"drowner" poems
So.
What kind of sleep
Do you want?
The lacy white kind
Where you remember
All of your dreams,
Like glimpsing gardens
Behind cobwebs?
The kind of sleep that
slips on air,
running out of oxygen
like a drowner,
a sleep where
you recall
the hour you
closed your eyes?
Or do you want a
Sledgehammer?
A total blackout,
A sudden death,
Oblivious to fires
And burglaries
And nightmares?
Asleep so fast you
Can barely make out
Legs,
A marathon of hours
Done.
****** or Ambien?
C’mon,
Choose and hush up,
Morning’s waiting.
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 6:46 PM UTC
We all live in a vast sea of humanity
Surrounded by forces of brutality
The strong always inherit the earth
The weak have suffered since birth
The swimmers embrace as a whole
While the drowning are left in the cold
Once I was a drowner desperate to swim
Destined to join the swimmers was my hymn
Straying away from myself couldn't stay me afloat
Dependence on the strong questioned my code
All on myself left the drowners to their descent
The abyss swallowed me until I made my repent
Praise for the swimmers and ignorance to the drowners
These actions were of no strength but my worst failures
Blood spilled from my heart yet there was a saviour
Turning to my kind was I no longer a traitor
I brought them out of the darkness to the light
We became a force very strong the further we tight
As we rallied our strength, we fought our way to the surface
Torn hearts became sewn into one without weakness
Our return journey was not of acceptance but for truth
We found no light with the swimmers for our soothe
But from within we found our own suns of nourish
Embracing who we are founded our true courage
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 5:48 PM UTC
rain is pouring
a stranger awaits
i don't know what i'm up to
but today's the day
that i'll shut off from
everything
you can say i'm a mess
a mess worser than the hair
on my head
because i am
i am a walking catastrophe
life's full of what if's and almosts
i guess i'm just one of them
an eternal drowner of my thoughts
a dead weight
a scribble of god's creation
i don't matter
i cease to exist
it's a revolting pull
a cycle
of madness & me
Aug 31, 2013
Aug 31, 2013 at 1:35 PM UTC
Frolicking colors:
Blue...
White...
Perfect.
© 2014 J.S.P.
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 12:04 PM UTC
Cape North. Ocean surface
Dark as a drowner's despair
Hurling itself against itself
Upon; within and beyond itself.
You can smell the North Pole
On the wind's perpetual threat
Of storms so strong they carry
Ice in their harsh beings.
So unlike Warrnambool; emerald
Waves high-fiveing Australian
Rock over its own undeniable
Beauty. Silver edged green gems
Flowing as from a giant child
Emperor's slain piñata.
Scent of warm ocean rendering
Its perfection even to closed eyes,
And I stand with one foot on each
Vertical edge of the world.
Thanking. Breathing. Watching.
Praying to -and for- everything.
You are here with me. Like
Yellow on wasp; feather on bird;
The one thing added making
All else as graceful as itself.
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 6:28 AM UTC
I met him standing
In the middle of the lane, awaiting
For some silhouettes, apparently,
For he
Was gazing through the haze
Enveloping the ground of this intricate maze,
Amidst eternities of both
The one behind us and the one of forth
Acquaintance; peevishly there hotching
On his place, like pole earthshaking
Though with not a-lack of grace
This little figure strangèly reminded
Of my own wraiths I thought was far behind me; but never did they leave my soul’s abode,
No matter whether home I or abroad
I always carry them like plummet on a chain
With which all a-way down and down upcoming drowner fane,
Just like pale moon is setting to its further sleep
The same way future drowner does complete
The full life circle of eternal plan,
The one which you could not outran
In vacuous attempt to fool the time
In game that has been riggéd before thine
Name and surname were inscribed in list
Of papyrus and lost in spaceless mist
Nov 30, 2019
Nov 30, 2019 at 12:11 AM UTC
Four white walls and beam of light
Sweaty ceiling about to fall
Choky air flies all around
Hypnotizing silence soothes the mind
Perfect time to fly away
To be another, in other place
To scream and howl without a sound
To dive into a lake of fire
And swim as a blind fish through the furnace
Under the disk of burning sun
Trying to catch that sound of heat
Which barks and screams as hound unleashed
Eternal maze with narrow halls
Full of dead ends and locked up doors
How deep and far will my mind go
For mind have wings and body doesn't
How high they'll take me i don't know
Well maybe high enough to see
How small is all I thought is treasure
But I'm afraid to go that high
Because I'll be too scared to fall
To fall so fast into a void
And crawl there in the dark of night
Bump in to a big, dark pond
Full of filthy, tricky mermaids
Who'll whisper lies into my ears
And who will laugh when I believe them
And I'll do everything they say
Just to escape these hopeless lands
I will betray and I will lie
To those I care about and love
And when there's no one to betray
I'll know that I betrayed myself
That I took something that's not mine
That I possessed unholy grail
Which wasn't meant to be possessed
That I have chosen coward's path
And I shall burn in a lake of fire
And blind fish will swim around my bones
And then the cycle will be closed.
Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 3:11 PM UTC
you can't save a drowner, If he imagines himself an anchor
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 7:23 AM UTC