Long Only to be met Poems
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She,
with an ocean resting in her eyes,
not blue,
only deep.
Her smile says
everything is fine.
As if contentment
were no longer a feeling,
but a face.
But does peace
really mean only silence?
People prefer to believe
that calm itself is happiness,
that peace arrives without a past.
Still,
I will not ask her.
The bindi on her forehead,
like the center of a void,
from where
everything begins
and also ends.
Whether a storm lives inside her or not,
it is not necessary
to know.
Some truths do not need language.
She is the bearer,
and I am merely the onlooker.
Some forms of beauty
do not ask to be questioned,
only to be met with silence.
And the void
is not empty every time.
Sometimes,
it holds everything
within itself.
©?Chitra Arun
I fumble along the dark deserted road...
Willing myself to move faster...
My legs are like rubber, they scream at me to flee...
For in this nightmare you are there... Waiting to pounce...
It feels as though my heart will rip itself right out of my chest... Its beating so very fast...
Terror stricken I lunge forward... Only to be met with a wall of steel...
Must you torture me so? With your eyes of horror and pure evil... As I fall back on the hard ground, I cry out... But it is on deaf ears...
Then you take your prize... What's left of my heart...
For in this nightmare you are there... Waiting to pounce...
Why is a word that can cause an argument. Why do I get stuck in the my head? Why do I have labels on my skin? Why are you being so dramatic? Why do talk that? Why aren't you happy? Why are you happy? Why do ask so many questions? Why can't you be like the others? Why cant you sit still? Why don't you just shut up and get over it?
Why would you say that? Why is he doing this that to me? Why won't he stop? Why am I wearing clothes associated with my age yet he sees me as an adult? Why is this a tradition? Why is it common? Why won't she be nice to me? Why won't she just love me as a sister and not as a punching bag a reminder of the past the face she saw crying in the back as the show goes on!?
Why do strangers get the love of a blood when I get the fat that's collected when separated!? Why do I have to yell the same only to be met with confusion expression and laughter? Why do I get the feeling of being selfish when I always had my self and why do I have to be the bigger person with smallest number out of three?
I guess the biggest why is ( why me?).
Savage beasts run rampant on the path between my ears, turning sound to silence, thoughts there to fill the void.
We run and we hide but there seems no way out of this cyclical sentence, years to life.
My creaking joints are a reminder of my humanity, but the alien in my head begs to differ.
I am sworn to secrecy, a pinky promise between two hands of the same being, fingers tied in a knot
The unwelcome banging on my door snaps me back into a state of internal slumber, They will never find out.
Through drainage and desolation
My feelings develop congested and hindered
Common folk chatter aimlessly, but I sit and ponder the fearless death of fallen leaves
Raindrops race down glass, I watch as I fill with an encroaching melancholia
The sound of my cries echo in the hollow auditorium of my chest
Although pounding with in my ears, they are silent to the world around me
I reach out my hand only to be met with the bones of a friend, I wasn't the only one
Proper handshake
No string wrist
Your iconic mustache harboring
A giddy smile
That stretched from Oregon to Maine
Like your Harley once had
I should’ve stirred more conversations
My shyness stifling
The words I wished to speak
Tis why I write this
As words flow poorly
Unless my pen is to paper
Your angelic being left an essential impact on me
I long for you to see this from the afterlife
As a poem is the truest form of gratitude I can offer
Cancer’s viciousness peeled you away
With invisible speed
Like a spiraling tornado
Leaving in its void
A family searching for explanations
Only to be met with the evil head of grief
Your spirit carries on
Through vast memories I hold
Through countless lessons you engrained in me
Through a sensational life lived
When it is time to shake hands again
My wrist will be firm
Eye contact will be made
And a proper handshake given
I start my day with the rising sun,
Got a lot of work before the day is done,
Back breaking and mind racing again,
I may stumble every now and then,
Tossed in the air with no direction,
Caught in the hand of Mercy with no protection,
Smacked back down and my shells' shattering,
Pick up the pieces while I'm drowning in them,
Glue them back with silence and pain
That's just me in the eye of a hurricane.
All these words in my head, only static when I speak,
I'm cracked like an egg, if you want to catch a peek,
Take your look inside, Wanna go for a ride?
Let's take a leap and go really deep,
Be wary of the things you find,
Grab your drink, weed and shrooms,
This is the ride of the undying bloom,
Enough of the gloom, bring on the hype,
Don't stop now cause you're seeing the light,
Keep on going through the dead of night,
Where Demons fly and Chaos reigns,
This is my mind as a hurricane.
These voices pulling me left and right,
Trying to tear my soul just to hear it cry,
Only to be met with screams and laughter,
Hidden are the fires of pleasure doused in the misery of pain,
Burning bright are the pillars of calamity,
Casting shadows down on all insanities,
Ripped away are friends and family replaced with insecurities,
Fighting on and on till the battle wanes,
This is my soul as a hurricane.
I'm keeping my feet on the ground, my head in the sky,
Fighting day and night, one step at a time,
Holding my ground as the wind whips by,
Keep my calm or let the storm rage,
Just dog ear and turn the page,
Let the sun set on this day, the moon rise on this night,
I got no fear for the day I die, All I can do is today,
And take yesterday's pain, make it tomorrows' gain,
When I'm living life in the eye of a hurricane.
Got a challenge that we thought we could meet
Spent hours and resources only to be met with defeat
Information there's plenty out there
But not all of it will everyone share
So this morning we started our little quest
With plenty of faith that we'd pass the test
Our mission is far from complete
But all resources we seem to deplete
Now we just sit back and scratch our head
Wondering if some other avenue we could have taken instead
Winning a challenge is usually not that hard to do
But right now, my friend, we were stumped by you
Yet don't think we are ready to give in
We have some time in which to still win!
An Uncle Charlie Original
© 2010 unclecharlie
Im Dominique, im not bipolar, adhd or depression to say the least! I am tall but afraid of heights, I am strong but I am light. I wont break but bend? I might, Ill have ideas trapped in the coils of my mind only to be ignored for not speaking in time. Hands sweat, knees hurt but damn it we gotta work!
The sun hasnt risen but you know I have, to the job on time no matter the reason! Wind so cold cuts your cheeks, still abandoned and reformed. Told to be yourself until you do and they say you're boring. In the this dark space with no map, hoping to duck the problem of this gap. Hearing the sirens and the horns of the streets, darkness so black you see some hope. The absence of light brings fear to those whom grew in the light. To head lights you see only to be met with the bus, you remember youre at the bus stop and that life goes on.
The day ends the same as it began, so dark you take pills to get vitamins you miss from the light. Physical you're alive, is all you hear at every appointment. Nevertheless you dont speak to honest at therapy, We have things we never tell. Even to the ones we hold close, Every step is torture on whats left of the knees. The only thing that makes it worse is the knowledge that quitting is failure but staying is slow endless torture. So every morning you wake and fight depression, I hope you arent confused because fighting depression is job where enjoying life is a vacation, youre therapist is management, your pills are coffee and break time is when you sleep. No pay. No vacation and no clocking out.
I do not know
Whose excitement was the greater
My dad’s or mine
As we boarded the bus
To a long-lost dream
Of verdant fields
Rich with the fruit of native soil
Of crystal clear streams
Where laughing youth
Was spent in carefree
Abandonment.
My dad’s eyes gleamed
As they spoke of glowing hearths
Clustered around with pots and pans
With music of bubbling broth
And the sweet smell
Of meat
As the fat simmered and sizzled
Stirring the rumbles
Of those gathered around
Listening to great grandma tales.
Sweet were his words
As scenes of pastoral joy
Rolled off his tongue
With vividness imbued
With longing
For years gone past
These two score and ten.
Come, lad, he said
With wistful smile
And a soft ache in his heart
You’ll meet ole Gran
And Uncles and Aunts
And Cousins in droves.
The bus droned through the night
And at crack of dawn
We alighted
At a ramshackle stand
With nary a soul
But a lone
Wizened man
Who had seen better times.
With a quaver of despair
My dad fearfully asked
Of such-and-such
Great clans once there
Of streets and of temples
Of markets and yards
Of fields and their tillers
Only to be met with
Stony silent stare.
There was a rise in the wind
As dust-devils danced
The torpor was mounting
Till the man finally spake
The families you seek
Have moved on
To the beyond
Ten years or so
There was a quake and a storm
Now there only be ghosts.
Now we awaited
The bus
To take us back home
Saddened son
And a ghost of a dad.
~19 Jul 2016~
Semi-fictional
Contest: Long lost family
All these thoughts trapped inside my brain.
Visions, delusions, writhing in pain;
As I scream out in vain.
I keep calling your name,
Only to be met by silence again.
Why can't you hear me?
I just wanted you near me.
How can you not see?
I'm not as bad as I seem.
It just all fell apart,
Almost at the start.
As soon as I let you inside,
You tore me apart.
You've broken my heart.
It's all my fault, somehow I caused it.
Claimed you had a 'good reason', I lost it.
The words shattered my soul,
So harsh and so cold.
Made me feel so alone,
Felt like I should be gone.
You say that you're done,
I'd thought you might have been the one.
I don't know what to do now.
You said, "Just stop.", what if I don't know how?