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You Wanted

In life and in love, you wanted
Someone whose love was true.
And through the ups and downs,
They would always be there for you.

You said that your someone
Would hold on regardless.
Their love would come naturally
And in your relationship be selfless.

It's been known your lover needs
A heart that's as big as yours,
Overfilled with so much affection
That out of them it pours .

Most importantly, you wanted
A love who wanted to stay.
So I must ask you,
Why do you push me away?

The Kingdom of Forgotten Things

In the bottom of a drawer,
where rusted nails and screws gather dust,
never used to mend the house
we swore we’d build together,
my dreams lie waiting.

In the back,
with the dried-up ketchup packets
we thought would stretch the hard days,
but never opened—
you’ll find remnants of hope
wrapped in crinkled edges.

Tossed in an overfilled closet,
crushed beneath the weight
of your unpacked clothes—
the pieces I kept
after you left—
they’re hidden there too.

And in the basement,
where clutter grows like ivy,
where portraits we barely recall
prop up the cobwebs—
those fragile threads of time—
don’t let them fall.
I think I left part of me
down there as well.

Scattered like puzzle pieces
from a hurried Christmas morning,
left unfinished as we rushed
to places we never wanted to go.
Or maybe they’re like the tire tracks
carved into the mud from journeys
that never mattered,
etched into the earth
and fading into memory.

This is the Kingdom of Forgotten Things.

My Ballot

I cast my ballot for Destiny
My dreams halted
My mind behind bars 
An inconsolable thought
I greet Destiny with a tired smile
Destiny stares back at me.
She perseveres.
We meet in the middle 
Of a fog
Hand outstretched, overfilled with serenity
I am solemn
Solemnly tranquil 
as our hands intertwined
I live vicariously through Her
We are linked by the Fates.
Our lives.
No longer separate or singular
Thankfully and longingly
I regret my monotonous life.
A life without myself
Without Destiny
I slip my ballot past the gate.
I vote for my future.

Till Then

Unquenched thirst 
for things divine
can only come
when the bucket
has overfilled.
As absorbed and filtered
will be light
if a grain of sand
becomes glass,
surrendering itself
to high heat.

Until We Meet Again

I know you are sad that I am no longer there. 
I'm in the presents of God. No need to despair. 
This place beautiful unlike anything I've ever seen.
Not one soul here who Jesus hasn't made clean. 
No trash to pick up around these pearly streets of gold
I see the garden nearby just like the bible had told.
When I want something to eat I just pull it off the vine.
No need to prick my finger. I'm healed. Heaven is devine!!
I am no longer thirsty as my cup is overfilled.
I can now see the river. Oh how I am thrilled!!
The sky is so blue yet it's not overly bright.
Oh, by the way, did I mention I have perfect sight??
To those whom I left when I had passed away
There is something important that I would like to say.
Stay strong in the Lord and repent every day
For you do not know when the Lord will call your way. 

I

We Feign Surprise

Look around; the Earth is dying;
the whales and elephants crying.
The honeybee has dwindled down,
the Earth is dying; look around.

Plastic pollutes the world's oceans;
brewing up poisonous potions.
Despite organic substitutes,
the world's oceans; plastic pollutes.

Climate change, tomorrow's forecast,
spurred on by greed, present and past.
Today, renewable sounds strange;
tomorrow's forecast, climate change.

We've overfilled all the landfills
and cut down the trees for sawmills.
Garbage dumps have all been backfilled;
all the landfills we've overfilled.

We feign surprise as glaciers melt
at speeds not previously felt.
Because we'd rather believe lies,
glaciers melt as we feign surprise.

He

He deserves such softness. 
Bony hips bruised on the corners of card tables and rough edges
Three different lifetimes worn through his young skin.
Skin bruised beyond its years and demanded tougher every day. 

He shall be anointed with the softness of my palms and fingertips
May my lips show him his hunger and thirst is all that matters
The folds and curved edges in my mirror were overfilled in my mind
But it is not my mind that needs cushioning
It is his.

I will be his softness. Whether to lay a tired head upon, or to devour hungrily.
Like a peach, my skin, too, breaks easily, and he may tear into my sweet flesh
But for once, I can see him nourishing himself
And I can be his softness.

If I Long For You More Than Death

winds of separation you blew towards me when you set the boundaries of longing. 
it was you who overfilled the bowl I held out
then whilst spilling the wine, you laughed.
how did you, then, walk away?
stumbling and staggering, I tried following you
but your intoxication overpowered me.
you create the longing
yet you ask why.
why?
I wish I knew too.
keep me or don't.
ill be lower than your other lovers.
because I cannot fulfil your standard. My incompetence is my death,
the grave I shall lay in.
I am not worthy of even a drop of your love
yet I asked for a shower.
like a fool meeting a fool, I met myself.
and like death after death, I lived for the sake of seeing you.
I lived for the sake of hearing you.
if I had met myself earlier,
I would've blinded myself 
because I shouldn't look at you with my unworthy eyes. eyes
that can't love you properly; eyes that cant trust you fully.
because you are a shapeshifter who shows me different shades of one colour.
master of change.

Night

In shiny armor knights of old,
Only quests for the brave and bold,
Famed Holy Grail chalice to hold.
But my heavy chalice isn’t gold,
Mine is night black and filled with cold,
About death is my story told,
A memory covered in mold.

Not expected plain death, you see,
When older age exacts a fee,
Known illness, not surprisingly.
That night was never planned, by me.
Unexpected, this was to be
Black night, black car, walking was she,
Killing her, instantaneously.

Still awake with thoughts of the dead,
My black cup overfilled with dread,
Remembering every word she said
Since shining day when we were wed.
Quest for peace now my daily bread,
Weariness drops my heavy head,
My chalice of the night, from A to Zed.



January 24, 2022
Contest: The Chalice of Night
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
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Come Back

Saša Milivojev - COME BACK


Come back In a slumber
In a contellation
I listen for your soft steps
Vanished touches of mute fingers
Wrap my untouched neck
Like a wineglass overfilled
Like mother’s warmth
I miss
Your dazzling visage
Come back From afar and remember
Our stage that is washed
By silver rains
Come back
From afar Say my name no more
But come back
And use no more
Wingless birds to send
Teary letters
In the faded skies
Search for a path of return
As I have waited for you so long
I play with tears
Living every tone
Of our song
Come back Freeze next to me
So we can melt together

 

Saša Milivojev

www.sasamilivojev.com

Today

Today the boy who sexually abused me got married.
I.
I got to spend the day feeling like the contents of my overfilled stomach were going to cascade out of me.
I got to spend the day glued to my screen, pretending I wasn’t feeling guilty, disgusting and a failure.
I got to spend the day hoping to catch even a glimpse that his bride left him. To hope she saw the light.
I spent the day feeling physically and mentally nauseous at my inability to speak about it.
I spent the day convincing myself that it really wasn’t that bad, perhaps I overreacted. She would be fine.
Whilst he married the ‘love of his life’, I convinced myself that one day I too would be loved enough.
The broken carcass of my soul would be good enough for somebody. 
Today. 
My sexual abuser got married.

And a Nose ****

I walk outside after an 8 hour shift
Having no idea, it is a seventy-four degree day.
I am wearing my wooly hat, that covers most of my face,
And my coat is buttoned up to my nose.

How had I missed this sunlit day?
I didn’t even hear anyone say,”Hey,
 It’s really warm out there!”  Bullocks.
I can counsel children outside, as well as in.
I actually prefer listening to them outside.

I feel really strange that I totally missed this.
I missed an entire sun-filled afternoon!  I strip
Off my coat, scarf, and fluffy overfilled hat, and
Get into my car thinking how silly I looked wearing
A hat with ear flaps as I left my school building.

“You’re ready for tomorrow,” another teacher had yelled at me
Before I could loosen all the locks and whistles that hold the
Ear flaps and nose-**** in place.  
“It’ll be 30 degrees tomorrow, and that’s the high!”
Welcome to Kansas and Missouri.

My Wish

When I close my eyes and make a wish,
the wish I wish is always just this:
Please, let my daughter grow up strong;
Let her be safe and away from wrong;
Let her laugh, let her play, and let her run;
Let her find her moments in the sun;
Let her know joy and be filled with glee;
Let her see the pride that abounds in me;
Let her know God and answer His call;
Let her not from His graces fall;
Let her grow in love and peace;
Let her zest for life never cease;
Let her beauty shine inside and out;
Let her discover what life is all about;
Let her find love and share in its desire;
Let her have children to raise and admire;
Let her find happiness in all that's around;
Let her laughter be her one true sound;
Let her serve well with all of her charms;
Let her seek comfort in her Creator's arms;
Let her find beauty in all that life offers;
Let her be blessed with overfilled coffers;
Let her grow old in a very graceful manner;
Let her children carry on the family banner;
Let her life be an example of God's true love;
And let her fly away on the wings of a dove.

Dandelion Lies

I cannot see the skies
Through your dandelion lies
You're spreading them quick as a wildfire

Those dandelion seeds
They float through the breeze
And where they land, the pile grows higher

Tell me please, can't you see
How there's no place for me
In amongst the lies you've spread around

If you want me to stay
Please clear them away
So I stand on the steady ground

Be quick, be aware
Pluck them out of the air
To give me some room for breathing

You cannot keep lies
In these overfilled skies
If you're the person I am to believe in

The Photo

Recently at an office
Where they check my ailing heart
While thumbing through a magazine
A photo set apart
The timeless snapshot black and white
I couldn't turn the page
Through watering eyes I looked  back
To those innocent childhood days
It may have been, void of color
But certainly not to me
Trees were green as springtime grass
Skies as blue as seas
Rows and rows of fluff white cotton
With workers in the field
Hand sewn sacks across their backs
Most generally overfilled
What one couldn't see was clear to me
Sensations that I felt
I closed my eyes released my mind
My heart began to melt
Bleeding fingers, unbearable heat
Eye burning salty sweat
Those moans of  hymnals while they worked 
Things one does not forget
Raised in the country in my youth
Those fields were all around
We'd ride our bikes and watch them pick
We loved those soul felt sounds
Easily, that photo 
Could have been, taken by my mother
Come to fetch us home to eat
Me and my big brother


    original poem by Daniel Turner  "poemdog"  2013

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