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Premium Member Confusion

Thoughts scurrying in my head 
like underground commuters - 
pushing, bustling, focused only 
upon themselves with no care for 
others - reaching for the last 
remaining hang strap or seat. 

Words tousling for attention; 
some trying to scream the loudest, 
while others sulk in silence, 
hoping I will notice their drooping 
lip - occasionally slamming the 
doors of concentration. 

Distracting me from mundane tasks 
the nagging voices in the background 
of my single-mindedness, pulling - 
this way and that - lurching from 
decision to indecision, from certitude 
to the uncertainty of next move. 

Manic dance to wavering music - 
now here, now there, shilly-shallying 
to discordant melody and 
rampant orchestration. Confused conductor, 
misguiding brass and strings producing 
a cacophony of sound - a jarring, jangling din. 

STOP! Let me try and restore order! 
All sit down, calm down, SHUT UP! 
Stand in a neat line, so I can 
see straight - consider my options. 
Put down your instruments, let them 
be soundless.  Freeze frame! Motionless. 

I stand before the still of the image. 
In one corner there is 'do this', 
in the other 'do that'. 
The mayhem surrounding them frozen. 
Grimace fixed for eternity. 
While I hover in a place of indecision; 

fingers plugging my ears; eyes blinded by perplexity. 
On closer scrutiny I see 'alternative', 
nestling in the background, quietly waiting 
for recognition. I see it now, so clearly. 
I pick it up, it conforms to my touch, 
We leave together by the back door. 

Frozen frame melting as movement returns to 
the manic confusion. Alternative and I 
in collusion, leaving indecision, and 
disharmony to slug it out, tip-toe 
to safety, hand in hand....ssh, close the 
door quietly, they may not even notice we have gone.


The Visitors

knock knock knock
on my front door
i get up to look
it's lonliness at the door

but quite and still
i would not let
lonliness in so peacefull i slept

morning came
and with the knocks once more
but i kept my temper
and evened the score

inside i sat quietly
wishing he'd go away
but he yelled from outside
he had something to say

i said "go away"
and i put a record on
something moving and grooving
i played it all day long

but when evening came 
i put on a sweater
and decided to play 
something much better

something smooth
something sentimental
something with lyrics
that are very gentile

something with words
that don't dare remind
of terrible incidences
recently left behind

constantly reminding me
it should be a crime! 
it should be a crime!!
it should be a crime!!!

anger was present
he had a key
i was glad to see him 
and he was glad to see me

but lonliness
though being out side
made his presence known
in certian shadows
in certian rooms

anger said
"have a drink" 
and handed me a bottle
"listen up. i know how to fix that flirt. 
slap her in the face.
rub her name in the dirt!"

and with this 
my imagination ran wild
drink after drink 
we talked a while

but i remembered myself
this wasn't my style

and once again lonliness 
knocked at the door
i let him in and fell
crying to the floor

why, oh why must you visit
once more?!

he said "to try to give you wisdom
where you broke down before.
to try to give you knowledge 
before you go through the door. 
to try to make you stronger,
if you should do it again.
and to always let you know 
that i am your constant friend. 
i am with you in your solitude
i am with you while you sit 
surrounded by friends.
i scream my name LONLINESS!
in your ears very loud.
never forget my power 
or giving me my hours."

and with that 
he sat his fat ass down
Form: Narrative

Predator

Who is the hunter? Who is the victim? Where do we place the blame? Anger surging 
through our veins, sadness feeding on the pain...a reflection and heap of human 
nature; its all the same. Beyond normality, the killer writes a piece of work that was 
never revised. Fragments of thoughts remain on this page.

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My love, my predator...false defender
You left me unconscious
Struggling, choking...
Into the abyss you will dwell
Forever rotting in Hell

Crazed and disoriented
Weak as a wounded deer
How can I feel such rage and fear?
This madness growing in my bones
It’s never what I called my own

Feel the pain
Kill the pain
Where I remain.

The love, the hidden wars
Opening up a thousand doors
And throughout the wars
The predator scores
Feeding hungrily on the sores

My love, my predator...false defender
You left me unconscious
Struggling, choking...
Into the abyss you will dwell
Forever rotting in Hell

You’ll never know what you meant to me...

Determination ignites
Despite the blinding light
That burns through your tattered wings

You predator!
You murderer!
Are you ready for this?

Through rage I force myself on,
Though these vines of pain keep growing on
And throughout the wars
Who knows who scores?
The predator?
The victim?

My love, my predator...false defender
You left me unconscious
Struggling, choking...
Into the abyss you will dwell
Forever rotting in Hell

I will find you,
Mark you and bind you,
I will find you, find you
Mark you and grind you..

In pieces...

A flawless predator!
Your blood drains and pours
On those many blood-stained doors!


My love will blanket the abyss,
Laughing at your misfortune
The laughter I’ll never miss...

In no time I will find you,
smite you, remind you,
Of what I endured!

Murderer to the core!

Below in the abyss where I lay
the love blanket smothers me
indeed, the trap was set for me

I am the predator, false defender!
You have ignited her!
Face her!
Bind her!

She is your predator
Feed on her sores
Savior the pain

For there you will remain.
Form: Rhyme

You Believe In Destiny Which I Dont

3years ago, I see you on train
You were looking at me, I looked away back then
2years later, I see you again in the hospital and i keep looking at you
You look at me then turn ur face wondering who!!
one year after, you were driving ur way to work
The light turns red, I pass infront of you with a serious look
You got out of your car, following me to the shop
Asking me my name, where am i from , with a heart full of hope
I tried to lie to you, truth slipped away
I tried to fake my name, i forgot how to do what I'm good at that day
I told you my real name, my real race
You kept looking at me with a smiling face
You said you are from where i belong
Don't know how we both travelled far that long
I looked in your eyes, my destiny guy i would feel
My scarred broken heart started to softly heal
Then I remember your face back then
When I was still in highschool, taking the train
Then I remember your face in the hospital, It was you
Am i dreaming?! This is what i said and what you said too
Then we be together, then we break up
But we go back together because we believed in the stupid destiny of us
Then we fight again, Long stressful nights that never ends
We still hold on the destiny thing, We are dying in the bends
Then we break up, you leave and go home
Dady calls me saying, you are his neighbor door by door
Destiny comes again and we are fooled by a blind fate
I'm sick of thinking, sick of counting our destiny's rate
Somebody tells me what to do when all of this is real
Unbelievable destiny that doesn't want to make a deal
We are not meant to be together that what I know
But, why you keep appearing infront of me, I wanna know the true
© Kaila B.A  Create an image from this poem.

I Do Not Understand Your Mind

I do not understand your mind
But I have one too
Maybe someday you will find
What it’s like living with you

I cannot read your thoughts and fears
But heck, I’ve got em’ too
Maybe someday you’ll see the tears
That have only been shed for you

I have no desire to know your heart
Until you see me too
And when you see the rolling death cart
You’ll find the dead body’s you

I will not understand your death
Because I’m dying too
Maybe someday in another life
We’ll all go looking for you

Push the cart away, my friend
And see me eye to eye
And there you’ll find a needle to mend
The tears when I die
Form: Rhyme


Face of Addiction

I know it's not crack cocaine that makes my blood rush
it's a softer kind of way of being that fills my
brain with popping endorphins
 

it 
makes my legs quiver with a shaky kind of expectation
and I know I live for it
entangled in it's tentacles that seem to stretch endlessly
from my wanting
my grasping
my needing

a driving force that has a mind of it's own
powered by the insatiable desire to fill this bloody gaping hole
that loneliness has found in a sort of lining in the hole...

I sometimes would give anything not to feed it
even at my lowest desperate moment
would have fed it my life...

until a realization hit me smacked me across the face=
I am not this addiction
and I can survive without it.

(re Post) Forsaken

it's forbidden for me to love
yet thoughts light on me like a dove
with hell fire beaconing me to fly away
yet my soul welcomes sweet ideals to stay
don't go away; stay
in my arms
sway to songs
written so long ago

but ancient ears listen
and spread rumors to eyes that glisten

how hungry are those that wait
who's hearts become filled with hate
and malice intended for the sake of hate
that causes worlds to shake
and feet to slip into fiery lake
dragged down by those forsaken 
those from whom love was taken

they open our mouths and feed us hate
the sweetness of love has left
the  bitterest taste
true repentance reveals our mistake
safety of life and sanity at stake
from whom love may requires
our life take
Form:

I'M Not Angry

Rejected, ignored, resented, torn
Wondering, wandering, faltering, forlorn
You force-fed me snakes when I asked for bread
You licked me with flames and Left me for dead

I’m not angry

Tormented, frustrated, exhausted, shattered
You thought of yourself and nothing else mattered
I lie here in chains awaiting my savior
Instead you pass on by, there’s nothing to say here

I’m not angry

Crawling, slouching, in here and out there
Nothing to do but sit there and pout here
Cradle me close and burn the noose
It’s buried in my neck, but it’ll come loose

I’m not angry

You’re asking me why
And I’m showing you why
You wanted me to die
So give up the lie

Listen to my cries—you just can’t ignore
The pain I endured, and I’m begging you for more
Because next time you will very well see
That the persistent flames you use—you love…are Me

And I am not angry
— I am furious
me
Form: Rhyme

World's Biggest Player

I told women that I loved them to get them into bed.
I promised them marriage but I dumped them instead.
I was the world's biggest player and that's a fact.
But when I dumped one woman, I came to regret how she would react.
She lied and had me arrested when she said that I hit her.
When it came to making my life a living Hell, she was no quitter.
I came home one day and found both of my dogs dead.
She gave them poisoned food that killed them while they were being fed.
She admitted to me that she killed them to break my heart.
If I hadn't been a jerk, my life wouldn't have been falling apart.
I was in misery because I thought that she wouldn't stop.
She tried to burn down my house and she was arrested by the cops.
She's behind bars and she'll be there for awhile.
Women were nothing but conquests to me and that was vile.
My friends said that my ways would catch up to me; it's a shame that I couldn't have 
foreseen it.
I'll never tell another woman that I love her unless I really mean it.

(THIS FICTIONAL POEM WAS INSPIRED BY THE 1996 FILM 'A THIN LINE BETWEEN LOVE AND 
HATE.'
Form: Rhyme

Number Ten

where did you get that
that settle cruelty
was it with you all the time
does it make you royalty

do you know what it feels like
to be looked at with a frown
a frown so pitiable
it could chase you out of town

i know what it feels like 
to be a ball and chain
going places i have to go
and bearing the look of shame

the quietness is deafening
and secretiveness screams
your wishing me away

every time you flip a coin
it's "heads i win, tails you lose"
one of the ingenious tools you use
against my attempt to compromise
when compromising is all
the communication i have left

your frowning me away
ignoring me away
and kind smiles to others
driving me away

i refuse to be your pain
and don't accept the victimization
of your destain
it is your kingdom
you can reign
just one subject less
and the rest remain

but if time should come
when feelings change
them weep
because what's changed has changed
you've had your satisfaction
only an empty box remains
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