Lament

night time a long dark corridor that I often stumbled
in odd colorless motions through vacant houses
walking the halls scrapping the smooth wallpapers
an absent body barely half a soul

hanging by loose threads that you lovingly sewed
my tragic end to my tragic existence
no one could have save me not even me
an absent heart barely half alive

a ghost who blindly sold his limpness soul
for a life he did not deserved or desired
darkness hovering in these black eyes
an absent mind barely half working

an absent body barely half a soul
always trapped in my own hell
not knowing how to live
in this world where I sometimes occupy

I had learned nothing not a thing
not even to cherish or sing to your kindness
many days you have wasted keeping me alive
with your tender words and your sweet gentle kisses
those were the days where I felt most alive

don't waste your time remembering me, useless to even try
one day when you are all alone, you will find you do not miss me
you will release me from your tender aching heart
and know I am gone forever


This was originally for Poefusion's imitation challenge using the poem "Llanto por Ignacio Sanchez Mejias" but it didn't quite work.

Spring

all my memories have left
on a long virgin journey
chasing after spring's dalliance


Cafe Writing/ Monday Poetry Train/ One Single Impression

Not my memories

faded paint dripping dried liquid
trifles from a long ago memory
swiftly disappearing with each touch
falling down to the cracks of some else's past
merging together in time
wallowing in the other's emotions


Monday Mural

No Vision

I thought I saw a vision
as bright as the sun
glowing with dramatic flare
as my eyes adapted I saw nothing was there
not even my own self

Monday Poetry Train

Lazy Monday Thoughts

two cold bagel halves without cream cheese
is this someone else's breakfast?

light drips of snow settling on my shoulder
are they just raindrops from my misty eyes?

a false move tumbling down the sidewalk
could I have avoid hurting myself less by standing in front of a speeding train?

same three missed calls, two minutes apart
were they in such a hurry that they forgot they had call the first two times?

too much dole down the drain for my non-existence car
how did they know about my non-existence car?

sitting at my desk staring at a blank screen
should I change my desktop to blue instead of yellow as blue has a calming effect and yellow will probably keep me awake?

writing this post, shying away from work
isn't that what Mondays are for?

a mass of useless, jumble words and scramble letters
are these my thoughts or have I gone mad and not know it?


Monday Poetry Train

5 Things

Typing Away had done a meme with facts about herself. I decided to do them as well. I don't know the name of this meme - I guess it's call 5 things since it involves the number 5. I won't tag anyone but anyone reading this is welcome to tag themselves. I'm going go with 5 random and/or weird facts about me in poetry form and also for Monday Poetry Train.

typing away on my silver keyboard
stopping here and there, soaking in new words and images

anonymous I am
spreading these virtual wings

writing therapeutic prose
revealing myself in this fashion

for a chance to escape spoken words
often nodding my head silently in agreement as if unable to speak

thoughts and ideas - dizzy in my head
out they come on this blog

no coffee or cigarettes necessary
to drive me into a ill spell

of words full of mix emotions
and random acts of automatic writing

to drive the nervousness away
or else I'd be staring into space

of blank canvas and loose pages
flying around from room to room

hoping no one reads this
nothingness is my pen

Waiting for sleep

indoor i stay
cure? sure, it's on the way
painful motions
drinking potions
waiting for sleep
counting empty sheeps
only to awake
to more shakes
aches and pains
is it all in vain?
body unrest
trying to get some rest


Ride the Monday Poetry Train

Monday Morning

their sad faces conspire
their lonely hearts

empty spaces between riders
a sign of confinement

lost in thoughtlessness
she looks out the window

at the sunrise
surprisingly beautiful on this cold day

delays seem inevitable
everything stops

voices subsides to bitterness
she breaths a sigh of exhaustion

train moves then stops
she looks out again at the sky of clouds

cell phones ringing happy jingles
anger appears in their faces

babies crying in conjoin screams
mommies shouting "No, no, no crying!"

train moves again in a steady pace
then stops, voices moaning

sleepy faces collapses into tire hands
as the train starts again, then stops

announcement of another delay
curses all around

she looks out to the sky
then at her watch, 9:20

"great!"
she grunts, "late again!"

monday morning
wish she could call in sick


Ride the Monday Poetry Train.

Pieces of you

This entry is for Monday Poetry Train.

you
made of soft substance
fell so hard
but landed so subtlety
upon my heart

you
reached deep inside me
to find the chaos
the messy parts of my myself
believing it to be grand

you
loved without a thought
leaving your heart to be crush
into million bits of confetti
falling like teardrops from heaven

you
jumped at the chance to be free
running as far as you can
blocking out the pain
that burned into your insides

you
sought new words to defined yourself
taking only the ones that suited you
writing them down in your notebook
savoring the language of life

you
sang until your lungs froze
words of hope and love
your voice ever so softly
raised above the others

you
rearranged your mind
to fitted into my mine
not before you told me it's alright to fail
in this fight or in this life

you
made yourself whole
in this halfhearted world
fighting the losing battle
with your guts fully exposed

you
slaved all your life in your anguished mind
no control of your body
no control of who you are
finally falling to the end

you
left a large hole in my small heart
no returning to me, you said
you were gone from this world
but not from my thoughts

Clouds of stardust

This entry is for Monday Poetry Train.


pausing at her window
she glance skyward
up at the clouds of stardust
dreaming of a lost love
wishing to go back in time
to seek the love of the forgotten one

truth no longer exist
only spaces between here and now
every star she sees, she wish upon
every dream she ever dreams, she wish for it to be true

she search inside her dreams
looking for answers that may be bury deep within her

no longer yearning for flight
her heart cease to feel the emotional void
that was locked deep inside
with only but one key to open it