"endgame" poems
Is this electricity real
Or just in our heads?
Your touch is magnetic
But still you're lonely in bed
You take me to places,
I'd never dare tread
When push comes to shove
I'm stuck on the edge
You tell me to jump
So I relent, then mid-descent
your silhouette dissolves
and blows away in the wind ~
Memories haunt me
& I cannot pretend;
Tell me when exactly
did forever after end?
Though I wax poetic
I feign to comprehend
How to be your everything
and not just something I dreamt
You swept me off my feet
And into my grave
In the shadows I’ll lay and wait
And long for your deceased embrace
While someone else crept into place
And a ghost I remain, maybe someday
you’ll come around again
And I’ll see your face
Reanimate my corpse
I'm par for the course
Just paint our perfect life
In my mental frame of sorts
I subject myself to this cycle
Time after time
Soaking in emotion
Hung out to dry
In that moment,
I know you feel the same
But you're so open-minded
Your brain short-circuited in the rain
Am I your personal perverse circus
What's the endgame
You drive me wild and untamed
Toxic and vile, yet I cannot refrain
The signs I ignored
You always wanted more
I split open my soul
and spilled out on the floor
Mythic, this endless bliss
Your poison is venomous
“I taste it and spit in your kiss”
My mistress
Stay forever young my favorite drug
Got me punch drunk
From Jonestown with love,
-Reidums
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 3:17 PM UTC
Tell me
What’s your endgame plan?
You snap your fingers
And I melt in your hand
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
I wish I
Could rescue us
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 10:09 AM UTC
brick by brick.
piece by piece.
there was that night in the alleyway
when you confessed that you loved me
[*the words pouring out of your mouth
like oil onto water*]
and these words collided with my wall
dropping abruptly
to the ground
like the raindrops that were
falling from the heavens
onto our eyelashes.
day by day.
each by each.
it was that night in the alleyway
when you admitted you love me
and you see me
and you hear me
and you
know me.
and i know you.
it was that night when one of my
bricks toppled to the
ground, liberated by your
perfect imperfection.
we are insane, yes.
having known each other a
minuscule fraction of
a lifetime and wanting to
spend the rest of it with
one another.
but these bricks
[which were
lying heavy on my
sprightly soul]
were ****** to the ground,
emancipating me from my
encumbering wall
as you began to
pour into the spaces
where they once persisted.
you replace my opposition to
vulnerability with the kind of love
i have fervently yearned for,
craved and desired
night by night.
each by each.
the clock strikes 11:11,
it's always you i had wished for.
for now i know;
if you hope hard enough,
it works.
for a person like me
[a person like us]
letting this guard down
is almost as arduous as
quantum physics.
or advanced chemistry.
or seeing someone you love
in tears.
i feel that i am destined for you
so much so that i can
easily
imagine being this older couple
i once saw at the park,
holding hands and living like they
were still 21.
and i wished to God that i would
find that love.
dear God, i don’t even know
if i believe in you but...
thank you for
sending him to me.
he is it.
he is endgame.
there are some things that a
heart just knows. my god, i
feel him with me when i am alone,
[i can barely breathe without him]
and know that he should have been
holding my hand all along,
holding my all, all along.
he is my ultimate karmic
retribution.
[*chapped lips,
countless kisses.*]
never be scared, my dear.
never doubt my love.
for as you say you will never
leave me, it will be in my arms
that you will always stay.
there are just some things
a heart knows.
brick by brick
piece by piece
day by day
each by each
we will crush our
doubts and fears.
hesitations and tears.
i am madly, madly
irretrievably and
blissfully
in love with you.
my dear,
we are meant to be.
you are living,
breathing poetry.
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 3:11 AM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, some dreams can keep you thinking for a billion years:--)
the pure turquoise shivers diamonds down my spine
torture to the power I stand naked in line
endgame towards that brown
cluster mind surrounds that shrieking sound
to her to him undeniably I **** that escape for no more
a huge leftover on my soured piano box in a vein core
a question I ponder concerning my slate
am I even ready to lead the way of knows on this plate???
or even a remember of that cursed undestined for them for us to be
a far away excluded fate
--------ravenfeels
Apr 26, 2021
Apr 26, 2021 at 3:08 PM UTC
Going on a road trip
Something for my soul
It's gonna take a while
But, it's gonna make me whole
I'm going to cross the country
But, I'll start on both the coasts
I've been in too many bottles
Have to exorcise some ghosts
Mile Marker Three Three Three Nine
That's where the dream did end
Mile Marker Three Three Three Nine
That's where I'll start to mend
Greyhound bus out of the east
From the Maritimes my son
I'll venture through Quebec as well
This is journey number one
I'll stop and meet the people
Get their stories, of the man
I'll find the ones who met him
Try to learn just what I can
Adversity, I've had my share
Always tried self medication
Now, I need to find myself
This will take some dedication
I'll head on through Ontario
On the Trans Canada Highway route
And I'll try lose my demons
Give my devils all the boot
Brick by brick I'll bring down the walls
That over years I've built
Bricks made up of hate and rage
by love, and fear and guilt
From the west, I'll make my way
Do the highway he could not
Through the rocky mountains
Every mile is hard fought
I'll learn about the person
Who he was and who I am
I'll come through the fire stronger
I'll be a much better man
I will bus across the prairies
Through the Manitoba cold
I will focus on my endgame
I'll learn from what I'm told
Two journeys I will travel
Neither one from coast to coast
But, both are to be ended
by that famous mile post
Maybe I can find the answer
Join myself, go through the door
As he joined a nation
So many years before
Mile Marker Three Three Three Nine
That's where my journey ends
Mile Marker Three Three Three Nine
That's where I'll start to mend
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 12:16 AM UTC
The demon fly hath landed now intent upon it's task
**** Demon in its valedictory explorations grasp.
Embedded deep in kidneys, to cause me some concern.
A painful path to endgame and a Hellish lesson learned.
I pause a moment, think it out, it's one way or the other
I lost a mate the other day and last month, lost another.
Seems it is the season for the cataclysmic time
I'd rather it be elsewhere but I fear this one... is mine.
I've run a rough and winding track these rugged years of yore
Pulled the Dragons tail in jest and sought, yet, for more.
Rafted mighty rivers and flew the heavens high
And lifted my perception winging vaulting, clear blue sky.
I've known the velvet touch of love, the softness of her lips
The crash of waves on sandy shore caressing fingertips.
The swelling joy of childbirth, the pledge of mothers milk
And rock like bonds of marriage binding all within its ilk.
With thoughts a million miles away I've trudged this country lane
Pondered why, with voids approach, it engenders me no pain?
Wondering why it matters that the children shed a tear
When saddened, glancing passing eyes, are never really near.
Regret I'll never get to see my grove of rhodos bloom
Or sip the soothing whisky as I tap my toe in tune.
Or launch into the crazy surf and splash out to the rock
Nor lie in sun on baking sand admiring talent flock.
Meat pies with sauce at football with a cold beer in the hand
And the repartee with kindred minds in poetry unplanned,
That flash of inspirations' alliteration sprung
Brings the joy to mind of comradeship in Shakespeare's realm, unsung.
.....And then there's all that's left undone, the words, now, left unsaid
The notes of tragic violin hang in the air...unbled
And you there with the swimming eyes, what do I say to you?
It's all been grand, I kiss your hand....Adieu , my friend.... Adieu!
M.
Foxglove, Taranaki
New Zealand
20 October 2020
Oct 20, 2020
Oct 20, 2020 at 12:21 AM UTC
I want to be your endgame, I want to be the person that people knew you'd end up with.
I want to never have to know what it would feel like without you in my life.
I want to run my fingers through your hair as I study your sleeping face, it was my favourite thing to do.
I want to wake up next to you and lean over just so I could hug you and breathe in your musky scent.
I want to grow with you by my side, pushing me toward success while I do the same to you; your hand clasped with mine tightly.
I want to hear you softly sing to me and smile into our kisses.
I want you to know how to calm me down when I'm overwhelmed and make me laugh when I don't feel like smiling, I want to be able to do it to you too.
I want all of you, your flaws, your past, your insecurities, your present self and I want to know your future self.
I want to wake up five years from now, and go into our daily routine we will eventually have or just spend the entire day inside just for the hell of it.
I want consistency and I know you can give me that if you want.
I don't want this back and forth any more, I know what I want know. Hell I always knew I wanted it but I was afraid of what the world would say, and now that they have moved on from the topic of you and I.
I know; it was stupid and idiotic to feel that way then but I don't feel that way now.
I want movie dates with you.
I want the bad parts to, the arguing and bickering.
The angry tears and sad ones. I want you to see me vulnerable and know how to fix it.
I want you to come to bed every night even though you're mad as hell with me or the other way, and opt to stay even when I say 'go' because I won't mean it.
I want you, just... you.
Jul 6, 2018
Jul 6, 2018 at 2:40 AM UTC
Gracefully over the squares, as a blonde or a brunette,
she makes moves that not even a queen can imitate.
Always active and taking the initiative,
she likes to fork.
She does it across the board,
taking with ease not only pawns, but also kings,
and a bad bishop or two.
Sometimes she feels like making
quiet moves,
at other times, she adopts romantic moods,
and makes great sacrifices.
But, being hers a zero-sum game,
she often forks just out of spite.
An expert at prophylaxis, she can be a swindler,
and utter threats,
skewering men to make some gains.
Playing with her risks a conundrum,
and also catching Kotov’s syndrome.
Nonetheless, despite having been trampled
by her strutting ways
my trust in her remains,
unwavering,
until the endgame.
Oct 1, 2010
Oct 1, 2010 at 1:37 PM UTC
I would like to ask you Russos, why Tony Stark is dead?
And who the **** dropped you both on the head?
Cap needs to apologise and his found family,
Nat needs less lies and strong female company.
Thor’s depression should not be overlooked
And where the **** did Pep learn to cook?
Stop letting Fury traumatise a child,
And for once let hope do something wild.
Stop dropping our favourite characters off cliffs
Stop saying you’ll fix it in ‘what if’.
Strange’s PTSD could not be cured by magic
And yes Clint’s story is tragic,
But that does not excuse his ****** spree.
Why aren’t more characters more like Rhodey?
Maybe try reading the comics your work should be based on
And we’ll try ignoring your obvious hard on,
For self-insert fanfiction with you as the token gay character.
Because representation doesn’t fit your parameter.
For all your stories I have one simple wish;
Stop making us cry over ******* like this.
Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 11:04 PM UTC
Naked pink and ebony feet
brush the slimy grass filled path
Through the tea fields elephants retreat
After a night of jaded mud bath
Armored with sack and gunny weight
Enter the frost covered fields in drowsy rest
Wake up the greens to a gentle fright
And pluck under care of enchanting *******
The supervisor mackintosh
Walking with a bend and a toss
Shout at those Cinderellas
Who look for shoes and umbrellas
Even before its time to knock off
The tin covered temple of olfactory auditory deity,
the holy Garden tea
The chanting enchanting to a coma hot mesmerizing wafts of aroma
fills the air, capture the sense of all devotees who belong to the Orthodox commune TEA or CTC.
The sirens bugle the devotees into fits
They come in shifts for worship.
The tender hearts freshly plucked before they attain mature Tea
Spread to wither under a hell
of a hot air with care.
crushed and torn and curled,
the souls are put into a purgatory rotary drum to pause to meditate
on the ephemeral color change
To cover the green with copper red
Garment to ferment before being sent
to the fluid fire dance
To attire in black and retire
in packages
for a last plunge in to a boiling cauldron
The finale
Endgame
A sacramental service,
a self sacrifice to energize the tired souls
In cups of tea..
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 1:07 PM UTC
You feel like
A ghastly mist, crawling up my toes
Touching frozen ground as you wrap
The soles of my feet in pasty white.
You feel like
Wet hair seeping through every thread
Of a pillowcase where you rest your head
Cold, warm, cold, warm—uncomfortable.
You feel like
Sore eyes from screens too bright
As you type in bold, black thoughts
A manifesto of the conflicts within.
You feel like
A room with no light, air, and sounds
Stagnancy echoing—the streaks, the blowing, the ringing
Were all dampened, washed out, unheard of.
You feel like
The sudden flash of blindness in the sky
Overlapping the deepest violets with such crisp tear
And they, too, tear as well.
You feel like
An intrusive intrusion of an intruder
An interlude to all the things you've done
An intermission to the tango that has just begun.
You feel like
A stale yet warm yet ugly yet comforting embrace
I wrap around you just to seep in every inch
Of what only you could offer.
You feel like
The last beginning of the endgame
The enshrouding entrance of what is to come
The naked piece of the puzzle
I have yet to grasp fully
You feel like
Bitter goodbyes
Unfiltered eyes
And crimson skies.
Sep 17, 2021
Sep 17, 2021 at 1:21 PM UTC
We all negotiate this precipice
In a file towards the same.
Some walk, some tiptoe.
We do it in our own way.
We all roll the dice.
We all progress different,
when we play this game.
But in the end we’d be together...
Sharing the ground we shall sparsely lay.
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 5:39 AM UTC
My hands shake and thoughts clash
I revise life, like flashbacks
I won't last living in my past
Pull back, snapping leash he attacks
The scent is strong he's on the prowl
A predator of beings foul
Revenge dished he's hellbound
Took a vow as hellhound
His loyalty holds no borders
He's borderline disobeying orders
He's ordered but he ignores
Okami, a lone wolf
In midnight his eyes shine
Blood red it contains skies
He's hunting down a worthy prize
Defending honour he can't die
Vengeance and fuelled rage
Powerful and untamed
For too long he's been caged
He suffered so, debts be repaid
With head high and hackles raised
He's raising hell, his endgame
All cards held have been played
Run and hide, its too late
May 24, 2017
May 24, 2017 at 6:42 AM UTC
The simplest word is hard to say
once blood has leaked within the brain.
The internal fires of life have died,
though the exterior seems the same.
He struggles saying yes or no,
He suffers visibly with pain.
His family, sadly, watches on
As the patriarch plays his endgame
Its like a cosmic jeweler tried,
To make a brilliant diamond cut;
If successful, it would have shone-
But he missed his mark and
marred the stone
Dec 23, 2011
Dec 23, 2011 at 10:30 PM UTC
I don't know why
I love this game so much
It got me tangled into situations
That even I could never imagined.
I guess this is my consequences
Of trying to figure out the difficult
Of trying to lighten up the dark
Of trying to mend what's broke
Of trying to lift what's drown.
Maybe I did play with fire
And I'm loving the way you burn me.
When you call me up
Saying you need me
I came running to you.
And the moment
When I want us to stay
You'd left for someone else.
When I want to talk
You'd shout and walk away,
When I needed you
You'd ingore and shut me up.
Isn't this so toxic?
This love is complicated,
But I guess it never was,
Since there's only one that loved
The other one thought she wasn't enough.
And just when I'm out of air
Saying baby you suffocate me and you're the air I breathe.
This is our endgame,
Baby I won't say "please stay".
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 1:34 AM UTC
Have you ever had yourself shattered into a million tiny pieces.
"If you ever have the opportunity you must ... "
Cause that journey of trying to place the pieces back together is impossible
And the mosaic that comes from you trying is a work of art
And trying is the battle of your life ...
But the endgame makes it all worth a while
I got to become the architect of my own life.
It destroyed me and I guess that is the point.
By taking ownership as the Creator
I had to emulate Source
Before my crash ... I never fully respected source.
After ... I knew where I had come from and because of the journey I just might have figured out how to get back ...
My life today, begins by ingesting a crystalline structure.
Lithium
The lattice-work simplistic contemplative duality built into the structure provides the foundation on which I stand.
Now that previous statement is probably all ******** 19 times out of 20
but isn't Dogma at it's very root all ********
Funny thing is ... ******** is a pretty strong foundation from where I'm standing ...
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 12:07 AM UTC
If I will finally found that person
Who gives light to every darkness
Who shine brighter than anyone
Who brings calmness in my system
I don't want anybody else
But you, my endgame.
Jan 30, 2021
Jan 30, 2021 at 2:31 AM UTC
My
lens is myopic
as the lunar lights reveal a replete and sallow stillness
I close my eyes... stuck on her
Our
slow motion
Zapruder film flesh hostilities play out
They
Lurch further toward me from the worst part of my mind
This is an
ante-meridium rerun wrought familiar
Those slow motion frames serve as a reminder
and I tell myself
“not again”
It’s always destroy, withdraw, withdrawal, return
No thrill, no endgame,
but we (i) play it out just the same
Renewed, resolvent, arisen,
(my) stake is wooden,
(she is) wet, crimson lipped and collapsing
Rest coldly now, unmoved upon a moribund midnight heart
These Thoughts of her feed on me in the night.
Images that prowl, project and play like celluloid
wanting her I toss and turn,
till, I lay,
languishing, and losing
lifeblood
lost and dreading daybreak
a living dead type of drained
Forlorn Feelings brought back from
damnation
soulless and predatory
This vampire lust won’t die.
But still I doubt Nosferatu had an *** like her’s
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 1:45 AM UTC
He gets all the pretty babes,
owns all the cool gadgets.
Some say he's a magician,
but I say he's much
more than that.
He's very slick,
so in tune with his spy-side,
he can easily handle
Paris traffic at rush hour,
knows all about
diabolical-power
& how to stop it.
His smooth-ride cruises fast
in turbo overdrive,
buzzes down the road
like a well-tuned beehive.
All the cool tunes play
along with him &
he likes his things
shaken not stirred.
Roulette, no trouble,
he'll burst the bank bubble.
O that sweet little
cherry-blued PPK!
Hey now, pow pow,
he knows the endgame,
how to kick some
cloak-and-dagger ***
up & down the street.
That's why,
I want to be James Bond,
knock the ladies & the thugs
right off their feet!
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 10:08 AM UTC
"Tell me, was it hard to die,
or harder to be the one who survived?"
The air became suffocating ,
what they see is a foreign place.
The ashes spreaded everywhere,
the pain is now what they embrace.
Confusion and guilt ,
agony slowly built.
Wiping out half of the universe?
...more like half of their universe.
Almighty and invincible,
kneeled in space almost unbelievable,
Witnessed his brother's death,
now waiting for the moment when,
"The sun will shine on us again".
Love in her tears,
the pain and her fears,
Were to be seen when she was committing her sin,
Yet she replayed in her mind,
"I just feel you" until she died.
They were supposed to be together,
till the end of the line,
Now he's broken holding the hand of his friend,
Who said "Steve?"...and dusted in the plain air.
The faithful and patient one,
passed the test of the Ancient One,
But now he only got the time to say,
"There was no other way".
He promised to **** her,
she loved him more than anything,
"Oh man" this reality is cruel,
Him already gone and her soul trapped in a stone.
Most of them became dust swiftly,
But there was one who got the power to fight this briefly,
Fell in his arms struglling to stay alive,
"I don't wanna go" were the words echoing in the sunlight.
Even though the pain is crushing,
They won't move on,
and this time no more losing,
With all the strength and help they've gotten,
"Whatever it takes" they'll avenge the fallen.
"We are in the endgame now."
May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 9:59 AM UTC
The prognosis was distressing.
The outlook was the same.
My aging mother could not eat,
we were playing her endgame.
Bereft of speech and cogent thought,
sitting in her chair with wheels.
Her fate placed firmly in our hands,
in the court of no appeals.
A feeding tube could well extend
her life for twenty years.
A life in limbo that way leads
where none can care or feel.
Pain management and hospice care
was the choice we had to make.
Years later some still argue
we had made a vile mistake.
Yet if my fate should be like hers
be kind and let me die.
A gentle exit into night
once life become a lie.
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 7:05 AM UTC
Charred & broken, left for dead;
hidden, lost, the mantle shed;
Anger, pain, the feelings raw;
racing, dazed, the mind unsure;
Locked, enclosed, the ancient lair;
open, set, the fatal snare;
Tempted, blind, the greed is all;
trapped, alone, the echoes call;
Empty, drained, the body dry;
finished, gone, no tears to cry.
Feb 25, 2010
Feb 25, 2010 at 5:09 AM UTC
loose-knit heartstrings' slow unraveling.
Mar 3, 2012
Mar 3, 2012 at 1:36 PM UTC
[Opening]
I play dark, she plays light
Her move toward me, a destined sign
I want her heart, I give her mine
But my gambit, she declines
[Middlegame]
Her pieces out, a closed defense
But I can tell, she means "yes"
My royal pin, she rejects
So I keep her, in constant check
[Endgame]
I had played the perfect game
My forcing moves she can't escape
But her hidden queen, comes into play
She stands her ground, stares me down, and states:
Checkmate
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 5:33 PM UTC
This game was on
right before we met.
This game was on
right before we were even born.
No one has ever said that
playing by the devil's bible is easy
and, to tell the truth,
I have never fancied gambling.
But this time I was called to act
by the summoning, and though
the price was never so high
like this before
I take the offer on losing everything
I have ever had.
Because sitting at this table
right here in front of you,
streamed by Acorns, Bells, and Leaves,
threatened Over-n-Under by the Knave,
I must defeat you by my own Heart
before the King itself slaughters me
by the hand of the Deuce.
May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 6:13 AM UTC