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 May 2017 Rapunzoll
Shanath
Saving
 May 2017 Rapunzoll
Shanath
Awakened by whispers from a friend
On the other side of the earth.
He perhaps forgot how time
Lacks to treat us the same.
He was bouncing from
One classroom to the other,
I was in my bed
Sweat drenched in my dreams.

I tried to muffle his scream
But he yelled louder,
Bloodshot eyes, I spoke,
Careful not to wake my mother.
I asked and asked if he was alright,
I was afraid he was thinking up
The actions I almost followed.
I asked him again
If he was fine,
He replied with a "good morning",
I said "goodnight".

My head was thumping too hard
I knew the morning would begin
With my weekly dose of migraine.
He called me back,
I asked again if he was alright,
It's 3 **** clock in the morning,
I would sleep if he was fine.

He acclaimed that I lied,
"I was hurt so I was up
Or else I would never have taken his call"
He said. I sighed,
He couldn't hear.
I told I would be back in two hours,
I wished he would rest
Get his head straight.

He acclaimed that I lied,
I wasn't gonna sleep,
I was traumatized,
He asked again if I was fine,
I replied "relatively".
I wondered what I meant,
He didn't ask to clarify,
I declared I am going to sleep.
I lied.

I was up till past 4,
My alarm set to 5,
I would speak to him then I resolved,
He could do with not killing himself
For two hours I analysed.
I slept for minutes 45
I called but he was gone.

I tried to decipher my strange dreams.
It was about the dogs
Chasing me,
The fear I always have.
I try never to think of love,
In my dream I had no way out,
That was when he had called.

I reminisce now
Was he looking for me to save him,
Or did he save me?
We all need our saviors
Even while we try to save others.
Wanting to promote a righteous cause,
But confused in an enormous maze.

Imperfections appeared with each mystery,
Leading to unwanted acts of contempt.

Even though sin led to punishment,
Grounds for virtuous principles meant to shine.

Needing to find the right trail in life,
Battling for virtue in every aspect of living.

The inner demons that prevailed were conquered,
Discovering survival without sinister tactics.
 May 2017 Rapunzoll
irinia
"America"
 May 2017 Rapunzoll
irinia
Speak to me of the wave of longing
That broke against you,
Pressuring your forehead,
Narrowing your narrow street,
Beating on your palms,
                                         America.

Your eyes remain unclosed,
Looking-glass and sea,
For the dream with claws.

Fairy bird,
arching bird,
Sweet enchantress,
Envied by throngs.

"And you who ask about me everywhere,
By now don't you know that I am death?"

Flavia Cosma from Wormwood Wine
translated by Don Wilson with the author
 May 2017 Rapunzoll
Shiloh
Ours.
 May 2017 Rapunzoll
Shiloh
I had a moment yesterday
where I had something to say
to you.

But you can never know.

So I came up with this concept
to keep in mind, keep to yourself
if you want to get to know me
not gonna mention date me, love me
I have a list of don't you dares.

Don't bother telling me
your favorite bands
  I can't even learn of
new music from you
I need to be able to listen to
good music
after you're gone.
We won't have our song.

Don't tell me what you like to eat
in fact, tell me what you can't stand
it will be hard enough
eating at all
when you leave
I'll need to enjoy something
I know would be
Wasted on you
Like I do

I don't need to know what you smell like
You don't need to come to my place
Because then when you leave
I won't have to upheave
All my stuff that you left with your trace

Let's never go to the same spots
We don't need our own special place
It's hard enough to get out on my own
Without memories tied to your claims

Please don't ever give me anything
Material items at least
Because I only have myself to give away
And I've already been picking up the pieces

For hours, and ours.
Life is unsatisfying
Everything is a little unsatisfying
Like blood from an open wound,
the words flow of their own accord.
Pain there is, but no wish to get rid off.

An unbridled power has taken over,
Can't stop, don't wish to stop.
Have got to write, to tell this story mine.

It's a journey long, meandering through phases varied.
Going through forests deep, stopping at falls sweet.
Looking for answers, to questions abstruse.

Being termed obtuse, for not relenting in the worst of time.
Have been told that  I would lose,  but the choice is mine.
So I surge ahead, with only a dream to lead the way.

A dream to find worlds new.
To know the answer to questions abstruse.
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