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'Play back that sound',she explained with bitterness,
'What's wrong?',I questioned,
I found out that she was severally harrassed at a conference,
"He won't be entertained by any room with his proposal",as she envisioned,
Just sitting on the bed,I jinggled overtone,
Did questioned me for such unpleasant tone,
But my answer comes unfold,
Making her look silly,I broke into laughter,
'So you're happy of yourself not being caring',
she kept on exclaiming my name aswell,
"......alright,please let me know frankly for now if I'm not your class girl,
"After all,I can guess you've gotten a new lover in there",
On aboard,I felt pictures of funny and amusing statement as she said,
Being the focal point,I replied as such to her,
"Kindly make me proud beautiful lady as the day goes by,
...only on the goal of accepting those proposals from that beloved guy" ,
'Thanks to God we're no more as lovers',that was her voice,
"....be in search of me never from anyone now onwards",
she added such a subtle context,
Ever since we met as friends was there a moment I said to her about a precept,
"My love for you is of God's unconditional love,
Don't set on sexual segregation",
Thoughtfully,diligence wasn't tactfully highlighted by her intention,
Beneath the bowl's cover,she grabbed that portion as merely,
In as much as she went ahead throwing jabs at me,
A vital integration against her module of thinking set in,
But her promiscuous attitude never scored her sence of dignity,
Proving my kind,made her go bananas,
"Fool,stupid guy......you!"
Vomited out all these to me with contempt,
Preventing alienation and imperialism,
I gave her a dose of self repent,
'Don't be as a Muppet organism',
Adding this tuned her into a groaning lion,
As time went on from the tick of grumble,
Shame unto you dearly,
....huuuu...our love is inseperable',
she said with densely,
Putting on a tortured garment,
I became less feisty before a firmament,
Grooving within this scope,
she spotted my vibes but never killed a coach,
It was all a dream!
New Years Day
You say she's the one for you
And who am I to deny that's true?
You live with the promise of her forever
And certainly seem to forget our endeavor.
Now my pen is quiet
with gentle brush strokes
no more of the fury
no more of the fire,
It's gone with the wind
And no longer has desire.
To write of the love that we had before
To write the story of the slammed poisoned door.
Slammed shut on our chances,
slammed shut on our glances
Across the room with a fiery stinr
Like out love was crossed on some
invisible string.
So now we move on.
We pretend that we're golden.
Because now our hearts
Have been shattered and chosen
To move with the times,
And settle in with our rhymes.
On paper and in hell,
We tell each other
we wish you well.
But none of those lies
are ever really true.
And each of the lines
Are trapped in the blue.
And so, we read
in between our minds
And we both know
that we aren't really fine.
Because love drips from each stroke
and every other line.
So we write and we give up
A silent cry to the sky
We try to reach and we try
so damn hard to die.
With each passing moment.
For if we even for a second
Did show it,
I'd run back to you
Without hesitation.
And you know that's true,
So you block your own mind
The trains have now left all of the routes
and diverted all the stations.
Back to your mind
And back to your love.
I silently look
to the heavens above.
And wonder if you'll
Treat her better than me.
As heartbreak takes over
my own sad
reality.
As I play back our times
And craft them in rhymes.
Because she is now me,
I know without a thought
That I'll be on your mind
In all the answers you sought.
So think of me while her hands trace your cheeks
And think of me when I'm no longer in reach.
Think of me when my touch
lies like a ghost
Forgotten
On the wind
Of your love
And think of me when your mind
traces her and her thighs.
And when you have a spare moment
now and then, let my thought in.
Because this love we have chosen
Is now quite our burden.
And now the east wind
Joins our hands
as we scatter and cry
At least we are looking
up at the same grey sky.
I am not good memories
I am not very kind
I am your history
Stuck in your mind
If you let me break you I must
Turn your life into dust
For I am your past etched into your brain
I will play back again and again
When you are low and cannot really think
I will appear try and make you sink
When I have you in my beastly net
Make it harder for help to get
I know your pride won't let you talk
From me I know you just can't walk
Because if you did you would feel shame
That is why I would win this game
Who am I ? I hear you ask
I'm on your face I am your mask
I've had many names but I can't die
My newest one is PTSI
It's not just military I do this too
It's anybody who let's me even you
Everyone has a visit from me
In times of trauma or catastrophe
If this event hapoens in your time
I will help you now in this rhyme
You must talk about your experience
Then you will grow in confidence
If you are strong I cannot win
All bad thoughts go in the bin
A close network of friends will help with that
Talking laughing having a chat
Try and stay away from the pills
As this could lead to just more bills
Causing more stress and worry
Stay strong seek help their is no hurry
I will always be there to try again
So again stay strong fight your pain
You don't want me in your life
As I said I only cause strife
Signed PTSI/PTSD??
Vision is the sense I'd least like to lose.
For vision can be a stand-in for the other four.
You can read what you cannot hear,
You can savor with your eyes,
what you cannot taste or smell.
You can sense the touchy feel of things
from their texture and appearance.
Vision is best aligned with memories
that you can recall and play-back.
Vision also has a sense of movement,
It is neither static nor fixed,
and it conveys the sense of time,
as things change, age and grow old.
Its vision's dominion, its power, its might,
That guides us through both day and the night.
So look after your eyes, to keep your images bright,
For the eyes have it!
So like train,you've braided all my hair,
So I pray,you've taken all my faith,
I'm giving away all vain thing,
God is the best,take even my feast day,
Hold unto my trust,
We're trading down,took all my time,
All my first days,oh I'm ready,
Place down a card,Lease a track,
Play back to a stage,Have pleas over a wage,
This time rightly plays it,
Studied the bible,he took a foremost heart,
Reading the truth,God was is best,
Rarely,he leaves fable,Affable if playing roles,
Sip continuous heavy wines,
I'm not kidding, Hope to a planet,
Faith on right line,Get listened!
If my trade is flattened, Hold it and raise,
I'm not denying it,Smokes from quenched fire,
Prayer might ripped a layer,
Evrything is crowned, A drowned maiden is found,
What else could sell?
My heart is healed from cough,
Really ablazed when all things peel off,
Laid down not be distorted,
Another life is erected,
Weird,all other gods are weird,
I'm not the creator,Neither am I greater,
Revelation is on a dot,Tomorrow I'll be on trot,
Precariously,I'm an able child,
This is not sloppy,when I go wild.
VICTORIAN VIRTUE
Victorian virtue left bare -
ivory shoulders, pulsating neck
i hear the tinkle of chimes
and the brisk flapping of his cape
his sultry voice, rich and romantic,
hypnotic
suddenly the dagger of teeth
sink
into the darkest carafe of my neck
warning unheeded
i play back how i laughed so hard
at the spooky report
“Wear garlic, ye virgins!”
now my rose perfume
scents the hospital room
where he returns for moonshine elixir
as i die a slow death
and the centuries pass
and i sink my teeth
into my victims’ weep
my boots carry their ashes
the brisk wind sweeps them away
Date: 12/18/2018
Contest Name: Give Me Goosebumps Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
I am overcome with a sense of dread,
when hearing talk of that leg injury.
It becomes an atrocious time machine
throwing me viciously on to my couch.
Will it ever feel like normal again?
I wish I could just flush bad memories.
My mind is now flooded with memories
and I am vibrating with rhythmic dread.
I’m stuck in a fractured body again,
frozen in place with a rough injury.
Miserable and crazed on an old couch
my mind is back to a high-low machine.
I’m not able to tailor the machine
to only play back happy memories.
I cannot simply throw away a couch
to avoid a head full of instant dread.
That piece stolen by a chance injury
lets me know I’ll never be whole again.
I would love to be my old self again,
not repaired by a doctor or machine.
It’s me I made it through an injury,
but I’m done being cuffed to memories.
An overactive mind detailing dread
happens at a certain spot on the couch.
Oh, horribly uncomfortable couch!
Here they all come emerging once again.
Why is furniture setting off this dread?
It’s not a doctor’s surgical machine,
still it calls back my fading memories.
I’m haunted by this ghost of injury.
I just want to bleed out this injury,
let myself relax on my cozy couch.
Now I am cursed with levied memories
whenever I lie back and try again.
I’ve got to silence the roaring machine
that’s instigating this feeling of dread.
These memories bring chronic injury
that is fusing my dread into this couch.
A Phantom raised again by my machine.
As I saw you for the first time
Our eyes got locked in an instant
I don’t know what feelings flashed past me then
All I knew, I was gripped by a strange restlessness
Was it a feeling of pleasant ache or rising mirth?
Standing befuddled, I forgot myself and stood lost.
Coming back to the real world, you were gone
Why did my heart miss a beat all of a sudden
As if I was denuded of a beautiful moment.
The next time I met you
The world shrunk into a small ball
Where only you and I existed.
Overwhelmed by the language in your eyes,
A language so fluent in silence, I stood,
Inhaling the sweet scent around you.
Your every expression suggested a love reciprocal.
My eager eyes found their way up scanning you
From foot to crown when you stood close to me.
On looking at you with a possessive glance,
A wild desire unfurled in me like the petals of a rose.
As our meetings grew more frequent,
You arched like a lovely rainbow
In my blank grey sky, once devoid of all color.
You came into my life not with sound,
But with the silence of a dew drop
That sticks to the blade of a leaf, glistening.
When sun sets and the world wraps in darkness,
When everyone withdraws to silent repose,
I remain awake, sometimes the whole night
Dreaming of you trying to decode every expression
That fleets past your sentient face.
I wonder what thoughts play back in your head
When you sit alone in your leisurely hours!
Do you ever dream of me or of our lovely moments together?
How I wish to suck the nectar from your lips,
As a bumble bee that digs deep into the corolla
Of a blood red aster and emerge jubilant
With pollen stuck close to its hairy body!
Now as a tattoo I wear your handwriting
On my palms for all the world to see.
When you are away, I miss you to the very core.
In the silence of the night, when the stars,
Amorously congregate around the waning moon,
I burn with desire that grows unsatiated
And I script my passions of romance
On the heaving chest of a white paper, I hold.