Nameless: Favorites

Mar 2013 Nameless

Russell William Johnson

The sound of conversation from another room
   muffled soft by walls and doors.
   voices
   of comfort and security,
Childhood memories of my mother and father
Up late with dear friends
as indiscernible words and conversation and laughter became
a comforting lullaby
For I was down the hall in bed with my cowboy sheets and brown blanket
Their voices, a mighty oath of safety and protection
against the monsters that hide at night in the closets and dark corners of children's rooms
Children who get to make believe their monsters
I got to make believe my monsters
And they were no match for my fathers laughter or my mothers offer for more coffee.

And I think of you out there
Who did not make believe your monsters.
For whom the voices reaching bedtime ears were coarse and menacing, angry and cursing,
  And sounds that children should not hear
unfamiliar words, but their meaning unmistakable.
Mothers crying and fathers yelling, strange men threatening
At tender age, the familiar smell of alcohol  portending danger
You need not make believe your monster
For the roaring, and snarling, all too real
     was just outside your bedroom.
     having consumed  mommy and daddy already, it was coming for you
And perhaps, still does

Mar 2013 Nameless

You may call me friends

Mar 2013 Nameless

Micheal Wolf

You may call me friends

A million different thoughts
What!
If!
How!
A duet it continues, a lamentation to oblivion
Assorted brain functions carry on like a clock keeping time
Not higher but primal try to carry on normality
The physical suffers as they inflict damage upon my tissues, organs and emotions
Practicality doesn't warrant candid thought
"Tell me about your childhood" Which one!!!
One battles to suppress the other and take its throne of light
It has no place in my mind in this irrelevant state of chaos
Then like a calm before a storm you could hear a pin drop in the void between my ears
They are neither here or there
The quantum moment of exchange
Everything becomes nothing
Nothing becomes everything
The dead emptiness for seconds as the transition takes place
As the vacuum of hopelessness once again ***** the lucid thoughts away
Tortuous like air from a dying man's lungs
Trying to cheat the ferry man
Not on his final journey, oh no that would be relief and sometimes prayed for to a god I don't believe in
But my now daily fight to refrain from losing myself into the abyss
I only focus on what I think I can balance between Rationality of day when I can maintain it
and screaming pain of turmoil at night
I live two lives split like continents, never touching again after they separated
Yet in binary to each others existence, a duet of spatial rage
It is the cold reality, my curse, my fate
Two individuals one body, arguing for supremacy
Both alert both sharp both denying the other audience
One during the waking hrs one during the slumber
A Duet of desperation as they battle to trade places
night for day, day for night
One a craftsman one a scholar
The church would call it possession
A physician a personality disorder
I call them my Daemons
Part of me yet all of me
You?
You may call us friends

Written for the author of ITLAD Anthony Peake

Some interesting questions been asked of me about this. In response. To my knowledge I'm not schizophrenic but thanks for the multiple diagnosis. No offence meant or taken. Do we not all have battles that rage in our heads between what we think and say. I know I do. Read about the book and you will see my meaning I guess

Mar 2013 Nameless

To My Best Friend's Mother.

Mar 2013 Nameless

September

To My Best Friend's Mother.

I saw you in Tim Hortons for the first time in three years.
You told me I had grown and
I congratulated on you on your weight loss.

She is my best friend.
You didn't raise a child,
You raised an ironwork frame.
You threw a girl into reality before she could even spell the word.

And I would love to look at the other side, but I can't—
it always loops back around like that little girl
doing circles around on her ten-speed as she pulls up
to the convenience store to buy you cigarettes.

Hey, at least you called her an ambulance—
On Thanksgiving Day when she passed out
from lack of nutrition because you spent your last welfare check
on something I don't even want to hear your excuse for.

I remember my mother, coming into my room at eleven pm on a Wednesday, telling me to put some shoes on because you snapped a pool cue and placed it to a guy's neck.

My pajama pants ripped as I broke into your apartment to wake my best friend up and tell her that my mom was parked outside and she had to spend the night at my house.

You spent the night in the drunk tank hitting on officers.
She spent the night beside me crying and asking for any other mother but you.

We were in grade 6.

When she was 13, she had to live with me for 3 months because social services deemed you, "unstable."
When she was 14, she moved away to the city because she couldn't handle you anymore.

I went to visit her last weekend and she didn't say a single word about you.

I think this is the most unrefined thing I have ever posted online. I just kinda wanted to get it off my chest because honestly it's been seething inside me for a long time, and I just recently saw the mother sooooooo..

Mar 2013 Nameless

The Visitor

Mar 2013 Nameless

Micheal Wolf

The Visitor

Love arrived unannounced tipped me up and spun me round.
Last I saw it had gone away long ago alone I stayed.
Then it came back to my life hidding deep within your eyes.
Of course I'm scared who wouldn't be in case it runs away from me.
Oh insecure we all can be when love takes control of everything
A visitor to our hearts creating madness and random thoughts
Unwelcome guest or wanted more you decide when it calls

A little look at life

Mar 2013 Nameless

King of the Hill

Mar 2013 Nameless

Tom Orr

King of the Hill

Once upon a dainty hill
sat old castle of a young king
not busied by ***** thrills
but in the realm, fair Muse did sing

sorry as such
to trouble you sire
but farmer, lady and great squire
are, unto you, to enquire
how it is the sun makes such fire

to this the young king
furrowed his brow
and scratched his chin
and pondered how

eight days did pass
and woe betide
the pressing question
found no bride

the elders of the castle old
let fairy tales of disorder unfold

a great dragon they say
lit the sun
after finding itself lost
and on the run
from a shadow giant
of world unseen

but the tales of course
were all but dreams.

A little voice
filled the air
with light and weightless
soulful flair

a blacksmith's girl
of simple dress

excuse me sir
i must confess
this minor stir
has caused me stress

the young king bade her speak
and with that, the child weak
stood atop a wonky box
with certain eyes and wavy locks

dear people
i now must say
that it is on this cold and fateful day
my mind has led to such dismay

as I have learned to trust none of you.

Haven't written anything on here much lately, this sprung to mind the other day. Tell me what you think it's about, I love to hear interpretations :)

Mar 2013 Nameless

Post modern post modern

Mar 2013 Nameless

Ann Beaver

Post modern post modern

She walked home
in the rain and snow.
Indecisive sky she used to know
now etched with buildings
burning slowly at their core.
Termites wanting more.
I lost my power cord.
There is a bug in the system
because she's always bored
always running
up hill
on the treadmill.
Can't catch a break
or a breath.

Mar 2013 Nameless

Dear Grandpa

Mar 2013 Nameless

Megan McCormick

Dear Grandpa

Have I always been a disappointment to you,
As you watch down on me from heaven,
If there even is a heaven to begin with?
Did you cringe at every wrong decision I made,
Every step away from your god I ever took?
I wonder if you cry for me,
If you wish I would change.

I'm not sure if you know,
But some nights I cry over you.
I think how I'm never going to see you again,
How you'll never hold me in your arms.
I miss you, more than anything in the world,
But now you're dead,
As you've been for seven years,
And I'll never get to watch Spongebob with you again.
I'll never get to eat your fried fish,
Or go fishing with you, ever again.
I hope, if there is a heaven, that you're happy.
I hope that some day everyone else can join you there,
And I'm sorry I won't be able to.

Now all I have is my memories,
And even those are fading.
I barely remember anything,
Only your last few months,
And when you went to the hospital.
They wouldn't let me see you,
I was too young.
So I sat in the waiting room
While you were slowly taken away from me.
Now I'll say what I was never allowed to say,
Goodbye.

Mar 2013 Nameless

Leviticus 18:22

Mar 2013 Nameless

Daniel Kenneth

Leviticus 18:22

Speak to me
Save me from
The suffocating silence
Bringing overwhelming sadness
Depression and pain
Please, speak friend
Distract me from
This awful world
Where they say
Its not cool
To be gay
In the place
Where I felt
More at home
Than any other
Please friend, speak
Help me ignore
The horrible slurs
The daily torments
Found in media
Found in actions
Found in life
Speak my friend
Or I know
That surely I
Shall go insane
In a world
Where its cool
To hate a man
For being gay