It's raining outside, but l don't mind
lets put on the music, and a glass of wine
lets shut the door, lets shut off the world
yes , you say, let's put on the music, girl
we'll have a music day, favorite music play
l always knew , you, that's what you'd say
as you see me struggle, sigh
you'll chase the pain, you'll chase the cries
l hear the words you hide, intriguing ties
sad, happy, crying, trying
day, night, never wait
lifts me up, never late
so its raining still, but l don't mind
forget the world, and l'll be fine
we'll put on music, and dance the floor
and fall in love, like we did before.
,
The Adventure by Angels and Airwaves Band
Lightening illuminating the sky
It’s beautiful yet gives a fright
Going to shut off my pc
Hoping it won’t shock me
Thundering a sound that booms
Effecting me jumping across room
Neon night with rain in tow
I wonder about the birds are they cold
Not one bird complains for
God takes care of them I’m sure
In Secret Caverns, we harken to the darkness.
Our headlamps’ shut off, we are anywhere,
we are everywhere, it doesn’t matter where.
No matches, no breeze, no breath to strike
up the light, no moon, no sun, no shuffling.
Absolutely still - our souls, our conscience,
what disturbs the ash of our ultimate destiny.
No one dares to whisper in this golden cage.
The ages pass by, primordials stir, Jesus is
still in his wrappings. My heart, subdued, like
earplugs in their caves. My eyes, wide open,
stand at attention, to retain the inner light.
I stand in the lake, my life jacket does not glow;
however I grow in sensation; I float upright.
We are the rests between notes. We dote on
the inky calm, not a mere closure of lids; liars,
those pair of skin divers, that blink away shine.
Sans shadows, peaking at the sublimity of time.
I planned futures with you,
but your happiness came first.
When anger calls, you shut off
I must stay composed,
must communicate,
must hold it all together.
Smile. Talk nice.
The bare minimum is not enough.
Imagine giving your life
to someone who would build with you,
then leave when joy runs dry.
Words once meant something.
Vows weren’t meant to break.
I could climb mountains,
cross oceans,
fly the world
still, not enough.
So take this version of me:
hollow, nonchalant, unsubscribed.
If attention is currency,
I will devalue myself
crash the market.
Say something;
your silence scars my skin,
shatters my soul,
strains my skull,
stretches out my suffering and
snowballs my syndrome.
Out loud;
your opinion is not obvious,
openness not optional,
obligation not obsolete,
only your opposition to the occasion is
orchestrating this onslaught.
Speak;
I scream and shout,
shriek and screech,
sob and solicit,
still, you stay shut-off and silent and
strike me speechless, too.
Depleted...is all I can say,
From every ounce of abuse and pain,
To the point where you wanna shut off any negative existence,
You want to hide from the battle and keep your distance,
You find peace in the small things in life that take you away,
Until you no longer care or can feel the pain of yesterday,
And if you must deal with a feeling when it pops up,
You take it to God, and cry it out in hopes that's enough,
Because you cannot change what you can't control,
And your only option is to emotionally let go,
Your heart is tired, and you need a break,
And sitting in silence listening to the wind takes you away,
It soothing like a lullaby and you can finally feel rest,
Giving you beautiful solitude away from the mess.
I thought I had shut off the leak:
the drip, both lethargic and weak.
Once parched dry from thirst,
the pipes have now burst,
and the muse has decided to speak.
My mind is going through changes
Like a broken thermometer's temperature ranges
I had to break out of my mind's cage
To sit here and write a new page
But see the days pass in a haze
Because life is really just a maze
It's amazing and soul shattering
When anxiety keeps battering
I just want to shut off my mind
So I can say I'm doing fine, you'll find
But now I have third man syndrome
As I'm slowly guided back home
The walls are slimy and broken
With memories awoken
There's a leak in the roof overhead
Splashing on to a forgotten bed
In this place that I left behind
Yet it's all I have to remind
Myself how hard it really was
To evade the fluorescent buzz
To stand in this dilapidated place
As reality looms before my face
There truly is to be no going back
So I have a mild panic attack
This is such a familiar script
But my will to go on has shipped
So I shift through the trauma
And decades of drama
So my mind can go through changes
Like a broken thermometer's temperature ranges
For years I have wanted a man cave. A place for me to be alone. A place I could call my second home.
For years I have wanted a man cave. A place where my thoughts can roam freely without anyone judging me
For years I have wanted a man cave. A place with weights and maybe a punching bag, so I can let out all the anger I have
For years I have wanted a man cave. A place with a safe to place the emotions I dont want to escape.
For all these years I’ve had a man cave and now I know It’s my mind. This is a dark place that I visit all the time.
I stay there by myself just contemplating everything. Lights shut off with a drink in my hand just sitting there wondering. Drink after drink, lips start muttering
They are faint whispers, but if you listen close you can hear….for all these years you wanted a man cave, Did you expect your place of solitude would also be a place of fear!
It is the grey of evening...soft lamps glow as our hood readies itself for some crumbs of comfort:
Old widows wrap themselves with pillows for third- hand affection,
Children yawn sure as day that mothers will lullaby them like so ,
Single fathers brew coffee to tide them from a hard day's sweat-
Senior men listen to music begging for new memories...
Young ladies lonely shut off their doors... praying Psalm 91,
Grandmothers pick up stale needlework, avoiding
pain of abandonment and senility
It is evening. This is where we are...getting older in wisened thoughts , to gather slivers of reflections, of dreams met and unmet...
And night shivers a bit asking: how will we savor to the pulp, this one beautiful life possessed?
And the light shuts off.
Maybe you’ll call
Today
Maybe you won’t
Deep down
I don’t like the sound
Of either
If you do
I’m a cracked
Overused step stool
For your ego
Overflowing our conversations
With daydreams filling
Our summer
Just for you
To leave each one
At your doorstep
As you shut off
Your bedroom light
Without saying a word
But still expect me
To be waiting there
In the morning
With no tears
No questions
Just happy to see you
With that pleasant smile
On my face
You compliment but really overlook
Just so my change
Ends up in your
Pockets
Cause you spend yours
On things that are
killing your lungs slowly
Or just leave
Your eyes
constantly bloodshot
But if you don’t call
Embarrassingly I feel worse
Than how you treat me
Pencil Sharpener Woman
Her shapely metal figure was baby blue,
but there was much more to her.
She sharpened all grades of pencil lead
with the greatest of whir.
Her movable face plate with pencil gripper and human features was, as commented by most
library customers,
the opposite of gross.
She was very fond of
customers of all colours, of all sizes, the dented,
and, of course, of all classes. ‘Your love of reading keeps you learning,’ she often complimented.
Unfortunately some customers
weren’t fond of her at all though,
and they demanded that
she be let go.
‘Why? Why? Why!’
was her only reply.
When her haters returned books late,
and refused to pay the small fine,
anger and hate
she felt for their stupid action and whine.
So to teach them a lesson,
on the front desk made of pine,
when the whiners sharpened their pencils she shut off her automatic stop mechanism normally fine,
turned her hand crank as
rapidly as an equine,
and her sharp blades
ate up their pencils just fine.
Earthquakes, mudslides, and floods.
The flood came with mudslides and road
closures, causing a major bridge closure.
She brought death and destruction.
She went, but not before changing
the landscape of Northern California.
She altered lives, but I was fortunate.
Once caught in a flood, I was
neither harmed nor felt any danger.
Family and property were fine and
never threatened either. But we
were shut off from each other
for a night and a day. But many
others suffered so much more than me.
Driving through a puddle of water,
My car stalled and so did I.
Communications were shut down.
So, I sought shelter and found
it through the Red Cross.
I was cut off from family 25
miles north of the Golden Gate,
a mild headache compared to
others in the Golden State.
Light a candle
Dim the lights
Shut off the phone
And all alone
Open the draw that holds your secret hoard
And lock the door
You don't want to be caught
It's your time
Get comfortable and snug
Put on an old movie
With your favourite bottle of wine
Relax and recline
And unwind
With your secret hoard from the draw
A box of Belgium chocolate
Smell that delectable delicious naughty temptation
You have been looking forward to
Your taste buds are going to dance tonight
Close your eyes and that chocolate
Let it melt in your mouth before you nibble
Let your mouth water for a short while
If you can resist
Then let your tongue swirl around
And taste that euphoric bliss running down your smothered dripping lips
Many want to kiss
Your delighted tongue makes love to your chocolate
Covered now addicted pallet
The more you have the more you need
It's your fix comforter and destresser
The box now as empty as the bottle of wine
Now satisfied replenished and contented
It's been a wonderful night and your time
Blow out the candle and turn of the TV
Curl up and drift off to sleep and dream
Until you have your time alone
Once more another night.
In the days of
darkness,
stay strong.
With the faces of
your long, lost ones
will they taunt.
Feeding off your
emotions,
an attempt to
destroy
everything you are.
Wearing you down
in hopes you will
let go
of your light,
so pure.
To distract you
while they feed
off your pain.
Whittling away
at your existence,
in hopes to pull
you back under.
Their spell will be
cruel. Remember,
to hold your light
close for
protection with love
for yourself.
Your mission comes
with knowing
together we can overcome.
Let the dead lie.
In time, you
will be back with
their true form.
Know, right now
you are needed
here. Hold the line.
Breathe in.
Breathe out slowly.
Shine.
With all your might
shut off the fear
and rise.
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