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"reemerges" poems
he's terrified of her voice that whips his eardrums like kashmir switches and tickles his diaphragm until he convulses in nervous laughter inside his head the way it inquires broadly, like an opera written in tornado sirens and megaphones and the brightness of lighthouses, for conversation he thought had drowned long ago and only reemerges as bubbles on the lake's surface a boiling body popping deafeningly with anxiety, and plumping bravery pasta, which smells seductive, which he loves... he's just not hungry right now.
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Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 2:49 PM UTC
spice and nice
Nuclear Winter: Solo Restart by Michael R. Burch Out of the ashes a flower emerges and trembling bright sunshine bathes its scorched stem, but how will this flower endure for an hour the rigors of winter eternal and grim without men? Keywords/Tags: nuclear, winter, radiation, ashes, life, reemerges, without, men, Armageddon, Apocalypse, extinction, event
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Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 11:30 PM UTC
Nuclear Winter: Solo Restart
Sun slowly surrendering to the night, on a cool, calm, dusk in the fall, leaves colored and brittle crunch under my feet, the light paints a silhouette, of mountains and trees, hills and brick walls, the shadows slowly engulfing the dim light. Life itself recedes into the gallows of the dark, as if to stop while the shine disappears, only to return, and bloom in the morning glow. Soon it will be winter, colder, darker, white, until the sun returns, the light, the shine, the glow, reemerges from the night.
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Jun 18, 2012
Jun 18, 2012 at 4:45 PM UTC
Sunset in the Fall
I hate how I give up so fast Love shadow realm too much So I can't leave it in the past I often crave the sinful touch To see face of the devil How bright appearing to be Feel the end of this level Amazed flaws are all I see Surrounding natural urges Beauty challenging to resist Done until thought reemerges Tempting dark persists
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Dec 21, 2020
Dec 21, 2020 at 9:26 PM UTC
Sinful Touch
Anger flares, then dissipates, But what remains in its wake? Do you pace forward, fists ready, Or stall, your heart ablaze? In the darkness, do you recount The lies, the destruction unfold? Do nightmares and dreams converge, A story yet untold? When the anger reemerges, Do you give it a voice, A pen to honor its pain, A chance to make its choice? It can make you be reckless It's hard to reign in once it comes There are innumerable consequences You don't realise what you become.
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Feb 16, 2024
Feb 16, 2024 at 1:26 PM UTC
Bright anger
This isn't just poetry But a cry for help Yesterday I lost my love Through lack of symmetry inside myself. I tend to overthink things Because my imagination is alive and well Unfortunately it not only can help me show I love her But believe in an instant that she doesn't love me. It's simple, see. The trust I have in her is whole and pure; without fear. But my imagination twists things just like the devil. Now I am without my love. On a mission. What I believe is My active imagination is the cause for my enthusiasm. The same enthusiasm my love fell for. So riddle me this. How can I STOP overthinking things, realize it when I am(Quickly), And shape myself in who I should be.. ..without misplacing my enthusiasm with a bore, who would begin again overthinking from being insecure. Why am I such a effing PARADOX?! It's me. I know it is. She knows it is. She is perfect. I am crippled with imperfections. She was fantastic... And you know what, I was crap. She doesn't know that I am still trying. But I will fix me. For us. If heartbreak reemerges. Then I shall take my punishment. And respectfully let her go. I just have to find balance. A controlled mind. Then I will be freed from myself.
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Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 1:11 AM UTC
Balance
Its that feeling you get on the brink of a rough patch You rush back to the drinking and just crash You act different, distant and drunk as... One bad binge then you blink and the cuffs latch You drink ***** snooze and withdraw Usually fall, puking and refusing to crawl Wake up no memories confused at it all Then a tear surfaces with nervousness The darkness reemerges, asking is it really worth this Na but pretend its fun So fun you don't need a friend when your drunk Just a loner on a balcony tempted to jump To mend it with a thump can end it at once Some days we trip when it rains Cause the brain can slip But staying strong though it Hope someone related to this
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Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 11:58 PM UTC
Whats Relapse
Dormant, standing on the bow peering out with telescope in hand Quite seas Off in the distance, Land Bright sunlight piercing through closed fingers Shielding the reflection of the ocean and sky To no avail Telescope still in hand Distance drawing nearer "Land ** yells the lookout as dry ugly faces peer out from below deck Grumbling voices wake from their slumber as the crew saunters their way into the day light and fresh air They grab rope, and hooks, swords, and supplies Captain steering towards the shore They hop on three dinghies Eight strong Yo ** ** and a bottle of *** Eyepatches, sly grins, and peg legs a plenty No one greets them on the small island They are there to pillage the resources and devour the meats as they reach soil Sharp teeth and empty stomachs Tattoos of women with large ******* and anchors, hearts, and daggers *** Much *** will be swigged and landing in bellies come nightfall Songs sung by fires warm light At mornings break they shall hunt and scour the land for animals and resources They haven't a map but smell treasure They know it's there They whiff at the air to determine their course They argue their cut, their share of their findings until one man lay dead from sharp blades final judgement More for the taking of the rest of the crew Morning comes Through the branches, over rocks they climb towards the peek The summit A cave, a cave is in sight They throw rocks in order to draw out and living creature that may have made a home inside No sound permeates It is safe to enter Fire sticks are lit and cave is entered with caution Whispers and hushes They stumble Head meets rock Blood This is no easy life They reach a cavernous waterhole The first man is egged on to explore its contents Explore its depth The water is knee deep Until, until he sinks out of sight and the water swallows him whole Startled, the men scamper back to dry land "Where has our fellow mate gone", they ask Splashing, he reemerges He reaches the surface and cries out "Gold!!"
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Feb 18, 2017
Feb 18, 2017 at 1:34 AM UTC
Pirate Blood
Dormant, standing on the bow peering out with telescope in hand Quite seas Off in the distance, Land Bright sunlight piercing through closed fingers Shielding the reflection of the ocean and sky To no avail Telescope still in hand Distance drawing nearer "Land ** yells the lookout as dry ugly faces peer out from below deck Grumbling voices wake from their slumber as the crew saunters their way into the day light and fresh air They grab rope, and hooks, swords, and supplies Captain steering towards the shore They hop on three dinghies Eight strong Yo ** ** and a bottle of *** Eyepatches, sly grins, and peg legs a plenty No one greets them on the small island They are there to pillage the resources and devour the meats as they reach soil Sharp teeth and empty stomachs Tattoos of women with large ******* and anchors, hearts, and daggers *** Much *** will be swigged and landing in bellies come nightfall Songs sung by fires warm light At mornings break they shall hunt and scour the land for animals and resources They haven't a map but smell treasure They know it's there They whiff at the air to determine their course They argue their cut, their share of their findings until one man lay dead from sharp blades final judgement More for the taking of the rest of the crew Morning comes Through the branches, over rocks they climb towards the peek The summit A cave, a cave is in sight They throw rocks in order to draw out and living creature that may have made a home inside No sound permeates It is safe to enter Fire sticks are lit and cave is entered with caution Whispers and hushes They stumble Head meets rock Blood This is no easy life They reach a cavernous waterhole The first man is egged on to explore its contents Explore its depth The water is knee deep Until, until he sinks out of sight and the water swallows him whole Startled, the men scamper back to dry land "Where has our fellow mate gone", they ask Splashing, he reemerges He reaches the surface and cries out "Gold!!"
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in the fullness of the dark, we forget to remember that we’ve been only able to see about ten seconds worth of anything at all. because of nature’s need to quench thirsty soil she spoils our sight of the sun’s blackening behind the shadow of our cratered cousin, with cumulonimbus. however, the humanity with which I’ve gathered for a while has been rife with disappointment, until just now. in this circle of sunset, we are overwhelmed with the totality, our disappointments fade, eclipsed by wonder and the sudden coolness in the air, which is audible in its silence. the clouds that purloined our sleek vantage point are purpled strokes of a celestial brush that none of us could have hoped to lift. now, as the sun reemerges, rises again, this time in the west, the city lights wink out as midday returns. we return from our own Olympus as well, all the better for it. un-disappointed, alive in a way that never existed before.     *** -JBClaywell © P&ZPublications
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Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 5:42 PM UTC
During Totality
Haunting Memories You are always there, and always will be. Denial strikes and you disappear, Fear and loneliness take over. Feeling out of focus, Reality sets, and you are back. You are terrifying and graphic, consuming every ounce of me. Blocking you out is exclusively done to protect me. You are revolting and disturbing, but vanish at the sight of denial. Feeling nauseous, feeling nervous, feeling this dreadful pain. Everything is wrong, you are wrong. Alone, guilt, fear... Reality reemerges. Acceptance of your existence ultimately happens. Incredibly powerful you are. I cannot break free of you, even if I try. From a distance, still delivering shock waves up my spine. Denial no more with progress around the corner. You all decide to join forces against me. You form a team, and hit me all at once. You are abusing and beating me down. Overwhelmed and out of control.   Exhaustion sets in. Depleting into numbness to survive. Chaos! Grounding myself, clearing  my mind. Control within reach. You no longer define me, consume me, control me. Dealing with each one of you will no longer happen on your terms and timeline. Pace has been adjusted to slow, Acknowledgment and understanding become my armor against you. True healing is happening, finally... I am starting to defeat you. Haunting memories are all that you are. You, are WEAK. Still frightening, but no longer dominating me. I am stronger than you, and always will be. © Jl 2015
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Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 12:59 AM UTC
Haunting Memories