Endless words hinder left unsaid,
it’s past time to lay them all out.
I don’t care what leads to a shout,
in rough water I’m willing to tread.
Our conversations aren’t easy,
I’m over this tired dynamic .
Weak scraps cannot belittle me,
nothing cuts that mirrors plastic.
You simply reach out and squash it,
there’s no need for understanding.
Silence can be so demanding,
say it strong don’t soften the grit.
We’re full of unfinished business,
I’m so sick of bogus kindness.
I don’t have time for this
These words
These endless words
Idle commuters
Waiting….impatiently
On the subway platform
Jostling for position
Hoping to get a seat
A gazing flash of light
These words
This compilation of compulsion’s creativity
Clamoring crazily
Challenging the implication
Of meter’s maniacal manipulations
Dancing on the head of a pen
Yet, I must choose
While listening to the chorus of
Pick me…pick me
And still … I listen to them
Weighing the worthiness of their weight
Knowing that they know their place
If I will but loosen my grasp
On the instrument
of our freedom
I stare at my screen
Knowing the feeling I want to express but
The words refuse to come.
My fingers hover,
Waiting to be used
Waiting for my speech
My eloquent thoughts
To write themselves.
But nothing comes
I cannot say what I want
With the voice that I have.
My simple words cannot communicate
All the emotion I know is there.
They are not good enough to be beautiful
They are not enough.
I am not enough.
The screen turns black
As if telling me to give in.
My thoughts seem small and
Insignificant
Then
From the stillness sings a voice
To tell me I can.
To tell me it is not about waiting
For the perfect words
I must find my own way.
It is not about anyone else
It is about me.
And I know,
I know what to do.
Embrace my own hurt
Turn it into light,
And peace,
And joy.
Without knowing,
I have created a poem,
A song,
Something wonderful.
Beauty that came from despair.
They will say it is a waste
Of time,
Of paper,
Of myself.
That it is only endless words
Meaning nothing.
They are right.
It means nothing to them
Because I did not write it for them.
It is mine.
And it is beautiful.
A myriad of words could be written today
Ten thousand more tomorrow and onwards
I will never cease the art of writing
Cannot bear the notion of holding my tongue about:
The liminal spaces who cannot speak
The ancient lands longing to be felt and seen
Our earth mother who cares so much for all
Our innate everlasting worth that can at times feel depleted or small
I channel endless words and my senses express
I welcome the all encompassing
I honor the ebbs and flows
The metaphorical deaths that transform and morph
I witness my consciousness ponder
And hope to surround others in auric fields of love and light
In realms of understanding, sorrows intertwined,
Expressed through eloquent grief, a voice confined,
Words fall short, unable to unveil the soul's design,
A silent turmoil within, a tale of its own kind.
Suppressing emotions, a way of life we've embraced,
Words lost in the labyrinth, sentiments left encased,
Dreams and duties, in life's intricate space,
Words fail to capture, time's swift, elusive chase.
Despite endless words, comprehension eludes their grasp,
A silence profound, in the heart's hidden clasp,
What meaning lies in the words they clasp,
A detachment born of indifference, a wordless rasp.
Unearthing hidden truths, an art we strive to hone,
Those who cannot read my eyes, alone,
I beseech you, let my silence be my own,
Only translate my silence into words, if it's known
I try to let all these
Crazy thoughts go.
The darkness is strong,
It pulls from below.
I'm haunted by the
Love in the past.
I think my heart
Needs a cast.
I try, it's just me,
On my own.
The demon inside lives,
She has grown.
I see the worry in
Their eyes.
I was never good at
Wearing a disguise.
All the endless words
And questions.
The voices and
Useless suggestions.
I exist, I'm not living,
I'm not dying.
I'm not selling,
I'm not buying.
This feeling won't
Go away.
I sink a little deeper,
With each passing day.
She put my light out,
She watched it die.
With every breath,
She would sigh.
The first blow rocked me,
The second did too.
I kept thinking that
This can't be true.
With the snap of a
Finger, she was gone.
I don't know what this is,
I want it to be done.
Turbo1904 ?
I wish you were like these ocean currents,
with no feelings at all,
with no doubts,
just you doing your ordinary duty.
I wish you were always going to the right-
sided ways and flawless.
You have been unsatisfied lately
with what nature has been feeding you.
Why is your thirst unquenchable?
I want to know.
Is it you who let me sail
to the wrong cardinal points
or is it how the journey should be?
I’m here now,
wondering with endless words
manufacturing this and that,
I feel like giving up to that little light
you promised to show me.
I’m here today with questions in lanes
like beasts on a one way to the river.
Every heart I seem to touch fades in me,
I’m about to give up on you,
please don’t let me.
What is my sanctuary?
Well, of course, the library!
Endless words that raise my senses
Taking me through verbs and tenses.
Lovely people in magic lands
Welcoming me with friendly hands.
Yesterday’s events and predictions
With countless truths and contradictions.
Tomorrow’s vision of what might be
And all of today’s reality.
Forgetting my stress from today,
Letting my worries go astray.
denial of culpability
relationships gone
love forsaken
sit and write
endless words
anger unleashed
forgiveness begged
abstract concepts
random rants
filling space
why?
does anyone care?
RISE UP FOR ME!!!
I never hear your laughter
No matter the depth of my plea
Your smile, your voice, your presence
Forever absent from my new reality!
Each day, I search for meaning
As to why you are gone
My questions never answered
Every minute, empty and long
Endless tears won't change a thing
I know because I've cried
Endless words won't bring you JUSTICE
I know because I've tried
No accountability, for my child's death?
Death by cop, the majority disagree.
Broken families, Stolen lives
They kill at will, we are no longer free!
Even if a jury finds them guilty
Very few years they will see
When they intentionally kill our children?
Exactly, why we respect taking a knee!
We visit our children at their grave
The pain we cannot flee
When cops kill at will, we hear our kids say, RISE UP FOR ME
I pluck its feathers
mumbling……he hates me
he hates me not….
Shrieking he grabs
the feather
its ink turning red
rage
quivering across
a fearful truth….
We are together
scratching
endless words
on nothingness.
©1/8/2018
Plucking The Poisonous Parrot Poetry Contest
Maureen McGreavy - Sponsor
you made the sun shine
you brought sands to any beach.
endless words i have written
your out of my reach.
my heart it clings to you
my beautiful only daughter.
my tears they fall like rain
at the thought of never seeing you again.
my hearts now filled with such sorrow
its in so much pain.
a mothers and fathers worst nightmare
of loosing one of their wains.
my heart now will never be free
as your not here to share it with me.
my heart crys now everyday
as god has taken you away.
my tears they fall now like rain
as her soul it took flight.
i think of you my dear daughter
each day and every night
as i long for you in my sight.
i know you have your wings now
its my heart it clings to you
it will never ever again be free
it will always be waiting to reunite with you.
The endless page is a story of meaning
that she has so excellently sewn
The endless sentence is but a fire
that she has so excellently extinguished
and she mixes quill and ink.
Among the morning dew is when I had to leave
because of her unconscious fallacy
And she may not realize it yet
that it troubled me so
She writes the endless page,
with endless words.
I who lives one-thousand miles away from love
I who has decided to drain himself of rationality
am announced upon a letter from the post master
and I who is shamefully evil
entail the details;
the endless page.
"My Dear love,
to whose actions I cannot express
why am I such a deceit to you?
The deceit to which you left little explanation
the girl to which you killed with burning ambition
Why do you fare with my heart
why must you treat it like a poppet?
"My Dear love,
I'm forever sorry for never detailing
just how much I love you
And the pain to see you everyday
just reminds me of the darkness;
my dear love
I'm in the ground now,
as you read this endless page."
Feeling hopeless
The only word crossing my mind is sorry
sticking to the path I'm choosing
but the day is becoming night
and I can't see clearly
Walking down one road
only to turn tail and begin from start
like I'm just stuck on the game board of monopoly
The writing on the wall
the art of illusions
or maybe I am just blind
Just...I'm only being guided by
the endless words of a sad song
while I'm just mumbling
I'm sorry as I drift into the night
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm sorry...
Dimensions of truth
Spoken or unspoken ,
written or unwritten,
expressed or ever shared
Endless words ,numerous perceptions
and countless misconceptions--
are different dimensions to
the truth.
It makes many people wonder about what it is
and can anyone really define it?
Truth is something which pricks/breaks your heart
or makes you vulnerable.
Might be a light invigorating,
which calms and brings peace
An experience which tests your very own
self and existence.
Mostly a power which many cannot handle
and afraid to confront it.
An encounter which gives us new perspective
and a tough yet content choice to live with.
Its hard and rude when you speak/articulate
and aggressive when you write it.
one has to transcend beyond himself and his mind
to know its nature and its course.
Though the time changes
and people turning to different people
but the truth remains same.
Truth stands alone,may come many
tornados and is stark naked
even when facing temptations.,
with head held high and looking into the sky.
Truth may be alone most of the time
but it gathers true friends -honesty and bravery.
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