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I live inside my head,
closed off ...

watching everyone & everything
from my windows

I hear my thoughts
Reminiscing
like noisy neighbors
from room to room.
Some near
others further away
an argument, a joke or two.

picture perfect,
in color...

I decide what time
it is ... day or night.

overtime
keeps the office
on-call.

Decisions to be made
priorities to be set

Every once in a while
Someone comes to
the front desk
asking, questioning
for an explanation
that sounds reasonable...

Whether or not
it's important is a matter
of choice ...
I like you
or don't

Tastes now that's complicated...
triggered by Heather's BURNED
Pictured
Remnants of my past
twisted by a storm
heat, frost refined
is how grew or formed.

children scattered
every fall
& blown about
like straw...

gates & fences
Up & went
changed the lines
kept what was within
only to be torn down again...

I saw the landscape move,
*****, erode and enclose
so my feet held on
& spread deep all around
trying to find
what's left of ground

My friends
were cut down
sown into pieces,
traces of them
here & there
maybe found.

loneliness & noise
has crept in...

there's only,
so much I can bare
wishing it all gone
cannot be a sin.
An old tree sits by itself on a vacant lot behind a house. metro by ways all around, new apartments,  gyms and malls.
I rather be:
a placid, clear lake
or a mountain
touching the earth & sky;

Fluid & deep
or Seeing far & wide
all around,
further
than the eye ...
For Cassandra's "star"
Call it Cruel

Wrenching
One's Heart
Where
One Cannot
Breathe
for want of
Kindness

feels like I'm
forced to
kiss a corpse
beneath a shallow grave
covered in
winter's snow
buried
a long time ago...
Inspired by a poem written as "untitled" by N.  Anxiety forces us to emotional extremes of nauseating stomach pains to being unable to breathe or move.
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A shipping container
Filled with traffic cones
and stifled murmurs;
How long would they
Have to wait
to be put on a field,
And play a role
in the game they didn't
know the rules of?
Exile
a supposition
of pretense
in isolation
granting vices
permission & unwelcoming
circumstances,
as choice
to do or die
Alone...
another SUICIDE...

Arrogance
to control
that which is not
YOURS
to govern
to protect
A LIFE
choice  ...
the immoral
PROPOSITION
to demand
who can live,
propagate
marry
or relationship
pro-choice
maybe pro death
YES !!!

Gay, Lesbian
Bi-******
Trans & queer
being one-in-the
Sameness by default
Nonetheless
Equal in result
FREEDOM
or the other
word GENOCIDE
for want of
Pride...

Psjwebber
11/08/24
When the Body
befalls a pathos,
a virus
a or germ

Symptomolgy
emerges ...
vesters
of sores & pain
discomfort & fever

Addiction
craves toxicity & poison
& hallucinations
delirious choices
vetted

Is Loneliness
a phantom of emotions
belonging to
anxiety & delirium?

A mental illness
of the Soul
Depressed...

that echos
against the tongue
rendering one's voice
silenced ...

a disease sickens
Nonetheless.

Prince S.J Webber
11/08/24
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