Years come and go,
Leaving memories behind,
Some smiles and some tears,
Some laughters and some fears,
People come and go,
Some people take a piece of your heart
And leave an emptiness behind,
The change comes crashing
Afterwards,
The blindness,
How to live without that one person,
The darkness staring at you,
Asking soul shattering questions,
‘How to live now?’
‘What now?’
‘Where to go?’
The future,
We think about the future,
But the future is not coming,
It's just the present,
That goes on and on,
The vile void of nothingness,
Sometimes full of something,
The search for meaning mourning at your feet,
Waiting for you to look down for once,
Let it go, let it go,
The heart sinks solitarily,
The thum thum thum of it
Begging for you to
Let go,
The strings making it sink,
Leaving it lifeless,
Long for freedom.
The meaning never comes,
Not everything is meant to be logical,
Some things are absurd,
They stay absurd.
Then again,
Life goes on.
I stand here solitarily, silently, solemnly
Sipping on a weird mushroom latte coffee.
I am unsure what I should even feel or think
About your passing, 'cause I'm on the brink.
I stand here alone boiling some eggs.
I know I can stand alone on my two legs.
On the inside I wish I could've said goodbye,
But as you'd say: you just need a good cry.
I stand here wondering what am I doing.
I'm sorry for being seemingly so confusing,
But I feel I never truly belong anywhere,
So I live my life without regrets or any care.
I stand here believing you're somehow here,
But it's okay if you must truly disappear
Onto the Other Side, or even be reborn,
Just please heal my heart of death's scorn.
Have you ever seen a summer eve's full moon through a tree?
Sitting on bricks in the warmth of a night that is somewhat cloudy;
Peace with no traffic as you moongaze solitarily.
Tired dreams weigh on fairy wings,
the pixie dust needs a recharge;
Sparkles stir and mix solitarily
a spell woven with imagination;
The pixie dust needs a recharge,
magic gains strength in times of calm;
No longer weary the power grows;
Sparkles stir and mix solitarily
letting everything heavy go;
She floats as she flies on pointe;
A spell woven with imagination
her head in her hands a feather;
Simply said ‘There is no impossible.’
At the cost of my very own happiness
I was kept safe from the darkness.
But the way I was solitarily raised
Only deepened how I felt grazed.
Writing in the dark.
Thinking as I fall asleep,
Imagining how it could all be.
Writing in the daylight.
Contemplating my identity.
Picturing all of whom is me.
Writing in these empty diaries.
Feeling my emotionality.
Reflecting how it all is for me.
Writing in these pages.
Wondering about things too many.
Memories blurred in the past,
At most I can outline the images
Of times, they are everlasting.
My mind’s functioned to forget,
So I should never hold regret.
Yet my soul constantly reminds me
Of a memory and many more.
Moments now like distant memories.
My imagined reality is I’ve been at sea.
Willingly solitarily alone, on a journey
To find myself and somewhere else
Where I can just be free.
Memories lost in a stream of time,
Different streams going in and out
Of those surrounding seas.
A land, so far away, where I used to be.
Drifting amidst eternal wind.
Moments truly now faded memories,
Honestly I am deluded in the belief
That nothing repeats, when really
Someday it all does someday
Flood back into me as what
Seems to be someone else’s memories.
Jack-y
Jack-y
Ohhhh Ms Jacky
how you court your life’s only lover
Huff and puff and contort, the smoke of your
Newfound Newport
(Long not short)
Lazily lacking worldly desires
If I had your sense of humour
Maybe I'd too sling new places
With every shot of tobacco, being
Flung into faraway lands, filled gilded glands
That aren’t quite backed
enough of a bite
sfsfsfsfsfsfsfsfsfsfsfsfsfsfsfsfs…….pfhooooooooooooooo
Toboggan the whole noggin when its
Packed to the brim, the nicotine
Porcelain eyes for your vaporent dreams
Oh Ms. Jacky, you technicolor dreamer
Wielding blue eyed sheen, portentously protruding Ra’s gleam
So alas, it seems
You spark up another laugh or two
Smoke rising up my face, the habitual ritual
in its proper place
Mercurial Smile, behind eyes unknown
A hidden grace
Solitarily confined in a Surreptitious
Space, far out man
My menial mind is amazed at how your’s a haze
You aren’t here anymore
But
Who really is
We are all Ms. Jacky deep within
"footprints 2"
"Go gliding like an Eagle
where Poets go
music will lead -
through truth,
Love will show"
He said,
"When you think
all is gone,
that’s where real
Love
will show..."
"Fire and Lava flows,"
He said,
"Hell freezes over
While Snowglobes
are turned upside down
and smashed on
The Road..."
Teardrops on The Fraz
knows,
watching
tears falling warm
tears falling slow
He turns over
The Snowglobe
The Past
slowly lets go
From a prison
released
Solitarily
Unconfined,
Slow
"Go gliding like an Eagle
where Poets go
music will lead -
through truth,
Love will show"
She said,
"Freedom. Keys. Piano."
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
Is there a place for us
Lonely souls
In this big, glowing city?
How ironic
To feel solitarily
In a city of fourteen million
Been slinking in the shadows
For a while now
The light can be burning
Frightening
The shadows can be reassuring
Rapid
Train headache
The view from the windows
Street lights
Feeling warmth from
Only strangers
The red neon torii gate
Opens the door
From the mundane world
To the sacred
Our home
Of neon billboards
With the loud BGM
Pulsating through us
Vividly
This is where I belong
Light and darkness
Both embrace me
In warmth and
Serenity
Music's loudly playing.
Beneath moon dancing.
Tune so entrancing.
Mind's solitarily thinking.
Beneath stars standing.
Afar from rejoicing.
Time's gradually ticking.
Beneath nightskies sitting.
Cries begin echoing.
Heart's silently aching.
Beneath clouds sleeping.
Loud inner feelings.
Dream's gently consuming.
Beneath blanket experiencing.
Transit of fantasizing.
She's unwillingly awakening.
Beneath all wishing.
Fallen into realizing.
The house of my dreams,
A place where everything
Is filled with my imagined themes.
Dream house,
A dome roof of glass,
All stars in viewing.
The house of my dreams,
A place where all seems
So clean and at peace.
Dream house,
A windmill alongside solar mirrors,
Renewing source of energy.
The house of my dreams,
A place to swim and feel free,
Swimming pool and coastal scenery.
The house of my dreams,
A place where everything
Is of my heart's desire.
Dream house,
A shelf of books,
My little library.
The house of my dreams,
A place where I live solitarily
In few rooms yet so leisurely.
Dream house,
A home for my soul,
Place to feel safe and whole.
The house of my dreams,
A place where I am meant to be,
Well-earned ideal became real.
Dream house,
My home just for me,
Own little world only for me.
Mythological ruthless Cleopatra
Larger than life in 30 B.C.
Her Achilles’ heel being Mark Antony
His untimely death too much to bear
Solitarily confined in her mausoleum
Desperately recluse with her royal asp
Her only sanctioned confidente
Sole witness to her feverish distress
Through a night ever dark and bitter
Raging with unbearable emptiness
Kiss me Take me
In an embrace of death
Royal prince of the Nile
I give myself wholeheartedly
With consummate abandon
Kiss my eyes closed
Let me drift into a deep sleep
As you expedite me to my lover
Where we shall reign again
United in the afterlife
AP: 2nd place 2021
Submitted on April 28, 2018 for contest ASP sponsored by ANTHONY SLAUSEN - RANKED 7TH
Baby blue skies extending forever
through verdant valleys
and hugging mountainsides
Eagles glide gracefully
on a butterscotch breeze
captivating lost feelings in me
Oh to soar so solitarily
away from pain strapping me
in to a dreamless scene
where windows are tinted and freedom's only hinted
A glazed gaze away from the day
into a peaceful sun
the futures begun
On top the evergreen it twirls
swaying in the silence
one drop at a time
I want to live solitarily
High above the scenery
And so I did for quite some time
Until one day they began to climb
And finally reached the top of me
That was Nineteen Fifty-Three
When messrs Norgay and Hillary
Committed their grave crime
And gazed upon my face
But I will have my revenge on thee
So that you will leave me be
I'll cut down hundreds in their prime
You will know the final word is mine
And all of you will see
That you must learn your place
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