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Mary K Feb 2015
it surprises me that all of this was once not thought to pass. with the rising of the tides and the hastening of the wind, and then all life seemed to disappear suddenly. and yet the warning signs were overlooked and everyone continued until the water levels rose slowly enough that they didn't even realize that they were drowning until it was too late.
does this count as a poem?
Mary K Jan 2015
I almost wish there was a time
When all of this would be thought to pass.
Years of waiting, working, wondering, until nothing.
Nothing appears to be all I know these days,
These days that seem never-ending.
Sunsets last for seconds,
But darkness stays until dawn,
And even then, the world is not awake yet.
These days it seems they never wake up.
Until we are falling in a spiral
The world coming up too fast
We plummet twenty feet below, until nothing.
Again, there is nothing, and it does not seem to make sense.
I suppose that’s the way it is now,
There is nothing gone and pass.
Sunlight tries to recur again,
Through the clouds we have come to know.
But even during the daytime, the sun cannot penetrate the dark.
Because these days, we wouldn’t be able to handle it if it did.
It seems to be comforting, all these clouds and all this nothing.
Because what can go wrong if there is nothing to go right.
Never mind the soft hum of the gnawing presence of what might have been,
Because these days its receded to barely a whisper.
Nothing was what I came here for
And nothing is which with I will leave.

Because these days its quite hard to tell the difference between what is nothing and what is something.
nothing
Mary K Jan 2015
its as if i am flying
soaring up up up
until I'm nothing but a speck in the sky,
which somehow seems better than being a speck on the earth.
i can feel the wind in my face,
reaching out and enveloping its arms around me.
i desire to fly higher, higher, higher,
until I'm navigating through the stars,
worlds away from where i meant to be.
but then I'm falling.
crashing.
screaming.
all there is is darkness and i don't understand because everything was so good and i was finally seeing the world in color after all these years of black and white.
and suddenly,
i don't see anything at all.
and the worst part is
when i awake,
the nightmare is just beginning
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  Nov 2014 Mary K
Aver
get up*
if you keep begging for life's cooperation
all you'll get is more exhaustion than you already have
collapsing on the kitchen floor after your long day of nothing
wishing the bottle of wine wasn't so far out of reach
glancing at the hour to be sure
to reassure
its not yet time
no
its only been a few moments
and already your motivation is buried
overwhelmed by your pressing thoughts
get up
get up
deal with yourself and lift yourself off of the hard, cold ground
stand alive and breathe
like you once told me
for i was once you too
i know you are stuck, firmly planted in hells dark corners
but just remember
all the songs
you used to sing
all the places of which you'd dream
all the things
all the faces
and get up for gods sake
look life in the eyes
and with your demons face it
i've forgotten what your smile looks like, it's lovely
Mary K Nov 2014
soft patter on rooftops
while I stare at the wall
thoughts running miles through my head.
slow down I mutter, but there is no use.
it's 1am but I seem to think I can change my life
defeat the demons reeking havoc through my mind,
conquer enemies in shiny armour.
overall I just think of reasons why I'm a not so good person
or what I need to change.
who I want to die,
who I want to live.
maybe one day I'll rule a kingdom
or maybe one day I'll die alone.
nobody ever thought about the people who manage both.
terrifying thoughts,
but equally satisfying.
it's at this point in the night when I write novels without paper
create stories without ink
flowing masterpieces never to be told
never even to be remembered
except in a fleeting dream
a simple moment
and then it's
g
o
n
e.
almost like it never existed in the first place.
is that what's meant of all of this?
are we all geniuses until someone tells us otherwise and we believe them?
when does it all stop.
when does it slow down.
why won't it slow down.
I just want it to slow down.
another one with a seemingly inspirational title but actually is more fragments of my broken early morning/late night thoughts.
Mary K Nov 2014
we spend all our lives searching for color that we don't realize all that exists is in black and white.
in thoughts and words
through tears and laughter
it's all facing ruins
empty, broken, torn down.
the Mayans once were living
they once ruled a kingdom far advanced for their time
and yet they still were wiped out.
what's meant for us, then, if we can't even see in color.
if everything was horrible, if we only knew loss, would it still seem as bad?
if we believe we're seeing color, but we only know black and white, do we actually trick ourselves into playing along?
maybe one day we'll release our souls into the sky,
fly up up up
and
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   w
         a
              y
and realize
this entire time we weren't seeing color or black and white
we weren't feeling emotions or experiencing thrills
we weren't living.
maybe then we can start our lives.
it just takes a while until we accept it and go,
takes a while to come to terms with the fact we've been fed lies.
come to terms with the fact we have to go though this hell all over again, except this time it actually counts for something.
this time
it's called death.
maybe you thought this was going to be inspiring but really it's a bunch of nonsense pulled out of late night thoughts
Mary K Nov 2014
my mind was filled with darkness
a pit of nothing until nothing became everything.
no light to see,
a dark night
and the stars seemed to have left the sky after losing their celestial battle.
I had nowhere to go,
because I couldn't see around me.
but then I saw a light,
and I followed the light,
and it led me to you.
my dark sky now had sunlight
and I could open my eyes without fear.
the darkness inside of me was fading
as your light took root.
even on the days it seems the darkness is going to win,
your light never falters.
thank you for being my sunshine,
I'll try to bring the stars back for you.
stars are cool
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