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I wake to see a wall
Made of matter so bright
That it's pitch black
First I see the gray wisps
Floating and hovering above the mass
Then I see the arms
They are red
They pull away from the dark mass
The dark mass that is it's body
And they reach
The arms grab all they can
Pulling everything into the hazy black
Consuming all
Stepping closer, I am confronted
I do not run
Overcome with fear
Then I understand
First I smell it
The smell of meat
On a barbeque
Roasting in a fire
Then I see it
The bodies of people
Scattered across the floor of my room
How did I not notice this?
Instead of running
I try to stand
But I am already too weak
And I sink to my knees
Fear is up
Terror is down
Fear is right
Terror is left
Fear is inside
And terror is outside
I know I can not escape this fate
So I wonder how
How did this black haze get such
strength?
It started off small
Growing bigger with each person
Every victim it killed
They each were scared
Fueling it
Until they burned in the fire
Causing their fear to go into the air
Then spreading like a disease
Catching me
I caught it
I got sick
Sick with fear
But I have to admire
This haze's fury
It goes on without end
Ambitious to get us all
And it does
It will
Eventually
Then I realize something
If I run from my fear
I will run forever
Never getting away to a safe place
Then I develop a new emotion
Curiosity
I want to learn more about this
So I put my hand in my bed
Using all the support I can get
And I stand
I hear a soft hissing
As I know it is talking
I just don't understand yet
I want to learn this language
Leaning in, the hiss and sizzle
Become clearer
Louder and louder
Beginning to make sense
The arms reach out again
This time they come for me
They grab me
They start to pull
I am tempted to resist
To get away
But I know the others
The dead cowards
They tried to run
And just look where they are now
So I decide I will be different
I want to be a first
So when the wisps lick my ankles
I jump
Right into the black mass
Into the arms
They hug me
I feel the warmth
The fire is bright now
And I understand it
The fire wants me
I let it have me
And then
I burn, too.
I wake to see a wall
Made of matter so bright
That it's pitch black
I recognize this
And now I understand
I have to run.
Monday morning comes alive with the piston train speeding by, thousands of people gather at the gate and crowd the platform before it was too late.
Monday morning full of passion with hangover lingering in the shower, a change of clothes and alcohol on breath the impatient driver is starving to death but a passenger was just in time to save his life with a mug of coffee, spicy donuts, and cinnamon bagel. He has an appetite as big as a lark and when his passenger emerges from the dark he flips the script.
Monday morning stumble through the street and the traffic and city sound disrupt my heart beat; business women and business men tunnel through the crowd and the vendors on the other side bellowing in the air selling merchandise in the early morning.
Everyone with conceited mind presses through the thick crowd and everyone talking very loud and even the quiet one expose his ambitions.
The crowd in the street began to swell and the small school bus and big trucks rubbing side by side speeding down the street trying to outdo one another and the children scream and shout and laugh out loud when the driver pull away from each other.
Cars and van honking their horn as the traffic converge at the stoplight and an impatient fellow came out of nowhere and speed through the crowd and collide in a big tree on the side of the road.
There you go again; the traffic lined up around the bend and
the cops were swift to pick up the dead and the traffic come to a standstill.
The ambulance began to shout with red lights blazing from the hill and busy nurses in the back resuscitating the deceased back to life but it was a feat on which destiny rely.
The traffic began to flow and a radiant light burst through the sky and lit up the entire street.
Across the distant the sound of the Piston train has completed the sixth round and destiny billows through the angry town.
It did not stop at the usual stops and the people were unhappy about that, but the train picks up the speed and continue to barreled down the street.
It got out of control and Monday morning began to roll and the piston train empty its contents in the bush and set ablaze.
And birds in the bushes gather around to give their condolences to the relics scattered on the ground and the Piston train broke in several pieces.
Into your being, Aeolus blew
an enthusiastic hunger,
Driving your curious and passionate nature
To swirl together in an eclectic dance,
Displaying a prismatic array of imaginative hues,
a zealous vortex, a colorful blur.
You were alive in a way very few
Ever were
This was you.
People said you were a mess,
a faltered and broken soul, they'd say,
an albatross placed around one's neck,
a sinking ship, a ball, and chain—
a disaster not yet made.
With jealous words, they chose to speak
but I saw the magic
they were too blind to see.
Your chaos was brilliant;
you were beautiful to me.
You calmed in my presence
enough that I could see
your aura painted with every color known to be.
And when your eyes met mine,
I could tell
they saw beyond my earthly shell.
And within your essence of spinning hues,
I saw something else there too:
a sadness,
a sadness I swore to love out of you,
to preserve the magic in your dance.
So I gave you my loyalty, time, and patience
for my love already lived within your essence’s grasp,
I was determined to heal the tear in your heart,
to mend without scars all your shattered parts.
While in my soul's embrace,
your shadows seemed to wane.
With time, the darkness did ascend—
you felt no more pain,
no heaviness within.
But as the shadows left your face,
your cyclonic presence softened its pace.
With your heart filled
and your sadness erased,
I watched your vortex still
and its colors fade.
Happy and whole, you felt content
in the family we created, in the life we lived.
Feeling ashamed, I began to pull away,
remorseful, burying the ache I could not explain.
I was angry with my own heart
for feeling confused—
in the absence of your color, I had lost my muse.
For the murder of inspiration,
my love stands accused,
missing all the initial cues
that the sadness I sought to remove
was more important to me
than I ever knew
I understand now what your sadness did—
it held open the wound where your magic lived.
And the pain that wound made, it gave like a gift,
stitching new feeling to every color it bled.
And with every new color, reality bent,
giving birth to a finale of colorful spark
That ignited the beautiful whirlwind of chaos
I loved with every ounce of my heart
Many say that everyone gives up on them. The sad reality, is that all to often, this is painfully true.
But then, you find someone. Someone different. Someone who has endured more for you than anyone else has. Someone who has over & over proven to be true to you. Someone who has proven to be trustworthy, loyal, honest, & care for you through thick and thin. They hold tightly to you no matter what you throw at them, simply because they love you.
Now, picture that person physically embracing you. You hold them at first. But soon your arms start to grow tired. You begin to question it. "Why would this person so strongly embrace me, when everyone else has walked away?" You begin to lose faith in this person's promise to you. Although they continue to embrace you; you loosen your grip.
Further contemplating, you begin to doubt your own worth. Moreso, you second guess this other person that is so tightly bound to you, & you drop your arms to your side. Although they still hold you tightly, you continue to doubt: "Why should I put forth the effort for someone who will surely walk away?" You are certain that the effort's worthless. But despite convincing yourself that it's too good to be true, they still hold you tightly. They love you. They have no reason, nor desire, to leave you.
You don't understand why they are still there. It's almost bothersome. "Why are they still holding so tightly, when SURELY they will leave in the end?" It makes you uncomfortable, so you begin to pull away. But they just pull you back. They remind you that they are here to stay. They hold you tighter, & insist it will be okay. All they ask is that you have faith in them; as they have had faith in you.
You won't have it. You can't. So you begin to fight them off. But while you push, shove, and try to beat them away, they do not fight back; they only continue to hold you.
You finally manage to pry their arms off of you, but they barely catch you with their hands; & again pull you close.
You struggle & fight to rip them off of you. "Noone could possibly want to stay this badly, it doesn't make sense!" The thought of someone loving you so much doesn't seem real, so it scares you. You can't be hurt again. So you must fight off any potential heartache...
To be continued...
A Stranger in Love
My memories are beyond my grasp.
I cannot reach what is out so far.
The pain I feel in my lonely Soul
Will not heal and will not leave a scar.
I shout at you, kick you and call you names.
My frustration makes me attack
and although you leave me for a short lonely time
for some reason you always come back.
You must think I'm so cold and heartless,
While I sit here watching you cry.
You feel sad that I don't remember you,
yet all I wonder is why
Who is this person? I keep asking myself,
so kind and friendly and sweet.
You fluff my pillows and wash my hair
but I love when you massage my feet.
I am confused by the way you look in my eyes.
Like a stranger in love at first sight
I can't understand why you're here all the time.
Why you stay here all day and all night
Some things you've said are familiar
like the day we saw our daughter crawl,
or the ring you placed on my finger,
or that kiss in the water fall.
It is strange that I feel I can trust you.
How I enjoy you holding my hand,
yet I pull away, angry and scared
as these feelings I don't understand.
Why do I like this strangers' arms,
wrapped around me and keeping me warm?
I feel like I'm where I'm supposed to be,
like my soul is somehow reborn.
The sound of your beating heart in my ear
makes me smile while you cradle my palm.
I suddenly feel safe and smothered with love
and it's strange how you make me feel calm
Why do I feel like I'm falling in love,
with this stranger I do not know?
Who is this Angel sent from the heavens?
Who I hope will never go.
All of a sudden you sing me a song,
that reminds me of who you are.
In a flash I am flooded with memories of joy.
You're my best friend, my lover, my star.
As I fall to sleep with a smile on my face
I gently call your name.
This Angel is not a stranger at all
and I'm in love all over again.
I'm surrounded by love as I fall to sleep
in the arms of my one true love
My dreams are full of happiness and joy
and I'm thanking the heavens above.
I wake in the morning feeling fresh and restored
as I open my eyes up wide
I search for a memory as I'm lonely and lost
with a stranger sat by side.
By Matthew Robinson
*This is an actual letter that I wrote to my father, so it's not written in any form of
poetry in mind. It just comes from the heart, and I think that's the best kind of
poetry. I know the grammer is proper, but I my eyes were full of tears and that's the
last thing I cared about at the moment*
Dear Father,
I have a question for you. Do you hate me or something? Because it seems like no
matter what I do, I do it wrong, and no matter what I say I'm being whinny or rude.
I'm sorry if I've upset you, but I don't believe I have. I have been so nice to you and
helped you out a lot these past few months and all I get in return is hurt. I ndon't
understand why you always have to be mean to me. You tell me to tell you how I
feel, but when I do I get yelled at for it, because I'm just a 'PUNK 17 YEAR OLD". I
don't know why I've been so nice to you when you treat me like the scum of the
earth. So can you please explain it to me? You've told us stories about how your dad
was such a jerk and how he pushed you all away, and I'm sorry, but I don't really
see a difference between you two. You're pushing all of us kida away from you and
making us not want to be around you. You're making me cry everyday and I know
for a fact you're hurting everyone else too. I'm not trying to be whinny or rude, or
even hurt your feelings with this letter, but I thought you would want to know what
you're doing to me. And how you're me not even want to live at home anymore. I
remember back before Evony, you were way nicer and you didn't drink as much. We
actually did stuff, like play cards, just the two of us, right before I went to bed. But
now when we do that, we have to play by your computer so you can still play your
stupid game. You can't even pull away from that STUPID GAME for ten minutes to
play a game with your daughter, and show her that even though you may not show
it, that you do still love her. It's really hurting me to write this, and I'm sure it hurts
you to read it, but I'm hoping that by writing this letter, I will no longer cry because
of you every night. Even though you may hurt me all the time, I do still love you. And
I hope you still love me too, even though I'm not sure if you do anymore.
Love Sierra
Form:
these fingers want to click
out the words that accurately emphasize
the magnitude of the sudden
suffering i feel
a deep melancholy
that sprang at me
out of the dark
beyond my velveteen bed
but these fingers can't seem
to do this feeling justice
i feel heavy
laden down with the weight of too many
bad nights
and the terror previously felt
never quite fades
its light never completely goes out
as it burns this hole in my pocket
these memories are painful
as if that flame had touched my fingertip
and the reflex to pull away is strong
matched though by the urge to hold still
and see what fire can do
i want to shut eyes in sleep
but cannot seem to resign myself
to leaving this particular emptiness
for another just yet
for emptiness is what this
feels like
a gaping hole it seems i’ve been able
to avoid
where no one seems to fit
and no one cares too hard to try
i’ve rebuilt and rebuilt myself
every time another wing of the house falls
but it always seems as if
by the time i’ve driven the last nail in
another wall has collapsed
taking a piece of my mind
with it
so there are always gaping holes
in my consciousness
places where something i’ve lost
or not yet found
is supposed to be
and i can’t seem to find anything else
that will do
at least for a little while
only sometimes does this feeling surface
leading me to think
to hope that this is only another
figment of my imagination
it is so real
it feels so settled
deep in my chest
worming its way through my head
soon it could take over my entire being
making me one big hole
a vast shell of nothing
unless i don’t let it
but how to stop nothing
how am i supposed to throw
out of my head
something that doesn’t exist
has no tangible evidence that it is here
and can only be identified by listening closely
to the gravity and leaden quality
of the sweet lilting voice
that flows from these bitten lips
i will fall tonight
into a sleep as if into an abyss
hoping that when i land in wakefulness
this will be gone again
the hole will go back into hiding
and i'll be able to enjoy
any measure of pensivity
to my secretly broken heart's content
Arriving at the restaurant
I am the friend of a friend
A stranger to most
Introductions are brief
Too many names to remember
For my overworked brain
But I smile
Make polite conversation
Feeling awkward and ill at ease
I sense someone behind me
I turn quickly
Our eyes lock
Your stare so intense
I cannot look away
I feel emotional
My heart beats faster
As I observe the passion in your eyes
I know we will be together
From opposite ends of the longest table
I feel your eyes bearing into me
The chemistry between us so powerful
The wanting in your eyes
My imagination runs wild
Each glance sending a shock through my body
I know what you’re thinking
I don’t even know your name
You smile at me, eyes twinkling
I melt
I feel warm inside
I relax in your presence
The meal is finally over
We retire to the garden terrace
Comfortable yet excited
I feel as nervous as a teen
Without hesitation
You walk slowly towards me
We start to talk, your eyes fixed solely on mine
I watch your kissable lips as you speak
My mind drifts
I smile
You smile back
Oh yes, we will be together
Standing next to your tall stature
I feel protected
Coveted and safe
You move closer
Placing your hand gently on the small of my back
You send shivers down my spine
Every hair on my body is standing to attention
Hormones on full alert
I cannot pull away from you
I don’t want to
I want you closer
As close as can be
As the music starts
You take my hand
Our bodies sway to the rhythm
Arms wrapped around my waist
Touching me
Driving me insane with desire and lust
We fit like a glove
Moving slowly to the music
Our bodies in tune
Your lips snuggle into my neck
I sigh with pleasure
The music stops
The night is ending
I do not want to say goodbye
I want this night to last forever
Leaning in towards me
For a good night kiss
Your lips touch mine
Igniting the passion between us
From that moment on
We are truly together
This night will last forever
For For the contest, Trashed #4, sponsor, Broken Wings.
Entered and trashed in I'm in the mood for love contest November 2015
Secret Poet 1966 Sarah Bryant
I had an early nap last night without a drop of tear coming from my eyes, the day was exhausting my spirit was reeling and an early nap was enough to set my spirit free.
The environment with all its sediment kept spitting negative energy at me, I had to pull away from it and find a quiet place to sit. In the cool of the day master breeze passed my way and drench me in the midday sun.
I absorb the energy from the sun and I had no outlet for it run, so I set two bags cement on my head and a wooden box to store delicacy underneath my bed. It’s amazing how the spirit speaks, and you have to listen to your own heart beat and when the moon is by your side you can feel that warmth bubbling up inside.
There are days when the world enlarges around me, and there is no one to comfort me, I had to drink cold water from the faucet and saturate myself in nature. I become one with the plants and absorb the energy from the tree, and meditate in the silence of the day.
Sometimes the birds keep my company whenever I feel lonely; it’s a joy to watch the young birds learning to fly and the little duckling swimming in the pond besides their mother brings tears to my eyes. It is such a joy to watch them keeping afloat when there is little hope.
Whenever the day barks at me, I have to walk a hundred degrees in the sun to look at my destiny on the run, and when my vision is not clear I often walk to the cross roads and penetrate the four directions and lost myself in the dimension.
East west north and south will take you to where you want to go. The sun rises in the east and it sleeps in the west, it's cold up north and its warm down south, you must check your emotion and decide which way you want to go.
This day is different and the burden feels lighter and for the first time I felt someone walking close by side, I could feel its presence and a pure energy pouring from the heavens.
It is the energy from the sun that has everyone on the run and the fourth of July on which everyone relies gives me hope to cross over on the big boat. The timing is right when your mission is planted in the sky. Happy fourth of July.
I am, for the most part, most scared to speak.
Not because I don't necessarily have anything to say,
My mouth, alongside the virility of my brain, just seem to like putting me in reticence
But even in the fortunate instance that my mind doesn't wander into insanity at the thought,
I would still seal my mouth with golden chains
I would let the raining consequences rust it more shut
Spoken so, one would think such strong speech flew just out of a god
But for very antonymous reasons, I decide to favor most and keep the unfathomable out of doom's way
Those reasons come back to one simple yet deadly proclamation
TRUTH
We'd think a civilization that's fought so hard to be globally accepted, respected
One that holds itself on such a high pedestal, you'd be condemned to an endless fall if one jumped
One that claims autonomy over every single living and non-living creatures alike
Would be open to TRUTH
To date, the ones who've foolishly let their intelligence get the best of them
The ones who, amidst idiotic and ignorant surroundings they had to endure,
Decided to venture into the world of TRUTH
Were shoot off the pedestal so quick one would've mistaken it for a god
And then they fell and fell and fell and fell so deeply some lived through their last breath, falling
And at last, all the unlucky ones got through to TRUTH.
It was another world, maybe infinitely larger, ethereally brutal, and hauntingly peaceful
Instead of oceans, this world materialized into one main thing: REALIZATION
Realizations like the fact that my brain is just protective
Realizations that my identity has reeked through mud so many times
Realization that it wasn't just mistaking it for god but that this god is the mistake
Because the truth is that this god never sacrifices
He wrecks havoc till everything offers oblation
Truths like these that would put some on chokehold
But I won't waste good air, getting to a point where the only thing I incite is murderous rage.
Realization that for most, it looks just like that—a void to be fallen into, a place to quickly pull away from a single
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