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My Faults are on a projector that plays constant in my mind,
The waters rising steady making it impossible to unwind.
Medication tastes like failure as it dances past my tongue
I'm suffocating from the toxins that are burning through my lungs,
I lay in the bathtub and I watch from just below the surface,
looking through the haze wondering if all of this is worth it....
I watch the bubbles and I count them as I hold my breath,
I wonder what would happen if I silently slipped into my death.
It's like my mind is aching for a slumber that is always out of reach,
I coming up gasping for air but I resist the urge to breathe.
I know that this is wrong but I Cant shake the dreams,
My demons whisper sweet lies of a place where I'm at ease.
I tried to follow their caress once and i woke up heavyhearted.
How could I just walk away from the family that I've started?!
I feel the water as it cascades over scars of failure and down my thighs
There's a Girl who lives inside me who wants nothing more than to die.
I silence her with music that flows through my veins when i write,
but lately words are scrambled and nothing comes out right.
I stumble over lyrics that used to come to in waves,
Now as i stand within the current I am shaking and afraid.
I HATE Doctors Who Say "Tell me again how you feel"
How do i describe that sometimes this life doesn't seem real?
I trace over my words to make sure their really on the page,
I chase shadows from my mind because they want me fade away.
I don't know what to do and i don't know how to make you see,
That I'm fighting a battle and here is not where i want to be...
I know your here for me i can't explain why I'm breaking.
I feel trapped inside my mind, I feel lost and forsaken.
Form:
cutting the line, turning the page in front of the mirror
removing your name from the door
because it should be irreplaceable
for ever
I can not write anymore
of this fierce absence
that doesn't fear the ice of the night
that doesn't break itself
in the dark depths of your distance
it's the most terrible night
it's the most suffocating
and paralyzing Winter
in the broken dream
of a bright mirror
it was yours, and it was mine, just yesterday
and was shattered at a stroke
in an only instant
ruining into smithereens sharp
with whom, devastating me,
they cut my soul
in the smallest arid fragments
not reconstructable
landsliding-dawn
on the threshold of our house
when it lacks even the verse, and you can not
you can not turn the page
in front of the mirror
anymore
and you only can
remove her name
from the door
because it should be
irreplaceable
for ever
"Tell Romeo i love him and goodbye "
The words echo in my mind like a haunting whisper
A lingering shadow that refuses to fade
Questions makrs landed upon me,
Crushing my mind like chewed gum,sticky and suffocating
The weight of her words,a burden i cannot bear,
A boulder that presses upon my chest
In her voice ,
A hint of desperation,
A cry for help that went unheaded,
A plea that fell on deaf ears,
A farewell that seemed like a joke,a taunt,a slap in the face,
But was really a scream in the darkness.
I thought she was just being dramatic,
That she was just seeking attention
But now i realize she was begging for someone to listen
To see beyond the mask she wore
But not I'm left with the what-ifd,the if-onlys ,why-didn't-is,
The guilt of not sèeing the signs,
Of not being there for her when she needed me the most,
Of not holding her close enough,
Of not loving her enough,
The anguish of knowing that her last words were a plea
A scream,a final goodbye, a door slamming,
Shut that can never be reopened
"Tell Romeo i love him and goodbye "
The words that haunt me,
A reminder of what i didn't do
Of whatbi couldn't see,
Of what I'll never get to say,
A reminder that sometimes,
Goodbyes are forever,
That sometimes, love isn't enough,
That sometimes we lose those we love,
Because we didn't know
How to hold on tight enough.
An iron gaff impales my tongue,
a barbed and rusted length of steel;
where putrid, swollen lungs once hung,
the black brine rots all that is left to feel.
The tempest split my ribcage wide
to anchor horror in my gut;
I drank the writhing, bloated tide,
through each raw and gangrened cut.
This quiet earth now snaps my spine,
a suffocating, heavy vice;
it crushes down this form of mine,
a maggot-eaten sacrifice.
I spew up bile and jagged bone,
my sea legs torn, a bloodied pit;
the silence screams against the stone
where flies and festered sores now sit.
The phantom deck begins to split,
my tendons tearing to match the deep;
I rip my own wet flesh to fit
this horror that I cannot keep.
I crawl through dirt, a severed head,
a corpse that vomits back the gale;
the sea-bound rot is all that’s bred
to haunt the wreckage of the sail.
This peace is acid in my veins,
a sickening and stagnant hell;
my body yearns for wracking pains
to break this suffocating spell.
Sometimes words can flay a heart’s tissues
Inflict wounds that last a lifetime
Sear the mind with painful recollections
And make you just want to die
But then again, inconsequential words
Meaningless chit chat
To appease the conscience of the one who speaks
That something’s been said at last
Are just as corrosive
Salt rubbed into open wounds
That aren’t acknowledged
They offend more than comfort
And would be better not said at all
Then there is the silence
Ah…the twisted warped suffocating silence
The silence of self-preservation
Bought at the price of someone’s sanity…life
A silence born out of the knowledge
That THIS will take an investment
Of emotions and time
And so nothing is said
You silently withdraw
All the one in pain hears is silence
A silence that shrieks
Of rejection
Dead silence
Where once there was banter
Unchecked laughter
……joy……
When you say nothing at all
That leaves a gaping hole in my heart
I try to fill it up with memories
Of when you were courageous and brave
Strong enough to speak
Words that would heal
Instead of this weak thing you’ve become
Only caring for your own well-being
The filling falls out
Incompatible to my heart’s tissues
To the reality of you...
It doesn’t hold
The holes remain
And I slink away
To nurse my pain
And I draw further into my shell
Cocoon myself in outer silence
Yet my heart is in constant conversation
With the person you used to be
When you knock
All you hear
Is resounding silence
For you have taught me well
I am a good student
I will keep silent
I will not tell you sweet little nothings
While my heart bleeds
And you pretend not to see
I won’t talk of the weather
If I can’t talk about the storm in my heart
I won’t talk of inconsequential things
To give you the sense of normalcy you crave
I want you to be brave
No, I won’t stoop that low
And so……………
I pretend
Not to be there
Two can play this game
And I wait for the knocking to cease
To be left in peace
Safe from a world
Where people say
Nothing at all.
Eileen Manassian Ghali
The title of this poem is the title of one of my favorite songs by Ronan Keating. It is the exact opposite of the message of the song which is absolutely fabulous. Give it a listen if you have the time.....http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AuJrEBtmM1Q. It was the theme song for Notting Hill, one of my favorite movies.
My soul, a wandering ship on piercing emerald seas,
floats aimlessly,
As the healing minutes trickle like sand from a broken hourglass,
and I thirst for one last moment of respite.
I am a prisoner between the dewdrops of twilight,
bound with invisible chains to the grave of withered flowers,
Dragging frozen memories through the frozen hours,
like silent ghosts.
Pale stars melt into darkness,
stealing the sky's light like nocturnal thieves,
Sprinkling the gloomy labyrinth of my thoughts with ink,
in shades of dreams and bluish-purple mist.
Melancholic roses adorn themselves with hidden motifs,
like unwritten poems,
Dressed in verses about gentle seasons that no longer come.
Will the wind and the waves ever merge into a complete silence,
Releasing healing elixirs for broken souls and giving voice to unspoken pain?
Or am I doomed to sail eternally through sins and remorse,
On stormy seas of regrets,
like an outcast silenced by his own suffering?
In this unbroken flow of thoughts and sensations, reality distorts,
And I lose myself in the meanders of my own consciousness, vainly seeking meaning
In this world of metaphors and symbols that intertwine like suffocating vines.
Am I condemned to remain a captive in this garden of poetic delirium?
In memory of----
Solely in my room, I can't stomach the sound of my pulse
I sit here alone to forget the taste of air.
Overwhelm by the scene -unbelievable footage
18 seconds long, "I can't breathe."
My judgment "GONE" stressing all night long
I use to fear dark colors, now I fear spinning bright lights
Red, White, and Blue, I spew the NY crew
What's wrong with your blue eyes?
You see him, you want him to die
What a day to trade -- a life for illegal cigarettes
Persecution and judgment day, sweet life - taken away
"I can't breathe", executed in broad daylight!
Bullets left and right
Who's policing the police
What happened to mind our business?
Moneymaker refused to be singled out
A hurting voice tackled by racism
Free to see, pouring his heavy heart,
Oinkers demand the ground, shutting down his testament
8 times too many, "I can't breathe!"
Where did his vitals go?
No one to tap him out, pound the pavement!
What the hell, why are you just standing there???
Stress, anger, madness, the voice of innocence
"I can't breathe." the volume to valium
"Officer, did you not hear the man?"
Are you deaf, have you forgotten how to save a life?
Is it just the NYPD or is it every other badge,
Insinuating crime's a one-color show.
We are all criminals, why the excessive heat?
Shot, tasered, beat down, pepper-sprayed, now on the ground
The mother of all chokeholds, murdered, outnumbered
The echoes remain "I can't breathe!"
- The truth!
Eric Garner robbed of his own natural path and youth
One man down eyed suspiciously
Perplexed minds suffocating him instantly
The mistrusted, the awe, the hate,
So tangible, uniforms using deadly force
One asthmatic in a chokehold
Slamming his head on the floor
Open wounds, worldwide tears
My heart goes to the family and friends left behind
A courageous last breath, for the first and last time
"I can't breathe," now deceased.
You left this world unwilling, waking up a strong community
Strolling in a safer world, where racial discrimination doesn't exist
"I can't breathe," Eric Garner Rest in peace!
By: PD
I broke a glass last night.
And in that loud, terrifying crash,
I was eight years old again -
watching yogurt drip onto the kitchen tile,
so small, and so completely sure
that this mistake meant I deserved to die.
I ran up the stairs
and hid in the dark,
wrapping my arms around myself
in a desperate, suffocating hug.
I rocked back and forth,
choking on hot, silent tears,
pounding little fists into my thighs
because I had to pay for what I did.
One beat, two beats -
it was never enough.
I tore at my own hair,
clawed deep into my skin,
so that in the mirror -
as blood dripped down my body
and purple lumps swelled to the surface -
I could finally see the reflection
of who I was:
a monster.
The roulette wheel is a silver eye, winking red and black,
And I am a moth with paper wings, fluttering at the crack
With dawn, when Lady Luck wears a mask of shimmering vivid haze,
Drinking gin and promises to last never lacking for endless days.
Ten feet tall I stand, a king of obsidian chips,
The dealer is a statue, a prayer on my lips.
A cascade of gold coins, a waterfall of sound,
I am walking on a ceiling, my feet off the ground.
The cards are sharp as mirrors, reflecting a face
That does not know surrender, that only knows the race.
But the chandelier dips, turning velvet into bone,
The green table shrinks, and I am standing all alone.
The queen of spades is laughing; she rips her paper dress,
And the coins turn into moths, flying from my grasp in distress.
The air is thick with smoke, a suffocating, silent gray,
I am drowning in a pocket, with nothing left to pay.
Now I am falling, now I am flying,
A ghost in a casino, where the time is dying.
The dealer winks again, a slow and heavy descent,
The house always wins, but the magic is never spent.
I reach for one last card, as the world turns inside out,
A beggar in a mansion, screaming without a shout.
The wheel spins, the eye closes, I am smoke upon the floor,
Waiting for the dawn to ask, “Do you want anymore?”
I... thought Santa was cool,
Until he came into the house.
The old fart was pissed an swearing,
And what we saw, even killed my mouse.
He fell through the chimney,
On the embers in the fire place.
In colourful words he expressed his pain,
Which showed in his sooty red face.
He stood with his trousers round his ankles,
And his pecker pointing straight up in the air.
He slurred with the most fruitful words, I’ll never forget,
“This present is for your mother, so don’t bloody stare.”
Mama shouted in an equally explanatory tone ,
“You’ve been drinking again I see?”
She hit his tool with a wooden spoon,
And his expression was like one chewing a bee.
He fell back and landed with a thud on the floor,
Then sprung to his feet as he scream an’ bawled.
There was something dangling from his butt,
I saw its hind legs limp as he dashed out the door.
Well, I saw me Dad the next day
He looked and walked a little rough
“I told him, “No more Christmas,”
I said, “I had enough”
“It was bad enough Santa was drunk,”
“As he ran out the front door of the house.”
“But Dad I’ll never for give him,”
“For not pulling out of his butt, my suffocating little pet mouse”
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