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Breathe

Breathe"

Why.. the question remains.
I feel darkness and my joy gets drowned out..
The World has so much darkness
People walk as drones just passing and breathing out..
Their sighs and hatred radiates like waves..
The waves crashing on the ground in front of me..
I feel like I'm drowning and I can hardly breath..
Why.. this question swallows me whole.
I look to the skies and those twinkling little spots..
Can anyone tell me why..
I'm finding it hard to breathe..I can't take in air..
My eyes feeling like shutting trying to blank out the darkness
Why why why.. can't I breathe
Please someone tell me
Enlighten me because I don't know why?
I just want air, peace and happiness
Why am I here?
Can someone tell me why
I breathe out..exhaling sadness
I wonder why..
I don't fit in.. and just breathe out..
My sadness.. my inside cry is drowning me
I can't breathe..
I take in a long breathe and exhale sadness..
Please tell me why..
Why why why..
Tell me why..
Why why why..

Magic Roundabout La Ronde Ii

She wears curtains in her eyes
Uses them like a surgical knife
Draws them closed each day
To cut and blank out her daily life
And she slides in the needle
That helps her to find
The matching opacity
Of her tortured mind

Her strength and her addiction
That gets her through each day
Of the life she has to lead
To find the money to pay
For the contents of that needle
So you think her eyes are dead
As you pass her on the street
Just two dull orbs in her head

And sometimes you may think
From her dull eyed stare
She’s not in this world but
In her own hell somewhere
And she nightly works the streets
Harassed, ridiculed, abused
And so many occasions
Just paid for and used

And sometimes for a while
Her eyes are opened wide
Until she slips in her needle
And relief pours back inside
And she resumes her life
As an underclass pawn
As those curtains in her eyes
Are closed and tightly drawn

Our Musings Flow

Our musings flow, in stillness slow
At times we just blank out
Moments when heart is not mellow
Our mind begins to doubt

Wherefrom comes thread of thought
That inspirations brought
Which begot what we ought

When heart aglow
Our musings flow

09-November-2021
Quietus

A Poet's Burden

I wish I could clamp down a lid on my thoughts
And stop them from overspilling
It'd be better than tying my mind in knots
Over worries not so thrilling

I wish I could stop my mind from fast whirring
And sleep without turmoils at night
Sometimes 'tis better to stop than keep stirring
Mind matters that keep me uptight

The strangest of thoughts at the oddest of hours
Getting creative late at night
Being a poet has both its curse and pow'rs
When it leaves me in sleepless plight

I wish my mind had a button to shut down
And blank out when necessary
I would rather sleep than wake up with a frown
But 'tis my burden to carry


05.23.2021

Stone Free

Seeking out the sanctuaries
till jaggedness wears; blunt
only tumbles harder, to boo
nightmarish: it knocks keen
etching, grooves which rake…

Fleeing sleep, a roused huff
real, wheels in its silent war;
engages a caged subterfuge:
Eloquent is a pebbled stone!

(8/15/2020: Inspira: Sanctuary contest & ‘04 Eliminator 30 Daytona, Davis)

 Stone Free Footnotes:

Should I heed the unconscious, or toss?
Throw it back to its recess of non-exist 
Obscure it and blank out an angry emo
Not turned, the stone sinks in a cavern
Eventually it buries so deep and I, free…

Free…; till a flooding dream flashes grief
Released, it streams in polish, smoother
Eely slippery it slithers easily to the fore
Emerging, it shines in its dark: do I flee?

Anarchy On the Horizon 2

(should Brexit be cancelled)
(this is the reality, part 2 of 2)

They believe we will be quiet 
overlooking injustice, 
but hate lit fire will spread in riot, 
for this they have pushed us. 

they envision us prosper in peace, 
with growth and all fine, 
but have hate remain not ease, 
their enemy of mine. 

they made a mockery of democracy, 
expect us play by its rules, 
we will choose and embrace anarchy, 
won’t recognise what rules.
 
narcissists blank out true reality, 
Remainers have shown they do the same 
Remainers and all too my enemy, 
this country never be the same,

You must understand, 
we do this for a reason, 
they didn’t accept defeat, 
so now we show them beaten,

Uncivilised rejections of a vote, 
uncivilised hatred they grow, 
grow and grow will never go,
goodbye Great Britain cheerio.

Overflowing Pride

Overflowing Pride
Written: by Tom Wright
November 2015

With remains now scattered to forever meander,
Let my pride in his armed service remain swollen.
Now seated in muteness and with mental gander,
Endeavoring to call back years that I deem stolen;

Though Joe’s ashes now rest in some field alone,
And many, perchance, will blank out his name.
He will never become just a disregarded stone, 
But an additional reminder of war’s cruel game;

Coppers

Do you look into me as I look into you
Or does the blue blank out what in me is true
Do you see the badge and the gun so real
And never wonder what inside me is the real deal

They say that you walk and talk a special drawl
And always sit with you back up against a wall
But you know at the end of the day 
Cut me and I will bleed away.

© Paul Warren Poetry

A Stormy Day In the Southern Alps

A STORMY DAY IN THE SOUTHERN ALPS

An environmentalist in love with his endowment, cast an eye upon the defender
of nature’s delicate balance, she the soul queen of conservation, together the two assimilate like the prevailing hurricane lock horns as the beast would in battle.The vibration rattles the old tin roof of our cabin, while the black possums scarper

clouds ejaculate
far below blank out the sun
Aoraki                     smiles

The tempest cuts through the backwoods far beyond the horizon, deep
in camouflage torments the deanery of elementary life forms. Flashes
of lightning waver through the gloom become centre stage, thunder 
rumbles on, a drum roll an intro to a symphony of hail harmoniously
pounding the diverse depth of the valley

drowning in colour
the forest canopy yields
Kakapo            declines


© Harry J Horsman 2017

Spitfire Ace - the Bravest of the Brave

Glide on the wing then bank to the left

Dive with the wind then bank to the right

Soar on the cloud and feel the sky

So many unanswered questions why?

See the enemy's cloud and turn to fight

Picture that love you had in the corner of your eye

Adrenaline surge in the roar of the stride

Pierce the air with steel, give them nowhere to hide

Hear the gnashing teeth under stone white eyes

Strain the body with 'G', feel the tension cry

Dodge and weave, blank out thoughts on life

Fight with all you have in this outnumbered dog fight

Hero you are, hero you will always be

One of the bravest few who saved your country.

The Perfect Dose

THE PERFECT DOSE

after the drugs I lay on my back
covered under cool clean sheets
departing into fluorescent lights 
passage travels tubes of liquid state
body perfectly fixed and in tune
but still…

my dead mind sits in the corner of
the room like a ghost watching its
departed body… longing for 
another chance at life
I slide under once again
resigned

a birthright, genetics, bad luck
permanent or transient
understood or overlooked
perhaps
Heaven forbid…
chronic without a cure?

squinting I stare into bright
hospital lights pulled from
shell forced into sight  the  
confidence of which I was
incapable

lifeless and sticky
deathless but sickly
hours move 
I blank out
 what’s straight ahead
avoiding all that floats
above this pristine bed

Hovering
Soaring
Hanging
Sinking
Drifting on….

the perfect dose



© Kim van Breda—30 September 2015

My Confrusion

My mind is dead,my heart is cold i feel like theirs a demon inside me that i cant control
,I blank out at times and waking up god knows where,showing my feelings are very rare i
feel dead but yet i am still here I feel alone in this world no mom or dad with happy
memories to share I gave them up along time ago my love is like  i cant trust any one
because i always get stabbed in  the back my mind is racing my heart is hating  my life 
can you see the pain in my eye that im trying so hard to hide  im scared to let family in
side of my life  i tried before and it back fire i cant depend on no one accept myself
because to me that is way to difficult im tiered of looking in the marrior and just seeing
a monster im tiered of being alone i wanna be any where but a place called home its like
weed is my only doctor but i know its hurting me  can some one help can some one tell me
whats wrong with my self

                                                                             By jayson
Gargiulo

That Gut Feeling That Makes You Laugh

That's all It may be 
but this has meaning
it's an evil clenching
a feeling: fencing
a battle of body and mind
but you're to decide

Something you read 
and you skim and skim
again and again
and your in pain
your stomach hurts
and you go insane
you hold in a laugh 
but not for long
you blank out...
and you walk away

My True Love, Will Heal My Pain

Every memory of the past, 
sure did leave an impression that did last
every cut, and every bruise
healed real fast with nothing to loose
but the emotional scars sure did stay, 
All those nights I cried to pay
each and every tear, wiped on my sleeve
smearing my eyeliner, everytime we had to leave
yes I've lost and I've gained
much happiness to be framed
the pain still settles without a care
the day I blank out in a stare
but a smile on my face, 
will make a lucky guys heart race
my one true love will heal my pain, 
and at last, true love, I will gain

Rebound Love

You never check up on me like you used to
Why don't you try to get me to chase you?
I'd pay attention if you wanted me to
It's been over, we know so well
But these games we played together were all I had
You were all I've ever had
Do you think of me after all this time that's passed?
Some nights I'm fine and you don't run through me
Some weeks you're the only thing in here
Then I remember how you spoke of her
And in your eyes I blindly saw your old love
Stuck in there, stuck inside there, got me stuck
Just some false hope lingering inside
Impossible to blank out this old story
Beyond the bounds, beyond the bounds

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