Short Brink Poems
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I've way too much time to think,
Little did you ever know, I'm on the brink,
Between the inanity of isolation
And the beckoning of liberation.
Do you guys detect a pattern emerging
About to O.D... on the precipice I'm verging
Too much damn happy
On the brink of sappy
Must reverse this trend, with danger I'm flirting
denial of culpability
relationships gone
love forsaken
sit and write
endless words
anger unleashed
forgiveness begged
abstract concepts
random rants
filling space
why?
does anyone care?
''Standing on the edge of cliff that drop suddenly. So vast, depth unknown. The sky is clear and blue. Watching the heavens, while it twirls. It's easy to imagine --that this is the world's brink.''
I told her how I feel
I told her what I think
I told her how in every way
her love was there to sink
I waited for an answer
I waited for a blink
I waited for what every man
waited for in brink
Butterfly feeling
sunshine kisses
darkness washed away from the touches of love
love fills me
i shine so bright
smoke fills me
i fly so high
this feeling of happiness
is too strong
i wonder if i could hold it forever?
the antiquitous souls.
" perhaps uninvitable?"
mellowing amberred coals
[portioned minds] ,
on the brink of unstable?
Stability became a commidity .
fathoms of time ago.
drinking from a fountain of
bereavement.
They've forgotten of the seeds?
in need, to be sewn.
on the brink
of insanity
peering over
the edge
slipping off
this ledge
of uncertainty
terror and dread
adrift in a sea
of anxiety
losing parts of me
no eyes to see
who will i be
unable to know
if i can ever be free
there's never stability
after teetering
on the brink
of insanity
Today I stood on the brink
And I was about to sink
Then I started to think
About life and it's links
And why do I like pink
Or why some attitudes stink
Then I looked up to a wink
Now i'm no longer on the brink
About to just drown and sink
Because I sat and started to think
4-26-17
Alexis Y.
Here I am,
Staring at the gates of Hell
Knocking, banging and patiently waiting.
Why don’t I just turn and run?
Am I too much of a coward to be afraid?
Shall I knock again?
The future is guaranteed to be unknown.
I can never be the same again
But one thing remains constant.
Here I am,
Starring at the gates of Hell.
Misbegotten pair,
two-faced aggravation,
the seduction of sweet solace
or the inarticulation of despair.
Uneasy 'neath the spell of peerless rapture,
false respite from the ravages of fear,
or defenseless and imperilled
by a sadness that is too extreme to bear.
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...for all bi-polar sufferers.
Standing on the brink of
a new age, I behold
a synthetic fraternity
letting the wings of progress unfold.
And yet, our silicon brothers
teeter on the edge of a day
when Frankensteins will repent the
humanity they pushed away.
Will our artificial children
bring joyous dawn unto light;
or forsake our own good,
plunging us in dystopian night?
How many times have we been to the brink
And into the depths of despair that we sink
The Hitlers, the Stalins and the Putins stand tall
To bring us to the cusp to sacrifice all
How many martyrs to the cause
Does it take to give the world pause
To count costs and to start anew
Will there be a time for peace for all not a few.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Some people say we’re on the brink
Of pre-pandemic life; I think
It might be true, but swim or sink,
It’s not that way for me.
For all the fears that I can link,
From ones that simply make me blink
To others leading to a shrink,
Still weigh so heavily.
Some day our glasses we will clink
In restaurants, indoors, and drink
To future days, all rosy pink,
But when? Let’s wait and see...
My wife and I stroll hand in hand
As evening drops its lilac veil
When, off the river, stirs a chill,
Which sends her cuddling to my arms
With face upturned to taste my lips—
The gloaming brightens as we kiss.
For quite a while, that pose we hold:
Two lovers on the brink of night
‘Neath wisps of salmon cirrus clouds
‘Til twilight’s purple, darker hue
Impels us to return back home,
Arriving on the cusp of love.
Sometimes I'm left to just sit, just write
Just think out of spite, with or without the delight
Of the look on their face showing nothin' but fright
Sometimes I sit in the dark to just drink, just think
Just waste away, teetering on the brink, don't blink
You know there's a purpose when I'm using this ink
Sometimes I just lay in the smoke, no choke
Theres nothing left to provoke, just my heart is broke
From those words you spoke, too cruel for a joke
The days are getting longer;
The sky’s remaining light.
It feels like spring’s arrived
But Mother Nature says – not quite!
The temperature’s still chilly;
The wind chill ruddies cheeks.
The calendar confirms that spring
Is not for a few weeks.
Yet birds have started chirping
And buds are on the trees.
Puddles keep their liquid form
And just refuse to freeze.
Although I love the winter,
I’m tantalized to think
That seasons are about to switch
And spring is on the brink.
soilders fighting in this war thats such a waste of time
husbands, wives missing at home, their children growing lives
things that should be peace and love and yet it seems their not
wars cut me to the bone, blood added to the mixing pot
mommy, daddy, they'll never know, the one who gave their life
for such a stupid bloody reason, look at what we've got
people dieing every where, for no reason that i think
everything should be peace and love
peace is just at the brink
Form:
Time to off heal wounds
Go find maturity
Seek about respect
Confide within confidence
Love compassion while it breaks
Brink resides threat held up danger
On the brink of a break
Promise pleading
Case the joint
Lend aid to your wounded
Self less than more
More less than selfish
Innocuously alone
Marooned
Isolated
Internally deteriorated
Dismembered remains
Officially remembered
Forgotten my passing
Time to off heal wounds
11/22/17
Skater on black ice,
sheds a ghostly light,
under dark charcoal sky
they weep and spin
in magic bold rings
but shriek with laughter
when sonic bells peal
as the nocturne candle
flicker of spectators peer
at bright figure swerves
of glow worm carousel
fly-by-night dream
mutters from lone star
lost in foggy curtain
encircled by pier echos
hypnotic peak hour veil
deep inner self idol
an otherworld eye feast
captured on spooky lens
enigma at its zenith
As you watched the abuse carried out,
My soul was broken, no doubt.
A connection can never be made,
As my nurturer and protector, I was betrayed.
Setting the stage for scant regard,
Not knowing how to protect myself by putting up my guard.
No loving childhood remembrances,
No I love you or tender embraces.
I finally had to let go and grieve,
It will never be the relationship I believe.
In order to begin the healing process,
I had to step away and decompress.
Unpredictable, never typical.
Maybe I'm criminal, don't know it all.
Sitting on the brink of the unknown,
I slip forwards into the fall.
Insanity, not part of humanity.
All on my own, no parachute.
Chaotic, severance of mind.
Don't want to embrace the wind.
Emotional, and susceptible,
To influencial darkness.
Feel the hours go by,
As I fall deeper in pain.
Incapable, not intentional.
Embarrassment to myself.
Trying desperately not to cry,
As I fall into this impact.