the minutes linger
the hours gallop by
time starts slow then disappears
when i try to unwind
its fluctuations drive me crazy
without rhyme or reason why
it makes no sense at all
time wreaks havoc in my mind
AP: 1st place 2025
if tears of the sun were the metaphorical keys
to unlock twisted trinkets of the searing sky
would you feel the festering forest~
homing arctic orchids within these veins?
or am I to remain detached and numb;
caged in a cursed collision
like an evanescent epiphany
of a misled marionette ~
screaming for a cathartic elixir….
tonight my intuition is a passive-aggressive gaslighter
manipulating the inner voice ~ like a pathological liar
freezing the floral clairvoyance…
while curiosity keeps crawling
amidst crestfallen opium
I ponder: do frost and flame, as I breathe in bleakness~
transcribe how the echo
within the fog filters reality
curated in the midst of melted angst
fluctuating like stone-blind blackness~
a drop-dead delirium kissed by the darkness
of a silent sepulcher?
I’m a prisoner of splitting supernovae
caught in polarized pyretic disruptions
for everything feels like exaggerated deceit
when truth seems like a mere dot above~
a hyphen of irrational ratios
carved from calculated confusions,
betrayed by the violent strings
of my violin heart…
Who claims an IQ doctorial?
Melania’s spouse who's scansorial
This second act ape
Will all of us rape
As the new D.T.—Dick Tatorial
Chained to this fear inside
Feeling like I have truly died
Crying, lying next to your stone
Sighing, trying to let go all alone
This chamber of loneliness inside me
Is making me feel so lonely and anxious
This chamber of loneliness inside me
Is forsaking my lonely soul and I’m delirious
This chamber of loneliness inside me
Won’t let me be free from captivity
This chamber of loneliness inside me
Won’t let me be free from calamity
From this disconsolate liberty…
When will I be free from fear?
When will I no longer shed this tear?
Letting go I know, allowing guiltless glory to set me free
Getting rid of sorrow, grieving no more thankfully
The declaration of love is
a confession of madness.
dreaming the imaginary always
to humanize the frantic delirium
of the crazy reality of this real world
Stems resembles worms
While coated in clear raindrops
Upon drenched tables
Sitting out in the open
Of an ever-changing place.
we strip ourselves of realities
we undress from clothes
we dress in fantasy
to fully love in delirium
Moody.
He is absolutely blameless
Illogical, moral, and ethical arguments
He doesn't say anything; he simply does
It's conceivable he's behaving reflexively
It arrives, then vanishes
A kid is born and then dies
He lacks intelligence and emotional empathy
And the importance of balancing his relationships
It appears to be cruel and horrible
In both words and deeds
written: May 09, 2022
apathy obeys stages and they started very early,
more for my fault than for any other reason...
for example when I realized
that I forgot the scent of the perfume
of your hands, mother.
or when I stopped being amazed
at the magical and logical rotation of sunflowers and,
a little later, when I simply stopped being enchanted
by the singing of birds or the strange sound of my voice
echoing a cry among the mountains.
then I lost my colors,
peeling off the upper layers
and finally eliminating or hiding
all kinds of feelings from myself.
maybe it's all the fault of the sharp blade of days,
because it was the one that first disfigured
and then ripped from my face
what should have been a smile.
now I am this anomaly
that seems to belong nowhere.
this thing that happened to inhabit
the bottom of a dark and silent well.
the cold waters drip from the stones
and form endless and hypnotic concentric circles
on the surface.
down there I see everything.
Inside, I remember everything.
but I don't feel anything.
don't worry i'm fine
this trance takes a minute
I’m not at all confused
after imagining whispers
among the bushes in my garden
all calm if an imaginary specter
pass and see my sleepy eyes
through his melancholy view
like in my ‘83 drug time
when the sound leaked from the speakers
dousing the room of that beautiful girl
who is dead today
I really decide to ditch calculators
and other real stuff
turn my back on everything
that doesn't bring me enough
emotion and passion and fiction
that I need
to survive myself
I am facing a delirium.
Where all the voices are like helium.
All I see is what they will steal.
When all they want is for my eyes to heal.
My vessel is out in the open.
Being honest can be seen as a sin.
It was too late to give love a try.
The last of my humanity, away they will pry.
All that’s left, and all that’s done.
I will wilt away, in this cage that won.
On white paper,
I pour all mine
delirium...
On white paper,
my lyre weaves
bows of love, and
spills all
daydream...
in your white body,
I write with my
body, novel story
of love...
And in the coziness
from the interlinings to
my gentle soul
I offer you...!
I'm aware of everyone's faults and downside.
They will tear me since my life is now a façade.
I was fully immersed in this level of self-love.
Philanthropy is tied to being aware and sensitive.
Everything was flawed, but I was "in the zone."
Many people grasped my illusion and shone.
We have hit obstacles in vast areas of quietness.
Forlorn begets both activeness and idleness.
My broken and weak lines have torn asunder.
I was overwhelmed with blazing, imperfect anger.
My final aim in ecstasy is to leap off something.
The white mask implies that I wore it for nothing.
My commitment was prompted by optimism.
Dreams of virtue drove me to strive for idealism.
You will be cracked no matter how firm you try.
Even on brink of anguish, hope thrives and lullaby.
Written: June 17, 2021
Writing Prompt - Flawed - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Like the spiral surge of the whirlwind
from the dipping edge of my tranquil twilight,
you rushed to my garden of departing spring,
where the vestiges of waned buds still bloomed,
tinged with the colors of my dreams of fantasy.
In the blast of the squall the petals dispersed,
drifting away in the darkness of the drizzling night
with the wilted splinters of my shattered dreams.
Yet I felt so completely blossomed in the wilderness,
swaying bemused in the breeze of delirium with you.
July 24, 2020
Contest : Podium Placing Promise (4)
Sponsor : Brian Strand
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