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As I look beyond the white walls I slowly lower my head. The pain I feel can not be described into a matter of words. The only thing that I can say is that my heart hurts. I am empty inside...I wish to fly away from this hell. The flames get hotter, but I can not tell. What will this world be? Will it be destroyed? I may have lost it all, and yet I stand tall. Have I fallen from reality? Have I lost my sanity? When the door closes there's no turning back. I do not have time to worry how everyone else is...HOW CAN I HELP YOU WHEN I CAN'T EVEN HELP MYSELF?! I hate change, but it is inevitable.
You can never get comfortable in this world...we can get stuck in the past if we do not move forward.
Who am I trying to talk to? I'm having a mental debate on what to do. The voices tell me to unleash the seal and reveal what the world fears to see. They think I can not see the blood on the walls...I know if I let go then what I tried so hard to achieve is thrown into the dumpster. Then why do I listen? All they do is blame me, but they can never break me! I'm the one in the boat rowing down the stream.
You can not affect me in any way. All that I write is just rambling...what am I even rambling about? I can't even understand myself, but yet I pretend I do. My eyes are filled with hatred, but my heart is filled with love. What will happen when I die? What will happen when I am alive?
Save me from this nightmare. Save me from this terror. How come I write something good, but then it goes extremely dark? Am I writing against myself? No ordinary human can understand this? Oh I get it now..you must be my other side...the one that I try to hide. How did you get control? I did not let you go?
Yes I am you...and you are me. I am the one you fear when you are sleeping. You delay what can not be avoided. I am the voice in your head. There is no more distortion. Stop playing the fool you are not srupid. I am the one who will bring the chaos to an end. You can not escape, but you will love on. For I am your conscious and you have lost.
You think that you can control me? I am the soul I know the path that I choose. I will walk alone and you will not affect me. I will not lose this...I can't lose this..I can n-
Remember what you said....change is inevitable.
We all went down to the beach today; it was hot as hot can be.
The carpark was full, Dad got cross and my sister wanted a wee.
The picnic basket handles broke, our food tossed in the sand.
Then crunchy rolls, warm drinks and mush was all we had….and sand.
Our sun umbrella had a hole, our beachball was quite flat.
It’s just as well we had 15+ and Mum remembered hats.
So, we got settled on our towels, Dad blew our floaties up.
It’s great how blue his face can go, who cares? Surfs up!
The water was cold, still in we went, through seaweed long and gooey.
Until I screamed and threw a fit, I’d wrestled with a bluey!
Now Mum came running at a sprint, her fat bobbed up and down.
With all the beach bods looking up and Dad just looking down.
She dodged the eskies and the towels, weaving here and there.
But kids, dogs, buckets and spades, just didn’t have a prayer!
Well, little me was taking water when Mum and Dad arrived.
I’d fallen flat upon my back, I gulped to stay alive!
They got me out and brought me to, I’d passed out in a haze.
As they watched the lifeguard pick me up, yup one of my bad days.
The crowd it scattered and we saw a really yummy sight.
Mr Whippy had arrived, it filled us with delight.
The sand was hot, we did a dance to get the ice-creams back.
We just sat down to get stuck in and I wore mine in my lap!
When we were calm and all was well, we went off for a walk.
Along the beach and through the dunes but all they did was gawk!
My head was screaming from the aches, my feet all cut by shells,
Dad decided to catch a fish and YUK it really smells!
My sis’ and I began to build big castles in the sand.
I only wished she’d lighten up and quit stomping on my hand!
The sun was getting low and so we thought we’d call it quits.
‘Cause if we weren’t at home real soon, I’d rip my sis’ to bits!
The car was packed, we’re all ticked off, the traffic moved so slow.
The weather hot, the fan it broke, we had so far to go.
Now sis’ and I had had enough, she’d wet her pants again.
I couldn’t wait for this day to end so I could feel sane.
I’m thankfully in bed at last, I’m dying just to snooze.
I’m bruised, cut, sunburnt a lot from my Big Beach Day Blues
‘Twas the night before Christmas
As I was getting ready for my hot date
Putting on sexy lace, hoping he’s not late
Hanging mistletoe and smiling as I wait
I hear his car pull in, he’s now at my door
I hope it’s a fun night, not sure what’s in store
I open the door, as I say, it’s been awhile
He’s dressed like an elf, with a killer smile
I make a joke of his cute elf suit and shoes
He tells me he’s working, not too amused
He’s gives me a snow globe of the North Pole
And says it's a magical place, touches his soul
We move to the couch, enjoying appetizers and wine
But keeps looking at his watch, keeping track of the time
I ask if he needs to leave early, hoping he can stay the night
He says he’s having a great time but must watch for his flight
We walk to the kitchen and stand under the mistletoe
I point up at it expecting a kiss, but instead a loud NO!
His face suddenly beet red as his eyes swell up too
Mistletoe, he is severely allergic to, I had not a clue
He says he will not be able to work with Uncle St. Nick
As he hands me his EpiPen, I give him the shot quick
We suddenly hear a loud bang and crash on my roof
As a man in a red comes down my chimney in a poof
He yells up the chimney to Liza, Fred and Harriet too
He says his reindeer don’t need to get stuck in the flue
I ask about Comet, Prancer and Vixen, to name a few
He says they retired decades ago, his reindeer are new
He sees his nephew, passed out, beet red on my floor
And tells me he needs my help as we head out the door
I stumble as I get into his flashing Christmas sleigh
As his new reindeer all line up ready to lead the way
We are out all night delivering Christmas gifts
Making sure we didn’t miss any on the list
We head back to my home on Christmas day
Where my date has been sleeping the night away
He opens the door, and gives me a huge warm embrace
As he thanks me for saving Christmas with a smile on his face
He tells his Uncle he is planning to stay here another night
And we’ll have our hot date as he winks and hugs me tight
11/23/19
Contest: The Night Before 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
Pass a million cars on my way
Back to the small room that I called my home
Getting stuck in traffic physically and mentally
So fast and alone
Little dusky dewdrops cascading upon all my memories
Of that year
Back when I'd get stuck in traffic
Just to help you relieve of all your fears
Hey, you're fine
Come sit along with me in my room
Crank your 3DS speakers
Our hunt began
You'd hold me close and we'd melt down to
Our tender bases then
Brightly shining summer sun illuminating pages
That were so rare
Recommend me favorite teas and offer me some prime loose leaf
To warm our air
Weighed down by my laptop bag for some useless class
I'd drop anyway
Hear the legends singing things I still haven't forgotten
Unto this day
Hey, I'm fine
My room's been empty ever since then
Except for your memory
I relived
Every time I'd need some fuel
To help me make it through the cold nights
Slaying chaos druids on my seventh cup of coffee
Outside, there's snow
Cold December raindrops clinging to my windowsill
That we used to know
I remember the frosty zephyrs and how we'd crack it open
To breathe deeply
Smell the frost of Winter, cooling skin and warming hearts
As you'd cling to me
It was never fine
You know it died when we first gave up
Buried in a cemetery
Built for pets
You came to tear out my Achilles
And you knew that I would let you then
Here alone in my room nearly one thousand days later
And still thinking
Not about returning but just joy I felt back then
Dangled from a string
We're both living our best lives and cursing each other
Unto this day
I know that I once loved you but it's not the case anymore
I can safely say
Hey, I'm fine
Drinking fresh September dewdrops
Getting drunk on nostalgia
I don't mind
The memory of you and me
Doesn't burn anyway anymore
So, it's fine
A thousand days have passed and I'm alive
Drunk but feeling sober
I'm alright
More dusky drive than winter traffic
I've already rolled back home now.
Again and again. I struggle with my heart, as I feel the pain in the letters of your name being
said, but still I live on with the shattered memories of union we had. A love we once shared
that no longer exist. A love which is now dead. I hear the sound of your car coming down the
street I run to the window only to see you drive by my house as if you didn't know me or,
anyone who lived here. The engine in your car it hums a sad song as I watch your tail lights
start to fade and your car drive away it breaks my fragile, spotted heart as the sound blows
past my ears and settles into my head.
I've died daily again to a curse that still lives as a disease inside me. I cannot forget you or
the times that we had or the promises that we made, how we shared dreams. Just the thought
of you makes me cringe as goose pimples begin to erode from my skin. I rub my arms to
make them go away but, I get stuck in a flash of your cold pale face then I'm then lost to this
horrible game being played and the state of mind, I was left in. The Shattered memories of a
love lived, I regret. These memories are stocked on the shelves in my head, from your face
to the clothes you wore, and every thing you ever said. I'm left with my soul shattered and
in shock. I blink my eye's feverishly to clear my mind then I pause for a moment as the
picture comes in. Then your face flashes at the end of, the park bench. A veil
numbness draws forth, a moment of silence as nothing is said, I drift into the vein corridors
of, my brain. Recalling, a time when I, was nearly driven to the edge of insane. The
memories of our existance together are kept locked away, buried in a graveyard of window
displays. A Place where one might see them and then would say, These shattered memories
like windows of regret are a love I once had but now I regret. With every good memory I
have of our life spent, I have a thousand bad memories left to put to death.
don't grab the steering wheel while God is driving the car
just put your trust in Him that you will travel very far
we have a tendency to pray on things but of them we won't let go
we keep worrying about the problems and won't let God run the show
instead of looking at the Lord we keep looking at the load
we need to keep our eyes on God and not on the road
so don't grab the steering wheel while God is in the driver's seat
just be prepared to remain a passenger until the journey is complete
there's no person too insignificant and there's no problem that's too great
God's always on time, He's seldom early but He never arrives late
so just sit back and enjoy the road trip that is your life
and place all in the hands of your mechanic Jesus the Christ
don't worry if you get a flat Father God has a spare in the back
and don't worry if you run out of gas the Holy Ghost has a full spiritual flask
and don't fret if you happen to a make a wrong turn
just consider it a lesson in life that you've learned
don't grab the steering wheel while God is driving the SUV
just make sure you have on your seat belt for the road of life tends to be bumpy
you won't need a navigational system nor a GPS
just trust in God to steer you safely through all of your mess
don't worry about the insurance and you've already passed inspection
just don't try to be a back seat driver and give God any directions
the road of life may twist and turn down some valleys and over some dales
but as long as you stay prayerful you might miss that exit going to hell
and if you get stuck in traffic there's no need to feel overwhelmed
be anxious over nothing remember God is at the helm
so hand over the keys to your life and let God take the wheel
and believe He will guide you towards those eternal Elysian Fields
so don't grab the steering wheel while Father God is driving the van
He'll get you to your final destination according to His master plans
I got the arrow pointing at you
Yeah, you stupid
So everyone around will know
about the next dumb thing you do
You don't go sit on a mall bench, next to little old ladies,
then take off your shoe
That's just plain stupid, even for you
At least you kept your sock on
before you took a chew
You make me want to scream, pull out my hair,
every time you stink up the store,
making everyone flatulently aware
That is so stupid
Go to the bathroom or outside somewhere
and foul up the air
Going shopping with stupid,
they oughta give me some kind of award
For always heading off the next disaster,
whenever he gets distracted or bored
Sifting through the garbage
for that half-eaten tasty treat
Howling with the cartoon videos ...
Wil E. Coyote here, makes me wanna go beep beep,
and run him off the road, put the manbaby to sleep
Stupid is, as stupid does,
that's the saying I suppose
But, man ... why do you have to go walking 'round
with those straws sticking out of your nose
If I'm with Mr. Moron, what does that say about me?
it's stupid of you to even ask --- I'm his zookeeper,
so children, please don't feed the talking monkey
Oh boy, I didn't mean to insult all you monkeys out there,
I know you all are smarter than my man
But if you go shopping with stupid often enough,
you're bound to get stuck in stupid quicksand
I need some help over here,
stupid just knocked over all those cans,
I need some help over here,
stupid just turned on all of those fans
With those fans blowing ...
Cash come raining down like green confetti
during shift transfer
Guess their happy meal was stupid spaghetti
Shopping with stupid has changed everyone's holiday plans
Now everybody loves Mr. Stupid,
for putting all that free money in their hands
Broken,
make piece with your pieces
and part ways with anything
that threatens your peace.
Leave the negativity and toxicity
laying firm on the ground.
Gravitate towards people
who perpetuate your growth.
Give thanks to anyone
who has been enough of a saint
to pick up your slack.
Be grateful,
don't take the air you breathe for granted.
Hustle when you have to,
stay humble
and remember to rest.
Visit home often,
offer help to others in need,
nothing is something big to someone.
Cout your blessings,
one by one,
the good outweighs the bad,
a million to one.
For better or worse,
have your own back.
Don't indulge in self hatred,
self doubt,
or get stuck in the guilt.
Get over yourself,
gracefully.
Let go of the binds that
tie you down to solid ground.
A heavy heart will only weigh you down.
Be wrong once in a while,
it won't kill you.
Be kind, always
and kill of counterproductive thoughts in your mind.
Master the art of failure,
harness a sense of humor,
experience hunger,
the desire for more of everything.
Be mindful,
meticulous
ad have mercy.
Trust your instincts,
relax and unwind,
get lost in the sound
of your favorite song.
Learn how to manage time,
accomplish your goals,
one task
one day at a time.
Remember to give yourself
room to breathe.
Slow down,
immerse yourself, fully,
every second counts.
Live in the present,
pray often.
Learn to sit in the silence,
appreciate the quiet
and quit hindering yourself.
Keep your head held high,
trade your fear for faith
in hopes of finding yourself.
Always follow good advice,
know when enough is enough
and always defend your beliefs and values.
Most of all,
get busy living life,
because life is short
and there isn't a moment to lose.
Problems many of which are not getting solved
not because I'm not resolved but because I delay
to savor the day, the moon and the season
which is why I'm a non-person under the eye of eternity.
Except for my unpaid bills. And iambic pentameter.
Aaron fails English. Is there summer school?
What an *******! I want to slug him, but also
his teacher, Mr. Fisher, who's probably
a nice guy, just doing his job and raising a family.
Then there's the catheter from my last surgery
I was so sick I thought I was dying. The out of network
pathologist and radiologist have declined my insurance
and charged me to the hilt. Like I had a choice
face up in the emergency room. Facing doom, you don't ask questions.
Now that I've rejoined the living I've got to raise a million bucks
to save organic farms and endangered species I'll never see.
Perhaps none of this matters and chanting's the answer, Buddhist
precepts,
or as Dad would say This too shall pass.
Life is a back and forth game but baseball is zen meditation,
you're in right field, nothing's happening, nothing's gonna happen,
but you can't let your attention wander for one second.
I should clean and oil my trumpet for Saturday's gig
or the valves will stick. And leave early enough
not to get stuck in traffic. Other lives, other quilts.
A guy who takes the subway to a dead metal desk
and the boss who fires him with the cold hard eyes
of one who accepts the rules entirely. Actually
we're fortunate to have rules because otherwise
child soldiers armed with AK-47s would be shooting up
the village and setting fire to our thatched roofs.
Instead, under the rule of law, when snow falls
even old roofs look like problems with proofs.
Spinner
Spinner, Spinner, What’s
for dinner ?! The big picture, seems
now richer. Famine to feast, from more than you need to the least. Life gives you twists and turns,
in everything we must learn. Day or night, time is not
always right. Bring always your best, for we will be put
to the test. Blanket of the dark, brought with all its quarks.
During this dear life, we must deal with the strife. Like a
drum they so dance, all the fellers do prance. Sometimes
we get stuck in situations, but we are not quite done.Life
does not always go our way, but release sees us
this day. The butterfly carefully does
rattle, fighting to get out of this . . .
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