Best Ceases Poems
Cracked mirror, looking in with strange, wild eyes
Looking back are tender but deranged sighs
Openness holds no bars as pain sets in
Focused on the mirror’s opposing sin
Before me is a demented figure
Posing as what I’ll be in the future
I shake, as depression comes to the front
I try to touch my soul but only grunt
I falter, my mind shakes within its ground
Don’t know the shimmering lights that’s around
My image reels back as if in terror
My blank stare hits home, I stare in horror
Mirror shatters to thousands of pieces
Just now do I hold myself, love ceases
Russell Sivey
An irrational behavior squatter’s home,
Rattles hope and desires of a soul,
Requiring reengineering for survival ,
Otherwise it’s impossible to reach the goal.
Geniuses descend possessing,
A thought process defying the truth,
Narrates the story of disappointment,
Cremation of the souls blessing,
Energizing soothing misfortune turning life depressing
Catching eyes unpleasantly,
Enchanting for wealth and power,
Arousing bottom is sure,
Sensing at Zenith you bathe in this shower
Entangling your fortune at jeopardy,
Sophistication hurdles the simplicity and growths tower
Such thoughts should behold,
Understandings will only strike the point,
Celebration should be never ending,
Creating a unbreakable joint
Ending life’s in disappointed stance,
Seizing opportunities like anything for creating menace,
Such behavior is a poison for success known as “Arrogance”.
I used to get bitter once, when I could not have my way,
I used to get lost, i forgot to let go...
I am not wiser, nor better in any way, now,
I go with the flow and yet, have learnt to stay.
Swing, weave, smile and leave,
I am just kinder now, having hurt enough,
Kinder to myself
Kinder to the world.
My heart has been an open wound, but it does not fester as it once did,
I might never heal, but I have chosen to let go of the hurt,
I preserve my silence, chase my dreams,
Pick myself up, dust off and run along,
Even as the past ceases to be.
How do hares know when it is safe to cross the railway tracks without any fear
Says Northern Railways it’s because we send them a new time table every year
Help me cuz I can't help myself
Destruction has a hold of me
Damaging my body- my health
Would you be the one to set me free
I toy with danger and risk
Finger through the pages of depression
Making my stay with safety brisk
Will you hear my final confession
I am too lost to be found
Sheltered by a dark abyss
This huge wall built all around
I guess I'm easy to miss
Continuously bound and broken
I know I am missing pieces
My mouth so tired of the same words spoken
But this pain it never ceases
The world would be a merrier place
Where people worry not
What tomorrow brings
For there would be nothing to look up to.
We would go about our business
In absolute happiness
Light reigning supreme
Exercising power over the dark.
If night ceases to come
Surely we would tire of the sun.
As ingrates, we are
We would still question His grace.
With varying degrees of intensity,
my internal war rages on.
Freedom of choice vs. obligation to others,
a conflict that’s been fought since time’s dawn.
The battle requires a decision to be made
that personal responsibility must mediate.
Choosing a position to take is juxtaposed
to choosing a position to abdicate.
The skirmish renews each morning,
since the tempest percolates whilst I sleep.
There’s no option that involves fleeing
because the repercussion would echo too deep.
I long for a palatable solution,
which could usher in welcomed peace.
But my internal war will continue raging on,
'til I find an existential release.
Ocean waves never cease just like the pain of losing someone that never ends