"recides" poems
Late at night I sat in the dark
Was about to face the bed
When I got a bad feeling
Something wasn't right
But I quenched the terror
And faced the bed
Just two hours gone by
I stare at the ceiling
No longer night
But not yet day
Sickness overwhelms me
As I stare at the ceiling
How can such a day improve
When nothing started right
But as day closes in
The darkness dissolves
Dare I get hopeful
When nothing started right
The dark winter not yet forgotten
A stream of light flows through
Lurking in the twilight
Awaiting it's return
Is the darkness of yesterday
But now light flows through
The dawn of day now passed
My restless leg bouncing
He educates the class
My head seems clear
Sickness long gone
As I feel my restless leg bouncing
Is my leg betraying me
Is it trying to escape
Find a place of true freedom
If such a place exists
What is it telling me
By trying to escape
It's been a while
Since I've felt this well
The sickness of morning gone
My head is clear, I'm calm
I'm focused, I'm at peace
I've never felt this well
Despite the rough beginning
Daybreak turned the tides
Winter cold still recides
But the sun is shining
Cascading light, beams of heat
The tides turned by daybreak
My leg convulses
What does it want
If I flex my muscles
I can keep control
Keep it from escaping
But is it what I want
Where would it venture
If I let it escape
Would I be welcome
As the partner in crime
Or would I weigh it down
If it escaped
I feel in doubt
Should I let it run
Should I make it stay
Remain in control
Or let it be free
Should I let it run
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 7:05 PM UTC
Becoming who you never wanted to be
The one's you always watch and see,
If.. Perhaps you've turned into one of "them"
...Struggling about for the truth,
It's never black and white,
Never quite as simple as his princess and her knight.
Confusion strikes a key of fear into every action you take.
Worried, so terrified you've made a critical mistake.
Windows shatter as violence erupts within,
an inner concience reigns upon logical thought.
You attempt to resist, but...
...see no reason to doubt.
The conflict from within recides,
though,
There will forever be a part that's screaming for change,
For the change you never would have wanted in the first place.
Dec 22, 2010
Dec 22, 2010 at 7:50 PM UTC
A few words I nibbled off
The back of my hand
They said
"Flow in the river"
I could not understand.
My feet went for it anyways
Nothing showed confusion
So my hands played the drums this way.
My new affiliation.
I'm afflicted with the rhythm of the river
It's tempo is fueling this fever
I can't awaken until
The growing Weaver
Recides in this flowing river.
I am stuck in this desire
I'll write the epic to our delima
The one where you are unwavering
I am stuck in this desire,
To love my unchanging river.
Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 10:47 PM UTC