"reapeat" poems
First a note
just one
then 2
a group of three
and then 4 to boot
repeat this not once, or thrice, or 4
reapeat this five, or 6 or more
then u will have The Song
u see
or maybe not
the only one who knows
is me
Jul 16, 2011
Jul 16, 2011 at 10:38 PM UTC
You said to leave
He said to go
I want to stay
but I didn't know
then I felt a tear
as you both
RIPPED my heart in two
I come completely undone
over and over
replaying
I try in vain
there's no delete
just hit it again
reapeat, reapeat
flashes of the day I walked out
headlights facing the night alone
waiting endlessly forever
I am sitting by the phone
because he never called
you didn't either
finally I saw your face
couldn't erase
I heard what you said
we didn't understand
as music notes are drifting
recalling, recalling
I'm sifting
through pages
listening contentedly
to my new reality
I'm living in chains
digging up bones and finding remains
your loving keeps me here
within a prisoners tears
sounding in the background
turns out that poetry
is everywhere
I hadn't seen it before
until I heard
that slow closing door
and finally seeing us behind me
hindsight is insight,
being 20-20
I'm blinded
lost in the dust
just a particulate
checking the rear view mirror
looking, looking, looking
the visions of brightness are gone
as darkness is coming
playing into the dawn
whispering so loudly
the skies laying low
I'm hearing
the sounds of goodbye
and I now I know
as realizations hit me
stopped in my tracks
a broken record
skipping, skipping, skipping
tears falling from
the leaving
the only
true love I had ever known
... gone like the wind
only to be heard again
in my radio...
musings.
Cherie Nolan © 2016
Sep 25, 2016
Sep 25, 2016 at 3:22 PM UTC
Sometimes I'm Afriad,
He'll Leave Me,
Sometimes I'm Afraid,
That He'll Begin To Hate Me,
Sometimes I'm Afraid,
History Will Reapeat Itself
I'm Not Really Afraid Of Anything,
But I Am Afraid Of Being Broken Again,
Sometimes I'm Afraid,
I Won't Be Able To Control Myself,
That It's Only A Matter Of Time,
Before I Make The Same Mistakes,
I've Learned,
I've Grown,
But That Doesn't Mean,
I'll Ever Stop Being Afraid,
Afraid That All Of This Is Fake,
Afraid That He Is Lying To Me,
Like The One's Before,
I Don't Believe He Is,
But You Never Know
I Feel My Judgement Is Good,
And He Is The Begining Of Something New
It's Good Now,
But Will It Be Later?
Aug 30, 2012
Aug 30, 2012 at 7:24 PM UTC
You are taking a walk.
The weather is perfect. The sky is cloudy, but it isn't raining, and a cool breeze is blowing. Its soothing you. You are content. Relaxed. You are walking down the empty road, thinking of your lover/crush/ex/bestie/anyone close to you; wishing to talk to him/her, imagining yourself in a hilarious convo with him/her, holding his/her hand in yours as you walk. You couldn't be happier (or gloomier).
On the way you happen to pass a river. Being in the mood that you are, you decide to loiter near it. The view is great. Gentle tides pushing away the present.
You start walking playfully on the concrete barrier. Suddenly you trip over a rock; reaching out your hand for support, you find nothing. A sharp chill runs through your heart.
You scream out loud,though somewhere amongst the quick thoughts in your mind you know you are going to plunge into the water.
Before you know it the cold water touches you. Splashes and drops surround you. You beat frantically your restless arms, but only cold fluid flowing. Helpless... You reapeat your ****** movements over and over again. Legs trying to run away to safety; but there's no ground. No support. Your head goes under water.. Eyes open ; you breathe in the cool liquid. You try to cough out the water, but end up taking in more and more water.
Your body starts moving down towards the bottom. You are tired. You try. But it's not enough to get out. Exhausted.. and starting to feel numb.. and sleepy and tired and all those feelings creeping in. You see leaves floating.. Feel the fish slide against your skin.. But you can't respond. You lose consciousness in between . You cease.
All your dreams, all your thoughts, all the things that made you you, its no more. Mere chemical reactions in the brain. Your mind doesn't exist to even acknowledge that you existed. Or that you died. Not a slight trace of you in that motionless body...
May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 6:44 AM UTC
It's 1 am
the taste is calling again
another phone in sick
another wake up feeling muggy, here i am again
another wanting to be more
another praying
another , there must be more
another , wheres the suicide door
it cant just be this
there has to be bliss
there has to be smiles
there has to be hugs , kisses
all the things i miss
all the things i crave
no digging an early grave
drink , roll smoke
drink , roll smoke
poison , chemicals
inhaling
better still
pills
thrills
2 hour highs
20 hour lows
2 hour sleeps
24 done
reapeat
bereve
retreat
believe
no ones coming
its you and your dreams
tomorrow again
i wake up and then
its me, alone
just me, no one,
thoughts in My head
the presure
the dread
the fear
the buzz
just me
not us
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 8:10 PM UTC