"stonewalled" poems
My words have stopped
My pen is dry
I've so much to say
I try and try
To put down on paper
My thoughts and feelings
My brain is a puddle
Eyes turned up to the ceiling
Inspiration has left me
Turmoil instead
A black hole engulfs my
Poor battered head
Clutching at adverbs
They slip through my fingers
Searching for rhymes
Procrastination lingers
Abandoned and lost
Alone with the page
It stares blankly at me
No attempt to assuage
The assault of despair
Lurking within
I can think of one option
Open the gin .....!!
(C) Pixievic
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 7:25 AM UTC
eatting bread to sustain
when days run head-long
and redaction of preservation
runs rampant. smiling,
season changing mentality;
that of slight insanity.
never stonewalled even
by sane and keening mind.
not leaving to spite the
long-dark's cyclical reaping;
to glide the ice this time 'round.
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 12:56 PM UTC
Stonewalled at sunset.
Here, I am free from regret.
This moment of perceptual altitude,
Freedom from my anxious servitude.
The apogee has been reached,
I have little doubt,
These still moments pass.
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 8:25 PM UTC
You think I failed you, I think you fail me
So at least that is one thing we have in common
The accounts we tell others, are not the whole truth
Embellishing rags to pass as couture
You were the King on the board
I should have been your Bishop, or even your Rook
Not your little solider pawn
Your Queen protected you, She tried to protected me too
Your Knight got such undeserved praise
The Grandest of moves, the day the board claimed the Queen
The board broke the pawn, It stonewalled the Knight, & gave The King full control once more
The once protected, mighty King aligned himself with the callus, undeserved Knight
The board gained a new player, another Queen
The reign of the board was once more restored
Like a video game, Player One received an extra life
Yet, its wasted
This Chess game took such an odd turn
It’s now become a game of chance- Risk
I managed, because I was an ADULT, after all
You were not the only one that lost, but you still continue to lose
Undeserving, Unrelenting, Unbearable, Unrecognizable
Unaware of the second chance we both received
Your blind eye does not hurt just me
But the pieces of my heart that have come to life
There is never the perfect explanation…
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 9:32 AM UTC
who comes
home every
day, dives
straight into
a tall amber
bottle, falls
into a stonewalled
well of silence,
a place where he can tread
the suffocating loneliness.
on the surface, he’s a proud
man. but just beneath his not-
so- thick skin, is a broken soul.
in his courtroom, he’s a tough
but evenheaded jurist, respected
if not particularly well liked. at
home, he doesn’t try to disguise his
bad habits, has no friends, a tattered
family. a part of me despised him,
what he’s done. what he continues
to do. another part pities him and
will always be his little girl, his
devoted, copper-haired daughter.
his unfolding flower.
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 2:53 AM UTC