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I stare at the
chair of memories
where you once sat
and lingered.
I see your sweet
silhouette
as shadows shift
across the ground.
Merry eyes and
rippled laughter
barely contain your
ecstasy.
Joy overflows
at the occasion
of your living
close to me.
And yet...
The threads of time
weave
their tangled patterns
relentlessly.
They scatter pieces
that fray
and slowly lose
their luster.
As the carefree summer
turns imperceptibly
into the autumn night,
so I sense a subtle
change
that I had never
seen before.
Splintered fragments
pierce my heart
and bleed cold and
thick with pain.
The heavy anvil of
rejection
gashes wounds that
will remain.
Now you are gone and
I'm alone
staring once again
at the crumbling
chair of memories
collapsed and broken
ruined end.
Written on 7/30/2007
No torrid steel rod cauterized my wounds
I could not lick the festering gashes clean
Your sharp-bladed tongue bit too deep
fangs plunged with each vile cursed scene
No mere prick or scratch did you inflict
as thorns draw drops from a finger laid bare
You severed our dangling cord with a stare
Without gauntlet thrown before you swayed
I was waylaid in the pitfall of vows betrayed
I sat weeping upon moistened ground
faintly hearing from ears, a snarling sound
a vile bitterness in your laughter as I stirred
If you have a conscience, I shall be its burr
You turned your back and sidled away
basking in glory; your cruelty had been done
but there is no victory for you, nothing won
for a man whose feet were molded of clay
How often you preyed on weakness of others
while you played at being sanctimonious
Liquid courage brings death that smothers
but I escaped the hold you once tightly held
before my life had been snuffed and felled
I still breathe and I've no fear to speak
I've been set free, and I'm no longer weak
My tongue holds daggers of its own
whetted on the grind stone of your deception
I was hungry for strength, parched with thirst
to take vengeance as my anger grew
emotions that were long past due
Felling you would then label me a doer of evil
which is something I would never desire to be
Vengeance will never be mine to take
knowing this is true is what set me free
Years will pass but I shall never forget
that I was true to you, yet I sorely regret
not realizing the kind of person I loved
I've moved on and no longer grieve
while you still swim in the fiery waters
of your besotted world of make believe
I give my tribute to God whenever I can,
For in the end He is my one true friend,
I give thanks to him for all that I get,
For without his redemption I would just be the devils pet,
I no longer have to live in continuous regret,
For my Father in heaven has my future set,
Our time here is short and it really does matter how we live,
So help those whose lives have been shattered to learn how to forgive,
Cherish each flash
For like thunder they crash
Embrace each instant
For our end is not distant
Enjoy the pouring rain
Don’t just constantly complain
Smell a blooming flowers
For they grow during times of showers
Taste the noonday air
And show others that you care
If you live for the moment
It will keep your mind sane
Dance in the snow
Let the flakes dissolve away your pain
Lay under the stars
Instead of embracing old gashes
The past is all over
You have become beauty for ashes
Tell those you love how you feel
Finish what you start and make a tight seal
Love is contagious so always let it show
Sometimes in life we get tainted and never let it go
But when we fall or just get jaded
Remember those scars will soon be faded
Sing from your soul
And let go of control
Then you will see things are simply fine
you’ll age gracefully like luxurious wine.
By: Sabina Nicoe
Written 8/1/11
In your temple, you rewrite me with glass letters, infinitely breaking me,
And I pronounce the mantra of forgiveness, like a saint in the agony of purifying ecstasy.
Her voice vibrated, a flame in the storm, signing with the pain etched on her face,
Her finger trembling toward itself, a lost guide in the labyrinth of withdrawal.
"Why do I return to you, after you've walked me through the hell of suffering?"
There's a psalm in me, echoing, polished by the intangible dream of an answer.
Her words are like gashes in flesh, the sour of indifference cutting deep,
"I'm caught in this turbulent circle, where I can do nothing but welcome you again,
Even with a broken soul, knowing all too well, you will step into the sanctuary once more."
A metempsychosis of longing, in a cage of time, where your shadows heal in their wandering,
I carry my dream towards you, passing through the moon's fleeting multitudes.
With each reliving, a penumbra in the cutting wind, a tale with blackened pages,
Understanding with a tacit gleam, that your gates, even shattered, always wait for me open.
And so, a ballerina in the masquerade of renunciation and rediscovery, I step into the round of forgetting,
My spirit, a tapestry soaked with torment and aspiration, fluttering in the eternal story,
With every redemption of fidelity, the dance grows tighter, pulling me away from silence,
But I refuse to close the gates of the heart's understanding.
In this pantheon of the eternally slumbering, where twilight brings no amnesty,
I trace the sparks from this fateful detail, with a heart like a butterfly on an altar of forgiveness.
Bleed inside of me
Hand me a tourniquet…please
Will it all away…
Fears and woes drown me
How could this be so, honey?
Give in to your pain
You hold up a tainted tourniquet
As I fall on my knees
and pray...pray...
FOR FORGIVENESS of sins
And past guilt and remorse...
piercing me like sharp pins
And things are getting outtah course...
Things are looking worse
My wounds...ooze with blood and it's...
GROSS! O'cowrse!
My anguish...my sores...my gashes...are taking over me...
and I'm throwing tantrums and fits
And I'm screaming...
wailing...
Dreaming...
waiting...
praying for long-term, ravishing relief
To take away my endless, aching grief
Come here please
so all can see
how beautiful, sensual
and irresistible you are to me.
You move very slowly
like a cunning cat,
your fur looks so inviting
but your claws are intact.
Is my chain mail
strong enough to engage,
will I be able to come of age.
We brush by one another,
the scent is hypnotic,
I know now
my armor is just idiotic.
Your claws are erect
they rip through my skin and bones,
I am completely tattered,
battered, and left alone.
I pick myself up
and tend to my wounds,
I was a gallant knight,
but now completely bestrewn.
These gashes I received,
tearing my soul apart,
will never fully heal,
always having a wounded heart.
I will move forward in this state
as most must do,
never fully allowing
one’s passionate dreams
come true.
He walked upon her in the woods
Lying there, with placenta and blood on her skin
He didn't question where she was going
But knew where she had been
~unwanted, unloved, unnoticed~
He cleaned her carefully
Removed the dead weight and stains of sorrow and grief
He dressed her in royal gowns
Daily changing her value and belief
~desired, delightful, distinct~
When she was grown and ready for love
He gave her a precious stones to wear
Her adornment was a testament
To LOVE's extravagant concern and care
~powerful transformation~
She began to walk among the people
Whispered gashes flew through the air
Words tore her garments
And left her naked to the judgmental stares
~unworthy, undeserving, undone~
He watched from His window
And saw HIS LOVE packaged in an unopened box
Sworn off as a harlot with no lineage
They began to pick up rocks
~thrown away, thwarted, taken down....
down, down, to the very ground
she came up from
What can LOVE do now
When siblings break their own
Rejection is endurable
But family fault finding leaves the redeemed, in the silent alone
of the abyss
what courage can bring
LOVE out of this
She walked away, into the great unknown
With the garment of humility around her waist
Her head bowed low, and gait amiss
With all she'd encountered and faced
~with LOVE~
Seasons passed as she drudged through the days
Looking for LOVE to find her again
She had come to the line of despair
And almost gave in to the lies she discovered there
~abandoned, average,aloof~
LOVE showed up and caught her next breath
Giving back what she believed to be gone
He said, "You are the UNOPENED GIFT
My LOVE has chosen to ride upon
~given, golden, glad~
Rejoicing in the moment, HE took her away
To a City made of gold and jewels
A place where difference is accepted
And creativity with LOVE, rules
Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-16-2018
Note: So many gifts Daddy God gives us, that remain unopened, because we fail to value LOVE.
8 months down the drain
Blood congeals then clots but has no time to scar
I bleed myself empty, my vessel full of progress, full of hours and days and weeks and months
lies slashed and broken on the floor, sliced through by my own shaking hand
The fullness that I felt is flushed when I clean up
No one can know.
No one but you.
Doctors swarm around me, needles and gauze, pills and cold water
They poke and prod and promise not to tell
I beg them not to tell
Because no one can know
But I did tell you, faint red finger stains on cracked glass
It hurt more than why I’m here, telling you
Because I could see that hollow, helpless look in your eyes from miles away
8 months down the drain, why bother trying again?
Why bother trying at all?
7 months and 30 days ago I said those words
7 months and 30 days ago I reached into the ugly mess of my stomach, my fingers dripping, and pulled out the words I sent to you
7 months and 30 days ago I saw flesh slide over itself loose from the bonds of bone, saw blood on tile and wood and sheet that would not stop
I called for help, for you, for the world to stop turning and my static brain to rest. It didn’t. I saw blood again.
7 months and 29 days ago I hurt again, I was still bleeding from the day before but new wounds did not open
7 months and 28 days ago still hurt from the day before, I stayed in bed all day but new wounds did not open
27 days ago
26
25
And despite my static brain and turning world, the black hole of my progress from before, new wounds did not open
1 day in the future I will once again hold 8 months
My vessel, scarred from gashes and needles, will be as full as it has ever been
Then one day will pass
Then another
And another
And I will call you again, clean fingers on cracked glass
And no one will know
No one but you
She spends the last night lying all awake....
Staring bleakly in the darkness of the hollow inside..
Trying hard finding an answer for her soul's sake...
But restlessness is what in her mind reside...
Good old times are by far gone..
Oh.. why was she left forlorn?
This is not what she asked from life,
All she wanted was to remain alive...
Thoughts of him surface her mind..
The times in which they were entwined
His love was the only thing she lived for...
And never yearned for a thing more..
But life on her was unfair..
Threw her on shores of despair..
Cried enough and the tears have dried
Her faith in love has been defied....
She has requested for some bandages...
To sew back on the deep gashes...
On her empty soul and bruised heart...
Can anyone save her from falling apart?
In my heart was a searing flame
Leaving me emotionally scarred
And mentally scorched
Every single word fanned the flames
Until fire spewed from my eyes and lips
And I was left in a dehydrated fit
I succumbed to the darkness aplenty
And drove myself deep into the well of despair
Because the more I spoke the less anyone cared
And every line I wrote hid a deeper agony
Though I could never quite articulate it
So I burned in a corner all alone
I devoted verse after verse to this curse
But shunned my feelings to a crucible
Thinking I was ready for the crucifix
Truth is I had enough time to escape the shadows
But my own thoughts led me down the wrong path
And convinced me I was forever trapped
Nobody knows the depths I descended
Until I found the courage to climb out
Covered in gashes and garnished with scars
The wildfire that once raged within me
Was doused by the radiance of the sun
And I slowly but surely suffocated the fire
There was always a way out
And a way to snuff out the flames
I just had to face my demons
I'm no longer ignoring my demons
I'm simply getting them under control
By letting the devil go