Once I was roaming in the street,
I saw something unusual during my visit.
It was already late midnight,
Hard to see anything clear under the street light.
But a wooden door was still opened,
Might be waiting when the night deepens.
The door bell looked annoyed,
As it was the hours for him to be deployed.
The door stood rigid a few inches above the floor,
Looks unclear and scary from outside.
Then I approached closer to knock,
To resolve this situation of deadlock.
The door smiled in state of denial,
Wait, please wait till a special arrival.
dead
dead end
deadeye
deadlock
deadpan
deadweight
I love flipping through a dictionary
making notes
sometimes for later poems
but this time for this one
Some call it coffee and a walk.
For me? It’s silent seclusion.
The time I refuel with passion
relishing there’s no need to talk.
My mind drifts off to a deadlock
that action forced to illusion.
Some call it coffee and a walk,
For me? It’s silent seclusion.
A phone full of so much ad-hoc
it runs through me, a delusion.
Left inspired by such profusion,
I can only write with a gawk.
Some call it coffee and a walk.
Numb.... Lonely
Staring at the same gloomy rain
dripping down 2 different
window panes
over 300 miles away
Feeling alone & ashamed,
full of regret because of how
we hehaved
but not giving up
bc this Actual, Magical,
One of a kind love
is just too unfathomable
to not crave
its right there out of our reach,
our plans, wants & goals
so easy to speak
but walls of fear deadlock life's gears,
and we rolled backwards
without even realizing we were
so far gone,
my dear
we did this together
but you gotta honestly tell me
if climbing back up w. me by your side
is going to be too heavy
I can only love you if you let me
I need you just as much,
You're the only one that gets me
and accepts me,
and my damaged beyond repair, crazy drug addicted brain
we drive eachother insane
but it could be so much different
we can be happier than ever
its an uncontrollable animal instinct
I wish that whenever you got mad
you'd just shut up & kiss me
before the bullet filled words
rip through my heart
& every single one hits me
like im marked with a bulls eye
all we need is stability,
but the chaos continuously emerges instantly
Knock knock I kept knocking at addictions door
Each knock feeling as if only they were knocked
Days turned to weeks with little to no progress
I kept knocking at the door so well locked
Failure after failure I became its expert
I’ll try my elbows at this door so blocked
Do I ask for help or do I seek wisdom in thyself?
I throw my whole body at the door only to get mocked
One day I tell myself this door will loosen up
I try to knock softer in this never-ending deadlock
6 months go by I begin to stop myself before blackout
Still the door remains but it doesn’t seem so landlocked
Another three months I dwell in shame
Turning to prayer I fear God sees me as King of Gawk
Faith is all I have left to throw at the door
Then one day I no longer feel mocked
Finally a year later later I regain my goal of goals
Persistence and faith finally made this door unlocked
Pandemic is
A Noah's ark
People deadlock.
Concealing intentions desperately, they refuse to speak.
Enjoying and flowing with this game of hide and seek.
Hardly organizing themselves when they meet,
Anticipating the other to take the lead.
Pity and fearful eyes might reveal intentions.
Yes, full of emotions, but what if the other one gets the notion?
In this beautiful game, deadlock still needs to be broken.
Highs and lows, deviations of waves in a predicament
in full effect like the seven seas currents weighing the
pros and cons, incessant periods of non-stop rabbit holes
at a crossroad. Deadlock affairs what direction to take
assemble, so many turning points to face, fear penetrates and
plays a role that no progression can change of oppossing hearts.
Sort out an impasse of authenticity, withdrawals symptoms
similar to an addictions fiend and their choices.
Is boundless the supreme law?
Are bounds the everlasting flaws?
Zero and infinity give notion of incompleteness.
Both exhibit the character of Limitlessness.
Both question the idea of closeness.
Who said zero means nothing?
Does infinity imply everything?
Why both question the idea of exactness?
Yes, they are consistent with nature.
Zero and infinity have selfpoised dignity,
Since long attracts both science and Spirituality.
Zero and infinity question the sequence of events.
Still are mysterious like hell and heaven.
Will the mysteries see a unlock?
Or will find a tragic deadlock,
Will they lose their glory?
Or else remain unsolved in Nature's diary.
I belong to an abscondered valley...
Where people are squandered by the armed moochers...
The whimsical parasites are more bigoted than a malingerer...
A false dogma- to Shanghai , to deadlock and then to murder; is what they feel their pride on...
To witness massacres, mopes and moodiness is all what they yearn to flourish for...
The lewd creatures feel they are husky enough to eradicate anyone coming their dirty way...
To kill the husbands and maim the children; is what they feel is their timepass fun...
They ridicule the senile ones too,...
They are fiendish draftsman and a plague for the entire kind...
The time coming will surely make them pallid and relentless would the time be...
The devout would rise and finish the remaining flithe...
For I believe my home will be free as it once stood...
Bounded by mountains, the children will be busy playing hopscotch and hide and seek...
The lovers would be enjoying the early spring in the meadows so high and bright...
The Chinar leaves will bid a rustling goodbye...
The place called paradise would be synonymous withy valley...
For the fact ,..., it is actual heaven; if it exists on earth...
I bottled up all of May and tossed it in the pool,
Threw away my journal just to talk to the moon.
They thought I'd lost my mind, but I was just being a fool,
But July really beat the blues out of June.
And I wrote pages on love, lies, loss and love again,
I read Gatsby, cursed Daisy, and wished on a plane.
Although my hands gave in, and my thoughts gave out,
there were always words left unsaid, whether I wrote or not.
but one day nothingness graced my head,
I searched for words but I was all spent.
the day nothingness grew on me,
I was not putting out fires, or chasing gasoline -
but I knew I had escaped the deadlock,
when I finally had that writer's block.
He came into the barnyard and looked around
Choosing a mate, who squawked and went underground
Okay, he said. I’ll take that one, her sister.
She screeched and fluttered, not happy with this mister.
It’s a cockatrice, her cousins whispered among themselves.
They had heard of such a creature, dreaded by young elves.
He flew off with his prize, she was struggling against his wing.
Little did they know, she was secretly a willing little thing.
She had been with him before, and she knew he was gallant and brave.
They had a bunch of little Cocktrices – Danny, Dougie and Drave.
They came back to the barnyard to collect their wives among the flock.
A farmer came out to stop them. There was soon a giant deadlock.
With one look from the cocktrices, the farmer fell into a stupor quick.
He was paralyzed instantly as they gave him the eye, so thick.
Why did you paralyze him? Their mama asked, flying in to roost.
Weasel came by, and they scattered, afraid of him, if you want to know the truth.
dreams
decapitated
damsel in
deadlock
disappointed
disillusioned
will dust off
try again
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
i o u
by Michael R. Burch
i might have said it
but i didn’t
u might have noticed
but u wouldn’t
we might have been us
but we couldn’t
u might respond
but probably shouldn’t
Keywords/Tags: Impasse, Defeat, Alienation, Divorce, Break Up, Breaking Up, Parting, Separation, Loss, Lost Love, Goodbye, Farewell, Absence, Leaving, Solitude, Deadlock, Logjam, Stalemate, Standstill, Halt, Dead End, Cul-de-sac, Bind, Bottleneck, Box, Corner, Mire, Pickle, Gridlock, Rubicon, Dunkirk, Alamo, Waterloo, Lost Cause, Downfall, Stumbling Block, Monkey Wrench
in a deadlock dance
tapping earth
who let the men lead?
MagiCicada 13
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