Violet May is slipping away...
Gentle breaths are growing shallow
Eyes tired of seeing, fade to dim
Once agile fingers now bent
Swan necks dipping on a sheet
Sergeant Vi inspired loyalty
Time was her voice was certain
Square bashing shy young WRAC's
Preparing them for war
Next a mother of a 'New Elizabethan'
Builder of a brighter world
Hope for humankind was nurtured
Secure in semidetached convictions
But time stole the memories
Callous thief that he is
Took strength and purpose too
And pain replaced certainties
And now, Violet May is slipping away...
Categories:
semidetached, age, bereavement, celebration, death,
Form: Rhyme
Why should I be sympathetic apologetic
life eats at you if you let it
never forget it
forget where you came
sick of this mumble rap its hella lame
so what can you proclaim
displace
why should I listen if you have no taste
semidetached keep the lock on your mouth latched
one to run when you're outmatched
why should I bring my homie's
when all you have is weak lyrics you show me
conglobe lounging in a chair with a bathrobe
I have a ordinary abortion nearly outlook on life
simple question why kill a baby before his life lesson
were worried steadily hurried carried along
don't want to pay turn a girl to a mom anyway
child support lost fathers at court try to distort
these memories its like our babies sold separately
adoption agency that's a sad thing to see
thankful it did'nt happen to me
im having visionary illusionary thoughts
its scary people dying from blood clots
a tumor ignore a rumor if you don't the rumor
might happen sooner. -TA
Categories:
semidetached, anger, change, grief, surreal,
Form: Lyric
In this midheaven of demigods.
beneath this semidetached shelter
of semi-manufactured souls.
apart from the half-hearted's dimidiate
the bright-half departs
for dovetailing all of our halves.
Categories:
semidetached, encouraging, god, heart, heaven,
Form: Free verse
Bad deal today, at times confusing but always harsh.
I may be lying in the mud, but I’m starring up at the stars.
Catching my flight to bliss, trying to ease the pain.
Watching from my semidetached state, the city flame into day.
Chemical sun rising over me, burning pure truth.
I think I’m falling apart again, but you always help me through.
Everyone was on me all day, now its over and I’m audi.
The flaming fury of the day, slowly going out across the city.
Mysteriously beautiful night, I just wish she could see,
through all the floating thoughts, just what’s happening to me.
Chemical sun rising over me, burning pure truth.
I think I’m falling again, and I believe its for you.
You’re so open, never fronting, always straight.
Talking inhibitions, and decisions about soul mates.
We are now, not tomorrow, these thoughts are not ours to think.
I truly know your pain, sweet Isabelle, you don’t have to speak.
Categories:
semidetached, art, friendship, imagination, life,
Form: Rhyme