The walls remembered my name not my voice,
My existence faded by the hourglass,
I could feel the weight capture my chest
Felt like a taboo down my throat,
Memories swept, diminished, downgraded
Like words on a wet paper,
I found a letter in the rain
My name on it, my existence erased.
©?Written Whispers
Galaxy, heart, erase, gaze, cold, tender
A swirling galaxy of thought,
Where feelings bloom and then are caught.
My heart, a fragile, beating thing,
Can soar on hope, or sharply sting.
A wish to erase the memory's sting,
Of words like ice, a frozen spring.
Your lingering gaze, a distant star,
Both near and infinitely far.
A touch so tender, soft and light,
Against the encroaching, endless night.
Then sudden cold, a chilling breeze,
Rustling through the silent trees.
I’m not an artist
I’m not a genius
I’m not the largest or coming of Jesus
I’m not even close
Or even at most
I’m just a ghost and I’m draping my clothes
I’m just a debt
Another regret
I’m just a notion that you should forget
Just forget my face
I don’t have a place
I’m just an outline that will be erased
A needle in hay
I’m whispered away
I am just passing through no I’m not here to stay
This was not bad
This wasn’t the worst
I won’t be the last and I won’t be the first
A light empty sigh
They lay me to die
I’m just passing through so you should say goodbye
Entered unannounced
Exiting here
I disappear
I remember your hug
Arms wrapped around me with love
We'd rock back and forth
Like the swing on my porch
And you'd squeeze me so close
I still miss that the most
A little dance with our feet
And a soft kiss on my cheek
Later this year
Sick and full of tears
I layed next to you in the hospital not knowing it was possible
Your hand clenching mine
By God's perfect design
Two hands interlaced
Love cannot be erased
I wish you were still here
With no pain and no tears
But as I grieve for you alone
I'll remember you are now home
My sweet G
Your memories will always be with me
A carapace of courage
Lies buried in the hills.
A library of wisdom
Stocked with empty pages,
Erased for all the ages.
A husk of special skills
And verbal vitality
Dad, juggernaut at rest.
You, beautiful one,
Aware of mind's inner space,
But travelling, thrilling to movement.
Tiny jokes and masked meanings
The place you played.
You undid models
Like a child making games,
The barrier behind unvisited.
Hold up your arms
And dance!
Death's not erased the past and
Is not the end of music.
Even voices that don’t exist deserve to be attuned to.
Voices that make these walls buckle.
But have no essence.
Faceless sounds.
And at first I feel stricken.
Then renewed.
Disembodied voices swirl in ribbons of coherence.
But nothing but mumbling is streaming from me.
Just because something is a secret.
Does not make it wisdom.
The voices seem to vanish.
But they have not escaped.
Even in the silence.
They are simply playing with new ideas, new plots.
To one day speak again.
Sometimes silent.
But never erased.
Yesterday I used a plaster
For a small cut
Now I use a plaster
For light muscle pains
Suddenly I feel that I want to use a plaster
For an ugly scar
That cannot be erased
Or fade easily
And tomorrow maybe I'll use a plaster
For sorrow and grief
Maybe a plaster from the Almighty God
Maybe a magical plaster of love
To cure pain caused by sorrow and grief
That come my way
That cannot be avoided
That are brought along by fate
Once fear erased, we surrender
Granting love pulse consent
Bliss the prize, divine does render
Hastening soul’s ascent
Open heart, unclenched fist
On ceasing to resist
We become a bliss mist
No longer fazed
Once fear erased
10-December-2021
Quietus
Time kisses each upon a cheek with timeless teeth of smile.
Even hungry mice as we, who walk in other’s shoes a mile.
Along the empires’ ridge we stroll with nighttime sky, engaged.
Impoverished, as our brethren watch, with hearts aflame, enraged.
Stories we disguise in different form, atoms shifting in chaotic dance.
Clothing manifested from our storm, a destiny some see as only chance.
Slim silhouettes of matchsticks burning, one or in a pack.
Knots untying, unifying all the envy that we lack.
Broken, born, or lost as halves; to be or not to be,
Whatever cost to make each other into whole, you see;
Solutions searching randomly, ingredients like dust
Upon a chalkboard scribbled fierce, as snow-white rust
Or written clear, on pages here,
And then erased.
"Next Poem, Erased on a Sharp Black Line"
The more I try to erase you
The more you present sharp and present
Oligarchy claps on,
Teeth sharp and tongues bite venomous in numbers
There you are walking
barefoot and blindfolded
on a Sharp Black Line
Daring to dive in
Here I await your presence
In the swim
A shadow drowning
under brittle crystal hours
hooked by lip
silent
Aqua smile shatters a
dry paper kiss
Fingers touch written lines
not the bees stinging
with their
thick
sticky honey
Fingers tracing lips
The tongue spoken
between broken
and bliss
Alive,
not drowning
waving
Something in the story
missed
Absent
Ingenue
Transformation
Tryst
To sleep,
close my eyelids
who's counting on you,
next poem
erased on a sharp black line
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
https://youtu.be/1TuOT324neg
Thom Yorke/Ingenue
Ingenue/Lyrics, Thom Yorke
https://genius.com/Atoms-for-peace-ingenue-lyrics
C-hill
O-f
N-ight
I-s
E-rased
E-vading
G-low's
E-arly
N-ewness
I-n
A-pparent
S-hine
Topic: Birthday of Conie G. Egenias (December 24)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
M-orn
H-as
E-rased
Y-our
D-ark
A-s
C-oolness
A-bates
N-ight
A-round
Y-ou
Topic: Birthday of Mhey Dacanay (January 18)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Winds were among first to notice
Fragrant air blowing fresh breeze
Stemming from your pristine vicinity
Extolling prospects of your visit,
Announced by the birds in flight
Message circulated far and wide
Into the emerging scenic twilight
Pushing far away the opaque skies,
Cotton clouds then adorned charm
Scattered in ways of scenic art form
In orange hues peeking from blue
Amid aerial vistas painted for you,
Sprinkling rays on mosaic colors
Layers of fabric spun florid display
Anxious for you to take your step
Into this arena of majestic stage,
But all that passion suddenly erased
Prompting egress of darker motifs
When sun plunged below horizon,
Dismayed that you never showed up.
April 12, 2018
Placed first in contest 515 by Brian Strand
I once wore thoughts of you like a golden robe
I held onto them like a king who never lets go of his scepter
In my wildest dreams i built a castle upon a lofty hill and put your name there
What a blissful palace it was!
An architectural masterpiece and the definition of beauty
But then nature become too jealous
Before i realised it,
The hurricanes came banging at my own door steps as though i was a convict of murder
In a blink of an eye my beautiful castle was in ashes
The violent winds tore my golden robe in infinite pieces
Nature stripped me of my treasure
As though it was not enough time crept in and erased all my memories of you without asking for permission.
Despite such a painful experience my artistic ability has grown stronger.
And Am now building another castle whose foundation are the eagle's wings.
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