...a diary of the falling dominoes chapter

invisibly dying from the inside out
no one is looking into unseen eyes
no one can hear a muted voice fading
no one is close enough to be near

the deafening thrums echo
anxieties’ racing heartbeat
within morphing flesh shell ,
gasping for new breath
in a hovering stale silence

from a distance
the broken mirror ricochets a subdued light ;
much closer the reflection reveals
someone I once knew by heart

now an unrecognizable mask
enshrouds a terminal emptiness
inconspicuous at a fleeting glance ,
impossible to discern what storms rage
from the inside out ,... unnoticed  

an uncontained wildfire
smoldering within,  lies in wait
for the imminent winds of change
to fan the flames into the final
eternal silent ashes

a poet reaches out demurely
offering a candid look
into the window
of the imperfect human soul

there is no poetry
met by indifference
just gathered unread words scribbled,

squandered time
dripped slowly on an empty page ;
moments turn into days
days turned into years

invisibly dying from the inside out
an unfinished life trickles out
like seeping blood evanescing
from a bottomless puncture
wounding ... penetrating the heart,
leaching out the slow death of a poet

for poetry is only words unless they touch someone ...

befallen to indifference is poetic death
by salted paper cuts ...

a muting suffocation
that hiddenly erodes away,
silencing the passion
of a musing soul
one unread word at a time ...


© harlon rivers ... all rights reserved

Heavy foot steps imprinted wooden boards
though impressed by an absent soul
an isolated mind, formed of intricate cords
I am aching, bleeding through a lonesome hole

My trembling legs stand before hollow eyes
encircling me on dull rickety chairs
I unstitch the fictitious smile of my disguise
bare oppressive scares, all despairs

To mirrors of indistinguishable faces
tears seaping into the floor, for they understand
the gripping pains and benumbing embraces
the destructive limitations at hand

For our dispirited faction of slumped backs
anxiously awaiting for when the sun appears
to fade our scares, dry the floors dampened cracks
absorbing our souls of abounding tears.

By, Melissa June

You were forged in fire long before
their warm breath ever caressed your neck,
and you will continue to engulf the world in flames
long after they have tried to extinguish your light.

you remind me that

there is still some beauty left

in this world of mine

I don’t get to write sad poetry anymore
Not when you nested between my ribs like a second heart,
beating an orchestra,
a whole concerto against my skin.
There’s gentle fingers on my scraped knees,
they don’t feel so painful anymore.

hi guys so i have a book on wattpad i'd love for y'all to read if you have an account! @oh-blue and the story is called dreamboy please read and vote and whatnot. i just want my poetic voice to be heard you know? and if you like dreamboy the sequel softer dreams is up so yeah please please read and vote and spread the word! i love you all!
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'The biggest problem with communication is that we don’t listen to understand, we listen to respond.'

You trace my bottomless eyes to the pit of my stomach
You stare at the tip of my tongue,
With that sordid tang on it;
Reassure me now,
I am not the cause of it.

Taste, but not too late
The stuff of which
I am made.
Never think
I would clean the bottom
Piety of your sink

Would you hear me?
Muffled in a crowd?
Where my delusions
Of your confusions
Are shrouded

I smell repugnance
And make nothing of it
O the fancies of tongues
Bowed, I make nothing of it
In the crowd I hear your sound
I make nothing of it
My rejoinder blaring loud
You make nothing of it

The boil of the grey water
Murky glasses unclean -
Silent unorderly

I make a run for it.

What is a genuine love?
Is it the boy-girl stuff?
Or love in a divine glove?
Like blessings from above,
Or blessings all around,
From Heaven to the ground,
So, is this genuine love?
Love in a divine glove.......

Rain smashes into the window pane
The sound is what I imagine bullets make
if heard from deep inside a battle tank
The trees show resilience to the wind's pressure
to give up their commanding height
The sky is a few shades away from night
interrupted by random strobing lightning light