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On nights when sleep flees from me like a shadow scared of its own existence,
I wonder if we are cursed or blessed, we who think beyond the edges of reason,
For "bad" is too simple a word for the complexity behind our perpetually awake eyes.
We are the architects of our own mental labyrinths, builders of castles from layered thoughts,
And if you look closely, you'll see that beneath every worry lies hidden a profound form of love,
For no one loses themselves in infinite thoughts if they don't care to their soul's core about everything they touch.
At midnight, when the world sleeps, our minds race at the speed of light through parallel universes,
Constructing perfect scenarios, unraveling and reweaving the threads of reality into ideal patterns,
While seconds drip heavily in the hourglass of insomnia like mercury tears.
We want each day to be a masterpiece sculpted in ephemeral time,
Obsessed with details like painters dedicating their lives to a single painting,
Trying to capture the essence of life in the fine net of our hyperacute consciousness.
But the price of this infinite attention is heavy as lead in tired bones,
Temples pulsate under the pressure of thoughts like drums in an endless ritual,
And eyes burn from tears shed for the perfection that always slips through our fingers.
With all scenarios calculated to the last comma, with all plans woven in silk threads,
We end up exhausted, with souls heavy from unrealized dreams and bodies drained from the perpetual dance of the mind,
You, who read these lines, know exactly what I'm talking about, don't you?
And yet, in this beautiful madness there exists a kernel of greatness,
Because we love life so much that we refuse to be mere spectators in our own existence,
We choose to feel every second to the marrow of our bones, to live consciously every breath.
In this hyperlucidity there is a strange and painful beauty,
In the way our mind constantly dances between reality and possibility,
In the way we refuse to accept the superficial and always seek deeper meanings.
There is beauty in you, restless thinker,
In the way you carry the universe in your mind like a precious burden,
And each thought is a star illuminating the darkness of the unknown.
Anxiety (The Worst Noose In Town)
-- like flooding waters, creeping in
I count 30, seconds, holding my breath again
Drowning in agitation, overwhelmed by fear
I try to hide the pressure in hopes I don't pass out
My pores are soaked, from all the perspiration
I feel the pins and needles pushing in
My skin is ruined from all the peeling
At this point, I can't seem to win
Washed out by dead hope and desire
My soul is lost searching for a shore
leashing, grasping and ripping the chest wide
I count 40, seconds, once nausea can't be blocked
Everything about this moment is driving me mad,
I need to escape, however, my knees are too weak
I tremble while losing control to the emotional distress
My knuckles are pale, detached from reality,
wounds forced with further embarrassment.
Guaranteed failure surrounds my day
Numbness strikes my very essence - I can't move!
Lost in a room,
Therapy - even so I feel singled out
HAPPY VALENTINES (it can get the best of us)
---------------------------- love Linda
Is lonely up there
Born to win
Is a mission on too many minds
Out there
So the pressure continue
No time to waste time
Despite all time wasted
When a man decide he truly moves
So I see the movements of the sons
And daughters of men
I see the motive behind theirs ways
Born to win mentality
So they keep working searching
And dreaming
It like an eternity journey
From the childhood to old age
This mission is endless
Till death do the faithful soul
Apart is the moto
The Game is just to win
Despite the failures
Despite the doubt
Despite the odds and deeds
The pressure still continue
Is lonely up there
I wear the eye of the old
No wonder I understand
How to step Into my personality
Cos I could see and understand
That in life all that glitters are not gold
So when you are stepping up on your game
Be kind be good cos up there is lonely
Yes when you get to that very pick
You never wish you will ever be
Believe me it is lonely
Cos it is satisfying but confusing
It never that sweet as you hope
From the beginning
No wonder so many fall back to base
Cos the little things we ignore in life
While going up
Is the real true source of life
It is the real touch and beauty
Of life
It is the true call of nature
So be careful in life for what you wish for
When you get to your pick alone
You will fall back to nothing
So Instead to be there alone
Take the one you love along
Those who cares for you
Those who sincerely wish you good
Matters in life
If not believe me truly
Is lonely up there
Everyone feels the pressure of stress,
Your environment is the ultimate test.
Whether it’s on a job or in life,
Not everything is as easy as pie.
People are often blind to complexity,
Steady crying about your personal issues,
Countless factors hidden in mentality.
Oblivious to the tissues next to you.
Focusing on little details is not a crime,
Stress can be like a ticking time bomb.
Taking things, a single step at a time,
Assists me in staying steady and calm.
Relax and take a deep breath,
Creating stress only leads to death.
However, if I breathe slow and chill,
I will overcome life’s stress windmill.
I could feel it building before she even spoke. The pressure in the air, the deep regret. I recognize the look, the shift. It’s strange how familiar it feels. How easily my heart plummets to the floor. How loud the silence grows before everything shatters.
I spend most of my days translating, reading her tone like the weather. I rearrange my thoughts before they reach her, as if one wrong word might detonate the world.
What am I supposed to say when she asks if it’s normal, if the anger is justified? Admit that I flinch sometimes? Admit that I hear my father, incalculable and groundless? No, she’s not asking for the truth; she’s asking to be soothed for what she’s done.
Then comes the warmth, the soft embrace, the breakfast in bed. So I forgive her again, watching her form a trashy mosaic from what’s left of me, my pieces pressed together with cheap glue that never really holds.
It’s not all bad. There are still mornings that feel safe. I stay for those small reprieves, the moments she’s gentle enough to make me question my own memory. I stay to hear her whisper reste avec moi, but I’m not sure I understand the language anymore.
A quiet voice asks if I should go. Give up justifying the cage she’s put me in. Give up waiting for the love she’s saving for someone else. But I’ll stay, if just for the strange comfort of familiarity.
As pounds of potential, numbers does not make you except the weight you carry
As pounds of potential, numbers does not dictate your actions nor control your mind
As pounds of potential, your mind is neither controlled nor dictated or make you a better or a worse person
Beauty is neither equated or equivalent to the control of your attitude
And as pounds of potential, your actions mean movement as they require energy
Roles have a significant influence of life as those you look up to
As pounds of the ocean, may you live your life to the fullest knowing that pressure nor standards are no part of life
Poet
Masego Nkuna
I have so much to say
so much to show
so much of me
I want to leave behind
I don't fear death
what I fear most
is losing the battle
against time
I have so much to say
so much to show
so much of me
I want to leave behind
I don't fear death
what I fear most
is losing the battle
against time
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Emerald is not born weak.
It learns patience hidden very deep.
Emerald does not beg for light.
It works tirelessly until it is just right.
This is a green who remembers what it holds.
It does not glitter for everyone, like gold.
Time is her companion. Time leans in close.
It says, 'stay the course.'
A mantra your soul already knows.
There is a difference between beauty and endurance.
Emerald is acquaintance to both.
It stands in my chest, proud.
Not the kind of green that boasts.
This green makes love with pressure.
Surviving what tries to squeeze.
I keep emerald when weakness festers.
So my greatness can unleash.
My first day on the floor as a LVN
I mistakenly agreed to PRN
When I arrived, was sent straight to PICU
Finished out day one up in the NICU
Day two I had an uncaring RNC
She didn’t want to give patient’s TLC
I was asked to go upstairs ASAP
The elevator was out so I arrived SOB
Immediately I was sent to see a PT
and told not to return without his BP
He told me to call the DME
or check over in L&D
“Oh, how did I confuse patient (pt)?
With physical therapist (PT)
The charge nurse asked, “Are you a brand new LVN?”
“Where did you work before? IBM?”
My next patient was none other than the POTUS
accompanied by his beautiful FLOTUS
He’d heard the story of the BP
and laughed so hard he almost was OOB
Don’t worry he joked we are all in GC
Blood Pressure and Bed Pan share the acronym BP
03/14/2021
Written for Acronyms In Couplets Poetry Contest
Sponsored by L. Milton Hankins
Glad iPad so capable that you just can’t dismiss it,
And it’s your best buddy as it’s always near, around;
Thin lightweight, you have the power of a sys, the kit,
As it can do anything which a computer does hound.
You can buy and download apps to place them too,
On any desktop: third, fourth, fifth or even the sixth,
But you need to remember to move your long queue,
Of iBooks onto your iCloud to make space xenolith.
It’s beautiful to look at as it’s pleasing to the eye,
Full 9.7” display with 2048x1536 resolution clarity,
Which is 3.1 million pixels or 3145728 dots to cry,
Out your every screen call and your vids in lucidity.
6.1mm thin and you can fill at ease a 64 bit memory,
It’s dynamic graphics provide A8X chip performance,
An M8 motion coprocessor for your gaming allegory,
And you can sit on it for 10 hours, no charger glance.
The first desktop, the opening screen gives a space,
Of so many different apps for your fine enjoyment:
Photos, the iBooks, mags, Notes and the clock face,
Calendar, Maps, Games, and the Settings cement.
And lets not forget about the necessities at the base,
Email, Safari and iTunes to give instant access, grab,
And the App Store as well - blue - does deftly encase,
Infinite games, word processors and sports apps fab.
Passcode mandatory, nobody invited or to be let in,
Your close relationships can’t render you violated,
Because your private messages are your own bin,
And your own elevation is by your pith proliferated.
And now the Pro Pencil for budding artists, painters,
Who want to digitally sketch, draft or paint portrait:
You can rest your hand on the screen without errors,
And it draws lines, if you pressure, of any weight.