Best Unmade Poems
Let's just emote the dine!
Far to the North, we increase the enshrine,
send our tails to the features-
Whale away with convenience,
And all the while-
No one clocks the mile~
Our time was the picture,
every slogan here today pleases teachers...
Endemic, like what we wanted supplanted eases creature...
Let the demons play — and let them fall
As they seek their next prey.
Merry-go-round, lost and found,
Salt trodden deep in earth and pain.
Zombies crawl. An ass's stall.
I don’t need this bottle.
I don’t need you.
Forgive me —
For all the prayers I whispered in your name in vain.
Enemies within,
Those who proclaimed to be my friends.
Lucky, I suppose,
That the last seven years were already hell —
So when your shadow came,
My mind was ready to let go of this shame.
To my unfaithful beloved —
A mask of joy,
A face long tarnished.
The whore of Babylon.
The queen of ice.
Go to your best friend.
I am not him.
My errors —
But thy affairs.
My vain prayers —
Your dragon’s lair.
Wheat, tares,
Smoke, and ashes.
Set my demons free or bury them. It matters not.
But let the world know —
There is moloch...
And then,
There is you.
1. (Honest John)
2. You, (Snow White ) the Ice Queen —
You both were demons
are demons
demons
The tragedy:
A ripple in time,
That cost me (Ginger)—
One of my mentors.
Spiritually, emotionally.
I bit the hand that fed me.
You —
You gave me amnesia.
Trauma-Induced Dissociation.
And I laid my pain on (Obsidian butterfly)
You humiliated me.
You dehumanized me.
You demasculinized me.
You unmade me.
You shattered me.
You haunted me.
Because of you…
I can now be friends with (Obsidian butterfly)
I hadn’t spoken to her in 8 years —
Because of her divorce.
I projected myself on her husband,
Wrote her off.
And yet, I reached out again…
Because of you.
Two weeks ago, I saw a beast.
And I thought of you.
Along with this and that —
Something broke.
I am
A corroded lead nail —
Twisted, cracked —
Forgotten beneath flaking paint and dust.
You squeezed my soul.
And all that remains is bitterness.
I loved you.
You F***ing whore.
I was beaten,
Battered,
Threatened at gunpoint.
You raped me —
By letting him.
I was forced to watch.
You violated my body and my soul
By what you allowed.
And I fractured —
Trauma-Induced Dissociation.
But for the longest time,
I unfairly choose to blame someone
I'm sorry for being angry towards you, (Obsidian butterfly
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Life is a Series of Unmade Choices
Written: by Tom Wright
2/12/2018
Our life path is populated with unmade choices,
And mode of travel accelerates us on our way.
Too often we’re influenced by clamoring voices,
Leaving un-defendable choices on judgment day;
We face each day with a propensity of choice,
Then, by others, discover our options predisposed.
In allowing another to resonate as our voice,
We’ll soon realize that we’ve just been hosed.
One path was made for the straight and narrow,
The opposite encumbered by gimmicks and turn;
To be left as the ground of a pulverizing harrow,
And along with hushed voices, as chaff they burn.
Too busy wrestling
with our own demons
to bring an innocent soul into
the hell of mourning
an innocence lost,
I now grieve
for the loss of a life
never conceived
Dear one, I ask
you to forgive
those obsessions
that ruled the hearts
and minds of two,
blocking your
journey from this world
to the stars
Dear one, I ask
you to dream for me
those dreams yet undreamt
and hope the hopes never hoped,
for those dreams and hopes
still live,
tucked away in a corner
of this old heart
Dear one, I ask
you to feel the love that awaited you
and the pride that even now
burns brightly as a candle
in these eyes,
softly inching towards
its liquid demise
Dear one, I ask
you to take this hand
and hold it, just once
and cry those tears
never cried
for these tears
of mine I fear
are never to be dried
On this winter morning
I’m daydreaming
of warm summer daysprings,
blue lake glistenings,
butterscotch skin,
heartbeat quickenings,
and unmade decisions behind blue eyes.
your eyes seem to cry
my mind so blank to the thoughts
the bed where we lay seem to stay unmade
the house so calm and quite ,movement has gorn
the stairs seem to creak to the silence of the night
i sit alone rocking back and forth in my chair
the brandy bottle so empty
the night sky seems to make me cry
you left me on my own so,so ever cold
my heart will slow my mind will stop now I'm forever watch the clock .
the nightwalker
Prose…
Has a room built in
For the reader
To crawl inside
And sleep
Maybe
More than one room,
Unmaking all beds
That the Poet
—has so carefully made
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)