Long Escape Poems
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When are you going to fix the garage door?
He had just gotten home from an eight-hour-day.
Was barely in the house when she began harping.
Can I please put on my comfy clothes first? He wondered.
She followed him into the bedroom.
You said you would fix it this week, she said.
He shut his eyes, trying to shut her words out.
She yipped like a dog when she was on a little roll like this.
Can I get a little snack first? He asked.
You are going to sit in that recliner all evening, she accused.
He said “I might,” and sat down with his remote.
Her mouth was yapping like a swim pool filter cover.
She was a professional hound. She could never have silence.
He had no idea of this when he fell in love with her.
Could I have just a bit of silence tonight? He asked her.
They ate their supper, and his eyes began to close.
What about the garage door? She asked him.
I don’t have the right parts, he said. It was a quick lie.
Then what is stopping you from changing the filters in the furnace?
He thought back to their dating days. She was never like this back then.
If she had been, would he have fallen in love? He did not know.
Or you could clean off that work bench of yours, she suggested.
Why did she want him to constantly do something?
He thought of the couch out in his garage, and he made his escape.
Death...Body
The inevitable beast, embodied
Weapon for the evil
terminating missions, end a message
Keep all
Waiting for another messenger
Death... It always leaves a void behind
The means to escape live's torture
For the good
Every lost a vision end, blurred
Revision all
Alteration, new version
Death... The structure
Unaware instructions of isolation
Leaving soberness behind
Heart aches, yelling of pains
Difficulty
Loser's gain, try to heal
Death... Shameless Criminal
Steal your breath
Leaves you breathless
Vulnerable
Deceased love
Roaring torments
Voices and memories
Echos and vivid dreams
Relentlessly
Death... Crip disease
Cripping into the heart
blurred eyes
Dash in the lungs
Ripple breathless
Cripple the bones
Lame you
ripple effect
Crip, clined... Lying
Unconsciously
Unaware
Casket
Death... Forget
Forget by all
Too soon
Gone forever
most say
Some reminisce.
A Distance to Overcome
A time to contemplate repercussions is intense
And for me to start making plausible decisions.
The distance from here to eternity is immense
In derision of my contemptuous revisions.
Is there need for more, or is it disillusionment?
That prevents my escape from this shoreline apathy.
The villagers seem to be content in their placement
Watching the waves breaking like time-piece contingencies.
“Out there!” they point and say when I stare in puzzlement.
“You’ll get there one day, so why be in such a hurry?”
Their cavalier prognosis causes me disturbance
Lest I be held accountable before expiry
By a surprising analysis intervention
That will leave me mired down and desolate, persistent
In stubbornness, overwhelmed by procrastination
Because I was afraid to overcome the distance.
The calendar flies off the wall
Spinning in a flurry of craziness
Agitation brings on palpitations
I’m out of breath and out of time
Going nowhere at the speed of light
Rushing through never slowing down
Days quickly slip away out of sight
Not heeding any of the warning signs
I have little time to nurse the pain
Rushing to put out one fire then another
I have no time to podium a stage
There’s no reward that can sate my hunger
I have no time to shelter from the rain
I belong to the wild and not a cage
It is like I boarded a runaway train
My life is either an escape or a hard chase
My ladder is high with countless rundles
I’m on an endless hunt in the concrete jungle
The city beast is sucking the life right out of me
I need to cut the cord and be set free
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on November 2, 2019 for contest INTRODUCTION BY COLLABORATION sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 1ST
“Chased by the Fire”
the story
bald faced
is in front of us
all around the world, brutal
bridges are being burned
we watch with disbelief,
some of us seem to remember
familiar passages written, though
our experiences are quite unfamiliar
real time we escape
into our fragile dreams,
hallucinating through
perfumed smoke screens
we are comfortably
uncomfortable
ringing the bells
of our own chapters
writing our ethereal
burnt candy interpetations,
while others survive, baptised
in their harsh oceans
treading acrid smoke
across the water
swept away by
terrible rips in time
avoiding fins
heads above
the waterline, deeper
than a tide line
waving not sinking
Lahaina
visciously devoured
by the monster,
totally gone
children
looking for rainbows,
the church on the beach,
lost, looks on
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
“A third of the earth was burned up,
a third of the trees were burned up,
and all the green grass was burned up.”
On the bus I pass by a building
We refer to as the looney bin
I can’t help but be looking
I see patients that aren’t locked in
They hang out catching a ray of sun
While smoking with an air of chagrin
They never look like they’re having fun
I think if I were in the looney ward
I’d want to escape the blah phenomenon
I’d want to pretend I won some big award
For being crazy happy with no reason
And I’d be laughing all day as my reward
They could accuse me of flaming treason
I wouldn’t care I’d be spreading christmas joy
No matter what the time or season
In the looney bin I’d whop it up like a real McCoy
AP: 3rd place 2020
I wander through this land
Of broken promises and dreams
Clouded by the death of you
Wondering what life means
My colourless existence
In a world of black and grey
Reflects the person I’ve become
And who I am today
Without you in my life
I seem to have no life at all
No one here to guide me
Or to catch me when I fall
I almost hear you breathing
I almost feel you near
I almost feel your touch
Sometimes it’s almost like you’re here
This jigsaw puzzle of my life
Has pieces I can't find
For half of me went with you
Leaving half of me behind
I feel so cold and lonely
So battered and so bruised
I feel so insecure right now
Tortured and confused
My life is like an open book
Written but unread
Thoughts I never told you
Words I never said
The voice of hidden truth, I know
Will never now be spoken
Though time may heal my scars
I know my hearts forever broken
Half of my heart is with you now
Somewhere up above
And every road I walk alone
Still leads me back to love
Though time may fade the tears I cry
This love will still be true
For half of me is here on Earth
And half of me's with you
Silently I cry for you
Silently I pray
For silence is the loudest spoken word
I never say
I can’t escape the darkness
I’ve come to know so well
While you are free in heaven
I still reside in hell
And here I will remain
Until the day my life is through
Until the day God takes my hand
And leads me back to you..
By Raina Hutchins
Better not to search too deep in the shadows that envelop us in the quest for another realm,
For the panacea offered by illusions and promises remains just a dream of escape,
Anesthetizing us in forgetfulness or finding ephemeral islands in the arms of deceptive love,
Where promises are chains, and the eyes that gaze upon us hide false truths.
To renounce everything, the brainwashing and illusions that intoxicate us with false hopes,
Is like dancing with oblivion, an end of consciousness, an extinguishing of the inner light,
For without a sense of self and identity, any passage to another realm is meaningless,
Day destroys night, and night divides day, in an eternal cycle of searching.
We chased pleasures and dug treasures in places that seemed to belong to us,
But do we still remember the moments we cried, wishing to move beyond,
To step onto the other shore, seeking meaning in a world that spins us in circles,
Where every hour is a stage, every day a spectacle of lost identities.
I found an island in your arms, a country in your eyes, but the chains were hidden,
And the eyes that gazed were just mirrors reflecting untrue stories,
Trying to break free from this illusion, to move beyond, to another realm,
To rediscover and redefine ourselves beyond the barriers of time and space.
A straight, deep, and wide gate awaits us to move beyond to the truth,
To break the chains and embrace the light, to cross to a new beginning,
A leap towards freedom, to a place where the soul can dance free and endlessly,
In a fragile balance between what we are and what we could become, enlightened.
Tis true, that would-be king imprisons me during daylight,
but with night my precious freedom soars in fantasy flight.
I return to where my treasured childhood still lives.
I caress each image my familiar land readily gives
and tenderly nurture each emotionally sown memory,
embracing the security such reminiscing swells in me.
Thus, in moon ruled night, my fighting resolution sets
and determines I shall escape this cruel nightmare yet.
His bride, his pawn – nay, these I shall never be
for my heart lies with he who dreams with me.
I feel him each night, just as I do my beloved land.
Both raise my ardor to heights supremely grand.
As I wonder the condition of my sweetheart man,
I dream our reunion is secured in tomorrow’s hand.
I feel him hold me, growing luscious thoughts deep,
I delight in his kiss as in bliss, I submit to new sleep.
Revenge is mine
(Inspired by the war in Ukraine)
My homeland is ablaze below
I’m watching from above
Invading wolf packs steal the show
It’s death I’m speaking of
They fill the space in endless stream
No end to foreign horde
One cannot wake from ugly dream
Of blood and gore, oh, Lord
I am a drone, men put me forth
The shield of the oppressed
Avenging sword and ire of God
On never-ending quest
Above the battle is my path
Sad eagle in the cloud
Revenge the blood, unfurling wrath
I hunt invaders’ crowd
I fly elusive and unseen
My only mate is wind
And eyes are casting glance that’s mean
With missiles to be pinned
Revenge that’s personally yours
Alive, but not for long
A lighting strike comes from above
To see the villain gone
They have no time to understand
It’s done with brightest flash
Befalling darkness reach is grand
When anger warps to ash
For crying orphans, homes gone
And land which they have raped
For moms and kids becoming pawn
Who died without escape
Revenge is mine, I spawn demise
As judge and firing squad
If raised the sword, by sword he dies
Azrael’s lighting rod
Above the battle, angel soars
On duty, day and night
Victorious by every score
Leave nothing of foe’s might
They can’t escape the heaven’s wrath
The screens reflect it all
The missile goes the chosen path
Wherever glance may fall
The Book of Life is where I keep
Who lives and who is gone
I only judge the evil creeps
For rest no judgment drawn
The one who’s guiding my right hand
He is no superman
My bro, in our common stand
Divine trigger man
At end of day, he takes me home
To prep for next combat
And when he gets wife on the phone
No war in their chat
April 17, 2022