How fast can I fall?
I have been stuck in limbo.
How hard will I land?
.
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.
Voicings; shatterings! Suffer
But one; but then. Aches.
Frailly-ghostly, nightly wails.
As the pine tree shakes.
So left, useless to console
My own lone heart, days.
Yet drawn to what may break it!
As the pine tree sways.
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:-
I stand on a precipice
Eternal midnight shines above
As reflected below
Eden, steps back
Close enough to see
I am Tantalus
Step back
“Backward
And going backwards”
A flash and thunder
I appear before me
“If one had a genie, would he wish to love himself as others?
I feel contempt from you, of course I do”
I know I would
Because I love people
Sitting here
in igneous space
wrestling with naked thoughts
finds me face to face
with sad beauty:
the navel of time
is emblematic
that the poetic seed
must first fertilize the mind
that its womb may birth forth
yet another mused child of light
to shatter the unique ghost darkness
hidden within fibers of fading blank pages,
fading blank pages, awaiting poetic revival:-
In twilight's hollow, where shadows play,
I find myself lost, in a heart's gray day.
A soul once afire, with love's pure flame,
Now flickers faintly, in loneliness's cold frame.
In secret gardens, where memories reside,
Our laughter echoes, a haunting, mournful tide.
The ghosts of our whispers, the shadows of our past,
Torment my waking, and forever will last.
Like autumn's leaves, our love withered away,
Leaving me to wander, in a desolate gray.
No warmth of your touch, no gentle summer breeze,
Only the echoes of what we used to be.
In this limbo, I search for a way to escape,
From the prison of longing, the weight of heartache.
But like a migratory bird, lost in endless skies,
I'm left to navigate, the dark and lonely sighs.
So here I'll remain, suspended in time,
A heart forever trapped, between love and loneliness's chime.
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