he comes
with lights out
he leaves
the presents of his
being
being
that he is
like Kilgor
was
here but
never stayed
in a luxury hotel
during
the winter
was fine i even
turned a blind eye
but now
the temps are
better and warmer
time to test the waters
the
outside
from looking
from in should be
appallingly
appalling to
applaud to such
as one down and out
If I ever meet depression in the physical form
I will inflict more damage than a biblical storm.
Invading my mind like satanic parasites,
feasting on my happiness bite after bite.
I'm hating myself for the person I've become,
I'm helpless to it, pathetic weak and dumb.
Thwarted and fallen, appallingly unproductive.
The torment insurgence transforms me destructive.
I'm useless and failing, increasingly alien,
these aint excuses, it's depression I'm wailing.
I'm left handed, right handed, ADHD,
depression, self loathing and anxiety.
My ambition went missing with drive and dreams,
my confidence in submission to doubt that gleams,
these parasites co-ordinate as an efficient team.
My one weapon is hope, and hope is supreme.
7/6/2019
You are not welcome in bed.
Go sleep on the sofa instead.
The problem my dear
Is appallingly clear
You've forgotten the day that we wed.
Never Satisfied.
Why do we always want the women we can’t have?
Why are our choices of lover, so appallingly bad?
For the ones we want the most, usually only let us down
And the ones we don’t really want,
Are the only ones who want us right now.
Even though we know the one who lies,
Next to us in bed isn’t good enough
And they’re only here for tonight, to feed our lust for lust.
There are so many out there, that we lust after;
Even though, we already have a lover.
So we become paranoid, that we can’t satisfy our partner
And they will go look for another.
For they, like us, think the grass would be greener
And somehow forget the contentment,
We feel, when alone with each other.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Hails upon stormier tempestuous
sea surges, ascending, mountainous
waves crashing, splattering, appallingly
Strikes against lighthouse's sentinelling
Beam glowing, rebuffing, unremitting
High tidal's signature magnificence
To prevent maritime catastrophes
Whence before radar-scope inventiveness
Contest name: The Lighthouse
Theresa Stephens
Date posted: 9/22/14
I unsteadily
Drift away on an air balloon
Vibrantly glancing at the crowd below the surface,
Sharing my utter enthrallment
I unbelievably
Cascade into the stomach of the churning ocean
Ceaselessly infusing my bleakness at the crowd above,
I disclose my utter frightfulness
I inescapably
Collapse into the bottomless paradise
Intensively eying the crowd before me,
I conceal my devastation
I face
A confrontation between life and demise
I trace
A pathway that unsteadily drifts back to reality
I glimpse at an air balloon released in the swaying wind
And I hope urgently to drift back into ecstasy,
But it’s above the surface…reaching for the universe
And I hope appallingly for another tranquil lifetime
Shock has become part of me
For I have seen the worst
I am now always prepared for the . . .
What else could be more shocking . . .
Than one’s heart screwing it up selfishly
A whole seven years love was stabbed
Without winkling nor thinking, Am I in for another?
So, the night looks naturally calm
Not knowing what was in it for me
I wanted to get her on phone
But the network forces prevailed
I had thought aloud to myself
But I was mistaken though appallingly,
“I forgot to swap it, please, I am sorry”
“Forgot”, I queried her shockingly
“I’m sorry” she said, but I was not done yet
She sounded different and her voice very heavy
Certainly from my tiptoe, I knew something was wrong
“What happened? Have I offended you?
Are you okay?” “No! I am very fine,
Offended me! Obviously No! you’ve done no such thing”
Alayande Stephen T.
Monday 19th November, 2007
4.56am
The tangle continues, IBK unveiling new gears.
She's so kind to me,
Everything she does for free,
And I love her so endearingly.
Potentially, the perfect place to be.
But she has become my sworn enemy,
Protecting myself from me,
And just when I need a little energy,
She ruthlessly denies it to me.
Is this such a common quandary?
It fell upon me naturally.
But how could this really be
Was I just to blind to see?
Can you really see me down upon my knee?
When I'm making you want to run and flee?
And I just don't agree,
Can't you see?
Interestingly, apparently optionally
But definitely consequentially.
She's making me feel like I'm behaving appallingly,
For she is crying hysterically right next to me.
And it's causing us pain both physically and mentally.
So we resolve to solve this with common sense, intelligently,
But common sense is an accident and we're acting accordingly.
She's the air that I breathe,
But we're both living in purgatory.
And by the way, I don't own a rhyming dictionary,
I haven't done that, it's all just happened to me.