Best Eating Away Poems
Written: February 5th, 2024
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My heart is leaking blood,
I can view hatred flowing,
from every corner of the planet,
a volcano spewing nasty lava,
their voracious acts are suffocating,
the flower that has yet to bloom.
My heart is leaking blood,
antagonism and skepticism are rife,
a deadly snake is gently coiling,
and choke the breath of mankind,
to further their murderous impulses.
My heart is leaking blood,
since darkness invades the psyche,
steeped in narcissism and xenophobia,
a broken culture has misled people,
into thinking differently over faith,
both ethnicity and attire face a threat,
In self-interest and as an adversary.
My heart is leaking blood,
a soul-to-mind debate has ceased,
lurking by avarice and false tenets,
for the eminent aims of foes,
cultures will spread,
as history has predicted.
My heart is leaking blood,
In reply to the cruelty and abuse,
executed upon the cult's people,
despite being freed from rivals,
but have we freed our minds?
My heart is leaking blood,
to ignore these savage fringes,
who has infiltrated minds?
eating away the distinctive,
need mind cleansing before locations,
restored successfully,
everyone must be a self-reformer,
continually striving to be a dear person,
than they were before.
the light within will always guide you;
all you must do is listen and follow.
~Marionette Master~
All my dreams evolve around my wooden floor
Candles and clowns the show must go on
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The Moon slowly moves its way into my room
Dust pushes through my window making shadow puppets on my walls
The talent on my walls dance, scaring my sweet dreams away
No cradle-songs tonight
Dangling artisans’ fingertips scratching down my core
Exquisite observation, an alley down “Death Street.”
Panic rattles my bone,
Stuttering a taste of ma' ma' ma' mama' off my lips
Grandfather clock ticks with every pull of the string
Invisible jellyfish puppets swaying their feelers that sting my site
A superior skill eating away at my fear
I can’t breathe,
I can’t move,
It dangles!
What can I do?
Carved Marionette figures locked in my head
A game in which trickery and deception are the main events
Staged with an evil sinister mask, sanctioning my nightmares.
No one to rescue me from the danger of this bedside playground.
The puppeteer engages to provoke me with my own dolls.
A dramatic performance throttles my mind …….
I cannot come out from under my blanket,
I cannot run,
My hands cannot reach the circus print lampshades!
A shadow show played in slow motion!!!
Realizing the moon can pull a world of strings with its own light
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Suddenly, boney fingers from the sunrise show me the way…
I look down until my toes touch the cold wooden floor
I creep and creep,
Then I flick on my lamp.
The purple walls swallowed the orgy drawing inspired by the mooned night
A huge diversity of graphic illusions of puppetry in my room vanishes in one click
Mother please no more Pinocchio in my lullabies! ;-)
What is this feeling
This feeling deep down in my soul
Eating away at me
Threatening to tear away my flesh
And unmask me as someone completely different
Than who I pretend to be
When you’re constantly worried
About being exposed
As someone who you think no one will like
You can’t focus on who you really are
Life is no fun
When you are not letting your true self out
If you constantly hold yourself back
Hiding from the world
Pretending to be tough
Pretending to be a person
Who is not bothered by their words
So let your hair down
Be the person you want to be
Who cares if they don’t like you
You are worthy of their love
If they can’t see that
They’re blind
Let yourself cry
Let yourself feel the feelings that you always denied
Let yourself be who you want to be
Don’t be the person you think they will like
Be the person you will like
Since childhood,
as alexithymia struck my soul.
I kept all my hopes a secret,
hidden in a bucket of unshared dreams.
I kept my soul sweet like marshmallows,
but life has finally caught up with me,
Like a fast car overtaking recklessly,
leaving me behind in the slow lane -
and I'm running out of fuel.
I'm a vehicle of flashbacks from flashlights,
fatigued from embracing the old,
preparing for freshly brewed emotions.
Yet they deprive me at every dawn,
as new beginnings are always challenging.
Suffocating in this silent selcouth slumber,
life tries to call my bluff, when it knows,
I am the master of my masquerade.
My soul pleads with fate to usher me with belief,
but I can see death at my doorstep,
creating intrusive insecurities like termites,
eating away at branches of my sanity,
feeding upon my ordained Orphic glory.
Emotions are an interior mechanism,
so many remain fooled by my exterior,
but I'm tired of searching for salvation.
You who claim to love me,
gift me a scented candle made with your hands,
so its sentimental scent can bring me peace.
Take me to a place without a name,
without a label,
without judgment -
without suffering.
Unchain me from jeapordising January jitters.
Free me from meandering in misty meadows,
which have misplaced me in foggy morning sunshine -
bring me clarity.
These are not random thoughts, random poems,
because my ink is tired from trying to find new metaphors,
to supplement an abundance of alliterations,
portraying humble happy horizons.
Love can be a false emotion,
when we yearn for reciprocal ravishing redamancy,
but when was love ever equal or even fair?
I have no resolutions, just to breathe with ease.
Sometimes love's presence made me feel aesthetic,
but sometimes a badly drawn self portrait.
You can stay or leave, but do come back,
hold on, but not too tight that it chains my wings.
When I ascend, please, miss me,
so my spirit flies back to you.
Can you not see the irony?
We accumulate many reasons to die,
but search for only one reason to live.
Ask yourself which oxymoron are you?
Dying to live or living to die?
*Alexithymia
A person's inability to recognise or describe ones own emotions
* Redamancy
a love returned in full; an act of loving the one who loves you; the act of loving in return
Existing, so removed, in your ivory tower
From high in your loft you wield your power
You weave your emotions like Rupunzel’s hair
dangling enticingly waiting to snare
Keeping your feelings locked behind bars
elusive and untouchable distant as the stars
Seemingly honest and raw and true
easy to trust what you say and do
Woven with steel emotions impenetrable
your victim will feel completely irreparable
You are always right, you never bleed
everything you do plants a calculated seed
Little by little the insecurities grow
eating away at what we think we know
Dare we not question our reality
thinking we know what’s apparent to see
You know what to say how to speak to a heart
your ego unchecked you execute your part
Perfectly played you’ve planted the guilt
how dare we believe what we think we have felt
Go away and come back do not let go
paralyzed with doubt insecurity will grow
Finally the escape before our soul is gone
entombed as it becomes in a deadly catacomb
The climb from this well is steep and so hard
but we leave this hell with emotions chard
The light will be warm and stinging at times
bright days grow longer we know we’ll be fine
Escaping the world of a narcissist
Is full of traps and emotional twists
Be strong and true to yourself and your goal
never again allowing that emotional control.
Fighting the demons
no one sees
only you feel it
eating away at your skin
crawling in your veins
where your blood use to reign
supreme
the tingling you feel
is it just your imagination?
I can see it in your eyes
you are no longer who you were
they have taken over
possessed every inch of you
try and fight the madness
that’s not part of you
No one will believe
you just gave up without a fight
don’t let them steal your last breath
©220720121025
I, the empty man,
The hollow man,
Exist here in the shadows
Of twilight. My senses dead,
Burned out of me along with
The tattered, wasted rags
That were the only remnant
Of my tortured soul.
Like hellfire, the flames
Roared through my Self,
Consuming all there was and
Leaving naught but the acrid
Stench of a being destroyed.
My eyes now stare out from an
Empty shell that once held so
Much life and promise.
A vessel that once was filled with
Hopes and dreams of happiness.
Those are all gone now, replaced
With a fathomless nothingness.
Black is the void that dwells within
Now. It swallows all light and laughter
And echoes back a harsh mockery of
Life. Still the fires smolder, eating away
At the foundation, the supports, moving
Itself toward total collapse. When it does,
I will become the nothingness that I
Contain. Swallowed by the void, with
Nothing left but my anguished screams,
Echoing into oblivion.
I lie beside you
Trying to keep still
Yet…this need is eating away at me
I sigh
Sure that my desire
Is working its way out of my body
Glowing out through my pores
I’m sure it will hover over you
And entice you with it’s aura
Pulling you awake…
And I wait….
The minutes drag on
My thoughts consumed
By images that sear into my flesh
What could be….
I can’t quench the fire
Sleep is impossible
Not now
“Wake up!” My mind shouts
Yet my lips are sealed
My breath comes in muted gasps
“Please…wake up”
“Selfish, selfish!”
My mind cries
“Let him sleep
It’s been a hard day
He needs his rest.”
I acquiesce
I toss and turn
In my mind I converse with you
“It’s been awhile
Surely…you want it too
I don’t know what to do!
How can I sleep
When I desperately want you?”
A movement on your side
I hold my breath
Hoping it’s true
The craving that will not sleep
Forces me to speak...
“Touch me!”
My most sultry voice
Breaks the stillness of the night
Your heavy breathing is stilled
I feel an awakening
Emboldened
I guide your hand
To my waiting breasts
Which I’ve bared for some time
In readiness
In anticipation
Waiting to bring me pleasure...
You pull me to you
And your lips close over them in turn
Making all my dreams come true
The open window carries out the sound
Of our frenzied sleeplessness
My every womanly sense
Is taut….alive
Wanting
Needing
Demanding
Pleasing
Energy born out of insomnia’s rage
I blaze through these moments...
Satiated…I sigh
The tenseness wanes
My body goes lax
My eyelids heavy
As a plant a kiss on your lips
I slip
I slid
Into that land
Of sleepful bliss.
July 3, 2013
For the Sleepless Nights Contest
Leonora Galinta
When the night falls, slowly eating away at the blue day,
I lay, eyes awake, mind searching for a perfect image of you.
I search my ears for a remnant of things that you say,
But nothing I find comes close to the real, physical you.
These thoughts of mine do race without stopping to take a breath.
Until sleep comes from exhaustion alone,
And I dream of being by your side until my death.
Your absence is as the agony of a broken bone.
Those few nights we shared a bed,
I felt things I did not know existed in this life,
And though, "I love you," you have repeatedly said,
I will not be at peace until we are wed and I am your wife.
Solid roots buried deep within the earth
Though a chimera
Far above the dense ground
High high above
Where there is no one else around
But down down below
To a place rarely talked about
Where everybody goes
To confront the darkness that lies within
Slowly eating away at our soul
Slowly devouring us all
A species as a whole
Will things ever change?
yes
For better or worse
The answer is unknown
Whether or not we choose to live life recklessly
We all endure our own kind of legacy
Whether or not we choose to be seen
Is irrelative to our destiny
Run from Fame
Ego
Arrogance
Radicalism
Carrying the restricted hatred of shame
With nothing of any true value to gain
Chasing satisfaction
In an immoral domain
Having the power to enthrall the criminally insane
Having to always pretend to play this game
Hoping that it’s all a game
All from the same death set aflame
Burning ghosts of an iridescent pain
Praying that some sense of morality still remains
one moment the sun loses a spark ~ and from that fireball life grows dark
one moment steadily turns to night ~ blackness gnaws eating away light
one moment life holds plenty ~ despair manifests draining til empty
then one moment a baby smiles with fire in her eyes ~ and all’s worthwhile
By
David Kavanagh
And I ask you what you want
And you ask me do I care
And I just want to ask
will there be love there?
I've been dying to love
I've been in love with dying
I've seen the world in ways you'll never know
And it takes all I've got to keep from crying
When the world is ripped out from under your feet
And its weight placed on your shoulders..
I promise I will be there
When its eating away at you
And you wind yourself up just to make it through..
I promise I will be there
And I ask you if you care
And you say we need a mend
And I just wanted to tell you
That I'll love you till the end
Consuming fire
Bitter ire
Eating away at me,
Turning me into ash.
Burning fire
All consuming ire
Smiling has become strange.
It seems that I've really changed.
Everything I once knew,
Grew a crooked smile and ran away.
Damning fire
Strengthening ire
And all I can do is laugh.
It's not a nice sound.
But neither is,
Lasting fire.
Fear eats within my soul
unknown moments where failure is
agony collapses giving away
falling swiftly downward stopping hard
black iron lines angles down
parallels joined in molten bonds
repeating rolls identical bars
anchors are driven securing strong
jagged sharp edges down to doom
to bite hard into yielding flesh
fear of slipping stumbling falls
pounding apart in trembling flesh
seizing gripping clinging strong
carefully edging descending down
memories of failure weaken resolve
need to forces onward going down
straight lines bend in weakening curves
strength is yielding giving away
fear is rebounding eating away
resolve is weakening yielding to fear
careful slow movement continues down
nearing an end carefully sought
freeing from dread at journeys end
escaping too briefly at dangers end
Not allow politics to pollute the populace
With issues like regionalism and language
Permit free movement of men and goods
Connect the country with tree-lined roads.
Deal ruthlessly with anti-national elements
Issue stern warning to all political animals
Mischief by them may attract prison cells
Or deport them to far off Siberian jungles.
Corruption eating away the vitals of nation
Shall be dealt with the deterrent castigation
Persuade the people to stay honest and just
Remain steadfast to the ideals from the start.
Would certainly encourage sports and games
Without discrimination between the sports
Not allow them to do things other than play
Push them to perform for the nation anyway.
Two areas namely agriculture and defense
Are important, I believe for fast furtherance
Linking science & technology for advance
And lead the state to grandiose deliverance.
Maintain cordiality with every other nation
Always upholding the dignity of my nation
Neither yielding nor bothering is my dictum
With pledge absolute to protect the sanctum.
Thus is my agenda for action instantaneous
To free the motherland from evils infectious
To hoist her on the pedestal vividly glorious
If by chance, I become the dictator gracious.