Skeletal hands
Clutch
They yearn to hold
To clasp close
That delicate
Mortality
Where will they touch you?
What will they hold?
Caress your heart
To still its beat?
Perhaps your lungs
And steal your breath?
Or your mind
And rot your thoughts away?
These skeletal hands
Yearn to grip you
As they will
Always grip us all
They want to feel the warmth
Again
Of life and love
And when they touch
A soul
They steal it all away
Until only Darkness
Remains
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 9:51 PM UTC
Pieces of me
Fall to the ground
Shimmering
In the light
Brittle
They land and
Splinter
I break
In sadness
In fear
In quiet rage
And I go
Everywhere
As I struggle
To hold me
Together
I stifle my screams
I bite back my anger
I blink away the tears
I focus on the
Pieces of me
As the fall away
I become less
And I realize
My pain never
Ever
Fades away
Completely
I am
Broken
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 9:46 PM UTC
Darkness
Covering the land
Creeps in me
I feel it
My heart
Darkness
As I reject
All the good
Love
Joy
Happiness
It is easier
I reason
To not care
To be safe
No pain
From loss
Darkness
Pushed back from me
My heart
As the sun rises
I see the wasteland
I created within me
And I weep
At what I made
Empty fields lay fallow
Trees, skeletal and dry
No life anywhere
Nothing at all
Darkness made this
In me
My heart
My choice
Was I right?
WAS I RIGHT?
No love
No pain
no pain...
only darkness...
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 11:00 PM UTC
Sweet scent of jasmine
Fills his senses as she steps
Into his arms
Softly he holds her close
One hand stroking her hair.
His eyes close
Enjoy the moment he whispers
To himself
She will leave and he will stand alone
She sighs gently
His heart skips a beat
Then she leaves
Hands the last to part
As she walks away
The scent of jasmine floats
In the air; a reminder
Of a moment when his whole world
Changed
When his heart skipped a beat.
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 6:44 PM UTC
Sit and think
Contemplate
The world as it is
What a difference
A year makes
Joy and love
Gives way to
Sadness and pain
Betrayal
The watchword of it all
Sit and think
What's the point?
Why is there this
Suffering
Torment and pain
Never-ending
Fades from time to time
But it waits
Watching like a jungle cat
Waiting
Just waiting
For a moment of weakness
For the prey to relax
Then it may strike
Contemplate the edge
As you thumb the blade
Wonder
What would it feel like
Is it true
That it's cowardly?
It's easier
To lay down and die
Than to keep fighting
Keep trying
And nothing changes
Forced to walk alone
For all the effort
To care so much
And nothing in return
The mind screams
That's the way it is
The heart weeps
Poor shattered thing
Wants to give
Can't make it happen
Shallow cut
On the pad of the thumb
Pulls the mind to reality
Softly swearing
The tool is cast aside
This time
As the wound
Is staunched
This time
The mind won
Survival
Over the pain
In the heart
We live to fight
Another day
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 6:42 PM UTC
I sit
Alone
With my thoughts
They swim around me
Teeth bared
Trying to bite
I struggle
But still
Slowly
By inches
Wounds appear
Rips in my mind
Tears in my eyes
This pain grows
How long must I endure
What is left for me
But the fight
The struggle
When do i quit
I stop
I succumb
To the suffering
Is it in me to give up?
No.
Stubborn old man fights.
To stop the struggle
To quit
Is to lay down and
Die.
I am not ready.
So
I sit
Alone
In the dark
With my thoughts.
This time
Will I be ready?
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 11:16 PM UTC
Careless
Swept onto the floor
Shattering
Into pieces
Broken
Almost beyond repair
And yet time will be taken
It will be fixed
Days, nights
Weeping, angry
Loneliness
The changes creep in
Until
Finally
Whole again
Riven with cracks
Pieces missing
But whole as it can be
And the final fix
Into a jar it goes
Sealed tightly
To be seen
And not touched
Safe. Protected.
It hurts so badly,
You see,
When it breaks.
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 11:09 PM UTC
Light stands guard over all.
Darkness fears its brilliance
So we have been told.
And yet, shadows permeate the world
Soaking into souls;
Spring rain into thirsty earth.
Where is the light to the mistreated,
The abused, the unloved?
Is there something more,
Some unseen purpose
to pain and hate?
Or is it all
'Just because'?
When so much can be done united,
Why does bitterness drive a wedge between
Members of the human family?
Just because.
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 11:04 PM UTC
Shimmering in the light
So delicate
Beautiful patterns line up
Simple in its purpose
A tremble sets its architect
Into motion, soft footsteps
To where the guest, this intruder lies.
Caught. Trapped. Helpless.
Agonize over its plight, yet joy as well.
Why fight? Why not?
Choice renders the fly immobile. In that instant, sweet poisonous bite
Lays into her.
Trapped by the spider,
Desiring freedom
Desiring capture.
She traps herself.
For she is spider and fly.
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 11:00 PM UTC
I stand. Surrounded by the darkness
That I create.
I wave it away.
It hovers out of reach.
Close enough to been seen,
Far enough away to relax.
Fear, doubt, anxiety.
Fear, clawing.
Doubt, with sharp teeth.
Anxiety, with its insect touch.
And lord of all, depression,
With his dark cloak ready
To blot out the light.
Squaring shoulders.
Narrowing of eyes.
I stand, drawing a sword of light,
Names engraved on the blade.
They give me strength.
The ones that depend on me to
Never quit, never submit, never stop.
And yet, no matter how the fight ends
I stand.
They stand. We stare at each other.
Stalemate.
For now.
I will never quit.
Nor will they. They are part of me.
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 9:54 PM UTC