why do we opt to trauma bond
with whims of relatives
when their expectations
are both selfish and irrational
and inconvenient to comply with
we should not
yet we tend to do
signalling bondage
to an imaginary script
we really do not need to follow
I can’t fit inside this lock
I can’t fit inside this sock
This hole is not meant for me
Body stretching out from me
Out of sync
Misshapen link
Wash the ink out in the sink
You went day and I went night
I went left and you went right
And everything just looks so wrong
I don’t understand this song
I am way beyond repair
My liver’s pulling at my hair
My neck is biting at my tongue
My leg is choking out my lung
My hands are fighting with my heart
My pieces mixing with my parts
I’m a jumble mumbled mess
An uneducated guess
I went no and you went yes
You went more and I went less
All tied up and all stretched out
I got lupus I got gout
I don’t fit into this mold
I’m too hot and I’m too cold
I’m lopsided and askew
You went red and I went blue
I went one and you went two
And I don’t know what I should do
Fool me once and fool me thrice
But now I’m chewing on the dice
Rattle brains and saddle lice
Grip my shoulder in a vice
Two thirds left and halfway done
Three makes ten and nine makes one
Now you’ve got me all confused
Now I can’t fit in these shoes
I think that I went too long
I think that I went too long
When I was walking in the zoo,
I saw a strange and wondrous sight.
You would have found in funny too,
Unlikely creatures in a fight.
I saw a strange and wondrous sight,
A hippo fighting with a cat.
Hyenas really laughed at that.
You would have found it funny too.
The pair were really not well matched.
Of course the cat was soon dispatched.
Unlikely creatures in a fight.
But cats have nine lives as you know
And so he still has eight to go
How may we identify
with egoic views of others,
rooted in dark delusion,
when our soul is free?
I don't sight and hear you anymore
you no longer notice or hear me
Will we create a wall, of Berlin...?
Dawn again,
novel day of the century...
I await your return
for over a millennium...
I squeeze the longing in my chest,
my intimate decomposes
the soul thinks
my heart drowns me...
food getting cold
your reheated steak...
I call your name,
despair resigned...
You don't come, neither
send message...
My insides turned...
I realize you don't feel desires,
and you're not hungry!
In our sad mismatch
that unforgettable encounter
that was never completed.
He couldn't stand her temper tirades
She ranted and raved about bills left unpaid
A tragic couple they were, a perfect mismatch ~
Their marriage contract containing no escape hatch
Life that just looks good on the outside-
may not be so on the inside.
25.4.2021
Sponsor: JCB Burl
Contest: Paradox of Life( First Place )
Poem
Poet
They don’t always match
It is not exact
I mean, opposites attract
Every brand new batch
Of poems can detract
From the original, not intact
The idea that did hatch
May not become tact
The meaning now abstract
But I guess that is the catch
When you make a pact,
Or rather a devil’s contract
To somehow patch
The little compact
Of inspiration, from which you distract
Yourself from your detach
That cut you off mid act
You try to reenact
And reattach
Disregarding the fact
That you were the one to subtract
Actual creativity to snatch
At the chance to transact
Quality to make an impact
But it all went down the latch
I guess all it did was counteract
Your initial goal, inexact
From the world, you unattach
And live on in redact
With no one to interact
Forever to be a mismatch
Written on December 3, 2020
she craves to live with passion
he wants to douse her fire
this won't end well
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Circling thoughts true and imagined
comfortably sitting on the irrational
roping fear around feet and arms
without a spark
from lukewarm heart
to burn the stubble of lies
that gives body
to the wolf of inaction
stretching out mouth to a smiling pout
while the heart silently cries
and who will balm or answer its why:
words weren’t sent
tears left unanswered.
Lighter than smoke from a hidden fire
more like fragrance from ingested wine
mismatching the lying of the mouth
rising from a trembling heart
sadness wells up in the vacant eyes
and the tone of voice
that never lies.
First Place: Brian Strand-Any Form-2/8/19
First Place: Bob Carmack-Premiere II Open-2/8/19
Why do we draw conclusions
when we don't have valid reasons.
We prefer to make a fuss
we don't see what affects us.
I feel betrayed
but the next moment it is contrayed
I wonder if this is it
Will I in this mismatch fit?
You are the most perfect
You've not got any tiny defect.
You're someone I've never seen
but with you in love I've always been.
I try with myself reasoning
Why couldn't I give up in the beginning?
Though it seems beautiful
it might later prove to be a handful.
But for me this beginning is deep
I'm already standing at the mountain steep.
Whatever may be the circumstances,
I'd stand by you in all instances.
This is a promise I make
to my future self that is in the wake.
Would I keep my vow
Only the future can know.
Between Mis-Match!
Between challenged and away,
Punished at a throw,
ethics and endless,
Between rules and ruthless
Pain and pathetic
wishes and delivers
Between watch and mis-match
your eyes burn away..
only find ends of streets
...edges of society.
Doves of strangers as hell
rangers on your heels
posing as angels, you turn away
not any challenge.., No! !
looking at the sky, stars shy away
smiling behind shades of clouds
So long you defy, end is only a back
hands pained stretching for you..
stand on a shore look at the void
nothing but Waves of Pain.. evades!
waves rolling on feet… kiss them away gentle
sounds of waves, …spare them for a cry!
come back in a swift..!
down here or when there..
no more lyrics of pain left for you..
rains of Pain never stop,
you drench in your own!
ended a fool, listen it not again,
gather a soul n be back,
still u have a seat here!
Come back in a swift..!
no more lyrics of pain left for you..! !
Steal the roar of waves,
…spare that for your cry,
Stealth as much dry!
Siddartha Montik
Have you ever met the troll
That lives beneath your bed?
He really is a silly chap,
His name is Mismatch Jed.
His favorite thing to do at night
Is steal one of your socks.
Then sneak back to his hidey-hole
And stash it in a box.
So when you just can’t find the match
to the sock you want to wear,
You’ll know that Mismatch Jed’s been by
…just choose a different pair.
05/02/15
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