We met in glances we never named aloud
Your eyes paused—mine turned that into hope
In borrowed seconds, I stitched quiet forever
You gave that same warmth to passing strangers
I stood there—almost yours, never becoming
Fog filled my eyes; yours never met mine
I don't talk about you much now,
But that doesn't mean that I've lost the count.
It's exactly been 26 weeks since,
We broke contact.
I said, "People come and go in life",
But deep down I wish that you were unlike.
You're present everywhere around me,
Not physically but always in plea.
Silently you're killing me,
Piece by piece.
You're present everywhere around me,
In my notes app and memory.
In my best friend's messages too,
I feel sorry for what she has to go through.
I confessed to you because I was clueless,
That one text from me will make you ruthless.
The stab you gave me hurt so good,
I slid the knife deeper in my wood.
And the scariest part is yet unspoken,
I know I'll be ready to get my heartbroken.
If I could do what we had all over again,
I would consider myself lucky and not vain.
Emotional moments will bellow,
an accordion of anger.
Incendiary contact,
rushes into a mash
of conniption fits.
With all you are
shouldering
the strap
snaps.
Paul Durcan passed away in May this year.
I didn't know he had existed,
Until I read his poem about the death of his father
His father loved the radio;
As does mine.
We read ourselves.
After reading his Wikipedia page,
My son and daughter excitedly burst into the room.
They wanted me to go look at something.
I used to live at home.
We were a close group.
My mum took care of me.
When i was ill, she made me soup.
It started to get harder.
There was always a shadow.
Everything seemed dull.
Though this didn't always show.
I left to get my own life.
I struggled by my self.
They seemed to forget about me.
Like i was just a photo on the shelf.
I've figured it out now.
They saw me as a burden.
I was left on my own,
i was left broken.
Now 6 months no contact,
it wasn't done by choice.
But when we used to speak,
i felt like i had no voice.
It's hard when it wasn't my choice,
i should've done it sooner,
Because i'm better off now,
i'm no longer a performer.
I finally found myself,
i finally found love,
i found my voice,
i just needed a little shove.
Alexis Culley
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in a sea of nothingness,
a buoy
you cannot know
the weight of small words:
“don’t shoot!”
“we found your child”
“Help, is on the way”
“thank you for the chocolate you sent me.”
wasting borrowed time
another screw up
ducking between doorways
haunted city streets
walking among ghosts
chasing the void
between neons lights
and falling stars
beer and blood
a body baptismal
a soul revival
punks need contact
How do you contact support? Please help.
The cult of chemical’s kitchen counter
Is covered in coptic cants, cures and curses.
It’s a case of cuckoos cooking karma
In a capsule of cold, carnal candy.
Float in the body sack,
the cops are not going to think
you were murdered,
they will still bid you a 'good morning'
if it is morning,
or eye you
with a deep professional suspicion.
Keep floating.
If a part of you
slips out of the body sack
nudge it gently back.
You're a sailor,
you have shipped a lot of water,
but unless your green
has forgotten how to wave
you will always be buoyant -
mostly.
You know you're in a sack, right?
Float inside it anyway,
and along the way,
pause the glide
to break a few eggshells.
You know you're in an eggshell, right?
If I got hit by a car 2 years ago,
I would’ve called you.
And I would’ve ranted about how the driver was drunk
and I wasn’t even in the road,
and you’d make a joke about how he was aiming for me
to get my number from the insurance company.
And it would make me laugh hard enough
to forget my legs were broken.
If we ever made it to college,
you’d have been my emergency contact.
But 2 years ago,
I got hit by something worse than a car
and you didn’t pick up the phone,
so I had to deal with a broken spirit and no cure.
So, I’m grateful 2 years ago my contact was my mom,
but what do I do now?
Because I’m scared no one will answer my calls,
no matter who I write down.
In 1 week, it will have been 2 years since we fell apart,
and I always hoped I’d have a new contact by now.
And I do,
someone that made me wonder
why I ever wanted to call you in the first place.
Psalm 50:15
The moon is full, but it sheds no grace,
A hollow lantern in the velvet space.
Its light falls cold on the ocean's crest,
Where waves surge on, in eternal unrest.
Loneliness whispers through the trees,
A soft, forlorn hymn carried by the breeze.
Savannah's tall grass sways in despair,
The stillness broken by no tender care.
The rivers wind with a mournful song,
Carving paths where none belong.
Streams murmur low, their waters clear,
Yet every ripple speaks of fear.
Few trees stand, their arms outspread,
Guardians over bushes, where green has fled.
Leaves shine bright, but the heart they hide
Knows no solace, no joy inside.
Among the beasts that prowl the land,
A wild rhythm binds the sand.
But even the fierce cannot escape
The ache of love's unfilled shape.
The moon watches, cold, aloof, above,
A barren witness to a world without love.
Isolation reigns where shadows creep,
And the soul sinks deep in its quiet weep.
The earthlings when looked suspicious
To life elsewhere rather gracious,
On how men destroyed earth--
Men of so little worth,
And doubtless, the sure sign
Of their concern genuine
Be that none’s tried to contact us.
____________________________
Reflections |03.11.2024| Limerick, Earth, life
In the movie, the” signal”
An Astronaut receives
A signal from an alien spaceship
Heading to earth
The alien repeats the word
Hello in multiple languages
While heading to Earth.
The discovery electrifies
And terrifies the world.
All the world’s governments
Decide In secret.
To shoot down the spaceship
Before it could land
As it could be either a probe
Of the beginning of an invasion.
When they enter the ship
They find the original
Voyager data discs.
Which the aliens
Were returning to earth
As an opening gambit
To establish communication.
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