I've told sad stories before,
But this is gonna hurt some more
Cause it happened not once but four
That I don't have it in me anymore
It's been four times of a broken cry
Cause in between I have to stop and breath
For it seems like everytime I give it a try
Instead of falling in love I become short of breath
That's why I struggle to hold in air
Hence I can't sink into the feeling called love
Cause everytime I'm deep in there
I'm out of breath, I surface back out with all I have
And then it's back to being a old soul
Old cause my hearts known torment
That now it's hard to see even foul,
in someone thats why I'm always having a moment
A moment of reflection and self doubt
Cause how comes it always feels it will work
Only for the my little bird to start having doubts
And call it off, it's hard work
That's why I'm here telling my sad tells
Hoping that maybe as I relive those times
I'll get to see where I went wrong, where it all upwells
Cause I'd love to have someone to brave the stormy times
The PO£T
Categories:
upwells, break up, lonely, love,
Form: Rhyme
The clouds of pathos rose from the sea of sorrow,
the storm surged from the horizon of mind’s visage,
melted in many streams of tear to torrentially flow
like the rushing rills of rain drops on face of foliage.
All the clouds didn’t dissolve in the deluge of grief,
a solitary clump held the tear drop in emotion deep,
like rain drop concealed in the fold of sodden leaf,
waited in me to wail for the promises I couldn’t keep.
Before the end of our pledged journey you’re gone,
forlorn I’ve crumbled in the debris of the fallen sky.
The hidden cloud clump melts in remorse I discern,
as it upwells within me all the restraints I feel it defy.
The spent sun sets in the ruins of my broken heart,
my dismal life can’t rise from the dark dust of despair.
As the destined time comes for me to finally depart,
for you, the cloud of memory melts one last drop of tear.
Written : February 5, 2019
May 28, 2020
Contest : Brian's Choice Y
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Categories:
upwells, analogy, lost love, sad,
Form: Rhyme
Does the Sea
Suffuse...
Does the Sea
Perfuse...
the sponge?
Slipping, sidling
in:
the Great Outbreath
of the far forgot shore;
so small now as to be
Unimaginable,
upwells in swells the
Entirety of this sea -
and heaves these easy seas
from shore to shore
as
sure as the moon’s dim
light is gasped over
when its wax is over -
when full; when only moonlight
lights the matte blacknight.
Does the Sea,
enter, entirely,
the sponge
and, in doing
so
forget itself?
Does the Sea,
in its Perfusion
forget itself?
Does the Sea believe itself to be
a sponge?
Or does the see,
take up a demonym?
Or does the Sea remain the Sea
no matter no matter
no matter how
fully
it inhabits, it saturates, it permeates
the Sponge?
For that matter,
does the sponge,
in being infilled wholly by
the Sea, believe itself to be
The Sea?
Categories:
upwells, nature, ocean, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
the mirror breaks, my shattered face
the shards, they fall upon my wrists
i paint my arm, with life i trace
the blood flows onto my clenched fists
i find, inside, the monster dwells
the rage it brings in me upwells
i hold it back, my soul is cold
it has its youth, but i am old
inside the prison of my head
i find emotion growing dead
and never found inside my soul
that which always can console
for in reality, nothing makes a difference
Categories:
upwells, depression, philosophy
Form: Free verse