Long Negativity Poems
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Islands
Islands are – it seems – so many of us.
Worlds apart – alone – in the seas of life.
Joined at the hip – by an adversarial universe.
Amputated from a living solar system
by the master surgeons – insecurity, self doubt,
criticism, negativity, skewed points of view.
Tear tempests rage from within us.
Tsunamis, tearing up any traces of,
the mighty oaks we may have been.
Islands - are we ?, many lost in the sea of,
humanity all around, if, but we could see.
Drifting on crests of gigantic waves.
Cradled within the troughs of ocean’s anger,
being tossed towards the brink of humanity,
on a journey that is carrying us through eternity.
Deserted islands we have become – by choice ?
Ships that pass throughout our nights,
disembarking bodies – life boats to the shore,
these islands, secluded, to explore,
so many constipations lay within,
islands in the seas of humanity.
Islands of lost, empty souls,
islands floating – Sargasso Sea,
islands adrift – apart.
Brilliant, stands that joyous orb,
screaming down upon us all – happiness –
on beams of dancing – feet,
gliding, rhythmically, across us desolate islands,
trying to part lightness into our days,
some days ?, many ?,
it can not dissipate the haunting shadows,
shadows that shroud, darken our life’s experiences.
Good days – some – eclipsed by essence of our realities.
B. J. “A” 2
February 22nd 2008
Looking at the emotions I feel run deeper than the color of my skin I want to move forward in my life but I do not know where to begin.
I am thankful for all I have at this moment that I am in. Evidence all around me reminds me of all the things set up for me not to win at this game called life. My life that is. feeling lost in more areas than one where is the passion fulfillment where is the fun in the undesirable places life has led me too? I hear someone say society is an illusion so what is the real truth?
Frustration sinks in every crevice of my inner being so the inner me then becomes the enemy. I ask the question what is the source of this energy? I sit, I listen, I feel the negativity all around me externally, I felt drained, so I reached out to reliable sources both inside and outside to feel recharged.
Glimpses I am within a child’s eye of the past
I wander about searching for my inner light
He knocks at the door I tend to ignore stray away
Like a lost puppy I am unsure of my own existence
Blinks of happiness settle my twisted soul but they are merely blinks milliseconds in time that I can’t remember or choose to forget
Shaky is the ground I stand on fearing my end I place myself within a fetal position wishing my life away with thoughts of disease and tears of rage
Blind I am to the miracles he has shared with me
Consumed I am by the past the unexplained timeline of my birth till today haunts my very core
A reflection of a body of weakness called a man taunts me every waking hour unable to breath
I sleep my life away wishing for more without working to earn a successful failure I fear to be
Lonely is this soul that can’t see past the flaws in his rearview mirror time collapsing down on me running out of sand in the hour glass of my dream
Searching for a glimmer of hope a happy medium within my inner demon cast aside in the eyes of society not a single tear for a troubled soul
I wake each morning to the sound of strangers living under this same roof been here all my life but lost I am within the stubbornness of miscommunication
Emotion non-existent In a so filmier place.
I wonder how my kid will cope living in the same wreckage I have come to know
Will he be able to rise above this rage and fairness we call life or will he perish within the masses of silence and negativity
All I can do is hope
All I can do is raise him right and share with him always what he means to me and this legacy of undiscovered successes.
Sasha Marie woke up early, getting her healing herbs ready for market.
She was bringing the masses the ones they liked the most.
St. John’s Wort, thymes, catnip, allspice, and eye of newt.
Eye of Newt made her smile for it was a hybrid she invented.
Magi, her familiar, curled around her leg, mewing, wanting a pet.
Of course, she accommodated him. He was a black and white love bug.
Symba, her dog, began to bark loudly. There was a truck going down the road.
Sasha Marie rolled her eye; one truck in two days and the dog went nuts!
She opened the door and Symba rushed out to bark his disapproval.
I could finish those cinnamon rolls and take them too, she suddenly thought.
She remembered what a hit they were with the last crowd.
The phone rang. Someone wanted a healing, and a healing.
She made them an appointment, then began a walk through the garden.
Her best friend Marda, was already there. “Cinnamon rolls?” Marda asked.
Marda did not like to bake, but she certainly loved to eat.
It was handy having a best friend next door. She was weeding Sasha’s garden.
Matter of fact, it was beautiful – what Sasha had thought of doing this morning
Marda had already completed.
“How long have you been here?”
Marda looked at the sky. Maybe a couple of hours.
They went into the house, ate warm cinnamon rolls and spoke of the fair.
We had better leave by five tomorrow. We want to get our tent set up in a good place.
Are we taking those signs we made? The ones from last time? Sure. Why not?
They grabbed up a pile of signs that said “To No One Do Harm”.
Most do not understand them, Sasha Marie said. I was going to leave them here.
“Their children get it,” Marda said. “And that’s who we are educating anyway, right?”
They both pondered the negativity of the Christian men who used to write faerie tales,
Scaring children, making witches sound evil, threatened by female power.
A disservice to Wiccans.
My minds at sea’s,
afar reaching dreams
Sitting,
feeling the sand’s warmth giving;
Chasing fears and overthinkings
How I’ve been this past two prevalent years?
me watching myself
Struggling and did nothing again,
Distraught of feelings..
Feelings of weighing things..
am I capable of suffering?
Chaotic places and people’s mind blowing
Little did I know,
I am one of them;
Somewhat in the darkest hour;
in my gigantic memory,
I have to deal with life before it kills me.
Hearing voices of negativity;
lying under this pine tree,
Smelling the ocean’s air,
home I can tell,
Watching sea of clouds like dandelions dancing;
And my dog Panda’s suddenly glanced back at me;
Oh there,
I find that inner beauty beyond humanity;
Caught myself smiling back at her;
Oh I remember this life I truly care..
In the desert of desolation,
I feel this all-to-familiar frustration
Get the hell away from me…negativity…
Flee from me, unsatisfied soul of envy
I yearn for something more
You’re the one I adore
You’re the one I adore
You deserted me long ago
The wind blew to and fro
Never mind…I will be off to my fantasy island
I call isolation – a land that has water and sand…
A place I can explore…
I implore you…don’t be close to me…
I don’t feel that deep connection tonight…I am the shimmering shore
I soar in defeat…
I am sore with blistered feet
I’m fatigued and weak
The day has been bleak
Since forevermore…
You’re the one I adore
You’re the one I adore
I was wondering where you’ve gone –
Maybe in the wilderness,
Drenched in vibrant, zealous sun…
Thinking in tranquil distress…
I can’t express my lack of progress
You just stand there, unaware more or less…
I guess you are still the one I adore
I suppose you’ll slam that door…
Because you never loved me – I was deceived from the start
You know what – you broke this poet heart…an art that’s torn apart…
Ripped in shreds of nothing…
You were my everything
Until you deserted me some more…
You’re not the one I adore…
Anymore…
Drenched in sun,
I come to realization that I’m not the only one…
Feeling like a son of a gun
Waiting until this majestic sun disappears…my personal battle’s won
A battle for peace…my future son…
You wear a striped shirt like an expert
I wear whatever I want with little effort
We are still two peas in a pod
I still miss our closeness a lot
I’m growing weary
When you got all teary
You’re the only one that saved my life
From reducing to insincere strife
You gave me genuine kisses and hugs
While I still live with billions of bugs
Kiss the footsteps of my heart’s fired-up desire…
I’m higher than your elegant, effulgent and extravagant empire
Pushing you to move on
With or without me…were we ever meant to be?
My lovely sunshine,
Will you ever shine on me oh so vibrantly?
I feel a heavy weight go down, down, down, down, deep down in my chest,
Like an elevator descending rapidly down a deep dark abyss, and fear crashing in from all sides with all the weight of an ocean breaking loose closing from all sides, the loneliness stings like a nest of desert scorpions, and the desperation consumes me like the venom of a cobra annihilating me a living cell at a time,
They tell me “a will, will find a way”, religions tell me “hold the hand and it will lead thee unto the light ”But there is no pot to whip up will from, and I see no shining being`s hand,
I see no end in sight to this journey through the wasteland.
Could it end in a different way? Logic says Nope,
Yet I harbor a secret hope,
This was not my decision my call, this birth, I did not vote to live,
I am tired of all this negativity and some things got to give.
Books say, the body is temporary, so is the pain salvation is the ultimate goal,
All empty words with no solace and I am yet to see my soul.
What good is a salvation unknown when today passes in pain, what good is the miracle if the thirsty pilgrim dies and then it comes down to rain?
Reach out in the dark and you may feel me somewhere,
Wandering, wondering, dreaming, pondering,
Like a man on an endless plain chased by a pride of lions looking out for a tree,
Let the weight fall down, let the ocean drown, let the scorpion`s sting, and let the poison do its thing.
I don’t care, in the end I just want to be free,
No happiness, no sadness, no pain, nothing and into nothingness..
I wish to where it all began,
On the edge of the death land, beyond. Always beyond.
Very vivacious and vibrant
Elegant and eloquent as ever
Radiant as the spring sun
Overall, amazing and odd in a good way I must say
Never fails to amaze me...allow me to smile in sunlit glee
Invigorating and intriguing always and forever
Change is a challenging chore, but nothing is impossible with Veronica, abiding by your side
A wonderful family friend - subside from her side, negativity of the night and let the light be her emerald compass of delight...now, everything is black and white when she plays a rad rhythm on the drums so tight, reminding us that everything's alright , so don't lose sight, sing joyously, and bodyquake with your might
Reactions trolls give never give me negative
more the opposite, a great positive
seeking to collapse my spirit until forgotten
attracting spirit of "thank God I'm not them"
If the song to you sombre
and you protest in comment
making unhappiness last longer
cause negativity more constant
when I'm displeased I will move on
search a pleasing as is my need
I don't comment like a moron
wait for miserable replies to read
psychology sits sorrily
as you cliche unoriginal
septic personalities
to me only pitiful
you distribute your negative,
in life this what you do,
a gift of positive,
pleased I'm not you
Rehearsing Hope
When life’s battles seem prevailing.
We take hold of a prevailing hope.
That never fails, though our world may shatter.
We won't be overcome.
By all these highs and lows.
Filled with questions in our depression.
With cries underlining lies, with those whys?
Maybe unwise because of these woes;
That is now taking its toll, so many foes.
Sent to teach us how to endure.
To learn while we grow, slow closer to what we know.
In every season, there's a reason.
The good, we do may go untold.
But still we stand and be bold;
Faced with negativity, mambo jumbo.
Wilderness post triggers trauma.
Those abnormal occasions, with relapse, duration.
Whose battle hymns announce.
Trying to quell, we hear their roars.
If you plan to walk the streets of gold? Until you reach those pearly gates?
Victorious battle!
Keep rehashing hope.