Good night, old friend.
Hush and sleep.
I’m here as long as we can pretend.
Even after you leave.
If pain is a gateway to the soul,
then my dreams deem your words the key to such a portal
I just can’t tear my eyes away
your blunt nails puncturing skin, their purpose ugly lines
If I could I would rasp a scripted farewell
envelop the spirits you trapped here frame to frame
but the jeers swimming in your Cheshire smile bleed a crimson too real
maybe I should rejoice, this house now a home – not a belladonna field.
But it never will be unlike a cage
twenty years, two decades, one fear, no apology
a few tears won’t erase the scars on her arms
you the forefront, I the ignorant, and she the child in Omelas
I’m terrified I’m grieving a vile sadist
the people surrounding me either love or hate, curse or forgive,
they don’t understand what it’s like
to miss someone so soul-crushingly cruel.
Categories:
crushingly, angst, dark, grief, pain,
Form: Free verse
I’m crushingly sentimental, you might not know, I don’t let it show, but it’s true. I’m walking in the moonshine and moonshine is how I feel - I’m intoxicated - by you.
Some nights when I can’t settle - I walk - and find myself outside your dorm. Your light’s on tonight, everything’s right, when you're a few feet away safe and warm.
I’ll wait a while, in the windy cold, the crunchy snow, deep in the sharp blue moonshadow. When people pass by, I look down at my phone - oh, don’t look at me, there’s nothing to see or do.
A walking girl, a stalking girl? Lingering, at 2am, drunk with desire, yearning somewhere inside for the ephemeral closeness of you.
Categories:
crushingly, morning, student, teen, youth,
Form: Free verse
Crusty old oaks
wave brittle arms angrily
overhead, threatening
to drop dead
crushingly
heavy limbs
Down
Taller trees
having achieved
the highest heights
pine away, lonely
jealously pouring their
sharp needles
Down
Towering above
terrifyingly insecure
in their position
they shakily
throw their shade
blocking sun and rain-
trying to keep me
Down
What did I do
to deserve such spite
but struggle to survive
with limited might
a dogwood sapling
that could never possibly
grow to over-shadow
them?
Categories:
crushingly, imagination, jealousy, nature, perspective,
Form: Personification
Before the day unfolds from crumpled sorrow prior to dawning
yawning fake cumbersome fawning’s creases nocturnal tossing
turning ragged motion rigor ante mortis refuses to leave the sheets
and pleated feat of forlorn furrows of a haunted mind and soul
The tired hangman’s girth and girders glide crushingly from heaven while
moon shadows’ frizzled fragments show no mercy reflect the blinding
darkness’ solar soaring cannot quench the thirst that is no more as grimy
star dust descends in acrid shivers on the burning frosty condemnation
A pillow case draped round the neck perverts the petting pecking order
of a reckless needy comfort long past the passion of redemption’s kiss
burst bent spent and hollow the cotton duvet draped in remorseful sores
blends easily with heavy weights and suffocating nothingness of dawn
When shadows leave no reflection as mirrors of the past and present cast
no more glimpse of prism when compressed condensation remains the
only lonely companion left to soothe like grating acid wounding scabby scars
all light goes out and vanished freedom plies it’s murky clarity again
Categories:
crushingly, depression,
Form: Free verse
He is silly that Billy...a flow walker ...joy talker
He trots along so sweet some days
but then just turns and bolts away
He is an ever-ready arm embrace
but not so much for the long haul race
He is dashing as Santa and his sleigh
as you watch him keep you...... well at bay
His smile "how it twinkles and his dimples so merry"
lead you to believe it is true love that he carries
Oh the torch! How it glows and your feelings they flow
but as soon as he knows...
out the window he goes!
You fly to the rooftop to watch him ...drive out of sight
and crushingly learn he is more of a blight
than a heartthrob magnificent to hold close at night
So Go TO YOUR walking ...OH Billy BAH O
I am tired of talking ...to a big zerO
Categories:
crushingly, anger, divorce, love,
Form: Rhyme
In Jesus’ name
We already have victory
In Jesus’ name
The blessings are guaranteed
In Jesus’ name
We live joyously
In Jesus’ name
Eternity is a certainty
In Jesus’ name
Satan is put under our feet, crushingly
In Jesus’ name
Life is given abundantly
In Jesus’ name
We know God totally
In Jesus’ name
We will be taken up rapturously
To live with Him blissfully and
Throughout all eternity
This a blessed assurance most resoundingly
Categories:
crushingly, bible, christian, god, jesus,
Form: Rhyme
Jealous Jaded Jackals
Decadent darkness placed upon the setaceous shrine
For the Angels wilfully weep and ignominiously entwine
The fermented fear sprouts jealous jaded jackals
As Love approaches with salivating slaving shackles
With vindictive vines that crushingly choke
And clasping claws that piercingly poke
Is it hallowed heaven or is it hollowed hell
For it is only Love in a sacrificial sacculated shell.
Oct.16.2016
Words Drowned In Tears Poetry - Contest
Sponsored by: Broken Wings
Categories:
crushingly, abuse, dark, lonely, sad,
Form: Rhyme
Little by little God is going to give you everything you need
He will empower you and equip you with gifts that you asked for
And some that you don't ask for
You know that gift that you've been bugging him for?
Don't be surprised if He gives it to you one day lol
God wants you to be whole
to be fully developed
into the person like He is
So look in the mirror and see if you are like Him yet
If not, be sure that He is working on you
Sometimes we know what our shortcomings are
And sometimes we don't
Sometimes we know what we struggle with
And constantly bug at him for a solution
God - come to the rescue
Hallelujah to the Lamb of God
For His mercy, kindness, and endurance
How does He ever put up with us?
We are so headstrong, so rebellious
pushing mercilessly and crushingly ahead
If it wasn't for Him, we would plow thoughtlessly
- right straight into the path of destruction
Oh Mercy Savior, whatever You need us for
I would never know
But today I know
That your guiding Hand will lead the way
Love you my Lord
Live on
Categories:
crushingly, faith, endurance,
Form: Free verse
Crushingly brutal, this wasting disease,
That it eats through me with increasing ease.
Oh, in the painful rigidity of lack luster limbs,
My mortal friend still fights, still clings,
As world passes by on the summer breeze.
Who would have thought I would suffer this young,
With a mortality so terse and highly strung.
Inside of a sickness, with it's wide open jaws,
I am gripped so tightly by it's hungry claws.
Yet I don't know how all this has begun.
Here I am fighting, again and again,
Just for the chance to feel alive once again.
Each moment of weakness, of faintness and ill,
I long for my mortal to bend to my will.
As I ask for my body to burden the strain.
So what it comes down to, my mortal and I,
My body is broken, yet no one knows why.
So, I cling to this life and it rejects my requests.
I suppose I am my mortal as mortality suggests.
But, surely I can fight. Surely I can try.
Categories:
crushingly, lifebody,
Form: Rhyme
Crushingly tired driving down the freeway,
other cars take the fast lane past me,
light blinds me through my dirty windshield
and the wireless distracts me from the road.
Dragging my wonder to an angry hour ago...
A sedan nearly sends me off the side and
needlessly I slam on my brakes before he weaves.
Shock subsides and security builds
in knowing my needs were watched while
I was not wincing through my dirty windshield.
Categories:
crushingly, introspection, me, me,
Form: Alliteration