Long Crumple Poems
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Abandoning yesterday,
time morphs into tomorrow.
And steps over dying dreams,
drowning in tears of sorrow.
When love abandons the scene,
fantasies morph into lust.
For untethered from my heart,
trust; has eroded to rust.
Paradise turns to desert
when the wind whispers your name.
For I'm reminded you left,
and now, nothing is the same.
Tattered, dried-out memories
tend to crumple at my touch.
And blow away with the wind,
not counting for very much.
The sun continues to shine,
and the sky's still just as blue.
But my reason for living
disappeared when I lost you.
In life,
Sometimes
the fire rages
and is so intense
we are certain
that we will be left charred
like seared blackened wood
unable to ever lift our heads again
or ever recover
In the midst of that
fierce emotional blaze
The pain grips us like a vice
refusing to relent
twisting inside of us
as if it too
wants to break free
we clutch our bodies tightly
and rock and sway
in a motion to self soothe
some remembrance
of the comfort found
within our mothers' womb
our bodies crumple
under the enormity of weight
and mental ache
we weep
hot acid rain
that scorch our cheeks
and flow
from only
the most
guarded parts
within us
our heads
droop into our chests
and our bodies fold inwards
convulsing with
uncontrollable heaving
we gasp
to catch our breath
our lungs expand and contract
like a bloated accordion
we can only hope
that our minds
collapse
under the enormous strain
of that which engulfs us
It is the darkest
reckoning
of human anguish
that one
can feel,
in life
You are at my tail again,
Ready to tug violently the moment I stumble
Ready to commemorate the day when I fall before you as second best
Take the throne,
Let me lie still away from your flames,
Torment me no longer in your bittersweet smiles,
Your hollow praise, and angered brow, giving sincerity away…
Be my superior—yes, I back down…
To the embracing ground, I frown,
For never, ever was I higher than you,
And never did I wish to be
Level is where I can see the love sustain us
Though reality is, I must crumple for you to rise
I realize this, heartbroken,
That our relationship is based off this competitive trance,
Where my little success wars into your bitter self-loathing
As I hear your burning thoughts against me boiling
Comparing all of me to your worth and being,
Never appreciating that we stand with parallel purpose
Never believing me when I say…
That I love you, for you
And not as the beast I bring out of you…
I Planned of
throwing away
the eld
machine
of writing,
crumple
the papers
accomplices
of mine
fetish...
until stop
writing...!
but how :?
the words
pass by
my head
as models
on the catwalks...
demanding attention!
I had conceived over blinding myself
completely...
(I sight poorly!),
not to sight anymore
colors, paintings...!
but my mind
have files
secrets with
all beauties
of the world !
I stopped eating,
never
I was hungry...
I stopped drinking,
I found myself free
from headquarters...
I am further health than
before...
my hunger
literary has increased...!
not further devouring
mountain ranges of ideas
pass my hunger
of verses...
thus drinking
an Amazon
of words,
I never killed my
thirst for poetry...!
Step one
Smile like stitches not for joy
Just tight enough to hold you in
The kind of smile that never aches
But keeps your mouth from spilling
Step two
Speak after everyone has left
Let words fall where no one looks
Your voice belongs to empty rooms
Where no one asks or stays too long
Step three
Move quiet through morning fog
Become the blur behind the glass
The kind of shape no one recalls
But swears they almost noticed
Step four
Fold your hopes into small things
Crumple them like worn receipts
Hide them inside library books
Where no one cares to turn the page
Step five
When no one says your name aloud
Don’t correct or say it again
Let silence swallow the letters
Like they were never yours
Step six
Forget the weight of your footsteps
The way your shadow used to fall
Not vanished, just uncarried
Like dust that left the frame
Step seven
Smile until your jaw remembers
Not joy, just something practiced
It’s not about being okay
Only about being seen
Step eight
Start leaving before you’re missed
Let time erase you in pieces
Not vanished, just rewritten
Like a sentence no one finished
Step nine
Forget the sound of your voice
Let it blur behind the glass
Not erased but left behind
Like fog that doesn’t return
Step ten
Smile again,
Not because you’re okay
But because the mask
Fits better than your face.
Cramped steps acquaint heavy hatch reluctant
Cushion hush cellar isolate, harsh sun migraines
Catapulted myopic into apocalyptic destruction
Crumple of coastal community permits my gains
Grim resilient, plotted alone, abided by rations
Tidal wave treachery turned streets to swamps
Flotsam tops remnants sea's fury didn't flatten
Successors gorge on corpses misfortunes crop
Erased ocean era, crook posts pitifully campaign
Brashly I churn bathtubs of backstroked arachnids
Inhabit rainforest ripple stream, source I can claim
Traverse canopy like trampoline, scout eyes active
8th March
Out of Mangrove
“Let the last rays of the setting sun shine serenity
on the last mile we traverse” – Quote by Poet
The emerald forest mesmerizingly so mystique,
spreads the shroud of surreal stillness unique.
The scented rippling breeze I embrace floating,
as it enthralls me with its cadence charming.
With the servile sense of absolute surrender,
through the serenading solitude I wander,
decipher the depth of the dense tranquility,
compose for the soul the music tuned to serenity.
The rays of the setting sun flush the calm canopy,
as I walk on the forest path meandering merrily
around the tilted roots of the twisted ancient trees,
the clumps of amber leaves rustle in the breeze.
My feet crumple them, make the departing melody,
as I saunter enchanted on my unfinished journey
to the hued horizon from the fascinating forest,
and find the abode of peace for the final rest.
A lonely traveler free from the attachment recess,
I am in search of the sanctum of sublime calmness.
Within the drizzling twilight colors I immerse awhile,
as on the time-track of life I traverse the last mile.
From the house of the dead comes a quiet whisper
it’s eerie but there’s more here, I need there to be more …
while undeniably, the hairs raised on the back of my neck send chills tumbling down my spine,
the tremble under my skin shoots sparks of excitement
I feel electric
so alive here in this house of death
drop by drop, a cold sweat emanates on my skin;
the physical effect of the chaos of clashing emotions colliding
intensity building as I take another step into the darkness
my heart warring my mind, my soul, my legs, and still I move on
the call, so soft, barely a breath is a siren call into madness
there in the blackest abyss, a twinkling star
It glows brighter and brighter as I near the source, I close my eyes to the glare
my legs falter and I crumple to the floor in despairing dismay
a gentle touch on my shoulder comforts me
a radiant caress of love coats me in luminosity
I stare into translucent kind eyes so known to me
‘You are never alone, even in the darkest of times
I will be with you always
And when your time comes I will carry you home …’
26.02.2021 - ghost poetry contest
"The beauty you see in me
--is a reflection of you" :-)
I want you to cut out
a paper heart, of any hue
Doesn't matter if you're a kid,
or went to NYU
This experiment doesn't use
markers, glitter, nor glue
Doesn't need perfect proportions
-- it's fine if it's askew
Now, go ahead and crumple it
into a ball (just do!)
Next, please open up and smooth out
the paper, through and through
Iron it, flatten in a book --
but whatever you do
There will be many remaining
creases within your view
These symbolize harmful words'
memories -- even if true
All the mean, blunt, biting thoughts
folks wish someone else knew
Our rash impulse to hurt peoples' feelings
-- we should subdue
The philosophy "hello human kindness!"
-- let's renew
Our own hearts are like a mirror
showing how others feel, too
[Sunday, April 28, 2024. Inspired by reading "Paper Heart" by Cat Patrick;
adapted to fit the "Mirror Poetry Contest" by Sara Kendrick; deadline 6/8/24]
The verdant forest uniquely so mystique
spreads the shroud of surreal stillness.
When you enter floating on rippling breeze,
its essence enthralls your suffused soul
with the sense of surrender absolute
to the crafty creator of serenading solitude
who builds in you an esoteric acumen
to gauge the depth of the dense solitude,
to compose music with the sound of silence,
who gives you the magical power inherent
to instill in mind the motif of light and shadow,
the flushing foliage creates on the canopy
with the rhythmic rays of the morning sun
for you to weave the spectral tapestry of bliss.
As you walk on the forest path meandering
around the tilted roots of the ancient trees,
the clumps of amber leaves that fell desiccated
from the stem at the end of the destined time,
your footsteps crumple to make the melody
for your enchanted journey unfinished within.
From the forest you walk on the emerald meadow,
rolling on the jade waves to the hued horizon.
Soaking the drizzling colors of the setting sun,
you traverse the remaining mile on time-track of life
as a lonesome traveler to the sanctum of serenity.
Written : January 11, 2019
Contest : Completely Your Choice (13)
Sponsor : Brian Strand