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Bury me...
Bury me down, deeper.
I feel so.

I feel so hopeless.

Fingers resting, where the rope lifts.
I keep on testing, where the choke, is...

bury me...cold, as crocus, is...
or ferry me, sleeping,
into the ether.
carry me under stream, where

I can take, a breather...
an open-throated...

under-water creature, in this feature film...and I'm choking
front-stroking, and seizure-struck
a lotus floating...
upside-down, Ophelian...

...can you, still...love, me...
if my flesh, and tongue,
goes really numb?
Current mental state, that's it, and that's all. Have to write it out, to ride it out. No, it's not about self-deletion, nor does it promote it. It's fully metaphorical.
You will be lost
Where you don't belong

Yet
There is
A way
Theme: Dwell there
Author's Note: Here I'm not talking about orientation
I never expected from you
The look in eyes
Something new
And the way hand is grazing my back
Turning me into an insomniac

In the beginning was casual
Was trying to be logical
It seems you've set my world aflame
Now I'll never forget your name

Before you arrived
My domain was dark and damp
You lit it up
My personal lamp
In one brief moment senses fell apart
Touched and lightning struck my heart

Your smile rescued me from depths of Hell
Without trying cast on me some kind of spell
Standing beside you
Enjoying whatever I can
Because at present from my perspective;
You're Superman
Found a small stash of unpublished poems in a folder.. very random but what a nice surprise that was!!! I thought I had posted all my old poetry on here so stumbling across ones I missed feels like Xmas :)
Jenny Gordon Dec 2024
...yesterday, did I?! Tsk, tsk.

(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMXVII)


Poinsett'yas red for Xmas "cheer," detail
The huge, white snowflake cutouts with a sense
Of all we dreaded facing, tree fr'intents
A green fir Santa's head hangs from t'avail,
I've Irish strains to give the silence bail
As merry jigs in season charm from hence
The dead calm I'd not wake, but why's defense
So dearly wanted like I'm lost? Joys fail?
I know! Tis amb'ance for a party. Were
Such mine t'indulge in, these might as well do
That want of "what's just right" some good. Is't poor
Now I am dying of boredom strangely too?
Put on Tchaikovsky after Celtic fer
This restless sense I can't shake--oh, where to?!

07Dec24b
I truly love the fact they literally suspended Santa's head from the top of the fir.
to quote a generation, “Whatever…”

history will mark the day this uselessness
is forever banned, this day will be paraded
along the Avenue where astronauts feted,
Super bowl heroes greeted in tall canyons,
no more ticker tape, will shred them invoices
marked overdue,  so they will remain status
unchanged, but whatever will be part and
parcel of the disparaged disappeared, for
it insults the recipient twice as much as the
mutterer utterer, for why not say, best direct,
I disrespect us both and won’t give a moment
to consider what you’ve stated, afraid, that exercising a
right to minimal modicum of caring will die out
with that generation, and we will spake a loud
Aleleuya,
and all will answer with feeling,  
with a smiling thumbs up,
and W. Whitman will join in…



11:40am
Sun May 25, 2024
David Hilburn May 2024
Heaven help us
Still to fore, the whole
In a dismayed cause, thus
A chastity has made, a world its dole?

Light in the meadow
Where smiles are long enough to care
Such a small favor to ask, a vice be a rainbow
When a favor is for the same as salt, are we married?

Light in the shadows
Sense in a serious hand, has the tomorrow
To wait in simple glares and stymied knows
The wishes of another drop of rain to borrow

Light in the way
To find the such, a realizing friend
With the common for proof, the tows of may
Adding their stoic reply to an age old question...

Can a whole day, dream longer than another, loved?
Before you answer, is a caring we, the timid also
Measure upon pleasance, the truth has garnered us
The platitude of each, in the name of what was, though...

Anarchy at the cost of gifts and their expression
Implied ****, to wish we weren't so very vain
Kindness of a legend, to secure a role with where this is leading
And the success of a stand for one night, of worth's rain

Hill's to call home, and an availing wind to come, hungry?
A liberty in renown, that has a song on its mind, heaven?
Space for a little more silence, than a chance with all, demanding?
Sharing a thought for only more, is like a half-eaten pride, given?

Judgment of a God given sate
Under the feet of liberty, is a wager of brass and steel, colloquial
Merit in a simple eye to look and see our fate
Ready as we ever are, the drama of sincerity has seen it, a promise to marry little soul's...
Can a queen bake a pie, assuming two is too...
yann Jun 2023
monster, by the lake
look at me, arms opened wide
i wait
for in your eyes i knew a flame
of wonder, monster
burning away my fears
of you.

sorrowful sorrow,
have you swallowed up
in your endless depths
my good
haunted friend ?
he who was waiting
for me
to come back
by the lake.

here i am, monster
this time i did not run
no,
i embraced each
cursed tree
of this forest.
i walked. no,
i crawled, no
i almost killed my self.
here i am, monster.
i do not fear
your eyes
whatever sadness
anger, pain,
hurt,
they bear.

water, show me my
face,
my arms opened,
show me the eyes,
show me the rotten flesh,
i dare look. i dare.
monster,

here you are.
10.06.2023 started therapy a while back, finally
dailythoughts Oct 2021
who wouldn't do whatever it takes to be fine
Amanda Kay Burke Jul 2021
If given the chance would you ask for me back?
Each tear I've shed would you help me uncry?
The bad moments erased like an amnesiac
Reverse time to before you said goodbye

You'd be a better man than you were
I would be better too
Stop you from walking out the door
Would not give you a reason to
I wish life was like a movie I could rewind and pause when I liked
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