Now that l am at the midway stage
When ever l'm looking back at my life
I ask myself have l really come of age
As still dealing with trouble and strife
It seems a war with myself l still wage
If l could only find a new lease of life
Once again l am thrown into a rage
Atmosphere atmospheric-
cuts like a knife
At these times find it harder to engage
It's that over whelming feeling of stife
If l could just for once turn the page
To pastures new more rife
Old idea taken from a new age poem another introspection of ones self written beging 2020
I thought we were friends, I thought we were close,
In laughter and secrets, we’d share the most.
But whispers turned bitter, like shadows at noon,
My sister's cruel words, like a dark, heavy tune.
I never thought I would ever lose you,
Thought bonds were unbreakable, steadfast and true.
But you joined in the laughter, turned away from the light,
Now memories linger, haunting the night.
I didn’t think you would hate me, it cuts like a knife,
Once filled with joy, now echoes of strife.
What happened to trust, to the dreams that we shared?
Now I stand here alone, feeling lost and impaired.
Another long night with the Succubus
Too long you have haunted my dreams
A temptress, a shrew, a wraith through and through
That wallows in glee at my screams
Your fiery gaze will blind vision
Your silent approach will consume me
Then flaunt with a grin a body of sin
Flames of desire to bind and entomb me
That kind of passion imprisons my soul
But unreluctantly cuts like a knife
Should have known all along your Succubus song
Would serenade me the rest of my life
Love is long gone,
Happiness is nowhere in sight,
The world knocked me down,
And I gave up the fight.
Hope has been lost,
My life has fallen apart,
All I’m left with,
Are the scars on my heart.
Things are not getting better,
I lose faith with every passing day,
The world used me,
And then threw me away.
My life turned upside down,
And I’m barely hanging on,
Tears sting my eyes,
As I realize that everything is gone.
Pain cuts like a knife,
Damaged from the start,
All the world sees,
Are the scars on my heart.
I’m nothing more than a damaged soul,
A ticking time bomb,
Once the time runs out,
I burn like napalm.
I’m a waste of time,
I’ll never get to restart,
Nothing can begin to heal,
The scars on my heart.
Under the winter sky, the sun is a dream lost among shadows,
I wonder if you too feel the sadness that penetrates the soul.
When the fog settles and the city becomes a mystery,
The rain seeps into my heart, shattering it into ruin.
My window is adorned with frost flowers, lost angels,
The bitter cold of the night is a song of silent dreams.
The moon is a cold eye, the wind cuts like a knife,
Tearing the silence into pieces of endless thoughts.
May God watch over those without shelter,
The beggars seeking their path among shadows of meaning,
The poor, who tread the snow under burdensome steps,
In the night that freezes them with dreams lost outside.
My room is a fragment of summer, with curtains drawn,
Layers of warmth and peace, of untouched longings,
But somewhere, like a child without home and dreams,
My heart weeps in the cold of unspoken yearning.
In the flow of thoughts, I lose myself between dream and reality,
Between the desire to embrace infinity and fragility,
For each heartbeat carries an echo,
An ephemeral dance between heavy light and darkness.
Agile to the max and once, so skinny and insecure...musing of the past abuse and amusing you don't care at all...sarcasm rolls down my long tongue of lamentation...
Mind over matter and my response is to truly endure from this furious frustration and wicked, wicked elation
Blessings bring me smiles of joy
I am an ambiverted kid, oh boy...
Very much so - exactly - so coy~
Excited and nervous to say the least
Right on, let's have a fervent, fearless feast!!!
Tread the road of recovery with me forevermore - we are never alone
Embarrassed because I made a fool out of me to the core on the phone
Dreaded this moment - I must stand up for what's right and more on my own
Kid's kites in the sky - I'm high in the clouds of thinking-aloud shrouds
Imagine being accepted wholeheartedly in all aspects of life
Desiring peace over strife, though guilt cuts like a knife...I am seeking my future beautiful, wonderful wife...
Blue ticks, a symbol of her delay,
Leaving him wondering, night and day,
If she's interested, or just at play.
His heart beats fast, his soul feels alive,
With every tick, a spark thrives,
But uncertainty cuts like a knife.
In a sea of doubts, he finds his voice,
Out of all tick colors, you chose blue,
Out of all people, I chose you.
Red flag
Jet lag
I didn’t mean to get mad
But that drink in your hand
It’s one thing I can’t stand
Won’t take your hand
East bound
Tumbling down
Don’t want to wear this frown but sitting here’s got me feeling as tho I might drown
Why here
Held dear
Just want to disappear
Cant speak
I’m to weak
Not again
It’s now ten
Landed
Feeling stranded
Inside my head I’m seeing red
Choking on the words I should have said
Your life
My strife
Cuts like a knife
Ill thoughts
As your liver rots
Tell me was it worth the cost?
Think like a Shark, but don’t be a fish
You would become the Shark’s dish
Just like the Movie “JAWS”
Waters of fear
Dangers near
The shark Lurk
Teeth Jaws
Cuts like a knife
Flesh search
The find
Maneuvers in attack
Observation track
Beware
Swim in caution
Don’t be Shark Food
Shark drool
Don’t swim too far out
Sharks could be lurking about
Shark bite
Don’t be the Shark’s delight
Take this poem advice.
Age cuts like a knife
Wrinkled hands can't work forever
The young need space soon
I walk out of sight
As a blizzard closes in
My memory stays warm
The night feels so cold
Stars cannot pierce this storm
Waves hold no favor
The fish were hungry
All that will take must give back
I smile, winter feast
Fat fish make good food
No one goes hungry tonight
In the sky I dance
Laughter from small ones
A ballroom so far above
Hearts know no distance
I live in the moment but not positively
Not a sway more like a giant tsunami
Letting the moment completely rob me
Tunnel vision so stubbornly debilitating
A cyclical process which keeps baiting
Against my weak mind it keeps grating
Searching for answers to escape this rut
Fruitless attempts with nothing clear cut
Why is my mind so hopelessly shut?
A one track existence cuts like a knife
Trying to live a so called normal life
Permit myself free of this chronic strife
Go on run, run from your life
You did the home, kids , and wife
You should run before you fall
So just run, run from it all
Nine to five's a daily grind
Just leave it all far behind
No more sweat, stress, or strife
Better run, run from your life
Kids don't care, it's such a crime
They're on their phones all the time
As for you, they never call
When you run, run from it all
She swore, till death do us part
But you can't thaw a frozen heart
Every hour cuts like a knife
Gotta run, run for your life
The times in life that cuts like a knife
Are the ones when I was a child
Far from behind they float in my mind
The nostalgia leaves me beguiled
Innocent ways on those carefree days
Stoked the emotions that would last
The hopes I had when I was a lad
Are now just the dreams of the past
Now I'm older and somewhat colder
With no new memories to save
Shorter of breath and closer to death
Guess I'll take my dreams to the grave
Some people say life’s a bummer
Some people say it’s like summer
And within the joyous smiles for a new born
Lie the tortured tears of grieving scorn.
Some people say life is to learn
Some people say it can hurt and burn
And within the lessons of flight or fane
Lie the toils and spoils of pleasure and pain.
Some people say don’t worry it’s all just life
Some people say it cuts like a knife
And within the losses, the takes and the give
Lies the truth of it all, life is to live.
Papa, my heart aches for you each day,
And memories of our love never fade away,
Your hugs, your smile, your perfect ways,
Are etched in my heart, and there to stay.
No one can replace you in my life,
You were my everything, my light in strife,
The fact you're gone, it cuts like a knife,
And fills my days with endless strife.
I try to hide my emotions, but it's hard,
Sometimes I feel like just a beggar in this yard,
Dependent on others, who may leave and discard,
But I know I must find strength, and play my card.
Life is a cycle of lessons, bitter and sweet,
It teaches us to be strong and never retreat,
I'll work on myself, and make my life complete,
And make you proud, with each goal I meet.
Though you're not here, your love still thrives,
And through the pain, I'll keep it alive,
I promise to never give up, and always strive,
To honor your memory, and keep it alive.
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