Twisted

The inconsistency of my thoughts

tangles me with myself.

I am unable to control 

the footsteps of my mind.

As my left leg longs

to step right,

my right leg reaches

to the left,

yet I know

that I should only move forward. 

I trip over myself

and fall more times

than I can stand,

so I remain

twisted

on the path to virtue.

Erupted Galaxy

I ache at the memory
of your unclouded eyes,
as I recall the clear,
crystalline reflection
that vividly portrayed
me–
Only me.
Now, when I catch glimpse,
I see that the galaxy
has erupted
and each and every star
fell into your eyes.
Blinded by the reflections
that now infest your mind,
you can no longer
remember mine.

The Cleanse

Step into the tide
and let the waves crash
over your tarnished being
and drown the demons
that infested
your desiccated soul.
The crowd of emptiness
welcomed the onslaught
and all you could was allow
them to encroach on you.

Find the sea and step
into the tide–
the water will wash
the afflictions away.

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This is the first poem I’ve written in awhile because I haven’t had much time to write or think about things to write. So, it’s not my best but it’s something. I didn’t want to stop writing and forget that I love it so much. Hopefully I’ll be able to get a few more out this week. I hope you enjoy!

The Stranger Who Stood Next To Me

I don’t know
who will read this,
but I know you
never will
but there’s this alarm
sounding throughout my system
signaling that it’s time
for me to wake up.

I need you to know
that I will miss you
and everything
I once believed in.
I’ll miss the times
when life was simple
and I looked toward
the future
because it was us,
together,
taking on the world.

I have been dreaming
of those days,
hoping they would return,
but as I’ve been lying
in my dream state of mind,
I’ve found it hard
to open my eyes
to a you that I’ve never known.

But as I’m slowly waking,
I can see the truth– you
have never been you.

I needed you to be
who I thought you were,
so I closed my eyes
and erased all of the signs
that could have helped me realize
that you were just a dream,
a figment I created
out of the stranger
who stood next to me.

The Wind That Blew Me Away

I could feel it in my bones that day.

The once gentle breeze
picked up and tossed itself
toward me, blowing away
every shattered piece of myself
that sat on the surface of my skin.

I had never brushed off
those broken pieces.

I wore the shrapnel
of my own war–
I wanted everyone to see
that I arose from a battle.
I wanted them to know my pain,
my hurt, my anger.
I wanted an excuse to barricade
myself from the world
so that I no longer stood a chance
of ever breaking again.

But that day,
the calm draft
suddenly turned bitter.
The wind swept away
every last remnant
of all that had once
been fractured.

I tried to capture the pieces
as they floated away.
I reached up
and grasped at the air,
but all I caught
was dust.

Mystical Winds

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The soothsayer’s forthcoming prophecies
& the enchantments that slip
through the thin lips
of the old, convulsed witch
speak nothing of the power
that abides in the breath
of the wind. Its mystical whispers
echo in our ears, casting its spells & expelling its essence–
it surrounds us all with certain magic.

Nature of Rest – Interactive Poetry

Alisha gave me the words red, I, laugh, and tree for my interactive poetry. This isn’t at all what I started with or where I planned to take it, but- it happens, right? Anyway, hope you enjoy 🙂

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I can’t sleep.

My days breeze by
along with the wind.
They don’t even start
before they end.

I’m caught in a daze
and suspended in this haze
of foggy thoughts
and clouded views.

But when I close my eyes
and try to rest
I’m surrounded by these hues.
These hues- of orange, red, and yellow
are the sunrise of my mind,
telling me it’s time to be awake
throughout the darkness of the night.

It holds me back from falling asleep.
I try to fight it,
but I’m nothing but a leaf of a tree.
A leaf blowing here and there-
Floating through each day’s air.
No regard for where I’m headed,
just going wherever I may be lead.

The trees all laugh
as they are sure where they stand,
but still, we are all the same-
victims of the land.

Bear in the Big City

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Strayed away
from his usual scene,
he stumbled across
something he had never seen.

The most curious thing,
He thought, “what could it be?”
So he stepped inside,
to finally see.

“This world-
so different than where I’m from.
So strange, no animals in sight.
Maybe I shouldn’t have come…”

He wandered around
in sheer fascination
wondering if this was only
his imagination.

“Unusual creatures
keep coming to see me,
but I’m just lost
in what I think they call… a city?”

“It’s so unnatural.
There’s nothing but this hard ground.
No trees anywhere.
Just these tall things all around”

People were coming
to see what he wanted.
They laughed, pointed,
snapped pictures and taunted.

He was scared.
Alone in an unfamiliar place.
Lost-
Surrounded by staring faces.

“I just want to go home.
I need out of here.”
His confusion
quickly turned into fear.

So he kept walking,
searching for a way out
when he heard a man
begin to shout.

Before he could turn
to see what was going on,
He felt a deep pain.
“Something is wrong”

He fell to the ground
his heart beat slowing
as the people around him
kept growing and growing.

His eyes slowly closed,
and the crowd disappeared.
He’d never see his home again.
He had faced his worst fear.

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A few days ago, a bear wandered into the city I live near. He was just roaming the streets- he hadn’t gotten near anyone, hadn’t done anything threatening. Animal control was on their way (30 minutes away) with tranquilizers so they could put him back in his natural habitat. But city police decided it would be better if they shot and killed the animal. I’m outraged.
Humans kill, for the sake of killing. It’s the most pathetic thing I’ve ever heard. They murdered an innocent animal to “save the city.” But the bear wasn’t doing a thing to harm the safety of the people. They could have barricaded the area he was in, and blocked people off for another half an hour. His life shouldn’t have been taken.