"reprising" poems
Dead souls reprising the hollowed echoes of my suicide
Thumping inside the tunnels, marking sudden genocide
Lonely families gather around, witnessing a terrible act unfold
All the husbands have no jobs, keeping the children shiver cold
Gaunt and pale, sleepy and overtired, clinging to me
Making me think of our future and fantasies
But unfortunately, all of those things can never be
Because all I want to do is hang myself from a tree
I don't want to think about you and me
I don't want you to call me when you think you need me
I don't want you to visit my house when you want to see me
I wish I was dead, but I guess I will lay here and sleep instead
Sleeping is less painful than having a bullet lodged into your head
Sep 17, 2011
Sep 17, 2011 at 7:40 AM UTC
As a Man
I am no more able to judge
the contents of my heart
Than I can judge
The distance to a mountain
This is why
After a long trail
I was surprised
how far it was
To meet the crest
It’s also why
At the dusk of that day
The storm looked
So far away
And we chose to stay
The next morning
When I awoke
The snow piled
To the third spoke
But we had hope
Three days later
when we still survived
The drift was up to our eyes
We weren’t gone yet
But the food was
Six days after
Snow still high
Who, but she, would die
Surely I was next
But I had to try
The next day
My food was back
Lying next to me
Cold and still
dead as a nail
Ten days later
they found me
With a hollowed out chest
On that crest
I told them I tried my best
You cannot tell
The contents of a mans heart
So as they dragged me in a cart
They saw crying
But I was planning
On reprising
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 8:40 PM UTC
Jenifer Garner looked every inch the mom in control as she and estranged husband Ben Affleck picked up their daughters from karate class.
The actress, 43, strode out ahead clutching her cell phone in one hand and car keys in her other as the Argo star, also 43, followed behind with Violet, nine, and Seraphina, six, and carrying a canvas shopping bag.
Garner also had her wedding ring back on, but on the middle finger of her left hand and not the ring finger.
Affleck, though, seems to have ditched his wedding ring altogether.
He hasn't been seen with it on for a couple of weeks at least, although when they first split the pair had made it known they'd still keep the gold bands on around their kids.
Rumors had started to swirl of a possible reconciliation between the two after they were seen leaving couples counseling together in Sana Monica on September 4.
But sources close to them moved quickly to quash any suggestion they might get back together, saying they were simply seeking professional help to guide them through the changes that divorce brings.
Affleck was a doting dad on Friday as he smilingly shepherded his daughters to the car as they snacked on apples.
The Good Will Hunting actor was dressed casually in an olive green t-shirt, black jeans and sneakers.
Seraphina wore a pretty light blue pinafore dress with a matching hairband and her favorite purple and pink Nike trainers.
Violet wore an all black workout ensemble with turquoise athletic shoes.
Not with them was the girls' younger brother Samuel, who's three.
The estranged couple are back in LA after Garner spent most of the summer filming Miracles From Heaven in Atlanta, Georgia, and Affleck was reprising his role as Batman for Suicide Squad in Toronoto, Canada.
With those projects in the can, it means they can focus more time on caring for their children as their divorce moves forward.
Affleck is also prepping his next project Live By Night, a Prohibition-era drama that he's written and plans to star in and direct.
The film based on the novel by Denis Lehane and set in Boston is scheduled to start filming in November.
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Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 10:59 PM UTC
Meandering footsteps throughout the Autumn darkness
Toward each sallow recluse of a moment
A simple ending ceaselessly beginning
With each sniff of smoldering residue from the grass
Beyond the harsh horizon of what may as well be eyelashes
And inside- yes, inside
Within the blank fortress
Is a scoundrel of a man, who
Knows not for what he’s come?
To die, dear dalliance; fickle, frolicking foal of the Frühling!
And out the pasture’s gateway
In the Autumn, in the Autumn
Unaware
Above the marshes and the moon-orb’s
Sweet icing on the water
In an eerie sort of night
Forgives the foal a mare’s ear
Silently reprising in delight
Yes, Yes it is the Autumn
And the riders are far from sight
Oct 21, 2010
Oct 21, 2010 at 12:30 AM UTC
Although I hate how wrong this ridiculous sense of common we have for everything is,
Sometimes I just wish we were these two ignorant people
That think the world is wrong but we can't change it
And work hard just to buy a bigger TV
Sometimes I just wish we could live a mediocre life together
And never mind to all the things that happens around
Since our favorite show is reprising saturday night
I wish we could fight every day to decide who's going to supermarket
And what color should be our new car
And fight over and over again about if we should buy a dog or not
And stay up late playing scrabble with our boring married friends
Sometimes I just wish we were these two empty consumerist people
That complain about everything and fight everyday about nothing
But are so so happy
Together.
Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 5:19 AM UTC
Dark Roses
Scarlet tears erodes silkweed faces
Emancipated anguish
Drips slowly
Shards of despair
Penetrates souls
Like thorns from this rosebush of grief
Laced with velvet silks of heartache
Mourning for morning to arise
In darkened crevices of hidden agony
Throbbing blood vessels ache for resolutions
Affliction pumping wildly through tamed veins
Airs of sorrow stagnant the lungs
Steadily reprising cycles of disappointments…
An array of flowerless bouquets
Sprinkled across immortal graves
Buried beneath shadow less rays
Softly, broken records play
Evaporated figures depart
She is broken
He, battered
Broken arts married to engagements
Years of porcelain affections shattered
Plastic cylinders await moistened palms
To dissipate the sting of desertion
One, five, seven or more
Will execute death for peace…
May 19, 2010
May 19, 2010 at 10:23 PM UTC
Cross cornered disposition
Weary eyes state my present condition
Reveling misinterpreted guides
Keycards lock the door
With me inside the floor
Blood dripping on me now
Mops began to plow
Yellow taped neighbors disavow
Red clocks separate events.
News mikes electrify the tents.
Reporting flesh
Reprising death
Writhing pain
Cross cornered disposition
Weary eyes state the present condition
Never fooled by green grass
It will leave me.
It will pass.
Dec 17, 2009
Dec 17, 2009 at 7:16 AM UTC
My head aches from the thoughts of you ravaging my mind,
your face burns;
your voice reprising over and over, a thousand times.
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 9:26 AM UTC
Oh Ikelos, thief of my dreams
Steal from me not the night
For I hope of loving schemes
And an all so beauteous sight,
Long have you napped
Under the blanket of the moon,
Until the curtains cracked
Reprising the mournful noon,
So forfeit this draining rise:
An all avenging burden
Upon your somber eyes
That linger amoung the curtain,
Oh, sink into the muse
Of Nyx’s design
So that your waking blues
May surrender, and resign.
Feb 2, 2021
Feb 2, 2021 at 6:32 PM UTC
I don't understand this.
You don't understand these.
The Cowboy is a city kid.
The City Kid is me.
I was nothing. Now I'm something.
Wish I wasn't. Woe is me.
Why should I be anything?
The pain will set me free.
Blows to the head!
Blows to the head!
Blows to the head!
Blows to the head!
They say it's always getting better,
but it's never good enough.
The window pane is getting wetter.
Dry it off and toughen up.
Blows to the head!
Blows to the head!
Blows to the head!
Blows to the head!
The sun was set, but now it's rising.
Raging fires have fallen low.
But wait till darkness comes reprising,
and blazing flames in flurries flow.
Blows to the head!
May 4, 2024
May 4, 2024 at 1:15 PM UTC
You’d think
I’d run out of ideas
To keep writing
Exhaust the last fume
Of creative igniting
But come gloom and doom
Through the roles
I’m reprising
The constant
Invariable
Is revising
Disguising no longer
What made me this way
It’s as natural to me
As a child at play
Its intricacy
Formed
By simplicity’s
Hand
And it’s guided along
By emotion’s command
Yet unplanned
Like a pregnancy
In love conceived
And reflected upon
Like a widow bereaved
When I once again leave,
Venture on,
Bid adieu
To the words overdue
For the few I write you
Dec 29, 2022
Dec 29, 2022 at 12:53 AM UTC
Distorted flower burning by a touchstone
Flat benches extend, extend, and extend
Trappings collect cool and dark
Hound vs hound for a meal
The being with thumbs holds to the left
Reprising fruits of our labor
Rotten vegetables decomposing, warming me
Beanies not covering sound
Don’t block the tunnel
Pull and slide wherever
Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 5:54 PM UTC