My heart attempts to pump the venom produced from toxic insults
out of its system,
but is blocked
by a steel casket of fear
encased around it.
A sadness in my heart tonight
must be told, then dim that light.
To never see its face again,
and feel the pain that eats within.
A tragedy befell you see,
and stormy nights still torture me.
She fell and died while in my keep,
and now it haunts my every sleep.
Her face so blank and eyes opaque,
my heart fell hard, and then to ache.
No turning back what time hath wrought,
my constant conscience battles fought.
A fear of storms was Mollie's fate,
the night was dark, the hour was late.
As thunder rumbled in her chest,
and her heart pounded in her breast.
To run and hide, but never from
the storm that was about to come.
She climbed atop a place to see,
what made this horror, what could it be.
But leashes length, a noose had made.
Fell to her death, no more afraid.
I found her hanging from the chair,
part of my soul still hanging there.
For simple errors can take a life,
trip up the stairs, slip of the knife.
I put the wrong leash on that night,
it strangled her, I took her life.
Forgive me my fellow poets for this unintentionally dark poem. The tragedy happened a year ago and I am still trying to find some closure. Mollie was a little mixed dog that I was fostering for a local shelter. She was kind and playful, but deathly afraid of storms
Men are like shoes
You have to learn what pair to choose
The pretty ones will be in the front row
The front row is always seen first
And yes the shoes look marvelously perfect
But before you buy those shoes
TRY THEM ON
Because some shoes can cause pain
Can hurt, and leave mark behind
They will leave you torn apart
They will look perfect but feel so unpleasing
Sometimes we forget that the shoes in the back, exist
We choose the ones that are put in front of us
And we get lost in the same idea of nothingness
Sometimes those pretty shoes don't fit
but we keep them because our heart desires them
But the shoes that truly fit us are in the back,
the ones that are not as brilliant to the eye
yet, they have the notion to make us feel better
We have to decide whether we keep wearing the same shoes
Keep hurting ourselves
Or instead look for that pair that will make us feel new and better/.
Plethora of kleenex
and empty tea mugs.
Blankets, and cough drops.
Chicken noodle soup,
chapped lips chapped nostrils,
sleeping and coughing,
coughing and sleeping.
Vitamins upon vitamins
upon meds,
upon pain killers.
please
let
me
rest.
Is it dark
Where you are?
Is it as dark as here?
Where the light is fading
Behind the fog
And the clouds
Grumble and creak in the sky
While the lightning is nowhere to be seen.
Is it quiet
Where you are?
Is it as quiet as here?
Where our pleas
Sink below the ground
And the music
Drifts away
On the cold, sharp breeze
While the shouts and cries rise above us all.
Is it peaceful
Where you are?
Because it sure ain't peaceful here.
The clouds are at war.
Our noise is drowned out
By their cries
And screams of pain.
Where the light has left
In search of a better place
A just, forgiving, place.
The peace left long ago
Leaving just a lingering,
An impending
Sense
That the end will soon come
Sure enough
The sun will soon give in
As we did long ago.
And so,
I just want to know,
How is it where you are?
What is it like to be happy?
Would you teach me one last time?
Before the sun disappears behind the clouds that last time?
As I rest beneath a sturdy willow I dream of days long past,
Of long before my universe had veered from its straight path.
I have lived a life with happiness; I have no reason to complain,
But imagining things that could have been overwhelms my heart with pain.
I wonder if he'd be here with me, relaxing by my side,
Maybe we'd have children now, to fill my life with pride.
But in this life I'm here alone, lost love my one rergret,
And despite the grief it causes me, I pray I don't forget.
As I stare up at the swaying branches, I hum an ancient tune,
And though the words are long forgotten, the melody stays true.
I feel a breeze upon my skin, and the song begins to soothe,
Despite the choice I wish I'd made, I find comfort in one truth.
That dwelling on my past mistakes will never bring you here,
And that there's beauty in this world to find, even though you're never near.
I must focus on the subtle hope that joy will find me soon,
But before I start to crest that hill, I must appreciate the moon;
To humble myself enough to see the awe in my surroundings,
All the gifts this world provides, on display for us so proudly.
Zombie dreams and zombie scenes
Why do the zombies come after me?
No matter where I run, no matter where I hide
The zombies always come and eat me alive.
Axes, bats and crowbars, knives, guns and cross
No nation nor religion can stop the pain and loss.
For when zombies eat your friends, your friends will eat you too.
Unless you're lucky and survive.
Then what will you do?
It was happy
Till that day
Everything changed
She changed; He changed
They were in pain
They made promises to be there for each other
He didn’t keep his promise
He never saw her
He forgot about her
She was alone
She made bad decisions
She had to learn with no one to guide her
No one had her back
She has a mask
She doesn’t show her pain
No one knows what’s really happened to her
She’s been close to death
She’s been left
She’s been betrayed
Yet she is fine
She lives her life
She has dreams
She wants a future
She is going to make it
Words can build you up,
Words can break you down.
Words can make your mind,
Spin all around.
But let my words be life,
Let my words be truth.
Let my words help you,
With the pain you're going through.
Tick-tock on the clock,
The world isn't going to stop.
Around and around the wheels will roll,
There's something you must know:
Life will carry on through the bad,
And the good.
Tick-tock on the clock,
The world still spins.
A pregnant belly and an angry boyfriend,
This world isn't going to end.
As if it's your only choice,
Abortion is your road.
Tick-tock on the clock,
Take an empty start.
No baby and no boyfriend,
You restart your journey.
Tick-tock on the clock,
Bills unpaid and jobs undone.
A knife to the heart,
Pills in your hand.
Tick-tock, slowing down.
This is it, are your last thoughts, this is the end.
But silly child,
You must know,
There's never an end.
Your pain carries on throughout the world,
Through your mother, your father and your friends.
They share your name,
Like it's made of gold.
The boyfriend who forced you into abortion misses you so,
And the unborn child he will never know.
This isn't the end,
You never die.
Until your name is spoken,
For the last time.
