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fred-terling
fred-terling
"Sleep, perchance to dream..." Bipolar disorder and brevity are my constant struggles. Warrior's mentality as I watch the pocketwatch fall slowly from the roof top.
I have become a maelstrom ripping down sheltered memories shifting plates and drowning secrets in my wake so, I will start to keep company with myself go back spell check the dyslexic scribbles of full feelings to make the story new the prologue has to change contradict my appetite I am no longer hungry for you though I am hungry for new I have a way of ******* things up in total but what if I **** up in pieces put them together and the story will be whole I will rebuild the house rearrange the plates the ground will stop shaking and I will leave you in my wake
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Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 4:17 AM UTC
Maelstrom
Two pills left Three required Which of the two heads will emerge first The panic is palpable For now But there is tomorrow Then the next day The day after that The shadow wolf and the golem await Taking turns the dice Which will be first and at what frequency For now, the doppelganger paces And paces...
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Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 3:15 PM UTC
A Game of Chance
The call came in at five a.m. Weren't we supposed to Meet for lunch today? I guess we never will now Forever I had to tell mom the news Not sure I can ever forgive You for that walk to her door Then again, I guess I have no choice Forever Your children were with me For the first 48 hours The first time in a year I'd seen them Now they can visit anytime Forever All that's left is a box of ashes Cracked photographs of the two of us More of the whole family with you missing There will be more Forever With all of your pain and not taking my hand When you needed it most It may be selfish, I know But I won't see your signature smile again Forever
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Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 2:52 PM UTC
Forever
Take me down while standing tall into shattered pieces fall laughing now tears rush by rolling down from this high what is known, what is seen wash this battered mind to clean watch me smile here and past rictus grins that will not last knowing of the pain to come colouring each and every moment fun screaming now in joy or pain always have they felt the same only in this sea at dark when light is gone and hope depart there i find that fateful step to take me up the slope so swept then i smile, i laugh once more offer myself as emotions ***** though in that moment of breathlessness where i don't have to face this test there is a hope that i'll just stop no more struggle to that top dear ocean then, call my soul let me pretend that i am whole for i would swim the waters again please, let me swim the waters again.
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Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 8:18 AM UTC
Bipolar
He looks so out of place curled alphabet pajamas against pale blue cotton sheets Leaving me intravenous tube tongue tied Wishing it was my veins the poisons were running through Cause this green eyed baby doesn’t know the opposite of life yet Shattered glass whispers from the hall slingshot my heart into my throat At six this reality should be as far away as Pluto This word that consumes life It should be tucked away in the closet behind any monster that lingers there when the lights are off He isn’t ready for the liquid filled lungs to take over and steal his breath He doesn’t yet know any synonyms for love or how you feel invincible in the arms of the right person He doesn’t yet know the imperfections that fill the world He still believes in the magic that spills out of his favorite books And still trusts without question He hasn’t had time to grow into the person he was meant to be I am not one to believe but lately I am thinking that Whoever fills the sky Please Let it be my lungs Let it be anyone but him
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Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 8:15 AM UTC
Green Eyed Baby
Delilah baby I can feel the weight of you in my arms. I can feel my k to z love for you and see how that laugh of yours makes people cry and how that smile pierces my heart because it looks just like his did. I can feel the sun kissing each one of our toes as we sit overlooking the grand canyon in the kaleidoscope sunset. your spider fingers are wrapped in my hair like a plea to never be left alone your spindle legs are all knobby kneed and pale entwined with mine. baby he left me not you. I was a hurricane and he loved you too much to look afraid that one glance and he'd be head over heels reeling out of control like you were the drug and he was the addict. they say everything happens for a reason and you are my reason. Delilah baby you are the here and the now of forever. the stop sign on the corner is an obstacle for street racers but its a godsend because its just enough of a pause for me to kiss you between the eyes. and I can't ever finish anything so this story isn't complete and at the top of the pass where the air is clear enough if we sing loud enough maybe he will hear us and remember who he left behind.
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Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 8:07 AM UTC
Delilah Baby
*I woke up this morning and my name flashed on T.V. They said i blew up places , they said i killed masses . Men , women & children I murdered them all. Who am I ? I am a muslim and i am taking this fall. They used my name and spread the terror. I am not them , it surely is an error. We, muslims, are the holders of peace , we spread love. Why am I being  represented by their false actions. I am a person, with different notions. World will now brand me a terrorist. Don't judge me by their actions , I insist. I am not them, they pilfered my name. They inflicted libel , and my religion to defame . I have been robbed , robbed of my name. I am a muslim , human like you , all the same. My name has been robbed , my identity stolen I deprecate the terror and mourn for fallen. There are millions like me and humanity lies in our depths. But we are all victims of Identity Theft* ...............
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Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 11:39 PM UTC
The Identity Theft
Cleave, sunder from the root Spilled forth on the soil Naked Afraid Rive, render from the pod Scorched from the sun Cracked Bleeding Shake, dither from the soul Scarred on torment Numbed Immobilized Breathe, utter the words Cried from memories Another dawn Another dusk Another night Another cycle
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Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 2:43 PM UTC
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