As I try to wish away, all the sadness that I feel;
As if a night sky's falling star, could grant me something real...
If only one small wish, of what's eluded me all this life thus far;
I'd wish for just some happiness, just a little in a jar;
So I could open as I needed, unload some sadness that I feel
Much like unloading bulky freight,
From a trains overloaded boxcar...
If only I could wish away, all the sadness that I feel,
I'd finish this life with certainty
And a soul full of new found zeal...
POETRY IN A JAR
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words trapped in glass
whispers of a fleeting thought--
time held in silence
I see words, and they see me
It’s true they are sentient, quite
But they will never see the light
of my world through my loins
They keep floating by, ever speaking
never ceasing like tinnitus in my transcendent sight
Like orphans from somewhere never
Their little fingers grope as they look at me squarely
Speaking barely, “bring me into your light”
just before they are gone forever
So much needless loss
I kill my darlings before they become darlings
Their lot is to die in the vacuum
of my fickle muse
If only I could catch them like you do fireflies in a fruit jar
How pretty they would be to see in chaotic containment
and how witty they could be for those with the sight
But alas, my heart cannot hold all the incandescence ink
required for such a noble and beautiful task
So I shall be satisfied to smile when I catch one or two
You are whatever you are.
And I am whatever I want.
So take me how?
However I come.
My stars won't let me fall far.
Flowers and rainbows are all covered in scars.
So keep counting your wishes like bugs in a jar.
Nobody ever tells you that life's is this hard.t
They just spin you around until you fall down.
Round and round, we all fall down.
So keep counting your wishes like bugs in a jar.
Flowers and rainbows are all covered in scars.
All you flowers and rainbows are all covered in scars.
Filling up the unknown eerie,
Reason that turns-into weary,
Slowly piling up the jar of fake Hopes
Seems an open silk thread but truly-many suffocating ropes.
A word so blind,that might relax their thirst.
Ever wondered?when this jar breaks-a cloudburst.
Leaving it empty-accepting what it may...
Keeping up the truths-burying all concealed days.
i feel like an empty jar,
waiting,
just for one thing.
to be filled.
i try to distract myself,
to fill the empty space,
however,
it’s almost like there’s a leak in the jar.
each effort to fill the jar,
becomes a brief moment of relief,
slipping through the cracks,
leaving me hollow,
wondering if anything can truly fill my jar
i search for the sealant,
something to fill the cracks,
but nothing feels sufficient.
leaving me with the same feeling as before,
a jar that can’t be filled.
Life in a Jar
I’d like to find a special jar
To put aside some life,
A jar that keeps both face and form,
And stints the scourge of change.
I’d put therein, a rusted leaf,
Or summer’s one perhaps,
To always have the seasons at
The twisting of a wrist.
I’d put therein, my true love’s kiss,
To always know its taste.
And next to that a snapshot of
The world within her eyes.
I’d also save, encased therein,
First cries out to the world;
Of lives conceived through gifted love,
And feeling newly born.
I’d store away the vistas of
Grand aspects, earthly borne,
And let them burn through fired glass
From every lay of land.
Then I would not be far from life,
From where I cannot see.
No, I prefer to keep it fresh
For morning’s light, through glass.
It’s change that writes the script of life
And fleshes out the page.
While time is just a numbered pause
Without a story told.
Because this glass jar I call life,
overfills with the unforeseen,
the lid
almost bursting, G-d’s hand
never giving
in to the chaos, always
holding down
the lid.
Because of the glimmer
of sunlight
that filters through my eyelids,
this jar lid,
is
mine
and I vow
that I may savor
the moments of sweet
jam and brined
pickles
equally,
by G-d’s Good Graces.
She was imaginative, artistic and clever.
An inspired visionary who never said never.
A poet, dancer, singer, choreographer, artist too.
Bright, personable and ingenious, my sister Sue.
We knew with these talents she would go far.
But she fell in love with a controlling ass named Jar.
Jar told her how high to jump, how to climb the stairs and such.
Her life was simple and joyless after that; we did not see her much.
• I open the fridge and what do I see?
• A jar full of mildew waiting for me
• Out of the jar and into the sink
• For one, the jar has mildew and smells really stink
The weight I carried has settled,
not vanished, but pinned in place -
a fragile truce between my mind
and the pills I swallow, trembling.
They don’t call it a cure,
and I don’t ask for one;
but it’s enough to feel the unraveling slow.
I feel the world bleed into softer shapes,
colours no longer clawing at my skin,
the air no longer suffocating with noise.
The chaos still growls, caged but alive,
watching, waiting,
but I stand, grounded,
no longer flinching at silence,
or the darkness I once begged
to swallow me whole.
I don’t ache with every breath anymore,
the oppression of my thoughts no longer crushing,
gnawing at my chest.
I don’t fight shadows that cling like chains,
or drown in static, my mind splintering.
Now, I wake, and the world’s
no longer a battlefield -
for the first time in years,
I feel the weight of the earth beneath me,
no longer lost.
It’s not perfect,
but it’s enough to stand on.
Fruit Jar
The dried fruit jar indicates
disagreement by
using a
high five.
When you're here
I feel ease
When you're not
I always feel
An emptiness
In my heart
Like an empty jar
The wind comes and goes
Water flows in and out
Nothing stays.
caught fireflies in a jar
mishandled- the jar broke
fireflies flew away...
understood- the jar was glass
Much like the “cracker jack prize”
At the bottom of the box
As candy lore goes.
That unique badge of honor
For those who would dive deep
To grasp the brass button.
Beware this lure full of
Deceit.
Along the way you may yourself
Delete.
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