Has no one yet told her?
They've cut off a limb?
Screamed for mercy..for relief..
Make it end! so they did.
An injury of flesh
A deep **** long ago.
No mending, nor cleaning
Only concealed not to show.
Who cares? she thought..
Everyone bleeds.
Who is there? she thought..
Better nobody sees.
And smile, she did
Moving through each pain.
Alone she hid
If they knew, its the same.
The poison set in
Quiet as death one day.
She looked, blinked twice
And she knew she can't stay.
For the injury now infected
Moved poison through her blood.
All her silence, the despair
Consuming, as a flood..
And then it no longer mattered
How things would look.
The surgeons could see she was dying
Would be her last breath that she took..
Quickly they worked
No more time now to waste..
Better to live a life altered
Than lose all hope and grace.
But has no one yet told her?
They've cut off a limb.
Screamed for mercy.. For relief..
Make it end! so they did.
Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 1:26 AM UTC
I lost a poem today
I thought it profound
captured my confusion
Anchored feet to the ground..
This piece, she flew away
Didn't bother to wave
How I hurt that she left me
Yet her loss a gift gave..
So attached I am
To the stories I weave
Yet gripping so tightly
I can't allow grief to leave..
So you see, my dear poem
She so suddenly was gone
She did not say goodbye
Her gift? To move on.
Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 12:08 AM UTC
I see her there
A dark look in her eye
Smirking at me
Inviting "give it a try"..
My Shadow dares me
Into the ring
Smuggly she grins
Thinks I've nothin to bring..
"You know ur smoked!"
She gleefully taunts
"You wanna spar with me?
I'm fueled by your wants!"
I shuffle my feet
Timidly taking my stance
The first round, a blood bath
That b@tch kicked my A$$
Bruised and beat down
My trainer now pleads
Where is your fight girl?
Ya think I brought you to bleed?!
"But she's mean!" I sob..
As I spit out a tooth
"She breaks every rule!"
"So resentful and uncooth!"
Even still she is
A true part of you
Learn to dance in this ring
Or you, she will rule..
Now I stand with conviction
To face my brutal self
She may take her pound of flesh
But none will leave til its dealt..
We are not so separate
One good, and one bad
We move with congruence
Our conversation now had..
I dodge and I weave
As I feel her wear out
I take a few blows
But I leave her no doubt..
I am in this ring
Til our dealings be done
She may beat me down
But our pieces are one.
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 10:22 PM UTC
The least you can do..
All I'm willing to ask.
The least you can do..
Won't trigger hurts past.
The least you can do..
Allows me my wall.
The least you can do..
Off need's cliff I won't fall.
The least you can do..
Won't harm if you turn away.
The least you can do..
Prepares for when you can't stay.
Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 1:35 PM UTC
HE SHE WE
Seek shelter through the storm
EYES CAN'T SEE
Nature's wisdom as she forms
PARTS BREAK FREE
Amongst debrie of broken dreams
NEW LIFE BREATHES
Amidst decaying, dead treacheries
WHY ASK WHY
Layers pile one upon the last
RAIN TEARS DRY
Each new life fed by its past
A STRANGENESS TO
This rythm, this bittersweet song
PRIMITIVE IS TRUTH
We live and die yet always belong
Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 1:32 PM UTC
As my heart looks around
A Sea of Mess to be found..
Cluttered is my mind
A way through, will I find?
Bewildered and unsteady
I begin though not ready..
With no end in sight
Will I win this fight?
Can I stand the reflections
Of limitless imperfections?
Inner space, a safe haven
Yet my world its not saving..
And the work to be done
May not be so much fun..
In me, a child wants play
With tasks she won't stay..
Discipline caused her fear
She resists seeing the mirror..
But perhaps she would find
A reflection not unkind..
Compassion and strength
Companions for the length..
Never alone with the mess
An internal team makes it less..
Of an upsetting event
Echoing so much love sent..
From all goodness known
She will make this her home.
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 1:06 PM UTC
Dear Brother,
Don't be so strong..
Burdened so long..
If I could take..
Away the heart ache..
Dear Brother,
I would your soul..
Ease and console..
Remove the fears..
An Ocean of tears..
Dear Brother,
Powerless we are..
To rescue your star..
Yet see Love prevail..
It Heals without fail..
Dear Brother,
Your heart beats in hers..
Angel near reassures..
God's love wraps around..
Seeming lost before found..
Dear Brother,
Know always in all ways..
God stands by to amaze..
Ivy's heart holds your heart..
We stand as one as our part..
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 5:57 PM UTC
Do you have a "Mindful Eye"?
For challenges you face on your way..
Or do you take a critical stance..
For each flaw, each "trouble" of the day?
From where do our judgements echo?
Intruding into Present from Past..
How well do you recognize the script?
You follow blindly believing you're cast..
In a role which allows no liberty..
To move free or breathe new life..
If you knew your role to be optional..
Would you find courage to let go of strife?
Would you see your perception subjective?
Suffering not manditory from Pain..
Would you re-map your inner workings..
To move forward your "healing brain"?
Now for me, I can tell you..
I suffer from "exhaulted opinions" too..
I stand in harsh judgement..
Of all "I can't" but wish I could do..
And as I become more flustered..
More discouraged and "proven" correct..
My Mindful Eye waits with patience..
That someday soon we'll connect.
Mar 19, 2013
Mar 19, 2013 at 4:18 PM UTC
Fault is a stealy sheild..
Blame, a fool's way to resist..
Misery affords some company..
Yet then Suffering will only persist..
A rebellion requires no heros..
No villians, no victims, nor saints..
Now how would this picture be painted..
If Healing and Mercy were paints?
The intense and darker shades..
Blended with muted, softer lights..
The poetry in each colors' movement..
Would strike us all with such sight..
We would not focus on parts..
Wonder what is"good" or what's "bad"..
We would breathe in the splendor..
The artistry of soul survial we now have..
Released from harsh judgement..
Free of resentments and old pain..
And finally those who have harmed us..
Forgiven, allowing inner peace to reign..
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 8:43 PM UTC
I can see now the injury..
The tear which ripped through a soul..
The irresistable gravitational force it has..
An internal super nova, made blackhole..
See the bandit who robs children?
Of their fantasy world of "safe"..
Their image of a benevolent universe..
Hallowed by a hole deep in inner space..
Time folds there as it captures..
Pain too emense to fit in inside..
Frozen solid for later feeling..
Moments from which we all hide..
Layers and piles of "protection"..
From hurts too bitter to taste..
Too cutting and raw in the knowing..
Too "gone" for time to waste..
Some more "protected" than others..
With their egos and illusion of control..
These are the ones most troubled..
Their false lives have swallowed them whole..
Now see the ones who show their pain?
Their layers suspended in time?
Perhaps some pulled to look inward..
Through the love of music, art, or rhym..
And others finally forced by fate's will..
To surrender their powerless pieces..
Emptied of excess, their souls cry out..
"I am Startdust; I am that which never ceases"..
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 12:38 PM UTC