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Nov 2017 Poetroyalee

VS aka Jason Cole

Time
They say it comes
They say it goes
They say it takes but always gives

I've walked the weeping sands
of seven lonely seasons
My conscience seared in strands
by full-level demons

Time
They say it flies
They say it flows
They say it begins but never ends

Invariably I've dreamt
of the inevitable end of days
My threadbare thoughts adrift
inside the daymare haze

Time
It cries memories

Time
It fogs the mirror

Time
When wiped away
keeps getting ever-clearer...

This life is a vapor
This life is a vapor
This life is a vapor
This life is a vapor

This life is no bang
It's merely a whimper

Partially inspired (in style and content) by T.S. Eliot's poem "The Hollow Men".

#time #life #dreams

Sep 2017 Poetroyalee

Are You Sad, My Dear?

Sep 2017 Poetroyalee

Ellyn k Thaiden

Are You Sad, My Dear?

Are you sad, my dear?
Because it's quit clear
That your mask that you made
Out of tears and ash

Is starting to peel away
And your heart is starting to pay
The hefty price of pain
From casting your heart

Are you tired, my dear?
It's near the end of the year
It's been a long time
Since you've had good rest

You whisper you're just tired
But we know that you're wired
In a different way
Where tired means dead inside

Are you done, my dear?
With shedding your tears
And sliceing and burning yourself
And not being happy with your reflection

Because I'm done too
Salty tears are too true
Maybe it's time to pop the pills
And take a trip right down the hill

Sep 2017 Poetroyalee

Loneliness

Sep 2017 Poetroyalee

Willow-Anne

Loneliness

I'm surrounded by a sea of people
As far as the eye can see
All flowing in the same direction
And just floating along, is me

I've been wading in this water
Letting it carry me any way
Not caring about which direction
And never having any say

After wading all this time though
My legs started growing tired
So finally it was time to choose
Which direction I desired

But the problem with floating along
Was that I never became aware
I wasn't really a part of the waves
I was just sort of...there

What I wanted didn't matter
The waves still moved as one
Whether I moved with or against them
Didn't matter in the long run

Then I thought I better get out
And give myself some time to think
But I couldn't see the shore anymore
And with that, I started to sink

Now I'm surrounded by a sea of people
As far as the eye can see
All still flowing in the same direction
But drowning in it, is me

"I used to think the worst thing in life was to end up all alone. It's not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people that make you feel all alone." Robin Williams <3
Wow, I am so honored that this was chosen for daily poem and that I have received so many friendly comments.
Thank you all for your friendly words and messages, and for your love and support. You have no idea how much it means to me. <3

Aug 2017 Poetroyalee

Mad Girl's Love Song

Aug 2017 Poetroyalee

Sylvia Plath

Mad Girl's Love Song

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"