Long Breakdown Poems
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There’s a glitch in the matrix
A system breakdown
You keep me there
Wanderin around
Blinded by the shadows
Runnin through the pain
Dancin in the waves
Drownin in the breeze
In through the out door
Out through the in
Baby we’ve gone crazy
All over again
When the skies darkest
Who will be there
when you’ve lost your dreams
Who will be there
when you come apart at the seams
Dancin in the waves
Drownin in the breeze
In through the out door
Out through the in
Baby we’ve gone crazy all over again
The streets are all empty
The crowds have gone away
Left you abandoned
No need to say
Pick me up hold me down
There’s no guarantees
There’s no inbetweens
There’s no inbetweens
There are no inbetweens
As we travel along life’s highway
A wealth of choices we’re compelled to make
As we’re faced with fate’s many crossroads
And we have to determine, which road to take
Roads that determine who we meet and love
What we do, and who we are
Roads where the journey’s a short one
Roads that take you far
Quite often, our choice is the right one
And the road leads to where we’re meant to be
But now and then it can be a dead end
And we need life’s breakdown recovery
To take us back to where we faltered
To journey down the road we’d forsaken
But who knows what the toll can be
For delay on ‘The Road Not Taken.’
This morning our computer died;
Our car won’t start as well.
The bathroom sink was clogged last month;
Our hand-washed towels smell.
The pipe beneath the kitchen sink
Had water shooting out.
A total breakdown seems to be
What life is all about.
The super fixed the pipe; tomorrow
We’ll call Triple-A
And hopefully a jump will make
The battery obey.
We ordered a computer.
(Ours was really kind of old.)
The bathroom drain’s all clear
From something Amazon extolled.
For one thing I am grateful -
With our car and P.C. dead,
I have to thank my lucky stars
It isn’t us instead.
God wished this infant to see the world.
Sent to an erroneous stage where life would be a curl
The little one loved her life, but not for too long
In the era of adolescence; Trust started to tear up
Having heartbreak a little yet still she couldn’t bear it.
Intimates around her were not a fit
Imitated and irritated by looks
Depression, Anger, Attitude, and Anxiety grew
Love, Affection, Mercy flew
Dying in search of precious nights without shredding tears and days without breakdown
Friendships were like sinking ships.
People utilize her for their boredom and change-like seasons
Acting in front of society, filled with tension
Sobriquet for the love spilled by her
Remained silent with hurt
Accepted as worthless and useless
Talents were rejected
Misery was injected
By companions, she was cheated
Tired of being poorly treated
Life and love were tight
Had no time to speak rights
New education, new life
Grew different, bosoms kind of impressed
Tired of showing affection…. Ended Lonely
Unresponsive to finding a path to happiness
Bout to give up, but searching for an exit
When she ran into someone
She had faith in what she saw
Just saw a shining and sparkling angel
Miraculously, the happiness kept shooting her hard
Learned that we meet thousands of people, but none of them touch us, but then u meet that one person who from just a look changes your life into heaven
Interested in her chats and treated like her little penguin
They were soul ties from the way of tending to cheating
Protected like a Painite
Those eyes of hers kept me alive
Almighty showed me good times take time greater time takes a little more time.
“Life is like a maze tough, but when you find the exit it's all gloomy again!”
I'll never forget the pain and the grief
I felt at my mom's bedside when she died.
As denial morphed into disbelief,
reality loosed its arrow inside.
An excruciating pain pierced my heart
as Death's hand touched my mom's eternal soul.
And helpless, I watched her life-force depart,
as my splintered self no longer felt whole.
Time, memorializing mom's passing,
paused, as my universe came crashing down.
And all the fears reason was amassing
lead to the edge of a nervous breakdown.
Engraved in my memory forever,
that pain forms a bond that time can't sever.
(Sonnet)
AHA HAIKU 13
Songbird psalm
Balcony duet;
Cheery cold morning
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Squirrel escapades
Up and down and up;
Curious zigzag
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Quick footsteps surge
By parkway bench;
Eyes far away
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Old man sits
Stares at people;
Solitary wonder
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Chocolate ganache cake
Half for my neighbour;
Gratitude smiles
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Silent distress stings
Lift breakdown;
Sultry faces
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Rainy blessing
On my forehead;
Aqueous baptism
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Cigarette ban enforced
Public places gazetted;
Motley odd faces
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Miniature books
Curios I fancy;
Deeply moving
~~~~~~~~~
Curious excursions
Wonder greets sore eyes;
Abrupt delights
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Takeaway meal packs
Simple nourishment;
TV distractions
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Bus stop crowd
Huddle for shelter;
Torrential rain
~~~~~~~~~
Darkness rains swift
Night crickets buzz;
Neat escapades
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Leon Enriquez
05 June 2016
Singapore
We were standing nearby the sea
…Drinking;
It was night.
And I had traveled from my city
To meet my cousin;
It had not been a happy decision,
It was simply an intrusive decision,
Of a devastated psyche,
Caught by a mental breakdown;
But there was this thing with this state
…It would somehow give you those outs,
Cuts!
Changes of routine!
That apart from the painful melody.
…Had the artistic touch,
The dark tunnels,
The unseen objects
…You would have not seen in a normal state;
So feeling very bad,
I had just taken the bus
And to be somewhere else.
…The first thought
Had been my cousin,
That lived nearby the sea;
The thing about the place we were in,
Was that it was made of a high,
Gigantic, metallic construction,
As if a city was being built nearby.
…It went well with the dark sky,
And the dark and harsh sounds of the waves;
There were psychedelic lights all around
And it went well with my state.
…Cosmo-Being caught in a Cosmo-Body,
Bleeding and spinning around;
He would say a couple of things,
And I would answer
…I was small,
Stood just as a dot,
In front of a building
Which was too expansive,
And took too much place and was undoing me;
Tick tock, tick tock
If I don't get help I'm going to drop
Tick tock, tick tock
Sleep deprivation is a ticking clock
Tick tock, tick tock
My body's about to go into shock
Tick tock, tick tock
My mind has hit a massive road block
Tick tock, tick tock
All I hear is knock knock knock
Tick tock, tick tock
All I'm doing is watching the clock
Can't sleep, can't eat
Can't sit still in my moulded seat
Can't concentrate, brain turned off
I hope this breakdown is a one off
Figures moving, I am scared
Can't lift my legs to go down the stairs
Voices talking, their so loud
It's like I'm standing in a crowd
Want to die but want to live
Undecided if I'll survive
Tick tock, tick tock
There it is that damn clock
Turn it off, it needs to end
I take back all iv said
Tick tock, tick tock
All I hear is knock knock knock
Time to end or time to begin
I have to find the strength within
Tick tock, tick tock
It's my mind I need to lock
Tick tock, tick tock
Tick tock, tick tock
Tick tock, tick tock
It's the end, iv smashed the clock
Don’t be reckless, rude or silly,
as a user of the road you have duties,
duties to other road users and vehicles,
you might lose your licence straight away,
sadly others might be maimed or even killed,
on foot of dangerous actions on your behalf,
as others weep, breakdown or mourn,
the loss of loved ones, friends, relations,
special needs buses spring to mind,
they the buses have either stop sign,
or a red-light as alert one should obey,
must I spell this out any further?
the police maybe close at hand,
to capture that telltale car number plate,
and then your shameful day in court,
your sentence, devil driver, life long shame
Vanessa throws the shot put, track,
In the F34 classification, wheelchairs,
And is a wheelchair racing coach,
For English Athletics, also an activist.
Whilst doing the job she received a call,
From Alison O’Riordan a throwing coach,
Just after she’d survived a breakdown,
And having deteriorated considerably.
Vanessa suffers from the condition,
Described as Ehlers Danlos Syndrome,
And also abnormally postured Dystonia,
Such that she’s now in a wheelchair.
But Alison’s text was bold yet friendly,
“When are you coming out to have
a throw Nessa?” because Alison here,
Believed she could teach Vanessa all.
Vanessa had only joined the club,
Of Haringey Wheelers to get fitter,
And also so to improve her health,
But not to land feet down in Rio city!
Born on June 20th in the year 1977,
Vanessa now studies hard at university,
At the University of East London, UEL,
Examining sport and exercise science.
She hopes to follow on with a masters,
Or maybe even a longer PhD, loves talk,
Which she didn’t have the chance to do,
When she was younger, a young adult.