into ONE
I imagine you right here with me
the one and only place you are MEANT to be
This is your home here in my HEART
but DISTANCE had been unkind and kept us APART
I am missing the other half that makes me life WHOLE
This aching and longing definatley takes its toll
But I will NEVER surrender to the power it has over me
My dream & my GOAL  is US together for ETERNITY
I LOVE  the way I feel your Smile
rest upon my face
And I can feel the WARMTH
and gentleness in your EVERY embrace
I Adore that sparkle
that dances in your eyes
YOUR that special SOMEONE that makes ME so HAPPY
just to be ALIVE!
I Love To hear your laughter
it’s MUSIC to my ears
And your voice still whispers to me
and WIPES away my tears
You are the protector of my heart the BEST I have ever seen
Your are the answer to all my hopes &  my DREAMS
You are the inspiration in all I do
My life would be so empty without the union
of "ME & YOU"
You are my tomorrow
The love that gives me faith
You are my forever
And this will NEVER CHANGE
I feel so safe in your arms NOTHING or no one can hurt me now
You make me feel special & beautiful never questioning why or how
I could lay on your shoulder until the day turns into night
I BELIEVE in our future & I KNOW everything will be ALRIGHT
I Cherish your spirit
and how it sets me free
How your tender loving side
ALWAYS puts my soul at ease
If I had a time machine I would SURELY rewind
back to the place when you were ALL MINE
I would take 1 minute 1 hug or one kiss
NO ONE has ever made me feel REAL LOVE like this
A minute,  an hour,  day,  week,  a month,  a year,  a lifetime
Still not enough time with you
Is what you said to me
I agree my honey I am the lock & YOUR my KEY
My LOVE , you’re ALL I want
In you, I find joy and delight
You give me everything I need
I WILL NEVER give up on US without a fight
I think of you both night and day
I’m drawn to you in pure attraction
When you’re not here I ACHE for you
For your fulfilling satisfaction
I dreamed of love like this, and yet,
I never thought that I would capture
The deep, exciting thrills we have,
This intoxicating BLISS and RAPTURE
Your my lover and BEST FRIEND
WITH YOU my soul is filled WITH such JOY & content
My DEVOTION to you
will NEVER end
Theres a speacial place in my heart
that only YOUR love can FILL
Our "SOMEDAY" will come so for now this pain we must endure
Our happily ever after will become REALITY Baby
of this I am SURE

Copyright © Diana Viguri | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Isaiah Zerbst | Details |

A Well-Known Stranger

'Twas a sound I thought alarming, most assuredly disarming;
Up I rose from peaceful slumber to discern what it might be.
While my candle flickered, wavered; whilst my heartbeat halted, quavered,
At my window I was favoured by it sounding, dreadfully-
In the darkness loudly pounding- drawing nearer, dreadfully
As if calling out to me.

When the window I unshuttered, as my heart so wildly fluttered
Sounded forth the sound, and nearer, sounded forth so dismally:
And I heard the tempest sighing, through the trees and chimneys crying,
As if left alone and dying by some God-forsaken sea-
Quite forsaken, quite abandoned by the inky, lifeless sea,
Just as black as black can be.

There I stood a moment longer as the wailing winds grew stronger.
'Tis, I thought, but silly fancies dreamed imaginatively;
For there's nothing coming, leaving, and the night can be deceiving;
Yes, the wind was only breathing on the ancient maple tree,
Which was rapping on the shutters in the night, incessantly-
This was all that it could be.

Then a furious arctic guster gathered might and main and muster
And with hands so cold and clammy put my candle out while he
Wrapped his chilling hands around me, in his frozen grip he bound me;
I, his presence all around me groaned and grumbled in the dark;
As I groped and griped and stumbled, groaned and grumbled in the dark-
While he laughed so wickedly.

To the window, pitter-patter, I rehasped it with a clatter
Then relit and watched my candle as it flamed assuredly,
While it lit the old surroundings; but then how my heart was pounding!
As I gazed at the astounding standing on my posted bed,
Perched above the feathered pillows where I rest my weary head,
Perched there unashamedly.

"Ah," said I, "this nameless flutter sounding, pounding on the shutter
It was only this dear fellow trying so determinedly
To gain entrance to my dwelling, all to bring this piece of spelling,
And there really is no telling who has sent him here to me
'Till I read the little letter fastened on below his knee,
That he bears so cheerfully.

I undid the purple ribbon tied about the charming pigeon,
Quite forgetful of his presence as I read absorbedly.
I spent little time deciding who had sent this piece of writing,
For it bore me happy tidings in a hand I knew so well;
In a cheerful, laughing manner, so it was not hard to tell
That it was from my Melody.

"My favourite ribbon, I've untied it from my hair and wrapped inside it
All the words I wish to say, but am too far to tell to thee."
From this point and on hereafter I omit her words of laughter,
Words that make my heart beat faster; words that stop it suddenly:
Words that make me melancholy; words that make me shout with glee-
Words sent by my Melody.

When I'd traced each perfect letter, I was thinking clearer, better;
I set out some feed and water for my friend, repentantly.
"Pigeon," said I, "rest beside me; walls and roof shall safely hide thee
From the tempest roaring blindly o'er the inky, lifeless sea."
And I squinted through the shadows where he perched there silently;
Resting, sleeping peacefully.

Drawing near, I kissed him gently, thinking all the while intently
That the very place I kissed him once was cradled tenderly
By the hand I wish was holding onto mine, and deftly molding
Into mine, and mine enfolding, that of her who wrote to me;
That of her so far away across the inky, lifeless sea-
That of dearest Melody.

Entered In Kelly Deschler's Contest, "The Raven"

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by Johnny Williams | Details |

Only At The Stem

Words tell a story
But tears make those words supernova
I'm here to listen
I told ya
And Friday you took my ears and poured 
Poured out every content and drop
And I know there's more 
At 3clock you ddnt want to stop 
Jermaine took Johns spot
And Unc took ours
Thought about the magical 3 hours we had
As we retreated to our respectable cars
It was like we picked up were we left off in August
If there was an audience they would applaud us
But its just us only
You've tried to confide in others
But you want me
And I'm here to tell you I care
Hope that makes you less lonely

Hugging you made me high
Made me joyous
Made me fly
Made me appreciate everything that's we've been through
There's good in you
And I see it
Warm hearted 
But you're anemic 
If it happened in the past 
That's where we'll keep it
Cause nonetheless 
We've made progress 
You're still one of my favorites 
Just being honest
Honest to you in everyday
And my old motto used to be 
If I see a Santa Fe
It'll be a good day
And lately we've had some good ones
I'm on cabinet 
And you're on buns
Dynamic duo
Chelie Chel would know
I'm still here to catch you emotionally and physically 
Just in case in case you topple
Other than my mom
You're my next role model
I admire the mom you are to your babies
Still your babies
Even though it's been awhile since they've had a bottle
Ive heard so much about them
Will you let your daughter get a dog 
Is your son touching the rim
If there's anyone that can withstand the deep depths of you 
I'm the one that can swim 
Swim with you
Even when the water gets grim
Our relationship is like a flower
We're just as the stem
Stem into something great 
Cause you don't provoke me 
You push me 
Put in some hotcakes
And then go drop some cookies 
When you started crying 
There's was no time to be a rookie 
I had to be a veteran and show up
Despite me being 19, 25
Whatever
You've mentally pushed me to grip up
And I won't let up
I enjoy hearing all that you've been through
20 years in the game 
You've prolly seem all types of food on the McDonald's menu
I'm drawn to you 
There's something in you
John told me to tell you hi
Thankful for you and him 
As he would say 
me and your relationship is growing Into a beautiful flower 
And we're only at the stem

Growing takes time
Takes patience 
Takes maturing 
It took me understanding in depth
What exactly you were enduring 
And I love to learn 
Love your language 
Love to listen 
I think some of the days you had attitudes 
Was the days you needed someone to listen 
I was here the whole time 
But it took time 
For us to have our time 
And we did 
I hope to have more time soon
With this pace 
Our stem flower will take no time to bloom 

We both have to power
Have the peace
Have he porogative
To progress the stem grown flower 
This beautiful plant 
It is ours 
And it's just at the stem
To show you someone you care 
You don't have to be kin 
You don't have to be buddy buddy
You have to be willing
Cause the Williams getting to work with is fulfilling
The Williams and The Lewis
Friday was proof we can make a killing
I look forward to growing this flower of a relationship 
Hopefully one day it'll grow past the ceiling 
I know how you're feeling 
Feeling like we're growing the speed of your sons lanky limbs 
But it's more like an extravagant flower 
That's only reached the stem

Copyright © Johnny Williams | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Jason DeSantis | Details |

Crash

We had been under its grip for days. The truck swerved from lane to lane as it sped through the dark. She was screaming mess of anger and pain. Our shattered pieces had always fit together well.
We shared the same bed of broken glass. Neither remembered making that bed-
we were content to lay in it together. Another true love never realized, Bastardized by fear confusion and hurt.
Blood still ran from her nose. I was done. I had enough.
She wanted to keep going. I couldn’t take it anymore. I looked at her with tears dripping off her cheeks - blood streaming down her face. Dark tired circles framed her glassy hazel eyes. She stopped in the middle of the road -reached in her purse. I begged her not to as she pulled it out. She looked at me with her soft compassionate eyes- Pleading with me to join her. She laid out two I wouldn’t do it...not again. I passed my breaking point a day ago. She begged me to. I hated leaving her alone to it. I had always been with her-
every step by her side. I loved her.She was one of the best friends I ever had We used to plan to run away someday. Laying together in our secret spot in a field at night- we would get high into the early morning- Stare off into the stars. She would always ask me where I thought it ended? What it looked like? What infinity was? Was there more out there? We planned out every detail of our future A small place on the beach- simple bullshit jobs-
getting lost every night. Now there we were. Strung out, miserable, and stuck. She did one off the cigarette pack and pushed it toward me. I shook my head-
A car laid on its horn behind us. She got pissed off at me and did the other. I felt like shit addiction is a lonely place without company- I left her alone.
I could see in her face she felt abandoned. The driver from the car behind us sped past yelling something out the window. We started off again speeding recklessly down the road. We blew a stop sign and took a wild turn- She hadn’t bothered to touch the brakes. She turned to me yelling almost incoherently.
It was a rage I had never seen in her face. She started hitting me both hands off the wheel leaning over top of me swinging Punch after punch I sat there. I knew she was miserable, angry, and broken. I had no problem being a punching bag I always had been for everyone else and I didn’t even care about them.
The truck was still rolling on unattended. I grabbed her wrists- Begged her to calm down. The truck cut a sharp right we rolled off the pavement. I grabbed the wheel and pushed it hard toward the road The truck bounced out of the ditch onto the street.
She hit the brakes terrified I yelled at her, slapped her, I hated that I did- I hated doing anything hurtful to a friend. The last time we met up she looked tired. Life had beat us both down pretty good. She apologized for not keeping in touch – Told me she felt like an awful friend because of it. She told me that she thinks about me all the time and smiles- She knows one person is out there somewhere that really loves her.

Copyright © Jason DeSantis | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by Robert Candler | Details |

Circle of Life - A Pet Story

It seems like just the other day
Our pup, Shadrack, did pass away;
And altho’ they never seemed like friends,
My old cat, Jorg, knew Shad had met
   his untimely end.

He mourned his loss every day
And looked for Shadrack everywhere.
He’d mew and moan as if to say,
“We were friends.  I do care.”

Then one night, an eerie howl
Awoke me from my sleep.
He’d found Shad’s toys and left no doubt
That his feelings did run deep.

So our tedious search began
To find another likely pup;
But while my poor wife still grieved,
Could another measure up?

We went to Second Chance and Free to Live.
She just could not make up her mind.
She loved them all; but, if she picked just one,
The rest would have to stay behind.

Then, quite by chance, there was a “pound pup”
Who’d been picked up from the streets.
He was a mutt, a “schnauza-pug”;
But he was awfully sweet.

He jumped up and kissed her frantically.
He seemed aware of his “iffy” situation.
He made the best of his opportunity.
Tears of joy told her elation.

“This is the one”, she smiled through tears,
As she held him... oh, so tight.
“I’m sure that Jorg will like him too.
Everything will be alright”.

And so it was, until one day
When old Jorg did pass away…

There was no hesitation on this sad occasion;
Come Saturday morning, we went straight 
   to the pound,
Open minded and hoping to be “saviors”,
Surely a nice cat was to be found.

“Sadly”, the lady said,” three kitties have only today.
There’s Andre and Panda and another one too”.
My wife smiled and said, “Jorg was your boy.  You pick.
They’re both beautiful cats.  It’s up to you”.

As I pondered this commitment
Another cat, a young one, caught my eye.
Like Jorg, he was a common gray tabby.
Fond memories were stirred.  I almost cried.

On closer look, his name was Boris;
And, strangely, he was number three.
There was a small sign on his crate,
“I don’t like other cats and other cats don’t like me”.

But there was character in his eyes and he was cute.
He was rolling and purring and stretching.
He seemed to look deep into my heart
And did his best to be quite fetching.

But because he was just a common gray tabby,
And because of the little sign,
His chances were slim, his future quite dim
And one day is precious little time.

For a moment I was lost in his eyes
And I heard his desperate plea, 
“I’m a swell cat and litter box trained.
Take me.  Please, take me”.

“Well”, my wife urged, “is it Andre or Panda”?
“One of us will take the other kitty.”, two older ladies chimed.
“You can each have one ladies”, I said with a smile.
I want Boris and he wants to be mine”.

In just hours he was romping and rolling with Pepper,
Who had happily welcomed his new friend.
Boris was a perfect fit, an affirmation;
The Circle of Life never ends.

Much more Joy than Sadness in this Circle,
And there should never be regrets.
Honor their memories and all the love they share,
Never break the Circle, never be without a Pet.

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by Kelly Deschler | Details |

The Poets I Hope to Meet in Heaven - A Tribute to Chan Hurst 1979-2014

A few poems written by Chan Hurst, (Just That Archaic Poet)

I hope that we can find some comfort in them at this sad time.


"A Rational Explanation"

What must I do to see this through-
Unlock the world I never knew?
For all I've seen hath been untrue,
As all I've felt hath plagued me, too!
I am no more, past Deaths before
I've reached the end of Living War-
(to see through eyes both blind and closed)
A life to touch, but never know...


"Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep"

Every day, to God I pray
For answers to Life's enigmas
Patience lays in wait to stay-
To cleanse our Social Stigmas
We pass the time in our idle Dreams:
Like fallen stars in singing streams


"A Happy Ending"

Remorse and regret, I mustn't forget
Remind me that Life is a process of Learning
Indeed for I sorrow'd; 'twas always upset
As the Truth was met with painful discerning

But now my eyes are open-wide,
Grew to love what I once despised
I am no longer sick inside-
I just feel happy to be alive


"A Master's Approval"

No happier could I ever be,
(Or feel a joy's enormity!)
Than to know a Soul as Poe-
Would say he likes my poetry!


"The Poets I Hope to Meet in Heaven"

I pray that in my Eternity,
I'll meet Shelley, Poe and Emily
That we'll all sit down at a table round,
And at length discuss our Poetry!

And Longfellow, lest we forget
Lord Byron, Shakespeare, and beloved Keats!
If I prove their favorite Poet,
I could accomplish no greater feat!

For all my many silly musings,
This one I covet above the rest
For my Soul's toil- finally proving
That the Masters love me best!





"Heaven For A Poet"  by Kelly Deschler

My own piece of heaven, a quiet little nook,
With only the finest parchment in a leather book,
A feather quill pen and an ocean of ink,
My thoughts would never stop to think,
Every single line I write would rhyme,
My poetry would be beautiful and sublime,
I'd be entertained daily, by Dr. Seuss,
And, put to bed nightly, by Mother Goose,
Lessons from Byron, Shelley, Coleridge and Poe,
Teaching me every single thing that they know.

My own piece of heaven, will have to wait,
Until one day, when I must meet my fate,
So, for now I will have to be content,
With my own words that may be heaven sent,
Inspiration from my idols is all I need,
Writing poetry in a notebook from Mead,
With this cheap, plastic Bic pen,
And a dream to be, just like them.



This poem was one of mine that Chan had faved, so I thought it would be appropriate to share this now and dedicate it to him.

I will always miss you, BP, my brother in poetry, but I sense that you are smiling down on us now.

I know that Chan idolized Edgar Allan Poe. I remember him telling me that someday,
he wanted to share a table in heaven with that "good ol' E.A. Poe".

So, Chan, if that is what you're doing now, I envy you, my friend! 

And, you said that you would personally invite me to that little gathering, remember? :)






Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by Alex Duffy | Details |

I miss hip hop

Hip-hop died when beats became more important than lyrics
These days it’s just a beat and cheesy hook
95% of rappers sound the same; I don’t want to hear it
Studied the greats so I won’t become a slave in Nas’s rhyme book

Rappers talking about guns they’re too small to lift
Bragging about diamonds and the size of their chain
Yet some fans have the nerve to say Eminem and Nas should call it quits
At least they write to bring change

Half these new kids probably need Immortal technique, Lupe fiasco and Kendrick Lamar to dumb it down
In the mainstream all they hear is sex, drugs and lyrics that make no sense
All the good hip-hop is underground
In the mainstream its guys rapping about what they don’t represent

We need someone like Tupac who did song writing to believe 
Wasn’t scared to stand up to anyone fighting his beliefs
N.W.A had a genuine reason for not liking the police
A few old school west coast rappers tried getting Bloods and Crips reuniting for peace

We don’t get a thing from rappers today
They don’t understand the importance of KRS one, Public Enemy, Rakim, Big Pun or Jam Master Jay 
Dear god you can have Gucci Mane, Lil Wayne, and soulja boy if you bring Tupac back to life
 Sick of some hip-hop fans still bringing up the fact Eminem’s white

I remember when Nas destroyed Jay-Z with ether
But these days every song on an album is a feature
It’s getting worse, it’s too poppy and auto tune sadly came
I’d rather listen to LL cool J, Ice Cube, Kurupt, Big daddy Kane

Pitbull gets played on the radio every 5 minutes
All his songs are cheesy and sound the same
Jadakiss hasn’t got the respect he deserve since he arrived in it
Biggie said the sky’s the limit but first we need the ground to change

Crooked I is the king of the west
Joe budden is the most under-rated he gets everything off his chest
He’d rather inspire people than make radio hits that bring a bigger cheque
She has no talent, so to sell records Nicki Minaj has to strip to her g-string and a vest

14 years in and still credible yet fabulous hasn’t got the respect he deserves
Lyrically above most and kills every verse
Yet Iggy Azelia is everywhere despite the fact she ahs ghost-writers
The last thing hip-hop needs is another Flo rida

I’ve always been an outcast maybe that’s why I listen to Big Boi and Andre
Since he got with Kim, we just haven’t had good music from Kanye
At least Eminem came in and said I’ll be like me not like you
How can any west-coast rapper not have respect for Ice-T & Ice Cube

Too many new rappers claim to be the greatest when they’re not even close to the best
They can’t compare to Nas, Eminem, Tupac, Biggie, Big L, Big Pun or Dmx
I could have named a lot more but I’d be here all day so apologies to anyone I missed off
I’m sick of this new rap music. I miss hip-hop 

Copyright © Alex Duffy | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Patricia Davis | Details |

Love and Gratitude

                                         Love and Gratitude
                                          By Patricia Davis




In the chronicles of love, I've felt my deepest distress
Truly unwanted feelings of separation brings me despair
From the one I love, one day equals a thousand years
 Yet that still maybe too long.

Broken hearted how can this be? When things were going so well.
Loves aroma blowing brisk fully in the air, the Hanging Gardens of
Samurais, and all its splendors of love could not compare
My love, who’s lips were sweeten by summers fruit, from you a single kiss can bring such great delight, why then am I broken hearted to where it keeps me up at night?

Praying and fasting, hoping that you’ll hear the cry of my soul, and forgiveness in the air.
In a world where mistakes on beauty can cause a woman to scream
and yet the biggest mistake I made was saying something I didn't mean.
Will the gods, will the goddess, will the Lord aid me in my distress
why oh why, am I taunted and torched here?

Oh, somewhere I’ll find myself, with you in the coolness of the day.
 Laying by still waters listening to the melody of your voice
Who is this coming up from the wilderness, in chariots of gold gushing forth with the wind of God behind his back?
It is my beloved, and in him I take great delight. With skin tanned by the sun and eyes of black opal’s hue, returning for his true love, underneath the apple tree I await you.


It is here where you comfort me and aid me in my distress
to forever light the candle that stands in front of your picture frame.
Take me back to the beginning where love was not just a name
Or a song, sung from ancient text. Where the words that penetrate our souls, kept us forever more, send me guide me to loves unconditional adore.

Ride me, ride me, gallop me high into the skies
where arrows dipped in love, pierce the heart and blind the eyes.
Send me; take me to the temples far away, where song and dance and beauty treatments prepared me for this day. In the beginning there was love and it hovered over the waters deep, where fables of love and fairytales come to visit me in my sleep.

As I lay here in your garden, I am naked to the world, vulnerable to loves frequencies innocent and still a girl. I long for trees and fragrant plants that remind me of your scent. Imagining and dreaming a life with you content.

Earth shaken by distance, division, and unwanted soul cries

                           Love and gratitude
                           Love and gratitude

                      In your temple I offer my life
My lamps are trimmed with oil, like a virgin I await my king
the songs of a maidens’ sighs, love and gratitude I awaken thee.

Copyright © Patricia Davis | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by Jewel Seuss | Details |

Love: Contemplating On Your Doorstep

(Oh, how time goes by, hm?
It's been
A long while 
Since she last said 
Farewell.

(She remembers;
Your smile
Despite your unnerving hand
Said you wanted to plenish
A rogue tease
On her lips. 
Which was fine 
Then.
But time went, 
And desire disguised itself,
Spiraling into satirical hatred. 
And somehow between
Ponders and dreams
Of whispering tickles
Inside your ear,
She escaped a fate chosen for her.)

(And maybe that's why she came.) 

As I stand here
Below your window
A tattered red 
Wired on my face.
Despite all
Banter against it,
I could not help
But be here.

Don't get me wrong.
I argued it profusely,
Though you'd say I always do.
But as I stared into the mirror,
Into the eyes of desire
It was inevitable.
Fate as you too, 
Would say,
That my fingers should grasp
That dress you once loved
And quiver its stream
Upon my skin, 
Flowing loosely into a 
shimmering waterfall.
You know I wouldn't have worn 
it
unless,
Well-
(How should she begin?)

Remember?
When the splattering color
Thrashed its way upon
The black canvas of night?
You stood off
Away.
And I stood even farther.

I called to you
And wished you all the best

-albeit the deafening insult
I cradled with wishes
echoing in your humored mind-

I meant it.

The words were as genuine
As the heart throbbing
Under the chest
As I watched,
Lost in those colors
Thinking of,

Well-

Forgive me.
I should have called
And declared my timely arrival.
You probably have
A matter of importance
To uphold.
But as I recalled
You loved sugary treats.
And maybe when your diligence 
ceased
For just a moment,
And you craved a sweet for 
pleasing,

Just know
You would only to place your 
hand in mine
To take it

(Why isn't she quick to the point, lad?)

I'm sorry.
I know you'd like to hear this
From someone else,
Spewing it from their throat.
But today
In all of the disguised things you 
love,
I wanted you to understand.
I was hoping,
All that changed would be 
devoured
By what I needed to tell you,

If I could.

(If only she could.

The truth is,
She knows it is
A fated destiny.
Though one that does not start 
here.

For even if
This door swung open
And her heart bloomed.
Even if you wielded
The words of 'I', and 'you'
And 'unsheathed destiny'.

Even if
You scorched her soul
Fervently with honeyed love,
Where before the crafting of 
your hearts
From friends, pains and time
To be sharper for yourselves;
From you to her and her to you,
I'd have to say
With the essence,
Of everything I am
That it just isn't meant to be.)

Copyright © Jewel Seuss | Year Posted 2013

Long poem by Anthony Cast | Details |

The road to life

I can't pin point when it started, where everything went wrong and I got left behind discarded, it might have started back in the day, family in turmoil forever in dismay, we were torn apart, separated and forced to split, playing both sides of the fence I was torn and split. I remember when it all took place, I took my first toke hit my first joint, needless to day I was slipping away and that was my point, road to addiction and apathy, not caring about whatever lies ahead of me, looking for that escape that one hit, drown my sorrows in alcohol and keep that bong lit, white lines leading to a false reality and get away, falling further and further under the surface, unsure and doubting myself believing I had no purpose, on the path to self destruct with no way to construct, just straight up ****ed, I remember back in the day I was a good kid, perfect student in every class I had an a, loving family everything seemed perfect, but life had another plan for me and my fam, all the good times seemed to have faded, family dinners smiles and laughter the memories are out of reach and I'm left just jaded, the only relationship I can safely say was destroyed by my addiction, my girl of seven years lost without a rhyme or reason. Other than my own selfishness I betrayed her trust and repayed her loyalty with treason, after losing I became clean, doing extremely well going to school and working a functioning member of society and the sober team, the elation was short lived and no way to blow off that much steam, at the peak of serenity to be be brought down to nothing, thought I was expecting, a child a new life, a new reason to get myself right, but I was unable to get into contact, no way to talk left alone with my thoughts, crushed for over a month, the epitome of bell in my eyes, no happiness just sorrows, frustrations and cries, not the way I thought my life was supposed to be screaming up to the heavens why are you doing this and testing me, completely broken with nothing left inside, emotionless with everything to hide, but today is a new day and there's always a new tomorrow, no longer wishing to change the past and asking for time to borrow, no longer just a skeleton and hollow, living life to the fullest giving myself a second chance, although from the outside it may not seem like it at a quick glance, I know what I want for myself and my life, stay on this positive road wish upon that shooting star tonight, that everything will be how I know I can be, to be comfortable in my own skin, persevere through the struggles and be addiction free, basically saying I just want to be me.

Copyright © Anthony Cast | Year Posted 2013

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