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no one told me it would hurt like this.
like sandpaper scraping through my veins.
head pounding, body aching,
tied and bound with chains.
they never explained the pain I'd feel
or the way my body would shut down.
straining against a sea full of destructive things
and I fear that I might drown.
I don't think I can continue
this is far too much to bear
I crave the habits that numbed the pain
that pulled me out of this despair.
the pills used to set me free,
and I'd drink until I slept
now reality beats me down
the title of sobriety is the only thing I've kept
I miss the times I couldn't feel
the times I can't remember
I don't want to feel this way
just a blink away from a bender
being sober feels like torture
I need the drug-induced bliss
I know this is what's best for me
but no one told me it would hurt like this.
k.s.<3
i want to write a great poem
i want to illustrate despair
i want to illustrate terror
i want to illustrate regret
i want to illustrate remorse
i want to illustrate rage
i wan to illustrate ecstasy
i want to write like william carlos williams
and brilliantly describe the eloquent simplicity of a wagon
i want to use brilliant imagery
i want to document the historical greatness of this era
but the immense burden of this time has made my body weary
so i write this poem
not a great poem
not a bad poem
but a good poem
and once again tell the world
that I hope that what i write
can help to some day bring about
vindication
so decent people
won’t have to go through what i did
and feel what i’ve felt
and fully use their talents
for the betterment of humanity
i don’t know
i want to turn frowns into smiles
i want a world where one day
people won’t be scared
children will be fed
love will be the law
peace among all nations and peoples will prevail
and everyone is an artist
so i don’t know
maybe my future socialist twin will be able to write that great poem for me
so here’s to you, my brother
may you ride, ride strong and high
and may victorious humanity be your horse.
I'm sure this has happened to most of you
You come up with this brilliant thought
Before you have a chance to write it down
It vanishes like a shot
You try and try so hard to remember
This amazing new invention
But your mind's gone south for the summer
And has no capacity for retention
You start to sweat and feel the panic
It was a marvellous new discovery
It was going to change the way of the world
But the odds are slim for recovery
You consider the electric shock treatment
By sticking your finger in a socket
Thought better of it coz your hands were wet
And your hair would take off like a rocket
So you resign yourself and figure it's gone
Suddenly it pops back in your brain
The thing you were trying to remember so bad
Was your mother's and father's last name!
© Jack Ellison 2013
This was written first night of my recovery from complex spinal surgery to fix my paralysis, while in ICU. Still there
.Wee Hours of a Chess Match
I have still been passing
The long, wee hours of a chess match with pain,
Unfairly played as time does not
Permit me even a lit sight
Of the board and I captain the black
Pieces with my limited vision. So,
Even at the very start, my queen was taken,
With her protecting pawn and bishop.
I am a veteran player, but
Notably cautious — unwise for this game —
And particularly with this opponent.
Pain plays no games: striking
Arteries while simultaneously
Poisoning the brain; it strikes
At the soul —hoping the soul will sink with
Christ at the call. Plus, pain uses time and
Strategies to outlast,
To which nearly unending throes of agony
Will testify. Two more of my pawns and a rook are taken.
Pain sizes up to win.
My king captures a lost bishop.
Pain calls me lucky. Observers call me
Too drowsy and my anger sharpens!
Have they no idea of the reserves needed
To calm such a battle into measured breaths?
They claim, See we saw you entranced!
No, but no! I shout. It is a supreme effort
To pacify the nerves while picks stay at
Work to unsettle them.
Another of my rooks is taken.
This is no game. The taken are slaughtered.
There are no negotiations.
The bishops are wanderers before
Even learning for whom their prayers are meant.
Each side should have a multi-directional Angel,
Due more squares than a pawn. Knights fighting for
Pain need to know what that means, so could have
A square cut from their moves. Pawns serving pain
May only run away, take no prisoners, and
Just fall over dead when passed.
”Resilience” is a password for life, not pain.
Fingerprints everywhere, coat the pieces — hopeful
Of defeating pain. Knights do little anymore,
While on earth
As in heaven,burdens are shared and halved :
The war against pain soon, soon...to ease.
Relieve. Believe.
**********. **********. **********. **********
(C) sally Young Eslinger 10/1/2020
I am in a hypnotic TRANCELIKE state, but not a dream.
The pain went away and became a SURREAL discovery.
In these HAZY times, my heart swelled with esteem.
I was in a DREAMLIKE inspired by the natural recovery.
I tumble faint pain, staring at the ETHEREAL paradise.
A yellow dwarf in the SHADOWY flow by a focal spot.
Responsibility outlines our reality until we verbalize.
An overzealous ego caused the IMAGINARY threat.
Hallucinations versus UNREAL degrade over time.
Even though I'm stuck on my bed, afraid of the cold.
A girl using a wet, fluffy towel wiped my tears slime.
I'm so centered today that I can't let my eyes behold.
Dispose of all else, and aid will arise as required.
As I flee earth ties, my vitality and skill grow.
It makes me feel refreshed in my mind.
Spooky areas that reflect the spirits undergo.
Now I'm feeling pretty optimistic and trusting.
My life is back to being fun and lovely subdue.
The natural day is peaceful and hardly reproving
Simply, it's because I was in love with you.
Third place contest winner
Written: May 24, 2021
Writing Prompt - Dreamlike - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
It started out slow
And then it got serious.
I thought it was just a game until you called me kitten
Feelings got in the way when I saw your face
You were trouble from the beginning and I knew it
Using your words in a way to tease and seduce me
Many limits were pushed when I talked with you
Sweet, peaceful and innocent turned into naughty, scary and real
Nobody knew, you were my little secret
Until I was told that you loved me
Perhaps you really did, but then you got clingy
Which turned into overprotective
You made me think that you were all I needed
Getting scared was next to normal and at first it was fun
But unblocking you and allowing you to call me baby was my mistake
Fear made me answer and apologize
Your gas-lighting and guilt tripping made me think it was my fault
When I promised I would not leave, it was a trap
Laying that trap for myself was terrifying
Even though I loved you, I had to let go
The toxicity was suffocating
I do not regret backing away, deleting and blocking you
As a matter of fact, I am proud of me
Thank you for making me stronger and teaching me what my worth is
You were the mistake that needed to happen
There was a time I would save
Rain checks for another day
I was sad and really down
Hoping you would be around
When I tried to cash one in
Excuses would begin again
You would leave me far behind
You were too busy to find
Any time to help a friend
Always stranded in the end
By someone I realized
Was a fake and full of lies
Using me when necessary
Always thinking less of me
And our friendship than I did
Keeping his horns fully hid
A devil disguised as an angel
Only being a nice pal
When he needed me to show
Kindness as the days would grow
Into months of being used
Now I'm lonely and confused
How I could have missed the signs
I was nieve trying to find
Someone I could depend on
Now those days are finally gone
Seeing you for what you are
A user of my kind heart
But now you will see how I
Turn it around as you try
Asking for another favor
Leaving you alone I savor
In the glory I am free
From your evil cruelty
In the quiet of her room she sits alone
The little bottle glimmers a weight of stone.
Once heavy with sadness now light like a breeze
She smiles at the sun feeling soft in the trees.
Pills promised to lift her to chase away night
But they dulled all the colors dimmed every bright light.
She learned to find comfort in the whispers of rain
And dance with her shadows embracing the pain.
With each passing moment she found her own way
In laughter and heartache she learned how to stay.
The world felt much clearer the burdens set free
A journey through darkness now filled with a plea.
But the whispers still linger those echoes of doubt
What if joy is a mask what if love's just a shout?
In the stillness she wonders can she trust what she feels?
Or is peace just a moment a dream that conceals?
So she breathes in the silence her heart starts to mend
With the strength of a river she learns to descend.
For now she is stronger though shadows still roam
In the depth of her spirit she finally feels home.
drink my poison
make some noise again
spill your thoughts into a song
you're not
who you say you are
whispers, old lullabies
washing away at time
night fades into day
as the mornings
begin the play
yesterday's reruns
trickle into dew
seen it all the day before
tomorrows nothing new
drink my poison
make me love once more
like a flower in the rain
i won't bother
to unlock your door
it's nothing anymore
sleeping far less hours
then the moments
fading away
lost yourself
a month ago
stirring in the cold
figured it's time
catching up with age
living by the pages
sunrise the day before
i love you even more
going on to bed right now
i wish you were a sound
images plague my head
i'm glad you're finally found
When winter arrives
Icicles manifest around my heart
The Earth is barren
Roses wilter and decompose
Absorbed within grey dirt
Where oh where does life go?
Does it migrate with the doves?
Does it freeze up in the lakes?
Is it buried within the lonely graveyard?
Carried in the cold breeze
With the dying leaves
In the deepest darkest nights
When the moon restarts its cycle
And you are left invisible
Where oh where does light go?
Does it migrate with the sun?
Or float away like raining clouds?
My solemn heart grows impatient
Knowing I can not go on
Knowing I shall certainly freeze
If winter never ends
Growing jealous of God's powers
Crying sleet and snow
All the time ignored
All the time, frozen in one place
Please oh please don't leave me
Mr. Sunny Sky
I need you oh I need you
Travel back or I shall die
Like a grasshopper jumps from branches
And lands with a thud
In a pile of autumn leaves
And silent is the wind
Death, no... Death consumes me
I can not find the life
And as ice shatters strings
Playing amongst my heart
I fall down next to a flower
...
I close my eyes and smile
A yellow petal dismantles, and lands upon my nose
Life survives in winter
In the smallest of the smallest ways
That's where life goes