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I could tell from the look on his face that things were not going his way, the numbers have been overwhelming but the people have been deceiving him; some people with bad intention tells him what he wants to hear but the reality is finally drawing near and redemption is shouting at the window but I could not tell from whence came that unpredictable sorrows.
The luster has gone out of his face and there was no music in the place and the universe was beckoning him to come. But he was reluctant to move. For one brief moment my eyes met his and the pupil and the retina began to sing without a specific rhythm. Something was not right and all of a sudden a shadow stood by his side and covers him.
The evening drags on and he stumbles along. He stands on the stage with a strange look in his eyes as if someone for him had just died, his droopy eyelid sagged and the hair on his head lay flat and the suit that he was wearing laid haphazardly on him as if he was drinking.
The strength and power have gone out of his voice and the purpose has already die and the people were screaming and shouting but he could not hear them. He stood and stared blindly at them as if he wanted to cry but the tears could not flow.
The night kept rumbling on and I could hear a distance song but I could not tell where it was coming from. I could tell from the look on his face that he didn’t have enough strength to complete the race. He was just going through the motions with solidarity in his heart but from the look of things he was running out of steam. The jokes were gone and his words were falling on the ground and the message was nowhere to be found.
I could tell from the look in his eyes that the rivers have gone dry not one single tear could be found in his eyes; the people's laughter have faded, the shouts and screams have died down and gossip starts circling around. Election was definitely not on his agenda something bigger than that had captivated his mind.
I have never seen him like that before with that sad droopy look on his face, you had better take him to golf court to recuperate before he drops out of the race.
I could tell from the look on his face that he detests being in that place and he was just going through the phase. Reality is just setting in and he has committed a woeful sin. It is time to start the orchestra.
My family doesn't understand
How me and my brain work
Or all the instabilities in my head,
Feeling like I might break
At any point or another,
How I could cry at any moment,
How I am never relaxed at any time,
How I am so untrusting because
Of the trauma I've been dealt
That they don't even know about
I just want to take a day off
But I'm not allowed because
"We never get to see each other much"
And I can't just stay home even though
I've just been through another bad thing
But who cares, get over it, fight on
Well, that's easy to say but is such
Toxic thinking to put down another
And to just say to "get over it",
I'm sorry, but the pain is real
And I just want it to go away
So I want to take a sick day today
But I'm not allowed to take time
To recuperate and recollect myself,
No, I have to go out into public,
A place which never fails to
Make me feel oh-so uncomfortable
And never let me be able to relax
And I like how they say,
"You can relax anywhere as long as you try!"
But that is such utter fallacy for me,
The one who deals with so much anxiety,
I mean, who can blame me for wanting to be
Comfortable in my own house for a day?
To take a day for myself and feel better?
But of course, that isn't a thing I get
And they try to empathize with me,
But they only use themselves and don't
Even try to understand what I might feel
Compared to how they would,
Like they are just telling themselves
What to do, not even me anymore
Like I'm not the subject anymore,
But since when was I ever?
Not like I'm the one that matters,
"Oh, well your grades are good, move on"
But they put so much effort into
My siblings who don't do as great,
"You're doing that? That's great, that's fine"
But they push my siblings to do things,
Never a thought about me,
Or any reason to put any effort in me
Although, I guess I'm lucky since
I don't need their help, not that even
When they gave it to me it was any good
They talk me down now about not
Bottling up my emotions, but they were
The ones to first instill the idea in my head,
Never letting us be anything but
Completely and utterly happy, otherwise
You were told to stop and stamp it out
I'm sorry I'm not perfect,
But that's not what you raised me to be,
I guess in the end, family does not
Always know best
Written on March 20, 2021
It was a quick exchange….
one glance and it was as i’ve known him my whole life
It was a quick touch
One touch that kept me up every single night
THE YOUTH OF MY UNREQUITED INFATUATION..
The thing that no one tells you about love is that it comes at anytime
And no one is required...to reciprocate.. It's truly…..sublime??
No matter how many times my heart beat out of my chest
No matter how many times my love was expressed
No matter how much i tried not to look obsessed
No matter how much i tried to suppress
It was obvious to you and those around
That the sight of you picked me up off the ground
But what they didnt know is that I needed you!
I needed you to help conceal my problems
I needed you to help heal and solve em
I thought that the thought of your pale skin would help me recuperate
But even the thought of you steered me everywhere but straight
Still I put on a smile daily and wished myself luck
Yet i was still struck with the reality of rejection
THE YOUTH OF MY UNREQUITED INFATUATION
Everything about him and I just seemed to click
Every Part of me wanted my temporary happiness to stick
When listening to his pain i would hold back
For the fear that if i released my pain he would see what “normalness” i lacked
I tried to distract myself with the fact that the feeling was not mutual
I tried to replace him but he was different...he was unusual
Me attempting to replace him was pure blunder
Though i was in a relationship with another i was left to ponder
Over the thought that,that quick gaze
Distracted me from reality and through me directly in a daze
I know that i'm at fault...my attachment issues have me in a rut
I tried with all my might to give up on you but
How dare I stop loving you, how dare I give up
How dare you not accept me...is my love not enough
THE YOUTH OF MY UNREQUITED INFATUATION
I know that me calling him “the love of my life” and “love at first sight” sounds a bit cliche
But even now as i’m sleep i can't get rid of the sight of his face
Though I can't go back in time
I would be lying if i said i didn't want him to become mine
The events that took place in a remote area of New Mexico about 230 miles south of Los Alamos during the predawn hours of July 16, 1945 forever changed the world. In the early morning darkness the incredible destructive powers of the atom bomb, code-named "Trinity", were first unleashed, and what had been merely theoretical became reality. Said General Groves, head of the Manhattan project, "We were reaching into the unknown and we did not know what might come of it". Some feared the consequences of radio-active fallout on civilian populations surrounding the test site. Observers were sent to surrounding towns to monitor the results of the blast and medical teams were kept on alert. But the hope and the focus was on the feeling that we now had the means to ensure a speedy conclusion to the war and save thousands of American lives.
A bit over 400 miles north, north east of the blast on that early morning in July, in a
small Panhandle farm, a girl of 17 rose, as was her daily custom, to milk the cows by
hand, she being the youngest child and only girl of second-generation Polish immigrants who made their living by raising maize and wheat, cows and chickens and selling their milk and eggs in the small town nearby. But less than a month after the July 16th test of the atomic bomb, this otherwise seemingly healthy girl fell into such a malaise that she could not even get out of bed much less carry on with her assigned chores on the farm. She was brought to a hospital in Amarillo and eventually discharged with no diagnosis other than she must have had a nervous breakdown due to some kind of female hysteria. She was sent away to a convent to recuperate but no one, least of all her parents, ever really knew what could have caused her sudden “nervous breakdown” that took place downwind and less than a day’s drive from that first historic explosion of the atomic bomb.
The Devil’s watch has started and the time is consummate
A strange and tranquil calmness mocks our terrifying wait
There, just beyond our window moves like fearsome reprobates
A pair of tortuous demons meant all Hell to perpetrate
We will not yield in panic! We will not abdicate!
The oaths we swore, though did not know what fortune could mandate
Then all at once the door explodes like Hell’s infernal gate
And from its raw primordial wound two creatures detonate
A thunderous commotion rings as demons orchestrate
Concussive pandemonium ‘til heads reverberate
Our precious things and property? Just grist to lubricate
The cogs and gears of ruin in their trek to decimate
All supplications fail to slow or cause to deviate
The terrors’ stupefying quest to misappropriate
It seems no thing that we hold dear shall realize escape
Each second’s an eternity, yet hours accelerate
And suddenly as it began, the anarchy abates
Back to their lair they are recalled and though they hesitate
To disobey their Master’s voice they dare not contemplate
So final mischief they perform then through the door gyrate
Perdition’s gate they seal once more, no fear can infiltrate
Now silence will return again and we’ll recuperate
In time the fear will disappear and doubts evaporate
So order once again returns, our world to dominate
Yet in our minds there still exists (though we equivocate)
Confession for the origin of this despairing state
For harsh parental curse once made we can’t repudiate
What went around has come around to now reciprocate
Thus progeny of progeny is ours to expiate
We can’t take back what Nature in its wisdom still dictates
"I hope your children grow up to be JUST LIKE YOU!" still grates
And devil’s laughter is the fee we pay to procreate
Date: December 19, 2018
Contest Name: Give Me Goosebumps Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
Passing Through The Moment
Aesthetic communion for an artist in a ghetto
Prosthetic student union that is only there for the power show
Anaesthetic ex-communion for a doctor who does not want to go
Prophetic graceful union of the ones who seem to always know
Consummate reliance on another person for your relief
Don’t abdicate defiance before you’re consumed by all the grief
Illustrate the violence with the pen in disbelief
Communicate in silence while your left to possess only self belief
Impervious observers of the current situation of mankind
Discourteous serves the capitulation of this kind
Subservience swerves around direct attention as it affects a persons mind
Luxurious nerves are in retention as they wonder what the authorities will find
A child combining emotion with an elegance of innocence and need
A wild defining notion that denies the rich man of his greed
Beguiled by signing into the commotion I can do nothing but pay heed
Reviled divining oceans deprived of life so humanity can feed
Catastrophic implications for the latest politician in the news
Misanthropic consternations as they’re coming across as rather rude
Off topic conversations that have put me off my food
Electronic elevations that now decide what’s right and viewed
Altruistic gains for those with enough cash to be generous
Optimistic pains for he who can’t maintain the obstreperous
Deterministic rains are pouring on the intellectually venemous
Surrealist saints are mourning what it means to be classified as degenerate
I can’t elucidate the echoes in my mind today
I shant recuperate unless I find the beauty in the decay
I want to rejuvenate the times and see the truth along the way
As a renewed debate starts the incline to illuminate the way
By Elizabeth Moroz copyright 2025
Are you sitting down? Sit here, momentarily in this chair.
Let me convey to you something so very important.
Your body is unhinged to get mended will be a feat.
You must consume these pills, then obey those rules.
Forget your mannerisms and the way you even reason.
Everything you’ve ever celebrated is going to dissolve.
Pray to your messiah now with each waking day.
Your body must succumb for it to ever recuperate.
Everyone has an opinion but none have answers.
Sickness, pain and anguish with each petite step.
Tubes, needles and poison are the only solution.
Unhealthiness is hard to overcome, “please go away”.
Concealing the expressions in my hands sobbing, aching,
Occasionally wishing my conclusion was already here.
Foresight that the next day will only elevate anguish,
Swiftly I must awaken for this a new day has come!
“Why? Don’t force me! I ache, this future bleak!”
Inspiration came I knew that I had to ascend, reawaken.
Why today? I know why! It’s the assessment time.
Pressing forward, desiring worthy news to discover.
Optimistic that when his mouth agape I will be clear.
The inactivity induces more angst then the distress.
With many souls here, when did this supervene and why.
The seating room so crowded yet I only think for myself.
No longer distracted by my ailment I now pray for them.
Each can get through this let them envision my resolve.
Be firm, be courageous mustn’t sway from the objective.
Please lord; give these others the strength to overcome.
Being an unmerciful road, I hope the masses fare as well.
Throat knotting up and my eyes begin to fill with tears.
Hearing his voice petrifies my soul and yet encourages.
Walking in smiling, his exclamation so wonderful.
It’s gone, it has disappeared, finally time for me to rejoice.
Form:
Wild woman twirls her scythe with the power of the confident.
Mastery of underwater breathing aids her in her quest to fix the sea.
Scent of lilacs wafts off her.
I marvel that she has no idea she is attractive.
She is more humble than most beautiful can be.
Dolphins scatter, because we have tried to play with her,
But she does not play.
She is serious about getting the garbage out of the sea.
It is her day and night quest.
I have watched her fight many battles for the rest of us.
She does not tire.
Seems to have energy until each battle is won.
Where she goes to recuperate is unknown.
It is her! The sharks whisper.
For even the man eating of their kind are afraid.
Wild Woman has been in full tilt serious mode all of the time,
since she was a toddler goddess child.
I blame her grandparents who raised her, and never let her be carefree.
She has never had a day of laughing or playing.
Wild woman has sensed something.
I watch her pause. She marches toward a large gray blob in the ocean.
Whether it be man or beast,
she is nothing but courageous in her determined sway.
The champion of sea corals, sirens, whales, and variety of sea life.
She feels every aspect of the sea concerns her.
She protects us in every way.
It will be a lucky god who takes this superior sea goddess for his wife.
Although she is independent and will be all right if she stayed single.
Something I cannot say about most sea goddesses.
The sirens would probably disagree.
They are often gloating about their wiles in catching their mermen.
Due to her self-confidence and determination,
Wild Woman would do okay whether single or alone.
I can vouch for her. But as a dolphin, I do wish she would learn to play.
I Saw A Light
Enlightenment Hope & Harmony advanced to help
reuniting our warm bodies disregarded the period
of our aloneness when far apart we were over
a decade.
Harmony enables us love each other having
everything to gain allowing our hope not to fail
notice how deeply in touch our instincts are,
those endless years of being separated,
will succeed to enlighten our nights, not to
abandon each others arms.
Hope will never sense the feeling of being senseless,
we will generate great power to recuperate
time lost by exhaling our passions breathing while
watching an illusion of one big red heart appearing on top
of a humble humming wave,
Forever In Love.
Destiny suddenly turned its way when realizing
a greater force does exist, although she never yelled
or called for help when being in distress, now he is
here spending the night undisturbed to enjoy the
happenings that awaits in that panoramic refuge.
Their arising love will be demonstrated while flying
half naked towards the oceans crashing waves to
harmonize parts of their bodies, feel the depth of yearning
to excel in their coming life, desire to love and make
love on the shore while listening to the melody of the
waves splashing with tremendous power to wash away
anyone who will dare break them apart, belonging
to long for each other, a promise will keep them
united eternally.
The evening ended prepared to engrave those
three words on our chests,
Enlightenment Hope and Harmony
trusting our bodies never to be separated ever again.
Therese Bacha (Win No. 2)
23/4/2013
For the contest of Russel Sivey. Harmony Hope , and Enlightenment
The Monologue of Mr Grief
(A lone voice whispers)
Some people I know
Like to wear their hearts on their sleeves
And smile at the world
Wherever they go
It's so much more courageous and revolutionary
Then I can ever conceive
I like to keep mine under deep cover so it can recuperate and try to breathe
From all the subtle Kübler-Ross wars, I've recently endured
As I seek a means to quell all these tragic sensations which must be cured
For I know deep down they need to run their course
As I lay tapping my feet listening to the bustling wind as it blows yonder
I always ponder
The why's and the what for's
The means and themes of all that depressing pain that eventually follows home
Each time that so delicious memories' tablet I delicately swallow
For I know
Things will never be the same and I take my hat off and bow
To all those who suffer in silence but smile
Wherever they go
As they wear their hearts on their sleeves
For to little old me
It's just a crazy concept and one I can never believe
For inside now I'm without you
I'll just wander in solitude
Living on my own and some nights when I'm sat alone
In our old home
Sipping lemonade and gin
Thinking about the last time I saw your beautiful face
Touched your soul as we rolled around playfully
Wrapped up together in twenty-five minutes of sin
We thought would last forever
Until illness came creeping in and called you home
I'll forever just grieve
Walking around
With my heart hidden
Carefully
Under my sleeves
Copyright John Duffy
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