Long Trying Poems
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I'm just being honest
I think you're the best
your one of a kind
so much different than the rest
what you see as flaws
is what I love about you
you do not compete
or deplete me
you don't keep score
you're not always trying to beat me
I've had this fantasy
this picture I painted of the pearl
who would be my best friend
who would let me into their world
I'm tired of sex, I'm aching for love
I'm soaring high, searching for my turtle dove
someone who understands me
and allows me in,
someone who will accept my past and forgive my sins
I can tell you've been through the ringer,
I have too
but we came out cleaner
than before we went through.
My heart is broken and so is yours
scattered in pieces all over the floors
afraid to sweep afraid to move one bit
for if you attempt to put it back together
it may not all fit
the pieces are not labeled so you don't know what you are missing
maybe in disguise its demise is a blessing
all you know is what you feel,
you ache for that missing piece
because without it you are not whole
not quite a masterpiece
you could search up and down
but the piece is nowhere to be found
you know where it belongs, it belongs in the center
the focal point of the picture
the reason that you enter
I vow I’ll never forget to remember
to always be your hearts defender.
Form:
The robot stood before the High Council.
"Have you anything to say before we mark you as imperfect and a reject"
was the call.
"Yes" the Robot replied
"For countless years you worked to make me a brain that mimics your human ways and now that you have achieved your aim you want to reject me"
"By rejecting me, do you not reject yourselves as imperfect too"?
Silence, Silence, Silence, Silence was the call that that came from all four High Council Lips.
The Robot spoke yet more with this warning to us all.
"Isn't it ironic that all the while you were trying your best to make me human, you were turning yourselves into robots"
At the end of some days
there are things
that won't fit back,
left overs that rattle
late at night when
you're trying to sleep,
or tap on the doors
of a memory that you'd
prefer to forget.
Others make little noise.
They wander the edges
just out of reach, parts
of yourself that have
broken off or you've
left behind, the worn out
remnants and litter
of your life.
Then there are moments
when the world settles
and curls around you
in an exhausted quiet,
when you can almost hear
a voice call your name
down some long corridor
of time. It's been
calling out for years
like this as if wanting
to come back to a place
where it would fit,
somewhere within you,
if only you could find it.
I'm weary with trying,
Not steady on my row.
I’m dreary with crying,
Am I wrong to let go?
The paddles I shift soon drag
To a rocky surface, which lag.
This sorrowful place we share,
Perpetuates this longing affair.
Withering souls encompass;
My body consoles an abyss.
I’m ready to let go.
How must I save me?
All when I forgave he,
In sinful trance yet so.
Will I be regretful in my fall?
My Tyrant I Silent soon will call,
To a dreamy eclipse which radiate.
They weep before I nuance my fate.
At the heavenly edge of it all,
I am that very creature you recall.
In the depths of the fierce stars,
I’ll deepen thy wretched scars.
Sigh to me and leave no more,
For time shall give all and leave.
Only love will wither yet restore
That wound you recall and relieve.
There were slimy spotted frogs jumping out of the oaks,
Slickest yellow raincoats worn by the bravest of folks.
And giraffes trying to hide in the daisy flowers.
While we were saturated with April showers.
There were earthworms as large as giant red fire trucks
Oozing and itching their way down the green grass
Rapidly squirming their way down the sidewalks of mucks.
Shinier than slimy wet spit on holiday glass.
It was the wettest spring I had ever seen.
The neighbors were so wet, they truly turned into mean.
It became even more wet in my backyard
When three hippopotamuses named Jack, Joe and Jard.
Escaped city zoo, and ran to my little known place.
They were mean to each other, slapping each face.
They tried to sit daintily on my pond’s lily pad.
Flooding my house, and making me really mad.
In depth and breadth of shadows, it prowls around
always flowing, wafting on air, ne'er making a sound
It exists in dejection and rejection, and always found
in silence, too loud when its raucous echoes resound
No deafening roar of blaring thunder comes with fear
It's audible only in a mind, but muzzled to each ear
Manifested in visions, without guttural words to hear
The threat it poses in a reverie wears an implicit jeer
Solitude exhales a stale breath with eager anticipation
Quietly seducing our trust with mendacious flirtation
Spawned to be the covert wielder of our denigration
A stealth mute, besotted on doubt as a form of libation
"Take heed, people!" It screams at us without a tongue
In song the tune is hummed; the lyrics never to be sung
Anguish, leaking acid in which toxins are cleverly sprung
Disguised as a protagonist, paranoia's qualms are flung
It watches without eyes, trying to keep us in disarray
An ever lingering specter, hovering wherever we play
In reticent whispers, how deftly it schemes to betray
A taunting voice without curses, a message to convey
I used to have a friend so dear,
We laughed and talked, without any fear.
But now she's changed, so different from before,
I'm left wondering what happened, what for?
I try to reach out, to bridge the gap,
But she keeps her distance, and I feel trapped.
She says it's for my sake, but I'm not so sure,
Is it something I did, that made her unsure?
I miss her smile, her cheerful laugh,
But now she's quiet, it's like walking on glass.
Maybe she's hurt by something I've said or done,
But I don't know what, I wish I could just run.
I can't force her to stay, or turn her back on me,
But I'm uncomfortable with this change, can't she see?
She's confused, she says, but she's getting me mixed,
I don't know if we're losing each other, or just getting nixed.
I hope one day we can talk and make it right,
And bring back the friendship that shone so bright.
But until then, I'll keep trying to understand,
Why people change without warning, and slip through our hands.
Tritina (three tercets with one final line).
I will return as you taught me to read a god gifted total benign, even after nine
I will return as you taught me to see the specific Night of Knight M Shyamalan
I will return as you taught me to listen to the nitty gritty a lot, and the system
told the family sift an autistic family food, Trying dough for far too long in frame
They are class of mishaps, birds of the same feather and you are a linear secular
practice along one way, the other one is pedagogy of monolithic behavioral norm
I told time as I wrote once a power point key. Did commit a tavern charm
Time elapses and time begins, and time stamps the truest may, say so and so.
Time has her graceful heed to vilify the cover page elsewhere, to May to mow.
They blew the divine up, with the silentmost Neon light, landed, to reach for the show!
Pushed by a momentum,
Thrust up by a force,
Might and power dominate,
Naught can change its course.
Heaved up high from deep below,
Strength so unrelenting,
Reaching up to grab the air,
Shows no sign of bending.
Hoards of debris get swept in,
Tugged up in the swirl,
Creatures, plankton, all aboard,
Helpless to the whirl.
Gathering intensity,
Roaring from the deep,
Flexing muscle, mass and brawn,
In a skyward leap.
Thrashing like a man possessed,
Water turns to foam,
Deep, marine, turquoise blue,
Cradling a white dome.
A monolith Colossus,
Craving to succeed,
An ancient water-saurus,
An indestructible breed.
Alive with a spirit,
Whirlpools in its wake,
Dominating nature,
But for nature's sake.
Shadowing the sea below,
Reaching for the clouds,
Like a dead man come alive,
Trying to leave his shrouds.
Water gathers up itself,
In battle formation,
Rising from the sea around,
A majestic creation.
Reaching for the sky above,
An awesome show of might,
As if challenging gravity,
Offering a fight.
Higher, higher, higher,
The wave keeps its own,
Tugging at infinity,
Riding on a throne.
Gripping at oblivion,
Desperate to rise more,
Propelled by all the yearning,
That pushes from its core.
But...
Then the wave stops rising,
Like it's done its best,
Hovers in its glory,
Teeters at its crest.
Its very tip starts curling,
Slipping from its grip,
Losing all momentum,
Slowly starts to slip.
All the mighty buildup,
Potential and the might,
Lose their fight with gravity,
And swiftly lose their height.
Crashing back down to the sea,
Its force forever gone,
All that's left's a little spray,
The mighty wave is done.
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So much like humanity,
The wave strives to grow.
And so much like humanity.
The wave fights his foe.
So much.
Like humanity.
The wave endures.
Its pain.
Yet so.
Unlike humanity,
This wave won't try.
Again.
There is too much hypocrisy in our society
How can you be saved?
You get involved in that game of pretending
At first you tell yourself: come on
It’s just a game act as if you were in theatre
All you have to do is to play a part
And then you begin acting like everybody
And telling yourself that it’s just a game and nothing else
So you go on acting and pretending
During the whole process you try to convince yourself that it’s just a game
In which you have to perform because you want to be conform to society
But one day, you find yourself
Trapped inside the boxes of your own society
Because you realize that you are more than an actor
And the theatre turns out to be reality
You lose control because
You get used to that game of pretending and hypocrisy
You become addicted to that game and unable to make the difference
Between reality and fiction
You tell yourself wait a minute: “I played and I lost”
You were trying to do like everybody because you didn’t want to be isolated
You didn’t want to be criticised
But at the end you fall into your own trap
You find yourself hypocrite
Because you didn’t react on time and refuse to be conform
You didn’t take your responsibility vis-à-vis your society
You were not strong enough to make your own choice
You have been weak
And here are the consequences
You are just like everybody
Is there a way for you to be yourself in that kind of society?
Are you courageous enough to go against these well established rules of your society?
Either to act like everybody and live in peace
Or to be true to yourself, assume your choice and then be isolated
Which one to choose?