"betweeen" poems
Phantasmagoric
Entranced through the spirals of delusion
Limitless misery trapped betweeen the perfect illusion
Shattered visions trickle along a joyous dream
*********** of deep waters biting through the atlantic sea bream
Whispering in the midst of silken white fantasies
Swiftly stricken back into the disturbing realities
Prismatic colors embedded into a spirit of misconception
A darkened certainty embraces its profound deception
Peaceful pleasures circling whimsical euphoria
Drastically transforming into agitated hysteria
Reflecting portraits of tasteful affection
Briskly dissolving into appalling fabrication
Stimulating my mind with exceptional optimism
The day I met you heartbreak obstructed essential wisdom
MEGAN JAMES
(ALL RIGHTS RESERVED)
Oct 26, 2013
Oct 26, 2013 at 3:44 AM UTC
It.
It is.
What is it?
That's just it:
it just is.
Fight it if you will.
Will
does have certain power that knows no known bounds,
but Will is nigh useless unless you act.
Action
can be a step in the wrong direction
if you don't stop to consider the implications of the choice.
Choice
is both a gift and a curse,
for we can never know with certainty.
Certainty
is a generalization for a particular probability
that we see to be in our favor.
Favor
is a slippery slope
inexorably leading to isolation.
Isolation
is what mind felt
when saw itself as the pilot of matter.
Matter
is frozen energy-
potential en potentia:
Potential.
Everything is potential.
Create the future you wish to reap.
Have the courage to blaze your own trail
if none you've found is as you desire;
there's nothing wrong with that:
It isn't selfish
to seek what it is for which your heart and soul cry out.
It isn't selfish
to refuse to follow a Path laid by another.
It isn't selfish
to pursue happiness;
rather, I find it to be quite the contrary:
If we all, independently, could bring about our own ecstasy
try to fathom what a rave life could be.
Puns may be intended;
ne'er forget to read between the lines-
read between the words themselves,
and look within them as well as thyself
for comprehension;
for understanding.
Words are such funny tools.
Such is a theme of mine.
Tools
be not at fault
for the evil that is so often wrought by them;
they are a catalyst; a medium:
a sort-of transmittal of intention:
A hammer can build or ****
with similar effort and ease
if only the Will is so inclined.
That is the boundless power of Will.
That is our responsibility as conscious beings.
One must seek construction of the Self,
rather than destruction of the Other.
For,
what is destruction of the Other
if not destruction of the Self
from the outside
in
?
(All off my questions are rhetorical and not.
Answer them. I dare you. They are my challenges.
Therein lies the journey to understanding the Self;
or, as they call it in academia: "Philosophy.")
I find that One finds what One seeks,
whether it is harmony or dissonance
or anything else in between.
(Or, maybe that's a product of my own bias!)
Thy every moment may differ,
but t'is of thy Path that I speak.
Tread lightly, my friend.
Only you can bear thy torch-
but, the true crux
is refusing to drop it
until you no longer require it.
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 5:22 AM UTC
Livin' a lie
this life might as well be a crime
cuzz my career is based on the money i'll be making
instead of the joy i'll be faking
perhaps i'm crazy
according to you, i'm lazy
and who am i supposed to believe
betweeen
my lova and his brotha
laying on the bathroom floor
starring underneath the door
you want your credit? well here you'll get it!
I'll etch your name right into my arm
and you''ll blame it on your alarm
Feb 5, 2011
Feb 5, 2011 at 1:47 PM UTC
are you what.
((i think you are)?
the body).
i think
you are
(which is
just slightly rotund
just
easily weak.
fit betweeen
your years)
long and
barely skinny
of arms. O
and you are
what
(i think)
you are?what?
(you are the rushing
keenly that joins
vein and soul; singing
)
You are.
and what
you are
is
vertically serene wonderfully pleasant
falling.
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 3:03 PM UTC
my heart aches for you while i wait
for you ive been wishing for a day or two just to
be with you and my heart smiles and my eyes
shine because ive been wishing for a day or two just to be
with you and i dont have to wish because you're
mine and i stopped wishing and stopped dreaming because my
dreams were all coming true i wanted to spend my life with you
always- and i still do and we're still spending and its not ending and i think you
love me too and you're still mine and your eyes shine as your heart smiles as it
entertwines with mine like these lines end betweeen the lines to express what i guess i'm
trying to say is i love you and you love me and i cant believe it but i finally believe that
im awake and one day youll wake up next to me and see- and you'll remember that day i said -i need a ring
Mar 9, 2012
Mar 9, 2012 at 3:40 PM UTC
Most days I survive
But it would be unkind
And sort of rude
If I did not take a day
Or a night here and there
Just to grieve
For the heart
Ripped from my chest
And the soul
****** from betweeen my toes
They were mine
And they were stolen
A blessing in a way
But still my nerves
Are frayed and split
And send messages to a brain
Overloaded with drugs
And fill with pain
So tonight a grieve
One candle lit
And one sleeve barred
Goodnight I say
Goodnight you sleep
But you will rest
While my skin weeps
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 11:57 PM UTC