Sorrow: Favorites

Nov 2012 Sorrow

sparkles asparagus

You unwrapped my blind fold
I could only see this mess of deconstructed bones
The smog filled my bleeding nostrils
I gasped to know the truth of a world rotating in circumvention

Tangents of humiliation
A crab crawls back into its used receptacle
It does not have to face the uneven shadows
Fairy wings brittle and break

The ashes of frightened unicorns
Paths off way far into the emasculated jungle
Hidden silences wielded in your depth
Machines and paper plates

The trees of battered car horns and biohazard bags
The stereotypical infantile jungle world
Without the echoes of the children you never should have had

Mary prostitutes herself on the corner
The Holy Ghost burns unnoticed

Please let us go back to a time
When we could sit still without retrograding voices
Telling us to progress and revolve
We can no longer feel awesomed in the presence of a structural anomaly

One that had never lived or breathed
Or failed
We were on the verge of a revolution
Before they took our fairytales away

The myths were replaced with shear and utter disgust
For the entire human community
Let us retreat to the forest of Incas and attack dogs
For we can not have a revolution of one.

Nov 2012 Sorrow

What a girl would Do for some Clarity

Nov 2012 Sorrow

Allison Wonderland

What a girl would Do for some Clarity

I thought I wanted you,
then I imagined I shouldn't.
I thought I needed you,
but then I knew I didn't.
I unmistakeably love you,
but now i hardly like you.
Maybe it is you...
maybe it's me.
Maybe things are as they should be.
Or maybe I'm merely an *******,
plagued with ambiguity.

Nov 2012 Sorrow

Lost in a Whirlwind

Nov 2012 Sorrow

Charles Dennis

Lost in a Whirlwind

As I stepped into the chilled damp air, yesterday
washed over me.

I felt trapped in a shroud of times gone by and
all the days from yesteryear.

Lost in a whirlwind of where I’ve been, and
where I should go from here.

Here and there I wander through time as I wait
for the fog to clear.

© 2010 Charles Dennis

http://www.charlesdennis.netne.net

Nov 2012 Sorrow

Hiding Behind the Hedge

Nov 2012 Sorrow

Roxie Oliveri

Hiding Behind the Hedge

The street was dark with bitter pain echoing from the pavement
screaming out the coldness to my name
I walked only one step ahead of the darkness that surrounded
this part of my life I call the night of desperate games

Approaching wheels spin in contrast with the stillness there
replacing screams of silence rapidly
I lie hidden in the shadows of fear and all of my regrets
completely shunned and unaccepted by society

I was running from my existence, afraid I would be caught
captured by my own identity
remaining hidden in the shadows of my fear and my regrets
too ashamed to even, take a look at me

Brakes squealing in the distance, yet not too far from me
the hedge I am hiding behind, is never quite enough
to hide from this existence, I have running after me
I think I’ve reached, the end of my luck

Nov 2012 Sorrow

Tattered Remains

Nov 2012 Sorrow

Roxie Oliveri

Tattered Remains

Tattered remains of a past that has died, a shell of history
lie on the banks of the skin of my pride
still existing in part of all that I am and have been
wantonly refusing to live on or to die

I see pieces of life floating by on the wreckage and the shame
tumbling under the current passing me by
****** into the whirlpool of remembrance and pain
only felt when I close my eyes

Now who is to say where the bitter wreckage should lie
as I cling to the remembrance of pain
floating like driftwood onto the banks of my pride
stealing the will to remain

There are screams in my head to remember or forget
or just accept them as part of my own
as I open my eyes and let go of the banks of my pride
I see the tattered remains of my past move on

©Roxie Oliveri, 2010

Nov 2012 Sorrow

nevermind (haiku)

Nov 2012 Sorrow

Jene'e Patitucci

nevermind (haiku)

it's more than distance
it's not the time between us
it's just that...nothing

Nov 2012 Sorrow

de•per•son•al•i•za•tion

Nov 2012 Sorrow

Jene'e Patitucci

de•per•son•al•i•za•tion

Clear off the bed
and come lie next to me
or lie with me
or crawl under these sheets
and die with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Clear out your mind
and sink down low with me
or get high with me
or hold my hand
and lose some time with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Clean up your act
and fall apart with me
or fall, apart from me
or fall, a part of me
and take some time to cry with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Clean out your car
and run away with me
or run to me
or put it in reverse
and go back to the start with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could get used to this

Cleanse your spirit
and embrace this pain with me
or brace for pain with me
or take a moment to put me back together
and just be with me, with me
or without
I'm used to it
but I could still get used to this

Nov 2012 Sorrow

Dying To Live

Nov 2012 Sorrow

Stacey Ann

Dying To Live

I'm living to die...dying to live...
Bleeding to feel, something, anything...nothing still.
Won't someone help me...won't someone see...
Someone please stop this agony.

You don't understand this circle I live.
The crying, the dying...the bleeding...screaming.
To you it makes no sense...this suicidal rage...
To me it is my only defense against the wrongs...
The hurts, the pain...against you.
Against the hell you put me through.
You hurt me so bad...you made me feel so low.
I never thought you of all people would deal that kind of blow.
So harsh...
So mean...I still can't believe...
It isn't true-
It isn't real...
This isn't happening...
I don't want to feel.
Make it stop!
God please don't!
It's happening again...
I don't understand...
Don't take that away...
Not my heart...
I just found it again...
And you're tearing it apart...

You ask me why I bleed, why I scream...
I live to die...I die to live.
The blood must erase the pain...
The pain must flow from my veins...
I have to stop feeling...
I have to feel something...
It makes no sense...
This senseless destruction...
It leaves only scars...
And a ****** trail of tears.
The trail a river...
It's gone on for years...
It once ran dry...
But it rages once again.
I must purge myself of this evil...
Of all of our sins.
I have to stop feeling...
Or the emotions will take me down...
And if they win...surely I will drown.
And no one will save me...
And I cannot swim...
I will die there...
Inside myself...deep within.

But I live to die...And I die to live...
And every day--I'm the sacrifice I give.
But don't worry...death won't win...