Long Halfhearted Poems
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Eerie parlor music squeaks out over the musty floral rug
No human people have been in here for a long time
The organ has lost some keys; which gives a weird sound
The ghosts in the attic cringe, remembering better days.
Once a showplace, the house is overrun by vermin now.
Skittering and scampering across the floor is commonplace.
Mice have nests in the rug, and in the long-forgotten divan.
Tiny streams of light come through the holes in the paper blinds.
Owners of this house have allowed it to die an unnatural death.
Urine smells keep the riffraff out; including a mother opossum.
It is the place where halfhearted spiders go to die.
Not haunted, yet, full of unhappy memories.
Why the organ plays herself, none of us know.
We wait in the shadows, willing a human to come forth.
Hoping they will somehow fix her up, making her fresh and new.
A man attempts to peek into the windows.
The organ ceases its dirge-like play.
We animals skitter into the darkest shadows.
A surprise for a realtor on this holiest of days.
Halloween, a day for crazed visitors.
Seems appropriate that he wears a mask.
The sky drips fluorescent pink
as i cry from the lack of oxygen
My tears trickle down my cheek.
for no reason yet again
My pain is oozing from my mouth though my lips are tightly shut.
For I have built a world inside my mind and now i am stuck
I cannot calculate the peace I feel I'm owed. I can only hope that it comes to me.
I've worked so hard and lost so much,
though I've only happened to gain a halfhearted peace.
No full love, no real desire, never real free
Had I not cried and screamed.
Had I listened to myself.
had I acknowledged the indifference.
had I pleaded for help.
Though I didn't plead because I knew no one could help.
I knew no one Would release me from this hell.
So, I found it.
I found an escape.
I found a way to become one with myself.
I’ve built a world within my mind for no one but me.
I’ve tore away from my predetermined plight.
I’ve allowed myself to be free.
From my life and the responsibilities nailed onto me
For i shouldn't have to shoulder yesterday's stress
I shall never hope for tomorrow's peace, for I will use tomorrow to rest.
To rest MY mind MY hearts and MY eyes
I built a world where there is no rush.
a world where there is no need to disguise.
MY pain that I have shouldered because no more will arise.
For I have built a world that will rid me of pain and insecurities.
Tho I Will express MY pain proudly because my experiences are what allow me to breathe
But my world did in fact the opposite
My world sheltered me from the truth.
My world allowed me peace through my pain.
My world allowed me to settle.
For you and your callous spirit
Your ruthless words, and though my world bandaged my scars.
No amount of savior from my world
Can heal what you’ve done to my heart.
I’ve built a world for my desires and hopes.
I’ve built up walls to allow me to cope.
With yesterday's tears, fears and neglect
though the pain still flows from my heart to the mind with every breath
I built a world where oceans sing Melodies.
Where everything plays its part
where there is no pain, no insecurities.
Yet pain still remains in my heart.
I built a world, a damaged world within my dreams and I cannot wake up.
I built a world with hopes of peace.
but still lay heartbroken and stuck
Pissed off to the maxinum...numb in the cranium and bleeding knuckles that I succumb to obsessively as I punch several walls...breaking me..my many suicidal attempts..shows that I’m a failure in success’s closet
Yes, you made me furious like hellfire of hatred-hoarded, halfhearted desire of utter ire
Right - you were making me mad as a flippin bee in his hive of arriving-undone-till-I-pass-out...nectar of negativity’s nostalgia drops unto the filthy floor of rocks and rubble instantly
Oh, goodness, no..I’m ironically a pyrophobe and a non-functioningandnon-focused schizo-effective freakazoid, traumatized PTSD-inflicted little boy, stuck and crawling inwardly into a man’s body, releasing tension out of his ribcage radiantly yet so painfully and excruciatingly bothersome like his echoes of moaning and groaning..I’m a freak of nature, so immature and mature all the same....I’m using benefitial and benevolent blessings intriguingly so....bravery and is bizarre to my ambivert...God blesses us unique humans, but soon we will be the same..maybe we can share similarities but...no... I’d rather be treading down the road to recovery sooner or later I’ll just make the time to be grateful and have high hopes that will never collide or hide away cowardly and awkwardly...I’m in everyone’s boundary now...fired up in rage...
I who am…insipid, vapid bland, inadequate life
My life halfhearted I am uninspired
I am Spiritless in a place of safety refuge
I am for certain, I need,
a deed to land in life and death
How chosen are we
When the blood flows out
Still and solid I am No longer talking
Dead to live be I living
My new home is in the skies
Where I’m alive no longer dead you’re not but I am
No need for heat my God keeps me (safe and warm)
His ever presents how can I be sure ?
When all the time you changed my mind
I asked for more and more
How can I be sure safe, quiet, cozy comfortable in sanctuary?
Secluded withdrawn isolated and safe haven
refuge my sanctuary safe keeping covering me
Preserve yet my cushion life inoculate unworldly securities
Yet still I’m pathetic etiolated blanch reclusive unprivileged
So am I decrease in importance lost significance I’m blench keep safe
11/26/19
Pale shelter Poetry Contest Free verse poetry form only.
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
An old brochure
Bunch of possibilities, most of these are improbable pearls of wisdom. Never to be, never to have. Yet the warmth of coziness will be obvious. Like the baby in a daycare, acknowledged in gratitude, where the working couple left for a daytime job.
Leaving the storytelling chime to be stored for another secured time.
And the rest of the day would vibrate with the windcatcher moments, planning and planning throughout the day, that often times, and most often than not, lead to nowhere. Absolutely nowhere.
Your life has a subtle way to trespass in putting forecast out there, that it is only you. Fallible you. Yet, at the same time, it is not the frequency that is the gem of the observational truth.
As if? The question is always halfhearted.
As if, I am the doctor when I am supposed to be the patient. I am the moral law maker when I need to be the succumbed one in the submissiveness. I am the troublemaker mayhem when I will be the decisive return entropy question too.
A narrow escape between a daytime paystub that earns throughout a scaffold.
Even for the Royals.
Even within the Royals!
And my story will start, right there! A seamstress sitting on the moon, with a bunch of sewing chores, never understood around the way to returning back, in a safe wish!
An old brochure!
That never understood that bobbling is a permanent natural change all on the own account, even without disturbing the main course of happening!
Even for the even loaves!
(1-31-2024)
Press not to flaming lips your tepid kiss
Touch not this burning form with hands of ice
A lukewarm love can never bring to bliss
Nor will indifferent love for me suffice
Seek not with obligation to appease
Perfunctory in making love to me
Disdain is what I feel for “gifts” as these
Tis better far, my dear, to let me be
For if you not assess my heart aright
And think me one to faint with weak caress
You’ve not been seared by passion’s burning might
Nor tasted honeyed dreams that I undress
Hope not to bed me with halfhearted plea
With love obsessive, take a hold of me
Eileen Manassian Ghali
The war has started
All the halfhearted have departed
You wont be disregarded or outsmarted
When you come full hearted
Refuse to be converted
Even if you feel deserted
With my vision distorted
My thoughts aren't sordid
I will not be thwarted
And no time to be torpid
Through destruction so horrid
My journey still so torrid
Keeping trust in God assures I will always be supported
Then there will be no worry of being excluded
My soul will be heavily guarded
Even when my journey has concluded
Now my vision so lucid
The Lords love will never be disputed
His warm embrace never eluded
With him my spirit unpolluted
4/27/2017
halfhearted dragon could not puff out fire or even smoke
what has happened to our son? He is such a passive bloke
joel never gets interested in anything, he is not a life-long learner
he does not want a job, a family, he cannot turn a pancake turner
perhaps we did too much for him, we never let him take his licks.
we raised a bored, do-nothing unenthusiastic boy said his daddy Ricks
this lead to an argument, beginning of a whole bunch, truly many.
motivation does not come his way, and he is almost twenty!
halfhearted dragon heard them arguing but his head was full of wood.
he had never finished one page of homework, procrastinating good.
parents never let him grow up, but now they wanted him to change?
joel rolled his eyes at their halfhearted efforts, not willing to rearrange.
Your borrowed hair clip still sits on my bedside table
I wonder if you know I still have it
It’s gold and not quite big enough to hold all your hair
but it’s the perfect size for mine
I’ll give it back the next time I see you
or the next time I remember it’s in my room
this is how I know I can’t live without you
I find pieces of you with me everywhere
you take pieces of me with you too
my slang, my heart, and my fashion sense
sending me photos of things I would like
crazy pants you found on vacation
earrings that I would wear every day
I take your stories, intonation, and secrets
intoxicating me with the knowledge of your life
making sure all my friends know your name
because apparently I can’t have a conversation without thinking of you
love is not enough of a word to explaIn how I feel about you
4 letters, a word not longer than my fingernail
could not possibly explain why I act the way I do
why I talk about you to everyone with ears
why I laugh at your halfhearted jokes
why I would do any chore with you because it’s not a chore if we’re together
your hair clip is still on my bedside table
and now that I think about it, it’s more bronze than gold
I’ll give it back when I see you next
It’s one of your favourites after all
I know that you'll need me though you say that you don't.
I know that you see me even when you say that you can't.
You can't stop thinking about that time you forced your words out loud.
You were so eager to take yourself away.
Your mind took control of your heart.
You listen to them but they don't know the real you.
Happiness is here with me and deep down you want to stay.
I know that you love me and I do love you too.
You've been an inspiration in everything in my life.
I will always love you, I'll always care for you.
Remembering the times we had together when our love was young and wild.
I thought that I had found a true love here with you.
I thought that I had found someone who could walk with me on my path through life.
Your smile, your laugh, your cries I remember these things too.
I remember everything that made me fall in love with you.
The joy we had together will remain in my memory.
I'll remember the time you got the soup mixed up with the tea!
I'll remember your warm soft hand, held tightly within mine.
Your smiling face in the warm sunshine, the breeze flowing in your beautiful long hair.
But although I love you and was prepared to give you all I am, your love for me was halfhearted because you only have half a heart.
For Catie Lindsey contest Half A Heart