"optionless" poems
Without a lover who'd slash your heart
Or an impudent cut across your cheek by your step mother
Without the pain, without things to bother
Without the mosquito and the rat,
Without Malaria and plague to smother
You will be living in paradise
Dear friend, you just realized
This is Earth, the devil's prada.
Feb 26, 2014
Feb 26, 2014 at 3:14 AM UTC
never did the people forget
about that little light
in the midst of darkness
never did the people forget
about that remaining drop of hope
in the midst of suffocating sufferings
but then, never did the people forget
about the pain, the risks
they may be partnered with, too
hence never did the people try,
never did the people want
and never did the people intend
to fight
it was never pointless to fight
we were never hopeless
never optionless
never in the check mate position
were we?
Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 8:44 AM UTC
Soaking in the calvery hills,
I am pressed againts..
bearing the gethsemene of my heart
.... he surrounds me
that dévil..
I know where it leads me
Drowned in chest below
and head
[useless]
and weary above water
...I feel nothing
Piering my eyes across the surface of the water
dark walls play an abstract to my empty dreams
left me optionless but I am not dying
...Not just yet
...But I am already gone
I have seeped my veins
I have wept the countless moons
But it wont end my fears
...it's cold in here
But I am still numb
Reaching deep on the inside not
to find anything emotional
I just want... life
...to never end
in the ones I love so much
more than I am supposed
to have loved myself.
(CRITICAL INK- TEAM JAGUAR HAWAII)
© Copyright 2014 S.T. PARISH Rebel of Eden
Sep 12, 2014
Sep 12, 2014 at 10:54 PM UTC
Why does one feel the need to taunt fire.
Dangle just above.
Inticing pain.
Disregarding consequence
As if bathing in such might just scorch away the sins still felt.
From the last searing moments.
Is it hope.
This irrational graspless object.
That most won't leave the house without it.
Tomorrow..
Must be the time in which truth is found.
Even if questioning existence to faceless figments is the requirement.
Over and over does the rabit hole disintegrate the mind.
Until.
The next choice is presented.
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 1:39 AM UTC