How long will I have to be here?
I have been here since as long as I can remember
Tried to move on
But I am trapped to
I am tied to you
Fate and destiny doesn't want me to move on
I am on a collar
You pull me back
It chocks me - I feel like I can't stand it any longer
I can't breath - I am going more under
There have been attempts
The leasehold is part of me
I am tied up in a straight jacket and I need that assistance
I am defenceless without it
Can't look after myself
I have tried it
Have the ambition but not the heart
Have the desire but not the will
I have the dream but not the reality
Can't do this much longer - feels like it's slowly killing me
A torturous death
A long death
It is slow and it is painful and everyone can see it
It wears on me - it holds me back - it tires me
Can't take this much longer
How much longer can I be here?
Categories:
leasehold, angst, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
On both sides of drunk
and on both sides of sober,
both sides of the truth
and both sides a lie
lie the two of us.
You own the license to my pain,
I hold the leasehold to your wounds,
we hunger for the ritual
embedded in our souls,
bruises that won't heal.
We can't breathe but what
we're bleeding,
leeching out the worst
of how we feel.
Categories:
leasehold, dark,
Form: Verse
I'm letting you in, but promise me this,
Our love won't be bought for the price of a kiss.
That my heart can stay guarded, at least for a while,
That your patience will last more than just the first mile.
I'm letting you love me, small steps at a time;
You're weaving your tune through my brutal love-rhyme.
Your harmony soars with my melody's pace,
And the pure notes are written all over your face.
I'm letting you have me, on leasehold for now,
I put up defences, you're breaking them down.
I'm letting you in, we're starting to run,
I'll let you know, one day, you might be the one.
Categories:
leasehold, adventure, lovelove,
Form: I do not know?
The young and the old are part of man's fold.
Love between them, better than gold…tenfold.
The past before told, as the future shall behold.
Depends upon love shown, not an empty billfold.
Chores hide and seek, anger vanquished…controlled.
Life molds by example as truths are told.
Family meetings upon hope's threshold,
Foster goodness without the need to scold.
Happy days upon sacrifice enrolled.
Profits many blessings; smooths lives potholed.
Freedom of choice has a responsibility twofold.
Give from the heart; let understanding enfold.
Time writes; family history lives scrolled.
Children grow and soon leave the household.
Memories in heart, that each child shall hold,
Establish free choices in love's leasehold.
Seniors who listen with wisdom bankrolled,
Experiences share…but only when polled.
Respect grows for elders as life is strolled.
Admiration earned; limiting stronghold.
The young, like the old, are part of man’s fold.
Time together grows respect’s freehold.
Helping children make choices…scorn untold.
The smiles that you give will come back ten-fold.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
June 5, 2010
Poetic form: Monorhyme
Categories:
leasehold, caregiving, family, happiness, inspirational,
Form: Monorhyme
On both sides of drunk
and on both sides of sober,
both sides of the truth
and both sides a lie
lie the two of us.
You own the license to my pain,
I hold the leasehold to your wounds,
we hunger for the ritual
embedded in our souls,
contusions that won't heal.
We can't breathe
but what we're bleeding,
leeching out the worst
of how we feel.
Categories:
leasehold, depression
Form: Verse
On both sides of drunk,
on both sides of sober,
both sides of the truth
and both sides a lie
lie the two of us.
You own the license to my pain,
I hold the leasehold to your wounds,
we hunger for the ritual
embedded in our souls,
fractures that won't heal.
We can't breathe but what
we're bleeding,
leeching out the worst
of how we feel.
Categories:
leasehold, confusion
Form: Verse
On both sides of drunk
and on both sides of sober,
both sides of the truth
and both sides a lie
lie the two of us.
You own the license to my pain,
I hold the leasehold to your wounds,
we hunger for the ritual
embedded in our souls,
bruises that won't heal.
We can't breathe but what
we're bleeding,
leeching out the worst
of how we feel.
Categories:
leasehold, life,
Form: Verse