Mighty Tempest
Time strikes half past dead
as damp marble façade crumbles
in still pond of crimson sorrow.
Deep cobalt shadows of dusk
pulsing as insanity cowers and hides,
mighty tempest dwelling in my head
tingling without touch in undying sun.
Layered shadows of abstract depths,
blinks of delusion smite my eyes,
drinking rancid tears of fallen grief.
Hourglass of life drifting away
voices of past will not be stilled.
reverse verse affair
anxiety tale
yet i declined
so empty a man.
echoing of rattled glass
tell her your needs
embrace imprisoned; merely being here
too busy feasting on anxiety and fear.
while they tango till they're sore
the evanescence of your cataclysmic embodying
the depth of your volume
now you will never be unseen!
each beat tattoos your love
you'll stay by my side
the riptide of memory.
quite peculiar i feel to be
to conquer all qualms
in the promise that burns the blades of my sanity.
softly blending the scraps of my existence
falling tragically
your icy cold embrace
midnight eyes, hollow
swim within the wind, calm somber
when the cloud bursts.
my arms tire with repairs
only you can gently peel each new petal
tossing impersonal quasi-pleasantries
i see the things hidden in the world.
dwelling in indecision and deflection
just to watch it all gleam away
but they only bury deeper inside my soul.
when shadows are waltzing
inch by inch with fury; unforgiving
shall they rest where rest un-come
with a voice so sweet.
keep your vintage desires
that helps you build your life
the clarity that reveals
my hands are still stained.
© Meg. 2017
40 lines from 40 of my poems. Unedited. No Arrangement (except listed newest poem to oldest poem written).
I Look Back to the Old Me for Advice
Leaves fell to the ground that day
On a cold January night.
I am a lost boy
No goals, no ambitions
It's late at night and I'm trying to let my emotions loose
These feelings inside won't leave.
Dear young me:
It's me
Please come back.
Things are just rough.
Cold hands
Held down by my own fears
"What Am I?"
I chased after your image
A young man
For you are the closest to me
I don't want to be average
Devoid of thought
Aimlessly going through the days
It's always on my mind
Yet I am a coward
Say, won't you come back?
Please save me
Help
The answer lies with you
At least, I hope so
(using a line from 30 of my poems)
i. of love and loss
I call, yet you don't hear
Instead, your hand squeezes my heart
I long to be loved,
My heart is hardened and cold
Missing the feel of being yours.
ii. of pain
I can't live any longer
While I'm bursting at the seams.
Just give me another chance;
I'm tired of trying,
I'm sick of this fight,
I shut the world away.
iii. of fear
I'm most afraid of
Unanswerable questions, like
Where will I go if I only believe in Hell?
I'll forever be scared of losing everyone,
I see it sometimes in your eyes;
It's a fear of dying.
iv. enemy
You had malicious intent
And even after this, you wouldn't let me in.
You were not the air I breathed,
You feed me the lies,
But I'm addicted to you.
v. reflections on character
I like the feeling of this moment
But we don't live in a perfect world;
A lot of things can destroy me.
I need to trust more and fear less,
Yet all my thoughts are trapped, my words all cease.
Your silence screams at me,
But [is] beautiful nonetheless.
I don't want to change.
Thirty-Two Glances back, One stare forward.
Hugging Knees to Chest,
I didn't mean for it all to fall apart,
'Tis such a sad sight,
Rainy days may fade away,
What about today?
That moment when it begins again,
People ask me why I write.
Stacking my plate high,
The room is spinning,
Capricious,
How can I truly be me in this state?
I can feel it coursing through me,
Billowing waves of cutthroat emotion,
When I look back at the past,
I look around after my choice,
Have you ever felt so powerless?
It's a sad feeling,
The depressive words.
I've reached that point where I don't know.
We put on fake grins,
They always say it's fine
Now it's just too much,
I long forgot the key to walk my path.
It's nothing to me,
I do declare Sir,
Death could be a beautiful thing.
The heat of the sun,
The light was bright,
Screaming, falling, gone.
Dangling, I'm a shadow on dawn.
I smile as I swing.
Here I am.
Gone
Unsure of your intentions,
enthusiastic dreams
invading foreign territory
illuminated by moments of
spirituality with effort--
one true constant
brings contentment
and consumes my thoughts.
Days spent in ignorance,
decisions renders in time
as sunlight ebbs,
though we have no eyes.
Saccharine tears drip down my skin.
I dreamt of your ghost (last night)
Demons
You made me a demon
From a wound long open
You realize
And my memories
Skeletons of trees
What we see
Growing in size
Sweet like sugar
Lost in space
We were the ones being judged
They care too much
You touch the mirror and they do too
The fast cars
A lie
And I guess you're right
Has finally come for revenge
Even if that means nothing
When all of them are wrong
Goes their dinner
In what I'm writing
We all use controls
Life as you knew it
Cover her skin
That is completely real
Yet I'm still typing
Surrounds your lies
That a right number
And get rid of this lie
So laugh at my face
Grow out of sight
And you are as stupid
And diabetes and more
And some twitch or look away
A world of pollution
I have a pen name
I don't give a name anyway
What did I do?
Judging me
Even if I'm not
That was ever true to us
Well once you realize
There is nothing left to say
A figment of my imagination
We all just needed hope
So I thank all of you
You only really chose to help me
And neither one
And I will turn you in
And no one wonders where you are
And I hope you all live to grow old
That better days are
Guess what I forgive you.
Let me explain:
I took all of these from my poem book Demons and it was rough. Each line is the exact line in that one poem or the closest line to it. Each line is from a different poem. It isn't supposed to make sense.
pieces don’t make the person//they make the poem
I fell in love with words
“you have no shame”
I see it now coming down the line
He had the sky in his eyes
Patience is not a virtue it's a curse
We are creatures of darkness
creativity came, slapped me in the face with reality and left me in shambles
death has invited me into her home too many times to count
She makes me cough up words which I have never said before
more than the times the ocean kisses the shore
she has bloomed
I am not good
I will look for the public positive
Just when it seems I've run out of words to say; I vomit up more than I have ever thought of
i got a rainbow of colors everyday
I can't write anymore
i thought i was stronger
no, i am just too passionate
am I a prison
he was Icarus
he reminds me he's there for months
the only word I can choke out after what you've done to me
statistically impossible
mantra of a liar
forgotten
Familiarity breeds comfort
But I cannot speak
your skin is a mixture of billions of years of hardships
You are not less
shriek till your head aches
You keep playing until one kills you
And you thank them