#doldrums
Stale airs stalled in a fetid grasp;
Wilting both body and soul.
Seems for years wishing on sargasso seas for even yet the barest breeze.
Without direction. The birds, the gulls, the albatross have left me to my fate.
Sweating life which I canpppp ill afford,
I pace this motionless deck.
Recalling, wishing the storms of youth. Then, at least, there was movement
In fevered dreams, I faced down gales.
On a dying ship I approached that shore.
The sun peels, cooking flesh, but here
not even scavengers deem to come.
Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 1:26 AM UTC
I like to change the color of my hair
Every few weeks
My five year plan gets crossed through
Before one tally can leave the queue
Routine is a bore
Monotony is a slow death
The Naomi Doldrums
Strike again.
I've lived in three different states
In three different years
Across the country and back around
I've never been one for
"Settling down"
Yet somehow...
I trusted you
To put on this ring
To make a plan
Involving more than just me
Being tied down was a fear
But I've never felt more free
Routine isn't so bad
Monotony is a dream
If I get to love you like this
In a way before unseen
What a new style of living
Of which I was so unaware
But I cannot promise you consistency...
with the color of my hair.
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 11:47 AM UTC
I seldom let people in too deep but
I've let you venture deeper than
even those who let people in let
them cross...& now I'm afraid you
might get caught trying to melt the
snow in my soul, attempting to
bring spring and when the ice
walls of my emotion come
crumbling, your heart might
be crushed by the frigid rubble...
I'm afraid you'll get caught in
the crossfire of my intra-conflicts...
I'll be more shattered knowing I
fractured the wings of a beautiful
bird & never forgive myself for it...
So stop digging. You're already
beyond the depth
whence you should
be wallowing. Don't
tackle my darkness,
stay close to the light
where you can locate
your bearing easily
when the monsters rise
and run to safety, where
you can scream to reason
for help when the creepers
of passion locomote for you.
Stop digging, venomous fangs
might crawl out... after all you've
seen all the ambiance there's in
my soul. There's nothing beyond
this point much as you still have
strength of optimism to dig deeper.
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 8:16 AM UTC
**I will recite one of my
final Prayers tonight**
*especially if things remain
the same because then on
will mean preparing
myself for the Hell
after all
what has
this
world
been but
hell
to
me*
Jun 18, 2016
Jun 18, 2016 at 2:47 PM UTC
*"I'm fine"
only
means
you
won't
understand
even
if
I
explain*
Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 4:09 PM UTC
*days
can
be
bad
beyond
verbal
description
just
like
some
good
days*
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 5:08 PM UTC
Knock on the door of my heart
and i shall open it for you
do not be frighten by what you'll see.
I have been trying for too long,
to let you know how much i love you.
But you never bothered looking further beyond that fake smile on my face.
That is filled with heart breaks
and doubts,
for you never bothered to see beyond.
Sep 27, 2015
Sep 27, 2015 at 4:36 PM UTC
How could i ever let you in,
when you walked away with the key to my heart?
How could i ever love
when you left with my heart?
Tell me, how?
How could i ever smile
when you left me weeping?
How could i ever be happy
when you left me in doldrums.
Tell me, how?
Just like the meciless wind,
pain chases after me.
Just like the loud silence,
i cannot feel my heart beating.
just like the hallow night,
my world is lonely indeed.
Tell me, how could i ever love,
when love is just a "myth" you say?
Tell me, how could the world shine on me,
when my whole world is dark?
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 2:35 PM UTC
I read beautiful poems and wonder
Why in mine all I find is fault and blunder
I caress the neat words as much as I can
Hoping the more I read the more I learn
I peruse through funny poems and laugh
Yet if I try it out myself It's really tough
So I read inspirationals day and night
Thinking for sure ,improve I might
I scroll past those I feel ain't my type
Looking for those with acclaim and hype
Poetic literature really does take all my time
'Cause I'm in a hunt for that perfect rhyme
But all I do is find highly fascinating pieces
And all they do is leave me angry and peaceless
I read poems because I'm seeking for consolation
And I even find more than this ,to my consternation
I probably read poems because they are easy to read
Or I'm just so lonely and they are the company I need
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 8:47 AM UTC