She,
with an ocean resting in her eyes,
not blue,
only deep.
Her smile says
everything is fine.
As if contentment
were no longer a feeling,
but a face.
But does peace
really mean only silence?
People prefer to believe
that calm itself is happiness,
that peace arrives without a past.
Still,
I will not ask her.
The bindi on her forehead,
like the center of a void,
from where
everything begins
and also ends.
Whether a storm lives inside her or not,
it is not necessary
to know.
Some truths do not need language.
She is the bearer,
and I am merely the onlooker.
Some forms of beauty
do not ask to be questioned,
only to be met with silence.
And the void
is not empty every time.
Sometimes,
it holds everything
within itself.
©?Chitra Arun
All these thoughts trapped inside my brain.
Visions, delusions, writhing in pain;
As I scream out in vain.
I keep calling your name,
Only to be met by silence again.
Why can't you hear me?
I just wanted you near me.
How can you not see?
I'm not as bad as I seem.
It just all fell apart,
Almost at the start.
As soon as I let you inside,
You tore me apart.
You've broken my heart.
It's all my fault, somehow I caused it.
Claimed you had a 'good reason', I lost it.
The words shattered my soul,
So harsh and so cold.
Made me feel so alone,
Felt like I should be gone.
You say that you're done,
I'd thought you might have been the one.
I don't know what to do now.
You said, "Just stop.", what if I don't know how?
The tails we tell ourselves To make ourselves feel warmth. restart with goodnight then we've changed. We believe the lies we tell ourselves Need those tails to tell ourselves hugs. Kisses jumps before you sleep. All emotional thrills the truth we never seek.
The truth is cold sharp and it kills even if the truth is supposed to heal.
The truth never matters the lie was the big deal. We take only what we feel is necessary to carry, but we never take We take only what we feel is necessary to carry. But we never take what is needed to care. The tails others tell us are selfish unnecessary selfish lies. To keep us docile. Denial is our friend and regret is always rescheduled, Our minds are beautiful. They without command push the truth so far back that years of denial becomes a padded lock. It's those who face the truth that dont have smiles or parties.
The honest, the downer, the hated,the ones who say nothing, do nothing, just walking through life not messing with anyone. Only to be met with contempt. Why? Because the truth is in our walk, head up and eyes straight, its in our voice calm and direct. Not a leader but they follow, Not a talker but they ask for a speech.
October breaks my heart
When it ends, begins
And the days in between
It never lives up to my expectations
I am often disappointed in the weather
And other various things
It is anxiously waiting for the days to draw colder and the Earth to paint her face only to be met with countless days of continuing heat and an ever drying landscape
October is the month of my departed sons birth and the month of my mother's last breath
Its remembering the last time I saw the sun on his skin as he walked out of the doors of the school for the last time, the first time I experienced the death of a friend
October breaks my heart
Into a million pieces
Yet I'm always sad to see it go
Why is a word that can cause an argument. Why do I get stuck in the my head? Why do I have labels on my skin? Why are you being so dramatic? Why do talk that? Why aren't you happy? Why are you happy? Why do ask so many questions? Why can't you be like the others? Why cant you sit still? Why don't you just shut up and get over it?
Why would you say that? Why is he doing this that to me? Why won't he stop? Why am I wearing clothes associated with my age yet he sees me as an adult? Why is this a tradition? Why is it common? Why won't she be nice to me? Why won't she just love me as a sister and not as a punching bag a reminder of the past the face she saw crying in the back as the show goes on!?
Why do strangers get the love of a blood when I get the fat that's collected when separated!? Why do I have to yell the same only to be met with confusion expression and laughter? Why do I get the feeling of being selfish when I always had my self and why do I have to be the bigger person with smallest number out of three?
I guess the biggest why is ( why me?).
My heart twists and bends
Doing its best not to break
As my arms reach out into
empty space
Believing you're there
Aching to pull you close
Despite this space between us
And your walls I wish to climb
I can often feel you next to me
So real I'm able to forget you aren't
And, just sometimes
I turn to say something to you
Only to be met with
Nothing - no one next to me
But it felt so real
In those moments I wonder if it's
just me
Have you - do you ever find yourself doing the same?
I miss, but more than miss you
I love you beyond measure, yet fall short
Tout ce que tu es est beau pour moi
Tu es mon amour, toujours
Proper handshake
No string wrist
Your iconic mustache harboring
A giddy smile
That stretched from Oregon to Maine
Like your Harley once had
I should’ve stirred more conversations
My shyness stifling
The words I wished to speak
Tis why I write this
As words flow poorly
Unless my pen is to paper
Your angelic being left an essential impact on me
I long for you to see this from the afterlife
As a poem is the truest form of gratitude I can offer
Cancer’s viciousness peeled you away
With invisible speed
Like a spiraling tornado
Leaving in its void
A family searching for explanations
Only to be met with the evil head of grief
Your spirit carries on
Through vast memories I hold
Through countless lessons you engrained in me
Through a sensational life lived
When it is time to shake hands again
My wrist will be firm
Eye contact will be made
And a proper handshake given
Savage beasts run rampant on the path between my ears, turning sound to silence, thoughts there to fill the void.
We run and we hide but there seems no way out of this cyclical sentence, years to life.
My creaking joints are a reminder of my humanity, but the alien in my head begs to differ.
I am sworn to secrecy, a pinky promise between two hands of the same being, fingers tied in a knot
The unwelcome banging on my door snaps me back into a state of internal slumber, They will never find out.
Through drainage and desolation
My feelings develop congested and hindered
Common folk chatter aimlessly, but I sit and ponder the fearless death of fallen leaves
Raindrops race down glass, I watch as I fill with an encroaching melancholia
The sound of my cries echo in the hollow auditorium of my chest
Although pounding with in my ears, they are silent to the world around me
I reach out my hand only to be met with the bones of a friend, I wasn't the only one
I HAVE TRIED EVERYTHING TO FEEL ENOUGH
TO DO ENOUGH OF WHAT I AM REQUIRED TO DO
IT IS LIKE PEOPLE ASSUME IM A DUO
I CAN ONLY DO WHAT I CAN
THROUGH IT ALL I COME BACK EXHAUTED.
EXHAUSTION HAS BECOME MY LIFE PARTNER
BUT I STILL WORK HARDER
ONLY TO BE MET BY ANNOYED BACK LASHES
WHAT ELSE CAN A HUMAN DO?
DEPRESSION MET ME RIGHT AFTER
HOSTING PARTIES ALONGSIDE EXHAUSTION
ANXIETY MY LIFE-LONG FRIEND WAS PRIORITISED
?MY MENTAL HEALTH STABLE
OF COURSE NOT
I AM AT A BARE MINIMUM OF MYSELF
STILL BEING BACKLASHED ON MY IMPROVEMENTS
NO COMPLIMENTS, NOTHING
KEEPING THE BRIMMING TEARS AT BAY
NOT TO LONG TILL I FULLY BREAK.
TOO BAD NO ONE IS PERFECT
DO NOT EXPECT PERFECTION FROM MYSELF
NOT A PERFECT CHILD, PARTNER, SIBLING EMPLOYEE OR COLLEGUE
BARE MINIMUM PRESSURE AND MY STRING WILL BREAK
This shallow foreland once populated
by Lowestoft people till in 'fifty three
a storm surging high tide inundated
dwellings lamentably lost to the sea.
Former homes replaced by concrete commerce
were sheltered behind a defiant wall,
where years later gathered Christians diverse
to greet the Easter sunrise; after all
only to be met with grey skies and snow
that covered the Salvation Army band.
No sign of the sun, we sang with gusto
to warm ourselves in this bitter wasteland.
No cliffs here to defy a raging sea,
just faith shared clasping a mug of tea.
The Pacific
The ship was going down a water mountain
only to be met with another mountain and
going up and up, this dizzying dance no rest
only holding on for life hoping the Typhon
would blow itself out.
Towards morning the see was simmering
down leaving us to try working, but the talk
in the mess hall was subdued.
They stopped talking to him for no apparent reason
He reached out only to be met with silence
So he prayed and reached out again, no response
He prayed and extended an olive branch, to no avail
Then he shook the dirt from his shoes and joy filled his
Heart like floods of flowing waters
He had a new attitude
Peace was his new friend
And he would never go anywhere again
Where he felt he needed to be in
One day the phone rang
And it was one of those people who had ignored him
He said “Hello” as cordial as possible
But something was missing he felt a detachment
The caller was acting as if
Nothing had ever happened
Wanting to talk about trivial things
But the man who once felt marooned
Said he had to go
The caller paused, and said, “I know”
Taking others for granted is a form of torment
Some may frolic while others lament
Just be aware, that when you want to
Grin and bend
The man who was ignored caught the hint
I fumble along the dark deserted road...
Willing myself to move faster...
My legs are like rubber, they scream at me to flee...
For in this nightmare you are there... Waiting to pounce...
It feels as though my heart will rip itself right out of my chest... Its beating so very fast...
Terror stricken I lunge forward... Only to be met with a wall of steel...
Must you torture me so? With your eyes of horror and pure evil... As I fall back on the hard ground, I cry out... But it is on deaf ears...
Then you take your prize... What's left of my heart...
For in this nightmare you are there... Waiting to pounce...
The Extinction of the Sea Turtles
By Elton Camp
Human villainy is a cause for alarm
It causes much environmental harm
If the sea turtle should become extinct
To deliberate human acts it is linked
Sea turtles take decades to sexually mature
Then their offspring are far from secure
Males and females mate out in the sea
But on the sandy beach its nests must be
To the beach where hatched many return
Only to be met by the selfish and stern
She hauls herself up onto the home beach
Digs a hole to put her eggs out of reach
Then she covers and hides them well
Just where they are it’s hard to tell
But people have been there on alert
And immediately dig into the dirt
Huge sacks of eggs they carry away
So there will be no babies another day
It is largely because of this disgrace
That extinction the sea turtle does face
Got a challenge that we thought we could meet
Spent hours and resources only to be met with defeat
Information there's plenty out there
But not all of it will everyone share
So this morning we started our little quest
With plenty of faith that we'd pass the test
Our mission is far from complete
But all resources we seem to deplete
Now we just sit back and scratch our head
Wondering if some other avenue we could have taken instead
Winning a challenge is usually not that hard to do
But right now, my friend, we were stumped by you
Yet don't think we are ready to give in
We have some time in which to still win!
An Uncle Charlie Original
© 2010 unclecharlie
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