.
her eyne are
staring my
at
i know it's not me
Being away from a person it's quite draining to the mind have the conversations continue to build with answers being revealed with little substance.
The light that once was burning bright within the person is now dwindling to a small flickering flame inside about paper mache candle.
What is love when only one is giving it while the other is demanding more and more of a material world.
Can a heart endure the pain of a person that is only in love with the past and judges the future?
What if they have not come to terms with that past and what judge you in proximity to that person?
Answering these small questions places you into limbo yes it is deadly to go forward without assurance from the other person.
You can be away from the person but still be in limbo.
SITTING IN LIMBO
"What time is it?" Decades has passed..
I'm always the idiot, sleeping in limbo..
as time tickles, the river flows, seasons come and go, flowers flower and whither.. The birds keep singing sweet meloedies to the rainbow?? sky above.
I sit at that place where many rivers cross each other, there I shall always be, flowing with the rivers, singing with the birds, lapsing in limbo. I'm a handicap, crippled from birth.
SITTING IN LIMBO
"What time is it?" Decades has passed..
I'm always the idiot, sleeping in limbo..
as time tickles, the river flows, seasons come and go, flowers flower and whither.. The birds keep singing sweet meloedies to the rainbow?? sky above.
I sit at that place where many rivers cross each other, there I shall always be, flowing with the rivers, singing with the birds, lapsing in limbo. I'm a handicap, crippled from birth.
SITTING IN LIMBO
"What time is it?" Decades has passed..
I'm always the idiot, sleeping in limbo..
as time tickles, the river flows, seasons come and go, flowers flower and whither.. The birds keep singing sweet meloedies to the rainbow?? sky above.
I sit at that place where many rivers cross each other, there I shall always be, flowing with the rivers, singing with the birds, lapsing in limbo. I'm a handicap, crippled from birth.
SITTING IN LIMBO
"What time is it?" Decades has passed..
I'm always the idiot, sleeping in limbo..
as time tickles, the river flows, seasons come and go, flowers flower and whither.. The birds keep singing sweet meloedies to the rainbow?? sky above.
I sit at that place where many rivers cross each other, there I shall always be, flowing with the rivers, singing with the birds, lapsing in limbo. I'm a handicap, crippled from birth.
SITTING IN LIMBO
"What time is it?" Decades has passed..
I'm always the idiot, sleeping in limbo..
as time tickles, the river flows, seasons come and go, flowers flower and whither.The
birds keep singing sweet melodies to the rainbow sky above.
I sit at that place where many rivers cross each other, there I shall always be, flowing with the rivers, singing with the birds, lapsing in limbo. I'm a handicap, crippled from birth.
I hear you in that limbo
in that place where the lost don’t land
where you’re begging for a lifeline
but life won’t extend a hand
Where sleep don’t ever visit
just memories that choke the air
and you lay there wide-awake
’cause your nightmares don’t play fair
Thirteen in a cell?
That’s trauma carved straight into bone
you didn’t break your mother’s heart
the world broke yours first alone
You ain’t “too much,” you’re haunted
and haunted hearts beat loud
you’re a storm they tried to silence
but storms don’t bow to crowds
If darkness is your only friend
then let me sit in it too
two shadows breathing steady
’cause I won’t walk out on you
You say you’re stuck in spirals
replaying every dread-filled thought
but sometimes the ones who survived hell
are the realest ones ever taught
So talk your pain, I’ll answer
I’m built to carry the weight
Your not alone in the fire
I’ll be right here…as I watch a strength
you didn’t know you had that I most admire
This was written in response to a 13 year old who could not see any light thru all her darkness!
I knocked on the door of limbo,
where the breathless rest,
neither damned nor divine,
but I was not even shadow enough
to be let in.
They saw my name
unwritten,
unwitnessed
and turned me away like a sin
never spoken aloud.
So I walked the earth
as half a ghost,
haunting the body
I was born into.
WAITING IN LIMBO
Sitting on the muddy banks
Of faded realities,
Lingering in the spaces of time,
Lost souls struggle:
Seeking another Dreamer.
Powering pawn brokers,
Tighten their mogering grasp
Beyond the setting sun;
Leaving frailed victories festering
And waning in winds of change:-
White opiates coagulate,
Flowing black dreams
Of mesmerized minds;
Oblivious to fading freedoms
Chained and rotting away:-
As time and life sag on,
Let’s not be as a drooping bosom
Sagging due to incised-bleeding;
Rather, let’s be as pregnant wombs
Breaking waters of liberating justice:-
Indeed, let’s scream renewed life,
Nourished keloid-ancestral-navels,
Waxed and hardened by sarcasm
Against the trumping-musky rhetoric
Streaming against democratic equity:-
In the beginning …
the past and future
were orphans
Lost in a silence
unnamed until
spoken
Waiting in anticipation
their birthrights
in limbo
The present expanding
its moment
—christened free
(The New Room: June, 2023)
waiting for that first snowfall
its blanket of glitter
and magical hush
looking for that perfect excuse
to build a fire, to lock the door
and blissfully hibernate
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Trapped in limbo,
Not moving ahead
Never looking behind;
Suspended in that single moment of time.
Not moving ahead,
Suspended in that single moment of time,
Never looking behind,
Trapped in limbo.
Note: this poetry form is an Ungalino. First stanza: 1/2/3/4, second stanza repeats as lines 2/4/3/1.
As I tiptoe down life’s
highway,
My conscious reminds
of past falls.
Now I’m at a crossroad
afraid to move.
I’m terrified of a fatal
fall.
What if I fall and can’t get
up again?
I don’t know what to do,
my feet feel like lead.
All of dreams must be
put on hold.
Because I’m stuck in
limbo,
I can’t move forward,
not even an inch.
09/14/2021
Alexis Y.
Color fades by daybreak
welcoming the dawn
euphoric daydreams
to ponder on
translucent is the sunset
bearing life to city streams
carved into the pavement
allured it's parting gleams
secured inside its natal womb
humility will serve
breaking the monotony
the stairway starts to swerve
with ever elusive passages
dwelling deep inside grounds depth
mystery awakening darkness
upon capricious breadth
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