We wake from the past, though not from sleep,
Where scattered images are a curse to keep.
Copyright © 2026 by Crystal David John
my thoughts scattered
like seashells on the beach
waiting to be touched
The popping pod plant, rain cause the plant's pop to burst, and scattered black seeds.
The star fragment has chosen another.
Darling, if your heart is righteous—
and if you desire to guard the cosmos,
I will wait a hundred years for you.
When these colors fade to grey,
you’re a million miles away.
Galaxy heart, soar as high as you want my love.
Torched within, I yearn for those eyes once more.
These endless cycles of night and day,
light and darkness, they both exist inside.
I must see you again.
Yet, I can’t bear the torment of isolation.
Spilling grounds, wind cyclones, eruptions.
Signs of your imminent arrival.
I can’t endure this anymore.
My time here has been a spec in the span of your quest.
The power of the cosmos
My galactic empress.
Now that the storm has finally come,
I wait patiently in the field of flowers.
Dreaming of seeing my shooting star once more.
I haven’t forgotten your canvas, paramour.
If I must wait another hundred years,
I will follow your path of stardust.
Because that is the will of the heavens,
the fate determined by the stars.
My heart is like autumn leaves
falling from the trees
scattered on the ground
stepped on
by those who don't care for their beauty
pale silver sickle
hangs in the grey velvet sky~
a silent vigil.
stars begin to gleam
tiny diamonds scattered far~
a guide in darkness.
gentle light descends
touching sleepy, dreaming earth~
a hushed, soft embrace.
SCATTERED CONCEALMENTS-:-
mimetic
imagination
camouflaged
heightened
resemblance
in a QUEST OF OBLIVION
chance
happenings
sought-after
self-referential
superiority
of SEQUENTIAL AESTHETICS
inimitable
familiar
inevitability
unfocused
atmospheres
Tempest with a little bit of lemon,
then read the tea leaves as they fall
in oft tangled messages
from the winds of second heaven,
or from heated winds of hell
shrieking across the wild land
to find me in the peaceful cotton groves
where for now I safely dwell,
and where the sun has come
and where the moon has gone
in patterns of steadfastness,
and where winds of change now thrum
warning me to flee before the tempest
takes the lemon from the tea
and scatters leaves so I can’t see
the meaning of my lifelong quest.
A terrified mob ran towards the main street, Tsunami, Tsunami and Tsunami,it cried, Back water rushed into the Basilica's feet, Stuff was pulled back into the sea side, Calls, cries and confusions were there, Dead bodies scattered every where.
Beyond two tiny
unhinged-gates,
a cobbled path
paves eerie tones.
It guides one through
its labyrinth maze--
of toppled-over
defaced stones.
The specters grace
the weepin' trees,
with prayers--so they too
can rest in peace.
For what lies below
its caved-in slabs--
with wicked weeds
that pricks then stab.
Ghosts' jewelrys, mostly those
of golden round, within each pile
of shredded clothes--attached to
dusty scattered-bones are found.
Scattered sparks
from my soul,
Scatters on white paper.
Through collision with you,
flash,
like the sky splits open.
Need your ink,
time and steady hands,
to catch,
what falls from
cracked clouds of my brain,
poems spilling
like sudden rain.
My world shattered in May when my youngest son
took his own life after a long struggle with mental illness
I tried to help him so many times, but it seemed,
the more I tried, the more he pulled away
I had to come to the conclusion that it was not my struggle
and live my own life, while letting him know that I was there
to help when needed, I had to keep going forward in my
own life and find a purpose for myself while he lived his
When my world shattered, I gathered as many pieces as I could
and started to rebuild my world, and I noticed there were some
parts that would not fit in my new life and that's okay,
I just needed to keep moving forward and recognize that I am different
It is so hard at times to realize that I am leaving the life with my son
in it behind, but I will never forget him and will love him with a mama's
unconditional love forever, and I do look forward to the day that
I will see him again, whole, healed, and in a good place
Scattered Thoughts
Overwhelmed from responsibilities.
Need a place to run away.
Surrounded by pessimistic poison.
Sometimes a toxic relationship.
Paralyzed to make a change.
Drinking is the remedy.
What is the root of the problem?
Guilt and anxiety all around.
Insecurities begin with bullies.
Observe and recognize.
Are thoughts holding you captive?
Drowning from manipulation?
Mind control from controlling antagonists.
Drowning in circumstances.
Find your way through the dark.
Fight through the chaos.
This is your journey.
Take a stand boldly.
Cut out the cancer from your life.
If depression came in a package
it might have the prettiest outer layer.
If depression came in a package
it might have the brightest red bow.
If depression came in a package
it would be advertised by a forked tongue.
Don't be fooled by the paper
it lies over top of danger.
If the package should unravel
and scatter where you stand,
you will soon see the demons.
Don't let them take your hand.
If the package should unravel
and scatter where you stand,
you will feel thousands of blades
cutting your spirit, heart, and hands.
So don't let it unravel;
the package deserves the hottest of flames,
because the dangers it holds inside
are death of the soul, by name.
So don't let it unravel;
the package deserves the hottest of flames,
because the dangers it holds inside
are anything but a good game.
If depression came in a package
it won't at first expose itself by name,
but the sooner it scatters like ashes in the wind
the less you suffer from shame.
In fragments and tatters, in pieces and shards, scattered by the winds of time,
I gather them carefully, even if they hurt me, my fingers bleed, but I do not stop,
These precious fragments, these bitter shards, these tattered edges and broken tears,
I collect them with longing, refusing to let them fall into oblivion,
Each piece carries with it a story, an echo of what once was,
A puzzle of lost memories, a constellation of desires and regrets,
I cannot let them be lost in the void, to dissolve into the silence of forgetting,
For they are part of me, of who I was and who I am now,
I carve a path through the shadows of the past, through the ruins of shattered dreams,
I bend down to gather what remains, to weave again the tapestry of my life,
With each shard and each tatter, I build a new beginning,
I refuse to give up, to surrender to despair, for in these fragments lie the seeds of hope.
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