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Been down so long it made me want to get high
I like to calculate my moves, but I always struggled in math
Drinking coffee to wake me because it seems to be the only thing to make me, feel alive
So, I water my mocha flowers
Wondering if they will feel the same thing
Then maybe I wouldn't be so alone
Like the sword in the stone
Sometimes I just want someone
The right one to choose me
It's like I'm bleeding but there is no wound
An unexplainable pain, or an unhappy rain
Cloud
That can't stop crying
To many use the figure of speech "I'm dying"
Without knowing what it feels like, when you feel as if you are one right turn from a car flip in the middle of traffic
And it feels like the only right thing to do
When you wonder if there is a knife big enough to reach your heart because it does not seem to be working right
When you don't have enough pills to oD on, so you go to the store looking for medicine that won't help you live
When maybe trying drugs is the only option
When you're still going but the world is just stopping
No signs in sight
I'm crashing and not even angel wings could save this flight
Feel like I tried with all my might, but it didn't even matter
My matter is fading away
My aura is burnt out
My candle is just a full flame somebody forgot to put out
Hanging on for dear life
Dear God, please tell me what I'm doing right
Because I can't find a reason to continue to hold on tight
Ready to let go
Whether it be the pain or optimism
Life is so simple and strange
p.s. be careful with what you gain...
What am I ?
I am a conqueror of all beings—
my existence bears no explanation,
an unequipped instruction manual.
I am a compass without a clear path of direction.
I’ve been accepted, rejected,
appearing unexpected,
and too often in this world, neglected.
Every emotion, every decision made,
every passionate act of motivated infatuation.
I am a bittersweet creation
that requires time and patience.
I bring grief, laughter, and hope.
I make you cry, wonder, and mope.
I am used with kisses and spoken in wishes,
sometimes paired with, sprinkled on,
and cooked in favourite dishes.
Carried with depression,
a worm in your confession.
I am taught, advised,
an example of a lesson.
I am searched for,
dreamed of,
ignored, and treated as a chore.
Lost, borrowed, broken, and repaired—
feared for my pain, yet used in bravery when scared.
I am one thing,
one element,
one word.
I contain only four letters,
yet carry entire lives, and the reason some survive—
making it worth your while to persevere , and care to be alive.
I am love
He said, "Old folks ain't worth a damn. I'm thirty, and if you're
over thirty you ain't nothing."
I said... "That's a lie! I'm seventy-one and young at heart.
He hadn't seen me sunning alone around the bend
by the elevator, he stood waiting with his friends.
And I saw that his Counselor was my age
And I thought of my nine-to-five days
And volunteering in snow, sleet, wind, rain and grime
And the sidewalk manhole in Brooklyn I climbed
And the emotional horse I fell off
And some folks may have had a good laugh
And the skylight I looked up to
And hands that healed and renewed.
And I say, my age is none of my business
I'm seventy-one, and life and me is not yet done.
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Defeated as I stand on the shores of my voided mind.
Lost in the dark depths of this darkness, light impossible to find.
Picking up the pieces, I can no longer keep myself composed.
Cursed, it seems all good has always been opposed.
I’m nothing but barren, misbegotten.
Abhorrent behavior caused me to be forgotten.
Left alone to suffer, my fate is inconsequential.
Doom looming over, this crisis is now existential.
Dead I stand with no will to grow.
Behind my mask, the truth I won’t show.
I’ve grown numb, again I’m reeling.
Spiraling rapidly, eviscerate all feeling.
Memories eradicated.
Wretchedness allocated.
Fuel to ignite a lifetime of despair.
Contorted visions love to torment and scare.
Weighing me down, this unbearable gravity.
An eidolon, I’ve succumbed to insanity.
Rage festering within, battling with my own mortality.
Deranged thoughts begin, diminishing my mentality.
Spiraling down to my end of my rope, life is dissolving.
Lost all essence of hope, the abhorrence is absolving.
Manifesting my own demise.
I’ve become everything I despise.
Walking through life with no hope, no faith.
Walking through life, all I am is a wraith.
A ghoul, walking with nothing left to lose.
Living a life that is the definition of a ruse.
We built paper planes to fly us to a heaven we never knew
Sandcastles for us to rule as King and Queen
We gazed the stars as we set our hearts to the moon
Played kitchen as we went out starving
Never did doubt if we ever could make it,
For we were born in the dark
The only light we knew was that fire we set
In the cold - the warmth we knew was from the hugs we gave
What more could we ever lose?
We meet in a world in our fantasies
A world where we have all and more
Where we win the battles we lost
Blessed off our misfortunes
We meet in a world where we not only rise but stay above
Where we carry with us no burdens
Where we can be for each other love
Let me be for you the missing puzzle
And you walk the maze that is me
For in hopes we built
Still though, I hope you wake up not from this dream
-Untitled-
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/-untitled-_910940
This is how I envision a poem of emotional release for those who need to commiserate with sad companions.
Merry Christmas
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/merry_christmas_975326
My attempt at writing a personalized, image filled piece with use of emotions and metaphor.
If I Could
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/if_i_could_845050
The typical love poem but with my own twist and flair.
Life's Fading Light
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/lifes_fading_light-part_1-heroic_crown_of_sonnets_780461
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/lifes_fading_light-part_2-heroic_crown_of_sonnets_780708
A technical triumph for me. This poem, both part 1 and 2, are about following form and still being meaningful.
It Came And Passed
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/it_came_and_passed_952930
A very personal poem.
Shadows
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/shadows_739365
This poem is how I view poetry. Deep in meaning, smooth flow with complexity in the form.
Dark Reflection
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/dark_reflection_701080
This is an earlier attempt at using imagery and is one of my personal favorites.
Companions
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/companions_819113
A prompt provided by an excellent PS poet, who I miss, is a tribute to the PS contests and sponsors.
I Lost Myself Today
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/i_lost_myself_today_748744
A personal poem written about my self doubt which lingers like a Raven upon my shoulder.
All I Am
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/all_i_am_883394
My view of my world growing up but inspired by a beautiful moment in my life and a lovely friend.
Just Listen
Still, a lonesome dream
Pausing to reveal God’s peace
He is writing on a frozen stream
Hallelujahs falling from the skies
Gentle echoes of nature’s scream
Floating and settling, serenity
Still, in the colors of grace
Joy that blesses the dawn’s light
Drifts of beautiful, soul’s embrace
Diving in colors of dreamy white
Forcing the wonder into our face
Hesitating, laughing, tender flakes
Still, a silence as steady as night
Misty blessings on an afternoon hike
Rhythms of calm in a breathless fight
Wings glisten, pounding the nebulous air
As clouds wed to paint the earth soft white
Revealing trembling lashes who weep praises
Still, in the wonderland created by the flakes
Wind dances over the mountains, drifting
Through the grieving echoes silence makes
A precious still who lifts the heart and soul
Assuring us the Creator never forsakes
His will, snow and wind, caress with beautiful
Still, like the moment when I first heard the news
That winter was traveling across the pages
Of a land who’d felt much louder without her muse
A land where everything changed with the presence
The prayer, sturdy and strong, as gentler hearts snooze
Remembering, it is winter and we belong in this soft
Still, reflected on the moments where praise is spoken
On the distance, in the icicle’s edges, on the stars
With each quiet flake, dancing and roaming on the broken
Winds, the tears feel like shadows laced with light
Reminding every spirit of this winter, who’s so outspoken
Painting the earth in her white silence – this still…
Still that feels so alive, so bright, so much like a quiet sleep
When the entire world remembers – we’re meant to be
Filled with love and hope, love so very deep
It is never hidden beneath a blanket of snow
Instead, it glistens like the glittering sweep
Who is laughing, steady and true, through this world so still…
A world filled with nature’s splendor
Softly covered with a blanket of white glitter
A covering of joy, gentle and tender
Attempting to prove to each of us
How this still can’t be a natural offender
This still is the music of God’s angels… just listen
Pink feather boa to the wind
Third rock from the Sun
And learning aliens
Sexy men bouncing off the sidewalk
My ADD mind
Wanders
And I ponder whether or not they are tired
And if they think as I think as I run
I think I could be faster than them
I think I could take a victory lap and grab that feather
Raise it in the air and
Feel the exhilaration of freedom
That’s how we should live life every day
Laughter filled nonsense as if theres no one else in the world but just you and a mirror
And you tell your self DANG GIRL YOU CUTE
YOU cute
I love you…… you know that.
But when someone has something to say to counter that fact
I just say don’t be jealous
You should learn to love yourself
Form:
maybe there is a neat way to tell this story.
maybe pretty words and smooth cadences
could iron down the shaking of my hands
but i can’t seem to find the words.
like a fuzzy memory, there but not quite.
maybe that memory will someday be whole.
the static in my mind settled like dust
on a bed in a room we weren’t supposed to be in
and now i’m here, trying to pick up the pieces
that five year old girl couldn’t even understand.
i remember the bedsheets.
the rich crimson taunting my peripheral.
i remember my voice shrinking
my stance crumbling
i had only wanted to play.
i remember his request, softened by our age,
the way we called them “minnie” and “mickey”.
such simple terms feel like scalding water, now.
i remember standing in that old doorway,
“no” wasn’t an option, and “yes” was a lie.
i don’t remember anything else.
i don’t remember how long it lasted,
how far it went,
and i think that part scares me the most.
i don’t remember if he kept his hands to himself.
the guilt had swallowed me whole,
i figured i was naughty for caving in,
that i couldn’t tell anyone or i’d get in trouble.
i was scared, so, so scared.
and i still am, really.
there isn’t a neat way to tell this story.
i was five years old,
and i feel just as vulnerable even now.
there were no pretty words or smooth cadences.
i didn’t even know how to write my name.
the memory isn’t quite whole,
so i’ll revise the pieces i have
and i’ll sit with them until it stops hurting.
i’ll sit with her
until our hands stop shaking.
Untitled
What is a road
I mean a road
It's a path
Depending on the direction
It gives you protection
In a world that is no longer safe
So again I ask you can you face
This world
This world what is this world
It's become so violent
Voices have been silenced
To an unsilent world
We fear growing up
Because the world is a twirl
What is a choice
I mean a choice
Its what you choose
Be prepared in life sometimes We win
Sometimes we lose
What is a vision
I mean a clear vision
It helps you make the best decisions
What's the word
I mean the word
The word that breaks down the alphabet
The letters
Put them back together
To make it make sense
What is the outcome
The outcome
Of an income ??
That will one day reach the sun
Or the moon
Is it too late or too soon?
Weight have you carried the weight
On your shoulders
And the weight had been lifted
And you've been gifted with a gift
A talent
You've been given the challenge
To conquer this place
And obstacles you can face
Let me tell you about my heavenly father
I am his daughter
And he loves me
Let me tell you about a love
Real love from above
Who accepts my flaws and all
Who cares
When I feel careless
To spare when I felt spareless
Who wants to see me win and succeed
Just a spiritual war
He's guided me thus far
Let me tell you the feeling
The feeling
Of Peace beyond your understanding
Among the land of the living
We need to keep on giving
And give with a heart
And start
A brand new start
He is your starter
When you are feeling dead
He is your charger
And your jump
He helps you get over the hump
Let me tell you about a prayer
A prayer
Just know you can always call on the lord and he will always be there !!!
Written by Concetta Hardnett
03/04/2023