In the tangled web of screens aglow,
Messages flicker, a delicate flow,
WhatsApp whispers beneath the night’s dome,
Facebook Messenger seeks a refuge, a home.
Seven months drift like clouds in the sky,
Memories linger, with time passing by,
You reached through the pixels, with laughter and cheer,
Yet shadows of secrets brushed close, drawing near.
Discord’s calls mixed with joy and with jest,
We spoke of the mundane, the trivial—just rest,
Friendships regained amidst silences vast,
A sanctuary built, from embers of past.
Yet the clock's hands spun, and the truth took its toll,
A heartbeat away from an unguarded soul,
Her name like a barrier, a bridge turned to stone,
A blockade on the channel we had called our own.
Blocked like a ghost who never could be,
In a world stitched with longing, we drifted, you see,
For what was our bond, but laughter and light?
Misunderstood echoes now lost to the night.
So here, in the silence, I ponder the fate,
Of friendships unthreaded by love's heavy weight,
And though we’re erased from each other’s view,
In the labyrinth of memory, I still think of you.
Inspired by long distance relationships.
Categories:
unthreaded, friendship love,
Form: Free verse
A troubling bat-winged night
disappears into a sonic silence,
mind-straws tumble slowly after.
Dawn peeps-inward
clean as a wind-shaped whistle.
Now we brew,
now we wet the willing lip.
Daylight keeps its promise
it breaks open a seashell sky
Sink-holes of clods and mire
are patched over,
tangles of being unthreaded.
Now we are a minding moment,
cutting-edged, a sharpened light,
newborn flaws in a perfect diamond,
awakened, just about to happen,
not looking back to the 'has been'
when we believed that all we could be
was a shadow of yesterday.
Coffee arrives
with all its embodied potential
to rise up as our own cosmic froth.
We are ready
to knock upon open doors,
to once again
rescue the evergreening.
Categories:
unthreaded, poetry,
Form: Free verse
They say I am ravenous.
I say that it is the voices that are starving.
So passionate, that it hurts.
Going from depression-
To desperation.
Desperation that threatens to burst forth.
But never does.
Instead, it is like my mind is being unthreaded by hot needles.
But as much as it hurts-
I still must wait.
It is my fault all over again-
Imploding over and over again.
Categories:
unthreaded, angst, mental illness,
Form: Free verse
Untether my blood, for it is cruel.
Sanity drips from my veins like gruel.
As my web of failure becomes unthreaded.
I feel I am unheaded.
As delusions that are kind take hold.
Not as strong as the electrodes, I am told.
As I find my desperation to escape vanishes.
They set me outside with all the other banishes.
Categories:
unthreaded, mental illness,
Form: Rhyme