invincibility had been a difficult pastime
the flak vest of insecurity and coverups
had managed to inflate anxieties and fears
to the bursting point of impromptu explosion
the festering boil had to be lanced at any cost
for resentments anger hurt and self-harm to subside
a bullet proof illusion was no longer an option
to call it friendly fire would be an understatement
what started as a splinter soon became a red-hot cudgel
incising the mind soul body complex of delusions
yet no more fully detached from valid emotions
he decided that having feeling was better than amnesia
Categories:
shrapnel, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
Pile Up
self-perceived failure, blame
guilt, disappointment, shame
Pressure
unexpressed, unfulfilled needs
expectations nobody heeds
Perilous Pitch
consider this - you are much bigger
someone small can be the trigger
Pyrotechnics
An explosion, shrapnel sent
wounds the nearby innocent
Peace at Last
great, now you have relief
you now have peace, however brief
Pain
shrapnel cuts deep, like a knife
imbeds itself, there's pain for life
Categories:
shrapnel, abuse, anger, hurt, pain,
Form: Rhyme
EMOTIONAL SHRAPNEL
Once that argument fuse has been lit
One waits for that inevitable explosion
The blast summoning the first emotion
But so painful after the shrapnel has hit
One feels as if life has been torn apart
And little comfort that one might find
It’s someone digging deep in the mind
With rubble sent directly to the heart
The shrapnel is all the promises broken
The shattered casings of what was trust
Knowing that being wounded is unjust
It’s the sound of a bomb having spoken
Categories:
shrapnel, betrayal, break up, pain,
Form: Rhyme
We love to be victims.
We wear our damaged hearts on bloodied sleeves.
We cherish the buried shrapnel with serrated edges,
that lies deep within, in time-lapse lockets,
waiting to be unlocked, awoken and inflame again.
The sharp painful shards and regretful splinters are awaken by,
silly deja vu triggers of guilt, regret and happenstance,
and innocent throw-me-down one-liners, floating on the wind.
They trigger, echo and ricochet painful memory laser beams,
that blast into irrelevant virgin-ground places,
reverberate and resonate,
and build the inflammation,
we want to feel.
For we long to be long-suffering victims,
infected, shrapnel-scared, beyond redemption,
serving our time as voluntary introspective inmates in jail,
with no parole.
Categories:
shrapnel, growth, introspection,
Form: Free verse
Am I the explosion or the explosive?
Am I a part of the living or part of the
dead?
Does it really matter, if I breathe or dont,
It doesn't make a difference , I don't
believe in the ripple effect .
Like a grenade, compact and lean.
With a missing pin ,
in a battlefield.
I will explode , this second , maybe the
next.
If not now maybe then.
Time is endless , seconds , minutes ,
hours.
But death is immortal , so much so even
time bends.
When I explode , what will remain ,
Just shrapnel , and maybe some pain.
What difference does it make ,
When to death you have been sold either
way.
Every second of every day , like a timed
bomb ticking away
If not now , maybe then.
So if I surrender , does that make a
coward.
Does it mean I'm weak ,
or strong enough to know what hovers.
I don't want to be immortalized , or
remembered.
I don't mind being forgotten , not even
noticed .
Because no matter the admirers , the
lovers and their memories,
Death will come so why waste in pain.
If not now , maybe then.
Amanda Miller
Categories:
shrapnel, death
Form: I do not know?
The flood of human remains plummeting downwards. Horizon blackened, jolted from the sky. Towering waves of obscure aftermath swarm to the heavens. With a slight endeavor, kingdoms turn to squander.
Ravaging paths meet and become hordes of ailment. God’s hand has erected the retched bowels of man’s mass burials.
An avalanche of skulls,
Rain down the exhumed past of lost ancestry. Prophecies fulfilled to our graves of dispersed dead.
Categories:
shrapnel, art, death, evil,
Form: Acrostic
City of broken promises,
goodbye.
No mercy on these mean streets.
Your pale skies and grey faces
darken the landscape of Europe.
Cold shoulders turn on lonely avenues
where smiles are safely hidden away
from strangers who drop diamonds in your gutters.
Tomorrow you can sweep aside
the remnants of my dreams
and from the dust,
sift pearls from the shrapnel
and put them in your pockets.
Long after the graffiti fades
and my farewells are long forgotten,
I will remember the chill of your October
and hear the echoes of Dutch whispers at midnight.
Categories:
shrapnel, angst, confusion, places,
Form: Free verse
To the North, South, East, and West...
Geniuses are lost in the jaunty jewels of rakish cads,
The hazard morsel palaver allot odium on idioms...
Rankle virulent mishmash wheeze addle chagrin jives,
Loosing a volley of expletives ordure waft charmed oafs,
Self-iniquity gull maven heresy when blighted wizardry jinxes,
Ticklish cynic infidel swindle dupe cozen duress...
Squall patois and whammy sham schemas wriggle hoaxes,
Charlatans and hoodlums melange to dunce vows,
A shyster unquiet quivers with jester gestures now...
Semi-sacrilege vitiate and endemic jargon raze imps,
This collides as a white energy as dolt hooligan knaves beget...
Colloquial bilge putrefy, the rascals soon flatter us,
Bollix of potpourri lingo wanes to tutelary tongues,
Harlequin coercion argot musical novellas in history,
Pray our shifting shrapnel of karma, varnish boor minds,
Erstwhile, live grenades made of better lives are unvanquished as they are
thrown by unsung heroes into the North, South, East, and West,...amen...
Categories:
shrapnel, adventure, anniversary, education, children,
Form: Imagism