In a dark dot,
I, as a spot.
lie.
As tears I cry
all crouched,
and perched,
in the hollow suffocating,
fists clenching,
as the space around,
caves in, and walls surround
me with spikes, that inward poke,
and the voices that spoke
I heard loud and clear.
and I fear
the laughter
above the clatter
which is nauseating
and revolting,
as into the abyss I slip,
and in the mire dip,
screaming so loud,
but none in the crowd
hear me,
yet see
how I cringe and tremble in fear
as panic hits, I can hear
the deafening silence of the dot
as the spot
comes hurling at me,
driving me into the raging sea
that engulfs me!
And then the light’s beam
So freaking bright
that in my dream
I’m blinded by that light,
which splits the dot that held me tight
into a splintering ray
obliterating my day!
Copyright © 2021 by Crystal David John
“I’m not Worried About AI”
Some people worry that AI will
Take over this world
Not me
I’m not worried about AI because:
AI can’t
Bust up laughing when it trips over its feet in front of a cute guy
Or
Feel the overwhelming sense of accomplishment after finishing its first marathon
AI can’t
Feel the depths of heartbreak from losing a baby
Or
Lose itself in the eyes of a person who just asked it to marry them
AI can’t
Have faith so strong that it is able to forgive someone who stole from them
Or
Experience serene gratitude as it bathes in the warmth of the sun
AI can’t
Burst with pride as it watches their child graduate from high school
Or
Surrender to the involuntary waves of an ****** as it makes love under the moonlight
AI
Will never know our reality
That is why
I'm not worried about AI
Slightest glances of your presence,
My heart dances, catching your essence!
The lost feelings that I buried,
I found it, without being worried.
Love is a feeling, I realized!
The happiest part of me Survived.
Exhausting works, tiring days,
"You beside me"- became most comfortable of ways.
Watching you resting, I'm assured!
All my weakness, always get cured.
Treating you better is my aim!
The happiest part of me, will take any blame.
You are precious, without any flaw,
I am here, go! break any law.
Don't be sad, I'm your paper!
Write on it, it will become a Scraper.
All your feelings, express it!
The happiest part of me, will find a fit.
I know, I'm clumsy and faulty,
I promise to change without being salty.
Past is out of of my reach,
Stay forever, I'll sue each.
The prayer I do, is a bit large!
If the happiest part of me is you, I will pay any charge.
nefarious nel
diabolically wired
has had six husbands
i just discovered
five deaths were undetermined
should I be worried
policeman stared at note
this guy must be a moron
how could he help
The bright garden has been dead for a while,
This life is as cold as November.
I'm not worried about myself now,
I'm thinking about children over.
I thought for a day when I was young,
I have lost opportunities transferred.
Like a drop from a grape on the sand,
Even my smile has disappeared.
I am saddened by the grayness of time,
I'm tired of seeing the horrors of man.
Gray days as a horrible lifeline,
I'm tired of seeing gray days then.
Yes, life is cold like winter migration,
But he can't scare a brave person.
It warms my chest with irritation,
My homeland, my country, my land, my son!
Do birds sow or reap? Do they gather wealth?
Does the sun or shower cause birds’ ill health?
A few worms and a few grains suffice them.
Do they gather any gold, pearl, or gem?
Why worry when you labour, filled with hope?
Can't you, with life's every thick and thin, cope?
Fears spring from dark deserts of dearth of trust.
Don't lilies with spring and summer adjust?
Has any king like a bird been in zest?
Has any queen like Daisies ever dressed?
Isn’t each of the grasses and hairs cared for?
Trusting the divine, fulfil each day's chore.
Forget fears of health and wealth. Be blessed!
Do you lack faith? You asked. Why are you stressed?
I sit in class with my thoughts on blast,
The paper in front is one of the last
I fidget with my pencil and remain outcast
And act oblivious to the obvious task.
The teacher walks around, reviewing each kid;
I remain unphased, and continue to stay hid
The teacher walks past, along the floor grid
I don’t peep a sound as my thoughts start a bid.
I cannot do this task that has been handed to me,
When my thoughts won’t stop bothering me
It pains me that they live rent free,
And I really wish I could be set free.
I look at the work that is undone,
I cannot finish now or it will be numb
However later on it will be done
Only when I do not feel this unfun.
Current news reports say keep your pets in
Enormous hawk is grabbing them up
I do not fear this said my Cousin Lou Fin
Five hundred pounds is the size of my pup
There was a certain time
we couldn't be a minute apart,
our happy hearts knew no hurt;
we lived in a real Paradise!
Today, we stare into each other eyes
and see what the harm has done to us;
joy is not pain but conviction remains:
we owned everything and worried less!
What matters now is that we go on as many others,
but looking back can make us aware of our silliness;
we should have thought about the hard times,
yesterday we owned everything and worried less!
Laughter and smiles were loved by us:
why do they turn memories into regrets?
We hummed beautiful songs and sang out of tune,
owls watched us writing our names on a big stone!
Wasn't it amazing when we owned everything
and worried less? Nothing can match that feeling,
nothing can make us dream anymore; daytime is cold,
not even a warm sunray makes grey clouds turn gold!
dread, rising up while all hope is dying
safety and surety of joy, a soul ignores,
apprehensive, worried, insecurity’s complying
pouring out tension from deathly doors,
bleeding heart whose shadow is petrifying
She only paints elephants, her mama said, feeling worried.
The rest of the artists do different things, you know that.
The mouse ran off, for his siblings had all scurried.
He knew that this artist’s elephants were fashionable and phat.
To help the mama out, the mouse talked the paintings up.
His grandma bought two, as did his Great-Great-Uncle Hup.
We are selling them so fast, she is sure to be a millionaire her mama said.
Mouse went away smiling, sleeping peacefully that night in bed.
Summer grasses, soft blown.
As deep therein
Of a sweet embalming
Lie; on sleep's brink.
Its this visual leisure
Now stood up for
Plain's dreamy farness, does more
Such to blur; shrink.
his nose was distracting
but so was mine
i listened to it ; in the car on the way
there
the bass was in my brain
what if he'd never heard it?
the questions kept coming
questions about
stuff
thinking about the book of judges
i saw paintings
i followed him home
hid beneath the window pane
but heard nothing
i didn't get the job
Why are you worried?
At night you can't sleep,
during the day you wander among the crowds.
Why are you worried?
You have no time to waste.
Don't be burdened by things that haven't happened yet.
Enjoy the sun, but also the rainy days
Enjoy the sky with stars and full moon,
but also the nights lost in their own blackness.
Enjoy the spring when the trees and flowers bloom, but also the season that leaves them naked...
Why are you worried?
Why don't you let your mind free,
Let your face to smile and your eyes to shine.
Why are you complaining about things that haven't happened yet and
which probably never happen.
Why don't you leave your doubts behind?
YOU can live free
You can believe that a mastermind
is above us.
So that when the time comes to say goodbye to this lying world,
you can leave without regrets...
If only,
If only,
If only,
Such words
Such words are repeated daily
As ordinary people grow unhappy
With the world,
With others,
And with themselves,
“If only they would just understand,
If only I had acted more intelligently,
If only this had never happened,
If only I were given the chance,
If only they had allowed me,
If only I ever had the courage,
If only the world were not such a cruel place,
If only they loved me back,
If only I loved myself.”
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