Wrapped in a bubble
Of inescapable sorrow
Joy out of reach
Hoping for a new day
A day all will be lost
To start life afresh
Let go of the hurt
Inflicted by one’s kindred
Blurred voices reach out to me
Wishing to save me from myself
Some live,
Others die trying
Every word uttered is pain
Because of them who hurt me
I should be vengeful
Strangely a sense of relief washes over me
As realization dawned
At noon time
Let go of the demons within
And accept help
Waging wars and thrashing thunders
Yield no success
Alas Kiara is saved by his stripes
She is healed.
I turned around- should not have looked.
They all were there and set to go.
The time was set, the day was booked.
Today would be the final show.
That arm with claws was soon unhooked
to swivel, reach up high, and crash.
I turned around- should not have looked
to watch it make that painful gash.
With digs and pulls, they tore it down.
My childhood home and yard, rebooked
to build a bridge from town to town.
I turned around- should not have looked.
The Untouchable
I stand where love is passed from hand to hand,
A warmth I feel, yet never truly hold;
It blooms for others just beyond my stand,
While mine remains a story never told.
I’ve learned to smile at vows not meant for me,
To bless the joy I’ll never claim as mine;
I trace its shape in what will never be,
A ghost of hope I’ve trained myself to blind.
It lives in glances I was not designed to keep,
In tender words that falter at my name;
I bury want so carefully and deep,
Till longing dulls and scarcely feels the same.
Some hearts are forged to witness from afar—
To know of love, yet never touch the star.
It seems like the old you and now are different.
The smile that reflects in your eyes is no longer the same.
Hair that flips when you walk is no longer shiny,
Tired eyes and body want to fight, but they're too skinny.
The old you that laughed genuinely,
A smile that made your cheeks feel chubby.
A walk that looked comfy and funny,
Not bothering if you were sometimes clumsy.
The old stresses were inevitable,
Anxiety that couldn’t just be a bubble.
Tears that fall are untouchable,
Still, the answers are questionable.
The scars of hurt are still in trouble,
Even when you used to be humble.
There’s a time when you're not stable,
You cry and break down, feeling unable.
It’s not the same anymore,
You have to deal with the unending sore.
Wipe the tears and stand up tall,
Feel the pain but fight again, even if you fall.
I was sitting alone and silent,
while trees swayed back and forth.
Without warning,
untouchable,
unseen,
a musician began to play.
The melody rose, then fell
as breathy tones I heard.
Soon the shriek of a crescendo
shattered the midnight air.
I shivered at the passion
and sat in awe and wonder,
listening to the song
of the untouchable,
unseen
musician.
Untouchable Love
A hoped, believed, wished, expected love only a cloud, hovering over my life
Who is that? I don’t know, I don’t want to know, circle and float and float over my life
Can you imagine the sky?
My sky is an untouchable love, this is the real reality; a dark cloud bird swimming fare
in the sky, I cannot find your love on the Earth, calling the space, blue word asks life
Can you envision the sky?
Pure love
Poor love
Pure life
Poor life
Just living in the sky
The Erth didn’t give lives
End of this walk
There is a new life
in the Space
Here
Here
There
There
So far
So far
A flesh fly was cast out
by his tribe
for he was seen sitting
on the brim of a container
containing nightsoil.
For a millennium they cherished the sand.
Upon humble wishes and tender footprints.
In the company of uncomplaining beasts.
They found no diamonds or shiny gems.
Only the streaks on the moon-kissed path.
Having just enough to sustain the will.
And plenty less to dream upon.
Oasis to oasis like skipping stones.
In between the burn of destiny.
As the Prophets and imposters
sparred atop the watery mirage.
They praised the struggle.
Prayed for guidance.
Gave thanks to the divine.
Then slaughtered each other into silence.
Time to touch the forbidden button
Years of searching for its location
Time is not on my side
Countless hours dedicated for a split decision
My youth hindered my coordination
Going left, knowing I wasn't right
An unattainable reaction drove me to my detriment
For the button remains a mystery,
Never to be found by the common man
It lies dormant until awakened by the extraordinary
If I was a house I’d be detached
Secure in my walls, untouched
My roof angled against the rain
My windows, tightly shut, secure
My front garden neat, the back
Garden uncut, scruffy, untidy
My brickwork would be red
My front door council blue
My childhood had yellow doors
We never got the blue or green
My driveway would be long
Keeping the world outside
The gates would have a chain
Wooden panels attached to
The side walls, a gate cut
To enter the garden, via a path
A satellite dish juts from the wall
The signal welcome, the world not.
Because, if I was a house, I’d be detached.
David Cox 02/08/22
We must release ourselves from time
To time
Escape what isn't true:
That our hearts should never sink
So low
And find comfort in one's shoe.
Untouchable Love
Untouchable love is
What we have
A love so strong that it can’t be touch
A tornado
A hurricane
A snowstorm
A rainstorm
Can’t even tear us part
As we lay in each other arms shield by the hand God
As he protect us from harms way
It feels like heaven
I can stay like this forever
Untouchable love is what we have
Untouchable love is what we have
A love so strong that it can’t be touched
I feel better when we are together
A love so strong that it can’t be touched
I will say it one more time
I feel better when we are together
Even if it was the last days of are life
This love is so strong that it can’t be touched
Shaniki L. Smith
Untouchable, you seem to be,
Untouchable, beyond reach to me,
Never know in this city,
Love you anyway, says she!
Awoke, rises from death,
A long journey embarks again;
Broke, loosen from faith,
Swiftly strike, no more bargain.
Touch me but I feel used.
Abused.
I’m often confused.
I act amused, but it’s a ruse.
If the past stays in the past.
Why am I still running so fast.
And why do I always finish last.
Suffering the aftermath.
No matter who received who’s wrath.
I'm guilt ridden.
No matter who was the victim.
It’s a sin.
All that shouldn’t have been.
I’m sorry for what I’ve done.
And for what I haven’t too.
For what I allowed.
And for who hurt who.
Innocence was stripped from me.
I forgot who to be.
I let what happen happen to me.
Is friendship ever really free?
I thought one time.
It’d be genuine.
Should’ve recognized the signs.
But it’s fine.
It was my fault.
One more time, I should have said stop.
I should have stood up.
Instead I gave up.
In the end, it had just begun.
Cause now I trust no-one.
Even if you are the one.
I’m done.
And I won’t cry.
My emotions were buried along with my pride.
Tears dried.
I’m dead inside.
In silence there is no peace.
My mind speaks.
And then it screams.
Don’t touch me.
I tried to be subtle.
Lovable.
It got me in trouble.
So now I’m untouchable.
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