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Darryl M May 9
The ******* of a voice in one’s heart,
The soundness of longing,
Echoes of an empty love,
Oh, the noise of the thoughts in memory,
The pictured message in the painting,
Paintings of desire.

Silence be a double dagger,
But numb is the cut on love’s edges.
Why do I have a feeling,
that you have a feeling,
the one that I’m feeling?

Insecurities be shaped like a question mark,
Indecisiveness be an exclamation,
Pity be on the tears that clog the eyes.
Completed: 11th August 2018 [19:25 PM]
The sound of a knock
The ring of a clock,
Is what’s steady in my conscience.
I feel lost in time
My Key of logic, declined,
All I have is a key that reads nonsense.
I’m Not Verbal nor combative
Thoughts of myself, a tummy of laxatives,
I’m always alone I can’t lean on the fence.

One side was the sun but It comes with the rain, my side rains and pours but no light comes my way.

Wish I could be the tide, living is boring, I’ll just lay and I’ll sleep, I hope my heart will stop the snoring.
Without within who knows what
That the knot inside wants you to want?
Is it hard knock blunt force
Or a gentle heart?
Using a prompt app. This is so fun
Leslie Thielen Nov 2018
omnipresent and ever-present
i am on all sides in a war of attrition
where the western front wants silence
and the east demands a voice

the empty space between is
blanketed with ashen haze
peppered with craters, remnants of self
unable to make a choice

should the scars be left to heal on their own
or should i tear the wounds open and let them be known
Olive Sep 2018
This word of wander,
Not as easy to do
As it may be to ponder

One life full of dreams
Another filled with distraction,
Makes it hard to choose teams,
Without choosing destruction

Go where the money is?
And risk losing myself?
Or go with my heart,
My passion,
My desire,
And ask, ‘What if?’

But ‘What if?’ I will ask regardless...

Either path will leave me with wonders-
But which to follow?
If I go with one,
I may become hollow...
If I go with the other,
My bank account may be swallowed...

Can one do both?
Or does authenticity risk fading?

Distraction... Destruction...

Focus. Decide.

To try is to decide.
To know is to have done.
To love is to know.

Do I know what I love?
Do I know what I want?

Try. Decide. Focus.
In an attempt to sort through mental chaos and conflict.
Jessica Jarvis Aug 2018
I’m stuck between impatience and time moving too fast.
If only certain moments could hold off and last,
Yet let me be the first to set the record straight.
I know that, in the end, it will all be worth the wait.
I’m not here because I want to relive the past.
While times have been perfect, the idea is too vast:
To stay where you are, red, and not look for what’s ahead.
However, why is the future an idea i’m urged to dread?
While this time is exciting, and often inviting,
I see the circumstance filled with crying and spiting.
No, I’m not scared, or maybe I was.
I’ve learned that I can’t live that way, only because
I’ll suffer that way in this current time I’m in,
And living right now is already hard enough to begin.
I’m not here to sulk, i’m not here to brag.
I’m just impatiently enduring the drag
Of time, of now, wanting it to slow to yellow,
While I’m eager, insisting on life’s green light, “go.”
Time, a constant thing, still looks me in the face
To say, “you think you know it all, but I will set the pace”.
No matter the task, the toll, the race, I’m in it for the ride.
Meanwhile, I’ll tell my impatient indecisiveness that it’ll have to subside.
Maybe time is like traffic. “Do I gas it, or hit the breaks?”
Either way, I’m afraid of collisions, so that’s a risk I just won’t take.
njabulo mangena Oct 2017
I’m indecisive, I act indecisively but today,
I have decided not to fight people,
Have decided not to argue with people,
Have decided not to hate other people,
Have decided not to compete with them,

But I did be in despair, for I fear my weakness, i may be tempted to decide, but if I’m tempted to decide, i will decide not to decide.

I suffer from indecision but for now,
I have decided not to be jealousy,
Have decided not to be greedy,
Have decided to be selfish,
Have decided not to do all of that,

But I did be in despair, for I fear my weakness, i may be tempted to decide, but if I’m tempted to decide, i will decide not to decide.
Always make decisions, but if you cannot,then decide not to decide
leinstinct May 2016
I don't do this much
It happens too often
Maybe i should hide
Or scape from my torments
I know you could be
The best of my memories
All i have from you
A perpetual hallucination
It is all i need
I don't seem to want it
I don't try to hard
Or do anything about it
Like a little kid
Want it back when you can't have it
I will not regret
Though change is an option
Maybe I should leave
But i found a solution
It's true thinking can be
Such a big torment
What we should all do
Is just live in the moment
Peter Watkins May 2016
I wake up with lashes fluttering like butterfly wings.
there's a valley in my mind and memories are missing.

The metal of the roof curves to the walls,
harsh bed beneath me, I can't even crawl.
I'm looking around in disorientation,
all the metal panelling failing to give reason.
I force myself to sit up, every movement a mountain,
just as a door slides open and I wish I'd have stayed sleeping.

I think it's a she: eight eyes, four legs...
Probably two hearts to go with her one head.
I fall to the floor in shock, covering my eyes.
How did I get here and how long till I die?
But then, she speaks my tongue...
"Can you understand me Human?"

It's weird how she uses her legs,
like a spider crossed with a mammal.
Almost naked but for metal plates,
with long, bare arms like garden hoses.
I nod to her question, breathing heavy,
lifting me, she carries me very carefully.

She takes me through this building,
out through the rooms to an opening...
Down the landing gear, I start to realise,
this is no home but a starship of colossal size.
The planet's barren, brown; atmosphere hot
with scatterings of geysers lined with soot.

Her thin, bony finger points ahead;
in the distant horizon, deep green bleeds.
"The forests of our ancestors are so very close.
It won't be long now." her voice is strangely loose.
All of her deep purple eyes look down upon me,
and I ask so helplessly, "why am I even here? Listen to me."

I was found adrift in another vessel's wreckage.
Her name was Ivughah, she found me looking for salvage.
She'd taken me to safety, whilst on her race's pilgrimage,
against the word of her brethren, my life she'd saved.
She'd nursed me back to health, with 73 others aboard,
and stopped her sisters and brothers from cutting my life short.

Now I was here and along for the ride,
to the jungle, I followed her stride.
She told me of the universal translator.
Explaining it was how I understood her.
In a line formation, our group ploughed onward,
73 aliens, Ivughah and a Human now wayward.

It got hotter, sweat broke my brow...
I swore when I cut myself in the unfamiliar jungle.
Ivughah said I'd be fine, just as the vines grew thicker.
We struggled through, chopping, pushing farther.
Farther? Father... I couldn't even remember him,
how had I gotten to this point with chances so slim?

Eventually, my boots fell upon a clearing;
stone-like structures stretching and curving ahead.
The world was so unfamiliar, I was so lost,
but these aliens were in paradise; a different kind of "lost."
And it was only now that I'd understand,
as one of these creatures pointed its hand.

"It's time Ivughah, no need to be sad.
Do you want to tell the human?" I'd been had...
I turned to face her, but she couldn't face me
and a twinge of fear flirted with my soft sanity.
"Then I shall," the alien brandished a curved dagger,
"you are our vessel of rebirth, dear Brother."

They grabbed me before I could reach five paces;
hauling me towards their true leader, with snarling faces.
I screamed when the armed priest grabbed my hair,
"Ivughah," I roared, "help me! Please, I thought you cared!"
She was all I had but it seemed she had no choice,
as the priest spoke, she seemed even more effeminate in voice.

My saviour, Ivughah, was nowhere to be seen.
"Are all of you ready to be delivered?" the priest screamed.
There was a roar, as I was carried onwards.
The ruins grew denser as we grew deeper, my danger skyward.
Before I knew it, an altar was glimmering underground,
and I was spread across it like a sheet: secured and bound.

With eyes like bowling ***** I stared above,
at the eight-eyed monstrosity about to carve me up.
"And with this dagger, I slice away our curse,
standing above the rest, I forego the rebirth!"
Plunging downward, a golden tower into my chest,
I gasped with effort, at the cold of brushing with death.

Shaking, pulsing, growing, feeling... Alive.
Where am I now, what am I now? Strive...
I wake up with lashes fluttering like butterfly wings.
there's a valley in my mind and memories are missing.
A long, long tale about a Human in an alien world he doesn't understand. I think it can be seen on many levels. Anyone who's lost their memory and their identity becomes lost in the world they are in. Sometimes we grow comfortable in that world, or trust its inhabitants strongly, before finding ourselves moving somewhere else far sooner than we expected.
i can't decide if it's better
to embark on a new normal
or to live in a bubble
of dwindling, stolen moments
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