We, some of us, place words in the cauldron
We stir and stir and stir - - hoping against hope
For that elusive elixir
I will never know you
Will you taste what I've concocted and feel any better?
Give me a remedy in your bewitching brew
A remedy for the sickening not knowing of you
I'll feel the enchantment, or I won't
Oh to be so effective - and affected
Should I value one opinion ( that's all it ever is) over another?
What I really, really want - no, need, is to feel included
We walk awkwardly around listening for the pieces closest to us
That we lost in the shattering
We are all unsophisticated shards - jagged and wishing
To fit in our places
Please, please put letters and words together in a way I'll recognize
I am constantly in need of remembering where I belong
Can you help me?
How i walked on a paved road so long,
I watched myself fall and stand.
I lost my mind, my focus.
Just to find it once more,
Just to display,
A happier ending,
To keep trying, to never give up...
It was the best.
It was the greatest.
Find something to keep you up.
To keep you going.
To just find a note in your heart,
#lostandfound #hope #happienes
I knew what you
the very beginning.
I saw you from a
All the others saw a sleek and slender form.
Thin bones that were jam-packed with dreams.
When I looked your way,
But the way your eyes lit up when you saw me-it
was enough to let me know that
Lost and found
An empty body
A foreign box
Smiles and laughter in a jar
“You need to please them”
They don’t waver
They don’t fall
I can’t make a sound
A gold heart wrapped in bubble wrap
“You need to show them”
So hard to find
“Are you okay”
I’m sick of it
A pool of tears on loose
“Those are happy tears”
The sky has the freedom
To let it all out
But why can’t I
The empty body
Smiles and laughter
The body was empty without a soul, thus the laughter. The smiles are kept in a jar because you lose them so easily.
People nowadays are so inconsiderate and ruthless towards plants, animals and even their own species, therefore the gold heart. Wrapped in bubble wrap as it breaks so easily.
Pool of tears
Sometimes letting it out makes everything better. On loose because it always comes by and it doesn’t need to be carefully stored due to the continuous supply of tears.
The last line of each stands forms a quote: I can’t make a sound. I’m sick of it. But why can’t I change it?
there are thousands of things
i want to say and i can't
find even one way
to say one thing
so sometimes i tamp
them down and mix
them with syrupy sweet
sludge in my mug
and other times i remember
bits and pieces of them and
write them on scraps of paper
and abandon them
lost and found
whatever is shoved
into the bottom of that
was only lost
nobody knows where
they come from or
where they will go
after the lost and found
lost and found
copyright 4/2/18 b. e. mccomb
I feel lost at every trickle
The water is cold tonight
The moment I went backwards
I realized once again my plans have been ruined
In the ruin I seek pity
Not because of the bright glare
Because of the glamour
Nothing else could feel this wrong
As my mind is wrapped in torment
I still think about my loss
How can I regain that trust back
How can I turn it back into a tune
Darkness in my thoughts
I go on with my day
First poem I have ever let others see. Thank you for allowing me to be a part of this community. This particular poem is about how I deleted another poem accidently and I am super upset about it. Hope you enjoy.
The first steps are the hardest of all. But sometimes we throw ourselves off the cliff, just to feel alive again
Within the fog, a light flickering
And when it caught his eyes
The voices in his head ceased the bickering
Silence filled the scene
Reality stopped being obscene
He ran towards it, blind as a bat
No longer did he wallow where he sat
A light, the thrill, so bright, a chill
Brighter and brighter it got
What a beautiful shot ...
Mesmerizing and terryfing as looking down the edge of a big hill
He was helped by a long gone friend ... Will
Will to run, will to go into the unknown, will to go to the shimmer
With fantasies it would make life have no dimmer
Always bright, forever full ... Oh, how beautiful
He ran and ran and ran
And finally arrived at the lights source
That would forever change his life's course
It was a shinning nymph of the name of Passion
She greeted him in such a caring fashion
She was something so new, but already he knew
Home had been found, they'd forever be bound
Numbness was no longer his concubine
Passion will now his soul define
~ The Letter Writer
The following is a series of letters written for complete strangers. These letters were written, put in envelopes, and then sent off for people to find. I’m not trying to change lives, but I thought it could at least help out the people who need it most. And who am I to stop people from remembering what’s important? Whether or not they find out who I am, that’s another story...
And so it begins...