Smoking all while it is heavily but gently snowing.
Smiling through thoughts that are so saddening and so unraveling.
Staying strong as usual through all of what is separating.
In the quiet dark, where tears fall free,
There's a place inside, just you and me.
No more pain, no worldly clatters,
In this empty space, nothing else matters.
Lost in a void, no joy, no light,
Aching hearts, endless night.
No more dreams, no hopes it shatters,
In this deep despair, nothing else matters.
Lonely souls, we drift and weep,
In this vast void, so cold and deep.
No more laughter, no friendly chatters,
In this heavy silence, nothing else matters.
But hold on tight, for dawn may break,
In sadness, love can still awake.
Through tears and fears, new life scatters,
In a fragile moment, something else matters.
This society is quietly infusing love inside of me,
Though testing my sobriety and everything that I believe,
A good man what I try to be while suffocating trying to breathe,
I wish I had a time machine to change my past cause honestly,
The future don't inspire me I wake up then I cry from dreams,
Mouth to pillow hiding screams smiling trying to hide these things,
This life is but a trial it seems must separate from childish schemes,
Growing up without the means to be myself it always seems,
That I can never find relief my heart been searching hard for peace,
Around most folk I hardly speak I only talk through art discreet,
If life a play my part is weak the golden child who's scarred beneath,
Looking at the stars I seek a way for me to starve this beast.
Sometimes i would like to have an affair with death/
kiss her beautiful lips/
& paint lasting memories in her mind
I would like to shake her hands/
unearth her secrets/
& throw my anger through the window pane
sometimes i would like to figure her touch/
feel her withered skin/
& crawl beneath her scary legs
I would like to dine with her/
taste those meals she fries/
& asks her "Why"
I would like to share a conversation/
maybe ask why she is called "Death"/
death - a respecter of no person
whispers of years past
long gone opportunities
loves that never were
whispers of years past
long gone opportunities
loves that never were
The type of day that saps the soul
when energy sinks low,
where gloom and dismal feeling stir
and quench your inner glow.
Your body aches, your head is numb,
you feel that life’s no fun.
You’re plodding on to do your work
and glad when it is done.
You want to sit and ponder
on the things that made you sad,
with memories sent to haunt you
of the times that you found bad.
Now it’s right to take a moment
to re-live your own despair,
through the time you’re life was pointless
when you wished you were not there.
For in memory is our healing
where we navigate our soul,
where we learn to cope with sadness
and continue our life’s role.
For we cherish all our memories
and we collect them in our dreams,
for our life goes on regardless
of the heartaches we have seen.
Ivor G Davies
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on an old bench amongst wild flowers sad thoughts come drifting
~~ lost memories entwine with tranquility as birds sing softly ~~
and a cool breeze takes my sorrow and casts it out to sea
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January 30, 2015
Poetry/Sijo/Sad Thoughts
Copyright Protected, ID 01-637-096-30
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Glorious Sijo Fields, Visual 7
sponsor Andrea Dietrich, Judged 02/2015
Third Place