We've become so used to monsters,
Camouflaged as purple-shaded immortal beings;
That we've simply overlooked,
Our human capabilities of solidarity.
We've disposed of the warmth we once shared,
And instead left each other alone;
With only our demons and mental insecurities,
To shatter even the minute pieces of integrity in our soul.
Out feelings have become so volatile,
That they even evaporate in front of our eyes sometimes;
Then reconstitute, only to melt away again,
Further strengthening the rebellion in our squirming silhouette of a mind.
Yet in the expanse of time, we'll be nothing,
Materialism however seems to consume all our senses,
Like an unintelligible whisper in a silent room,
Reality only makes a phantomlike touch on our finger tips.
Categories:
reconstitute, allusion, deep, depression, emotions,
Form: I do not know?
I am at it, again, but I don't know why the devil in me
should take such points as spelling and grammar as correctly being
so NOTICEABLY HIDDEN from my view.
After all, it's but a SMALL matter of GREAT importance to me
when I have to RECONSTITUTE the REMAINING REGULATIONS
REGALED by the WRITTEN word.
But the CRUEL CRUX is the CONTEMPTIBLE COAGULATION of
CREATIVITY that COINCIDES with the CONCENTRATION, CARE,
and CONCERN at their COMING.
WHILE WORDS WHISPER to me WITHOUT WARNING, their
INDIFFERENT IMPORTANCE IMPLIES that I am INTO INESCAPABLE
ISSUES with them.
EMPTY MOUTHFUL of words, I know...Yet I am OFTEN OVERWHELMED
WHEN WORDS WILLINGLY WROUGHT in thought are WOVEN into
a PAPER FABRIC.
How, silly of me to think that I should quit . I am just a dumbs _ _ t !!
For Charles Henderson's "Free As You Choose" Contest.
Categories:
reconstitute, confusion, imagination, introspection, on
Form: Free verse
Lots'a stuff happening,
some a bit scary....
Places I seem soon destined to go,
I grow a little wary
But every posted fear,
Every second thought I mused,
Shar was there....
She rebuilt my confidence,
So I'm on the road again,
Sure I had a scare,
But Shar was there...
Other times I'd get sad,,
Wanna give up,
Sit stock still in a chair,
Point it at the wall,
Devoid of every care...
Contemplating if I dare....
From such thoughts away she'd tear,
Cause Shar was there...
When I needed Safe Harbour,
To reconstitute my thought',
I'd read this one poem of hers,
There was the relief I sought..
Categories:
reconstitute, caregiving, confusion, depression, education,
Form: Free verse