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so you say you dont believe in a higher a power
and that you have not a dad in the sky
you also have control of each and every hour
but each and every hour still passes you by?
you have total control of the space that youre in?
and can comfortably breathe when the air gets thin?
you say there is no God like there is no one to follow
but if there arent any leaders then leading is hollow
where did it start where did it all begin?
is there an initial creation/origins
what is your view of the world in its greatest perspective
are you passive agressive or agressively objective?
do you simply do what is taught and then teach what you"ve learned?
or can you analyze thought so that you can discern?
when i say "belief" do you think of religion?
when i say "plane" do you think of a pigeon?
discernment is key when you make these transitions
open your mind not just your ears when you listen
as beings we are bound to time space and matter
and understanding is limited to basic chitter chatter
so dont let the words of others misguide you
but let vibrations of truth resonate inside you
In the quiet of the night, I drift alone,
A hollow echo where my heart once shone,
A shell of a being, lost in twilight's seam,
Chasing shadows of laughter, fading like a dream.
The world moves around me, vibrant and bright,
But I walk through the colors, shrouded in white,
Faces pass like whispers, their joys a cruel jest,
While I sit in silence, a stranger to rest.
Yet there lies a spark where the melodies play,
When love songs embrace me, they light up the gray,
Notes weave through the air, a delicate thread,
Unraveling stories that dance in my head.
I hear the sweet crooning of hearts intertwined,
In each lyric’s tender, a warmth I can find,
For a fleeting moment, I feel and I know,
That love's softest touch can melt through the cold.
A symphony opens, and there's joy in the pain,
Each chord a reminder that I'm not in vain.
In the rise and the fall, I find solace, a balm,
The echoes of love songs cradle me calm.
But as silence descends and the last note has sung,
I drift back too stillness, where emptiness clung,
For emotions are hints, like stars far away,
Yet love’s fleeting embrace gives meaning to gray.
So I wander this landscape, half lost, half aware,
Grateful for moments when music lays bare,
That deep within shadows, where silence resides,
There's a flicker of passion, where true feeling hides.
Inspired about how I remove the emptiness for a moment by playing music because inside music I can feel emotions I have forgotten how to feel.
My grief lies dormant, in hibernation
but pain is buried deep in my heart, still.
A tinge of sadness with no cessation.
My dad's death left a void nothing can fill.
In summer, I still feel the winter's chill.
There's a gaping hollow in my soul's core.
Sorrow wages a never-ending war;
a quicksand that wants to swallow me whole.
It's a fire, raging; an ocean's roar
There's a hollow, but life's joys filled the hole
Submitted for...
Strand No 650 Any Theme Any Form Poetry Contest (Winner: Honorable Mention)
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date written: 01/18/2020
How Death Has Affected Me Poetry Contest (Winner: 1st Place)
Sponsored by Lu Loo
Checked at howmanysyllables.com
Rhyme Scheme: A-B-A-B-B-C-C-D-C-D
Date written and submitted: 01/05/2020
Killl her?? She cannot find his keys?
Worse, she has cannot remember me!
The fool, forgot where the morning paper is.
Crunch her up , get rid of her?
Lke a pile of dead leaves?
Let's kill these useless people as Hitler did.
Let's not remember all the years,
In which for us~their love and kindness,
had an endless lid.
We selfish so-called grown-ups, who are tied
to the internet and cell phones, so tethered!
Who look down on the mentally deficient
as worthless leather.?
Just do not forget, when we, too, cannot
remember.
We, too, will end up as inconvenient,when
the leaves fall, in our September!
..............................
They wanted to knock my Mother off and
and I refused. She lived six years longer!
Glad I did not folllow the hollow, cold
directions of these men in white coats!
11/30/2924
Act I
I saw the fairest of maidens besides her safest haven
Buried beneath the sands of Father time–Her father's presence
Across the stone-cold cross, her beauty caught my stare
Before I knew it I was there
Shedding her share of tears
I felt a great debt of satisfaction
Fill my nerves apart
The pitch of peers that pressured
satisfaction
Finally depart
I've played my part – a part of masculation
A part of me still numb
So I thought loving her would ease the tension
Fill a drying heart
Act II
With every passing day with haste we bed
for pleasure till' we're dead
A streak of bleaker weeks grew weaker
Bicker twists to bitter sex
The verge of virgin walls that flooded
Numb from numbers of contractions
Act III
Having her haven taken
I Hurt her Wholeheartedly
Every breath from her taken-
The hollers, the hollow pleas
For pleasure I had forsaken
Her, Bound her to only me
It's time I give us our break and
Forever let ourselves be
(if only they could float)
And when the day wakes up from slumber
Sleep pushed on by memory of angry waves
Crashed over surfaces overcome by age
Forced to acknowledge shadows in the shallows
Tides remember every stone laid down in sand
Down to their souls as smooth as glass as clean
Rocks come alive at sunrise jagged black
Foaming at the mouth of beach retraction
Shores recede with seagulls laughing
Sandbanks fill up their limits to the dunes
Screeching noise through hollow shells come forth
Hovers over lands as loud as something manufactured
But only nature makes such sounds
Seaweed simply dangles there in deeper green
Like ugly mops forgotten how to clean the seas
And when the day begins to think of stones
Where waves lap happily over time with tides
Rocks and stones can’t lick themselves you know
When they wake up to take a walk
How they watch the curvature of the Earth together
Wishing they too could step away in style
But sadly stones have no feet or legs to speak of
And nowhere to go this time of day
The eyes from which I see have no clarity, no vision, no view
Distortion, these eyes blinded by confusion
Blinded by you
You are the mirage when one's thirsty, the dark shadows in the night
Medusa, stone killer of the heart
What I see I just can not believe, but it's true
The Evil B!?%H in you
Fairy tale maker, love faker, all with a smile
Hollow eyes in a trance of your enjoyment, yes enjoyment
For you are only truly happy at those times
Times of chaos, times of destruction
Why am I wasting this time with you
Nothing will ever change, do you know why?
The Evil B!?%h in you
Your truth of you, mouth of dirt only wants to hurt, hurt, hurt
This is the only time you really feel alive, when you thrive
What is it you want or trying to prove
You want to be respected but rarely give it
You want to be intelligent and so manipulative
but you are only manipulating yourself into
The Evil B!?%h in you
This is what I see, and it's hard to believe
To believe that it's all real, that it's happening
That you are so serious in your conviction
Your conviction to be all the things you think you are not
But I do see, do you know what I see?
The Evil B!?%h in you.....
bmdavey23@07/28/22
He was a smile.
Just a smile.
He was only ever a smile.
He was never anything but that first smile.
When he looked to her, and her to him,
And was lost in his charm and his grace,
When she thought she saw love, a real spontaneous stir,
As she gazed deep into his face.
He said the right words, what she wanted to hear,
The act she thought was a truth,
Not realizing he’d rehearsed, on many before,
Throughout the fabricated lie of his youth.
She was hooked with this man, loved every idea,
Ideas of happy, fun loving wealth and of fair.
But then she dug a bit, deciphered his code,
And discovered he just didn’t care.
So she ran from his smile.
His hollow fake smile.
She ran fast from this paper thin smile,
After realizing he was not even a smile.
Sunshine Poets
We are the ones who write in gold,
who dip our pens in liquid dawn
and spill it across the broken world—
not to hide the cracks, but make them holy.
They call us naïve, these sunshine poets,
as if hope were a weakness,
as if to see light were to be blind
to all the gathering dark.
But we have walked through midnight too.
We know the weight of shadows,
the taste of ash, the way grief
can hollow out your chest until
you’re nothing but an echo of yourself.
Still, we choose the sun.
Not because we don’t see the storm clouds,
but because we’ve learned that light
doesn’t erase the darkness—
it reveals what lives inside it:
the shape of your own endurance,
the outline of tomorrow,
the seeds that only split open
when buried deep in earth.
We write of resilience not as escape
but as the hardest work there is—
to tend the garden when the floods come,
to sing when your voice breaks,
to believe in bridges while
the world is burning them.
They say we’re foolish, these sunshine poets,
for speaking beauty into the void,
for insisting that a single flower
pushing through concrete
means something.
But maybe that’s the point.
Maybe courage isn’t the absence of fear—
it’s planting words like seeds
in the scorched ground of now,
watering them with stubborn faith
that somewhere, someone
will need this light we’ve left behind.
Never do anything and nothing is done
Never love anyone and no one is loved
Never believe in something and everything is believed
Do I hate life or does life hate me
Do I fear life of does life fear me
Do I hide life or does life hide me
Do I deny life or does life deny me
What is life but an illusion of time
Just seconds of the Age of man
Just a breathe from the nostrils of God
Meaningless for the future was decided
For nothing we do nothing we say
Nothing we believe can change Destiny
It is Finished
Life is hollow empty and broken
We are scavengers on the scabs of life
Boasting in self worth
Preaching in defiance
Mocking our souls
Deveining our spirits
Lingering in our wallow
We evolved into blemishes on the skin of Time
Soon to be scratched away is dust in the wind
We live in our secure graves of fear
Worshiping youth and yearning for gold
Numb our minds hard our hearts
Living as lifeless blobs fed on technology
We died before we are born
Death is bored
Dying is easy and welcomed
Dying is induced
Human race cancers into oblivion
The gates of Eden are rusted and fallen
The Garden is a patch of weeds
Surrounding a dead stump
Whose remnants of bark
Hold a shed snake skin
Whistling with the wind...