Particular Moments

More Stars than There are

Tag: poetry

January 26, 2015

Soon Not to Be

The palpable

Premonitions—

Hardened, Stubborn

Lumps

Underneath the skin—

 

Foretell of imminent,

Painful,

Yet gradual

Decease;

 

The Worst

Of its kind—

Like a daytime Nightmare,

Hunting me

So I shall never

Sleep.

 

Who knew

Death

Was so Unapologetically

Mischievous?

 

King of the

Darkest humor,

You leave me

Speechless;

 

Foreshadowing my

Cease-to-be

With such Irony;

Inflicting

Fear and Sadness

So Immense,

 

All the while

Having convinced me

That you are

Funny.

 

What does a creature

So small

Do,

Facing a Force

Grand

Beyond comprehension?

 

I joke back

And Live this

Day

Like

Any

Other

Day,

 

But without

A minute of

Complaint.

 

 

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January 23, 2015

The Sunshine Missing

Wishing to get clean

Once again,

I stand in the shower—

 

Looking at

Countless droplets

Sliding down

My wax-like skin ,

 

I wondered

 

Would they really,

Grazing swiftly past,

With them carry

My Filth away?

 

Wishing to Rewind

Back to the Swell Ways,

Yet all I want

Is to Forget;

 

Craving to be Saved,

But I know Sunshine

Is

Days

Away.

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January 7, 2015

Serious Pang

“Sometimes

It’s like someone 

Took a knife, baby,

 

Edgy and Dull,

 

And cut

A Six-Inch Valley

Through the middle 

Of my Soul.”

 

 

—I’m On Fire, Bruce Springsteen.

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December 28, 2014

In Flight

I had been

So Afraid,

 

But as the ground

Began to shrink

 

Bit

by

Bit,

 

Until Everything

Below become

Infinitesimally

 

flat and small,

 

Even Fear

Paused

To look

In Awe.

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December 25, 2014

Wretched Saints

The deep sorrows of

The truly good

Rarely show—

 

Except when they are

Helplessly unveiled

 

In the mute

Solemn,

And elusive grimace

Of the Angel.

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December 13, 2014

So Comes Bed Time

Oh Yes,

We surely have spent

This Daylight

Thinking of

And preparing for

The new Dawn—

 

All the Grit

And hardy Sweat

Expended

Rebelling against

The Eternal Doubt of

No Tomorrow.

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November 25, 2014

This Year’s Last Fall

Away from home,

This Year

Ahead of time,

I caught a glimpse

Of the Red and Yellow

Fall—

 

So that upon

My return,

She had not yet

Arrived.

 

Knowing that She

Eventually would come,

I ceased to anticipate,

For I had seen it all.

 

But

She never appeared

Back in town,

As when She took me

By surprise,

I didn’t recognize Her

At all.

 

She would make Her stay,

Just like the year before,

But She was not

What I saw

Anymore.

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September 5, 2014

Misunderstood

Inescapable lures;

Deflated mornings.

 

I’m afraid

That I shall never break free,

Uncuffed from crippling yearning,

Emancipated from the cage of

Forever falling.

 

Innocence besmirched

By those who criminalize,

Prosecute and Villainize

The conjured up,

Perverted me.

 

Condemning

In blind contempt,

They know not

That I am Purity,

 

Too bright,

Too shrouded

For them to face

And realize.

 

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August 22, 2014

Modern Gaze Span

We live in

A Lonely,

Loney

World.

 

We rarely

Pay Attention

To One

Another—

 

The times

We do,

We expect

Thrills,

Something-Something

Brief,

Something-Something

Inducing

High

Stimulus—

 

No room

For elaborate

Words,

Regardless of

However

Genuine

They might be

In their

Intents.

 

We only

Care

To See

The fragments—

 

Fragments like this,

Not tiring,

No sacrifices

Made—

Dry,

and

Convenient.

 

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August 5, 2014

Only Human

There are moments

When goodness turns into malice

And fair intent sours.

During these brief moments,

I am

On occasions,

Crazed, eyes blood shot

On Thirst,

Bent on achieving not some,

But grudgingly

All the satisfactions.

 

So I turn to the Dark,

To the face of damnation.

And I see in the sinister

A terrible,

Irresistible

Force,

From which arises

The careless power

To quench my crooked needs—

 

To be the Golden Apple

Atop the highest pinnacle—

Divine, poisonous,

Rotten, and ageless;

Desired by all

And fatal—

 

Thus, I take a sip

From the deadly well.

And Soon,

I am overcome

By a restless adrenaline

Immense to the point of

Diabolical.

 

Suddenly, it is revealed to me

Just what a thrill it can be

To put on the Devil’s facade

And play the laughing wicked.

 

I decide to take to the slaughter,

And Oh!

How are they so belittled!

As if a gentle “tap,”

And they are torn apart!

 

Pleased—

Maniacally,

I move closer—

 

Seeing this lot,

These lambs to be butchered,

Standing and grazing there—

Mostly unwary;

Some a nuisance;

Some even vicious.

 

Yet

 

Regardless of the little good

And much foolishness I see,

They are all familiar,

All

More or less

Like me—

Undeniably human, limited,

And only so vile.

 

Then how could I strike down

The the ruthless sword

Knowing that I

Too am

Helplessly mortal

And bound to the ground?

 

 

 

 

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