My life is in shambles
Through the smiles and the rambles
It all slips though my fingers
I can't hold it yet it lingers
To torture and to taunt
My mind seems to flaunt
All that I am not
In the pit of my stomach it will rot
As I fear all I am now
Who I'll become and how
Little me would be so sad
To see how I am bruised broken and mad
I crave attention
But deny it at the mention
Not skinny
Not pretty
Please won't somebody love me
Is that too much to ask for
I know I'm a bore
Everyone expected something more
The old homestead is a shambles,
nearly hidden in wild brambles.
My mind reveals a happy place
that had once held your funny face.
The tree swing we once swung upon
is fallen rotted and now gone.
How many the years, or the miles,
have stolen those days of our smiles?
I survey the giant oak trees
we would climb for a cooling breeze.
Now covered in wild woody vines
that hold our secrets in confines.
All in shambles and forsaken,
my early memories shaken.
Has life, like home, come to descend
from vibrant life to final end?
“Let me rant and let me ramble, you’re looking at a lunatic in shambles.”
~' Let me be' by The Mighty Mighty BossTones
Do you ever feel hot, palms sweating?
your hands and feet burning
your heart benumbed
and yet, you feel a chill
running through your body.
When you look back and
see mostly an uneventful life
and see only a foreboding haze ahead?
When all the religions and the scriptures
all the philosophical treaties
and all the political maneuvering,
The social and moral proprieties
that you adhered to all your life
now seems to appear nothing but a farce.
All the passions and the obsessions
the ideals and the ambitions of your life
they all come roaring back
like the waves of the sea at high tide
and then quietly recede
leaving behind
a troubled and cynical soul in shambles.
~04/09/23
~Contest: Writing Challenge 'S' words
~Sponsor: Constance La France
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scrawling with ink dipped claws
is fall ing apart
so bad
i have a membership card
pain was always a pleasure
wanna feel the numb
can i ask you two questions
the first being can i ask you a question
what's after too late
head butting fate
sorry for the things i haven't done
yet is what you call a yeti with no eye
One day I appear in the supermarket
in sweatpants and T.
Stained nocturnal, I drive my son to a concert,
then sleep in that T, eat breakfast in that T,
wear that T all day,
shamble into the night.
I have entered the middle,
the shambling center
that is the patched heart
of aging.
Days are thrown together,
nights hang on the backs of a chairs,
rumpled mornings enter the evening
unchanged.
Submit to shambles release the pain
The fiery heart indulges a fiery gain
Up in arms will the whole world draw
As soon as the shark opens its jaw
The skies flash across a motionless earth
Touch down rays of lightening across the hearth
And to this very spot where it struck runs dry
To my hope to survive broke by my will to die
Chaos
madness
these feelings erupt
like the valcano on the other half of the world is enough
to cause a change in the human heart
Millions upon millions tore apart
A reputation in shambles
Was it worth the gamble
When you paint the sky orange
Everyone knows
It's supposed to be blue
So who are you to decide otherwise
Just a counterfeit king
With questionable authority
And a facade of moral superiority
Is just the tip of the iceberg
Beyond the sky
Is a kingdom wrought with gold
But you sold your ticket
For a pocket of heartache
And a soul full of sorrow
You simple, simple boy
How it all fell apart so easily
And now you sit alone
At a table with only your thoughts
Each one declaring you a tyrant
Too trapped in his own hype
To see you lost it all
Was it worth the gamble
And a reputation in shambles
Shudders the hill sky
Blood shed in Darjeeling on
The larks have vanished
Tea gardens are sad
Vultures jab among green leaves
They chip snowy peace
Gunshots in blue wind
Woodcutter birds make no holes
Hill dress torn to shreds
Intrastate conflict
Native ego reddening
Snakes out in summer
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June 23, 2017
Cry my eyes out
See me fall to pieces
Scattered across the ground
Hear my voice
You find hearing the crack painful
But you haven't even seen the crack in my heart
There is no way to describe
I am deep in this hole
And there is no way back
I am scarred
Left in shambles
Scattered across the ground
Crying my eyes out
I kept on thinking of you
How you just left me in shambles
and formed my heart into a boulder
Blocking my will to ever love again
You left me because of something
that you could handle but....you didn't want to
Because you didn't care....but I did
I cared for you even if I wasn't privileged
But you left me in grief
You left me to be destroyed
Within my own sorrow
Which disturbed my peace
Even if you did hurt me badly
I must forgive you
Because it releases the pain
of hatred and dispitefulness
For I shall not hate you but wait for the day
You sahll come back to me
Because I know your pain
and want to release you from it
So you can be finally free
and breath in so much air
that your happiness shall spread
Through this earth like wings
and cover it with your ever loving kindness
For this I wanted for you
But you rejected it
To only leave me in shambles.
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