"otherside" poems
Catapault me into chaos,
I wish to get a little closer.
Your tainted eyes speak to me.
I wish to get to know you,
just a little bit better.
If I can handle it,
I'll stick around and play.
Too much pain is a killjoy.
If it burns too much,
I'll blow out the fire someday.
Criss-crossdresser,
I'm seduced into your submission.
My identity remains in shambles,
I'll see you on the otherside,
as I walk through this transition.
A possible phase,
or a permanent reside?
I am lost in mindless self indulgence.
If I dance in the rain,
I'll no longer have to hide.
An eternal blue flame,
made of youth and spirit.
Love could only feed the madness.
To remain the same,
is something my mind could never inhabit.
So dance, and dance,
and sing the tunes of duality.
I experiment with composure.
And once I find balance,
my dream will be that much closer
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 9:28 AM UTC
Lay my body rich with coins
As my dawn turns to dusk I will depart
Bless my soul to be reborn
And pray I keep my heart
Charon waits upon his boat
To carry me to the Otherside
I'll travel The River Styx
And marry time, as I am Waiting's bride
Bearded Ferryman of the dead
Refuse me not as I pay your debt
Tell Hades to lift the gates
For fate and I have met
Guide this monstrous beast
Along the waters spine
As we set off towards Afterlife
Where waits the Underworlds divine
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 5:45 PM UTC
It was a boardwalk on the stars it seemed.. On the otherside of the universe.. I got to walk it.. It was raining light here and there.. The air smelled of star jasmine.. I could see your eyes every now and again as a raindrop of light would pass by them.. They were a deep dreamy brown that seem to swirl away all of my worries.. I was in your dream.. Somehow I made it here.. Or maybe you summoned me here.. I wonder what I look like to you in the fallen light rain? Do my eyes shine as bright as yours?
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 5:57 PM UTC
Isn’t it
Wonderful,
The suffocating love of a hundred people
They want you, what’s best for you
What’s best for you, what is best for you?
Rejecting them means rejecting love,
but you are in short supply of you
As demand increases, so does price
the price of you
the price is you.
Sanity sets in, escape’s let out
every night let it out,
beats staying in
Some are in short supply of love
********
Not you
The suffocating love of a hundred people let you know
Across the room, across the country
a hundred people can’t help
shedding ‘bout one sixty does
only, you have to shed it
anchors only work when attached
love
it pulls your judgment, mind from its foundation
wants to make your choices
wants to make your coffee
you start to save you,
in a container with a seal
the shiny latch makes a pop noise
You can see through the otherside
No one can get in,
Not with the pop noise
Its where you keep you
in the house, Close the door
pressure mounts
let it out in
drops,
thoughts and blood
watch it heal, know you’re better
lets you know,
you are better, you are better
You are Better,
better isn’t with help, it doesn’t come with age
it’s a choice you make
the suffocating love of a hundred people
they pile on blankets, keeps you warm
but at a hundred blankets deep you aren’t moving
move.
Don’t think about me, don’t think about him
Just move and keep moving,
roots and anchors
Learn which is which
Remember which is which
Act on which is which
you grow roots, anchors are placed upon you
usually around the neck region.
Box up all the memories, store them if you like
But don’t stay attached, burn if necessary
Anchors only work if they’re attached
You can’t ‘be ready’ for something that’s already happened
It’s the past in those boxes,
the fond death of past nothings,
Life only exists in the future,
Not to be too dramatic but we’re dying, right now
in the present
we breath out life out as we speak
Only the future has life, stored as potential
just take the steps
cut out the cancer
if you want to be ready for something, be ready for what’s next
May 16, 2010
May 16, 2010 at 9:46 AM UTC
there was a little labrador he was very kind
he was very thoughtful and loved to help the blind
help them cross the road he would be there guide
help them cross in safety to the otherside.
picking up the post coming through the door
moving objects in the way clearing up the floor
walking by there side while they were in the park
when ever there was danger he would give a bark
he loved helping people especially the blind
always there when needed and always very kind.
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 5:47 PM UTC
The Angel of Light or
The Angel of Death
All most choose,
and a choice I've made
The Angel of Death my friend of years,
For what is more beautiful than taking your last breathe
Knowing my greatest purpose lies ahead on the otherside
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 7:37 PM UTC
Skating on thin ice my whole life like a figureskater.
First price on sight but the stripes, resembles a broken picture.
A golddigger... Go figure.
Writing straight from my heart so every bar tender. I remember a night in december,
from a walk in the park to a shot in the dark, I wasnt that cleaver.
Pretended to be concious and smart but now the scars on my arms shows that Im a beginner.
Sober for 3 years yet addicted to your liquor.
Sparked my transmitter when ladys slipper fell off after our first dinner,
But I never knew cinderella was a heavy hitter.
Couldnt connect the dots so now im on the ground with seven stars above my head like I got hit with the big dipper.
PTSD...
But **** all the modesty, I just need honesty...
My writtens a blasphemy (blast for me) but I can't be myself anymore like broken prophecy so God,
accept my apology, beacuse there's a monster inside of me that produces sick thoughts like it knew biology.
Some might say im insane but **** my brain, my heart is always by my side. Deranged thoughts but love tells me when its a lie.
So stay in my lane and embrace the fact that we all are going to die or live to busy and miss the heartbeat that takes you to the otherside.
Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 9:16 AM UTC
there was a little labrador he was very kind
he was very thoughtful and love to help the blind
help them cross the road he would be there guide
help them cross in safety to the otherside.
picking up the post coming through the door
moving objects in the way clearing up the floor
walking by there side while they were in the park
when ever there was danger he would give a bark
he loved helping people especially the blind
always there when needed and always very kind.
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 10:32 AM UTC
Imagining his voice,
his scent,
the way he would cup my face,
his control.
Reliving the ****
reliving the abuse
Hating myself
I did this
I should have left
A year ago
it hurts
Don't talk about it
it never happened
Scared
comming out
I was ***** and abused by my boyfriend
said he loved me
used me and threw me out for the next
took my virginity
my innocence
my body
held onto my mind
he dosen't let go
his face haunts me every day,
moving to the otherside of the world and he stays put in me
Hating myself for being *****
Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 5:47 PM UTC
A palpable discord keeps me
turning all through the night
until the late rays of Sun
shine by again
I want a dreamcatcher
Feathery-spider web-
To keep my hypnagogic rest
sacred to me
And then I can wish
him closer...
Without a separating sea
I reserved my sleep to calmer
nights where my dainty ribs
caressed an incense-ridden
wind
My dreams are a shade
happier than me
I found my wrists
bedecked in fine jewelery
There's no chiming of antique
clocks in my sleepy
subconscious knots.
My eyes were not
corrosed over
so when he spoke I
comprehended
with crystal orbs
I'd hoped I find him through
disheveled bedsheets under
the waxing moon...
It illuminated my skin and sent me
soundly reveling in the hazy countenance
To me he's Elvis' love child
He's a wish fulfilled to me
I discovered an idol
I write letters,
coveted, held close
I worship what I
know of him
My thoughts are almost this
tangible-thing like a rope
I could grab and
make a knoose out of
perhaps it's time to slay
the golden bull
I struck his wayward glance
by some silver spring of snow
He's travelled to the ruins
of cathedrals with
chipped limestone on
the doors arched-shape...
darkness on the otherside...
Mother Mary follows,
walking through some threshold
hallway
Crooked stem, bent leaves...
A pruned up crackled rose
for me to eat
Those eyes...
dark brown, almond-shaped
Squinty with sparrow-feet
I'm waiting in the mountains
Clouds covering my eyes
Ocean blue in the stark sunshine
blinding me and enveloping me
when the music dies
Sep 15, 2017
Sep 15, 2017 at 1:20 AM UTC
Oct 12th 2016: The day filled with beautiful beautiful oranges after the passing of a horrible storm.. I suppose God paints these oranges in the sky and atmosphere as a starting point for the relax time that has been long overdue.. "I'll just color it all orange for now and rest the colors.." My brother and I found it a perfect time to pull out the bikes and ride in the cool the storm has left for us on these hot summer days.. And of course its time to ride through those huge lake puddles on the road!
After a day of bike surfing we both rode home with hamburgers on our minds!! The sun was setting and the night was being born.. We rode in right before dark.. Our mom made us the most awesome cheese burgers! After we ate we went into our room to get down on some videogames.. Both our phones were going crazy with notifications and we both decided to see what all the fuss was about..
The first thing we saw was pics of the moon.. At first I thought they were a different moon but it turns out it was ours.. We both went outside to see and sure enough our moon had changed.. It was a bit darker colored and had a strange glow to it.. The next strange thing was that the sun was starting to rise again! Only it was rising in the west were it had set before!
The news was going crazy with this as people started to panic everywhere.. Some experts on t.v shows said that we were looking at the otherside of the moon.. Through out the month there were videos poping up on facebook of people doing strange things.. There was a kid in a town not far from here that could turn himself into a bird.. New flowers were starting to grow, flowers never seen before.. Strange things were happening..
Videos were pouring in on all the new things being found throughout the world.. Some sisters in japan found some faries flying around a river.. A family found a colony of little people in and around the mushrooms growing in the back yard.. Many strange shrines were also appearing.. This day is now called, " The turning of the moon."
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 4:13 PM UTC
One day the sky will call for rain.
One day the world will forget my name.
My footprint will be washed away, as if never there in the first place.
My life has moved at such a fast pace, from 8 to 16 in age from a single heartbeat.
One day the world will take those all who ever loved me.
Many say time, you have oh so plenty.
But, in the blink of an eye, everyone says goodbye.
One day I'll be gone, dont you cry.
For one day I will surely see you
..
..on the otherside.
Dec 11, 2020
Dec 11, 2020 at 8:29 PM UTC
At One Point In My Life,
I Could Look Down Pitch Black Hallway,
And See It As Clearly As I Had With The Light On,
I Use To Be Able To See People,
And Animals,
That Have Been Gone For Years,
I Used To Be Able To Be One With The Forest,
Now I Am Just A Trespasser,
I Was Broken Off From Society,
But I Hated It,
I Was Colorblind,
Because The Otherside Looked Greener,
Now I've Changed,
I Am Right In The Center Of Concrete And Chaos,
And Deep Down Inside,
I Wish I Was That Person I Used To Be,
The One Who Sat Off In The Distance,
Unreconized,
The One Who Could Sit Up In A Tree For Hours,
And No One Would Even Notice I Was Gone,
I Wish I Could Write Like I Used To,
I Wish I Was Someone Who Didn't Have A Phone,
Going Off Every Second Of The Day,
I Wish I Could Just Sit In The Peace In Quiet,
Listening To The Music Of Birds Chirping,
The Person Before All The Hatred And Anger Entered Her Territory,
I Wish I Could Hear The Things I Can't Anymore,
See The Things That Are Now Invisible..
I Wish I Was The Person I Used To Be
Sep 3, 2012
Sep 3, 2012 at 4:32 PM UTC
Lost in despair, Found on faith.
These happen to the forsakened, things just happen with no warning.
Rather it be lossing your bearings, Or just walking in the believe of something greater than yourself.
Forsaken can break their curse, But can also be bound if they so choose to let it.
Ravenous from rage, Claimed with love.
Two things that monster's feel, though they can't control this outcome.
Rage fills them when barricades block their path, Love fills the monster with clearity allowing it to relax.
Just remember the monster is no different from being forsakened.
Monsters feel rage, Forsakened feel vengeful.
Forsakend feel hope, Monsters feel love.
Those who barricade or break a path are in the direct path to being ******
For on the otherside is a Merciless and Vengeful being heading your way.
To be forsakened is to become a monster, To be monster was once forsakened.
Thinking about it is no diffent then watching you lose your humanity,
Doing something is to change that which you became.
Forsakened to become a monster, Once forsakened and now choatic.
The monster is and will always be a reminder for those who barricade ignorantly,
Forsakened is the first path of the monster, It's up to thy forsaken to be monster or human.
Which path would you choose if you become forsakened?
Would you let vengence fill your veins, or try forgiveness?
My path can't be alterd, I didn't get the chance for choice.
Too many barricades, Too many losses.
Those who know this are already monsters, Those who don't make your decision.
The path is yours to make, For those who been blessed with a path.
Monster Forsaken or Human?
Feb 8, 2013
Feb 8, 2013 at 12:54 PM UTC
Late night walk.. at peace under the stars and street lights. That is until I hit crossline street. No streetlights Just dark road. Its at this point the stars show themselves true. 10pm clicks on through. I see a white line in the sky. Its very faint and barley visible. I think its a chemtrail maybe a long thin cloud. For 2 weeks I see this white line at 10 pm and finally realise it to be a beam of light. It shines for but 2 minutes and then turns off. I decided to go on the otherside of town one night and see this beam of light brighter arc across the sky. I also see this light is coming from above the hills. On the next night I wait at the hills.. and at 10 pm the light shined on through. From a trailer window alone up here I find a girl whom had been missing for three years.. this was no white line.. this was an s.o.s that I found in darkness without streetlights..
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 2:35 PM UTC
On my own island.
i sit on the golden sand.
as the pink, sun,sets into the blue ocean.
and the green and tan palms blow carefree in the slight breeze.
and the ocean waves,
crash,
crash,
crash.
and i get sprayed with the sea salt.
my brown hair whips in my face as i rise up.
my blue eyes skanning the horizon.
my frail body tense.
and i walk,
to the ocean.
i dive into the tropical underland.
i stay there for an hour or two.
talking with the fish,
about the economy.
and when i am up to the land again.
i sit back in the chair as,
the sun rises on the otherside,
and the breeze is slightly harder,
yet the sun feels good,
on my bare skin,
as i sit on that island.
waiting for a rescue boat to come.
Feb 11, 2010
Feb 11, 2010 at 2:53 PM UTC
Its late at night,
The most Awaiting dream comes to life,
My Heart in the space now wanders,
To feel the creator's wonders,
About the rays of light it ponders,
Origin of the universe it envies,
Treading is it to the planet of rubies,
Our GREAT GRANDFATHER, THE BIG BANG, has a highest record of Babies.
Meteros paas by around,
But they cannot hit me,
I am like a shadow here,
Everything passes through me as If I am smoke.
Hey I think I see a rainbow here,
Its a bit different in shape,
Long and wide straight stripes covering a million kilometers of the same seven colors.
I travel through black holes,
Saying, "Hey Mr. Black, You can destroy physical bodies, Try to challange this pure soul,
I have come up with some shortcuts here too, LOL,
How peaceful here the life is,
No rise and No fall,
I look at the nebula,
like, would look, billions of earth's clouds,
but painted in different colors,
The vaccum out here is so hypnotic,
A normal human would become psychotic,
Gravity here in empty pulls uniformly all over my body,
But its gentle while the pull preventing to rip me to pieces,
And then theres a road of white light which leads beyond,
But white is leading to black, this feeling's so sound.
Many small planets are arranged around it to give a bridge like effect,
Does this bridge lead to the ultimate energy,
The ultimate truth as the mortals of the earth say..
I take a step forward to commence the final journey after plenty,
Conjuring all the memories of my life to feel eternity.
As I reach the end in front of me is a small particle placed on a slab,
And the strongest of microscope above it to make it visible.
I turn around to look far away the glistening galaxies
Confined in an arrangement like nerves of a brain,
I give a smile to all my beloved,
And then touch the microsope,
It ****** me in,
And I got shooted from its otherside,
To be absorbed by particle and never to seperate.
"Hey Moksha, Wassup..?"
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 1:56 PM UTC
Without you here
I can't help but to wonder
what it must be like to live on the Otherside
We are separated into two
While we collide at times
we mix as good as oil and water.
How do you manage
to hide your feelings so well?
They're bury deeper
than my black light will show.
As much as I envy the Otherside
I always ache that we could be intertwined.
That way neither of us will have to sacrifice
what we can not change.
But I'm not like the others on My side.
While they enjoy the company of hollow sounds
I'll rather die than be left all alone.
Very much like yourself.
But you will never show that emotion
that could potentially leave to conflict and commotion.
Cause even though I speak in "I'm fines"
I'll be lying, cause I
could never live on the Otherside.
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 1:25 AM UTC
I just want you. You are my thoughts, my dreams, my voice. Leading me from the Hell of this lifeless world into a Heaven that is underneath you; you take my body and erase my mind and fill it with you. I just want to run to you. I worship only you, my Dionysus. Only with you can I shake off this rust and be human. You are my Savior.
You have ensouled me...
Let me cradle you in my skin. Let my darkness overcome your light and fill you with a devotion that rivals the Angels in their love for their God. Be devoted to me: let me be the only one in your sight, in your body. Give me your essence. Dream only of me, letting me be your Haven and Harbor. Think of me as the Light At the Otherside of the Shore. Melt into me.
We are Concordia. We share life only when our mouths touch: only inhale when I exhale and only exhale when I inhale...
Nov 22, 2010
Nov 22, 2010 at 9:27 AM UTC
She buys a torn and faded map
All the continents are misshapen
The rivers smudged.Her faith is
inexhaustible. So here I am,
the bridge she will never cross.
The cataratic mapmaker rubbing his
eyes knowing only one route.
I stand on the other side
watch her put on a mask
so we will know exactly
how she feels, watch
her turn away
with map in hand
watch her
as she gets
smaller
and smaller.
I am on the otherside,
sitting on a chair,
in an empty room
in an abandoned house,
the windows have been boarded shut.
With my finger I erase
the ring of water
left behind by her glass.
It is true that I loved
her. I am gaunt
and my ribs are showing.
copyright c.a. leibow 2007
Published in Rat Fink Review
Apr 23, 2024
Apr 23, 2024 at 3:12 PM UTC
As the sun begin to rise and the stars appear to fade
Her voice echoed in the fog , calling for a dark shade
She was dressed in white , purest of them all
Men and beast alike , she was lost in the fog
As she walked through the forest , the birds begin to sing
The flowers bloomed like never before and the trees started to swing
The forest came alive , from the presence of something dead
As she made her way through the forest , in search of one last breath
Her heart was full of sorrow and her mind was full of pain
As she walked through the gallows , in search of a forgotten name
The sun was slowly rising high and the fog begin to disappear
Frightened as she was , as calm she appeared
She closed her eyes and the tears begin to fall
Nurturing the land beneath , watering the small
Her hands reached out for someone , something to hold her back
But all she received in return was with black
She had brought along all she had and all she knew
She kept moving and the pain grew
She walked on and on , inside the deepest and the darkest of the wilderness
Her own darkness reflected upon the place
And now it was too dark to remember the face
Even the sun Coudnt penetrate the place she stood
And the birds stopped singing as if they understood
The flowers started losing the colours , as if mourning her cause
And everything stood still , so quite engulfed in the fog
Her legs stopped moving and she reached a Brooke
Shimmering in the dark , as she took a look
She looked down , deep inside the nothingness
All she could see was herself in the darkness
As she stepped inside , it started turning red
Bleeding like she always bled
And Ina moment it was all gone into a little of nothingness
She was covered in black , surrounded by darkness
And for the first time she was at peace
The sweet dreams were over and the nightmares would cease
She could see the sun , as she drifted away, slowly enlighting the world above
As she finally let herself go , in the name of love
She knew it'll be waiting on the otherside with open arms
And she was cold no more , she was at peace , so calm
Though she is gone , the forest can still feel her walk
But her tale is forgotten , lost in the fog
Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 4:17 PM UTC
I will never cease to
be released to
the underworld
above your cloud
In your ****** hair
the sand says to
stay slightly shady
and wave quietly to
the ghosts on shore
Friends and demons
Crash on the collapsed dunes
I'll wait for you
To marry the sky
In the silence of the wind
Lady of the night
Stray the sunshine away
Glass shards in my red eyes
Cans of old beer are there
Still in the grass
I'll be sitting in the memory
Of the sun from yesterday
Today's little smile in the night
Your precious hands carry me there
I wonder why I never tried
Harder and harder our stone got
While it was drenched in the rain
As the trees fell down
My two palms were set ablaze
We sent up a smoke signal
To the God(s) in heaven or the hell
In your life, seven lives, two lines
The otherside will show us a certain door
Where the people all live equally and infinitely
Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 11:18 AM UTC
I though we are made for each other.
But that's only cause i didn't want to have another.
Sweet love sweeter lies, wild dreams take me to the otherside.
Black beard and dreamy eyes the hotset campaning in my longest ride.
Had me down brings me up back and nock me down to **** me up.
Covring my ears blinding my eyes getting prepared to tear me up.
Wild girl with big dreams, play the game with no fears.
Keep my self high.
I do believe i can reach the very high sky.
Baby i just want u to know that The tables turn.
You can confirme i'll make you burn.!
~'~'~'~
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 5:48 PM UTC
there was a little mouse a sailor mouse was he
he built himself a boat to sail the deep blue sea
he packed up some things a compass and a guide
to see what the world was like on the otherside.
suddenly he heard a loud and great big splash
then there in the distance he saw a silver flash.
it was a little mermaid she was very lost
she had lost her way when in a wave was tossed
mouse was very clever and new what to do
i will use my compass and find your home for you.
after quite some time an hour maybe two
he saw some mermaids swimming there were
quite a few
mermaid she was happy she was home once more
back to all her family where she was before.
mouse he said goodbye his adventure had been fun
mermaid thanked the mouse for all that he had done.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 4:53 PM UTC
*I simply write you in my dreams
Where a word you said becomes a child
Whose hand I hold
And we walk together into the sun
•
I let this image of you linger long
In the crevices of my mind
That have never been touched before
Until you found them
•
I follow the feelings you give me
I see clouds and glass and moons and rain
As something more divine
I become a part of everything
•
I throw my spirit at a wall
Because you're on the otherside
And I would give my life
If only to reach you
•
I allow myself to fall
Because your falling
And if you're crawling on the ground
I don't want you to crawl alone
•
I learn how to touch again
But this time without hands and bodies
This time I use my words
To touch your mind
•
I do everything
And give everything
And become everything
Because of you
•*
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 1:41 PM UTC