If I crash-out of this med-school thing, I hope it’s a gentle spiral.
Upon a trembling wire I make my stand,
a Flying Wallenda, knowing no other life.
A deep and quiet moonlight, well flatters the mind's labour.
So scholars' efforts are commonly crowned in sleepless industry.
Coincidentally, those same treacherous moonbeams
dubble-dip as lover's ambiance.
Those that study flesh, may find their own poorly mastered,
as it conspires - in want - and distracts with fancies ill-timed
- as if desires were somehow exam-unaware.
Ambition ties me, with strings, to ever-urgent examinations,
while desire, that merry thief, giddily unlaces me.
Between love and ambition, I dance a careful step,
half-architect and half-willing fool.
Should I fall - as other highwire walkers have,
let it be said that I fell with blushing grace
- not by neglect, or overzealous reach,
but by the tragedy of earnest and impatient love.
Exams start in 2 hours. It’s hell week. Wish me luck!
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A song for this:
Tiger, my friend by psapp
Give us the pain,
the hunger,
the lust.
You judge
our vivid emotions
with straight bitterness
and angst.
In the veiled,
shy gloom
where we sit,
preaching
our wisdom—
a work of art,
a craft.
We speak
with universal themes,
battles
with self-esteem.
You judge
our self-worth,
rejecting
our executed potential
with your childish sarcasm.
Immovable blackness—
anger
and resentment.
The unfairness
of life.
Are we
deficient?
Our beautiful images,
our overzealous light—
our sacrifices,
devoured
and discarded.
I Am Green
Sea-irises, overzealous.
Look in my eyes. Don’t be jealous.
This poet’s ebb and flow spotlight.
‘Til death do we part - my birthright.
By definition always green,
Under God’s umbrella; serene.
Attuned to forever-young-springs.
Forevermore learning new things.
My soul’s confession knows no ordinary
penance—nor knows, nor feels, another mind
the nebulating sorrows therein maligned—.
I doubt my own can judge the cemetery
of bygone thoughts, dead dreams, and funerary
pathways—twisted in patterns twice entwined
through one and another—lurking behind
my steeple-belled conscience. On the contrary,
sermon is held just out of sight of that
sinister scene. By holy spirits spurred,
and righteous indignations, high exactions,
my preaching psyche’s overzealous word
inflames my anxious system’s charged reactions—
Leave it to the black cat to catch the rat.
I am a merry me frisky fey a tiny man bragged to me
Please join me at my explosive enjoyable revelry
A jollity in his overzealous ambiance was brighter than I had ever seen
Magical merriment and meshugga craziness was about to convene
Are you a leprechaun? I asked the adorable trickster, right away
Name’s McCindlesticks and I’m Celtic Irish, all the ever-loving day
That was good enough for me, being the daughter of a McCormick.
I am a bit Irish myself, and not easy to fool, cajole or trick.
No because sometimes reassurances aren't enough, you know?
Sometimes it isn't enough to remind yourself that you are alive despite whatever atrocities you've ever faced.
Sometimes telling yourself that it'll eventually get better, just isn't enough anymore.
Because sometimes bleeding feels better on the inside and it's a safer bet to drown yourself in the ethanol and pike yourself on a wooden cross in the front yard.
Sometimes trying to think positively is the last line of defense between your breathing lungs and your beatless heart, and it's ok to bite your own arms.
Sometimes it's ok to rip chunks of flesh from your own thighs and wallow in self whatever-your-choice-of-mental-poison-is.
Sometimes dying alone is not a big deal, and then sometimes it's the only activity you could ever possibly do to keep yourself from commiting a psycho-schizophrenic fueled genocide, because one overzealous "preacherman" told you that you are unworthy of rest, that one time.
Because every once in a while you need to hang yourself with a silk rope from an overdramatic oak tree, and that's ok.
Because sometimes dramatics are good for the nervous system.
I'm consumed by jealousy's flame
Overzealous emotions, hard to tame
My highs are intoxicating, lows devastating
Anger burns, a fire I'm hesitating
To love you fiercely, or leave in haste
My heart's a rollercoaster, hard to predict the pace
But you don't judge me, and that's my reprieve
For I'd judge you too, in self-defense
We're flawed, imperfect, yet we fit
Our issues entwined, a complicated knit
Give me your demons, I'll share mine
Together we'll face the trials of our minds
Bask in the glory of our brokenness
Our love's the solution to our messiness
I got issues, one's my need for you
You, with your quirks, and hands that pull me through
Poorly wired, yet perfectly mine
You break, you mend, with an ocean's design
Push and pull, our love's a test
But you see it from my side, and I from yours, we're blessed
We got issues, but love makes us whole
Embracing flaws, our hearts now unfold
I need you, you need me, in this imperfect dance
Together we'll heal, in this messy romance.
Oh, how you brushed and washed me,
And lovingly dental flossed me -
How tragically you lost me,
When I was extracted from your skull
By an overzealous faerie,
Toothless, hideous and scary,
Who from kids like you, unwary,
Snatches denture teeth, which he can cull.
There is a moon stuck inside the stoplight
A still unblinking gaze controlling blood tides
Circulatory system like New York City in the seventies
The thrashing of my tire fire heart led
To the tribute of an overzealous blood tithe
With the buzzing of the latch relay circuit
Night and day, the cosmic light switch clicks
Itself into place, there is no dusk or dawn
We are burdened to tread in the interchange
We are a gathering of werewolves, in need
Of a blood moon, craving catharsis and hope
There is no time to pencil in a reverie
A daily scene, like a living nightmare
Turning us into cybernetic lycanthropes
In the gentle haze of emerald leaves
Is balm for minds wrestling with unease
With a sweet green goddess solace found
In the garden where anxiety is unbound
She whispers to an overanxious soul
Dancing to a peaceful melody to console
Elevating my spirits to a celestial flight
Consternation disappears into the night
When panic's fierce storm comes near
The green goddess is a repellent of fear
A guardian peering out from a viridescent cloud
Providing respite from an overzealous crowd
Let the embers glow in a serene embrace
In the garden of green anxiety finds its grace
A sanctuary with a heightened sense of calm
The power to reactivate these hues in my palm
I used to think grandpa was full of bull
So I took things he said with a spoonful
And knew he was kiddin’
When he won a ribbon
For first place in the fart finger pull
That of course made gram kind of jealous
But her farting was overzealous
Plus she shouted out
That she pushed one out
But the room stunk, so no need to tell us
Well Aunty tried getting in the game
But honestly her farts were quite lame
She’d yell out a ‘shush’
While lifting her tush
But we all silently felt her shame
Lastly, uncle was proclaimed the winner
When conducting his gas after dinner
He’d hit the high notes
Louder than ten goats
Then ripped some like a tuba beginner
Advent Of Spring
Reemerging sunlight magically illuminate a darkened alpine summit
Cloud lingered for an eternity now banished amidst surviving spruce
Spores through withered ground sprout anew like a recurring comet
Pristine water inundates bank of anonymous river nourishing moose
Above urban landscape people taste remnants of a variety of smells
Relishing April showers children emulate elfin leprechauns carousing
Cabs defying limousines vie for fares portraying overzealous gazelles
Memories of winter beneath a bluer sky heralds the advent of spring
01/13/2018
West Palm Beach
Florida USA
I am in a hypnotic TRANCELIKE state, but not a dream.
The pain went away and became a SURREAL discovery.
In these HAZY times, my heart swelled with esteem.
I was in a DREAMLIKE inspired by the natural recovery.
I tumble faint pain, staring at the ETHEREAL paradise.
A yellow dwarf in the SHADOWY flow by a focal spot.
Responsibility outlines our reality until we verbalize.
An overzealous ego caused the IMAGINARY threat.
Hallucinations versus UNREAL degrade over time.
Even though I'm stuck on my bed, afraid of the cold.
A girl using a wet, fluffy towel wiped my tears slime.
I'm so centered today that I can't let my eyes behold.
Dispose of all else, and aid will arise as required.
As I flee earth ties, my vitality and skill grow.
It makes me feel refreshed in my mind.
Spooky areas that reflect the spirits undergo.
Now I'm feeling pretty optimistic and trusting.
My life is back to being fun and lovely subdue.
The natural day is peaceful and hardly reproving
Simply, it's because I was in love with you.
Third place contest winner
Written: May 24, 2021
Writing Prompt - Dreamlike - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
''Overzealous imagination. Mind constantly in abstraction --thinking literally in creative dimension.''
otherworldly beauty;
outstanding view of beach
on tropical island.
observing waves crashing
on jagged rocks, explode.
overzealous starlings,
optical treat in sky!
Submitted for...
Pleiades O Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kim Merryman
Date written: 04/03/2021
And for...
Look At This Place! Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
Date written: 04/03/2021
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