I descended slowly so long ago.
The memory of how
and why it began floated
away with the flotsom on
the warm surface currents.
On the frigid sea floor of my mind
crushed beneath the pressure
of liquid self loathing.
A kingdom of cold piercing
darkness was my domain
and there I stayed.
"Please, come back."
Her words echoed in the depth.
And it began.
A slow ascension passed the
darkened depth through murky grey.
The grasping demons that preyed
on my spirit lost their hold as I rose
beyond their reach.
Faster I climbed.
My soul expanded with every passing meter.
Pushing away all that held me down
and breached the warm wavy surface
where it all began.
Golden rays and azure blue skies
fill my sight as I float with the current.
Miles from shore with hope as my
only compass.
The journey to my redemption now begins
with you as my guide.
~~~
KCsPoetryContest depression recovery
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 2:05 PM UTC
*Your perfection is an illusion.
My faults are real.
'Trust' is the stitching
that holds my fragile
parts together.
Whispers of what we share,
like confetti in a breeze,
cannot be recovered
once carelessly set free.
Don't release me to the wind,
I beg you.
~~~*
Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 10:40 AM UTC
*haunting grey outside,
forced to reminisce.
some believe we should just be.
no mind,
no chemistry,
friends in need.
I was born complete
but now fractured and
blown with Autumn's leaves.
running in place
no direction,
just haste,
faking my way.
the membrane
between me and the pain
is thinning away.
~~~*
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC
It's raining,
A downpour of
All the little things
That are stealing
Away my sanity.
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 4:56 PM UTC
Classics in Art, Music, Literature
live beyond temporal limits.
Touching chords when seen and heard,
on canvass, in melodies, with written words.
They can be young and fresh,
or ancient and frayed.
With messages and stories
ringing true through every Age.
They transcend places
and march boldly through time.
Still relevant,
Still beautiful,
Eternally sublime.
~~~
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC
Guys.
Never ask her if she'd like
A glass of water.
Water
Is good for everybody.
Any time of day.
Bring
Her water. See that she
Drinks.
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 5:17 PM UTC
I'm sometimes asked with feigned surprise,
"You write poetry?"
"How Divine!
Give us a sample of your
favorite rhyme!"
But I know what they're thinking.
I see it in their eyes,
"What a waste of time."
"What a joke."
"Better hide the silver,
cuz these types are all broke."
Poetry doesn't pay the bills.
That part is so true.
But, don't deride my compulsion,
or my next hundred verses
will be about "you!"
~~~
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 5:16 PM UTC
I remember those nights,
Alone on the pier,
With a book on my lap
And a song in my ear
I remember those nights
And the adventures I had.
Lost in a world of magic
Escaping the bad.
I remember being young
Being happy and free.
With so few worries
And so much to see.
I remember it all
So clear in my mind
But it seems so long ago
And I just want to rewind
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
I want to be immune
To the song that lures
Me to you.
The sensuous pull
That has me wanting,
Needing,
To be in your grasp,
Your hands tangled
In my hair,
Your teeth to my skin.
I want to be immune
To the hunger I feel
For your kiss,
The ache I feel
For your touch.
Because I need you,
So much it hurts.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 11:22 PM UTC
*A Rose raised
in the protective shade
of a mighty Oak,
no matter how well
nourished and loved,
will never bloom.
Her delicate petals
must defy the beating drops
of an angry Sky
in order to bathe
in the golden rays
of her birthright.
Step aside
and let her thrive!*
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 12:31 PM UTC