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The old house was left
a wordless descendant
Ravines of cold air slide in through the cracks
Deadbolts are latched and keys have been hidden
Years of desertion have swallowed the years
Cupboards are bare, and the hinges are bent,
Doors are askew with a vague musty scent
Laughter was swept with the dust of neglect
Summers and winters have long been forgotten
Windows watched seasons gobble the stars
A derelict house that no one would claim
A house shuttered tight, where no one remains
No one has bothered to take just a look
No one is writing a page from this book
No one is left to tell of the story
No one is left to walk down the stairs
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She is wearing a smile on her sexy lingerie,
Shining like a stars as she step down the stairs.
Humming a soft tone of a lyrics she made.
And thunder came in and break the silence.
She starts chillin' and turn a place to hide in.
But her catastrophe seems like no ending.
The edge of his sword penetrates on her flesh.
She is wounded, blood scatters on the wall.
No one can save her dying soul..---
She screams...aloud but no one could hear.
The trembling voice buried her to dungeon.
Who can take her away from hell..--
Who can annihilate the sword of a beast.
No one..until she rise up and break his neck!
** 6th Place Winner in Dr. Ram Mehta's Contest: A Missed Poem**
Madison belonged to my grandfather
a decaying house a legacy left by him to me.
As I approached her I could see a part of the roof
was dangling on one side
like a lopsided grin she greeted me.
Her body looked poisoned
with green moss growing all over
The bloodless creepers like veins clung
as if it were choking the very life out of her.
She looked lifeless and damp like a broken body.
She stood high on a hill she had a full view of the valley.
As I reached her, I could hear her whispers
like silent screams, letting off steam
I stood still seeping in her beauty
which once she used to be,
it was a shame now the frame that greeted me.
The windows looked like small eyes
peeping out of the creepers and staring down at me.
I drove my car into her porch
which was covered in weeds
looking like a hairy chest to me.
I fumbled to unlock the great oak door
which still had a shine
like glossy lips, they were inviting me.
I stepped into the house and saw
my favourite staircase as a child
which I used like a slide, bringing back fond memories.
I slowly limped up the creaky stairs
the dust was thick and made me feel quite sick.
I turned to my right and entered
a bedroom nice and bright
a rosette mirror that belonged to my grandma
looked back,I looked a sight as she hung prettily,
I left the room and climbed down the stairs gingerly.
I exited from the back door into the garden
whose grass had grown like a little boy
to a grown man like me.
There were ferns on each side
which looked like hedges
I turned the corner as she stood now quietly
looking at her new owner,
to bring her back to her former glory.
19.07.2020
Decaying House.
I tried to be good in life.
I was honest, worked hard, and was kind,
But all I faced was strife
Bad thoughts permeated my mind.
I became angry.
I was sad,
Downright outrageously mad.
Enough of it I’d had.
I put on my camouflage,
And climbed to the top of a shady knoll.
I waited in quiet.
Hoping to catch Karma out on a stroll.
I waited for days, for months, for years.
Finally, I spotted Karma on the trail.
When she approached, I jumped out
And began to wail,
How, Karma, could you possibly fail?
No one has paid!
No vengeance has been served,
And here I am withered and unnerved.
Karma whispered
Those people for which you have spite
On their door I could arrive, in fact, I just might.
They may fall down the stairs or lose their sight
They may end up alone, or confused, or scared,
I am Karma and I will not tell who I’ve spared.
You’ll never know what I do.
None of what happens is up to you.
Best let go of your hate,
or I, Karma, may follow you back to your gate.
I have roles in from the depths of pain;
Relive my life knife games;
Random promises of broken flames;
I was bitter and embarrassed:
I should have prayed;
Mother was in pain one Saturday afternoon;
So prideful filled with hurt and void;
I chose to relief and relish in my pain;
Mad at God because He took later that night;
Deep deep in my heart;
I hurt what to believe in why, how I thought to myself;
I should have prayed
The sacrifices of this polluted world;
Spiraling down to be unfurled, frolicking, prolifically, wondering coasting down the stairs ;
Whom am i to fear;
Step by step magically disappears;
When all the heathens gather together and all the saints;
All the passion all the pains seldom Glitters Humanities in pain Humanities in pain and I wish;
That I could have changed all those sins;
I committed so humanistic footloose let loose and cursed;
I went right instead of left, left in reverse;
It didn't hurt;
Because I've learn to put Jesus first;
I should have prayed;
Sin nature full of fun;
Later pending on your outlook on life or death;
The wars here but endangered species only ones left;
The poor riots dying innocence;
Shootings, robberies, murders this is;
And the say, what should I do what can I do..
Well
Guess we should have prayed
After thirty-three years of unexplained happenings in her house Gina was standing at her window in her flat. She saw a byzantine soldier run from her house. She was startled, he was running from her door, down the stairs and down into the street. She was confused. She could hear him “it’s done, its over” what did he mean by that. Confused she sat down and could see the hex print vanish from her hand and knew was it him that was marauding her all these years. But... it’s over now, he left or was it the beginning. She could hear see a shadow and voices all those years blaming her for petty things she had done as a child. She couldn’t explain, someone close had paid him in the dark to cause distress in her life for all these years. "Who could it be… he always said it was my sister, mom and dad", all three of them, some sort of revenge as they already were in the dark and had to pay rent to get out, but infighting started and there was no control over them. “It’s time to pay he always said…
I close my eyes for one second and suddenly
I'm home again, next to you and dad
You were born on Christmas Eve, just like the babe
of Bethlehem ...
Laughter peels the faded kitchen paper
as you pull out a tin pan full of hot steaming lasagna
"Get the birthday cake from the garage, Vienna"
is what you said to me, it came as no surprise,
you knew all the hiding places of our home and hearts.
Happy Birthday dear mother. I miss you more than,
the sun, moon, and stars *
Today when I see what Christmas has become,
I know the only way to recall it properly, is through your eyes.
Little legs running down the stairs, dampness of cold brick,
taste of fermented wine, feel of a silky cake box holding a dream,
this is what I recall, this liquid memory is tighter than Fort Knox.
Gaining muscle
Restraining lies,
It was time for a new beginning.
And though it pierced unmercifully,
the dagger still won this round.
Fresh blood eliminates the guilt and the forgiveness plunges into the ground
an eery waltz is the only sound-
remembered from the memory,
where good met a horror story
and like a one hit wonder
forgotten.
Like the sound of your transparent voice,
the scold of surroundings
and the walls' whispers-
belting out the truth
But they don't matter anymore
The microphone shattered and your hearts beating 3 times as fast
you don't seem to remember-
A comatose dream-
inexplicable.
The regrets of the other half,
reversing into the cursed walls-
Are endless,
pointless.
Sympathy wasn't ever an option-
and with an easy way out-
Blame.
Guilt becomes all else
And while your hand points out,
three fingers point right back.
When all is gone,
It's done
The end of the storm has lightened
And now the sun lies-
high in the sky-
seeing all truth
but you still sit there, smiling-
forgetting,
one by one
they
fall,
drop
down the stairs,
no railing.
And trying to pick it all back up,
you kick my back.
Losing balance seeing those eyes for the finale
And I drop it all,
hit the ground
And it took that fall
To realize at all
That Ive given up
And there's more to come.
Please look away.
Don't stare down the demons behind my eyes.
Please don't look at me.
Please don't see me.
I can't imagine what would happen if we understood.
If we looked behind the mask and saw all the pain we've caused;
What we did to eachother.
Every time you hit me it wasn't the bruises that were the problem.
They healed.
I didn't though.
We didn't.
You left scars on our love,
And I called you a monster.
You shouldn't have done what you did,
But I shouldn't have wanted to hurt you with my words.
I feel awful.
For calling you a monster four years ago.
But I don't know if you feel awful too.
I remember all the things you've said;
You said you couldn't wait to leave me.
You don't know if you can love me.
I'm going nowhere and I should have given you kids and a life by now.
You say I'm stupid. I "never think". I "can't make decisions", or I "don't use my head".
I looked away.
I didn't want to see how that hurt you,
And I really didn't want to see if it didn't.
If I'd said those things I would recoil in horror -
I would look at what I've said to someone who I told "I love you" to,
And I would be ashamed.
I would hurt for the hurt I had caused.
Yet he brought me to tears.
He broke my heart when he said those things.
I have cried rivers for him,
While he punched holes through the ceiling and he said I am nothing to him.
When he told me to come to the bedroom only to push me down the stairs.
I don't want to look at this hurt.
But I don't think I can keep looking away.
I cannot avert my eyes when the memories now ring in my head,
I cannot find peace like this.
I cannot keep hurting.
I need to feel loved.
I want to hear someone say my name and not feel afraid,
I want to be with someone who wants me to feel safe.
Not someone who wants me to fear them.
So look away.
Look away from this life.
Look into the future,
And take the leap.
I will cry the tears and feel the pain,
Because I didn't deserve this.
I was kind.
I was loyal.
I was 101% behind you,
And you broke me down.
You hit me and berated me.
You isolated me.
I need to look away.
Look away from loving you,
And look towards something new.
Something that doesn't hurt anymore,
I need to look away from you.
A group of youngsters
plays baseball in the sunny field,
while a lonely kid watches
the game and he would love to join them,
but he can't run: his feet are crippled
and screaming from the wheelchair,
he breaks the dinginess of the air;
he clamors for them and feels proud
of his buddies fighting for their team,
which won them many trophies!
Does God see his misery?
He surely does and looks after him
more than anyone who loves him;
Jack, would love to stand up and play!
Five years have been long to bear,
walking on crutches and being afraid
to fall; if he made a mishap,
he could easily break a hip!
Jack fell down the stairs and damaged his kneecaps,
he was lucky enough not to break his spine;
physically is handicapped, but mentally he's fine,
unfortunately, he's no way near a cure the doctor said
yesterday, " You must wear knee braces
and try not to trip on anything and fall, it'll make
your condition much worse; some boys
have never walked again. " Jack gives him a dubious look
and courageously says, " I must believe, I can walk again
and play baseball with my classmates and make them win!"