The bare hand hugging thoughts. reminiscing the sigh Heart broken, eyes broken. Peaches of mandarin and orange Rise, burn, smell of the other day. In the silence of the small room I hear everything, and darkness lies in the castle of the ego.
As the air thins you are called to memory I am as yet Unsure of what relationship exists Between the flitting nimbus and velocity And me Perhaps the times I fell away from the earth Skirting through layers of atmosphere Between the curvature of horizons And a past sunset far behind me I left traces of longing In contrails I left vapour trails of emotion in the sky Understandably you are filtered from my gravity restricted musings With feet on Terra Firma; no contrail exists Only here with vermillion slashing the clouds Carving a wake through air so fast sounds can’t catch me Do I remember how I howled
The fatigue flows through me As if it has invaded the marrow of my bones Leaking out into the flesh Rendering me paralyzed in an unfocused state I sleep to live and wish only to end the dulled mind set It’s crushing to find that shard of thought Urging me to get up Do not sleep, it whispers There is too much to do, the insidious trails of ideas speak The words taken down seek to undo the restlessness The blurred vision of the time slipping past in red numbers Sleep, my body cries Wait a minute more, my mind calls back Sleep deprived with burning eyes A single tear breaks the tie I cannot go on Sleep calls me back Pulling me down to the place I cannot ignore anymore Sleep, my body whispers Sleep, my mind sighs
I feel your heart's heavy and your mind trailing off to places I'm not allowed to go... - Dajena M
My body... Lays battered under unforgiving weather I amble forth with unsure In search of pastures much greener
My face... Wears my despair Mirrors wouldn't recognise Reflecting back a faceless stare
My eyes... Stung red with tears Conveying the murmurs from my soul Clouded by despondence that never clears
My limbs... Bent awkward with time Arms hang lifeless; legs sore from bearing Load of my past of crime
My mind... Trails in the wake of fallen dreams Searching for an oasis Instead finding only brackish streams
My soul... Holds the weight of an anvil Still I trudge to the farthest reaches Through barren lands where all is still
My heart... Yet beats with rhythm so true It keeps me alive It gifts to me...
Line take off Dajena M's "I... is hier", for Frank Ruland's, "Let's Do A Line!" challenge.
I am big fan of Dajena's poems and very much inspired by the depth of her writes.
I chose the line I did because I could relate to the message being conveyed. More often than not, we get caught in a place where we're left with only questions. We know the "what" but not the "why", "when" and "how". We only know so much therefore we can only afford to speculate. Then poem just wrote itself.
Thank you so much Ms. D for your continuous support and being such an inspiration!
Civilized life is rigged, O land-dwellers! With landmines hidden in trails of Society's doctrine. 'Too often is it stepped on, Too often does it explode.' Blowing constitutions to smithereens. Where you then rummage within your nucleus to piece together your scattered jigsaw, Misplacing your natural elements, Overcasting your ability to side with beauteous aspects in simplicity— Of those ethereal-resplendent butterflies. Disillusioned on land thus is you(the complex you).
Let go— Rise above your materialistic graves— Walk on air! My kindred wisps Walk on air!
I searched everywhere In the rain kissed green grass of a playground That laid in bliss underneath the azure skies In the sea of words That the books held captive In the inky trails of a flowing pen That penned the pain Between the melancholic vibrations of the strings That let the fingers sing At the bottom of an inconsolable bottle Where the fury of an angry clenched fist dwelled And inside those eyes that saw Genesis. Yet I still stand here bare,unhinged, scared and Rudderless.
I’ve been hiding my life away, a being only half without you. Seeking with outstretched arms, searching eternity for you. Endless dead ends and trails I’ve traveled with only hopes and dreams and desperate thoughts of you.
All poems are copy written and soul property of Vicki Kralapp.
I'm so sick and tired of trying... Anything I try to accomplish leaves me dying
I hate this frustration... I hate this urge... God, I'm waiting... I'm trying... This feeling I want to purge
What do you want? What is it I need to do??? I feel so lost... so far gone on the path I need to be on... I've been removed...
Can you see my trembling hands?... That are too heavy to lift? They are chained to the edge... This wasn't what I wished...
My stomach is ******* in knots... My body is ripping apart Lord...YOU PUT THE SOUND IN THIS BEATING LIVING HEART
I AM SO SHAKE'N I am grasping on to the edge.... and I can't see the bottom You tell me to let go.... and I stare at you with wide eyes... "What's the problem?"
My hands are being scratched as I try to hold on....bleeding and fading... "I can't see the bottom... what if I don't survive when I reach it?" My body was shaking...
"I'll be there to catch you..." "Will it hurt? Lord, I'm so scared... Don't let me go.." "My child... look... and believe.. and trust me... let go.."
I cried out... trembling in fear... so terrified.. wishing to live. but at the same time... wishing I could die away to escape this pain... let it give...
"Let go...." "God...No...please no..." I begged, in a soft helpless voice... You kneel down to me, my body slowly slipping away into the challenge of darkness. "Fine... You leave me no choice..."
You cut the chains... and watch me fall... I found myself screaming... as I curled pathetically into a ball...
I whimpered... as my hair stood on end and entangled its self into a snarled web. The speed of winds suffocate my nostrils, the free fall of emptiness hugged me "There is no hope..." it said
Am I the name of conflict? Why does it feel like I'm stuck into this eternal free fall of the same emotion? The color never changes... only the shadows around me seem to be growing darker and closer with every motion...
"Lord... YOU SAID YOU WOULD CATCH ME!!!! SO WHERE ARE YOU!?!" I cry as this vertical hole began to enclose and grow thinner... and there's nothing I can do...
Banged... Scrapped... Bruised... Injured... from my body forcefully going down this narrow hole... Blood blocking my vision... wanting to die just to escape this torment... wanting to take back control...
I'm blacking out... let me see the light again... although all of this hurts... and it feels like it's all getting worse... it's worth going through... because, Lord... I know you'll catch me... and build me back up...but stronger... through this one **** of a course...
\ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / PLEASE CATCH ME I may not understand... and I may lose a limb or two... I may want to die... I may not understand... but I won't stop..I trust YOU!!
we are sacred and scared just the same as ever the passion and the rage never seems to dissipate what shades and shadows shape our souls the hourglass flowers towards never-ending spirals humans are blessed with their own fragile memory like spades and sparrows they dig holes and make nests in the sand though we have escaped the trails and trellises of our transmutations on trade-winds we still must sail to reach our destinations
When the days were young and the skies were clear, You stood at the midst of grassless plains and soulless trails, of footprints made by one who had none at all but his void of a heart. Sick, depressed; waiting for his demise, his very own destruction.
You were like rain pouring to quench a desert's thirst.
You were like wind blowing upon still and quiet pastures.
You were like fire burning, consuming until nothing - was none at all.
You were something.
Your winds blew harder and Your sails grew wider; until the shine in Your eyes could be seen no more.
I grew weary, tired of being a vessel so empty.
I could not run away, because at every end — and at every stop —
I would always find myself wanting for more of You.
I may not be your destination, but I know that You are mine.
I will always find myself coming back to You.
The dreamer dreams of nightmares too of visions, so clear so bright and blue But we always know that dreams end too too late to say that—