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In a world where beauty's often measured and defined,
A girl at twenty, had dreams intertwined,
She sought about change, a shape to embrace,
But little did she know, it would alter her grace.
Every glance in the mirror, she’d sigh,
She longed for the curves, the world defined.
Then came the implants, a promise of light,
A chance to feel whole, to finally feel right,
But the joy was fleeting, as symptoms arose, Beneath the surface of beautiful flesh, her whole body ached.
Her headaches and pains made life hard to take. Suicide sometimes seemed the easiest escape.
All the strange illnesses that whispered in her ears loved to perform in the shadows of her fears
With a weak immune system and pains so severe shed scream "Let me just die! "to the heavens about but it wasn't her time, she couldn't give up.
She wore her struggles like a cloak made of fear,
Each day a battle, each moment unclear.
Years rolled on, twenty-seven in tow,
With every new ache, her spirit felt low,
Yet deep in her heart, a flicker remained,
A hope for a future, unchained and unfeigned.
She scheduled the surgery, her heart in a twist,
What would she look like? Would she cease to exist?
The implants, her armor, her identity’s thread,
But the thought of release filled her heart with dread.
With courage she stepped into the bright, sterile room,
A leap into freedom, away from the gloom,
As the surgeon worked gently, she felt a release,
A shedding of burdens, a whisper of peace.
And when she emerged, a new dawn in her eyes,
The reflection before her, a beautiful surprise,
No longer defined by the weight she had borne,
She blossomed like flowers, anew she was born.
With each passing day, her health found its way,
The headaches subsided, the aches turned to play,
A vibrant young woman, with laughter and light,
No longer a shadow, she danced into night.
Her journey was long, but the lessons were clear,
True beauty is found when we shed all our fear,
In the mirror she saw not just curves, but her soul,
A radiant spirit, finally whole.
So here’s to the girl who dared to be free,
To embrace her own self, to finally see,
That beauty’s not measured by what’s on the skin,
But the strength of the heart, and the joy found within.
You read the title correctly,
I realize that everyone's entitled to their own opinion
But, please read the entire story before you decide
Yes, I fell in love with a one eyed Minion
Like most of you I really enjoyed Despicable Me
and in it there was this one little guy
a bit shorter in stature, hair parted in the middle
Deep sigh. love at first sight with a Minion with one eye
His name was Stuart, and he was so playful and intelligent
I knew I was smitten, but alas he wasn't real
And although I could say the same about some humans...
I could not show this Minion fellow how I really feel
Wishful thinking flooded my mind
as I curled up in a comfortable chair, tired, but not sleepy
Next thing I know I appeared to be computer animated...
yet three dimensional...and yes I'll admit, it was a bit creepy
And there they were, a pack of Minions in the park
surging forward as one, looking for another leader
Then I saw Stuart nudge Bob and say, "That's her!
That's the babe that was checking me out in the theater!"
I was surprised that his speech lacked that familiar Minion dialect...
Stuart stood on a bench, and gave me the sweetest little kiss
He said, "I have noticed you in the movies, dozens
of times, but never thought I'd see you like this!"
Initially embarrassed that he knew I've watched him so often
the shame subsided as I spent the day at his place
We dined on banana flambe...and drank frothy banana shakes
Afterwards he serenaded me with a ukulele, with such style and grace
After dark, we took a stroll back to the park
Laying in the grass, I couldn't decide which shined more bright
the stars in the sky, or the twinkling in his eye
How I wished it could be this way every night
Stuart told me he thought humans were a glorious species
and that he loved me with all his heart
if it weren't for our differences in composition
we would never ever be apart
Then the sky and the ground began to buckle
All at once I was taken completely unaware
Instead of snuggling on the grass
I was reclining on that comfortable chair
I haven't seen him that way since,
I guess blu ray or dvd will just have to do
Although I miss him terribly, at least we had that one delightful day
Yes, I fell in love with a one eyed Minion, you do believe me..don't you?
2/25/16
Trekking The Unwary
The beauty of this day, or is it the night
Cynical her way, Alaskans weathers her blight
The touch of her nature, the chills from her bite
Broken mobile, lost alone, this plane of sight
My family thoughts, as it renders me warmth
For the hardened ground, this snowflaked swamp
Alone, and here upon this land, Alaskan cold, the Northern sand
No helpful hope, no rescuing plan
The point of center, it's the no man's land
Which direction I go, two choices in hand
Continuing towards, the summer home abode
Or turn another, towards the Trappers, journeying road
For now into the forest, between the trees
A cozy nest to find, simple spot avoids the freeze
I'm awakening in morning, now it's time to go
Head towards the Trapper, I remember this fellow.
As my hunger grows, I look upon the trees
The vines, the berries, their frozen leaves
The day goes by, I trek some more
Weary I thirst, hearing a river, the sounds adore
I follow its sound, more and more, closer profound
A watering hole, and the animals around
Quenching my thirst, I see my dish
Beautiful is nature, offering me this fish
I made a stake, from the branch I break
Into the stream, I go, as I stab and take
A quicken fire, the scent of roasted fish I make
Now fulfilled my desire, my stomach won't ache
In a corner my bed, sweet dreams tonight relate.
Awakened by the sound, loud and frightful, miles around
A dreaded bear, larger than a car, his territory I fear
Without a thought, with my stake I flee
The sounds of his victim, his saliva tasting me
Luckily I see, standing, a life-saving tree
I leap upon, I climb this one, bruises gained, my hurting knee
I gained some height, and below my plight
This animal gazing at me
"Go, and leave me be!"
"Leave me alone, get away from me!"
And in his failure, attempts to push this tree
Growing weary after, his brawl subsided with me
Trembling I was, but not of the weary cold
But delighted, I'll live today, as tomorrow my story's told
I trekked each day, all of the 200 mile
Towards the Trappers home, hopeful feelings inside
Through forested cold, and the fearful wild
This guy I knew and handshake we do
Greeting me, a warm, and welcoming smile...
S
F
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Trekking the unwary
January 3rd, 2017.
So here it is
the passing of a day
this dull Spring day
and the silence pollutes my thoughts
while the depression dips poison into my oxygen
It's cold outside
fitting weather for how I feel inside
for I am lost
I don't know what happened
but well what did I expect
to be held in high regard
constantly being waited on hand and foot
But well what did I expect
myself to turn magician
and allow myself to reappear in her presence
so the love I spoke, promised would be real
No...I don't know what I expected
but I never thought in a matter of weeks
I'd print off my retraction
and realize the words I said
were only exaggeration
for I have no actions to back up what befell my lips
while yet a voice from her remains unheard
And it all has me wondering
what have I gotten myself into
It just all crossed my mind at one time
a jumble of broken sentences
like I'm learning how to talk all over again
My feelings they were true
and hers, they were too
but time gave way to a wound unnoticed
but time gave way to a wound that bled too deep
leaving a portal open to the past
and now I'm that boy of old
not a man anymore
Just a loser
just one more loser breathing poison oxygen
or so it seems only in my tainted head
Well what did I expect
happy ever after isn't listed in my job description
I'm just a fickle, feeble minded
insignificant little ant
better yet, a rotting piece of tree bark
deteriorating with time
Her delightful, delicate, portrait features
makes me so sad inside
a deep shadow of blue decorating the depths of the ocean
Ocean, a song sung by Cold
reminding me I will never get her back
Was she ever mine to begin with
Never...
no matter how much I want her to be
or do I
I don't know
I was so sure before
but I'm so full of doubt and weary
that her spell has subsided
and I cascade down a single thread
of my lowly spider web
but I'm not weaving lies
I'm weaving a message
that says I love you
but I don't expect to be answered
I don't expect comments
I don't expect for these words to make any sense
I just feel so low
It all just hit me at once
but this is just one thing I'll never tell her
I don't want her to think I'm pathetic
I don't want her to think of me differently
I...I don't know
I'm just...
Well did I expect...
This day as it was, not so many years ago,
When the heaven was ever in a stressful mode
Some of heaven's angels rerouted to trek earth to and fro
In search for the right parents they could ever unfold.
"Today is so special!" a seraph declared
"A darling amongst us is terrestrial-bound",
The heavenly legion giggled in cheer
Awakening the limbo with its boisterous sound.
Swift as a lightning their search made intense
Surging from sunbeam; through dust; and through rain;
Impatiently waiting for the news they brought in
The seraph would bark, Oh where have you been?
"In a tropical island, shaped like a sword,
We found a humble couple with a noble accord"
"Oh tell me quickly where exactly they be found?"
"Somewhere in the coastline of a northernmost town"
Heavenly tension was ever as the natal-hour was nigh
Euphoria subsided as it was now mixed with fear.
The world is deceitful – she may be tricked of some lies
Things that should not be, as free soul, she would dare.
The angels' notions overtime become true
A demon deceived her with his built and galore
Misery was waiting without her having a cue
Battered! She had to leave with her offspring of four.
And it came to pass that we both prayed in the dark
Tearful and shivering that the heaven should hark.
Heaven has its senses through ages ever sharp
From our own different places God heard what we asked.
That for two weeks in my lifetime, on my life's second score
She came in my daydream, that I promptly would adore
Bewitched me with the charm, bringing the same cheers
When she was born on the 26th day of the 10th month of that very blissful year
Soon it's time for me to wake up to the usual life I've known;
The dream I had is over but somehow not forlorn.
I missed the maiden truly; in her I found a home.
I cherish the dream and its memory when I am most alone.
Date & Time of Writing:
October 26, 2011
2:01am – 2:43am
The night of October 25 to October 26 was a very long night as sleep
was so illusive. There was an aching of my heart that was beyond my
comprehension. I needed to be tired that I resorted on utilizing my ever awake
senses to go beyond the conventional and think of something to write as
if things are happening to me in fact.
TO WEAK
Im sorry that I am to weak to just be "friends"
The reason quite simple didnt want it to END
YOU were a drug that ran through EVERY vein
Now sitting here alone loathing the PAIN
Losing u in my life wont lie it truly STINGS
Did you know all the pleasure your love brings?
, surprised at my own reaction when u told me goodbye can't tell you how many times I've SAT here and cried
I sit in isolation and it deeply hurts
cant stop thinking about YOU which makes it all worse
WAS I BLIND? maybe the ONLY one who didnt see
Impossible because I WAS THERE I felt the electricity
I KNOW YOU felt it too the chemistry between u & I
STILL unsure what I did for you to tell me goodbye
UNAWARE that we had a problem
thought everything was ALRIGHT
YOU were my FIRST thought in the morning
My last thought each night
Our attraction & desire unconfined
Every day thoughts of you burn in my mind
We had "something" hard to define
Still VERY special uniquely YOURS & MINE
Some time has passed thats true
Feelings not subsided STILL MISSING U
MY ego & confidence slightly tattered
WANTED to be the Women who remotley MATTERED
WISH to go back to the way things used to be
when u got butterflies when U thought of ME
To the place of newfound friends
A thrill with EVERY message youd send
Perhaps you felt was the ONLY choice
GOD I long for our chats & the sound of your voice
YOU meant so much to me even MORE than I knew
Knowing me BETTER than those closest to me do
I think thats WHY it hurts so much
I invited YOU in & opened MYSELF UP
KNEW what was blossoming long ago
Now Im the PATHETIC loser who cant let u go
I heard it early on Cupids arrow calling
Easier to ignore than admit I was FALLING
Easy for you maybe u can give me a CLUE
HOW do I go forward and get OVER you?
Crushed like bricks when you withdrew
Waiting for a sign or some kind of break through
MY live and friend have not 1 regret
I cherish EVERY moment we shared NEVER to forget
NO words need be spoken how YOU FEEL I already KNOW
Let's chalk it up to learning and a reason to grow
I am TRYING my best to do whats right for ME
Pick up whats left if my wavering dignity &
HOPING someday YOU will SMILE
when u stop & think of ME
"Quesions for God"
CONTEST
There I was, missing her,
As she was lost somewhere in the snow,
The dead of winter encompassed her,
-slowly passed into oblivian.
There are no words to convey,
These inert thoughts of her sadness,
For I called on God,
For I had never accepted...
-the truth.
I had all these interruptions,
I fell into the fire so inquisitive,
And above my sights,
And below my perceptions,
I broke myself,
I seperated my thoughts,
Into pieces and parts with unkown beliefs.
As the inadequate temperature,
Raised questions in my mind,
Then I felt my God,
My haste has been incomplete...
-until that moment.
I slept in the basement,
And awoke in the black atmosphere,
So many inquisitive questions,
"Why isn't she still alive?"
Thoughts and inquiry,
I softly whispered...
"Is there a way to explain,
Why she left me so alone?
For I can't live with out her,
I'm a reducing agent on the quinone.
Now my ability to breathe,
My emotions so suppressed,
Will I ever see her again?
I have addressed that I'm depressed.
Why can I not move anymore,
Why did she take her own life?
Why is suicide so alive lately?
Now I'm paying the price."
Suddenly I felt her purpose,
On this earth so apparent,
So I quietly meditated,
Eyes closed, heart refreshed,
And in that moment..
-I understood this tragedy...
"Is it normal to feel at ease,
Underneath the shattered glass?
Has my confliction subsided?"
I'm allowing this catastrophe to surpass.
"What's the dealing in the healing?
And what's the warmth in the snow?
You've listened as I've expressed my grievance,
A delighted gift you have bestowed."
Higher power, how I trust you,
Thoughts and inquiry, I softly whispered,
"For now my restraints have been lifted,
And I understood her purpose,
To be the most beautiful woman,
But she ended up so mirthless."
Even though she gave up too soon,
And no matter the circumstance,
I feel from my guidance from my higher power,
And I imagined her as she danced.
"Where were you hiding?
My power greater than myself,"
As I thanked you soul revived,
"I'm grateful for my personal wealth."
October 14, 2015
4th Place Winner
Fate ?, Karma ?, life seems to, always be on the edge
as the Nith River let him go, him, it could not hold
and yet the rest of this story needs to be told.
Fate ?, Karma ?, life seems to, always be on the edge
as I escaped the clutches of the raging, Nith river
but not Rea, the Grand captured him, would not deliver.
Fate ?, Karma ?, life seems to, always be on the edge
Until, weeks later, the Grand subsided and gave up my friend.
I had to identify and knew that, that was another end.
Fate ?, Karma ?, life seems to, always be on the edge
and all the arm wrestling matches with the Grim Reaper,
this poem, and my memories hoard could not be a keeper.
Fate ?, Karma ?, life seems to, always be on the edge
and so we come to July 18th 1997 and the light go out
after shining so brightly, for fifty five years, what that about ?
Fate ?, Karma ?, life seems to, always be on the edge
and the rupture of a mid-brain basilar aneurysm
puts my consciousness into the blackness of a chasm.
Fate ?, Karma ?, life seems to, always be on the edge
and cannot, will not keep this old fool down
as he tries to come back to conscious ground.
Fate ?, Karma ?, life seems to, always be on the edge
as the procedure to save was cancelled, due
to the burning out of a forty thousand tube.
Fate ?, Karma ?, life seems to, always be on the edge
as months later, I go back for the procedure
only to have the neuro radiologist re rupture.
Fate ?, Karma ?, life seems to, always be on the edge
of life or death, a forgone conclusion, a journey for all,
but I wonder why it is that I keep missing the call.
Fate ?, Karma ?, life seems to, always be on the edge
and I wonder if the powers that be, not only want me
to suffer on this plane ?, but to suffer for a long. long time.
Life on the edge would certainly become a novel,
if I included all the chapters of my life’s journey
and the many dark places creating my nightmares.
Life on the edge would certainly become a novel,
if I included all the chapters of my life’s journey
and the many bright, glowing spaces that filled my dreams.
Life on the edge would certainly become a novel,
if I included all the chapters of my life’s journey,
extracted from the subconscious, inebriated mind.
It's day one.
But not really, because its actually been two years
And my Body is starting to eat itself
As each year passes, another part of me is consumed.
A leg, a finger, a part of my brain
I stumble through the day with my one leg, and half
A brain, attempting, trying to function
Oh! My eye is gone, I can no longer see -
How will I get to work?
Day two, but not really, since we’re going on
Year Four
And my skin has started to rot, and peel
Onlookers cover their nose at the stench
Of my rotting corpse, dragging itself down the street
Father ignores the necrosis
Although he has learned, somehow
To cover his nose
And look away from the maggots nestled
Comfortably in my flesh
But Sister claws at my cannibalistic Body
In anger and fights,
Desperately trying
To stop Her from eating me
But last night, She took my heart.
The one thing I had, she took -
Unexpectedly.
Its shrieks of pain pierced the cold night air
As it was slowly and mercilessly
torn apart, tortured for hours,
Till the screams subsided and turned
Into a deafening silence.
So now, I move with no heart
No brain
No fingers or feet
Just a torso, an arm and
An empty half-a-head
Dragging itself down the street.
I can no longer think, feel, breathe or remember
It takes me at least
Forty five minutes, to remember where I put my keys
Or my shoes
I smile at people with half my lips, laugh
With half a stomach, come home
Lie in bed and stare at the ceiling
With half an eye
My Body and I are no longer one,
She operates completely on her own and
Has become my enemy.
She spends every day
Taking more from me, determined
To make sure I do not see the next
But I cannot blame her one bit, for you see,
Her Owner is despicable.
She laid in silence, watching as I
Hurt those She loved, destroyed a future She built
Discarded the ones She cared for
And damaged Her beyond repair
She deserves Her revenge
I will not fight Her for it
Soon the day will come
When the last of Her and I
is consumed, when the both of us will
be taken away
Into the abyss, our fear and regret disappearing
Into the unknown, finally free, blissfully free
from the pain we both endured.
Hello Friends... I suffer from Severe Bi-Polar Disorder and this submission was inspired by
actual events that occured during one of my especially critical manic episodes. Be sure and
read Part 1 first so as to get the true gist of the poem and leave your comments here on the
Part 2 submission. Thank you for allowing me to share my pain for pain shared is pain
diminished.
Me, Myself, and I... (continued)
“Your, (Or “Our”), symptoms seem to intermit
And the fact that “You’re,” (“We’re”), a hypocrite
Tis no wonder we’re having such problems with diagnosis”
Then “I” had an idea so grand
To dispense with this at my own hand
A self-inflicted coup de grace would be my prognosis
So while the “Me” and the “Myself” squabbled
With courage newly cobbled
“I” spotted the dresser drawer and made my run
With fingers fiercely fumbling
Whilst they continued grumbling
“I” produced from the depths of the drawer a shiny gun
And now my life, though ill-fated
Was soon to be vindicated
This would affect us all equally the same
Would be no myself or me
No you, him, us, or we
But an inclusive all would be to blame
It took me a moment to figure
Out the safety on the trigger
Then “I,” (or “Us”), prepared to do the dirty deed
Then the barrel found my temple
And as it settled into the dimple
A still small voice did my “selves” choose to heed
Hence a moment of clarity
Harkened me to posterity
And I thought what a legacy to leave behind
“Can’t we all find a way
To save this miserable day
And avoid a broken body for someone to find”
And then deep within my soul
I felt and heard a simple drum roll
And the differing sides of me just subsided
And with my mind now as one
I worked to get this all undone
The whole business of this stuff I derided
And tis now true of fact
That I survived this ordeal intact
And lived to raise my face unto the sky
And here now as it ends
I find I’ve made good friends
With the “Me”, the “Myself,” and the “I”
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