Long Dark life Poems
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Glistening lights in the valley and on yonder hills.
Starry night reflected on the ground but with electric bills!
Still quiet as the motorway’s to and fro moves through the night.
Silent feathers bank over the field below as the barn owl strikes.
Whispered quiet expansive view broken with geese high up flying by.
Different coloured wispy clouds disappear over the blurry uneven horizon line.
Train snakes along the line popping in and out of view.
Life carries on in the dark as life should always do.
The sheer beauty of the night opens my mind through my open light.
People out there of all ages living their lives, now settling down for the night.
The Royal disease
I'm no royalty, but I got the gene
The gene that I'll pass down to a carrier
Who'll be like the crown bearer
A crown of thorns to be cast onto the next
And like a chain it binds the victim
It confines them to a life of precaution
Cause our joints can't take much
From time to time they bleed, it hurts like a thorn
But unlike the hierarchy this is random
The bearer can be anyone
And cause it doesn't follow a pattern
It's hard to monitor and a pain when it attacks
It's carried in the x chromosome
And because we boys question it with our y
It's us who fall victim to it
Having to suffer It's wrath
To ease the swellings we got injections
We call it factor and its a big factor,
To consider self infusion
Cause our life's depend on it
But in place of factor when there's none
We have to take rest after an attack
Ice it down to cool or compress it to cool
Cause if it doesn't we forced to elevate it
The PO£T
Trapped in what I cannot trust,
A vessel flooding with settled assumptions,
Bitter tears, and angry eruption
This body is not mine, but the world,
Trickling in evil trepidation,
Smiles of corruption,
And frowns of devastation
A body that towers over my frame
And begs to be understood
I may at times cool its waters,
And give its restless soul breath to breathe,
But I cannot dream to stop the torrent as it seeps through my everything
Your eyes,
They see so much,
Do your visions not soon settle into other minds far from their own
Or is this body filled in tepid air of destructive ego,
Feeding on my pulsating empathy,
Crashing doubt and worry in me?
Your passions and intelligence surpass my own,
But every tear of inadequacy brings me closer to the truth,
Every striking chord you play upon my heart resounds out of my mind and onto my lips
Your screams and shouts for attention wrench out the core of me
And in you, for you, I give
Not once expecting any token in return
For whom with our own bodies, our own souls, and our own minds
Do we give and give relentlessly?
Who in this wide, wide world has not held the planet in shame,
Pride of our own being, gripping our world in those anxious palms...
I am in you, and before you
This body I am, that I will always hold
I understand now,
Yes,
I understand you...
We have dark secrets.
I have mine too!
I wish I could tell mom,
But it may take so soon.
This might be a regret.
It's my wall of shame.
At least I'm being strong,
To keep the whole thing.
It's hard to keep secrets.
Tired of making excuse.
I just want to build good image,
So people get amused.
These filthy secrets
might destroy my whole rep .
I won't spill a cup of tea
to make myself a news prep .
I got plenty of friends around.
But I only trust six.
Still they don't know anything
Terrified to see flick.
I can smirk my misfortune and
reveal this grim secret.
Wish you would know about it.
But nope, I won't going to tell it.
LeiStrauss2019
She wore the mask for so long,
That she forgot what it was hiding.
At first, it was a shield,
A way to protect herself from the world,
But over time,
The mask became her face.
The smile, the laugh,
The things she used to wear on the outside
Now lived on the inside.
But one day,
she looked in the mirror,
And she didn’t recognize herself.
she couldn’t remember
What her real face looked like,
What she used to sound like,
Before she became someone else’s idea of who she should be.
And she realized,
She'd been hiding for so long,
She forgot what she was hiding from.
The Four Horsemen
War - So much of it that goes on in the world, effecting numerous economies just to gain power and luxury trying to take over other territories even their own colonies.
Death - In the past or present times millions of people continue to die, whether in Foreign or American soil why does so much blood tend to boil, it even occurs amongst each other due to crimes of hate or heated turmoil.
Strife - Angered individuals from adolescent to adult figures trying to make the life of others miserable infecting them with the disease that also makes them bitter, Never had a chance to rise so you want to see others fail and fall even for no reasons all you'll yell out loud kill them all.
Famine - Hundreds to Thousands of people tend to go hungry even in third world countries exist malnourished societies, hundreds of food corporations with many different chains will try to do good deeds but plenty of food still manages to go to waste.
If things continue to go wrong nothing in this planet will last for long, Why not work together to end War Death Strife and Famine before these entities bring upon an apocalypse worst than you could ever imagine. ©
By: Shawn Muñoz
Where do teardrops go, a taxing question,
Suitable for a sturdy champion;
They well in our eyes, a soft salty plea,
Then spill down our cheeks, for the world to see.
Do they fade in air, like morning mist thin,
Or gather aground, where lonely hearts spin?
Do they nourish weary roots, or flowers
Or drip down into the earth like showers?
Do they join rivers, that rush to the sea,
Carting sorrows far, setting spirits free
To turn to rain, that washes over pain,
A cleansing gift, to make us whole again?
Do they soar to the stellar starry sky,
Simmering bright, with memories up high,
Each shining bead, a story left untold,
A tribute to life, as precious as gold?
Do they just fade, unseen, unheard, unknown,
Absorbed by space, on pathways overgrown,
A momentary trace, a fleeting art
That marks the inner depths of every heart?
Do they reside within a hidden well,
A spring of grief, a secret we can tell,
To rise again someday, in laughter true,
Reflecting brighter suns, skies of hope blue?
Do they trace downstream, a path of sour brine,
A silent, soft sorrow, a moan divine,
Damping the ache that settles, down the soul,
Seeking inner peace to make oneself whole?
Do they cling a while, then dry and depart,
Leaving behind space for a shining heart
A gentle grace, a moment of release,
From burdens borne, that steal away our peace?
Where do teardrops go, if not in thin air~
In their silent flight, they lay our face bare,
Teaching us darkness and light, to endure,
Mend our broken parts, carve our futures pure.
my love life is like a plot in a grand novel,
where dawn stands tall,
yet dusk must kneel
and grovel.
each chapter of it dims as twilight nears,
unleashing darkness that feeds on
the carcass of
waning years.
yet expectation remains high...
waiting for another page
to turn and turn
until old age.
meanwhile, the plot keeps thickening...
bringing to life
more of the fears
in a world full of strife.
yet love keeps its shine in the distance,
like a mirage that gleams in space,
offering false satiation,
only to fade into non-existence.
but the story will never end...
until the Author of all things
chooses to write an epilogue
of how much of his love we all depend.
Three sisters used to babysit
Back when my kids were small.
It's years since I have thought of them
But some things I recall.
Josephine, the eldest,
Was both gentle and subdued.
She liked to keep the lamps down low
To keep a peaceful mood.
Lydia, the youngest,
Was an energetic sort.
Each bulb was set to blazing
Like a night-time tennis court.
And Henrietta, in-between,
Was full of smiles and fun.
Some lights were on for brightness,
But not every single one.
My husband is like Josephine,
Preferring rooms near-dark,
While I resemble Lydia,
Her choices on the mark.
When we're both home we compromise
And just so no one's pissed,
We tap our Henrietta;
Light and dark thus coexist.
While trying to live life to the full
Unaware of the dangers attached
Attired in vices to suit self best
Masked in virtues for human respect
Only to know that it stales fast.
As conscience stirs us upside down.
The journey towards the mature world
Enroute path lost so many times
Each day made us crawl,walk and fall.
Yet we fall at every step try upright .
The tentacles of death comes so fast
Binding self in a tight noose of fate
Unable to cry or loosen the knot
The past deeds did the end job.
The birth , the growth, the death-
Thus zigzagg to the abyss of nature
forcing men nestle fast with the dust.
Adieu, to none than our unsung selves.