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So consumed by the feeling
Nothing about this is healing
Mind so full of unknowns
The rest of your being groans
Thumping head pain from every direction
Thoughts go in the wrong trajection
Spinning with the worst case scenarios
Hearing nothing from the stereos
The only thing heard is the voice inside
Horrible thoughts must subside
Every eventuality portrayed
Only the mind that betrayed
No clear thought or positivity
Just reminders of probability
So much could go upside down
Stress and anxiety forcing me to drown
The weight of the world on the shoulders
Straight ahead are massive boulders
No way to skirt around
Only one way is mountain bound
Legs dragging with every step
Trying to focus not to misstep
Fear controlling every action
Every option is dissatisfaction
Fear is the one in control
Fear has stolen my soul
Lonely night
Losing mind
He chugs a bottle of champagne
Nobody is with him to celebrate
Plans canceled
Failed proposal
Broken problems
Loud Stereos
Romantic songs
Rose petals all around the floor
As he dances all by himself
Teary eyes
Shaky voice
Broken problems
Silver ring
Lovely bride
He looks up touching his chest
Losing the girl who ran away
Wasted him
Left alone
Broken problems
LONELY AT THE TOP
Amidst the cheers, a lonesome sound,
A throne of solitude, I have found.
The top is where victory flames brightly burn.
After the wars, I'm still sticking to my gun.
Though my victories swim in melancholy,
Even the laurels didn't bring good jolly.
My eye weep sore in a lamboginny,
the search for serenity births cacophony.
OML!!! How have I gotten here,
Constructing this barren atmosphere?
I've been writing songs from my eyelids,
My voice behind stereos are mere reeds
And my tears are the ink from a ball pen.
Drowning but they never understood back then.
How am I here?
Staring at starry stars with stained stare,
celebrating a fraction in intoxicated cheer,
whereas those victories are mere two-thirds.
I spent an hour writing just four words:
"Lonely At The Top."
Fame offers material love built on tin ropes,
But don't allow adulation to raise your hopes,
Though I see the acme & peak of glory,
a lofty height, where the world views my story.
The top's lonesome throne of solitude,
Still vulnerable despite the fortitude.
My happiness is simply collateral.
My expensive protection isn't even eternal.
Yet my shadow dances in golden light,
Ephemiral ambience is my co delight.
Rubbies are the least I could offer,
Dollars & pounds scattered on my sofa
But a voice keeps telling me it's over
when I was trying to have a ball,
Shopping carelessly in nature's mall.
"You won't be top forever," the voice whispers.
"You'll answer the clarion's call in death fitters."
It's lonely at the top.
VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? October 2023.
For you
I would
create a mixtape
which I know is an ancient technology but
with me and you it is just that simple.
I race to you like we used to rush into each other's arms in highschool
where our only concern was whether or not we could get the courage to talk to each other without shaking.....
This is the playlist that I would prepare for you.
First and foremost I'd put Hate to see you go by The colour fred
Because it is true as the song has said
Truly if I could I would become a
sculptor...
I would place the unformed chunk of my clayself and spin.
Create myself in the image of your ideal perfection.
I would spin
Faster than the spools could play the songs on re-wind
I want so badly to make an impresion
and I know that the the tape can only contain up to 35 minutes for you to get the underlying
message
October Nights, by Yellowcard
will follow soon after
because that exotic night in your car
where the street lights were our blankets
is constantly on replay in my mind
Right before the heavy nod of sleep
I daydream
You are laying beside me, and in this private realm of thought
We travel like archeologists over the naked lay of our connected bodies
and I live through the pleasure that this daydream explodes into my mind like
parasympathetic nerve ending fireworks
Remember will play softly by Allister
and I'll hold onto the hope that you will forgive me of this time in our lives where I have to
press pause
for I am broken still
Knaans waving flag will resound from your stereos
For 'tis this soundtrack where my battle cry is derived
I know it is just the beginning but I will push myself past my barriers
Pieces by Sum 41 will be your lullaby
because this is the song that brought back the blue into my gray eyes
Hopefully side one will bring you comfort
because you are everything I am looking for in a guy
I am but a broken winged robin who has got to learn once more to fly.
and lastly Blink 182's I miss you
Because there is not a moment in the day where my mind wanders back to you
Form:
Do you remember the song
The one
From the time
When we were young,
and so was the night
That echoed from our stereos,
We used to lay in a bed of sand
Under a chandelier of stars
hand in hand
Your face
Under the beautiful pale glow
Glistened
You know you were the
the lighthouse to MY heart
During a time
in my developing years, when things seemed dark
Do you remember that the long strands of grass
That seemed to stretch and sway
How your love seemed to take me away,
Ocean birds scuttled across the shore, and the seagulls soared
Whispering secrets, giggling and Hiccups
Lost into the mist
First love,
Is the essence of Innocence.
Do you remember the song?
The one we would play when we were young
When we believed we were untouchable, jesus we were so strong.
When Faith in love, brought forth the courage
To make believe we were gods
No matter, together we would face the odds.
I remember the song,
But sometimes, you gotta face the dawn.
And the tumultuous
Ocean can have an agenda of its own
Sometimes, You have to change the radio station
and find another song.
The tiger shark had a good twenty more years of living to do.
Of living to do, of living to do! (This is the refrain). Refrain from singing it.
But because she eats everything she sees, the tiger shark died today.
Refrain:
She died today, she died today, the Tiger Shark, she died today.
Great singing!
It is your fault and mine. Yes,
we are to blame if we ever tossed a cup into the sea.
If we ever dropped our phone or wallet in the ocean.
If we ever lost our child on a shore line.
Because the tiger shark has no filter.
Everything goes in – TVs, stereos, horses. Everything.
Refrain:
Poor tiger shark, poor tiger shark. It is our fault! It is our fault!
Note: If you personally have been polluting the water,
you need to change that last refrain to:
Refrain:
Poor tiger shark, poor tiger shark. It is my fault! It is my fault!
Still on board here?
Why do we allow pollution? Why do we allow people to litter our beaches?
Who is going to step up?
Refrain:
A tiger shark is dead. A young one too. Dead because of me and you.
Great singing!
Now, a little more action please.
It’s that time of year again
when lights are strung, wreaths are hung
and glass balls in every color and shape dangle,
sparkling from evergreen branches
in homes, displayed in front windows
with plastic Santas, (some waving)
standing in Styrofoam snow
for all who pass to see
Department stores are all a shimmer
with sweaters and mittens
lining shelves in themes of red and green,
as illumined reindeer hover overhead
the frantic shopping crowds while
sales clerks wear red pointed hats
with white furry balls atop
City streets are draped in
silver and gold glistening garland,
offering season’s greetings
as even traffic lights seem festive
with “Jingle Bells” blaring from
car stereos through open windows
inviting the cold air in
And I chuckle,
not in a bad way, perhaps in a selfish way
for you see, I know that this is me,
no matter what time of the year it is
because my heart is decorated
with the most beautiful ornament
I could ever find…your love
And every day is Christmas to me…
Written for The Heart of Christmas poetry contest
Sponsored by Mystic Rose
Tippy toeing across the desert sand cracked Cement stepping stone road
We venture towards The blooming onion bonfire that Rises like a medusa’s hair in a galaxy fueled by the heat of a dying star
The raindrops roll down my china doll cheeks
Makes my hair glisten like candlelight hope diamonds
And the rain washes away my feelings of self loathing
This weathered couch so lonesome in a field of curious horses
Seats sociable strangers Intoxicated with vodka mixers and self pride
Under an umbrella a polish model speaks broken English poetry Cuddling into my side instinctively she acted sisterly
My body was their hurricane shelter and my arms kept them from harm
He slid in on the ancient couch to seek momentarily comfort from the soaking tsunami
Faded........floating on a wave of intoxicated insta-friendships that we made only in our kindergarten years
when we wore tiaras and over sized dresses wide eyed and gaped toothless
Imagining what greatness would become of us Superheros and Princesses
The bass of the stereos fueled masculine desires for destruction
They tossed the grandfather couch into the flames and became a beaming beacon of light in all the darkness the smoke spiraled as the fires creeping fingers consumed the skeletal remains of the chesterfield.
Twas cremated at the early hour of dusk
University was just the eclipse in our eye lids
Life is a wayward hurricane NASA plane emblazoning on a rainbow runway
spin yourself faster than a ballerina collapsing into the tutu frill.... brighter than a lantern fueled by essence of a thousand swarming fireflies
Our naiive youth is but the past, we left it behind in this catacomb laid to rest
Form:
(This is a fictional poem)
You used my credit cards to buy stereos, 4 wheelers, motorcycles and even a car.
I owe a ton of money because of your sorry ###, this time you've gone too far.
I told you that you could use one of my cards in an emergency but you maxed
them all out on the internet.
When I made you eat horse manure and crammed a bird's nest up your ###, it
was something you began to regret.
The buzzard saw her nest sticking out of your ### and she landed on your head.
I thought you'd take it like a man but you cried like a little girl instead.
That buzzard pecked out your eyes and #### in your hair.
I video taped it and showed it to your fiance who wasn't there.
When she saw it, she dumped you on the same day the two of you were going to
get hitched.
I learned that the stuff you bought couldn't go back because you gave it away and
I called you a son of a #####.
Your mama got mad because she heard me call you an S.O.B.
She grabbed me by the throat and beat the crap out of me.
When I pay those credit card bills and my hospital bill, I'll be a very poor man.
As soon as I get out of this hospital, I'm going to get as far away from you two as I
can.
Form:
When I entered I wondered what I'd find
So much to look at sitting on the shelves
Perhaps if I'm lucky fate will be kind
There are some post cards with pictures of Elves
Stereos, jewelry, tools and guitars
So much to look at sitting on the shelves
I pick up a cap with a metal star
Hidden amongst all of these many things
Stereos, jewelry, tools and guitars
On each side of the star there are gold wings
I'm amazed at this treasure I have found
Hidden amongst all of these many things
I've searched for days I have looked all around
I'm amazed at this treasure I have found
When I entered I wondered what I'd find
It seems I've been lucky fate has been kind
At The Pawn shop Contest
Modified Terzanelle to stay in line limit for contest.