It wasn't bad
it wasn't good
it represented everything
I feared so much before...
that unattainable grace
tornados of stone
a bad written story
with a desolating end.
It wasn't bad
It wasn't good
it was like a fable
that repeat itself
in different places
in different times
with different faces
like unleashed madness.
It wasn't bad
it wasn't good
it was what it was
either I like it or not
unbearable silence
under wet sheets at night
I don't think many understand
what a space full of nothingness is.
And I could go on and on
repeating myself
like those endless novels
where everyone dies
then comes a new day
with knew pop stars
singing meaningless songs
acting without knowing their lines.
Jessica
Categories:
desolating, feelings,
Form: Free verse
Is it my fault why I loved you unconditionally?
Is it my punishment to live without love,
without sweet words,
without hugs,
Subjugated,
powerless to get out of these walls that love for you built
Why do I feel hopelessly lost?
Why can't I get out of this circle of suffering,
Why am I stuck in you, when you have no eyes to see that I am on ice but I am burning inside?
Why are you desolating my soul, when all I've done is to love you, unconditionally.
I keep thinking of what happened to us
Did we meet at the wrong time, or did we get lost in the traps that this journey of life raised for us.
Categories:
desolating, emotions,
Form: Free verse
aN An Alone Gathering- -
'Loneliness!' I, 'think I am of alone.'
Alone in the spirit, mind and tongue
Alone whole always known
This that I am alone
That splendid homesickness
Wishes for the gatherings
the stage fright brought such sorrow
I wished for not to borrow
In there stepped a nagging helplessness
Much I marveled this lonely deadliness, yet
The lonely, longing, lurching thus I’m not rehearsing
I heard of the lonely, I am one
Loveless soling beyond help
in near stepped a shod purposelessness
that moment my soul grew more lonely
I heard a single, insecure racketing
All my mind and soul in me racketing
I remember I was desolating
My mind always strays to insecurities
Much I marveled the vagrant lonesomeness
Come together with the many have not no one an enemy
3/5/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
Categories:
desolating, absence, analogy, anxiety, endurance,
Form: Free verse
A storm is brewing in the azure ether
Somber clouds loom with thunderbolts
Shadows enshrouded small seaside town
Tides crashes with ire against the rocks
Inner turmoil seethes in Lara's addled mind
Racing thoughts haunt through the years
Double personality was an escape from reality
Evincing the forbidden behavior by society
Cloudburst flooded the fishing coast by hours
Paralyzing a town when time seems stand still
Waterspout appeared in the fierce ocean waves
Desolating Cape Fishing Town without mercy
Shiny sun rays appeared in the sky after the storm
As a sign of hope between the desolated scene
Lara came out from the basement used as shelter
The inner and outer tempest concluded synchronously
For A Storm Is Brewing Contest
Sponsored by Kelly Deschler
Fifth Place
4-17-2016
Categories:
desolating, nature, storm,
Form: Free verse
23 January 2010
A Snug House
A snug house on the prairie
Where family members return and urge to nestle
Stoking intimacy has gone past timely reunion
During pluvial and winter season, it withstands
The pineal form of its roof
Where nestlings kept and fed by their mother bird
Also life-giving when getting sun-bathe its frame
A time to harmonize to the swing of season’s best
A place to revitalize strength after a snappy pace in work
Pointless and aimless views settled in one decision
As all are desolating and aging
A promise is kept for going back again
Hibernate in the coldness of the night
A return engagement to activities in daylight
Back and forth nailed its floor with footsteps
By sunrise everyone is gone, alone again standing is the snug house
Categories:
desolating, family, life, places,
Form: Free verse
the sweet sun is bound to rest-
to melt is the tomorrow of the glaciers;
wither will be the daffodil, though at her best
to cry is the future of our laughters...
Categories:
desolating, angst, death, depression, life,
Form: Lyric
were it was hollowed within
the crumpled tissue paper
thrown onto the filth
drowned on truth
Categories:
desolating, angst, depression, life, loss,
Form: Free verse