I look into your eyes
And I’m safe
And I’m six years old
And you tell me there is no God
And I’m twelve
And my parents are driving home in opposite directions
You open your mouth
And my breath comes out
My heart spilled on your chest
I know what happens next
Fingers intertwine
I’ll let you blur the line
We’ve synced our hand watches, our breathes,
Our time and upward motions
Our souls whisper and kiss
Linguistics meet their stand in
Looks and tells, a longing, dripping cheeks
A hum, a nod, a wink to God
Publicly known words replaced with privately-owned sounds
So as not to water down
What’s already been found
‘For the message is foolishness to those who are perishing’
All valuable things are done in secret
Secret tongues, intertwine
I’ll let you blur the line
We’re getting by,
year by moment
Unblinded and defiant, I asked you to carve your name into my skin
I’m under the covers, inside your chest
Blood pumps and beats,
Whispering vows breath-soft in morse code
You’re always running a beat behind mine
we glare, we groan, we get along!
a duo doomed by destiny,
bonded by drafts,
betrayed by buffering,
yet somehow still showing up
for the next wild idea.
He was the last of forty-four.
Educated killers in clean boots.
The best, they said, then broke.
Forty-three went into stone.
Into fluorescent burrows, teeth bared.
They fought until numbers meant nothing.
Then only one kept breathing.
It should have been two survivors.
We flipped a coin, like drunks.
One takes tags, letters, names.
The other stays with the sun.
A fusion bomb, hand-detonated.
I don't know if I won. I'm alive, still, technically speaking. But the room eats silence whole.
Shadow screams behind my ribs.
I turn around, you're there.
Cigarette trembling in cheap ash.
Then I blink; you're gone.
Dreams lie like bar mirrors.
They show you, then sell you.
I searched alleys of sleep.
Your name slipped through my fingers.
When it was time, you vanished.
To prove some brutal splendor.
I never bet on miracles.
I miss you before knowing.
Like hunger, beginning with b.
I saved you from myself—
from the wreckage of the storms underneath my skin,
from the dark that devours even light,
from the corpse that barely clings to life.
I set you free, my love—
like a dove from trembling hands,
watching feathers vanish into dawn,
while my soul bled quietly behind a smile.
But in saving you, I broke what was true,
for the cage was never you—
it was me, and I stayed behind its bars,
counting echoes that still whisper your name.
I doomed the heart that truly loved you,
chained it to memories I can’t unmake,
to the scent of rain on your fading skin,
to the ghost of warmth that still burns in the cold.
Now you live in peace, untouched by the ruin,
while I drown in the calm I built for you—
a martyr of my own mercy,
a savior turned sinner
for loving too deeply,
and letting go too late.
If I had known redemption
would taste like the last goodbye,
I would have chosen the fire,
burned gladly—
and let the world watch me die
loving you.
How do you fight when the battle is within you, and every attempt seems doomed to fail,
When you thought you were strong, but now you see you're caught in the web of doubt,
A stranger in your own skin, searching for a self that once seemed so certain,
I try to rise, but I fall again, chasing pieces of myself that have disappeared.
Once I was confident, but now I'm full of uncertainty,
Wondering if I'll ever find that part of me I'm searching for,
A labyrinth of intertwined thoughts, where the echoes of doubts constantly resonate,
Like a river flowing endlessly, taking me on unknown paths of the soul.
Every step is a battle with shadows, a search for the light hidden deep within,
When the heart remembers the times when faith was simple and clear,
Now, lost in a thick fog, I seek the fulcrum to find myself again,
In a world that changes incessantly, like a dream from which I cannot wake.
I gather strength from memories, from moments of courage and instants of peace,
From the brilliance of a clear morning when the sun warmed my soul,
And I try to remember who I truly am, beyond doubts and fears,
For deep in my heart, I know my true power awaits to be rediscovered.
If the was a time set
as possibility of the end
Then this is the end
Or the end already was
Meaning in truth
No hope for any
I place already set
in doom forever
All already happened
And all will go one place
Then what is the use
Of spreading love and joy
If that be the case
It's best to accept
The entire world
Doomed
Building something
that no human really needs,
that is flawed, makes errors and hallucinates,
that is costly and won't make a profit,
IS a really bad idea destined for the scrap heap.
It will feed upon itself,
cannibalizing its own output,
becoming inbred and biased,
making more and more errors, faking it.
Yes! If you build it,
some will come,
some will succumb,
some will forgive its flaws,
BUT, most will see it
as really hum drum,
dumb.
Up in long bands of gray and white
angry clouds are whirling,
fingers stretch downwards to the ground,
faint traces of swirling.
the farmer sees it and suspects
what nature is unfurling.
Glad at least it came in the day,
not stole in come evening,
he locks the barn and heads downstairs,
in basement remaining.
The air moans loudly when it starts,
vortex boldly roaring,
snaps tree-trunks off like they’re matchsticks,
Sends the branches soaring.
Birds fly off in a panicked flock,
much too scared for crowing,
the wheat flexes, and flattens low,
disturbed from its growing.
A mad chaos, its motion blurred
by the rush of spinning,
if any storm-chasers lived here,
you know they’d be grinning.
But alas, this is not the plains,
with their F-5s looming,
oh no, this is upstate New York,
and those hills aren’t moving.
The block the flow, they interrupt,
winds are quickly fading,
it barely lasted three minutes,
the dark whorl abating.
We are the doomed generation
Addiction runs through our veins
The burden of being the generation to solve climate change
The tumors of self-loathing are embedded in our deepest parts
We are the doomed generation
We are the damned generation
The seas of doubt stir within
The line between good and evil thins
Evil wins out
We are the damned generation
We are the chosen generation
We were chosen for a reason
A compilation of all our predecessors
We are the chosen generation
Doomed, damned, and chosen to die
This is our generation
Can I tell you a secret?
Every generation thinks their time is the last greatest struggle
and that their struggle will be the end of everything.
Every generation has its precipice and must choose whether to commit suicide or to survive and go on.
The more skittish men look up and panic! They scream, "THE SKY IS FALLING! WE SHALL ALL PERISH!"
Others that look at the world with more optimistic eyes say 'NO! If we all raise our hands together, we can raise the sky and keep it up above our heads! Tomorrow will come if we try!"
Others who truly know in their hearts that all is lost keep their peace and stay silent.
But the wise look on at all of this chaos and smile. They say, "Wow! I wonder what new sky lies beneath this old one? It must hold much splendor, for why else would it crack and fall?
Let us welcome what is being born over our heads.
Let us bear down and survive this falling, and when the chaos again subsides,
join hands and sing together under a brilliant new sky,
in a new time."
The earth's been around for billions of years
But the science channels say we're doomed
Why now, why at this particular time in existance
When we're basically just getting in tune
Figured out the real meaning of life
Waging war will eventually wipe us out
Wars have been fought since the beginning of time
To stop any time soon, sure have my doubts
It's basically a major part of who we are
Territorial about land and our customs
Let no foreign power try to change the scene
Or you'll be the one to succumb
It's the way things are and have always been
The world as we know it will survive
For many more centuries so please have no fear
Trust me, it'll still be alive
The earth's been around for billions of years
And will be around for billions more
Doomed is the river
Twenty years ago, the river ran 2 meters deep
had trout we caught with a net and fried over
a small fire with delicious fresh food.
Every year I have seen the river getting smaller
even in the winter rain.
Years ago, three children were caught by a wall
of water, their father was arrested, they said
he had fed the children to his pigs but not
a single button was found in the pigs, enclosure
The broken father was set free, and every
summer I see walking along the river’s banks
hope to find his children’s bones, there is none.
Her poor broken heart now lies in rubble.
She done hooked up with another bad boy.
Ignored warning, "keep away, he's trouble!"
The womanizer played her like a toy.
How funny, her name happens to be "Joy"
Friends often wear disapproving faces,
For she looks for love in the wrong places.
Catastrophe dealt a withering blow;
Her bleeding heart leaves obvious traces.
A relationship doomed from the word "go"
D Forms - Dizain - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance LaFrance
Theme chosen: Doomed
Syllables checked at howmanysyllables.com
Date written: 02/08/2022
*Image of Pearly Gates by DJ.
"The idea is to die young as late as possible," -- Mark Twain
Doomed: Drafts of the Contented
Unrestrained I thrive in absolution,
Heroic of what my morrow may be,
I rend the deception of temptation,
Restrict evil to grasp control of me,
Specific privacy hears my last plea,
A one on one relationship with God,
Pithily, pithily, I'd stand high, awed,
I function nor oversees what await,
Angelic advisors their staff and rod,
Recruited table ere the Pearly Gate.
2022 January 31
D Forms - Dizain
~~Constance La France
*HMS; 10x10=100
RhymeScheme; ababbccdcd
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