Been lost too long to find the right road
To save squandered time thrown away Backtrack the past but I'm wasting the present Cannot erase regret Tried every which way
I am so stuck right now
In open arms; these galloping seasons—
chasing after summer. A cold heart made of stone. I'm torn: a ripped page; my appellation out of the Book of Life. Deathly wallows swallow my mind, as the depressed eye looking at the pen as a knife. An execution of a piece of paper, bleeding out pain, and yells out in hurt. Starved are these words—food for thought. A penny for a thought, worthwhile taking time to overthink, more often than the count to blink. Tedious, hideous, a galloping chase—seemingly alive. But I'm really just beating a dead horse. Truthfully overthinking--does ****.
Whispers of tree leaves,
shaking fibres of the very skin. A breeze creeping through all of the wall cracks. Breath heavy not of stink, but cold breath; a weighing heart of ice deep in my chest. Sin in my bones, (from birth) weakness of the flesh. Time is plenty on my hands. Intent on the mind, procrastination under breath. "I'll do it all tomorrow" I recalled a bird's song as a morning lullaby, rooster crow echoes of less time left in a dream. Diminutive time; clocks going full circle several times. "Fine I'll do it in the afternoon" The Eve sets on the day, as to kiss her Adam, as the first sun. But it's the last light of dusk coming into play, wasted by the nothing of planning to do something. "Snap! Where did the day go" Back to the start of the end, into the new beginning of procrastination. "I'll definitely do it tomorrow" Yeah right.
I'm angry with you
I am sure you don't care If these words were spoken I'd be wasting my air My feelings not even an afterthought in your brain You are too selfish to consider my pain
wasting well water wishes
while in wastewater wading waiting waist-high wailing weeping, wailing— what a waste! wasting well water wishes while we're waxing waning waning waxing waging waging, wasting— wherewithal! wanting well water wishes while whole world wishing wasting wishing wanting wanting wishing— whole wide world! welcome well water wishes while we're wakeful watching wakeful watchmen warning warning watching— wonderful! whew!! Mark Toney © 2022
Poetry form: Alliteration - Mark Toney © 2022
On a high-rise estate, what's eating away at your mind?
We could always debate, but why waste the time? Lay here with me Lose yourself in the sky All we have is this moment Before another flies by
A thousand chances I gave to you
Each one you carelessly broke I called you my soulmate Now that word just makes me choke Why do I always fool myself And believe your honeyed lies? Falling for the next facade Before the last tear even dries Our love is a labor of loyalty But I carry it's heavy weight Despite how much it wears me out Or slows down my wobbly gait Which requires an impressive grip So I don't drop you from my hands When most would have given up by now My tired frame continues to stand Throughout misadventures As seasons pass us by I hold our relationship up Even when you hardly try Your absence is tearing me to shreds Strangling me with misery And the cuts all over my insides Bleed out though no one can see Since you abandoned ship Feel older than ever before Loneliness is aging me From my surface to my core Seeking refuge from the storm Safe haven I can't seem to find Cannot escape the sight of your face You're everywhere I turn in my mind But you have no comfort to offer Except in dreams and memories So I fill my reality with questions Stuck in consecutive reveries The coldest summer I've experienced yet Though the sunshine is bright overhead I am frozen straight through the bone Even with somebody new in my bed The beat in my chest sounds quieter now My pulse slow and miniscule Death would be easier than this I am sure But I am not a coward Only a fool Running circles with my eyes tightly shut Wasting away as time passes me by Living life on autopilot In a stupor More like a zombie since you said goodbye
Sometimes it feels like my life is a movie I am watching but cannot control
I think I am wasting my life away Because all these hands have ever built is destruction And they are h e a v y weighted down by many forgotten dreams Many unlived lives And I am so tired...
I can and I will
No more jokes No more games It's now my turn I deserve to be loved I deserve to spoil me So if you want to join me there's some things you have to agree to Its time for laughter It's time for love Real life no playing MAKING IT THE BEST For the rest of my time on this earth © Jennifer DeLong 🦏 3/2021
The crest of the wave
Moves silent in the night Beneath a moon that knows Each year that comes and goes Takes us farther from the light The saline mist of a churning sea Leaves tears that fall in long runs Scarring the rocks temporarily As water dries beneath the sun To start again in the new day Once more be washed away